L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Standard
Victory Condition: Secure victory via pinfall, submission, or KO.

Awaiting the start of her next match, Emaline combed her vibrant pink hair in front of her locker's mirror. The ostentatiousness of her outfit matched her hair, consisting of a bright emerald green bikini paired with two chrome wristbands. She ran her hand through her head and confirmed its silkiness to meet her standards. And right on quee, a LAW official arrived and summoned her to the ring. Her lips curled into a smile as she stashed away her comb and headed for the arena.

Appearance Reference

Entrance Theme

She strutted out onto the stage to the tunes of her entrance theme, her expression displaying urbane dignity and disdainful arrogance in equal measure. Utter conceit coloured her graceful stride as she made her way down the ramp, drawing a reception of cheers and boos alike from the audience. She didn't pay these much mind, save for a fleeting pretentious smirk.
After scaling the ring apron, she grabbed hold onto the top ropes and used them to execute an elegant yet lethargic backflip into the ring. She then strode towards her corner and made herself comfortable atop the top turnbuckle; she lazed on the top ropes and propped her head on her fist, adopting the tranquilo pose.

Pose Reference

Hitomi seemed to be hyper focused for this coming match, as so far her LAW career had not began gracefully as she could've hoped. Winless in her first couple matches out the gate, but neither this nor the fans snickers at her of a "jobber" had any effect on her confidence. Just a couple of fluky outcomes, and who gave care for the views of these fans anyway? Even among the inferior species, they were degenerates. Soon she had gotten her cue from the LAW staff to make her way to gorilla position as she prepared to make her own entrance.

Empire March by Dale Oliver

Hitomi stepped out with her Godzilla-esque theme as the masked "Apex Predator" seemed to scan the ring with a clear focus to her. There was a little less creature play than in previous entrances, but none the less she seemed to carry an heir of a beast as she made long strides to the ring and eyed her opponent with a predatory focus. Hitomi would climb up the apron and step over the middle rope before she glanced at her cocky foe, sneered, and then moved to the middle to raise her fist in the air and let out a roar before she turned in the opposite corner ready to face her.

Ring Attire

"Hmph." Emaline scoffed at Hitomi's entrance. With a cocksure grin, she hopped off the top turnbuckle and sauntered over to her opponent's corner with her hands behind her back. With a haughty look in her eyes, she appraised the so-called 'Apex Predator's' entire form. Afterwards, the Viper condescendingly gave her 'compliments'. "Amusing theatrics." She paused to giggle. "I hope that you don't mind me saying this but I suspect that such theatrics are supposed to compensate for your, let's just say 'sub-par at best' wrestling skills."

It was amazing, somehow this woman had already managed to find a way to anger Hitomi. It usually took some effort or time in a match for Hitomi to resent a foe, but this woman seemed to possess quite the skill as she scowled and folded her arms over her chest. "Watch your tongue, a minor setback or two doesn't give you the right to lecture to the superior species.." Hitomi warned, before moving up face to face with Emaline glaring intensely behind the mask. "...besides, what will that say about you when you lose to my "sub-par" skills?"

"~Ohoho, my~" With aristocratic laughter, Emaline replied. "A mere stepping stone refers to herself as the 'superior species'?" She shook her head in a patronising manner. "And she deludes herself into thinking that she will best me? How mildly entertaining." The bell rung soon after their exchange, prompting the pinkette to present both of her palms to her opponent and issue a challenge. "Very well, I shall grant you the opportunity to prove yourself. Face me in a test of strength."

However, the offered test of strength was a ruse. If the bluenette falls for the trick and locks hands with Emaline, she would jump up and snap her thighs shut around her opponent's waist for a bodyscissor. Moreover, she maintained a tight grip on Hitomi's hands to prevent her from trying to pry herself free of the leg scissors.

"...are you talking to me? Or some invisible friend in this ring?" Hitomi asked noting how she seemed to be having a conversation with herself about her. Which made Hitomi feel a touch slighted as she scowled behind her mask and placed her hands on her hips. "If you want a taste of my strength, fine!"

Hitomi would go over, and for a moment she seemed to be going in for it. But Hitomi did not need to follow the guideline of this inferior "human", and given her poor start to her LAW career she decided to take initiative. So she moved to raise her leg at the last second and aimed to kick the gut of Emaline before she'd have a chance to lock hands with her! If successful, she would then try to take her down with a clothesline as stiff as she could give out.

Emaline was more than ready to respond to Hitomi 'declining' the test of strength by attacking unannounced instead. Taking advantage of her speed and dexterity, the Viper attempted to catch the incoming kick. If she does, she would swiftly pivot to the right and try to follow up by sweeping the predator's one standing leg to trip her over.

"Hmph." With a dismissive grunt, Emaline jumped forwards and drove an elbow straight onto her opponent's stomach. Shortly afterwards, she stood back up and interweaved her legs with Hitomi's legs, going for a figure-four leglock.

Seemed Hitomi's efforts to try and get the leg up on her foe didn't work, darn it even when she tried to be sneaky her foe seemed to read her moves! The Apex Predator began to wonder if everyone in L.A.W. was just psychic but she had more pressing concerns as she struggled to find her footing after being swept while her leg was held.

"Agh!" Hitomi cried out while being struck in the chest, and in a frantic struggle to remain upright she reached with her hands for Emaline's bikini top to try and pull against it to keep herself up.

"Heheh." Emaline snickered as she executed her leg sweep. "Wah!" Only to be surprised by her opponent clutching onto her bikini in a misguided attempt to remain standing. All that achieved was cause the two wrestlers to fall to the ground together. "Obstinate wretch!" The Viper hissed as she tumbled with Hitomi and tried to hit her with multiple elbows to the nose, seeking to daze her. From there, Emaline sought to mount the Apex Predator and trap her within the heartless embrace of two thighs for a mounted figure-four headscissor.

Headscissor Reference

"Waaa!" Hitomi cried out as her effort to try and stand straight caused both herself and Emaline to fall over against each other in a bit of an awkward heap. "Agh! Inferior cow!" Hitomi cursed as she answered elbows with knees to the gut as the pair exchanged some stiff blows before she began to be wrapped in a headscissors. "Ngggmmmmmpff!" Hitomi muggled a curse getting a mouth full of thigh, as she reached for the feet of Emaline and worked to try and escape by trying to twist and apply pressure to her ankles.