L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Rianne Evans

The lights in the arena dim, and the opening riff of Rianne’s theme music hits, sending a wave of boos through the audience. The sultry yet confident strut of Rianne bursts onto the stage as her Sexy Diva entrance from comes to life.

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Her Cockney-accented voice echoes faintly in the arena as she mouths off to the fans along the ramp, ensuring her disdain is evident.

Dressed in her usual two-piece attire, Rianne tosses her head back with a smirk, running her hands through her sleek hair as she scans the crowd. She motions as if blowing kisses, only to pull back at the last second with a mocking laugh, baiting the fans.

Walking down the ramp, she sways her hips deliberately, pausing halfway to lean against the barricade, pointing at a random fan and smirking.

“Oi, luv, you wouldn’t last five seconds with me in this ring,”

she sneers before flipping her hair and continuing down to the ring.

As she reaches the steel steps, Rianne climbs them slowly, pausing on the apron to lean against the ropes, taunting the audience by rolling her eyes dramatically. She then steps between the ropes with deliberate flair, ensuring all eyes are on her.

Once inside the ring, she takes the center and raises a microphone to her lips,

“Well, well, well… looks like tonight’s about to be a bloody education for some newbie, isn’t it?”

Her lips curl into a devious smirk as she continues, turning her attention toward the entrance ramp.

“Come on out, sweetheart! Let’s see if you’re ready to step into MY ring. I’ll make sure you learn your place real quick,”

she taunts, tossing the mic aside and stretching out in the corner, exuding an aura of smug dominance as she waits for Brielle to make her entrance.

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Brielle's music started to play as the bubbly blonde made her way to the ramp. A decent cheer, as she was new but her upbeat energy and competitiveness mixed with stunning looks made her easy to root for. It's been a rough start for footballer turned wrestler, not the crowd hated seeing a pretty woman like her humiliated, but the crowd was eager to see when Brielle would start showing that potential that got her a spot on the roster to begin with.

Brielle had a big smile on her face, as regardless of how her first couple matches had gone, she would not be discouraged! She skipped down the ramp with her hands raised as she let the crowd enjoy her toned body with her eye catching outfit and even gave some waving fans high fives, oh what a joy!

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As she entered the ring she got a good look at her opponent which made her blush slightly, this woman was almost out of one of her dreams! She eyed the opposing blonde, glazing over her toned muscles and the eye popping bust. She shook herself loose as she walked towards the middle of the ring extending out a handshake, "I look forward to this "lesson" love! However I promise I'll be anything but quick hehe" Saying with a competitive jest as she waited for her opponent to shake hands and the bell to ring!

Rianne eyed Brielle with an arched brow, her smirk growing into a full-fledged sneer as the rookie extended her hand. She tilted her head slightly, letting out a condescending chuckle as she took a slow, exaggerated glance up and down Brielle’s body, sizing her up like she was inspecting a knockoff handbag at a London market.

“Oh, bless your heart, darlin’,”

Rianne cooed, her accent dripping with sarcasm.

“Ain’t you just the picture of naivety? All bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and thick as two short planks.”

The crowd let out a laugh and gasps at the blatant disrespect, but Rianne wasn’t finished. She mockingly placed a hand on her chest, feigning sincerity.

“Oh, you ‘promise’ you won’t be quick? That’s cute. Real cute. I s’pose you think you’re some proper little fighter, yeah? Well, let me tell you somethin’, sweetheart—you’re about as threatening as a cup o’ warm milk before bedtime. You might’ve been something on a football pitch, but in my ring? You’re just another pretty face about to get stamped out.”

Instead of shaking Brielle’s hand, Rianne suddenly flicked her fingers under Brielle’s chin in the most dismissive, disrespectful way possible, like she was shooing away an annoying little dog.

“Now do me a favor, yeah? Try not to embarrass yourself too much. I’d hate to see you cry on telly.”

With that, Rianne stepped back with a smirk, motioning for the referee to ring the bell, as if Brielle wasn’t even worth another second of her time.

The new blonde was completely surprised by the rudeness of her opponent. Sure her opponent oozed confidence, but she didn't expect such disrespect unprovoked. Brielle scoffed, unsure of what to say as the crowd even had an usure mix of cheers and boos from the rudeness shown to a new girl.

After a few moments trying to process, Brielle was snapped back into it as she was flicked on her chin. Brielle took a few steps back, hearing a bit of the crowd trying to get the radiant new girl to respond somehow! Brielle gathered her confidence as she put on a smirk. Brielle always took pride in being a good sport, but she also wasn't going to just be ridiculed in front of everyone without a say.

"Awe, looks like just a classic jealous bully who takes her anger out on new girls. Must not be that relevant if you were scheduled for a rookie like me hehe. Oh or did YOU pick this? Scared to take on a seemingly real challenge. Well you'll be in for a rude awakening after the new girl kicks your ass!"

The crowd let out a few cheers, loving the boldness of Brielle as she stood up for herself. Some even letting out a few laughs at the clapback. The blondes separated as the bell rang.

Eager to make this bully eat her words, Brielle came flying out her corner with incredible speed, looking to catch her opponent off guard as Brielle would leap forward attempting to land a flying fist into the snarky face of Rianne which of she landed she would try to follow it up with a drop kick into her bust to send her back to her corner with force!