L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Queen's Prisoner Match
The loser must surrender her gear to the winner and spend a week as the servant to the winner. Standard falls.

Aurelia Vance stood before the full-length mirror just outside Gorilla position, critical amber eyes scanning her reflection for flaws that simply did not exist - but the search for imperfections occupied her mind in the moments before the match, one she found quite intriguing.

She had come to LAW specifically for opportunities like this. While clashing with peers satisfied a certain competitive itch, acting as the immovable object for the next generation fed the need in her to mentor, to see the next generation adapt and succeed as she herself had done. She longed to spend these final active years testing the mettle of rising stars, dragging young women like Nashi Dragneel into deep waters to see if they could swim. And today, the water ran particularly deep.

A Queen's Match. The stipulations did not mince words: the loser stripped of her ring gear, claimed as a trophy, and forced into servitude for a full week. Aurelia smoothed the metallic gold fabric of her leotard, feeling the dense muscle of her stomach beneath the material. The thought of surrendering this armor, of bowing her head to serve a youngster like Nashi, clashed violently with her tradition as an indomitable force, incredibly difficult to bring to heel.

"Serve?" she murmured to her reflection, a sharp, confident smile curling her crimson lips. "No, I think not."

"Ms. Vance? You're up," a stagehand called out.

Aurelia didn't rush. She picked up her props - the massive, jeweled claymore and the jagged, solar-spiked headpiece that framed her face like a halo of blades—and stepped through the curtain.

Her music hit, shaking the boards beneath her feet. The crowd erupted immediately, a low, rumbling roar of respect washing over the stage. They appreciated the legacy she carried, and she wanted to thank them for that appreciation. Aurelia stood at the top of the ramp, bathed in golden spotlights, holding the sword aloft with casual strength. She posed there, the queen surveying her subjects, letting the lights catch the shimmer of her hair and the dangerous solidity of her exposed thighs.

She began her descent. She moved with an authoritarian gait, each step heavy and purposeful. Reaching the ring, she handed the claymore and headpiece to a ringside attendant with a graceful nod, then ascended the steel steps. She stepped between the ropes, the gold leotard stretching tight over her curves as she spread her arms wide, soaking in the adulation.

Aurelia turned to the entrance ramp, planting her feet. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her heavy cleavage up against the gold fabric, and waited patiently for Nashi to appear.

Spoiler

"WHAT!? You got to be joking, there's no way, I was booked in a match like this. There has got to be some kind of mistake!" Nashi let out frantically to one of the backstage workers of LAW as tonight she was scheduled to compete against a newcomer to LAW in a "Queen's Prisoner Match". To make matters short, the idea of not only losing but having to strip down and surrender her gear to her opponent for the week on top of being their "servant" for the week terrified the Idol beyond repair as she had no idea who this new comer to LAW even was. It sent chills down her spine as no matter what Nashi said the backstage worker was having none of it and simply told Nashi to get her gear one which she begrudgingly went too do. "I swear it feels like no matter how hard I try to be taken seriously, they want me to do matches like these..." The Idol pouted as she laced her boots in preparation for the match to come as no matter how much she wanted to avoid it, there was simply nothing Nashi could do to stop this match from coming or else she'll be disappointing her fans for being a no show. Once she was fully geared up she pushed herself up into a standing position and facing her in the mirror."Alright Nashi... just go out there and whatever happens... Well if you win you at least don't have to worry about being a maid..." She nervously chuckled trying to give herself some words of encouragement as walked out of the locker room and began to make her way out to the ring.

As her music hit the crowds began to cheer seeing the fan favorite coming out before she busted onto the scene! Nashi came out having both arms up pointing to the pointed to both sides of the aisle wearing her iconic black and red flame gear, with some wolf whistling at her exposed stomach area. Despite the rather humiliating stakes, Nashi was an entertainer first and foremost and even if she didn't like what she was doing she had to but a brave smile on her face for her fans.

Soon Nashi would walk down the aisle as her music went on in the back, giving high fives and stopping to pose with fans for a pics. The fiery dragon continued until she was right in front of the ring, seeing her opponent on full display. "Oh.... no..." Nashi thought to herself letting out a gulp of fear as by the looks of it her opponent was everything she feared she would be, big, lots of muscle, everything! The Idol could feel her heatbeat thumping as now she had to step into the ring or else people will never let her live it down. The Idol stood there frozen before closing her eyes and taking a long deep breath before opening them back up before reaching one hand out to climb into the ring.

Now that she was in the belly of the beast, Nashi had stay cool, she couldn't show any kind of fear or intimidation from her opponent. She didn't even say a word out of fear of angering the beast of a woman she standing in front off. All Nashi could do was brush her hair out and walk over to her corner and began to stretch out to iron out all of the kinks in her body before the bell rang.

Aurelia watched the entrance ramp with the patience of someone who had seen a thousand unfamiliar competitors walk that aisle - some cocky, some terrified, most somewhere in between. When Nashi's music hit and the girl burst through the curtain, Aurelia's brown eyes tracked every movement with professional interest, assessing despite herself.

Showmanship first. Good. The girl worked the crowd naturally, all smiles and high-fives despite whatever nerves churned beneath the surface. Aurelia appreciated that - the ability to perform even with high stakes. It spoke to discipline, to understanding what the audience paid for. Her gaze drifted down as Nashi made her way through the crowd. The gear hugged every curve. Athletic build, lean muscle without bulk. The kind of frame built for speed and agility, not for trading weight. Fast, then. Aurelia would offer her quite the worthwhile obstacle.

Aurelia's eyes lingered a moment longer on the exposed skin - the flat stomach, the lines of obliques that suggested core strength. Pretty girl. Very pretty, actually, with that vibrant pink hair catching the lights. The crowd clearly agreed, judging by the wolf whistles that followed her down the ramp.

When Nashi reached ringside and froze, however, Aurelia caught it immediately. That hesitation, that visible gulp. The girl's eyes went wide, scanning up Aurelia's frame with something that looked an awful lot like fear. There it was. Aurelia kept her expression neutral, arms still crossed, but internally she filed the reaction away. Intimidation worked both ways in this business - sometimes it paralyzed an opponent, sometimes it motivated them. She'd know which soon enough.

Nashi climbed through the ropes, and Aurelia noted the stiffness in her movements, the way she avoided eye contact. No pre-match banter, no posturing. Just a retreat to her corner and an aggressive stretch routine that looked more like nervous energy than preparation. Mmm. Aurelia uncrossed her arms and rolled her shoulders, feeling the familiar looseness in her joints. She paced forward two steps, deliberately closing some of the distance, and spoke.

"First time in a match like this?" Her voice carried easily over the crowd noise - not loud, keeping the conversation between them, but clear. She didn't make it sound mocking. Genuine question, conversational tone.

She stretched one arm across her chest, then the other, watching Nashi's reaction from the corner of her eye. "You work the crowd well. Natural entertainer." A pause. "That won't save you once the bell rings, mind, but it's a tidy skill to have."

The referee moved between them, running through the stipulations for the crowd - stripped gear, one week of service, Queen's rules. Aurelia barely listened. She'd read the contract. She knew what losing meant, and she had no intention of spending a week fetching coffee for a girl half her age who looked ready to bolt from the ring. But she also knew what winning meant. A week with this nervous, pretty thing at her beck and call. That had its own appeal, she had to admit. If Nashi wanted to avoid servitude, she'd have to earn her escape.