L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Ellie-Mae's theme music blares through the arena, oozing attitude with every beat. She struts onto the stage, hips swaying, a smug smirk plastered across her face. The crowd erupts—boos, whistles, catcalls—she gets it all. But does she care? Not a damn bit. With a playful wink and a few exaggerated air kisses, she soaks it all in, reveling in their love-hate energy as she saunters toward the ring.

Sliding inside, she stretches with deliberate slowness, flaunting every curve just to make them squirm. Then, with a cocky flick of her hair, she snatches up the mic.

"What is UP, LAW nation?! Your favorite bitch, Ellie-Mae Fletcher, has arrived!" she purrs, leaning against the ropes with an infuriatingly smug expression. "Now, APPARENTLY, there's some broad out here who actually thinks she can kick my ass. Can you believe that?! I mean, how dumb do you have to be?! Everybody—and I mean EVERYBODY—knows that I’m the best of the best, the top-tier, the queen bee of this whole damn company!"

She rolls her eyes before grinning wickedly.

"So, let's do her a favor and call her out, shall we? Come on, everybody—on three! ONE… TWO… THREE!"

The entire arena erupts, chanting, taunting, demanding Louis show herself. Ellie-Mae throws her head back, laughing into the mic, knowing damn well she’s already gotten under her opponent’s skin.