L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Rules: Standard

Well it was go time here tonight for the yellow wonder, aka Rina Ninoita! She was getting booked tonight for a match against someone just called Sybil, odd but it wouldn't deter Rina! Dressed in a fetching pink and yellow leotard with matching boots and gloves Ms Ninoita would hear a knock on her locker room door, a signal that she was to make her way to the gorilla position!

"Its show time!" Rina said to herself as she pumped a fist into the air and rushed right out the door, damn near sprinting to the entrance ramp. However she was stopped by one of the stage hands, after all appearances mattered in the wrestling business. Then after a pause Rina's theme song known as Double Lariat would blare from the speakers as the yellow wonder would then bolt out the curtain to a roaring applause from those in attendance!

Ms Ninoita would then jog to the ring, slapping some of the fans hands on her way before then stepping in between the ropes. Only to nearly trip on the way there! Thankfully Rina recovered and chuckled a bit there as she then waited in her corner patiently for her opponent. Okay now she just had to do her best and make sure she could defeat her opponent.......even if the odds were already against her. But she didn't know that!

"Hey girl, where you headed off to?"

was on the way to gorilla when

called out to them with a

that made them stop in their tracks. The man was built like a god, and dressed in a way that made him look like a bigger version of someone they knew. Perhaps they were related?

He had a similar easy-going smile. Not quite the same: He had an objective, and was confident in his ability to achieve it. Even more so when he caught their eyes scanning his body. There was some slight growth, only just enough to be noticeable.

This, Emilia felt, was some perfect timing on his part. Sybil is an excellent means of testing people.

"Towards a dark deed. A Wonder must be cast off to the isle of irrelevancy by our hands."

"Our hands?"

"Yours are not required for this task."

"I gotchu. So where's your partner at?"

"The Boulevard of Broken Dreams is where we walk. Have you not heard?"

Now he was outright perplexed, and it showed on his masked face. He took a look around them, noting that while there were staff members about, that none of them were within earshot.

"Nobody's listening, so you can start making sense now."

Sybil's eyes went wide, like he'd just suggested something that was absolutely outrageous. Something that would put their life at risk.

"Nothing escapes their sight, friend. Nor their ears. They are akin to the jolly man in red, documenting every sin, spoken word or action taken." Her tone now was one of warning.

"Alright, then."

The man walked off, having decided that she was too extra for his taste. Too devoted to too weird a gimmick. Such a waste, he thought. And Sybil continued on, unbothered, and Emilia had a chuckle on the inside.

Sybil crawled on all fours when they reached the curtains, their form being enveloped by the thick smoke that filled the stage. The arena had gone dark, save for the stage area that was lit red when a

At its end, the light on the stage would turn blue, spreading to the rest of the arena, simulating the darkness of night.

"A broken cemetery, bleeding hearts buried..."

Sybil's form rose from beneath the depths of the smoke. Slowly. Head hanging low, body hunched forward, drooping. After a couple unsteady steps, they stumbled, being barely able to catch themselves. They continued on this way until they reached the ramp, at which point their legs would find strength, and with that strength came balance. After short walk, they would stop, eyes wide with confusion and fear, head whipping about as though they were tracking something. Looking for something that they couldn't see, but knew was there.

And then they shut their eyes tight, baring their fangs at they gritted their teeth, hands clutching at either side of their head as they proceeded on.

"And her opponent, standing at five feet and four inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, fighting out of Parts Unknown...! Syyybiiiiilll!"

After a short while of this, their hands would slowly leave their head, and their eyes would open. Wide again, but not as erratic as before. There was a look of realization within them. Understanding, like a puzzle had finally been solved. They were focused now, not a hint of that earlier struggle on their face. With a brief running start, they leapt onto the apron, nodding their head in affirmation of...something. Something said that only they could hear. And then they stepped in between the ropes and into the ring, running again into a leap into a corner, one foot landing on the top rope and the other on the second. A bright, lively, and sinister smile exposed their fangs as they leaned forward, surveying the crowd.

Satisfied, they left the corner with a backflip and stepped over to the center of the ring, that same sinister smile now focused on Rina.

Rina was bounding in her corner from side to side, being eternally the can of energy juice that she was the yellow wonder couldn't wait to get this bout underway. That was until the entrance happened for her opponent for the evening. Lights were out in the arena and the stage went red with an ear to ear scream. Rina stood there, upright and tight as she felt her heart beat in.....excitement actually rather than fear strangely enough, maybe it was just the pre fight adrenaline in her veins.

Rina waited for this opponent to make her way down the ring, this lady was from an unknown land it seemed. She seemed confused about where she was. Until she ran to the apron and got on it and into the ring, Rina remained where she was however and merely tilted her head in interest with her naive mentality thinking it was all mere theatrics. But all of those leaps and a backflip told Rina she was nimble indeed.

Once Sybil was finished Rina smiled broadly and waved with a smile, ever the sunny optimist. "Hiya there! Lets have a good bout!" Rina said before the bell rang for the match. And once it did? Rina came bounding out her corner and.....tripped over her own feet and fell to the mat like the eternal klutz that she was leaving herself wide open!

When Sybil turned to Rina and was met with that cheery expression, it would be their turn to be tilting their head, studying the other woman with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. There wasn't the slightest hint of apprehension in her eyes. It was like watching a little rabbit hop towards a slaughter.

Sybil took a stance as she charged...then tripped and fell over her own feet, landing right in front of theirs. In that moment, most wrestlers would've hopped right on her, locking in a hold or stomping, or whatever. But Sybil...would simply take a seat right in front of her, legs crossed. And a creepy laugh, reminiscent of

would follow. The laughter would not be aimed at Rina, precisely, but at something else. Like that fall had helped Sybil stumble upon a secret that she didn't want her knowing.

Okay that could have gone a lot better for Rina there, even when she had shoes without laces she still tripped over her own feet like the klutz that she was. Still the yellow wonder had nothing if not plenty of moxie and was about to recover when her opponent did something that was equally as bizarre where she just sat right in front of Rina and started laughing.

Rina was getting up and raised her eyebrows at her opponent's reactions. This was bizarre, usually her opponents just got to trying to jump her when she fell. But the yellow wonder wasn't gonna let this chance slip by her. Rina would swiftly get into a crouching stance and then yell "Now I gotcha!" as she'd try to lunge right at Sybil and apply a breast smother submission hold and put her leotard clad funbags to good use. Even if Rina's hold and her arms weren't really all that tight cinched in.

It happened quick. And it happened easily: Sybil was brought down underneath Rina's one hundred and twenty-four pounds, their painted face buried between the Young Lioness who somehow hadn't been designated a Young Lioness's breasts. As deeply as her attire would allow It was just as she exclaimed: She had them now, and arms wrapping around her waist told that they were happy where they were.

Or so it would seem, until after they shifted their weight to the side,

pushing their top foot onto the other to add torque and make the Yellow Wonder's knee start screaming. And likely her, in turn.

Rina was often praised for her good looks, the yellow wonder was always such a beaming ray of beauty and radiance and such that many were no doubt very envious of Sybil as she was trapped in the bust of Rina. However the yellow wonder tried to jockey for position only to be cut off by Sybil managing to actually cinch in a very effective hold despite having her entire face buried within Rina's breasts. And Rina felt the effects shortly as her leg started flaring right up!

"Yeeeeowch!" Rina yelled sharply, she began rolling around in the hold in pain but kept her opponent buried in her tits. More so out of a natural instinct to bundle up in response to pain than anything else, still Rina tried to remember her submission training and sought to try and make a rolling beeline for the nearest set of ropes and get her hand grasping at the bottom one and try to release and escape from her opponent!

One roll. Two. Three...and a half. Rina was strong. And/or desperate. It was a strenuous effort, one that Emilia had found herself in back in training, under this very same hold, minus the smothering. It had left her winded -- the woman she rolled around with on the way to the ropes was seventy pounds heavier than she was back then. And Serina's longer, stronger legs had effectively murdered the speed advantage she had. It was the beginning of the end of that session.

Sybil only had six pounds on Rina, but the intent remained the same.

"Break!"

Sybil had ended up on top after that last half roll. A position that they would've liked to keep, but this was nothing to complain about. Again, the smell of desperation was in the air: Rolling around like that would only do more damage than they were already doing. But a kneebar like that wasn't the easiest thing to escape. Not even they've been able to figure it out yet.

They rolled away, but they wouldn't go far at all. Two or three paces beyond the minimum distance that the referee would have otherwise enforced; going by the look on his face, he probably figured that as long as Sybil didn't actually attack, that would be one less interaction to have with them.

They stood ready to pounce, but would instead observe, like a scientist would an experiment.

Rina wasn't much of a fighter, but she could be respectable at the ground game at the very least and knew how to escape from someone's grasp. Like Sybil here when putting on pressure. The yellow wonder managed to beat a fast retreat and sure enough the ref eventually forced Sybil to relent on the hold. This little exchange told Rina that her opponent was indeed quite adept at making a body contort even with her scatterbrained IQ that the yellow wonder was known for.

Rina would quickly recover and sized up Sybil, despite her clumsy nature there wasn't an ounce of fear on the jobber's face. She got into a crouched wrestling stance before then suddenly bursting forward. Rina was going to attempt to seemingly grapple, only to then feint and would try to light up Sybil's chest with a series of alternating right and left hand chops.

Rina had some grit. That leg was shaky when she got up. Looked like it was getting read to buckle from underneath her. Sybil was tempted to lunge for it, but continued to observe. Maybe the Yellow Wonder would fall over herself again.

She looked up at them without the slightest hint of fear in her eyes as her injured leg stilled, then bent into a crouched stance. Sybil mirrored her, and let her pounce. It was a good fake-out: They expected a tie-up, and received a speeding open palm to their chest instead. And another, and another, and another. The leather that covered them wasn't thick, doing little to absorb the harsh impacts that drove her back, into a corner. Cries became, and settled, quite comfortably, into growls...