L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Rules: No DQ, Verbal Submission only.

"You can do this! You can do this! You can do this!"

The tiny voice echoed throughout the otherwise empty locker room. It belonged to a girl, staring into the full-length mirror on the wall. Coral Nyarai, as she was normally known, growled silently to herself in frustration.

"Come on, you have to be louder than that!" she pouted at the mirror.

The

was not the same girl that Coral was used to seeing. It was, however, the girl she'd always imagined. Delphine Abyssia, looking positively royal with her gold crown and pearl necklace. Her bikini was one of the most scantily clad she'd ever seen in her life, and until recently, never dared to try on. But damn if she didn't make it look good! Watching her reflection spin around and flex back at her gave her shivers down her spine, so excited as she was to finally explore her true nature!

Dying her black hair took a long time, especially due to the shade of pastel pink she liked, and she wondered if perhaps she might be better served wearing a wig next time. But no... wigs could be torn off in the heat of the moment. Delphine couldn't afford to let her other side show itself during a match, not even for a minute. More importantly... it wouldn't really be her.

Delphine's hands balled into fists, and she held them close to her chest. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then...

"YOU CAN DO THIS!"

Immediately, she spun around with a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, towards the closed door. What if someone had heard-

No, no. That was Coral talking. Coral was the one afraid to draw attention to herself. Not Delphine. Delphine wanted people to see her!

Even so, a few pre-debut jitters were normal for even the most confident of athletes... right?

***

Delphine had barely managed to chose an

before her debut. She wasn't sure she'd be allowed one, being officially in the Young Lioness trainee program, and had scrambled to find something suitable when she found out it was allowed. Hearing it blasting over the speakers sent a wave of excitement through her as she bounced on her heels, waiting for juuuust the right moment to run out.

Another deeeeeeeeep breath. She held it until the moment the lyrics began, after which she released it and pranced out eagerly. She paused right before the ramp to wave and pose for the cheering crowd, then spun in a quick twirl to observe the looping image of bubbles on the giant screens behind her. A simple entrance, but for now it would do. She had plenty of time to work on it.

Her heart skipped a beat when she spun around again and saw the ring, right there ahead of her. This was it, it was actually happening! In her excitement, she nearly took off at a run right for it, but her sandals weren't really made for jogging. She settled for a brisk walk, moving far too slowly for her brain to be satisfied - wanted to be in there now - but she had to pace herself. Her opponent wasn't even there yet, anyway! Delphine had come out first - a rookie lap, of sorts.

She had no idea who she was facing tonight, either. This was her first match, and while she had a name, what she lacked was a general knowledge of who was who. But it didn't really matter to her, anyway. She could have been given the heavyweight champion, and she'd still be determined to enjoy her first match in front of live, cheering fans! And so far, despite the nerves, she was having the time of her life, and it was only going to get better from here!

In a dimly lit corner of the backstage area, Alice stood, clad in her black and purple high cut leotard. Adjusting her thigh highs with a focused gaze, she took a deep breath, grounding herself in her principles.

Appearance

Appearance

Her gaze shifted to a nearby TV in the locker room where she caught a glimpse of Delphine's vibrant entrance attire. A faint frown creased her brow as she observed the colorful display that seemed to contrast with her own outfit which was more traditional in her eyes. With a final nod to herself, she straightened her posture, embodying the essence of what a female professional wrestler should be - resilient and honorable.

As her entrance music began to echo through the arena, Alice stepped out with purpose. She didn't need flashy gestures or elaborate displays to make an impact. Her dedication to the art of wrestling spoke volumes as she made her way towards the ring with measured steps, each movement deliberate and focused as she eyes her opponent ahead.

The crowd cheered in anticipation, wondering if this match against the new girl would be her best chance at securing her first big win in the big leagues. Despite the cheers and excitement around her, Alice remained composed, her eyes fixed on the ring ahead.

As she entered the ring, her gaze met Delphine's. "Hi I’m Alice. I prefer wrestling to be about skill and tradition, not flashy displays. You seem nervous, but it also seems like you were badly influenced by some of these other wrestlers who play dress up. You seem like you’re ready for a rave with that get-up rather than having a wrestling match." Alice said, a hint of disapproval in her tone.

And as the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, Alice immediately goes for a running kick, displaying her speed in hopes of surprising the new girl on the block.

Delphine's eyes lit up as her opponent made her entrance. She was cute and elegant and had such an air of confidence around her... it was exactly what Delphine hoped for! And she was looking right at her as she came down the ramp - all business, it seemed. The mermaid bounced on her heels, waiting impatiently to meet her new friend.

But when she entered the ring and spoke, Delphine's heart sunk a bit, dampening her enthusiasm. It lasted but a moment, however, before the mermaid restored her grin.

"I'm Delphine! A-and I think you're just jealous that my entry was cuter than yours!" She gave Alice a wink. "I-I may be nervous, but I'll still give you a handful! You just wait and see! My gear isn't just for show! It's cute and efficient!"

Alice wasted no time in taking the initiative, drawing out a surprised "Eep!" from the mermaid in surprise. Delphine stood rooted to her spot, succumbing to nerves, lost in the moment...

Until the boot came up and instincts took hold again. Her arms shot out, taking the hit to her forearm, but blocking it was better than letting it land on her head or chest or side or... just about anywhere else, really. Immediately after, before Alice could lower her leg, Delphine wrapped an arm around it, forcing her to balance on one foot for a moment.

Then, with a wink, the mermaid got to work. She shoved, tossing Alice's leg to the side and spinning her in place. At the same time, she'd catch Alice's near arm underneath her own, trapping it as she had done the leg moments ago. With a little hop, she sprang up, hooking her right leg over Alice's head, while the left snaked around Alice's right, nearly completing the standing octopus stretch hold. For added measure, Delphine reached down and caught Alice's free hand by the wrist, bending slightly to shove that wrist down into the straps of her leg gear.

"How do you like that?" the mermaid teased with a playful grin as she straightened her own body out - she didn't want to end up toppling them both forwards. "Maybe you ought to try playing dress-up, too?"

Alice strained against the hold, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features as she felt the pressure intensify, her attempts to break free met with unyielding resistance. Her breaths came in sharp bursts, a mix of frustration and determination evident in her eyes as she locked gazes with Delphine.
"I’ll admit, you surprised me, Delphine," Alice remarked with a touch of irritation, her voice edged with a hint of exasperation. "But wrestling isn't about gimmicks or flashy clothes—it's about skill, technique, and pure competition."

As Delphine's playful taunt echoed in the ring, Alice's jaw clenched slightly, her resolve hardening against the unconventional hold she found herself trapped in. The sensation of her hand being maneuvered into the straps of Delphine's gear added an extra layer of aggravation to the situation, fueling her determination to break free.

Realizing the situation of the hold she was being put into, Alice had to say something. "W-what is this!?" Alice retorted, her tone laced with impatience and surprise as she was caught in an Octopus Stretch, her finishing hold, right at the start! She also wasn’t used to her opponent’s using their attire like this. There was two times where her head was trapped inside of an opponent’s bottoms for humiliation but didn’t consider this angle. With a renewed sense of purpose, Alice tried to push against the hold once more, her muscles straining against the confines of Delphine's expertly applied submission and her arm inside of Delphine’s leg straps. The audience's murmurs swirled around them, the tension played out before their eyes.

In that moment, as Alice grappled with the constraints of the hold, her annoyance simmered beneath the surface, driving her to push beyond her limits in pursuit of freedom from Delphine's elaborate grasp as she struggles to free her hand. Alice continued to struggle knowing that Delphine has her in a struggle and this is the first of many surprises that await her in this unique matchup! She knew she couldn't tap out to her own finishing move while being trapped like this! She tries to push Delphine's right leg that's draped on her neck with her arm while trying to avoid trapping her other arm inside.

It was surprisingly easy to maneuver Alice's limbs into position, and the thought left Delphine giddy. She'd done it! Her first match, and she'd secured the first move! She was winning! The mermaid practically vibrated at the elation the thought brought her, a massive grin on her face.

But she had to stay on her toes if she wanted to keep this position... and keep Alice from working her hands free. And with that grounding realization came another; it was way too early to be thinking she'd claimed victory like that. But she'd gained herself an advantage, and put herself in a good spot quickly, so the mermaid allowed herself some feeling of pride. Still, she wasn't going to defeat a skilled fighter like Alice with one single move. And, truth be told, she had the advantage of surprise on her side. Her move was unconventional, and no one would have expected it. It was unlikely Alice would underestimate her again. And after tonight, she'd be surprising fewer other opponents, too. At least, any who'd seen her debut.

But again, she was getting ahead of herself. Needed to focus. Alice was clearly fumbling with a response to the hold, so Delphine needed to press her advantage. She could feel Alice's limbs working against her ribbons, the material stretching just enough to wiggle around but still having no luck actually figuring out how to escape. She had no idea this was Alice's finishing move, and if she had she may have taken things a bit more seriously. Still, with no signs that Alice was succeeding in escaping yet, Delphine decided to push the fun a little farther.

"Why, it's one of my favorite moves, of course!" she teased in response to Alice's rhetorical question. It wasn't quite the trash talking she'd practiced, but sometimes just teasing the opponent got under their skin too, right? "Good luck figuring out the straps! They're like... hm. Seatbelts!" she said on a whim. "Or one of those weird finger-trapping tube toys you give to kids."

Was she telling the truth? She'd leave it to Alice to figure it out. For her part, Delphine was confident that Alice wasn't going anywhere any time soon. She'd practiced this move long and hard... although, having a living test subject certainly was more fun!

There - she noticed a pressure on her leg. Alice was trying to free her neck. Delphine shook her leg in response, trying to make it more difficult for her opponent to find leverage. Then, after a few moments of observing that, noted something else - Alice was being quite careful to avoid the straps. She didn't want her free arm to get stuck also, clearly. Delphine grinned again. With one hand still keeping her balanced, she use her other to try to force Alice's hand into her right leg's straps, not only keeping the hold in place but making it far more difficult (and awkward) to try to escape from!