L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Pretty Boy

In the backstage labyrinth of the arena, "Pretty Boy" Blake prowled with a predatory swagger, his gaze sweeping the area in search of his next conquest. The announcement of the intergender tournament had ignited a devious glint in his eyes – an opportunity not just to assert his dominance, but to indulge in a bit of psychological warfare.

As he moved through the bustling corridors, the buzz of anticipation followed in his wake. Blake relished in the fear he instilled in others, his reputation as a cunning and ruthless heel preceding him.

With a smirk curling his lips, Blake spotted his opponent across the room and confidently strode towards her. She appeared to be a formidable adversary, someone he could defeat and make a statement, yet there was an undeniable allure about her that compelled Blake to playfully flirt with her.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" Blake's voice oozed with charm as he sauntered up to her, his gaze lingering appreciatively. "A vision of beauty amidst the chaos of this backstage madness."

The young woman looked to see the man approaching her, eyeing him up and down as he drew near. She gave him a seductive smirk as she leaned against the wall.

"You're not too bad yourself, big guy."

The young woman's seductive smirk didn't go unnoticed by "Pretty Boy" Blake as he closed the distance between them. His confidence only grew as she leaned against the wall, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Blake chuckled, his own smirk matching hers as he returned her gaze. "But let's be real here, sweetheart. I'm not just 'not too bad,' I'm downright irresistible."

The model-turned-wrestler raised her brown in amusement. "Oh? You think so? Well, I think that should be up for ME to decide."

Though to tell the truth, he WAS an irresistible young man.

The model-turned-wrestler's playful challenge only fueled "Pretty Boy" Blake's confidence. His smirk widened as he met her gaze, his eyes alight with amusement.

"Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a feisty one," Blake chuckled, his tone dripping with amusement. "But trust me, sweetheart, by the end of our match, you'll be singing a different tune."

She gave him a smirk and moved away from the wall, pressing her chest against him. "Well, we shall see. For your sake, let's hope you impress. But what if you do impress me? What then?"

She wanted to see how determined he was to prove her right.

Blake's smirk widened as the model-turned-wrestler pressed her chest against him, her proximity sending a jolt of excitement through him. He met her gaze with a cocky grin, reveling in the challenge she presented.

"Well, darling, if I impress you," Blake's voice was low and husky, his breath mingling with hers, "then perhaps we'll have to find some way to... celebrate, wouldn't you agree?"

"We shall see about that, my dear." Kimberly replied with an amused smirk. "Anyways, it's almost time for us to face off in the ring."

Blake's smirk remained firmly in place as he watched Kimberly with a twinkle in his eye, savoring the anticipation of their impending showdown. "Oh, I can hardly wait," he replied, his voice dripping with charm. "But don't worry, sweetheart, I promise to make it a night you won't forget."

With a final wink and a flourish, Blake turned to make his exit, his mind buzzing with anticipation. Blake was determined to showcase his dominance and it was an opportunity to showcase the legitimacy of the male division, to prove that they belonged in the spotlight alongside their female counterparts.

Kimberly watched him go. She was looking forward to this match, and to see what he had in store for her.

So she went to put the finishing touches on herself to make sure she was ready. Once she gave herself one last look-over, she was ready.