L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Hardcore
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout. No Disqualifications. No count-outs.

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Sheila often liked to treat her body like it was bulletproof, and in her defense, it sometimes seemed that way. Back home with Outback Wrestling, she’d made her bones by putting herself through hell and getting back up the next day, no problems. She might have to spend a night at the local hospital every other month, but aside from that? She could walk off whatever.

Chair shots to the head? Nothing an aspirin couldn't fix.

Going through flaming tables? Put some lotion on it, it’s fine.

Powerbombed into a pile of thumbtacks. Eh, she kept bandaids handy.

Anything, everything, anytime, all places, you name it, she could take it. Electrocution, defenestration, laceration. The woman was a walking middle finger to natural selection…but LAW’s talent management disagreed. After a few heavy, hard-hitting feuds in LAW, she’d been sidelined due to injuries, or so the doctors told her. It was just a few fractures, a broken bone here or there, nothing she couldn't walk off if given enough time, but no, they wanted to be pussies about it and made her take a sabbatical - it was either that or stick the softcore matches. Fuck that.

Now, months later, she was finally ready to get back on the horse. They hooked her up with a new match, hardcore, and she was all set to face…

“‘The Sovereign of Spikes’?” She said the name aloud as she held up the match card to the light, making sure she was reading it right. “The fuck kind of name is that?”

The ring crew were too busy buzzing around, getting ready for the next match to pay any attention to her question, but she asked it anyway, as if she might get an answer out of thin air. She’d come across some strange names in her time, came with the job description of being a pro wrestler, but that one was a headscratcher. So she was the queen of…spikes? Spikey things?

Sheila didn’t have long to ponder it, though, before her music came on and she had to make a mad dash out of the curtain, bursting out as her fans cheered. And they were her fans - it was a weird thing, still, to hear so many people calling out to her, chanting her name, but she’d managed to get some attention in her short time with the company, and it seemed like there was no shortage of people who’d missed her. Good to know. Good to have something worth fighting for.

She made her way down the ramp with a determined stride, broke into a run at the end, and came sliding in under the bottom rope. The momentum carried her all the way to the center of the ring, where she popped to her feet, skipped over to the top of the turnbuckle and threw her fists in the air. Her war cry rang out across the arena and the audience echoed it.

”Fuck yeah! Feels good to be back!”

Mariah, as she often did in her capacity as a manager, found herself sitting across from someone at the negotiation table, trying to hammer out a better deal in her client’s contract. As she often did, she was a relentless advocate for Bubbles, doing her best to get her wife into the sweetest matches, to push her interests, to make sure she stayed relevent and properly fed with a bevy of beautiful ways. As she often did, she turned on the charm, said all the right words, made sure to give as well as take, until she landed at the exact proposal she wanted, which was often better than what she started with.

Only this time, it wasn’t working. That didn’t happen so often.

Out walked the Sovereign of Spikes to her theme.

She wore her typical attire as well.

There was nothing to indicate that this was a special match by her attitude as she approached the ring, pulling on her jacket and spinning around couple times as she walked down toward the ramp. But it was, this was her first hardcore match in LAW. So it was an occasion. As she reached the rings and climbed the steel steps, she took off her jacket and called over the referee to take it from her. This was mostly a performance to give the fans a good look at her physique before having to focus on how she was using it to harm her opponent.

Lennox wasn't the most muscular girl that was true, her lightweight opponent was more defined than her, but Thornette still looked the part of someone that could lay the pain on the pain and that she was. Besides, she didn't need to be a powerhouse to lay on the hurt the way she did. The Australian climbed into the ring, with her opponent, taking a good look at her as she did.

Lennox knew not that she had questioned the meaning of her self-proclaimed title, as the 'Sovereign of Spikes, but she was certainly thinking about aquainting her with with the why of that. What she did know, was that Shelia had taken months away from ring to recover from injuries endured within it and she'd love to be the one to force her to take some more time off.

Thornette did a few quck stretches while in the ring before the match was due to begin. She'd akready stretched before that match, but she felt that it was a good way to show herself off some more and pass the time before the bell rang to start the match.

Oh. She was called the Sovereign of Spikes because she had a lot of spikes all over her outfit.

…huh, okay, that made sense. It was a little on the nose, but Sheila would give anyone guff for a lack of subtlety.

Sheila bounced from foot to foot as she watched her opponent enter the ring, trying to get a read on her before they squared. Off the rip, she didn’t see too much to worry about. She looked like she was in decent shape and had some good energy. The pigtails and the pink were a bit much, but she made up for whatever points she lost with the banger theme song. So, all in all, not a bad start. Could she hang? Only one way to find out, and it was high time they got to it.

”Oy, look at you, going for a heavy-metal princess kind of look? Okay, okay.” She made her way to the center of the ring, cracking her knuckles as she walked, a wild smile forming across her lips. It had been way too long since she’d felt some pain and dished it back out, and her body was aching for it like a drug. Just a few more seconds, tops. ”Nice haircut, though. Those pigtails’ll come in handy when I’m dragging you around the ring.”

She chuckled with it, not coming off too harsh. Just a little pre-match trash talk, nothing personal.

Thornette put a stop to her stretching as her opponents addressed her, the match would've started soon, anyway.

"Oh, heavy metal princess? Not quite, but heavy metal queen would be closer to a title I'd be willing to accept, though." Thronette responded, not quite understanding what Sheila was getting at, though if she did the blonde would happy to tell her that she'd soon learn what 'Sovereign of Spikes' meant.

"As for dragging me by my pig tails around the ring, you'll be able to consider yourself lucky if you still know up from down and left from right to drag yourself around the ring in few minutes, you're about to find that cranium of yours well rattled." Lennox continued. She wasn't upset about Shelia's threats, she could tell that she didn't mean any personal insult. Despite the stipulations of the match, she had no reason to assume that it'd be a meanspirited one. At least, Thornette didn't have any intentions of making it one.

As she head to the center of the ring, she lifted her arms up, signaling her readiness to start grappling as soon as the match commenced. But this was a ruse, if Sheila 'accepted' this challenge and approached her, the blonde would quickly close her right hand into a fist & attempt to punch her opponent in the face!

Sheila perked up when Lennox spoke, but it had less to do with what she said and more about the way she said it - at least, at first. It spoke volumes for how long she’d been away from home that it took her more than two seconds to recognize the accent of her homeland, but yeah, there was no mistaking it: She was in the ring with a fellow Aussie.

Just having a slice of home did wonders for Sheila’s mood, so much so that she was brimming, even as her opponent approached her with some real attitude. Not that she minded, even a little - she’d liked her fights with some venom on them. Made everything spicier. ”Oh-ho, Queen, huh? Talking a big game, like it.” Sheila cracked her knuckles as she made her way to the center of the ring. ”Let’s see you earn that title.”

From the look of it, Lennox wanted to tie up, going for the strength test right out of the gate…cute, but not Sheila’s style. She brought her hands up as well, made it look like she was going for the same, only for her to reel back, throw a punch, and…

…and she took one at the same time. Huh.

Yeah, it looked like they both had the same idea, and the result end about as you’d expected. The blow sent Sheila staggering back a step, more from the shock than anything, before she collected herself and looked back at Sheila with a feral smile. With the taste of blood already in her mouth, she surged forward once again, this time swinging her arm wide in an attempt to hit her foe with a lariat.

Lennox smiled as her punch connected. She got Shelia, just as she planned. Thornette didn't always shy away from grappling, it'd make her favored way of doing damage rather difficult to do if she was, but there'd been no need to start with grappling here.

Shelia recovered realtively quickly from being punched in the face, which was good, for her, but Lennox had nothing to recover from, so it would be trivial for her to avoid the incoming lariat. What complicated things slightly was that she wouldn't attempt to dodge it as much as pre-empt it.

She'd try to stomp kick her foe in the abdomen as she charged, then pull her head down & between her legs, with the Sovereign of Spikes aiming to perform a stump puller piledriver!

This girl had a lot of spunk to her, Sheila would give her that much. She didn’t much care for the style of dress, a little too fancy for her tastes, but none of that mattered - she could throw a punch worth a damn, and that was all the Wild One cared about at the end of the day. There was some potential here.

What Sheila really wanted to see was whether or not she could take everything she could dish out, so she was looking forward to landing this lariat and laying her out. Lennox proved to be a little bit quicker on the draw than she’d anticipated, however, and lashed out before she could get close, hitting her with a stiff kick in the stomach, one that had her gasping and staggering, a path that saw her head going in between Lennox’s legs.

Not the worst place to be, but she wasn’t of a mind to be there right now. Before her opponent could do whatever she was aiming for, Sheila planted her feet, jerked up, and attempted to send her flying off for a hard landing behind her.

Lennox, perhaps too eager to demostrate the meaning of her self-proclaimed title rushed to pull off a stumpuller piledriver before Shelia was rendered defenseless enough to do so. As a result, she managed to get underneath Thornette and flip her over her back, causing the blonde to land flat on her back. The move was by no means debilitating, but it didn't mean it was painless. Lennox attempted roll from a supine position to a prone one & get back to her feet, if her opponent didn't manage to turn around and interrupt her.

Yeah. Not today, bitch.

Sheila couldn't see the way Lennox came down after that crash, but judging by the impact, it was a less-than-pleasant one. If she had her way, it was about to get a lot worse, too - the match had just started, but the Wild One was already feel the blood pumping through her veins, already getting in that special kind of mood. It was time to pour on the pressure.

She didn’t bother to turn around. Instead, she ran straight ahead, going right to the ropes. She bounced off, and came running at Lennox with a full head of steam. The moment she was close enough, she leaped at her, tucked her legs in, and tried to crash into her chest with both knees, looking to plant her with a running meteora.

Lennox would get on to her fours uninterrupted. That much did happen, which was a matter of concern for the blonde, given that her opponent had just been right there. Losing track of one's opponent was never good. She did though, soon enough, realize where she went once Thornette got to her knees. Shelia had, clearly, ran toward one set of ropes & and flung her self against them and was now barrelling back toward her target.


The only thing Lennox could do in time to prepare was to mentally brace for impact as her chest took a direct hit from both of the woman's knees, releasing an intense of degree of pain that see her fall to the side and clutch her chest, breathing heavily. Hitting people hard was fun, getting hit hard wasn't nearly as fun for the twin pig tailed woman.