L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Chain Match
Victory Stipulation: Both wrestlers will be tethered together by an eight-foot long chain at all times. Pinfall, submission or KO. No disqualifications. No count-outs.

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A title shot. Sheila was finally getting a title shot.

This was a first for her entire career, despite her being far from new to the professional wrestling world. Before she’d come to LAW, she’d been a part of Outback Wrestling, her own wrestling promotion. While she’d competed in it and they did have championships, Sheila had always strayed away from booking herself to get shots at them, feeling it would be kind of crummy to take the top prize when she ran the company.

When she got into LAW, she still wasn’t thinking of putting gold around her waist. Get the money, get the girls, fuck and fight and just live from day to day - that was the plan, and it was a damned good one, she thought. She wasn’t in the running for any belts, and that's okay. Belts came with attachments. Promises. Priorities. She would have to be a company woman, go where they said to go and fight who they said to fight, and that was never her deal. She wasn’t going to be a champion. Fine. She was okay with that. More than okay.

So she thought. So she told herself.

But then, by some twist of fate, she found she’d won enough matches and gained enough attention to put herself into legitimate title contention—a place she never expected to be. While everything she thought on the matter held, she couldn't help but wait and wonder: What if? What if she could get her hands on the top prize, if only for a little while? What if she could stand on top of the mountain? This would probably be her only chance at the gold. Shouldn’t she at least try for it?

Yeah. Fuck yeah. The Wild One had some uncharacteristic pep in her step as she made her way down to the ring, with

playing behind her. She kept her eyes locked on the ring, steely focus every step of the way, never deviating from her goals, her purpose. She was here to dominate, to win, to make some history. This could be the most important night of her career.

After a few quick, deep breaths, Sheila slid into the ring, popped to her feet and promptly made her way to the center of the righ, where cuffs and chains waited. She slipped the manacle around her wrist and locked it tight, making sure it was perfectly secure.

Perfect. Now, all she needed was someone to share it with.

Hazel's body had fortunately been given time to heal since her vicious match in Malta, but not too long, maybe two weeks at most, as another challenger was quite eager to step into the ring with her. She had met the woman at the hotel bar back in the Mediterranean, an Aussie, confident, wild, maybe a bit unhinged. It seemed Sheila had more of a fondness for Hentai but also hardcore, probably more than Hazel did, but it was the name of the belt, generally matches the Lawless belt was put on the line during were often ones life and body were put on the line during, even more so than your usual wrestling match.

The Scotswoman was fine with that, though there was no better way of proving yourself worthy of carrying a belt than showing your body could take the beatings that came with it! Truthfully, anyone who was close to Hazel seemed worried even before Malta, her girlfriend Kai, was the one who showed it the most. She got through it, though, and was planning to keep going like her next match was just a minor obstacle.

Sheila had wanted this match, LAW had given her it, but Hazel, she planned to give the Aussie no satisfaction, only the bitterness of a loss. If Sheila was used to hentai, she should have looked for a different opponent since the Scotswoman would give her no pleasure, only pain!

Hazel waited for her opponent's music to stop. She was back to her usual ring gear, the other still needing some cleaning and repair after her previous match, not that going back to her usual two piece was a bad thing, though showing the extra skin in a hardcore match was likely going to be repaid with some additional pain!

As Sheila's music died out and Hazel's began, the heavyweight stepped out from behind the curtain, the title belt resting on her shoulder. Hazel wasn't too flashy with her entrance, deciding it was best to save as much energy as possible as she walked to the ring and stepped between the ropes to enter, side eyeing her opponent as she walked to her corner, climbed the turnbuckles and raised the title above her head to show it off before hopping down and turning around, carefully handing the belt to the referee before walking towards the center of the ring and her opponent.

Music

The Scotswoman bent down, picking up the other manacle connected to the chain. Hazel looked at it for a moment, then at her opponent before putting it on. The referee came over, making sure it was on tightly and securely before doing the same to Sheila's. Hazel looked from one side to the other at the crowd and her opponent as the two were now chained together until someone was pinned, tapped out, or got knocked out! "Just remember, you're the one who wanted this!" Hazel said, recalling her own words that she told the Aussie back in Malta!

And there she was. Ooof.

Sheila’s wolfish grin stretched across her face as the champ made her appearance, looking every bit like the wrecking ball she was meant to be. She’d seen this woman before, on the screen and once in person, but neither of those times did just to what she saw now, this hulking brute of a bitch making her way down to the ring. She looked like she could rip Sheila in half with ease. Looked like she could crush her in so many ways. This was a guaranteed hospital visit, win or lose.

She could not be more excited. It had been a while since she threw down with a bigger lady, not since Yuna. Most often she took on women around her own size, so mixing it up with a tank on legs would be a fun change of pace, before you even threw the belt in the mix.

To make matters better, Hazel still seemed to have a little chip on her shoulder. Good. Easy to rile up, this one. ”You’re bloody fucking right I wanted it!” She smacked her chest. “I’m Sheila Goddamn Morgan. I want all the smoke.”

The referee hadn't called for the bell, but fuck it, Sheila couldn't wait another three seconds. She gripped the chain hard, used it to yank herself forward, leaped up and attempted to smack Hazel clean in the face with a flying knee.

Perhaps this match was purely business for Hazel, but seeing that grin on her opponent's lips like she was some sort of long lost friend she was excited to see again, the Scotswoman was going to enjoy wiping the woman's smirk off of her face. Hazel was larger, more muscular, and in peak physical condition, her opponent was also in good shape, sexy, and unpredictable.

Hazel was used to fighting middle and heavyweights, a lightweight couldn't be that much different, right? Less weight to lift and slam, at least. Not that Hazel ever had an issue lifting most women. Hazel scoffed as Sheila replied to her, the woman's confidence never dwindling as she "wanted all the smoke," something that seemed a bit dumb to Hazel.

"Don't choke" the Scotswoman replied as she straightened up, showing off her abs before she took one last glance to her right. It was only then that Sheila made her move, an underhanded and dirty one, but it was not like there were rules to protect either woman! "Wha-?!" Hazel let out as she was harshly pulled forward and off balance as her opponent came forward and jumped up, her knee slamming into the Champion's cheek, knocking her backwards and landing on the mat with a thud. "Little shit..." Hazel cursed, being slightly dazed from the dirty hit, holding the side of her face as she rolled to her side and pushed up on her arm.

Sheila wasn’t what you’d call a ‘fan favorite’. She would play up to them, sometimes, and slap hand and sign autographs and occasionally flirt with some of the hotter girls who hung around the front row, but once the bell rang - or before - she didn’t care too much about pleasing them. She focused on the fight, and if doing her thing pissed them off, then so be it.

That was the case, here, as ramming her knee into Hazel’s cheek earned her more than a few jeers from the crowd, probably seeing it as a cheap shot. But this was a hardcore match, anything went, and she wasn’t of a mind to hold back because she respected the champ. Hell, if anything, not fighting dirty would be disrespectful - she was going to give this woman everything she had, leave no question who deserved that belt.

Worked like a charm, too, dropping Hazel straightaway, flat on her back. Sheila landed with a harsh laugh, but knew better than to do more than that. She had a great window to work with, needed to use it.

As Hazel pushed herself back up, Sheila promptly jumped on her back and wrapped her legs around the woman’s waist, clinging on like a monkey. She gripped some of the chain with both hands, whipped it over her opponent’s head, and tried to pull it tight against her foe’s neck, turning it into an iron noose to squeeze the air out of her bigger foe.

She couldn't resist a little taunt, too, one she delivered with a whisper in the ear. ”Don’t choke.”

Hazel, on the other hand, could be considered a fan favorite. Honorable, confident, never really one who was sadistic, and generally got a good reaction from fans. That being said, the fans didn't matter much when the match was going on, especially when the match was focused on causing as much pain to an opponent as possible with whatever the women could there hands on!

That being said, Hazel wasn't expecting a cheap shot from a woman who wanted this match, but Sheila was proving as unpredictable as she looked as she managed to put the larger woman on her back right at the start. With the first blow being landed already, the referee simply signaled for the bell, though it didn't matter as the match had basically started without it.

Hazel rolled onto her hands and knees, taking a moment to get back up, too long though, as Sheila quickly moved to strike iron while it was hot by hopping onto her back. Hazel growled as the woman's legs wrapped around her body before gagging as Sheila used the chain to choke her! Surely, to any hardcore fan, this may have been predictable, but so early? Hazel grabbed the steel wrapped around her neck, trying to pull it away from her throat as her opponent choked and taunted her. "Nnnngghh g-ge off!" Hazel managed to choke out as she struggled!

So far, so good.

Okay, even Sheila wasn’t cocky enough to think that things would be this easy throughout. Hazel had earned that belt for a reason. She was tough, strong, worthy of respect. But the match wasn’t even thirty seconds old and she was already perilously close to choking out the LAWLESS champ like a little bitch. That had to earn her a little ego boost, right?

Fair play, though, Hazel was a fighter, as she clawed on the chains and showed her defiance, pulling on the chains. That just encouraged Sheila to exert that much more pressure, gripping the woman with a white-knuckle grip as she laughed. ”I could get you off, but this ain’t that sort of match. Don’t think your girl would approve, either. Then again…”

Just to amp up the pain, Sheila leaned in and gave her foe a harsh bite on the ear, living up to her nickname as she continued to strangle the life out of the champion.

Just thirty seconds into her second match, it seemed Hazel's reign was in jeopardy! An opponent who previously just seemed like another cocky competitor quickly proved herself to be dangerous and wildly unpredictable! The Scotswoman was starting to get dangerously light headed and close to passing out as Sheila only tightened the steel noose around her neck.

Hazel's teeth gritted in pain as her eyes clenched shut as she struggled and fruitlessly tried to pull the chain loose to no avail as her opponent simply laughed and taunted her. Truthfully, Hazel might have had a choke kink that her and Kai could have explored outside of the ring. But Sheila explaining out she would simply have her way with her if this were a hentai match was humiliating. Hazel needed to do something and fast!

Her lungs felt like they were going to explode and her mind was cloudier than an early morning fog. Using what was left of her consciousness Hazel began to move, getting to her knees with Sheila still glued to her back while biting down on her ear! Good because she didn't want the lightweight going anywhere just yet as she struggled to her feet. Hazel then let go of the chain, giving Sheila the chance to choke her unimpeded but only for a moment as Hazel grabbed the Aussie's bare thighs and ran backwards, driving her back into the turnbuckle and sandwiching her between it and her weight not once, but twice as Hazel stepped forward before repeating the process once more to make sure the woman's grip on the chain slipped.

When it did Hazel would step forward and fall to her knees gasping and coughing as she choked on the air flooding her lungs, the fog in her mind dissipating!

…fuck, this might work. It seemed crazy to think, Sheila choking out the champion and winning a match like this in under a single minute, but damned if it wasn’t turning out okay so far. She could feel her foe sagging beneath her, feel the give in her body, the weakening of the lungs. It would be a lame way to win the belt, but she wasn’t about to say no to it.

”That’s right.” Her gleaming grinned shined bright behind Hazel’s head. ”Just a little more, a little more, and-”

Sheila was so wrapped up in the moment that, at first, she didn’t notice how the world was suddenly shifting and the canvas was suddenly getting further away. Hazel wasn’t just lying there and taking it, she was pulling herself up, bit by bit, rising up, defiant ‘til the end. Even so, Sheila held on, knowing there was no way she could make anything out of this.

That was what she thought, right up until the woman proved her wrong by surging back and rammed her against the turnbuckle. The first hit knocked the wind out of her, but she held steady. The second one, however, thoroughly rocked her world, and the third one left her hanging limp on the woman’s back like a sexy Australian cape.

When Hazel fell to the canvas, Sheila fell with her, plopping down beside the bigger woman and laying on her back as she stared up at the ceiling. ”Fuck…I touch a nerve?”

As her mind cleared something different filled it, rage and vengeance. If Sheila thought she could simply come in, land a cheap shot on her and choke her out she was mistaken though for a minute it seemed completely possible and almost likely, but Hazel powered through, managing to free herself through brute force while also managing to take her opponent down to the mat as she collapsed.

Hazel was still breathing heavily as she rose to her feet, looking down as Sheila with searing anger as the woman continued to speak and taunt her. "Shut up" The Scotswoman said bluntly before raising her boot and stomping down onto the wild ones stomach. In this opening minute of this match, it went from business, to survival, and now Hazel had to send a message, she may have almost been choked out, but this fight was just starting. Reaching down Hazel grabbed the chain near where it met the maniacal before pulling Sheila up slightly before raising her boot and driving the sole of it into the Aussie's face.

Hazel wasn't going to let up though, pulling the chain to force Sheila up against slightly before driving her boot down again and again, and finally stopping with a fourth one, noticeably putting more force into it than the others before letting the Aussie's body go limp for at least a few moments since Hazel was just getting started with the wild bitch!