L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Thanks to Sweetheart for doing this match with me!

Match Type: 1v1, Submission

Scurvy, the Panty Plundering Pirate

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Bengal, the Blaze Tiger

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Bengal entered the arena first, throwing mock punches to the beat of the drums in her entrance theme. She was wearing her black-and-orange top and trunks, along with tiger-striped boots. Her shiny vinyl gloves were a match for the color of her sharpened nails, and her headband was adorned with velvet cat ears.

In addition to her usual outfit, she was wearing her typical cocky expression - but that was just a facade, to hide her nervousness. Deep down, she'd been badly rattled by her recent defeats. The competition here in L.A.W. truly was a different class altogether. Even though she'd managed to make a full recovery from her last bout, it had taken her so long that she still felt underprepared. She hadn't had time to find out anything about her opponent. All she knew was that she was scheduled for a submission match, she was facing a fellow middleweight, and her opponent was some kind of...Panty Pirate? Bengal shuddered inwardly; after her loss to Fuse Kiyoko, the last thing she wanted to think about was someone else playing with her panties. She can't be that tough. I won't give her the chance, she vowed to herself.

A burst of pyrotechnics went off around her, breaking her out of her reverie. Bengal pushed a strand of dark hair out from in front of her orange eyes, regaining her focus. If she wanted to win, she had to focus on the present, not her panties. She strutted down to the ring, then hopped up onto the apron. She took a moment to hang on the ropes, throwing back her head and kicking out one of her muscular legs, teeth bared in a feline grin. Then she vaulted over the top rope and took her position in the corner, as the announcer's voice boomed out over the arena speakers:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Submission Match! Introducing first...standing at a height of five foot, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds...from Kolkata, India...THE BLAZE TIGER! BENGAL!" The response from the crowd was an even mix of cheers and boos. A group of fans standing a little too close to the ring jeered loudly, and Bengal whirled, hissing at them as they recoiled in unison. Then she straightened and stretched her toned arms, waiting for her opponent to reveal herself.

The arena plunges into darkness, the crash of waves reverberating through the air, mingling with the distant cries of seagulls. An energetic sea shanty bursts to life, and Scurvy the Pirate emerges onto the entrance ramp, her sly grin illuminated as she bounced down the ramp. To Scurvy, the identity of her opponent is as trivial as a droplet in the vast ocean. Her eyes gleam with mischievous confidence as she pauses at the edge of the ring, scanning the crowd and soaking in the adulation. It doesn't matter if it’s a ferocious tiger or a helpless guppy in her path; her fate is sealed—Begal's undergarments be another "treasure" waiting to be claimed.

Sliding into the ring with a practiced ease, Scurvy knowing smirk spreads across her face as she leans against the ropes, addressing the crowd with a booming voice dripping with mockery. "Who be foolish enough to step into my waters tonight?" She lets the moment hang, her grin widening as she zeroes in on her foe. "Bengal, eh. Let’s see 'ow long ye last before ye be beggin' for mercy!" With a flourish, she tosses her cutlass to the corner and removes her coat, ready to dive headfirst into the fight with her unshakable swagger.

Bengal can't help but smirk when she hears her opponent speak. She's heard rumors about a "Panty Pirate", but she hadn't expected Scurvy to be quite so...theatrical. At least she looks the part, with her sun-bronzed skin and wild silver hair. Cool entrance theme, too. But her exaggerated accent makes it impossible to take her seriously.

If Bengal was a wiser, humbler person, this might be the point where she reminds herself that first impressions can be deceiving. Even a wrestler who enjoys playing to the crowd can make for a fierce opponent when provoked. But the Tiger has never been one to think before opening her mouth. In the brief interlude before the opening bell rings, she can't resist a little trash talk.

"I 'be beggin' you to stop that terrible pirate impression," she sneers, locking her dark orange eyes with Scurvy's verdant green ones. "You might wish you'd kept that sword on you, when I start kicking your ass."

DING-DING-DING! The opening bell cuts in, just as she finishes her taunt. Bengal begins stalking forward, arms raised to guard her face, waiting to see how her opponent will react.