L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

For Louise and Polly, the day of their debut in the world of LAW professional wrestling was a whirlwind of emotions. The excitement and anxiety coursed through their veins, magnified by the knowledge that they would soon step into the spotlight as "The Cupcake Connection." Having already enjoyed a growing fan base as a tag team, this moment was the culmination of their hard work and dedication—but it was also a leap into unknown territory. The reality of facing a potentially stronger and more skilled rival loomed large over them, casting a shadow of doubt in their minds.

In the locker room, Louise paced nervously, her fingers tugging at the edges of her vibrant bikini ensemble, rehearsing every possible scenario in which she might prevent a wardrobe malfunction. Meanwhile, Polly, in her usual upbeat fashion, rummaged through a small wicker basket filled with an array of cupcakes. “Hmm, strawberry, vanilla, and…” she mused, contemplating which sweet treat selection to bring along.

Louise turned sharply, her expression a mix of frustration and urgency. “Polly, can we please forget the cakes for just a second?”

Polly glanced up, her face a mix of surprise and amusement. “Forget the cakes? Someone is definitely grumpy!”

Louise paused, her tension softening as she felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her. “I’m sorry. I just can’t help but feel nerves creeping in. This is our debut, and I really don’t want to find myself flat on my back, staring at the lights while some team crushes me.”

Sensing her partner’s anxiety, Polly stood and moved closer, ready to offer comfort. “Lou, we are amazing together! Win or lose, the fans adore us. Remember, it’s all about having fun!”

Taking a deep breath, Louise nodded slowly as the stage hand’s voice boomed from outside the locker room. “Cupcake Connction, you’re up!”

The two exchanged a glance, a shared moment of unspoken determination as they took stock of their flamboyant outfits, radiant with splashes of yellow, green, and blue. With a burst of excitement, they yelled, “Cupcakes Forever!” and sealed the sentiment with a high-five that echoed joyfully in the space around them as they headed to the Gorilla position.

Spoiler

As they stepped out, the upbeat Euro Pop sounds of the Vengaboys exploded through the arena’s sound system, electrifying the atmosphere. With cupcakes in hand, they made their way toward the ring, delighting young fans by tossing their sweet confections into the crowd. It was a heartwarming scene that made Louise’s heart swell with pride. She caught sight of a handmade sign that read, “The Cupcakes Brighten My Day!”—a reminder of why they were there.

The announcer’s voice cut through the excitement. “FIRST TO THE RING, WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED 210 POUNDS, THE TAG TEAM OF LOUISE AND POLLY, THE CUPCAKE CONNECTION!”

The girls slid under the ropes and leapt onto the turnbuckles, waving and blowing kisses to their supporters, basking in the attention.

As the cheers washed over them, a subtle shift occurred; it was Polly who began to feel the familiar pang of nerves. “Okay, let’s run through the moves... headlock into takedown... into scissor...” she muttered under her breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

Louise, catching the comments from her partner, placed a reassuring hand on Polly’s shoulder. “Think of it this way—this is just like baking. We’ve got all the right ingredients, and we’ll cook it at the right time and temperature.”

Polly grinned at the analogy but added with a smirk, “Let’s just hope the temperature doesn’t get too hot!”

Louise waved off the concern, "This is wrestling, anything can happen. Including us winning!"

Together, they shared a laugh, the tension dwindling as they focused on the electrifying moments to come. As they prepared to step into the world of wrestling, where their skills would be tested and their friendship would shine, they knew one thing for certain: they were ready to take the plunge, sweet treats and all.

Nate and Kate were once again in the locker room, it was time for their second match on LAW. After putting up a strong showing in their first match, they needed to keep building up momentum. That being said, this match would be different from the previous one, they were no longer the rookies but the veterans, even though this was only their second match. Hopefully, they could use this to their advantage but they needed to stay focused and get overconfident. Their opponents were known as the Cupcake Connection but otherwise, Nate and Kate knew almost next to nothing about them.

The two would remain silent for a moment longer, checking each other uniforms and making sure everything was ready to go. "You ready?" asked Kate in a bit of a confident tone. "Born ready." said Nate in response as he flexed his right arm. "Of course, you would say that." said Kate as she gave a small giggle before doing one last stretch. "Come on, we should stop wasting time." said Kate as she motioned for them to leave. Nate would nod his head and the duo would leave the locker room.

The duo would make their way down the hallway and towards the entrance. They would give some nods towards the staff but mostly keep to themselves. Eventually, they would arrive just outside the entrance. Here there were a few staff members, the ones who would play their music, announce them and so forth. The duo would wait until given the signal. It would only be a moment or two before one of the staff members informed them and with that, they would both nod in unison and make their entrance as their as their theme song played.

Theme Song

The duo would make their way out as they were announced. "AND NOW MAKING THEIR WAY OUT FOR THEIR SECOND MATCH. WEIGHING IN FOR A TOTAL OF TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX POUNDS, COMPOSED OF NATE AND KATE, THE DIVINE STARS!" said the announcer as the crowd roared. Like last time, the two of them felt an overwhelming pressure hit them. But this time it was a bit easier. The Divine Stars still had each other and would remain strong, giving a confident look into the crowd as they struck a pose.

Nate and Kate

Nate and Kate would then start to make their way down the ramp. As the mixed tag team did, they noticed several members of the crowd had some cupcakes. Was this the work of their opponents, using cupcakes to gain their favour? For now, the two of them would instead focus on the ring and their opponents. They continued down the ramp until they got to the edge of the ring where they would both slide in and quickly get back up. They would take a moment to look at their opponents, sizing them up before then making their way to the turnbuckles. Each of them would mount one and raise a fist in the air as they posed for the crowd before jumping off and then making their way to the center of the ring.

"So you're our opponents." said Nate as his arms were crossed while giving them a glare. "Let's give the crowd a good match." said Kate in a more friendly tone as she extended her hand for a shake in a show of good sportsmanship.

The Cupcakes stood in the ring, hearts racing and anticipation hanging thick in the air. They had been kept in the dark about who they would face in their debut match, adding an air of mystery to an already thrilling event. As they waited, the reverberating sound of their opponent's entrance theme blared through the speakers, drowning out the voices of the crowd and igniting the tension within the squared circle.

Polly turned to her partner, Louise, her eyes wide with shock. “Wow, this is…” she began, her excitement palpable. Louise immediately interjected, her voice cutting through the noise, “Loud!” Polly grinned, mischief dancing in her eyes as she corrected, “I was going to say epic.”

The sweet duo watched intently, their anticipation building as two figures emerged from the shadows. “Is that…” Polly started to question. Without missing a beat, Louise chimed in, eyes narrowing, “A guy?” Polly’s enthusiasm was uncontainable. “No, that’s a God! Look at that body!” she exclaimed, her gaze fixated on the impressive physique of their opponent.

In the midst of Polly's admiration, Louise quickly grabbed her partner by the shoulder, pulling her back to reality. “Polly, focus! I know we don’t normally wrestle guys, but this isn’t a date! You’re supposed to be pinning him, not partying with him!”

Polly rolled her eyes, a playful smile lingering on her lips. “Can’t a girl dream?” she shot back. The pair continued to observe as the Divine Stars, their formidable opponents, made their way down the ramp, the announcer's voice cutting through the atmosphere, reminding everyone in the arena that the combined weight of the Divine Stars outweighed the Cupcakes by a staggering one hundred pounds.

As the imposing figures drew closer, the Cupcakes found themselves divided in their approach. Louise, ever the strategist, settled into her corner with laser focus, determined to get off to a strong start. Meanwhile, Polly seemed captivated by the aura surrounding the newcomers. With a burst of courage fueled by her admiration, she approached Nate—the male member of the duo—her hand clutching a brightly decorated Cupcake in a gesture of goodwill.

“Hey there! So… it looks like we’re going to be wrestling you,” she stammered, her nerves bubbling to the surface. “Um, I made Cupcakes for everyone…” Polly awkwardly extended her arm, offering the treat as she fumbled over her words. “Would you like one? I’m sure I taste sweet… um, I mean these taste sweet…”

A deep crimson blush spread across her cheeks, illuminating her face as the audience collectively held its breath. The energy in the arena was palpable; the crowd was on the edge of their seats, eager to see what would unfold in this tense moment. Two possibilities loomed large: either the Adonis-like Nate would accept her offering, perhaps taking a bite of the sweet confection that might taste like forbidden fruit, or—more likely—the Cupcake would go sailing through the air, sending both Polly and her hopes crashing to the mat along with her treat.

As the standoff lingered in the spotlight, the fate of the Cupcakes hung delicately in the balance, everyone filled with expectation and the promise of the impending confrontation.