L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Standard Match
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission, DQ or K.O.
Rules: Standard
Attire: Normal
Stipulation: The Match is an Apex Qualifier bout. Completion of this match counts towards the Characters Required Matches


It hadn't been more than a couple of days since Trinette had encountered tonight's opponent before. Karla had entered her home, invited of course. Despite showing up uninvited at her doorstep to begin with. While at first it seemed as if they would an amicable meeting between the two...things had turned sour rather quickly as Karla had dishonored that frankly overtly-honorable Trinette Vaillant. She had been offered a chance to take a dive in this match as Karla offered her monetary compensation for it. Something which caused the knight to flare up in anger and demand Karla to leave. Despite having suffered insults she kept her cool, until Karla pushed it further. She ended their dealings with a punch to Karla's face and now...they were on bad terms to say the least.

Trinette didn't think she would find an opponent so quickly in LAW that pushed her buttons like Karla had managed to do in just their first meeting. Though this was perhaps what most heroines wanted. A villainess to defeat. That was just what Trinette had in her sights right now. To triumph over this cocky woman and show her just what insulting a knight meant! That was why she stood armed and ready at the Gorilla Position, awaiting her entrance theme to signal her to enter the battlefield.

The Paladin was signaled to enter the fray and so she would. Stepping out onto the ramp to the cheers of the crowd. Trinette would begin to march down the ramp, her head held high as she wore her form fitting blue and white leotard. A crusader for justice, took to the squared circle as she jumped up onto the apron and then slipped into the ring. She walked to the center of the ring, placed her arm across her chest and bowed before turning and walking to her corner.

Trinette would begin to do some stretches, she was going to make sure she was in peak condition to defeat this vile woman. Now all she had to do was wait for Karla show her face...if she dared.

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The lights dimmed as a signature instrumental quaked its way into people’s ears. Drums and guitar strikes, a vocal riff that hymned its way into a collective crescendo before descending into its own madness. Spotlights danced onto Karla’s figure from six directions, and there Karla emerged, pointing to her over-zealous shit-eating grin. The crowds replied with loud jeers as Karla walked to the ramp, turned to one side and wagged her fist underneath her eye, pursing both lipstick-heavy lips to mimic a baby’s pout’n’cry. She laughed and continued down the rampway, stretching her arms out to present herself inside her high-cut, skin-tight leather and latex leotard. It exposed her hips as they sashayed down, the muscle definition in her legs, back and arms, covered just by see-through black material. Mostly black with red trim and knee-high boots, decked in golden emblems and a thigh stocking of more latex. Her hands were finger-less gloves, and the centre over her cleavage was the dedicated KRR emblem in its truest form.

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She reached ringside as the lights dimmed further, scaling those steps at such a pace, the front row shouted for her to hurry up. Some didn’t mind, as her bubble-backside was often spilling from the edges of her leotard. The referee went to the ropes as Karla reached the apron, fluffing up her own hair, looking up and pointing to herself with an index finger. She then grabbed the top rope, arched back until she faced a fan, blew a kiss and morphed it into a middle finger. A chuckle bellowed as she straightened and eased herself inside the ring as the referee seated the middle-rope and pushed the top up. The lights now returned, and Karla’s theme slowly perished. Now she stood inside the ring but now grabbed the referee’s shirt collar into a tight-packed fist, yanked them off the ropes and shoved them as Karla walked on, not even batting an eye. She was centred on Trinette by taking the ring’s heart, making a lopsided grin as she looked them up and down.


“There’s still time, you know? Lay down for me and I don’t have to make you bark on a microphone.”

The eyes of Trinette were fixed upon the ramp as she stood in her corner. Pulling one arm across her chest with the aid of the other. Stretching out her shoulders and then repeated the action. She looked like a hawk spying for its prey to make it out of it's hidey-hole. The Knight waited....calmly as Karla Reinhardt's music hit the scene. The crowd already told Trinette what she should think of Karla, which would have been helpful had Karla not shown up at her doorstep. It did help cement the image that she now had of the redhead though. A vile villain whom she had to take down, no matter the cost.

Karla's travel into the squared circle took it's time. The crowd was shouting at her to hurry up but Trinette remained in her position, in her corner. Unmoving for now. When Karla made her way into the ring though after being helped in by the referee whom she then threw aside. Trinette would start to walk to the center, her steps calm and focused.

The two women met, barely a foot between them as the two stared each other down. Trinette had a serious expression, her eyes filled with valor as she glared at the redhead.

" Still thinking you can buy me off? You must have very little faith in your own skills." Trinette spoke as she place her hands on her hips. "No miss Reinhardt. We will fight, and I will defeat you." Trinette let out in a rather serious tone of voice. Following their words the referee would try and get in between them and pull these two women apart, so they could start the match.

Their staredown was one that photographers adored. The haughty-arrogant smirk of one of LAW’s most vile, and the disapproving glare of the people’s champion. What they said, though, made her laugh. It was almost obnoxious, with a hand vestige on her thigh as she leaned forward. Long streaks of velvet hair spilled to make a curtain at the sides. Then she straightened up, flipping it all back with her two hands. “You’re so simple-minded and boring.” The referee was between them by now, and Karla didn’t have much intention of backing away. Her chest was pressing into the official’s arm, and Karla looked forward, raising a finger at Trinette. “All you’ll achieve is a collar around your neck, blood on this mat and shame so humbling that even your dog will think you’re his bitch.”

Karla took another step, this time reaching out and trying to lug her fist into their chest. It wasn’t a total strike, but firm and flexed her arm stiff. Still, Karla’s wealthy arm could make it hurt. If it landed, Karla retreated a step, grabbing onto the referee’s shirt collar and pulling them in front as to present a shield at arm’s length, then took another step back.

So far their relationship didn't look like it was going to improve. Rather it would probably deteriorate even more throughout the match between the two of them. She watched Karla flip her hair back and then insult her yet again. There was a twitch of the bluenette's eye as she kept glaring at Karla. Trinette watched as Karla pressed into the referee's arm and basically got closer and closer towards Trinette. When Karla then lunged her fist into the chest of Trinette and caused her to stumble back a step with that closed fisted shove of hers.

Trinette was about to retaliate but as she stomped back towards Karla, the redhead grabbed at the referee and used her as a shield! Clicking her tongue in frustration. " You truly are a craven fool. Karla Reinhardt. All that awaits you is defeat. Mark my words." The knight would spout as she backed up a couple of steps. If Karla was going to hide behind the referee then she would just have to wait for the match to begin before she got a chance to get her hands on her.

Just how much can she push them? This girl did nothing but stick by the rules, it seemed. Even as she broke them, the resolution made her click her tongue. Weak. She shoved the referee forward, stepping back to take her corner, then laughed. Just a little as she swiped away some extra hair and grinned. “Hundchen, what awaits me is a private jet on its way to Taiwain so I can wash away the eye-stink of your ugly face. You’re not even worth the polish on my boots.”


Her hands lifted, shoulder-height and outward, laughing again, this time more freely as the bell rang, and Karla took two steps forward and strafed to the side. She took a left, trying to circle them and eye them, still donning that self-satisfied grin and a tipped-up chin so that she always looked down on them. If they endorsed this posturing, Karla closed in like a whirlpool reaching the eye. Her hands came up, claw-like, with her left foot tapping before she thrust herself onto Trinette! One hand thrust for the crook of their elbow, the other on their collar. Then she put a full-steamed push from her beefy legs, sucking in a breath as she locked eyes and began the collar and elbow tie-up!

Trinette would keep a scowl on her face as she kept her eyes fixed on the red head. She trusted Karla about as far as she could throw her, especially after she had shown her colors here by hiding behind the referee. Regardless, Trinette wasn't about to start a fight moments before the bell rang. She was willing to wait for her chance to defeat Karla. Even if her skin itched with the desire to simply punch her lights out as soon as possible...Trinette's will kept subconscious thoughts in check.

Backing into her corner. The blue-haired fighter would wait for the bell to ring. The moment it did though she would step out, arms raised and seeing Karla start to circle to the left she would follow suit in the opposite direction. Those blue eyes of hers remained fixed upon her foe, she watched as Karla raised her arms and then threw herself at the redhead as she looked ready to square off! Karla did the same and as they met for that collar and elbow-tie up in a clash with the sound of bodies smashing into one another with how much force they put into their lunge at one another.

Trinette put all she had into this lock up, pushing and throwing her all into this lock up. She had already shifted into high gear as her legs and back flexed from the strain as she tried to push Karla backwards. Eyes locked with Karla's as she gnashed her teeth and put as much effort as she could to force Karla back...which in the early stages of this lock up seemed not to be working out very well. Yet the Paladin wouldn't yield an inch. A stalemate had begun, between Good and Evil.

Together they vultured the ring’s heart. Eye to eye. Sizing each other up. Not an inch back as they shot-gunned together and surrendered the day to their postures and legs. She seized up, sucked in a breath and held firm. Her left leg drew back like a crossbow’s wind, locked, and keep her eyes drilling into Trinette’s expression. A counter-push started in her right thigh, the left lifted, and Karla’s lips wound wire-tight. She bull-huffed out her nose and set her leg back down, squinting one eye at them and raising that same lip-corner. “Is es das?”

Karla spat for their face, adding a small lunge against Trinette’s stance. She wanted a distraction; a split window to dive her knee into their stomach, then shove them away from their lock-up, back-step if she must, and strike with her foot to cleave Trinette’s ankles.

The two of them locked up and there was a moment of silence that befell the crowd. The moment didn't last anymore than a second or two but to many it felt like an eternity. To see if evil or good would have a quick triumph, the anticipation had practically stopped time for all the onlookers. Though what waited them was a stalemate. Trinette's leg leg pulled back and her foot was affixed against the canvas, thighs flexing as they held Karla at bay.

She huffed out through her lips as she threw a glare at Karla. The comment from the redhead said all she needed to hear. She didn't respond, instead as Karla went for her small lunge...Trinette didn't get distracted and she didn't buck. She was focused and her position was firm. She wasn't about to let Karla easily take control of this situation. The bluenette chose to bide her time and when Karla went for that knee attempt, she would quickly jostle to the left and then to the right. Trying to unbalance Karla's footing a bit and aimed to push the redhead backward and hopefully down onto one knee to get better control over her.

This became an endless jockey that she didn’t want. Every second was gnawing at her patience like a dog on its new toy. She shouldn’t need to wait this long to undo their little escapade. This farce. Her short but dense frame offered much to tango, but it seemed even that didn’t offer much to attack with but defend. This would not do. Her knee sought to correct this injustice but found them whipping and hauling. She craned on the edges of her stationary foot. Her raised leg came down, far away from the other, so when they tugged right, her awkward positioning put her on one knee. The small stature would either force her grip to slip, or them to slump with. One hand dug in with its fingers and tried to make them lurch. Her eyes ignited with this squinted fire, a growl underneath her breath as she couldn’t believe herself to be struggling. The other hand retreated, coiled into a five-finger wrecking ball; the elbow loaded back, and she thrust! Her aim? This heroine’s stomach.