L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Standard Match with Stakes
Victory by pinfall or submission. The winner may sexually dominate the loser in the ring after the match.

Contracts were such a beautiful thing, really. They were just like your standard everyday threats and promises, but codified and enforceable. Granted, Satsuki generally hated the thought of formalizing things, but contracts had one thing about them that made all of the stuffy suits and dense legalese worth it: They were inescapable. No matter how much you wanted to wriggle your way out of it, a well-written contract was final. In a way, a good contract was just two parties agreeing to the rules of a game, each one believing that they were getting the better end of the deal. Of course, one party would inevitably end up with the short end of the stick, but that was the fun part.

She'd gotten the contract for her first booking for LAW just a few days ago, and when she read its contents, she couldn't help but feel an ember flicker in her heart. The match itself was meant to be a pretty standard affair; her goal would be to make the other woman submit or pin her down. Taken alone, it wouldn't be particularly exciting to Satsuki. No, what caught her attention in the way-too-long contract was one single line: "The winner may sexually dominate the loser in the ring after the match."

No, she wouldn't get to take her defeated foe back home when she won, and she'd only earn a small amount of time with her. In a way, though, that was almost a blessing in disguise. Almost every wrestler in LAW wanted attention to some degree. Even if they weren't the kind to feed off a crowd's energy, most were the type that preferred having that crowd cheer for them instead of jeer. And if Satsuki knew these crowds like she thought she did, they practically feasted on watching cute girls humiliate each other. Even women who liked sex as much as Satsuki did probably wouldn't want to be subjected to that.

So, Satsuki decided, public humiliation was definitely an acceptable wager for her first match.

"... Now, fans, please welcome to the ring for her debut match, a 5'4, 120lb fighter coming to us from Osaka, Japan... the Queen of Clubs: Satsukiiiii Hayanoooo!"

Satsuki's Entrance Music - GAMBLER by MONSTA X

Ah. She'd gotten too lost in her thoughts again and zoned out the announcer's description of the match rules. Competition had a way of doing that to her -- just the promise of a good fight gave her tunnel vision. Now, though, she wouldn't have to make do with just promises. The Queen of Clubs was a Lady of LAW now, and here, she'd get all the desperate, spirited contests she could handle.

Satsuki Hayano, the Queen of Clubs

Satsuki strode down the entrance ramp, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it towards the crowd with a smirk. She used her last few steps to build up a bit of momentum before leaping onto the apron then once more over the ropes and into the ring, showing off her athleticism, much to the crowd's delight. The Queen of Clubs took a brief lap around the ring, just to familiarize herself with her newest battleground. Then, she held out a hand expectantly towards the ringside crew. Confusion swept through them and the audience, but Satsuki only responded to the newfound silence with a raised eyebrow and a pointed glance towards a nearby microphone. Seemingly understanding her request, they finally handed her the mic, and the crowd silenced, their interest clearly piqued. Good for them, because what she was about to declare would probably bring them to their feet. Satsuki closed her eyes casually, matching her expression by bringing a relaxed hand to scratch at the back of her head.

"Yeah, so, before we get started, I just want everyone to know… I only play for keeps, yeah?" The debutante opened her eyes, now filled with the first sparks of a high-roller's spirit. "So to whoever's back there, and to anyone in this league who's listening, just a fair warning. If you step into this ring with me, I'm not letting you out until I take everything from you."

Vanessa didn’t really want do this match at all, seeing it as nothing but a nuance. Valerie however convinced her otherwise, thinking it’d be hot to watch Vanessa dominate another woman in the ring on her own. To fulfill her wife’s desires, the flying fox accepted the match.

Vanessa listened to her opponent’s promo, thinking nothing of it. Just another punk girl who thinks she’s so great.

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Spoiler

The flying fox wears her single’s attire, a white outfit with black accent. Instead of a bodysuit, she bears skin-tight pants and fitting bra that exposes more skin. She struts out to the arena with her theme playing, annoyed already of Satsuki’s confidence. She enters the ring and the first thing she does is take the microphone from her.

“Look, whoever you are, I’m only out here to please my wife’s wishes and that’s to make you squirm in the end as I violate you for her eyes to behold. Hell, maybe we’ll “keep” you after I’m done. We could use a toy to fool around with. When we’re done, we’ll just toss you out like the garbage you are compared to us! Maybe then you’ll think wisely next time when talking about playing for “keeps”.”

She drops the microphone, standing inches away from her opponent’s face with a smirk. She couldn’t wait for the bell to ring so she can prove to the rookie how truly weak she is compared to a Vixen.

As soon as Vanessa mentioned her wife, Satsuki's eyes roved over the arena in search of someone who might have been said wife. Of course, she didn't find anyone who was obviously married to her opponent; she could hardly make out any details at all among the audience. Nobody held any signs marked with "THAT'S MY WIFE!" or anything like that, and for a contest like this, surely Vanessa's spouse wouldn't be the only one watching with rapt attention. If she could spare a moment, Satsuki would have to keep an eye out during their match and try to find this wife of hers. After all,

More pressingly, though, Vanessa was clearly motivated by the fact that her wife was watching their match. That was good; it meant that she'd try her damnedest to win. And that was what Satsuki was really after. A contest wasn't much fun unless there were real stakes involved. Satsuki guessed that both Vanessa and her wife would be absolutely devastated if Satsuki were to come out on top. Adding that little wrinkle to what they'd already wagered only compounded the risk... and the thrill.

But to get to that point, Satsuki would first have to actually beat her motivated opponent. Smiling slightly at the task ahead, she simply shrugged and took a few steps back. "Guess we'll see," is all she had to say, blowing off her opponent's looming threat with nonchalance. She just stood there, smiling casually with a lean until the bell rang.

Once it did, though, Satsuki's casual lean would immediately straighten itself into a more rigid fighting stance, and her eyes picked up those first few embers once again. Almost immediately, she rushed forward, her right foot coming up high for a capoeira-style kick! With whatever momentum she had left, she would then keep spinning for a left backheel and, finally, plant her left on the ground for a high right snap kick! Truthfully, Satsuki really didn't care whether the rapid-fire set of kicks actually connected; she just wanted to use these first few moments to give Vanessa an idea of how she liked to fight. Of course, whether or not Satsuki would actually stick to the strategy she was showing was another question entirely.

Vanessa saw so many kicks go in front of her, but is barley able to get away from them as she retreats seated in the corner out of shock. The crowd cheers on her opponent as she tries to recomopse herself. Van’s eyes stay locked with Satsuki’s, getting up and circling the ring with her. If she could slip past Satsuki as they get close for a lock-up, she’d try to Schoolboy pin her and get this match over with.

Satsuki's kicks swung just short, missing their mark but gradually chasing Vanessa towards her corner of the ring. Despite her near misses, the Queen of Clubs just smiled without a word. As she locked eyes with Vanessa and circled the ring, Satsuki wondered what her opponent was thinking. Was she impressed by her flurry of kicks? Fearful of the display of speed and skill? Confident that she could break through?

After a few steps around the ring, however, Satsuki got her answer. Vanessa launched forward, clattering into Satsuki with clear intent to bring her down... until the blonde stepped around her instead of locking up. Thinking quickly, Satsuki flicked her heel up, like a soccer player trying to perform a backheel. She hoped that this last kick would connect with the crouching Vanessa's head with enough force to stagger her. There were so many ways that the move could go wrong -- if it missed, Vanessa would have an even easier time unbalancing her -- but wasn't the risk exactly what made a game like this so sweet?

Vixen takes a nasty kick up her jaw, causing her to retreat back after the impact. Her head spins a bit as she recovers herself with her back against the ropes.

Satsuki strutted menacingly towards the corner, watching her opponent try to collect her bearings after the brutal counterattack. She pulled on the back of her taller opponent's hair, exposing Vanessa's neck for a quick series of kisses. "Was this part of your wife's fantasy?" she whispered tauntingly before attempting to throw one more quick knee into Vanessa's gut, hoping to double Vixen over in the corner and set her up for another savage move! Again, this knee could be easily caught, or it might not impact with the desired effect. There were a number of ways that this could go wrong, but Satsuki was confident in her control of the match in this early phase.

Vanessa feels quick pecks of kisses on her neck, disgusted that she has been violated so easily. The crowd was pleased with the humiliating display, but she felt extreme contempt. Distracted by her kissing assault, she takes a nasty knee to her gut that knocks air out of her mouth. The blonde reels over to the corner with her back against the turnbuckles, pissed she got her guard thrown off and is unable to prepare for what Satsuki has in store next.

Satsuki grinned, noticing that her taunting question went unanswered. That meant that Vanessa was either too angry or too beat-up to dignify it with a response. Both meant that Satsuki had the advantage in their battle. "No? Well, what about this?" With that remark, she shoved Vanessa's head downwards, hoping to get the blonde as close to sitting as possible and backed up. Once she got far enough away, Satsuki would run towards her fallen opponent, bringing up two knees to strike Vanessa with a signature move of hers -- Pocket Rockets!

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Her gut is still hurt as she was seated in the corner by Satsuki. As she covers it up, Vanessa didn’t have it in her yet dodge the knees that impact her face.

Her head snaps back against the lower turnbuckle, barely conscious from the hit as she covers her features with her hands. She just lays there dazed and in pain.