L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Match takes place on a beach. Victory by submission, pinfall, or knockout
Even before the match had started, Sheila was looking forward to an exciting bout. Looking at herself in the mirror of her impromptu locker room, she threw a few punches out at the air, getting warmed up. "Hah! Hah! Haaah! Okay, I got this!" Then, with a bright grin on her face, Sheila pumped a fist. Once again, the Young Lioness was booked for a match, and she was ready as ever to show everyone she had what it took to make it as a full-fledged member of the LAW roster. This match would be taking place on a beach, but Sheila hardly cared about that. No matter the setting or the circumstances, she was always eager to get herself out there and do her best.

What Sheila did know was that she would be up against an opponent making her debut in LAW. An unproven talent when it came to the company, but no doubt someone with experience behind her given that she wasn't going through the training program Sheila was. The Australian girl would be fighting an uphill battle if her foe was more versed in her style. Nevertheless, she was undeterred. Sheila had to be ready for anything, and if there was one thing she believed in, it was that she would never back down!

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, from Cooktown, Queensland, at 5'6 and weighing 130 pounds, SHEILA CHIHARA!"

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"WOO!" Sheila was ready to make her entrance as soon as she heard her name called. Not missing a beat, she burst out onto the sand, greeted by the cheers of the fans as she waved her hand to those gathered to watch. "Hiiii, everyone! You ready?" Sheila's question was met by an enthusiastic chant of "yes" - whether that was because the fans were genuinely excited to see her wrestle, or just to see her writhe and struggle in a flattering bikini, Sheila didn't care. She was just as much ready for this match as any, and she ran for the ring, rolling in and getting to her feet as she hopped back and forth a few times to get herself warmed up.

Ivy had to admit, they did their research...

As Ivy got ready in her separate "locker room" Ivy couldn't help but reminisce on how she got into LAW in the first place: her work in the beach wrestling circuit, and here she was, about to debut in the "big leagues" as it were, and where else would she want to debut? Ivy had a hard time picking what bikini to wear, she ultimately settled on her gold one. Eventually, she got the cue to enter, and out came the sultry ebony to a positive response:

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Ivy couldn't help but notice most of the positive response came from the male contention of the crowd. Ivy smiled, this was to be expected. Ivy blew them a kiss and entered the ring, where she finally got a glimpse at her opponent, who was only slightly shorter then she was. If this was a man, or a lesbian/bi, she would start flirting with her opponent, to get into her head. Since it seemed this girl flew straight, she just smiled and said, "Let's just have fun, ok?" she said in a cheery voice.

Standing in the ring, Sheila lowered herself into a stance, her fists clenched and ready. She eagerly awaited Ivy's entrance, and before she knew it, she had come out onto the sand, greeted by considerable cheers. That made Sheila's smile grow as her eyes went wide, looking on at her opponent. If Ivy got this much attention, she thought, she had to be good!

Maybe that wasn't quite why Ivy was getting so much attention - at least, not the only reason - but Sheila wasn't exactly the most observant of people.

She grinned to Ivy, waving her hand to beckon the dark-skinned beauty over to the center of the ring. "Hiii! Hihi!" she cheered. "Yeah! I'm gonna do my best!"

*DING DING DING*

After both girls had gone back to their corners and readied themselves, the bell rang, and the match was on! Sheila narrowed her eyes, locking her attention onto Ivy. Leaning forward, the muscles in her leg coiled like a spring. She was ready to start this match out with a bang, and no sooner had the bell sounded that Sheila took off in a mad dash toward Ivy, going to slam into her with a shoulder charge!

Ivy smiled and nodded as she heard Sheila ramble, she certainly wasn't without confidence, even if she was in prime Ivy territory. Ivy nodded to the ref to get the match started. The bell sounded, and Ivy's debut match was offically on!

Ivy didn't have time to formulate a strategy, for as soon as the bell rang, Sheila charged her like a spring loaded gun with a shoulder tackle. Ivy was caught off gaurd and was soon on the mat. Ivy looked up at her opponent, she was impressed so far. Still, it would take a lot more to keep her down, as he got right back up. Ivy would attempt a lockup, hoping to push Sheila into the corner for some chops to the chest.

Sheila wasn't someone known to give much thought to her tactics in the leadup to her matches. She didn't have any real consideration of the opponent she was up against, or what she could expect from her - even considering the fact that this was Ivy's first match in LAW. But she didn't particularly feel the need to. She'd just wing it and do what felt right. And in this case, what felt right was throwing caution to the wind and running straight toward Ivy in a mad dash to slam her shoulder into her!

It seemed the element of surprise was on her side. Sheila collided into Ivy with a smack, knocking her back off her feet. The Australian girl let out a cheer, standing tall over her fallen foe with a hand on her hip and a fist pumped in the air. "All right!~"

In her celebrations, however, Sheila left Ivy with the opportunity to get back up, and soon she was back on her feet. Sheila spun back around to face her opponent, getting down into a stance. This time, things went more slow and methodical, as Ivy grasped Sheila's arms. Though she twisted and struggled, clenching her teeth as she tried to push back against her foe, Sheila wasn't able to overpower Ivy, and she was slowly but surely backed up into the corner of the ring. There, Ivy let go of her long enough to swing a chop into her chest!

"GAH-!" The blow hit with a smack, causing Sheila to jerk back as a jolt went through her spine, and her flimsy bikini top did little to stop the jiggling of her breasts as a result. The effect was only amplifed as Ivy sent another smack across her chest, and another, and another! As the pain was mounting, Sheila began to sink down, landing with her back against the corner and her arms draped over the ropes as she let out a low groan, her head spinning.

Ivy felt Shelia crumble beneath her chops, normally there would be some sultry words here, but, Ivy decided against it. Ivy smiled as her opponent fell to a familier place: sitting in the corner. Normally, she would save this as signature, but, the opportunity was to good to pass up. Ivy would bend over and rub her bikini clad butt over Shelia's face in a stinkface. Ivy remembered fondly about a man who paid $1500 for this treatment. Ivy wondered if her opponent was enjoying himself like that man did...

As Sheila sank low into the corner, many of the fans were already cheering and wolf-whistling, even before Ivy had done anything. They knew the classic setup well, and they were even more eager to see what was to come - as Ivy turned and shoved her behind into Sheila's face, pinning her head against the corner! The Australian had looked up with a gasp seeing her opponent's rear coming closer, but it was too late - before she could make a move, her face was enveloped, holding her firmly against the post!

"MMF-!!" Sheila's cries were muffled as Ivy began to rub and grind up against her face, only drawing more cheers from the crowd. Sheila was no stranger to such a move; she'd used it more than once herself wrestling in the backyard. But she wasn't just going to roll over and take it either. She had still committed to doing her best, and that was what she was going to strive for! Her arms flailed blindly in front of her before she groped around for Ivy's legs, one hand going to slap at her thigh while the other tried to push her away to create more breathing space in between them.

Ivy normally used this particular move as a setup for a finisher, but, it was way too early for that, at least in Ivy's eyes it was, besides, it was clear that Sheila had a lot left in the tank, as she began to successfully push her away. Ivy smiled, "It's instinctual for me to do that when my opponent is sitting in the corner, forgive me" Ivy went into a fighting stance, wondering how Sheila would respond to such a move...

The stinkface, perhaps more than most wrestling moves, had a special reputation as one of the most humiliating and degrading punishments a wrestler could be subjected to. It had its fair share of notoriety, as well as its fair share of fans. But Sheila was never the kind of girl to get caught up in such things, and she shrugged it off a moment later. The match was still young, and she still had plenty of energy; even when she needed a few seconds to catch her breath, she soon kipped back up to her feet, getting back into a stance as she flashed Ivy a grin.

"Don't be sorry!" she cheered, raising her fists. "I can still go juuust fine!" As though nothing had happened, Sheila was throwing herself right back into the action! She took off across the ring, jumping up to hurl herself closer to Ivy as she came near and kicking out her legs to land a dropkick!

Ivy was glad to know that Shelia held no harsh feelings after such a humiliating move, as she soon felt her opponent's feet in a dropkick! It was enough to send Ivy back into the corner, and soon Ivy herself found herself seated in the opposite corner. Ivy would regain her bearings, and soon realized where he was, "Oh, cruel irony..." Ivy mumbled to herself as she looked up at her opponent, fully expecting her to return what she did to her...