L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

• Type: Standard match.
• Rules: All DQ rules will be enforced, including count-outs after a wake-up call, body breaking and no use of objects inside the ring. The threat of being disqualified for breaking any rules and being caught in the act is the order of the evening.
• Victory is via: pinfall, submission, but must occur inside the ring for it to count.

As with all the others, Sonata had to suffer the tradition of not having useful information until she saw it for herself in the confines of the ring. At this point she didn't know if it was pub tradition or if it was something that came from the L.A.W. higher-ups for all their fighters. But of course, Gael and Alice did everything in their power to make sure that her debut wasn't with someone bigger than her. It would have been embarrassing to see her tremble from minute 1.

The white-haired cutie sighed in surrender to give up her nerves, and have faith that the administration wouldn't be so heartless as to release her with a monster, ... would they?

She just let the air out again. "... who cares." Her shoulders slumped, At least her sweatshirt brings her comfort.

"Introducing herself first to the ring, and debuting as one of the pub-club's most beloved lightweights, weighing in at 50.2 kg and standing 165 centimetres tall. SONATAAAAA... MOOOOOOOOON!!!" And with that call, the lightweight pranced through the entrance with her hands in the air and a huge grin amidst the general cheers, standing on the top ramp in a sleeveless white sweatshirt, her remarkable black shorts and half chaps, along with her symbolic tail and cat ears. Ready to give what was needed for a great debut!

Spoiler

Potentially there wouldn't be many who knew her, and Sonata knew that, but that wasn't going to take away from the joy of stepping onto a bigger ramp and being on her way to a new canvas!

The little wrestler made her way to where she should, but with so many hands outstretched towards her from the railings, she couldn't help but reciprocate and shake them with her cheerleader smile, thankful, and though it took a long time, she was able to reach the ring steps at last with a childish trot, and enter it with a pirouette over the top rope to head to her corner from give a final general wave to everyone.

Sonny didn't know what she was being prepared for this match, but she's going to give it her all to win the biggest prize: the crowd's favour.

Spoiler

"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Barcelona, Spain...making her gloriously gilded debut in LAW...standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 136 lbs...THE ORCHARD OF GOLD...CARMELITA DE LEON!!!!"


Once more did the arrogant, entitled Spanish beauty make her way down the ring, posturing at the top of the entranceway with a confidence that seemed as durable as a heavily-fortified, reinforced steel door. Nothing but the BEST was given to Carmelita, nothing would be allowed to grace her presence or serve her needs if it didn't meet her very high standards. You see, she was the best by default, so it was only natural that she demanded the best in return twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five. Now she was here at LAW ready to face yet another weakling. Hopefully, this one would be worth her time and not another grubby little cheater or something of the sort...not that she would ever LOSE to anybody legitimately, nobody was better than her at this. Anyone who managed to claim that they 'beat' the Orchard of Gold was clearly a liar, cheater, swindler, and mass manipulator of the truth. Carmelita was infallible and so was her skills, nobody could match her. She had the best training in all of Spain, a career record of dozens upon dozens of wins...hell, they should've just GIVEN her the championship belt then and there, why bother wasting EVERYONE'S time?

Oh well, it didn't matter...if they wanted to take the long route, she'd make sure that she'd give them EVERY reason to regret prolonging her coronation as LAW's future 'queen'. She'd make it her mission to ensure that every opponent she faces would suffer the consequences on management's behalf.

As her theme song plays in the background, she finally makes it down to the edges of the ring, posing a few times for her thirsty fans, letting her entourage take several dozens of photos of her voluptuous figure, and sparing a few moments to admire her own beauty...this woman was vain in every sense of the word. She entered the ring with a pompous, snooty grin on her face, strutting around and letting the crowd praise her for a while longer before looking toward her opponent and sneering, looking down at her both figuratively and quite literally as she arrogantly poised herself. "Hah, talk about the bottom of the barrel. I was hoping that I'd FINALLY be able to face someone noteworthy, but if management wishes for me to crush YET ANOTHER peon, then so be it."

Spoiler

Sonny had come off her prancing corner. She was thinking of facing her partner in the centre, hands in the air to play with some lockup. But the other's dismissive words, wrapped in prejudice, left her feeling enraptured. That sounded like the final line of a soliloquy...

Sonata laughed complicitly and innocently so as not to ruin hers moment. Is this how she Carmelita plays with her rival? Maybe. She moved a little closer, about to continue with her plans and raised her arms to offer a test of strength hold. "Well, if they're picking you with me, it must be because they want to show you off before your promotion," she added. It wouldn't be the first time a heel crush a babyface. The public tends to like the sadism and she likes the rough treatment. "Although..., you know... you might as well be at the bottom of the barrel. And this, might be the best match for you before then're thrown to the lions..." Even though she said it with such an inoffensive expression, the audience fell into a long and uncomfortable silence so as not to spit out laughter.

Carmelita would smirk as she bore witness to her opponent's entrance, getting a good look at her and writing her off a measly, one-note jobber that was about to be crushed like the rest of her opponents, nothing more than a meager FOOTNOTE in the future of her career here at LAW. However, that last snide comment had irked her far more than she was expecting, but of course, the calm Orchard of Gold was above all of that nonsense. She wouldn't lose her composure THAT easily. Therefore, instead of locking up with Sonata, she'd respond accordingly with a few remarks of her own.

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"ME?! BOTTOM OF THE BARREL!?! YOU FUCKING DARE TO LET SUCH FILTHY REMARKS SLIP OUT OF YOUR WHORE MOUTH!?! UNLIKE YOU, I'M THE NEXT BIG THING, NOT SOME JOBBER THROWN TO THE WAYSIDE!!! YOU TALK ABOUT BEING THROWN TO THE LIONS? YOU STUPID BITCH, WAKE UP AND REALIZE THAT I AM THE LION!!!" She would spout, getting up in Sonata's face and screaming at her, getting lost in a haze of fury as the referee had to keep her away from tearing at Sonata's face. After getting her to cool off, the match was resumed, and once again, instead of grappling with her opponent, the furious Spaniard would charge in and aim a Big Boot RIGHT at the woman's face.

Sonny had managed a modest record of pub-club matches, but of all the things she had seen and done in her matches, she had never been singled out in the way Carmelita had just been. She felt small, as if she was being scolded by her mother after an unforgivable prank. Her shoulders slumped with each other's words and her face drooped and she looked down at the floor as if she wanted to disappear. For Sonny it was just going to be a sardonic comment to get a reaction, but with what she got, she wanted to undo it for another.

The referee stepped in and separated them before it escalated any further, restarting the affair; but the effect was already done - Sonata could do nothing about the dumbfoundedness that the admonishment left her - she only stood there, embarrassed. A perfect punching bag when the Golden Orchard inaugurate this with a Big Boot at Moon's face that knocked her down - slamming the back of hers head against the canvas in a numbing thud - and leaving her sitting up holding her mouth for the pain. "Goughmmh..."

The now furious Spaniard looked down upon her downed opponent, smiling with this devilish sense of glee after planting her boot firmly across Sonata's face and putting her in her rightful place after that comment from earlier. It felt oh-so cathartic to shut the woman's mouth with the sole of her boot, so much so that Carmelita wanted to keep this feeling going. She stands Sonata up, gripping the dazed pub wrestler's face tightly in the palm of her hand. "D'awww, what's the matter?! Where'd all that confidence and smack talk go? Oh!! I know...DOWN THE DRAIN, along with your chances at being anything more than a JOBBER." She said, giving Sonata a soft but still disrespectful slap across the chin.

Afterward, Carmelita would perform a very basic Irish Whip to send the woman packing, running off uncontrollably into the nearest corner, aiming to trap her there and set her up for some more 'punishment'...because the Spaniard was FAR from finished with teaching this bar wench a lesson about disrespecting a QUEEN such as herself. "Ooohh no...no no no...I'm not done with you yet." She began to say, marching over and grabbing a clump of Sonata's hair, forcing her to look up at her. "We're a LONG way from being done here." She said, stepping back and then launching her boot into Sonata's stomach, repeatedly kicking and stomping at her midsection frantically.

Sonata was being cooperative with her opponent's venting, not because she wanted to, but because that Big Boot made her a bit of a fool. She barely gurgled a complaint when De León dared to give her that slap on the chin as if she was vile cattle to score before throwing her to the corner to getting her comfortable and start riddling her abdomen with hers foot. Almost bringing her back to this reality with the first stomp that knocking the air out of her; shaking the corner with the hit; taking advantage of the fact that the cutie no longer had anywhere to run; with no further comments to make to get on Orchard of Gold and with no choice but to cover herself while reduced her to a pulp. "Guogh... Guugh... gough...!!"

De Leon may not have an elaborate knowledge of wrestling, but kicking is something that seems to come naturally to her. Sonata by her naivety was being reduced with each blow until she was almost wedged between the turnbuckles but for the referee intervening after the tenth kick - a technicality about rope breaking - though by then Sonny had already ended up sitting on the middle turnbuckle with her arms hanging from the top ropes, panting from the siege.

The other woman seemed to have the most volatile and susceptible ego the albino had ever known, she never saw herself as the plaything of someone this sensitive. And her only response to the someone like that was to lift her head to look hers in the eye and... give her the middle finger while the referee wasn't looking!

Spoiler

Carmelita felt confident and STRONG after bullying and battering her opponent in the corner, bulldozing her with her boot and planting her down into the corner, stomping the life out of her treacherous, pathetic wench of an enemy. They seriously decided to pit the Spanish beauty against HER!? How insulting...The Orchard of Gold was DEFINITELY going to have a meeting about this with somebody. However, before she could continue to soak up the cheers from her "beloved audience", she turned to see Sonata slowly getting back up...responding in kind by flipping the bird at the Spaniard, immediately enraging her. Without missing a beat or saying a WORD, she marches back with a newfound sense of fury as she aims to batter the young woman a little more in order to teach her ANOTHER lesson...if she was going to act so hard-headed, she'd PAY for her insolence in full.

Sonata wasn't off to her best start, the bell had just rung and she'd already been given a corner; however, the idea of sitting there in the turnbuckle to receive more punishment after a good taunting from her wasn't on her agenda! So, when the Orchard of Gold passed the referee to go to placate the snowcat's impetus, Sonny waited just as Carmelita was about to do something to her to extend both feet towards hers face in a Kangaroo kick!

If that could send her back, then Sonny would get ready for something aerial, climbing to the top of the corner with the help of her arms to sit on the top turnbuckle and wait for Carmelita to approach again to jump on top of her and catch hers head between her legs to take its down with a middle rope Hurricanrana!

Maybe that's where cutie wrestler can get the proud brunette even more riled up with a Rana pin.

Spoiler

Carmelita raised her hand to prepare another vicious slap aimed at her opponent's jaw, grinning like a devil with the amount of malicious intent she had coursing through her. However, just as she was about to knock Sonata into next week with the back of her hand, her opponent hopped up and pumped her legs out, planting the soles of her boot across Carmelita's face, knocking her back with a loud -SMACK- which left the Spaniard dazed and confused as she shrieked, clutching her face. She paused for a moment, and in doing so, she briefly lost her sanity upon realizing what had happened. She slowly became LIVID as she began to seethe with an unhealthy and nigh unfathomable level of rage. "You...HIT me....you actually...FUCKING...HIT ME. YOU DAMNED BAR SL-" Before Carmelita could finish mouthing off her explicit remarks toward Sonata, the woman had managed to jump toward the Spaniard and successfully swing her around for a nice Hurricanrana straight into a Rana pinfall attempt, catching the Spaniard off guard.


"1...!!!"

"2...!!!-"


At the last second, Carmelita kicked out of the pin, tossing Sonata off her with all her bucking around. She got up in a furious rage and screamed at the woman, grabbing her by the hair and clawing at her like a wild animal, intent on smacking the daylights out of her opponent. It took the referee to prevent the Spaniard from continuing by pulling her off of Sonata, ordering her to stop before she'd be disqualified.