L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

For Christina Perez, this wasn’t just another match. It wasn’t just another tournament. This was her proving ground.

She had fought hard, trained harder, and pushed her body beyond limits most wouldn’t dare to reach. She wasn’t the type to settle for mediocrity—she wanted to dominate, to stand at the top, to prove that her years of sweat, sacrifice, and relentless training weren’t in vain.

The Double or Nothing Tournament was exactly the kind of battleground she thrived in. A grueling, double-elimination format that tested everything—strength, endurance, skill, and heart.

For weeks leading up to this, Christina lived and breathed preparation. Training with her boyfriend, Alexios, she honed her technique, refined her Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu submissions, sharpened her striking game, and pushed her cardio to the max. Every morning was conditioning, every night was film study, breaking down opponents' styles and making sure she was in peak condition.

Now, the time for training was over.

Now, it was time to fight.

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The lights in the arena dimmed for a moment, leaving the crowd buzzing in anticipation. Then—

BOOM!

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The speakers exploded with the powerful instrumental beats of "Panalo" by Ez Mil, sending a shockwave of energy through the crowd. Red, white, and blue strobe lights flashed, mimicking the Philippine flag, as the music’s heavy trap beat kicked in hard.

And then she arrived.

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Christina Perez burst through the curtain, standing tall and proud at the top of the stage, her body gleaming under the arena lights. Draped in her signature entrance jacket, a sleek, red-white-and-blue design featuring the Philippine flag, a pair of mirrored blue aviator shades rested on her face, concealing the intensity in her eyes as she surveyed the arena.

She didn’t rush. She strutted.

Slow, deliberate steps. Shoulders squared. Chin up. Swagger oozing from every movement. She rolled her wrists, flexed her fingers, and tilted her head back slightly—soaking in the energy before smirking.

Christina started moving, her hips swaying slightly to the beat as she made her way down the ramp.

She didn’t need to slap hands with the fans—they were already behind her. She heard them chanting her name, their excitement feeding into her energy. She tilted her shades down just enough to flash a knowing smirk at the camera, before pushing them back up and continuing forward.

At ringside, Christina hopped up onto the apron in one smooth motion, gripping the top rope. She paused, staring out at the crowd, running her tongue along her teeth before finally stepping inside the ring.

But she wasn’t done yet.

Instead of going straight to her corner, Christina took her time, circling the ring with a relaxed yet purposeful stride, making sure everyone in the crowd got a good look at the woman who was about to take over this tournament.

Finally, she stopped near the ropes, where she hooked her thumbs onto the collar of her jacket and ripped it off, tossing it over the top rope. Underneath, her sculpted arms and toned abs were on full display, her gear hugging her frame perfectly.

She then popped off her aviators, spinning them between her fingers before tossing them outside as well.

Now, with nothing between her and the fight ahead, Christina stepped to the center of the ring.

Her smirk widened, and she rolled her shoulders as she looked toward the stage, waiting for her opponent.

"Alright then... let’s see what you got."

She bounced on her heels lightly, eager, confident, and more than ready.

Her tournament arc had begun.

This event was important to Kuromaru for several reasons. She had just had an argument with her mistress, Kaguya, and decided on her own to participate in this kind of tournament to show that she wasn't just a punching bag for others; she had a name and a modicum of ego! She was no longer Kaguya's giant maid now, but simply the giant maid. Obviously, the spectators weren't going to remember her name so easily, especially after participating in the first match of this tournament, which she won almost by chance.

The giant maid warmed up in the locker room alone. It was rather sad to stay locked in a silent place for so long... But that was how it was; she had to go through this if she wanted to make a name for herself at LAW and prove to her former mistress that she wasn't as incompetent as everyone said. Then a voice called her name; it was her time to enter the stage, and the Japanese giant didn't wait, waiting a few seconds behind the ramp before finally appearing when her theme began.

Theme

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Kuromaru

Kuromaru was nervous, once again. She didn't know who or where to look. The audience, who was only there to see her lose? Her opponent, who was a rather well-known name in LAW? The cameras?... The Japanese woman couldn't decide and simply looked down, too shy and overwhelmed by the situation to appear confident.

She arrived in the ring in about forty seconds, climbing it with some difficulty due to her weight and height. She was so dizzy that she almost fell while trying to pass between the ropes! Luckily, she had grabbed them... She stood up on the canvas and cleared her throat as if nothing had happened before finally looking at her opponent... Or rather, her feet! The maid slowly raised her eyes, looking her opponent up and down before meeting her gaze.

"Ohhh... I'm so clumsy..!"

The giant maid smacked her cheeks and walked with what little confidence she had toward the center of the ring, wanting to meet her opponent and greet her properly by bowing forward.

"I... I'm Kuromaru Manpaku... I-it's a pleasure to face you, Lady Perez!..."

Christina stood tall in her corner, arms crossed, watching intently as her opponent finally made her entrance.

She had heard the name before—Kuromaru Manpaku, Kaguya's enforcer, the infamous “giant maid.” But the woman who stepped onto the stage didn’t exude the same fearsome aura that rumors built up. Instead, Christina saw someone who looked... unsure. Hesitant. Nervous.

Interesting...

She stayed still, watching carefully as Kuromaru fumbled her way up the steps and nearly tripped through the ropes. A few people in the crowd chuckled, but Christina didn’t. No smirk, no snide remark. Just observant silence, her gaze sharp beneath the intensity of the overhead lights.

When Kuromaru finally looked up and introduced herself with a nervous bow, Christina raised an eyebrow and slowly stepped forward. The moment was almost awkward... until she grinned.

“Lady Perez?”

she said, voice tinged with a bit of amused disbelief. She stopped just a few feet from Kuromaru and tilted her head.

“You don’t have to call me that. Just Christina will do.”

Her expression softened—just a little.

“You nervous? Don’t be. Nerves’ll get you hurt in here,”

she said calmly, cracking her neck as she stared up at the taller woman.

Christina then stepped back, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, loosening her shoulders and flexing her fingers. Her gaze sharpened again, laser-focused now that pleasantries were out of the way.

She’s big. Real big. Been a while since I’ve gone up against someone this massive...

But Christina didn’t back down. As the bell rang, she didn’t waste a second. She stepped forward with open hands, posture strong and centered.

“Alright, big girl,”

she muttered with a grin, raising her arms.

“Let’s see what you’re made of.”

Christina extended her arms, inviting a classic test of strength.

She knew this could be risky. Kuromaru had the size advantage—clearly—but Christina wasn’t afraid to push herself. This was about proving that power wasn’t just in muscle… it was in technique, control, and sheer will.

Her eyes locked on Kuromaru’s.

“Come on,”

she said with a slight nod.

“Show me that ego.”

Even though Kuromaru was tall and heavy, she had lived her entire life as a maid without the right to make her own choices. She was a victim of her insolent mistress's dominance, and because of this, even women smaller than her seemed more impressive due to the giantess's lack of confidence.

"Ahh... right... Sorry...!"

Christina seemed rather warm and encouraging, which was a welcome change from the insults and humiliations she received from her mistress or some of the opponents she had fought. This motivated her to give it her all, and her eyes widened when the bell rang.

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The match had just begun; her opponent was in front of her with both hands raised, inviting the maid to join her in a test of strength. The last one she'd had hadn't left her with a good memory; she'd taken a lot of low blows and was completely dominated...

...But maybe tonight would be different? Kuromaru advanced on Christina, interlocking her fingers with hers before pushing her with all her might, using only the strength of her arms... Which wasn't very impressive; Kuromaru was physically weak!

"Mmmnnnghhhhh !..."

As soon as their fingers locked, Christina’s muscles tensed. She braced herself for an overwhelming shove from the towering woman in front of her… but it never came.

Instead, she felt resistance, yes—but not the kind that threatened to bulldoze her.

Kuromaru strained, groaning and giving everything she had, but Christina could feel the tremble in her grip, the lack of conviction behind the effort. It wasn’t power that held her back—it was something else.

Christina’s eyes narrowed slightly. She’s holding back… or maybe she just doesn’t know how strong she really is.

But a match was a match.

With a sudden pivot of her stance and a sharp twist of her hips, Christina broke the maid’s balance and stepped in low, using Kuromaru’s forward momentum against her. With her grip still locked in, Christina turned her body and dropped one leg back, sweeping her opponent’s base from beneath her with practiced precision!

The crowd gasped as the towering maid hit the mat with a loud, ungraceful thud!

Christina didn’t immediately follow up with an attack. Instead, she took a step back, adjusting her footing and letting her hands rest at her sides, watching Kuromaru on the mat.

“You’re bigger than me,”

she said plainly, her voice calm but direct.

“You shouldn’t be going down that easy.”

She wasn’t taunting. There was no mockery in her tone—only challenge.

“Come on,”

Christina added, cracking her neck with a roll of her shoulder.

“I know you’ve got more in you than that.”

And with that, she motioned with a slight nod of her head.

“Get up.”

Kuromaru was... Helpless. Her eyes closed and her groaning with all her might, she wasn't at all impressive in the eyes of the spectators and her opponent. The maid couldn't make Christina move with brute force, and after a few seconds, feeling as if she were pushing against a wall, the maid opened one eye slightly and noticed her opponent's change of position. She was far too stupid to understand what was happening, or even what was happening to her; her back crashed against the pole in a blink!

"Ooooofff!!.."

The giant maid looked at her opponent, puffing out her cheeks. She knew she was much bigger and heavier than her, but she also knew she was weak! But that was no excuse; she had strength that no one else possessed in this tournament, and she had to use it! She slowly got up, keeping her cute but childish pout, and charged straight toward her opponent, head down!

"Aaaaahhhhh!!"

Kuromaru was going to use all her weight for a Body Splash; after all, the only memorable moments in her wrestling career were when she crushed her opponents under her weight!... And she fully intended to win this match and her future matches that way!

Christina watched Kuromaru with a calm, calculating stare as the giantess stirred on the mat.

She wasn’t impressed, not yet—but she wasn’t dismissive either. There was something there. A spark beneath all that uncertainty.

As Kuromaru slowly got up, puffing her cheeks like a child, Christina raised an eyebrow, her arms lowering into a ready stance.

Okay... she’s getting mad. Good.

And then she saw it—Kuromaru lowered her head and came charging forward with surprising speed for someone her size.

Christina didn’t flinch. In fact, a confident smirk tugged at her lips.

“There you go,”

she muttered under her breath.

“That’s more like it.”

She planted her feet, preparing to sidestep and use Kuromaru’s momentum against her again. It was a simple enough plan—catch, redirect, control.

But then the full force of the maid’s weight slammed into her.

“Ghh—!!”

The crowd gasped as Christina’s body was flattened beneath Kuromaru’s Body Splash, the ring booming beneath them as the impact echoed through the arena!

Christina’s eyes went wide for a second as the air rushed out of her lungs. Her legs twitched slightly beneath Kuromaru’s mass as her body was pinned to the canvas.

She hadn’t expected that. Not like that.

She couldn’t move—but she had to.

“...Damn,”

she gasped through gritted teeth.

She heard the ref drop down to count—

“One!”

Christina’s arms pushed against Kuromaru’s side, straining beneath the weight. Her legs shifted, hips twisting as she arched her back, desperately trying to create any kind of space.

“Two—!”

With a growl of effort, Christina gave a sharp shove and rolled one shoulder off the mat, just enough to break the pin before the third count could land.

The ref waved it off, holding up two fingers, and the crowd let out a breath of surprise.

Christina lay there for a beat, chest rising and falling as she sucked in air, but her glare sharpened.

Alright…

she thought, jaw clenching as she started to roll to her side.

No more underestimating her. Time to turn it up.

Kuromaru lunged forward at full speed, thrusting her chest out to make sure she'd hit her opponent in the process if she didn't dodge. And luckily for her, Christina didn't! The giant maid's body crashed against her opponent's, and with the next step, she fell forward, crushing Christina under her weight. The fall was painful, but the brunette's body helped her cushion the blow.

It felt a lot like her first match in this tournament, still as clumsy, but this time, a little more controlled than at the beginning! The referee quickly intervened to begin her pinfall. Kuromaru only needed to stay still for a few seconds to win this match, but at the last second, she was slightly pushed back.

"Oh?..."

Christina escaped the Body Press by rolling to the side, leaving Kuromaru to fall flat on her face as she walked away. The maid was rather impressed, since her debut at LAW only heavyweights had managed to lift her... She had to be wary of her opponent's strength but first, she had to get up and a wrestler as big as her was slow, even in this kind of situation.

The moment Kuromaru hit the mat with a dull thud, Christina was already moving. Quick. Fluid. Precise.

She got up to her feet, brushing the hair from her face as her eyes locked onto her struggling opponent. Kuromaru was trying to rise—slow, heavy, still disoriented.

Christina wasn’t about to give her the chance.

“Oh no you don’t.”

She rushed in, lifting one boot and stomped down hard on Kuromaru’s back.

THUD!

Then again.

THUD!

And once more—a third sharp stomp just between the shoulder blades to keep the maid grounded.

With Kuromaru groaning beneath her, Christina bent down and grabbed her opponent by the wrist, yanking it upward with force as she dropped her weight and turned, twisting Kuromaru’s thick arm behind her back.

“Let’s see how flexible you are,”

she muttered.

With a smooth, practiced transition, Christina dropped to the mat, dragging Kuromaru with her and locked in the Fujiwara Armbar. Her legs extended, her hips shifted, and her grip on Kuromaru’s wrist was tight as steel.

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The giant maid's arm was wrenched backward at an unnatural angle, and Christina made sure to torque it further by arching her body into it.

“Try to fight this!,”

she hissed, grinding her teeth as she poured pressure into the hold.

The crowd roared, watching the smaller Christina control the massive Kuromaru with pure technique and a whole lot of grit.