L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.

After a year of facing off against talent in his home state and suffering their ineptitude, Angelo should've been happy, relieved even, to make it to the big leagues. It meant he’d made progress carving his way to the top. Yet, it was still out of sight. Evidenced by who his opponent was in his rapidly approaching match. Aoi Hoshino.

Now, he didn't expect to go up against any top names. Angelo loathed to admit that he was still a rookie, if only for the amount of time he’d been wrestling, but her? She hardly seemed impressive from her match history. Not to say he was completely flawless, but still. It was an insult to be matched against her, an unforgivable one. He’d bet strapping on his kneepads or slipping on his trunks would give him more of a fight. For what would be his first showing in LAW, it wasn't fair!

Angelo nibbled on his thumb, sulking the entire way from the locker room to the Gorilla Position. The few good luck wishes he got from those he passed backstage tempered his dissatisfaction. A little anyway. Slapping the sides of his face, he psyched himself up enough to force a smile as he headed out to the ring.

Being in the audience was one thing, but having their sole attention made him freeze for a split second. The audience wasn't as muted as he imagined they’d be. Though, that could just be because he was a new face. So many people, more than he’d ever experienced working indies. The rumble of his entrance music being blared snapped him out of it.

Entrance Music

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He wasn't getting the thunderous cheering he knew he deserved, but he’d reward the crowd with a glimpse of his acrobatic finesse nonetheless. With a running start, he performed a series of flips down the ramp, posing with his arms outward once he landed at the base. Angelo pulled back on the ring’s top rope to help vault over it.

A little more showboating put him in a more proper mood. Sitting on one of the top turnbuckles, he impatiently shook the middle rope with his boot as he waited for Aoi to show her face. If he ran through

Spoiler

"...Entering next, hailing from Yokohama, Japan...standing at 5'1 and weighing in at 118 pounds...the galaxy's brightest, glimmering light...THE STARCHILD OF LAW...AOI HOSHINO!!!"

Spoiler

Aoi makes her way out to a fairly warm reception. A round of applause from the crowd motivated the small but feisty lightweight wrestler, giving her the boost she needed to explode forward, marching toward the top of the ramp with CONFIDENCE as she struck an enthusiastic pose!!! Aoi proceeds down the walkway, making her way to the ring as all eyes focus on her. She takes a deep breath and climbs up the steel steps, slipping through the ropes after that and then climbing one of the top turnbuckles to gesture and pose for all those who would cheer her on, blowing kisses and keeping that bright-eyed smile of hers full of hope and energy before hopping down, ready for action. She got a few stretches in, keeping herself warmed up and prepared as she shook off those usual pre-match jitters. The crowd dies down, the referee performs a standard gear check, and the bell is rung to kick this match off!!!


DING DING DING!!!

To Angelo’s absolute horror, the audience was louder for Aoi. By how much didn't matter. The fact that they were at all was an absolute travesty. An affront of the highest order! He deserved their energy more than that middling little gremlin and he was determined to gain it for himself.

Angelo waited for her to finish playing before hopping off the turnbuckle to meet Aoi in the middle of the ring. He matched her smile, feeling rather smug about his chances of winning after sizing her up. “Love the energy. I'm sure you'll give me a great first match, right? Right?”

“Though… you're even shorter than I thought. By a lot, actually. Better try your best because I won't hold back.” He probably didn't have the right to bring up anyone else’s height, but that didn't stop Angelo from raising his chin to look down at Aoi after his snarky comment.

Hearing the bell ring, he straightened out his black cropped jacket then gestured for aoi to get closer to see if she’d lock up with him. Angelo had little interest in any test of strength. His aim was to try and pull her in when they made contact to launch a knee into her gut. It’d be an underhanded move, maybe, but it wouldn't be his fault. He did warn her.

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