L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It's her moment to shine, finally. Amity waited hours for her debut and to prove what she's made of, even if she lose. The purple haired girl was going around backstage and going towards the entrance area as she sighs with some nerves.

Once she came near the entrance area, she would do some jumps as some warm up before doing her entrance, then she sighs and gets calmed.

"You can handle this Amity, don't let the nerves take control over your mind..." she said to herself, and then she takes some confidence as she hears her entrance song and the lights turned in a dark tone of purple.

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After that, the witch walks off through the curtains and steps on the top of the ramp while looking at both sides, hearing cheers from the crowd.

"Introducing first... Weighing in 5'5" and in 135 pounds... She is The Abominable Witch... AMITY BLIGHT!!

After hearing the announcer, Amity walks towards the ring by going on the ramp and saluting some fans. Amity gained more confidence by giving the hand to them. Once she come closer to the ring, she would slide under the bottom rope and stand over both knees in the middle of the ring, then she would get up and go to her corner.

After the lights of the arena went back to normal and the music was cutted off, Amity just waits for her unknown opponent as she was panting on that corner.

"And her opponent...weighing in at 5'5 and 285 pounds...Wrestling's BIGGEST Pop Star....LINDSAY!!! LOCKETT!!!"



Lindsay made her way down the ramp with a bored, unamused look upon her face. A ton of her fans were plaguing the crowd, cheering her on, but she didn't pay them much attention. She was focused on one thing and one thing alone, making an impact in her debut match. She was going to tear this 'Amity' chick apart. Even as she looked at her from outside the ring, Lindsay didn't think much of the woman as she rolled her eyes. She walked up the steps and climbed inside the ring, acting all 'holier than thou' as she examined her nails, not giving her opponent the time of day as she simply ignored her.

"What a waste of my time, having to fight against someone like you...PUH-LEASE, this match is going to be SO BORING...Like OH-EM-GEE, could they not get someone worthwhile? Did they forget who the $#!? I am?" She said, clearly not happy about facing off against someone she considered FAR lesser than herself, practically associating her opponent on the same level as gutter trash. "OMG, you even LOOK like you're a piece of bargain bin filth from the clearance section at a Hot Topic." She said before the announcer continued.

"The following contest is scheduled for ONE-FALL with standard rules...Disqualification and count-outs ARE on, the only way to win is by pinfall, submission, or knockout...and any attempts at victory MUST be made within the ring at the referee's discretion.

Amity just had seen her entrance with no emotion or something else. And she didn't cared much about what Lindsay said to her as she rolled her eyes, and keeps the focus on the match. Yet she grabs a microphone and walks closer to her before speaking.

"You want something worth? I'll give you a worthy match. So, stop talking bullshit and move your big ass around the ring, right here, RIGHT NOW! I DARE YOU!"

Amity said to Lindsay in a serious tone as a way to light the fire up before the match begins, something very noticeable due to the cheers of the crowd, then she walks backwards with both arms extended to her own corner before dropping the microphone. Besides she actually is a face, she didn't forgot how to make a heel-ish speech, a common thing of when she was a baddie.

"DING! DING! DING!"

Lindsay just rolled her eyes again, sneering at Amity afterward and then stepping out of her corner. She would raise her hands up to get a grappling stance and invite Amity over to grapple with her: A Simple Test-of-Strength hold to start the match off. Lindsay would lock hands with the fellow debuting wrestler and push against her...Provided Amity wasn't a coward, but of course...what would she have to fear, right? Lindsay was a fat-ass, it's not like she was any sort of intimidating.

After the bell rang, Amity leaves her corner and walks in circles around her opponent as getting in a stance with both arms raised, approaching slowly to grab both of Lindsay's hands, then she would grab those hands and struggle with her in the middle of the ring, with one leg forward and the other behind.

Amity was trying her best but the weight and strength difference between both isn't much, but noticeable for the purple haired girl, who got pushed against the ropes while looking at Lindsay with her teeth gritted, keeping the struggle.

"Alright, alright, let her go or you will be disqualified! 1! 2! 3! 4!" the referee said to Lindsay, who still got Amity against the ropes as if she was prisoned.

After pushing Amity into the ropes, Lindsay would let out a cocky smirk. At the last second, she would let Amity off the ropes, raising her hands up defensively and showing the referee that she was playing fair...that was until she would immediately follow up with a kick to Amity's stomach, hoping to stun her so she could keep this momentum going.

Amity also stood with the raised arms as a way to say that she also played fair in front of the referee.She stood against the ropes for some seconds while her opponent was doing distance, until a kick out of nowhere that Lindsay gave got Amity with the guard off and hit her stomach.

The purple haired witch holds her stomach after that kick, grunting in pain while stepping back to a corner and stands there.

Lindsay grabs Amity by the hair and proceeds to shove her against the turnbuckle, pushing her back up into the corner and standing straight up. She positioned her just right in order to deliver a series of back and forth strikes consisting of Elbow Strikes and Chest Chops, alternating between them in a synchronized motion.

Amity was on the corner with the thought of recovering for a while, but didn't thought that Lindsay could move fast until she gets hit by those synchronized motion strikes, she tried covering herself but she barely did, receiving most of them.

Amity wasn't going down, but obviously the strikes were faster than she thought to block them, making her seen a bit vulnerable.

"1! 2! 3! 4!" the referee counted again to separate Lindsay from Amity and make distance between them for the second time.

Lindsay let out a frustrated grunt, rolling her eyes and backing off. "Aw, what's the matter? Not tough enough to handle a few slaps?" She said, mocking Amity, twirling a bit of her hair with one finger. "Honestly I should've expected this, you're not even good enough to lick my boot heel, let alone actually wrestle against me. I've met jobbers who don't break down as fast as you."