L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Erina vs. Katsumi

There was still some time before the show even began tonight. And Erina was unwinding and calming her nerves the best way she knew how. She had her hair tied back as she tunes her guitar, getting just the right sound from it before strumming a few notes. She would hum low, slightly bobbing her head to the music that she could hear clearly in her head. It made her smile as she taps her foot a few times.

The louder and faster tunes were what she liked to rock out to most of the time. But there was plenty of time. And amping herself up this early? Instead to calm herself down, the song was much slower than the norm from her. And short too. She had been tuning the guitar and cleaning it for longer than the song was. But that was just part of it for her, and just as important.

So when it came time to get ready for the match tonight, part of her wondered while she was 'suiting up' and getting ready in the back if this part might end up taking longer than the match would. Even with the type of match it was. Just the thought made her chuckle a bit as she adjusts her boots and gloves, checking herself out in the mirror. It was certainly a different look from torn jeans and whatever shirt she had with a band logo on it. And she was fine with that.

Time to Rock.

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"Making her way to the ring, standing 6'6" and weighing in at 215 lbs.! Hailing from The United States of America, 'The Monster Slayer' Erina Lorriun!"

Perhaps one of these days she might come out with a guitar and play the opening riff to her song. But for now she came out as the music kicked in loud and fast, whipping her hair around as she begins to headbang to the music. Tossing her head back and throwing the devil horns in the air, she didn't know or care if more people seemed to be cheering for her. She figured for now being called Monster Slayer would be fine. If she thought of something better, she might change it.

Approaching the ring, she sped up slightly and slid under the ropes, coming up in a kneeling position to air guitar the current riff, leaning forward before tossing her hair back as she pushes herself to her feet. "Hell Yeah!" Loud and fast music always got her pumped and ready for action. She was smiling even as she feels the pre-match jitters. She figured it would be a while before she never got them. And it would be a shame. She knew how to deal with them, and it let her get even more worked up for the match.

But for now, she just had to wait for her opponent to come to the ring so they could get this match started. It was supposed to be a best two out of three, which should make it take a while. But the thought of trying to crush her opponent in record time was too exhilarating to pass up.

Katsumi is backstage at the opposite end of the arena. The collar of her pink t-shirt is bunched up between her palms as she wrings it. There's an uncharacteristic look of concern on her otherwise pixie features. This chick is big and built. Not in the "big" way that she can make fun of, but in the, "She might actually kill you," way. Katsumi is all about the bravado and confidence, but when it's just her alone with her thoughts? Especially watching this veritable rockbarian make her way to the ring, the vehicle of what might be her extremely physical dismantling? Katsumi is very much a normal, even vulnerable girl. And she's mildly scared.

Ten second pinfall. Two out of three. No tapouts. If this chick gets her in a submission hold and just decides to keep cranking it, the referee can't save her. She can't tap out. It's hard to contextualize six-foot-six and over-two-hundred-pounds on paper. But when you see it rocking down the ramp without an evident doubt in its mind, you question the wisdom of having agreed to the match.

'Get it together. You fight for a living. Just fight. She's human.'

The music!

A familiar, if remastered tune begins throbbing in the speakers. With it, laserlights pulse in rhythm along the entrance platform and ramp in bright neon green and purple.

"And her opponent! At 5'5", and weighing 124lbs.! From Osaka, Japan! The Punk Princess herself! KATSUMI! OOOSHIROOO!"

Katsumi releases her collar and immediately realizes it's left a damp spot. Her palms were sweating. She can't go out there like that! Hurriedly, the punkette yanks her shirt up and over her head, dropping it there behind the curtain. Thus, she's left only in her wrestling gear for her entrance - black boots, matching short-shorts circled with a feline-themed belt, black sportsbra-style top, and choker, leaving arms, legs, and smoothly sleek midsection fully exposed.

With a quick fluff of her hair, she lunges out into the open. The momentum carries her into a smooth spin on one foot, ending with an energetic thrust of her fist. Said fist lowers to point out at the rocker chick in the ring, and Katsumi's eyes narrow to dangerous slits with a predatory smile.

She mouths, "I choose you."

She is faking the Hell out of this confidence.

Menacing threat made, the slender punkette makes her way down the ramp with her left fist propped to swaying hip, right arm swinging free in a lazy, yet simultaneously perky way. Upon reaching the edge of the ring, she hops up onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and vaults herself neatly up and over. Boots land on the mat, and she turns one full rotation, arms spread to either side to the audience, soaking in and encouraging the mixture of cheers and boos. But at least it's become mostly cheers lately. That's a comforting feeling.

She moves back into her corner to let the referee-girl inspect her for foreign objects, while her eyes level on Erina. There's a small swallow, her modest bust pushing against her top with every breath. Her nerves are running high tonight. Bigger girl will underestimate her and give her openings. That's how it'll work. Right..?

Perhaps it was foolish bravado, or simply the ignorance of a newcomer, but Erina hadn't done much research on her opponent. She had the name, but had shrugged off even caring who her opponent was. So perhaps she was a bit surprised. There was an obvious disparity between the two of them. Not only was she over a foot taller than Katsumi, but she was damn close to being twice her size!

This was who she was going to crush? Well being careful if she hurt her opponent too much was the ref's job.

"Geez, now don't I feel foolish! Here I went through the trouble of picking the moniker 'Monster Slayer' and instead they give me this shrimp instead!"

Erina was shaking her head and laughing a bit, throwing her arms up in the air slightly in mock exasperation. pushing forward from her corner to slowly make her way to the center of the ring.

"Tough luck for you, I don't mind crushing anyone they put in front of me!" Erina's voice was loud, and certainly carried. Geez, did she even need a mic to be heard?

Did she notice her opponent's nervousness at all? Perhaps the better question would be, did she care? In her eyes it didn't matter at all. The bell would ring and regardless of where Katsumi was, Erina was going to start stomping her way towards her, certainly eager to get things underway. And once she got close enough, she would swing a hard right hook for Katsumi's head. True to her word, she wouldn't hold anything back with this punch!

God, this chick just gets bigger the closer she gets. Katsumi steels her gaze, and defensively straightens her posture. She can't be cockily leaning into a corner if a raging bull is charging her, can she? That's just inviting pain!

She's talking. Saying things. That's Katsumi's style! She's the one who gets under people's skin! She needs to retort! Crap, where are her words!? Her mouth starts to open, but Erina continues. She closes it again. How is this happening!?

The ring trembles as Erina rapidly advances, and Katsumi's pupils shrink. A fist flies - and in pure reaction, the Punk Princess dips forward into a clean roll, only to pop up behind her muscled adversary. And the moment Erina turns to face her, Katsumi intends to hop into the air with an upwardly-thrust arm to catch her beneath the chin in a jumping european uppercut!

Frankly, the display might wind up looking vaguely Little Mac.

If Erina doesn't turn around, however, to present that target, the plan may go awry.

It almost looked like Katsumi was a deer caught in the headlights. That she was about to just get run over by this oncoming pain train. But to her credit, she instead managed to roll under the strike and up behind Erina.

But for Erina, she just plowed her fist through air. Nothing to stop her forward momentum except her putting on the breaks as she hisses in annoyance. She was at least able to stop and spin around, swinging her arm out wide. Perhaps she'd catch Katsumi in a backhand, or even in a sort of clothesline.

That was the intention anyway.

But even if her opponent had been completely upright instead of coiled and ready to strike, the blow still would have missed. Chalk it up to misjudging just how short her opponent was.

No, instead Erina spin around and missed a second strike, leaving her wide open for that european uppercut to crash up against her chin. Her head would rock back as the blow caught her off guard. It rattled her head a bit as she was forced back a step. But she howled in anger and frustration rather than pain. Howled and locked her gaze on Katsumi as she lunged forward, both arms swinging wide to catch the smaller wrestler. She was looking to grab ahold of her in a tight bearhug and keep her from going anywhere. Not that she really cared rely on holds. But she had to slow her down first it would seem.

It's a satisfying sensation, feeling a jaw bounce off her bicep. Admittedly it's not an impressive bicep. Katsumi isn't a thickly-muscled girl; she's fit, but not thicc. But people usually fall down when she nails them with a snappy european uppercut! The fact that the girl attacking her didn't is cause for immediate alarm.

Eyes widen and arms raise, Katsumi's mouth opening to protest before the sound is taken away in a panic. But that seems to give Erina the perfect opportunity to catch her. She feels a pair of arms encircle her waist, hefting her body a little off her feet. Modest breasts mash tight against Erina's bosom, her slender stomach locked hard against the bluenette's chiseled abdominals. "A-ahn..!" Katsumi's hands immediately grab onto Erina's shoulders, her head tipped back with eyes squeezed shut. Knees instinctively raise to either side of the girl's hips, thighs brushing against thighs, and hips against hips.

Erina might not be the most skilled of opponents. But if nothing else she was tough, which at least played into her headstrong approach to most matches. And it also helped to psych out a few of her opponents. Katsumi seemed to be one that it was working on.

Erina's arms locked around her waist. Most wrestler's might clasp their arms together, but she simply circled them as tight as she could, both arms pulling her opponent in as tight as she could. She could feel her opponent's body pressing into her with the tight hold. She didn't think much of it as Katsumi's breasts pressed to hers. Not that she didn't like the feeling. But her mind was on crushing her opponent before anything else. The squirming of her opponent was exciting enough for her, feeling her struggle in what already felt like desperation.

"Lets see you dodge this."

Erina had a huge grin on her face as she looked Katsumi in the eyes. She wouldn't wait long to see if her opponent was even looking her in the face though before she brought her head back, only to whip it forward as she tries to slam her forehead against Katsumi's head in what would likely be quite a jarring headbutt if she couldn't manage to get free.

"Aaahn!," cries Katsumi as her waist is compressed, her modest bust flattened against the other girl, stomach locked to stomach. Her jaw firms, teeth bared and clenched together. Through the strain, her eyes briefly squeeze shut, struggling to get a full breath. Her fingers dig into the other girl's shoulders, and her eyes open in a strain to look back at her face.

Dodge something? Dodge wha-

The head swings in. Katsumi wants to dodge. She can't. The head cracks into hers, forehead to forehead. A piercing squeak escapes the punkette upon impact, her eyes briefly widened, before falling shut. Her hands slip from the other's shoulders, dangling at her sides, and her head drops back in a daze. She'd be stunned on the mat if she were let go. But her slender body remains compressed hard against the larger foe.

There was something to be said about having a head as hard as Erina's. And she was braced for the impact too, leaving her seeming like she was perfectly fine after that headbutt had caused a resounding crack in the arena. There had likely been people in the crowd that had winced from that.

But the entire time that grin didn't leave her face. Katsumi had taken the rough blow, and now her arms were dangling at her sides. The tight grip on her finally released, looking to just let her drop down to the mat. Was that seriously all her opponent had to offer? Well there was the noticeable size difference. So Erina wasn't going to think too much on it.

Should her opponent not be able to remain standing, Erina would move to press her right boot down against Katsumi's chest, leaning herself on the leg a bit before tossing up the devil horns again to the crowd. It was a cocky pin to be sure, but should she pull it off, the ref would be moving to start the count.

But if Katsumi was still standing? Well Erina certainly wouldn't expect her to be.

Katsumi's mind is blank; briefly blotted out by the impact of a skull against her forehead. When her boots set to the mat again, it doesn't take more than a second of wobbling before the Punk Princess drops backwards. Her body hits the mat limply, arms falling to either side, eyes opened to stare vacantly up at the skylights.

Nope. Erina won't have to worry about toppling her over. Katsumi's reeling.

The sensation of a boot pressing in against her modest chest sharpens her mind, though it's still a little distant. The tremor in the mat helps bring it closer to the forefront. The call of a feminine voice beside her head finally brings it all into focus: "One!"

Katsumi lets out a girlish grunt and twists to the side, pulling her left shoulder up off the mat. It's enough to break the pin, but her hand quickly moves to her struck, throbbing head afterwards. She may not be entirely with it again just yet, but she's recovering.