L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The match

Match Type: Best of 3 submission match

Rules: Win by pinfall or tap out

The lights started dimming, signaling the start of anext match. The ring stood empty, awaiting it's competitors.

As Sierra’s entrance music blasted through the arena speakers, the audience was introduced the newest addition in LAW's Women's Lightweights roster. An excitable, upbeat ball of happiness has entered, with Sierra arriving onto the ramp. Both hands clenched in fists with only index fingers sticking out, she threw her arms high in the air, and with exaggeratedly strong spanish accent she screamed as loud as she could.

"Arriva, arriva, arriva!"

The loud and colorful blondie was pumped with excitment to finally become part of wrestling community, and immediately established herself as loud, eye-catching little runt. She sprints down the ramp at full speed, throwing a completely needless cartwheel. Instead of using the ring steps, she hops onto the apron, and gripping the top rope she flips over into the ring. Once inside, she runs the ropes a few times, bouncing off them just to burn energy before jumping onto a turnbuckle, throwing up her hands, and yelling

"Hello everybody! La Diablesa is here! Can I get a hello?"

She screamed, and then put her hand to own ear, as if listening in, if the crowd welcomes her or not

Spoiler

Ivan watched Sierra bounce around the ring, her enthusiasm infectious despite finding her antics annoying. He couldn't help but smirk as he made his way to the ring.

As he climbed through the ropes, Ivan shot her a cocky grin. "Well, well, look what we got here," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Fresh meat."

Ivan cracked his knuckles, a menacing glint in his eye. "But hey, I'm always up dinner. So go ahead, show me what you've got."

Turning around from facing the crowd, she jumped back on the mat. She fake cracks her knuckles, and makes an over the top, cartoonishly smug face, mocking Ivan's attitude.

"Mm hm! Yes, eat you alive, I'm a scary dude!" she says, dropping her voice as low as she can, in a parody of Ivan that is midly accurate at best.

With the two at their corners, the bell rings, signaling the fight can start. The hot headed Sierra is not gonna wait to feel her enemy out. Bouncing off a rope to gain speed, she runs straight forward, intending to hit the red hair with a Running Forearm Smash – a quick, impact move, to keep him on defense.

Ivan rolled his eyes at the act. Admittedly, It was funny and reminds him of his rowdy dorm mates and younger siblings. Too bad she's an opponent tonight.

As the bell rang, Ivan watched Sierra come charging towards him with a knowing smirk. This girl was going to be predictable and easy to read. She thought she was fast, but Ivan had quick reflexes honed from evading the DSWD agents on the streets.

Just as Sierra launched her forearm smash, Ivan sidestepped the obvious attack, slipping behind her in a fluid motion. Before she could recover, he delivered a swift kick aimed right at her jawline.

Going for a move this direct and easy to counter was bold, or stupid if you will. With Ivan sidestepping her swing surprisingly swiftly, she had no time to properly counter the kick at her softly chiseled jawline.

In the brief, split second she had, her mind made her instinctively lean back in limbo-like move, but it wasn't anywhere near a dodge. The kick sent a smashing wave of pain, rattling her skull.

"OOH!" she lets out a loud, high pitched squeak

Ok, big mistake...but Sierra isn't sluggish! After the initial impact, instead of wobbling on her feet, the blond girl stumbles backward into a roll, trying to create as much space as possible, so Ivan can't follow it up with something devastating.

"Whoooa!" she puts her hand just under mouth, massaging her jaw back into its place.

"Mean! You have guys beating women around here?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed Ivan's features as he heard Sierra's outraged remark, her hand massaging her still-reeling jaw. Did this girl really not know how LAW works?

"Please, you should see the 'other' guys." Ivan blandly said.

Moving on, he began slowly approaching her to resume the fight. He was in a relax state but muscles coiled and tense for an attack.

"Alright, estúpido! La Diablesa pities the fool who dares to cross her!" she excalims theatrically

She rushes toward him suddenly, lifting her fist, preparing for a jab back at her opponent.

"HIIYAAA!!!" she screams on top of her lungs

But really she's just trying to sike him. Making him think she’s that reckless, only to slide under his legs and pop up behind him for a quick attack. Popping up from behind, if Ivan isn't quick enough she can hit him with a flash enzuigiri!

Ivan saw Sierra charge towards him again, this time calling her out on being reckless. He figured she was trying to psych him out, and he didn't bite.

Instead of meeting her punch, Ivan kept moving forward, anticipating her feint. Sure enough, as he expected, Sierra slid underneath his legs, popping up behind him with a speed that surprised even him.

Too late, though. Ivan felt the solid crack of her kick connect with the back of his head, sending a jolt of pain through his skull. He stumbled forward, catching himself on the ropes to maintain balance.

"I'll give you that one, puta," Ivan muttered, rubbing the sore spot.

"Haha!" she threw a few air punches

" La Diablesa came here for revenge, and revenge she shall get!" Sierra put hands on her hips and smiled at her enemy who just called her a bitch.

"You wanna hear who I want to exact my revenge upon? A mysterious clan of assassins who murdered my husband! Or a woman he cheated on me with. I can't choose yet, which one do you think is cooler?" she said, stretching and looking at Ivan with her large, sprinkly, Bambi-like eyes.

Ivan rolled his eyes at Sierra's dramatics, unimpressed by her fabricated story. He'd dealt with plenty of pretenders and attention-seekers in his line of work.

"No, no, no. Spare me the sob story," Ivan cut her off, annoyance evident in his tone. "I don't care about your made-up revenge fantasies or which fictional character you want to kill next."

Without warning, Ivan clapped his massive hands together, slamming Sierra's head between them with enough force to rattle her brain.