L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The 'Lord of the Seas, Triton' Isaac Edwards vs the 'Yellow Force' Amari Mariko
Match Type: Standard
Standard Rules Apply. The win condition is to pin your opponent, make them submit, or win via KO. There are DQs, count-outs are on, and any attempts at a submission, pinfall, or knockout must be made INSIDE the ring.


Isaac was getting ready in his locker room, stretching before the backstage assistant would give him frequent updates for his upcoming match against some chick named Amari Mariko. As if he was worried, Isaac was focused and prepared on ensuring that his name would be cemented in LAW's history books as one of the better competitors to ever set foot on the scene. No matter what setbacks he faced, he was going to make sure that people remembered the name 'Triton' well. After a few more minutes of waiting, the assistant came back and gave Isaac the heads up that his match was about to be scheduled to start, meaning it was time to make his entrance first and wow the crowd with his style...entrances were like a sort of war-dance, used to build energy and hype for the incoming wrestler while intimidating the opponent as well, and Isaac was prepared to deliver each and every single time his feet hit that stage and his music cued on...





"...Entering first, hailing from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 5'11 and 155 pounds...ISAAC EDWARDS...BETTER KNOWN AS TRITON...THE LORD OF THE SEAS!!!!"





The impressive Aussie was brimming with swagger and a bombastic sense of self-importance, befitting of someone portraying a 'Lord' as a character basis. He performed his energetic yet regal entrance, hyping up the fans with his sheer presence alone as he made his way down the ramp, up the apron, and inside the ring. He posed and gestured toward all the fans, soaking up all that delicious praise that only sought to boost his ego and raise his confidence...all of his 'subjects' giving him the love and cheers that he had rightly deserved. He walked over to his corner and awaited for his opponent to show herself.

She had never been so nervous. After all the only memory Amari had of fighting a man was a brief but painful and humiliating interruption in one of their fights.

Her song began to play on the titantron, interrumping her daydreams. She took a deep breath and ran to the ring.

As she approached the ring, the atmosphere generated by her entrance motivated her. Amari's cheerful personality and perseverance had won her some loyal fans, even if her record was... poor.

There was no other way, each challenge so far had been worse than the previous one but at least they had made her stronger, she told herself once in the ring.

She was ready.

Spoiler

Isaac looked at his opponent, examining her with just a few momentary glances. He simply scoffed, unimpressed by the girl's physique. He remained confident, dripping with swagger and a regal attitude as he reclined in the corner, getting nice and comfortable without a care in the world...after all, why should he be afraid? The girl was one of the least intimidating fighters he had ever seen. The 'Yellow Force'...? Talk about 'jobber-bait'...

"So, you're the gal that's gonna be receiving a royal pummeling? That's a shame, I'd absolutely HATE to mess up that cute figure of yours...but...a match is a match, and I don't hold back, darling. I hope you've got the resolve to tough it out 'hero'...because this lord is about to test your mettle.

Amari's blood started to boil. She realized that a couple of looks were enough for Isaac to belittle her. The face of the guy who was chilling in the corner was filled with overconfidence and that bothered her.

She was used to intimidation attempts and all sorts of things being said in the ring, so normally she would ignore the teasing, but she wasn't about to put up with any more disrespect from him.

"I'll make you eat those words!" She said, pointing her finger at him, standing sideways and speaking with a serious tone, trying to hide her emotions, committed to her role as heroine, even if inside she was dying to yell a few truths at him.

The bell was about to ring and she only thought of one thing: charging towards him as soon as they did to try to slap him at least a couple times.

"Oh? We'll see about that, 'hero'." He mocked.

Isaac grinned, seeing the heroine's attempts at trying to stand tall against him. How adorable, at the very least, this should provide the man with a bit of entertainment. When the bell rang, Isaac stepped out of the corner, playing a more defensive role in the match as he skillfully dodged the incoming slaps, letting Amari waste her own stamina in the process as she continued to swing away at him. When he saw an opening, he swerved around to the side in order to grapple onto Amari's head and neck via a Side Headlock in order to lock her down in place.

"So, you done flailing around like a child?" He taunts her before trying to drive her face-first into the canvas via a Headlock Driver.

Amari's furious attack only served to make her rival show off her skill and speed. Every last one of her slaps was dodged, and worse still, she had entered Triton's territory, which took the opportunity to capture her and make her kiss the canvas.

"Mpfhh" The hit of the girl's face against the canvas produced a dry sound, and a small grunt of pain escaped her mouth. After the headlock driver, she was on her knees and her butt was pointed towards the ceiling. She was left in that exposed and pathetic position.

Triton smirked as he drove the girl's head and face directly into the canvas, spiking it down and laying her out for the moment. She appeared to be heavily dazed from the impact, giving Triton a bit of time to set up for another attack. "Oh, what a lovely little peach, is this your tribute to your lord~?" He mocked as he gave Amari's peach a nice smack before he pulled Amari up to her feet, standing her up and taunting her by blowing her a kiss. He steadied her so she wouldn't fall over and he quickly snapped forward, realigning his body and lifting his leg up to send a devastating Superkick right to her jaw. However, the 'Lord' would not be satisfied with just knocking her upside the head.

Before she could even have the chance to stumble, let alone fall, Triton would sneak around behind Amari and lock her up into a Full Nelson hold, interlocking her arms with his own and placing his hands on the back of her head. With a smug look on his face, he would lift Amari up and attempt to send her crashing back down to the canvas via a Full Nelson Suplex. If he was successful, Amari's legs would fold over her midsection, and her ass would be out on display for the entire crowd to see, locking in a pin attempt. "Get a nice look at these ripe peaches, everyone!! Your lord decrees it~"

"1-...!!!"

This could be a record here! The announcer shouted in excitement, and it was not for less. In a few seconds of having started the fight, Isaac Edward had managed to counterattack and perfectly execute a series of movements in Amari, almost ending the match right after it began.

Amari paid dearly for her recklessness. That kick to the jab alone almost knocked her out right there. The count was in two and the girl did not even show signs of reacting.

"Two and a half!" the commentator yelled when he saw the referee's signal The heroine is still in the fight!

The girl had broken free in the last instant, using all her strength to drive her right arm up and, with the momentum, lift her head just enough to finish the count.

But she was disoriented and crawling aimlessly on the mat, completely exposed.

"Tch-...are fucking kidding me?" He would say under his breath.

Triton was a little upset that the so-called 'heroine' had managed to kick out of his pin like that. The smarmy, arrogant 'Lord of the Seas' was actually going to have to put a little more effort into all of this. How very annoying. Oh well, if Amari was going to fight, he'd give her a fight...one without any mercy that is. Triton would stand back up and drag Amari back up to her feet, looking to toss her around a bit as he slings her into the nearest corner via an Irish Whip, yanking her by the arm and pushing her so that she'd run face-first into the nearby turnbuckle.

"If you're so eager to get your ass kicked a little more, we'll see how long you can last..."

"Unggh" The girl's hit the corner turnbuckle, but she avoided hitting her face by holding onto the ropes at the last second, still, her body had taken a lot of punishment in a short time and she leaned back on the ropes exhausted.

But Isaac's taunts fueled her rage; enough of just taking hits, though; determined to make him pay, she pretended to be hanging from the ropes, completely helpless, but she was ready for him to come up.

Her plan was to wait for him to get closer, take advantage of her hands on the ropes to raise her body, and hit him at the face with a kick with both legs.