L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match - Standard Smother with POW stipulation

The crowd roared as Amelia stepped into the entrance, her face beeming with a large and sure of herself smile as she walked down elegantly down the aisleway, an aura of grace and elegan e radiating from her figure as she would confidently walk up the staircase that were connected to the ring, her curvatious breasts bouncing from the force of her body moving up and down.

Once at the top, she would raise one of the ring ropes for herself and climb on in, walking to the middle while waving her princess style wave towards her adoring audience, a number of them having nosebleeds from her rather skimpy outfit she had on.

outfit

When she was done giving fans some fanservice, she would walk to her turnbuckle, climb on top of it and sit upon it like a throne. A fitting as she was a high flier wrestler. She had never heard of her opponent bor done any research on her. She had only heard that she was new to the scene which Amelia made a particular note to remember because wrestling someone new could result in them losing before they even got a chance to shine a little. And Amelia, being the well-mannered and kind girl she was, had planned to go easy on her just so that the match wasn't boring. Maybe she could play with her a little as a bonus.

Belle's outfit

The lights dimmed for a moment before Belle's entrance music hit the speakers. A chorus of cowbells echoed as a moo played over the loudspeakers—then out stepped Belle B. Cowe, aka Moonique Bells, with a swagger in her step and a devilish grin on her face.

Draped in a never before seen schoolgirl-esque attire, the towering Southern belle sauntered out with a lasso in hand, spinning it skillfully above her head before tossing it toward the crowd with a wink. Her powerful frame was impossible to miss, and her bouncing chest practically stole the spotlight as she strutted down the ramp with the confidence of someone who owned the place—because in her mind, she did.

“Hooo boy, y’all ready for a real rodeo tonight?” she called out. She blew a kiss to a young fan holding a homemade “MILK ME, MOONIQUE!” sign, then tipped her wide-brimmed cowgirl hat in thanks.

Reaching the ring, Belle grabbed the middle rope and vaulted over the top with a burst of strength, landing square in the ring with a stomp that shook the canvas.

She took her time sauntering toward her corner, giving the audience a little shake of her hips and a playful slap to her own backside before hopping up onto the second rope. She raised both arms high, basking in the cheers.

Then, hopping down, she locked eyes with Amelia who was sitting down on the turnbuckle like a throne. “Well now, ain’t you just the prettiest lil’ porcelain doll I ever did see?” she drawled, her voice dripping with Southern charm. “Real fancy how ya walked on down here all regal-like—reckon I shoulda curtseyed or somethin’ when ya climbed in?” Belle said.

Amelia was a little taken aback from Belle's entrance. She did not expect to encounter someone from the country and being someone from the city who hasn't ever been to country before, Amelia didn't exactly know how to react. As the girl landed in the ring, the Princess could feel the ring shake and she would nearly lose her balance off her throne for a second but managed to catch herself.

When her opponent was done appealing to the audience, Amelia knew it was her turn to figure out how to interact with this woman and to her dismay, Belle came out verbally swinging. She wasn't like Britanny whom she fought before and could connect a lot more with on account that they were both raised similarly and were friends when they were little. She couldn't even remotely translate what Belle was saying outside of a few words here and there.

"U-um. Yes. Charmed I'm sure..."

Amelia replied, trying her best to not accidentally be rude before jumping down from the turnbuckle to face her opponent, keeping her smile to be nice though she was freaking out a little cause she had absolutely no idea how this match would go socially. She might make herself look socially inept during this match.

Belle saw Amelia catch herself after stomping, and giggled. She was eager to actually get to know her opponent and take her liking, like the face she is. Belle walked towards Amelia with outstretched arms, ready to give her opponent a glimpse of some southern hospitality. "Aw, I'm just kidding princess. I really like your outfit! I might have to keep it after the match is over~" Belle teased.

"So you're a city girl, right? I also spent a great deal of time there as well, when I was attending my university." Belle said, beaming at Amelia. Belle then stretched out one arm. "Thanks for being my opponent in my debut matchup! I think we'll get along just fine."

Belle's southern accent was THICK and Amelia could barely make heads or tails of what she was saying. But even if Amelia could barely understand her opponent, she could tell that she was being teased. So she would grin and piece together whay she could of her opponent's words to make a retort. But not before accepting the hug she offered.

"Ara~ is that so?~ Then surely you must know that I will be doing the same to you if you lose~"

She replied, getting off her throne and walking over to Belle close enough to where their breasts squished against one another.

"I'm sure we will~"

She replied just when the bell would ring. At that moment Amelia would start things off by attempting to pick Belle up by her waist. If she was able to do that, she would drop down onto one knee, attempting to having Belle land crotch first down upon her knee. This was just a test to see how experienced Belle was at wrestling so she didn't mind if Belle was able to counter this.

As Amelia closed the distance between them, Belle E. Cowe couldn’t help but grin. Belle was almost expecting this — after all, she knew Amelia wasn’t one for holding back, and her own experience had prepared her for such challenges.

When Amelia tried to pick Belle up by the waist, Belle braced herself, her legs and core tightening for the counter she’d planned. As Amelia attempted to drop Belle onto her knee, Belle used her flexible leg strength and quick reflexes to twist her body in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the worst of the impact. She landed gracefully behind Amelia. Belle waved to the crowd, and then spanked Amelia cheekily on the backside, just to tease her.

"Hey, ya almost got me! You did catch me off guard a little bit though..." Belle said.

Amelia managed to snatch the cowgirl and lift her off the ground but as she raised her into tbe air, she felt her grip loosening and by the time she tried to slam Belle onto her knee with an atomic drop, Belle was out of her hands and behind her. She looked at her hands for a moment, a bit surprised that she couldn't hold Belle.

That is when she felt Belle's retaliation, a flash of pain coupled with a bit of pleasure rushing through Amelia's body as her opponent's hand whipped across her backside, causing the plump flesh to jiggle in reaction. Amelia's back arched as she was forced to take a few steps forwards into the ropes and catch herself.

"EEP!"

She cried out, reaching behind her and rubbing her ass and looking back at her opponent.

"Cheeky buggar~"

She replied, while leaning towards the ropes and letting them whip her forwards with one arm extended, attempting for a speedy clothesline for her opponent to catch her off guard.

Belle E. Cowe smirked like a fox in the henhouse, planting a hand on her hip and twirling a strand of her hair as she watched Amelia bounce off the ropes.

“Y’all sure are bouncy for someone actin’ so high n’ mighty,” she drawled.

As Amelia rebounded, arm outstretched for a clothesline, Belle dropped low—ducking clean under the incoming strike with a graceful slide. In a smooth pivot, she popped up behind her opponent and spun on her heel, reaching to wrap both arms around Amelia's midsection from behind.

With a grunt and a cheeky grin, she attempted to counter with a sudden German suplex, aiming to send the posh noblewoman crashing to the mat in a stunning reversal.

“Oops! Didn’t see that comin’, sugar?” she teased mid-motion.

Amelia smiled a bit as Belle managed to duck underneath her incoming clothesline and seemingly before Amelia could turn around and follow her clothesline up for another attack, Belle wrapped her arms around the British woman's waist. Though Amelia was a heavyweight, she wasn't a particularly heavy one so her opponent would be able to lift her up off the ground.

Though Amelia figured something like this would happen so in the same fashion Belle did, she too would lean into the suplex and backflip. But instead of planning to land on her feet, Amelia prepared to land on her knees precisely because she would also try to hook an arm around Belle's neck. If she was successful, she would bring Belle crashing backwards with her onto the ring floor.

"Actually, I did~"

She would say if she were successful.

The ring shook with dual motion as both women moved like practiced dancers, their instincts and timing nearly in sync.

Belle's eyes widened the moment she felt Amelia roll with the suplex—her weight shifting not into a slam, but a rebound. Before she could process the full counter, she felt Amelia’s arm snake around her neck, and her breath hitched in surprise. Belle came crashing down with her opponent onto the mat.

"Crafty lil' fox aren't ya.."

Belle said, in a daze as she laid down on the mat caressing her back from the impact. She used the few seconds she had to recover, before bracing herself for Amelia's next move.