L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Handicap Match
Rules: Victory by submission, pinfall, or knockout.
For once, Chelsea actually knew the woman she was set to be facing in this match. Well, to some degree; she was at least aware of who Alyssa was, and that she existed. She knew that she had made it into the Lightweight Championship Tournament; she'd been following that enough before she came to LAW - even if she didn't do particularly well in it. But, unlike most of the imbeciles she had had to share a ring with up to this point, Alyssa had the decency to be born in her native England! Finally, Chelsea thought to herself, someone she could actually communicate meaningfully with! Of course, their shared heritage wasn't going to make things any smoother between the two of them, as Chelsea found reason to hate most people anyway. Particularly if they were from Manchester. But that didn't matter now, as she faced the mirror in the locker room fixing her hair - she was eager to get in the ring with her and see what she had to offer!

But Chelsea, this time, wasn't alone - something she was soon made aware of as she found herself being hugged from behind by her sister, as Molly ran up to her from her locker. "Gah-! Dun' sneak up on me like dat, Molly!"

"Sorryyyyy," Molly said, giving Chelsea the proverbial puppy dog eyes in the mirror, something that drew an eye roll from her elder sister. "But I wanted to ask if you're ready! We're gonna go kick 'er arse, yeah?"

Now that, though. That was something Chelsea could get behind, as she snickered to Molly. "Ye bet we ay!" She gave her a vigorous pat on the back, before the two of them turned to the ring. It was time for them to make their enterance!

"The following contest is a two-versus-one handicap match, and is scheduled for one fall!" called Misa Otomura, the resident ring announcer. "Coming first to the ring, from Liverpool, England, at a combined weight of 230 pounds, the BRITISH BUNNIES!"

Chelsea Forster

Molly Forster

The two Forster sisers appeared on the top rope, linking arms as they shared a look of determination towards one another and a confident nod. With that, they ran down to the ring, Chelsea leaning down to allow Molly to springboard off her back and over the ropes before she too slid in under the bottom. Then, they went to their corner to wait for Alyssa to arrive on the scene.

Spoiler

Alyssa hadn't been in a handicap match before, she was a bit confused as to how this was a fair competition? It seemed like a bit of an absurd concept to her. Not that she didn't have the utmost confidence in that she could beat two, or even three people around here. How this would be something people would want to watch though, was still something that bewildered her.

The Brutish Brawler hadn't heard a whole lot of her opponents, but she did know that they were both British, which at least made thing interesting for her. Shaking her head a bit, Alyssa would soon step out onto the ramp as her music hit. She would walk down the ramp wearing her usual attire, jeans short shorts, a white top and heavy black boot, all with that red jacket draped over her for the entrance.

She had a bit of a following so far in LAW, and while she hadn't managed to get very far in that Lightweight Tournament, she still had her sights set on the top. That's where the money was.

Heading down to the ring, the announcer would announce her entrance.

" And their opponent; from Manchester, England. Weighing in at 118 pounds! Alyssa Monroe!"

The blonde would move in and roll in under the ropes and get up to her feet. Removing her jacket and tossing it to the referee to let them deal with it. Looking over her opponents as she would give them a once over, this could be interesting...though she wasn't a big fan of Liverpool of all places. For now she'd simply stare the pair down, she did however wonder if perhaps she could get a more serious outfit? This was something she'd just cobbled together for this whole wrestling thing, as she hadn't been sure what one should wear. She didn't exactly want to walk out in proper MMA gear, but now she started to wonder...

Aaaand of course.

As soon as Alyssa's hometown was introduced, Chelsea grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she practically deflated. Just when she thought she might, in theory, be able to actually get along with her opponent, all hopes were dashed. "Bloody Mancs..." Of course Alyssa had to be from the very city that Chelsea and her fellow Scousers had derived a cultural heritage from their sheer hatred towards. Most would call this petty or foolish, especially considering the two cities were practically neighbors. Chelsea would call them "a bunch o' blind morons". Football was serious business, after all, and the rest of the world simply did not understand that.

But she digressed. It was time to prove her superiority, not just in football, but in other sports too. The bookers had decided that Alyssa's comparative experience in LAW, in light of her participation in the tournament, would make a handicap match justified, not to mention the fact that the Forster sisters were making a strong presence as a tag team, so it was only natural they would be put in this together. Still, Chelsea didn't think she needed her partner for this. She wanted to prove she could handle this herself!

Tightening her gloves, Chelsea stepped forward, looking Alyssa in the eye. Already getting fired up, she threw some invective in her direction that was...in all honesty, rather nonsensical to anyone in the audience who didn't follow English football. "I 'ope ye like gettin' ye sorry arse 'anded ter ye onna silver platti, like, as much as yer precious little Man U likes be'n blown out by de Reds, because I'm not go'n ter 'old back on ye!"

Facing the crowd's inevitable blank stares of confusion, not in the least owing to Chelsea's lack of fluency in Japanese, Molly shouted a correction. "She says she can beat her, and that she won't hold back! It's...it's a soccer thing, okay?"

Alyssa would watch as the fellow blonde stepped right up towards her tightening those gloves of hers. The fellow young Brit certainly had a thick accent, Alyssa almost confused her for a Scot. Though when she started to prattle on about Liverpool and how she was going to kick Alyssa's butt just like Liverpool does to Manchester United...well that was certainly something that caused Alyssa to click her tongue, teeth gnashing as she'd step right up into Chelsea face!

Pressing her forehead against the fellow blonde's. " That right huh?! We'll see who ends up kicking ho's arse!" Alyssa practically shouted out at the fellow Brit. " Oh lest I forget..." Alyssa would go one, before she'd give a shove to Chelsea's shoulders as she tried to make the woman stumble backwards. " Glory Glory Man United!"

Even if those looking on may not have understood what Chelsea was saying, the emotions flaring between the two hot-headed Brits was well enough apparent. The two of them leaned in against one another, head to hide, as they stared into one another's eyes. Just the proximity of being this close to Alyssa seemed to grate on Chelsea, as she grit her teeth, turning up an eyebrow in a disapproving glare. She just wanted this match to get underway so that she could show Alyssa what for.

But her opponent wasn't even going to wait for that. With a sharp shove, she sent Chelsea stumbling backwards, while the referee signalled for the bell. Chelsea caught herself, looking back up to lock eyes with her foe - and when she did, her emotions were flaring even higher, as she balled a fist at her side with a bull-like snort of fury. Dragging football rivalries into this, as any Briton would know, was just going too far.

"Oi! Tha's it! Nah mercy!" Chelsea barked. She came charging back towards Alyssa to close the distance, while she brought up her boot to slam it against her jaw, putting the momentum of her forward charge into her kick!

Alyssa watched her foe as the fellow blond clenched her fists, narrowing her eyes as she was as ready as she could be for this match now. She was gonna tear down this Liverpool trash and show her what was what! The referee scurried to call for the bell and with it the match was underway!

The brutish brawler would see Chelsea start to rush towards her next and with it Alyssa would watch closely. Seeing that leg come up, Alyssa would try and step to the side and duck out of the way of the boot! Trying to slip in behind one of the British Bunnies. Alyssa would then quickly try and snap her arms around that head and neck, trying to lock Chelsea into a standing sleeper hold.

Pressing her lithe body up against Chelsea similarly shaped frame, the crowd was already cheering for the lightweight action that they were three between these three, fierce blonde fighters.

Nobody was going to call Chelsea Forster the model of dignity and respect. She was always one to get in fights, and often at the slightest provocation. As far as she was concerned, being a filthy Man United supporter was well enough of a reason to warrant a boot to the face. If anyone tried to call her out on that, she would insist that they didn't know how things were in northern England.

But even as Chelsea got herself lined up to land her blow, Alyssa proved too quick for her - as she ducked off to the side just as Chelsea was prepared to make impact, leaving her foot hanging in midair. The older of the Forster sisters was standing there, staring off blankly and in a rather awkward position; she was hardly prepared to end up like this. Which meant that she had left a brief moment of opportunity - one that Alyssa could use well, as she got behind Chelsea and locked an arm around her throat, forcing her into place.

Chelsea was hardly enjoying this. Gritting her teeth, she coughed and sputtered, struggling in place against the constraints of Alyssa's grip. Nevertheless, she tried to swing an elbow behind her, hoping it would be enough to knock Alyssa back. "Gerrof!"

Alyssa seemed to catch Chelsea off guard as she would slip past that intended boot to her face and go around the fellow British blonde, slipping her arms up around that neck and head and catching her in a standing sleeper hold. She felt Chelsea cough, struggle and her opponents body slide and grind against hers.

A smirk on her face as she enjoyed raining on this Liverpool supporters parade, but it was quickly wiped off of her face, as Alyssa took an elbow to her side, causing her to grunt and release the sleeper. Though Alyssa was nothing if not petty and especially so when it came to a LFC supporter. Looking to grab at her ponytail and yank on it hard to try and swing her down onto her back by her hair, as the Brutish Brawler would stagger back and rub her ribs from Chelsea's elbow strike.

Chelsea wasn't exactly the most thrilled about having her range of motion restricted, and this was no exception, as Alyssa held down on her throat in the sleeperhold. She tried to twist back and forth in an effort to loosen her clutches, glaring back at Alyssa out of the corner of her eye while she clenched her teeth down in a scowl.

When trying to pull herself free wasn't producing much in the way of results, Chelsea elected to get more physical with how she sought to free herself, and went for an elbow aimed at her opponent's ribs. At once, Alyssa stumbled back, and Chelsea straightened herself, now breathing easily. But this would only last a few short seconds, as Alyssa soon caught hold of Chelsea's hair - and, with a jerk backward, the Scouser started to fall back towards her opponent, hissing in pain. And soon, screaming out in surprise, as Chelsea's ponytail served as a handle for Alyssa to swing her into the ground! She landed with a canvas-shaking thud as she lay stunned from the blow, with Molly, watching from the sidelines, wincing; she could only imagine how much that had to hurt.

The cruel haipulling yank from Alyssa earned her a bit of boos from the crowd, yet she shrugged it off! After all this was a matter of pride between her and Chelsea now. Looking down at her foe as she was on her back, Alyssa would try and send a stomp down onto her fellow blond's chest. Looking to keep her down for a moment....

After which the Brutish Brawler would try and swing her leg around, turning as she'd try and move on top of Chelsea in a mount. Looking to straddle the Liverpool fan as she'd crack her neck to the side. " Clench your teeth Red!" She would shout as she'd try and start throwing punches down at Chelsea's face and chest, trying to go in for a ground and pound on the fellow Brit.