Chiaki Nanami thought that she was probably in for an interesting night. Her opponent was Shiori Takeda, a complete rookie. Not only was this her LAW debut, this wasn't even just her professional debut, this was her first organized wrestling match in her life. She hadn't even wrestled as an amateur in high school before as far as Chiaki was aware.
The only reason Chiaki knew about her at all was from some late night browsing of LAW Twitter. A chain with Shiori asking to intern for some manager got a lot of likes and ended up in her feed. From there Chiaki found out that because LAW didn't actually allow unpaid interns, they agreed for Shiori to be paid in match bookings, and now here she was making her debut against Chiaki.
Chiaki found that arrangement a bit weird until she dug a bit deeper and found out that this girl was a wrestling superfan. Obviously Chiaki hadn't met the girl, but she'd bet that Shiori would salivate at the thought of getting torn apart by say, Rose Gold. At least until it was happening. She even found some fanfiction based off of her match with Rise Kujikawa. Theme Music
The playing of her theme song and the cue of a stage hand pulled her out of her thoughts and out onto the ramp that led down to the ring. It was her standard slow walk with a smile and wave that gave the crowd plenty of time to ogle her body. But Chiaki didn't mind, she was a gaming streamer outside of the ring after all. She knew what people thought of her. She was just happy that she was making others happy.
"INTRODUCING FROM KYOTO, STANDING AT 5'2" AND 101 POUNDS, THE GAMER GIRL: CHIAKI NANAMI!"Ring Attire
Chiaki was meant with roaring applause. She had become quite popular at LAW, as a wrestler who managed to outperform even her own expectations. Become someone who was cheered as much for her successes as much as her more jobber-esque moments. Normally this is when Chiaki would be going over her strategy, but with a complete beginner as her opponent, all she really had was to let Shiori make the mistakes. Speaking of Shiori, her music was coming on now. "I wonder what she's like in person," Chiaki said to herself.
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Shiori Takeda was backstage, preparing for her LAW debut. Which, really, was just an utterly absurd sentence that made no sense whatsoever. But it was true. She was there. And in just a few minutes, she'd be there, in the same ring where dozens of the women she'd spent her entire life idolizing had fought, won, and lost. She'd watched hours upon hours of matches that took place in that ring, and soon, she was going to step into it herself. Her! Shiori Takeda! A fanfiction writer!
"Are you sure you don't want me to tell you about your opponent tonight?" Her manager and boss, Dr. Christina Morgenstern, was seated in front of her, waving around a folder that contained the obligatory scouting report for tonight's match.
"No! I want it to be a total surprise, remember?" Shiori beamed excitedly at the woman who'd made this all possible. It was true -- she'd even gone so far as to sit somewhere in the locker room where she was unable to hear the stadium's PA system. Whoever she was about to wrestle -- and just using that verb brought another chill to her spine -- she didn't want to know until the moment she laid eyes on her.
Dr. Morgenstern shrugged. "Well at the very least, I want to assure you that she's not the type to needlessly brutalize you or anything like that. You're likely to keep all your clothes on, and the girl seems pretty friendly, too, based on what I've heard. It sounds like you'll have a lot of fun."
"You're on, Fangirl." A member of the backstage crew peeked around the corner and got Shiori's attention."
"Ugh," Shiori scoffed. "I'm seriously stuck with that name? Can't I at least be, I dunno, the Superfan or something?"
Christina's characteristically smug grin sprang up on her face. "Not until you start winning some matches."
"I hate you. But also, I love you. You're amazing, Dr. Morgenstern!" She hugged the former psychologist one more time before skipping off towards the entrance ramp.
"Aaand her opponent, a 5'2', 115 pound debutant, a Tokyo local herself, please welcome to the LAW arena... the Fangirl, SHIORIIIIII TAKEDAAAAA!" Shiori Takeda, the Fangirl
Shiori's Entrance Music - Progressive -Zan Shin- by Tomohiro Nakatsuchi
She skipped out onto the entrance ramp, grinning widely. Clad in her old high school uniform -- she hadn't gotten an actual wrestling costume yet, and she didn't want to show off too much skin just yet -- she shut out all the cheers and the jeers and the catcalls. Instead, Shiori focused on the ring, peering past the ropes to see none other than... the Gamer Girl herself, Chiaki Nanami! As in, the Chiaki Nanami. A relatively new wrestler to LAW who'd been in the ring for a bit less than a year, but Shiori knew her more as a streamer.
So yeah, she knew a fair bit about her opponent for the night. But that knowledge only made her more nervous. She liked Chiaki. She respected her. And now she was supposed to hit her? Or maybe talk to her? Or hug her or ask for an autograph or-
THUNK!
... Or run right into the ring.
Not like how some wrestlers would skip down the entrance ramp and jump or slide into the ring, no. She literally jogged right into the canvas itself, the impact kicking her right out of her distracted mind and bumping her to the floor! A resounding set of "Ooooh"s rang out through the arena, followed by a whole lot of laughs.
"Uwaaah..." she groaned, more out of embarrassment than pain. Red-faced, Shiori sheepishly walked over to the ring's stairs and entered the squared circle. Still, her excitement at stepping into the ring for the first time was undeterrable.
"Oh. My. DAN!" she exclaimed, invoking the name of LAW's General Manager. "Y-Y-Y...You're Chiaki Nanami! Can I have an autograph? I mean -- after we fight? Like, we are going to fight, right? This isn't a dream, I'm actually about to wrestle you?"
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Chiaki watched Shiori skip out towards the ring looking happier than someone who got a PS5 at launch. But Chiaki guessed that made sense for someone who was such a huge fan to react like that when they got the chance to actually do the thing they loved to watch. But what Chiaki soon became concerned with was Shiori's seeming lack of spatial awareness, "Does she see the ri-"
THUNK!
"I guess not," Chiaki said as she watched Shiori run smack into the ring, then get up and enter the ring. Already back to her hyper excitement like nothing had happened. Then, somewhat predictably, Shiori began to earn her nickname of 'Fangirl,' talking a mile a minute and asking for an autograph before she said a thing about the match.
Chiaki grinned. This was definitely going to be an interesting night. "Sure thing Shiori, I'd be glad to give an autograph after we do, in fact, wrestle each other," Chiaki said. "Also, if you wouldn't mind some advice, you should try to calm down I think. It's a lot harder to fight someone if you're freaking out over them. And a trade secret; crowds don't care if you're good or bad as long as you can put on a fun show. I'm pretty good proof of that I think. All it really takes is a cute face, good body, and a willingness to show it off in the ring. And I think you have all three of those." Chiaki's compliment was meant to ease Shiori's nerves for the fight, but only once the words left her mouth did Chiaki realize the effect they might actually have on a girl like Shiori.
"Mhm! Mhm!" Shiori nodded rapidly, eagerly soaking in every last bit of advice that Chiaki gave her. She was ticking off all of the Gamer Girl's tips on her fingers, making sure she didn't miss anything. "Got it! Calm down, put on a good show, cute face... good body..." She trailed off, her train of thought fully derailed by a sinister verbal bomb that her opponent had placed on its tracks. "And a willingness to show... it... off?"
"AHHH!" Shiori shrieked, gripping at her clothes and starting to cover up, even though literally none of it was at immediate risk of being torn off. "Oooh, Dr. Morgenstern told me this wouldn't happen! You won't strip me -- I won't let you!" Turning to the ringside crew with an incensed, embarrassed look on her face, the debutante shouted, "Ring the bell -- or, wait, no, don't! Urgh!" She brought both her hands up to slap twice at her own cheeks, focusing herself for the match ahead. "Okay, Shiori. Focus!" Then, she widened her stance, pulling one closed fist back and moving a loosely opened palm forward like a fighting game character.
"Let's do this, Chiaki!"
Then... she just stood there. The arena slowly fell so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Apparently, despite her countless hours in front of the TV watching LAW events, her sense of dramatic timing was woefully underwhelming. So, Shiori Takeda stood there, her martial stance starting to waver a bit as her eyes flittered back and forth nervously. Waiting for the bell to ring. Or for Chiaki to say something. Or for the Titantron to come crashing down right on top of her. Something. Anything.
When Chiaki saw Shiori react to her words by covering her body up, she was taken for a bit of a surprise. She had considered that the fangirl could misinterpret her words, but Chiaki did not expect her to take them like that. Though admittedly Chiaki did understand how Shiori would think that once she went back over what she had actually said.
"No, no, no, not show off like that. I'm not going to strip you. I wouldn't even take a match where I could get stripped by my opponent. I get hentai wrestling and other matches like that, but it's really not my thing." Chiaki said, trying to diffuse the situation. " But I think I misspoke. What I meant was not being afraid or embarrassed of how you look in the ring. Some girls, especially when they lose and get bent or twisted into embarrassing spots, will get self conscious about how they look and get afraid of fighting in the future," she explained. "You strike me as a woman who just wants to be in the ring, and doesn't care about stuff like that."
Hoping she had cleared the tension and seeing that Shiori was ready to fight, Chiaki asked for the bell as well. The match was on. Chiaki would give Shiori time to respond to what she had said if she wanted to, but once the wrestling got underway, Chiaki would start the match with her fighting game inspired Tick Throw maneuver. She would throw out a quick jab at Shiori's body that would either be blocked or make somewhat weak contact. Once that happened, Chiaki would quickly shift from a punch to a grab, looking to get ahold of Shiori's arm so Chiaki could pull the newbie forward and trip her to the ground.
"O-Oh... so that's what you meant." Shiori blushed as she realized just how badly she'd misinterpreted Chiaki's words. As the Gamer Girl explained, she felt herself nodding again, this time more thoughtfully. Of course, she knew that Chiaki didn't really get involved with that kind of wrestling... no matter what her fanfics might have to say about that. (Oh gosh. Did she see those? Should I have deleted them? A deeper blush.) She'd gotten ahead of herself, and Chiaki's words helped to calm her down a bit.
"Yeah! I'm just..." she exhaled and allowed herself a dreamy, exuberant smile. "I'm really excited to be here." Granted, Chiaki's read on her wasn't exactly right. After all, she was one rung on the ladder removed from a NEET, and here she was anyway, fighting in the same ring as some of the greatest wrestlers of all time! Of course she was going to get self-conscious. Maybe not about losing (although being put in a humiliating spot seemed like a bad way to meet her idols), but just about the situation as a whole. But beyond all of that... this was still really frickin' awesome.
Shiori rolled her shoulders, letting herself limber up as the bell rang. "Thanks, though. Now let's do what we came here to do!" Giving Chiaki a nod of appreciation, she sidled up to her opponent -- her first opponent! But just as quickly, she flinched back with a yelp, batting Chiaki's punch away as best she could It was only when Chiaki tugged at her arm that Shiori realized what was about to happen.
"Yaagh!" The Tick Throw! A fast opening move that had become a mainstay in Chiaki's young career -- faster, unfortunately, than even the Fangirl's encyclopedic knowledge of moves. It wasn't long until Shiori was swept off her feet, earning a faceful of canvas for her efforts.
Chiaki was glad that she was able to clear up the misunderstanding that she had with Shiori. Even if they were going to fight, she wanted to help the rookie. And making her freak out over the possibility of getting stripped in the ring was not a good way of doing that. But thankfully, Shiori had gone back to her cheery, excited self as match finally opened.
Chiaki's Tick Throw was too quick for Shiori to keep up with, and soon the rookie was face down on the floor. Though still in good enough spirits to crack a joke. "Ha," Chiaki chuckled, finding it funny. Now Chiaki had to choose what would be the first submission hold Shiori would get locked into in her career.
"Heh," Chiaki chuckled again, though this time it was at something she'd thought up herself. This was a good chance to perform a hold and solve a bit of a mystery behind it. Chiaki would start with an ankle lock. Picking up Shiori's leg by the foot and twisting it around. Then Chiaki would take that foot and lodge it deep into her cleavage, and hold it there with one hand to keep Shiori's ankle trapped and twisted. A variation of the ankle lock available only to women of sizable busts that left one hand free where a regular ankle lock did not.
Chiaki would use that free hand to aid in the second part of her hold. She would walk Shiori's leg forward a bit before bending her body over and planting her free hand on the ground near Shiori's head to maintain her balance. Shiori's leg came down with Chiaki's body of course, and was bent into something resembling a single legged Boston Crab. It was from this position that Chiaki would pose a question to Shiori. "Hey hey. Do you know what this move is called?" I found it not too long ago, but I couldn't find a name for it. Just that it was a cross between an ankle lock and a Boston Crab. You seem to be really knowledgeable about this, so I thought you might know."
Shiori's groans were muffled by the canvas as she laid on the ground, basically face-down-ass-up. She wasn't in any pain or anything -- she'd only been tripped, really, and the ring floor was pretty springy -- but she was still a little disappointed in herself. After all, Chiaki was known as a bit of a jobber in the industry. Not hopeless in every match, but definitely not an elite competitor in LAW. Shiori was still confident that she'd be able to acquit herself well, even with her disappointing start.
For now, though, she was more or less at Chiaki's mercy. "Oh, ffffffrick!" she cursed, as she felt her opponent grab, raise, and twist her ankle! Then, the Gamer Girl brought her upper body weight to bear on that twisted ankle of hers. The front of Shiori's thigh tightened as Chiaki fell forward. The pain wasn't too bad just yet, but it was still a pretty uncomfortable position to be in.
"Uhhhhh..." Faced with nothing else she thought she could do, Shiori wracked her brain to answer Chiaki's question. "I-It's called the 'Stapler Hold,' and it was first used by The Accountant in the late 90s, and ooooh, I did not expect it to hurt this much." Come to think of it, didn't The Accountant use both hands for that move? Shiori glanced to her right, and just as she thought, Chiaki's hand was right there on the mat. So how was she...? Shiori wiggled her lower leg, finding out just what Chiaki was using to keep her ankle in place.
That realization kicked Shiori's nerd brain into overdrive -- even powering it past the mortified blush that had risen on her face! "Okay, Takeda. You know how to get out of this. You watched The Accountant get absolutely bodied time after time!" It was just a matter of executing. Shiori slid her free leg forward, bending it to plant her foot on the ground by her waist. Then, she brought the arm on the same side and pressed that palm against the mat. With a grunt of exertion, Shiori would quickly puuush off the canvas, hoping to bridge out and buck Chiaki off of her!
Chiaki chuckled a little bit as she heard Shiori's reaction to her first submission hold. The fact that it wasn't a scream or groan, but "oh frick." Not even fuck, but frick, was rather amusing to Chiaki. Once she had locked her hold in on Shiori, and asked her about, she actually did get an answer. It was a hold from the 90's called the Stapler Hold.
"Stapler Hold, huh? Hmm, I think I'll call my version the Genesis Hold. It fits my gamer theme a bit better I think. Don't you?" Chiaki asked. But to her credit, Shiori had gone to focusing on escape. Her strategy was to use her arm and free leg to push up hard from one side to try and force Chiaki off.
Shiori's buck lifted Chiaki up and made her stumble a bit, but she kept her hold on Shiori's leg so she was able to keep her from getting away. But even so, Chiaki knew that she would not be able to maintain or reestablish her newly dubbed Genesis Hold. So Chiaki would release the ankle lock so she could turn around and step over Shiori's back. Then Chiaki would drop her butt down onto Shiori's back, forcing her back down to the mat and locking her into a single legged Boston Crab.
"So Shiori, how are you enjoying pro wrestling?" Chiaki teased as she tugged a little more on Shiori's leg. Chiaki knew that Shiori knew how to get to the ropes from this, but Chiaki wasn't too worried. She knew she couldn't keep someone with as much knowledge as Shiori trapped forever, and Chiaki figured a rope break was better than a possible reversal.
Shiori was never the strongest girl in gym class. Even in her brief training stints with Team Stanza, she was easily overpowered by all of her teammates other than Brooke. So she wasn't too surprised when her bridge didn't work the way she wanted it to. Luckily, Chiaki's Staple -- or, rather, Genesis Hold had limbered up her thigh, so the Boston Crab didn't hurt as much as she thought it would... But it still hurt.
"I-It's fun! But it would be a lot more fun if you... got off of me!" With that, she launched into another desperate thrash, this one far less controlled than her bridge attempt. There was only one way out of this, and Shiori knew it. She needed to get to the ropes. "Hrrgh..." Shiori grunted as she started to drag herself forward, using her free leg to push off of the mat. Eventually, the Fangirl reached the ropes, just barely brushing against them with her fingers.
Assuming Chiaki would release the hold, Shiori would quickly stand and strafe around her to get some distance. Once she was a safe distance away, she shook out her hamstring, trying to limber up while soothing the pain that still lingered there. "Also, why not call it the Saturn or Dreamcast Hold? Y'know, because of the..." She put her hands together at the wrists and clapped, mimicking the opening and closing of a disc drive. Shrugging, she put her hands up, offering something that she knew Chiaki didn't turn to often in her matches, especially not in the opening moments -- a test of strength! "Alright then, Round 2. Ready?"
