L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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With such a shaky record, it was unsurprising Valentina Nieto was stepping out of her comfort zone. With only one win under her belt, and a apparent halt in gaining more, the plucky Spaniard had taken up the role of assistant as it were tonight. That was, in assisting another superstar make her debut. In brutal fashion, nonetheless.

Agreeing against her better nature to a match with absolutely no rules in effect, the busty blonde was already dead centre of the ring, having made her entrance moments prior, with fists raised to the sky. Seemingly saluting the audience, whom were still numb to a wrestler whom had yet to truly impress them, the Spaniard began to unload a hefty combo on the nearest invisible opponent. Lefts and rights, uppercuts and hooks, with a low sweep to finish the dance off, and Valentina considered herself ready. Now, all that seemed left to do, was to await to arrival of an opponent whom had yet to dip her feet in LAW waters.

And to promptly claim her second wrestling victory, nontheless...

It was dark. In some sense, it had always been dark. Lizzie looked up at the mirror, but she could hardly see anything. She did not have any makeup to put on, and had someone at LAW suggested it she would have broken their arm. Hell, she may just break someone's arm tonight anyway, for the sake of it. Lizzie stood up, her powerful frame still impressive even in the dark of her locker room. She breathed in. There was no nervousness in her, no doubt, no fear. Only a burning desire to take this woman and put her six feet underground. Lizzie pulled the mask on over her face. No longer was she the pretty Lizzie Borden. No, now she was a terrifying giant of a woman, whose only goal was to inspire fear and dread in the hearts of others.

Slowly, she lumbered out of the locker room and through the halls of LAW. The workers could not see the look on her face, but even if they had, nothing could be gleaned. Her blue eyes once sparkled with juvenile delight, but they had since grown dull and lifeless. Her long stride meant that she traversed the hallways quickly. But if you watched her, that would have been quite the surprise. Her steps seemed slow, almost pained. Two strong fists were balled so hard that she could probably squeeze herself a diamond if she wanted to.

But she didn't. All she wanted was violence. Without end, without mercy. Lizzie did not hesitate when she neared the curtain. She burst through it, and it did not matter to her if her intro music was playing. It was, heightening the intensity of the arena. The crowd did not know how to take her. After all, there were very new to her, but they would soon become quite well acquainted.

Lizzie stepped up into the ring, a silent and brooding figure. For a second, she stood and stared at her opponent for the evening. Small. Bad. Slowly, menacingly, Lizzie began making her way towards the woman, raising her arms as she did so.

Well...this changed things...

Eyes widening as the scale of the figure she'd soon be fighting with became apparent, Valentina found her head already rolling a little upwards simply to make up for the height of Lizzie. And she was still on the ramp!

The pace of her heart picking up rapidly, even Valentina was not so confident as to fail to realise she had instantly bitten off more than she could chew. She had struggled thus far with figures of her own size and width, and now she was to face a bonafide giant? In a match said giant had requested? Nervous simply didn't cut it when it came to describing the dirty blonde. She of course had a benefit of the no-rules stipulation obviously affecting her, but how much would it help?

On one hand, Lizzie was a figure whom looked as if she could lift her with a single hand, and she had obviously requested a lack of control for a reason. Where as on the other, Valentina, whilst finding herself increasing foul of the rules and manners of a fight nowadays, was still a figure whom was often bound by them. She'd only wielded a weapon once in all her time in LAW, and said time she wasn't even in the match!

Gulping as Lizzie stepped before her, the size now even greater, Valentina did what she could to shake some confidence into her figure. Jolting her arms and bringing them up, the match apparently immediately underway, Lizzie's raised arms already told the Spaniard she intended to test strengths. Or perhaps throttle her. Either way, Valentina had little intent of playing ball.

Albeit she'd make it look as if she was for the few paces she made forward; arms up and high with hands open, seemingly looking to grapple back a figure whom outshone her in every way.

Right before testing her luck, with a sudden raised hook kick to those fine abs before her!

Lizzie advanced. Her movement forward was slow and inexorable, akin to the passing of time. Her opponent for the evening raised her hands as well, showing some alacrity to engage in a contest of strength with Lizzie. It was almost brave. Lizzie would not have gone any easier on her for accepting the lock up, but it was nice to have an opponent who was going to engage with her on her level. At least, because it would make this match far easier for her.

But then things changed. Instead of accepting the battle of wills, the woman had the gall to kick her right in the stomach. It was not the first time that Lizzie had been betrayed, and she feared that it would not be the last. The strike caused her to exhale a bit, and lean forward slightly. But her tight abs and high pain tolerance meant that it was nothing more than that. Her large frame stopped, but soon she erected herself all the way up again and kept moving forward. The look on her face would suggest that she did not feel anything at all.

Lizzie raised her arms again. She had closed the distance enough and her arms were long enough that she could grab her opponent, and that was precisely what she did. Lizzie seized the woman, and without any hesitation or warning, attempted to pivot and judo throw her opponent onto the mat. The size differential meant that she did not have to use a judo throw to get her opponent down. She just wanted that little bit extra torque to make the woman's inevitable collision with the mat to be that much more painful.

The sharpest of liver shots could deck and bring about a early end for even the mightiest of foes, Valentina Nieto had been told. And somewhat taught, via taking a few to her own frame, through a somewhat casual interest in the world of MMA. Lizzie was big, no doubt, but she still flesh and bone. The Spaniard just needed to find it, amongst what looked to be a hundred miles of muscle, and bountiful curves.

And whilst she hadn't fired that liver shot in mention, the dirty haired blonde opted to instead simply test the giant, almost as if trying to find her weak point with that thrown kick, as she bounced back expecting the giant to gasp out a lengthy breath. No gasp came. Not even a wheeze.

"..Fuck.." Val muttered, arms dropping to her sides for but the briefest of seconds as she realised fully the scale of the giant before her. She'd snap herself back into it, telling herself that all mountains could be chipped away at mind, with hands raising nigh immediately.

But a second was a long time in the world of wrestling, and Lizzie had seized her moment. And the Spaniard in question, as Val whined with hands hooking to the bigger figure, unable to stop her body being pulled against her side. No amount of pull back however was going to stop Lizzie from what she wanted to do, which was rather simply dump the Spaniard to the ground as if she was a bag of spuds.

A bag of spuds that cried out, with the simplest of throws from a figure rendering her figure nigh placid on the ground, before she writhed and screamed. Evidently, aware of her peril.

The efficiency with which Lizzie carried out the move could only be described as raw. Had she been a different woman, she may have celebrated the fact that she had just put another woman straight down onto the mat with little to no effort, after being mostly unaffected by a solid shot straight to the stomach. But Lizzie was not another woman. She was herself, and she had always been herself: ostracized, dread-inspiring, and uncompromising in her pursuit of mindless violence. Lizzie stood all the way up, and turned slowly to stalk her opponent.

The mad woman bent down. She was moving to grab Val by her hair, and stand her up. This woman seemed quite strong, and it looked like a single throw was not going to deter her greatly. Lizzie was more than fine with that. She had more than enough firepower to put this woman down for a three count. And in all likelihood, far longer than that. Just like the judo throw, raising Val from the mat was a slow, deliberate move. The stoicism on her face was hard to read - perhaps it was the contempt she was feeling for her opponent. Or maybe it was that she just did not care about the horrific brutality that was about to occur.

The first punch to Val's face came fast. With one hand she held Val, and with the other she sent another punch. A third punch came, slower yet more powerful that preceded it. Lizzie cared little where they landed, specifically. As long as they landed somewhere on, or close to, her opponent's head. And as long as they caused the most damage possible.

When Lizzie came in with intent to cause further harm, Valentina put what skill she had into use; her hands locking over and around the massive bicep of the giant, evidently seeking to bend it and cost Lizzie for her slow efforts. Only, the arm did not yield.

At all.

Eyes falling to it, wide yet still as both hands failed to part one, Valentina's legs kicked awkwardly in the air as she was deadlifted to her feet; held as if all of her modest weight was but nothing, with hands now literally bashing on Lizzie's own mitts. By now of course, Lizzie was offering a bashing response of her own. Straight to Valentina's poor noggin'!

Spittle violently flying back and around, as the Spaniard had the colour smashed out of her cheeks!

Valentina grabbed her arm. It may as well have been the bite of a fly. The woman's defense was not enough to stop the torrent of punches that Lizzie sent her way in an attempt to rearrange the woman's face. The malevolence which she brought to bear was unmistakeable, and Lizzie was not going to stop for anything. Not this defense. Not this referee. Not this wild booing from the crowd. Punch after punch came in until Lizzie felt disgust in her heart, and tossed Valentina to the grown, as quickly as she came up.

Lizzie was not done being violent. Not by a long shot. There was too much pent up aggression and rage within her to simply be satisfied with the ringer that she had just sent Valentina through. She grabbed Valentina by her hair once more. This time, instead of keeping her closeby, she would try to Irish whip the woman towards the ropes!

With the sense knocked out of her, Valentina lost the ability to defend herself alongside the ability to figure out just where the hell she was. Such was the power of the woman who cast a shadow countless times bigger than the Spaniard. Seemingly trying to fall to the ground, perhaps for the final time already, Valentina offered no response save for a cry as her arm was yanked, seemingly with Lizzie now intending to tear it off.

Only, such force soon passed, as the dirty blonde was sent to the ropes, recoiling with absolutely no control over her speed nor pace. Likely, into further torment.

Lizzie waited. The Nightmare was a patient woman. She knew the right time to strike to cause maximum devastation, and she was going to hit it. There was no rush, after all. Valentina had not proven herself as much of a threat. Lizzie was having her way with her so far, and she intended to keep doing so until Valentina made her stop. And judging by how this match had gone up to this point, it was going to be quite a while.

Lizzie had an impressive body. No one could deny that. What they might not have known was exactly how much force Lizzie could bring. She extended her shoulder forward in an attempt to absolutely hammer this woman down to the mat. See how she could handle that...