L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

*Lurking backstage for a moment, The Hawaiian Leviathan was busying herself with the final preparations for tonights event. She had been summoned to go up against some new meat tonight- Someone who went by the ring pseudonym Afrika Alan. Curious enough to do a bit of research on her, Moa was quite intrigued by her resume; she had quite the taut physique, and was nearly as tall as she was, which was considered remarkably rare. Suffice it to say, tonight was going to be rather interesting. After warming her prodigious body up with a bit of light stretching, she heard the locker room door squeak open, and the head of a backstage director popped inside.* "H..hello, Mrs. Moa?" *His voice trembled while he addressed the humungous monster.* "Yes?" *She retorted, tilting her head at his brazen terror.* "I..it's time. We're ready whenever you are." *And in the blink of an eye, she made her way towards the partially opened door and pushed past the tinier figure before her, nearly shoving him backwards due to her raw power.*

*As she traipsed through the hallway towards her destination, she caught the wandering eyes of the nameless jobbers that surrounded her, each one of them acknowledging how easily Moa could crush them if they stepped out of turn. Their gazes quickly broke, focusing their eyes on something a little less frightening as the enormous woman approached the blackened curtain.* "Alright. Play it." *Moa demanded in a rather firm tone, her body slightly tensing up, as it did before every encounter, before gradually returning to normal.*

*Her theme finally dropped, and within a matter of seconds, the audience was already raining down an inexorable tidal wave of cheers and jeers. Surprisingly enough, she had somehow managed to establish a hardcore following with a select handful of attendees, which she was incredibly grateful for. However, she needed to remain in character, and as her petrifying gaze and menacing aura filled the arena, it was becoming abundantly clear that Moa was in a destructive mood tonight. She finally stepped into the ring, pulling the ropes down to allow her lumbering frame to enter before she reached her neutral corner.*

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Backstage of LAW was filled with murmurs and rumors of a Superstar in the making in what some would call her twilight years of wrestling. For the first time Afrika Alan was stepping foot in a LAW ring. The ink on the contract was still wet but soon walking in like a celebrity with red sunglasses on, Afrika would make her way to the locker room area. She had asked for her own locker room and to appease Ms. Alan they would oblige by giving her the biggest room for the night. Today she was facing off against a Samoan monster. ‘Samoan...Do not headbutt her…’ Afrika knew all too well facing Samoan’s in the past that they are known for having really tough skulls. This woman though, Mauna Loa had made a strong impact in her debut in LAW. She was interesting to say the least, plus she was just one inch taller then Afrika, Needless to say but Afrika was more than ready to wrestle this woman. While she would change into her gear she pulls out a white faux fur coat and would smirk. It was going to be a monster vs a true amazon, needless to say the buzz about this match had everyone on the edge of their seats and keyboards. Wondering who out of these two would be the one to come out victorious.


After getting Loa the backstage director would head over straight to Afrika’s locker room and would knock on the door. Afrika would open it and as he looked up at her a bit frightened and would inform Afrika that it was time for her to head to the ramp. She nodded once and stepped out of her locker room placing her sunglasses back on before pushing past the director and forcing him to fall backwards. While making her way down the hall other wrestlers would look and turn away, even though her sunglasses were covering her eyes they could tell they were stern and just waiting for someone to say the wrong thing to her. Needless to say, but Afrika was pumped up and ready for a fight.


A camera crew soon flooded the main stage as they were apart of Afrika’s entrance and they were getting pictures for LAW’s website and other media outlets. The arena would grow dark after Loa was in the neutral corner. That was when the intro of Afrika’s theme ‘Flashing Lights’ would play. The barefoot warrior would finally step out as the title of the song was said from a woman in the theme. Afrika walks out to a bunch of cameras flashing and taking pictures as a spotlight finally focused on her and followed her down the ramp in a sea of cheers. Afrika hasn’t been on LAW before but all fans knew of Afrika and her past accomplishments. Once she was down at the end of the ramp the lights of the arena would come on. Afrika would turn to a stage hand, handing him her sunglasses and fur coat. She makes her way over ring and once on the apron on the side of the ring, Afrika would pull the ropes down so she could step over the rope. Once in the ring she makes her way towards Loa’s neutral corner and stares her down. Afrika would take a moment to look up and down at Loa and nods before giving her a smirk. “I hope you are ready for this junior.” Afrika would say before walking backwards to her corner and leaning against the turnbuckle.

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*Moa continued to casually relax and stretch while Afrika's grandiose entrance seemed to have captivate the relatively humungous crowd, with the vast majority of attendees being absolutely entranced with her mesmerizing appearance and alluring presence. Moa, however, was not one to be impressed so easily- She was the type to believe that the biggest dog always barked the loudest, and from her vantage point, Afrika was nothing but a little bitch. One that the Hawaiian Hulk was going to edify on who the true pack leader of law really was. However, despite her personal disdain towards Alan's choice in entrances, her past accolades spoke for themselves- someone of her renown promises to be quite an entertaining challenge, and if nothing else, she would be another, fancy notch in Moa's victory belt.*

*Once the lights started to dim and her entrance theme diminished into nothingness, Alan finally trotted towards her with a rather condescending expression plastered across her face. Either this woman was truly committed to getting on Moa's bad side, or she genuinely believed that victory was assured for her. Regardless, Moa could respect somebody that had the audacity to approach her in such a manner, and decided that reciprocity was in order.* "You shall feel the might of my ancestors one thousand fold, Alan." *She responded with a burning glimmer in her eyes, feeling herself becoming increasingly excited at the prospect of trampling her underfoot.*

"CLANG CLANG CLANG!" *The ringside bell rang, signaling for the start of the match. The palpable intensity beginning to fill the arena as Moa approached the center of the arena first. She maintained eye contact with her foe, gesturing for her to join her by flicking her wrist forward, outstretching her arms to indicate her eagerness for a test of strength contest!* "Come, show me that you aren't all breasts and bravado." *Moa demanded, her body posturing forward to indicate her seriousness.

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Afrika would just stare Moa down as she stood in front of her. Moa did not intimidate Afrika, as a matter of fact Afrika was excited, she gets to put a powerful woman in her place. Right at Afrika’s feet, and she was going to make sure Moa knew that was where she truly belonged. Though Moa looked monstrous to most, Afrika was going to tame this islander. Afrika already had a gameplan in mind for Moa and by the end Moa will either pass out or submit to Afrika. Afrika would approach Moa staring her down and a smirk on Afrika’s face. Once across from each other the crowd frew silent filled with anticipation wanting to see these two giants tear each other apart.


That was when Moa would finally speak, something about her feeling the might of her ancestors. Damn this girl was really deep in this islander thing. Nonetheless Afrika would quickly retort, “More like the tears of your ancestors will rain down upon us as they see you beaten and out powered.” Afrika would soon press herself against Moa’s body, the staredown itself feeling so intense. The burning passion in Moa’s eyes and Afrika’s piercing gaze fought against each other already. The intensity inside of the arena was filled to the brim, everyone would start clapping trying to get the wrestlers pumped up.



The bell would ring, signaling the start of the match. Moa would be the first to reach the middle but there was no game being played. Moa had her arm raised in the air and was ready for a test of strength. Afrika would oblige, as she moved her arms slowly grabbing Moa’s hands and once locked in they both would try to overpower the other. As they fought back and forth for a few moments Afrika would try hard to force Moa to one knee if she was successful Afrika would try her shot trying to push Moa down to her back already to try and prove her point!

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*While it appeared as though The Irate Islander was making a concentrated effort to balefully glare towards her foe, in reality, she was just a naturally intimidating individual- Ever since she started tapping into her latent, herculean strength she had been both feared and revered by anyone fortuitous enough to witness her monstrous power. Afrika Alan, however, seemed to be maintaining a composed aura about her, which piqued Moa's interest just enough to coax her into locking hands for a stalemate of a test of strength! Both women seemed to be evenly matched, but given that Moa was merely testing the waters of her new prey, she hadn't been impressed with the fiery fighter just yet.*

"Tears? Yes, tears from the audience due to their excessive laughter at your pathetic wrestling acumen." *Moa cooked up a light piece of banter, beginning to step forward to try and gain ground on her indomitable adversary. Before long, she had proven her uncontested might by closing the gap between herself and her voluptuous opponent. However, she wasn't just content with surpassing Alan- She wanted to publicly mortify her by any means necessary!*

"And before your pathetic attempts at amusing me cause me to prematurely fall asleep, I shall put your ineptitude on full display." *With a sadistic tone in her cadence, Moa disengaged for a brief moment before subsequently ensnaring Alan within a tight headlock, casually rubbing the edge of her knuckles against Alan's skull for an aggravating noogie! It was an unorthodox tactic for sure, but this was all apart of Moa's elaborate plan to try and provoke her into lashing out!*

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Afrika would glare at Moa as she was pushing Afrika back a bit. Afrika would shake her head as she started to push back against Moa but as she did Moa would try to get under Afrika’s skin. Afrika would maintain her breathing but was surprised as Moa would disengage and would instead grab Afrika’s head and locks the ebony beauty in a tight headlock. Moa then started to give Afrika a noogie. Afrika grunted in a bit of an annoyance but would position herself behind Moa as her arms would slowly wrap around the younger opponent. Afrika looks at the islander who was in control but would smirk.


“You know your bullying tactic would work against a rookie who has never been in this position or not use to being treated like this...But. Against a veteran...They know just because you are in a headlock doesn’t mean you go into defense mode.” Afrika said as she finally locks in the waist lock and with a feat of strength would lift up the 200 pounder islander and slams her hard to the ground with a back suplex. But instead of keeping the bridge Afrika would stand up and stomp down on Moa’s stomach hard, step up, and walks on top of her. Afrika looks down at Moa and steps back. Beckoning Moa to stand up by using the come on hand gesture to her.

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*Put herself under the false impression of superiority over her adversary, Moa would quickly come to realize that Afrika was no ordinary opponent. Feeling a slight shift in balance, Moa almost immediately recognized what was about to transpire, yet was left utterly helpless to try and prevent it!*

"Grrrh!" *She audibly groaned upon impact as her mammoth frame collided against the canvas, causing her to gnash her teeth together in an effort to disperse the pain. While the average competitor would have remained sedentary from the lingering anguish, Moa relished the pain, slowly regaining her composure before snarling at Alan.*

"Yes, and you are certainly no rookie." *Moa replied to Afrika's statement, conjuring up the perfect retort in the form of a charging lariat to her chest!* "But you have yet to fully earn my respect!" *The colossal hunter growled, launching herself forward to try and topple the towering foe that stood before her!*

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Afrika smirked as she stood over Moa after slamming her with a back suplex. That was when Moa who would rise up to her feet. Snarling like an animal, but all Afrika would do was smile at her opponent. This was going to be a lot of fun. Its been awhile since Afrika faced off against anyone that was like a wild beast. Not many wrestlers were like that anymore.


Afrika cracked her knuckles and smirks at Moa towards her comment. Did Moa just admit she thought Afrika was some rookie? To be fair she was new to LAW but her career would not paint her as some kind of rookie. Then again Moa might not know of Afrika. But that just annoyed the crap out of Afrika. She was going to make sure after tonight Moa will know who she is!

That was when Moa charged towards her and Afrika would brace for the impact as Moa hits Afrika with a lariat! To a smaller wrestler that type of hit would’ve knocked them off of their feet. But for Afrika she would remain standing but would take a few steps back. “Its the other way around junior!” Afrika shouted as she would charge back towards the colossal hunter and would give her a thunderous lariat of her own as the crowd would cheer for this battle of the Bulls.

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*Propelling her monstrous body forward in an attempt to discombobulate her equally enormous foe, Moa had every intention of establishing unequivocal dominance over the towering titaness. However, it seemed as thought Afrika was more than just all bluster and beauty, as Moa's clothesline did little more than just force her to stumble backwards a handful of steps. The colossal islander would stare at her, slightly puzzled as to how she managed to absorb such a devastating blow, before feeling the unstoppable fury of Alan's power in the form of a humungous forearm of her own!*

"Aaahh!...ha...haha.." *As if she were colliding into a brick wall, Moa had an unflinching grin plastered across her face from the visceral impact, as she too backpedaled from the blow while silently admiring her adversary's natural strength.* "You're attempts at trying to topple me are welcomed with open arms, Mrs. Alan. However, if you honestly believe that something of that nature can force me to buckle, you are sadly mistaken." *Moa responded with a quietly booming cadence to her voice, before concocting the perfect method of reestablishing her superiority.*

*Deciding that her colossal target could withstand typical levels of abuse, Moa concluded that the most effective way to overcome Alan would be to devote herself to one, massive strike in an attempt to completely bulldoze her. Turning herself towards the opposite ropes, Moa lunged and bounced off of them, generating enough momentum to fly in Alan's direction for a gigantic shoulder tackle!*

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Afrika threw her arm hard into the chest of her opponent in the ring. As her arm collided into Moa she would feel the islander stumble backwards a couple of steps but being able to keep herself from falling. Afrika nodded as she could respect her fellow skyscraper of a woman in the ring with her. Afrika gives Moa a smirk as she spoke to her after panting and taking the hit from Afrika. She would continue to talk trash to Afrika who would wag her finger at Moa as she would toy with her on the things she had said. “Well then give me your best shot if you really think you are all that?”


Afrika would would stand tall readying herself to take Moa’s next attack. That was when the islander would rush back to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off of the ropes, and back towards Afrika. Moa would launch herself into Afrika who would brace herself of the impact. Afrika takes the shoulder tackle, stumbling back almost seeming to drop to one knee but kept herself stable. Getting back up to neutral position Afrika flexes towards Moa and laughs loudly. “Nice try but not good enough!” Afrika shouted as she waited for Moa to stand back up.


Afrika would approach Moa deciding that instead of trying to take the island beauty down she would go for damage. Afrika looks at Moa and pushes her back a bit as she stood back up and soon with quick procession Afrika would launch her hand towards Moa’s plentiful chest. Afrika was going for a knife edge chop right across Moa’s plentiful mounds. This wasn’t meant to knock her down but instead cause pain in a area usually sensitive for women. But most importantly legal above all else.

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