L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Jessica had a microphone in her hand. She was pacing back and forth like a leopard in a cage, wondering how the next bit was going to play. Part of her wondered if she was opening up Pandora's box by calling out all of the members of one of the biggest wrestling promotions that the world had ever seen, but part of her welcomed that. Jessica was starting to catch fire here at LAW, and she was going to try to go to even bigger heights right now. She waved at one of the techs, and through threats of violence was guaranteed that the microphone had to work. It had to. This was not going to be her first time to shine, but it might be the biggest.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

The Violent Violet emerged to a torrent of boos. They didn't like her, and Jessica could hardly blame them. The Violent Violet was a heel, and a nasty one at that. But she wasn't here to make friends, quite the opposite really. She was here to make enemies. Jessica slid under the bottom rope, and stood in the center of the ring with her gear on. That might have been the first hint that Jessica was here for business, the fact that she was wearing her black sports bra and gladiator outfit with her black tights.

But it was time to bring that business to life. "Listen, you fucking morons. And listen closely, because I am only going to say this once." Jessica's snarl silenced the crowd.

"When I came here, I was always looking for bigger fish. I thought you people might put together something big enough to make those shitty fucking federations back in Iowa look like garbage. But you didn't. How many wins do I have in a row? Who the fuck amongst you is capable of stopping me?" Jessica was pointing to the crowd, demanding that they produce one among their number who would challenge the Violent Violet. It turned out that they couldn't, which Jessica did not find surprising. That was fine, Jessica had a plan for that.

"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought. So here's what I am going to do. I am going to call out an entire fucking federation, and we are going to see what sorry ass representative has the fucking hubris to come down that ramp to get their ass kicked. Does that sound good to y'all?" Jessica gestured as if she were asking them a question. They responded with the affirmative.

"Good. So if any of you fucking geriatric bitches from the Wrestle Angels are lurking back there, come on down. You only faced weak useless jobbers, each other. Come on down and get a taste of the fucking new world. That is, if you can use your fucking walkers on the ramp." Jessica was hitting her stride now. "I could take on each and every one of you, and all together. So who is going to be the lucky winner who ends their evening in the hospital?" Jessica demanded.

Thunder Ryuko was backstage and watching the TV when she saw Jessica Wright come out and run her mouth. Typical American attitude. They show up and act like they are better than everyone. The thunder empress was about to head out and show her why the wrestling ring belonged to Japanese wrestlers.

As her music began to play Thunder Ryuko came out, shaking her head as she stood with her hands on her hips glaring up the ring at Jessica. She walked calmly and confidently to the ring and smiled a bit as she came close, grabbing a mic before she slid underneath the ropes to begin walking up to Jessica. "Do you ever stop talking? I am this, I am that.... I need to make noise to justify myself." Ryuko said as she tried to imitated Jessica's voice. "The best wrestlers in the world are Japanese, all you foreign women are pretenders and I am more than happy to put you in your place since you seem to want that." Ryuko said before lowering the mic, standing with her arms crossed as she eyed Jessica.

Jessica was prowling around the ring, wondering if anyone could take the bait. That was one of the big downfalls of her personality, if she could be introspective for a second. She did not react very well in a vacuum. There needed to be something that she could rage against, a belt to strive for, an opponent to conquer. When Jessica was standing in the ring in the center of the arena, there were thousands and thousands around her, let alone all the people watching on TV right now. But Jessica felt perfectly alone.

Not that she was showing it. The look on her face was hard. Her purple eyes did not waver from the staging area, as she anticipated the arrival of a Wrestle Angel. Fortune bade that Thunder Ryuko appear at the top of the ramp. Jessica smiled. She could see now how one of the most legendary Wrestle Angels would want to defend the honor of the company.

"I only stop talking if you can shut me up, and we all fucking know that you are too over the hill to do that. Hell, I might not wrestle you because I am afraid of breaking your fucking hip." Jessica was spitting fire. "And you aren't going to put jack shit in anyone's place," Jessica finished thunderously.

Ryuko heard Jessica talk and she smiled, openly laughing instead of getting angry. "I am in my mid 20s so yeah, so old right? You and your gaijin buddies play at wrestling while we live it. You are a joke and all this fake anger is just you realizing that you will never measure up to a real wrestler." Ryuko said as she began to continue her approach towards Jessica. "I mean.... who have you beaten that is any good? Everyone here has seen me wrestle but you? Well, you are small time." Ryuko said as she shook her head.

Jessica felt that she had more than proved who she was at this point. The Violent Violet had worked hard enough to be practically to the belt, in her opinion. So when Thunder Ryuko spoke and told her that all her accomplishments were for naught. Jessica went out here tonight to try and rile everyone else up, and she found herself getting a little heated.

"You know what, fuck you, let's go right now." She yelled into the microphone.

Ryuko on the other hand appeared to be much more calm and collected than Jessica. She smiled and raised her mic up as she began approaching once more. "That is just what I wanted to hear. Now I can wipe the mat with you gaijin and send you packing back home." Ryuko said plainly as she climbed up onto the apron and stepped through the ropes. Jessica wanted a match and Ryuko was determined to give her more than she ever hoped to bargain for! Ryuko was confident in herself against a hot head like this.