L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It had been what felt an eternity since Eileen Sommers had unofficially accepted hated nemesis' Daisuke's challenge in the ring, but the redhead had not completely forgotten about her biggest male foe. In fact, her desire over time had only grown greater.

Her desire to hear her male adversary utterly and completely weep.

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Having emerged before the masses in her inter-gender match debut, Eileen unsurprisingly bared the masses no mind. There was little to be done in head games; there were no fans to amass on her side and turn against Daisuke. Daisuke simply knew how she rolled far too well. From here on in, everything and anything she did to beat her male foe, would be purely physical.

"Get on out here..." She'd mutter under her breath, already clad in that strapping black attire of hers, figure having literally power-walked down the ramp to find its place in the corner, with absolutely zero mind paid to an even more than usual rambunctious crowd. Her arms over the top ropes, figure laying fully against the soft padding of the corner, all efforts by the crowd and referee both to gain Eileen's attention would be ignored. Right now, there was only one place her mind was. And it was not somewhere pleasant.

Tonight was the night where this rivalry was going to be put to an end. Eileen Sommers debut intergender match was going to be her last. Daisuke and Eileen had been going back and forth but in the ring, one of them was going to Quit and finally one of them would be declared the superior wrestler. Daisuke knew what he had to do, he knew what Eileen was ready to do as well. For one of them, everything was on the line.

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Daisuke was wearing his usual grey CK wrestling briefs with black leather wrestling boots. His divine body was hidden as he dawned a glittery robe on his way down to the ring. As he stepped up on the steel steps, he de-robed to show his royally chiseled body to the crowd as he stepped inside the ring, his eyes were fixed on his nemesis as he glared at her.

Making his way to the middle of the ring, he stood still, adjusting his briefs for a moment before calling out to her, "Eileen...." simply saying her name as he waited for her to join him in the middle.

Not moving a inch, save for her head, which was almost on a pivot as Daisuke entered and joined her, Eileen had made an early claim to her side of the ring almost. Hands to those hips, feet wide and stance somewhat foreboding, Eileen only raised an eyebrow as her greatest nemesis spoke. Straight after that greeting, as she offered her own...

"Pest..."

There she was, the insufferable woman known as Eileen Sommers, the woman who dared to question the royalty of Daisuke Takeuchi. The wrestling prince stood in the middle of the ring, glaring at the red head as she pivoted her head when he made his way into the ring. Her stature, hands on her hip, oozed of someone who was confident of her victory which made Daisuke grit his teeth and shake his fists at her. She would finally break her silence, calling him a pest. However, Eileen still stood in her corner, refusing to join him in the middle it seemed.

Daisuke would walk over towards her corner, standing infront of her now. "Nowhere for you to run this time. I can't wait to make you Quit and expose you to everyone...." he snarled at her.

Goaded but keeping her posture, Eileen if anything leaned even further back into that corner. Arms over the top ropes, gorgeous figure on show, she'd go a shade further in mocking her hated nemesis.

"Tchh..why did you even show up?" Her finger raised as that elbow rested on the rope, seemingly giving the question genuine thought.

"All you are good for is cheap labour...in fact...why don't you make my shoe comfortable, and make yourself useful?" Her right leg raised to offer a boot that was already finely equipped, just to goad the male a little more.

Ofcourse, there was no way she would actually meet him in the middle of the ring. The woman was far too proud to actually think of moving from her corner to indulge Daisuke in a staredown in the middle. Daisuke had to be the one to lower himself as he walked over to her corner to meet her eye to eye. The wrestling prince was left frustrated by his opponent's action once more, as she leaned backwards and draped her arms over the ropes in a casual manner, insulting the prince even more.

Daisuke gritted his teeth, his patience being tested by this unbearable woman. "Tsk! I showed up to make you QUIT WRESTLING" he growled at her. When she raised her left leg, offering him to make said show comfortable- that tipped the prince over. "That's it Eileen!" he hissed before attempting a forearm strike to her chest a couple of times. If he managed to strike her chest, he would grab her by the head, looking to drag her to the middle of the ring.

Goading her male nemesis to cut the distance, Eileen wouldn't be so simple as to let Daisuke reign in those strikes and handle her as he wished. She was intending to dominate this particular foe in every which way, and it was only a matter of times before things took a physical focus!

Raising her arms to try and stifle those blows, Eileen used the corner rest as best she could to add some firmness to her guard. Arms aching as those shots reigned in, Eileen soon found her red locks pulled hard; the wrestling prince evidently seeking to pull Eileen to a spot where there would be no aid given by the ropes or otherwise.

"P..PEST!" Eileen snarled, not even bothering to try and save her head from being gripped, as her hands latched instead to Daisuke's shoulders. From there, even as she was being dragged, raising her knee for a rough gut shot would be somewhat do-able!

Having heard enough from the German, the wrestling prince decided to take matters in his own hands as he approached her in her corner and began to strike her chest with a couple of stiff forearms. Eileen would stay on the defensive, knowing full well that her actions would trigger a physical reaction from the wrestling prince. She raised her arms and absorbed most of his strikes but allowed him to grab her red hair as he dragged her back to the middle of the ring.

"I'm going to make you quit LAW if its the last thing I -AARRGHHHH" before he could follow up his offence, Eileen grabbed Daisuke's shoulder to bring him slightly down while raising her own knee, smacking her knee hard up against his abs. Daisuke groaned out loud in pain, the wind knocked out of him as he staggered back, with his arms wrapped around his waist.

Not even bothering to verbally goad Daisuke further, atleast right now, Eileen's signature grin grew all the wider as she cocked her fists wide following that knee hitting its target. Watching as her male nemesis struggled and covered up, she'd stay close, hands raised all the while as she watched the agony build on Daisuke's face. Her pose almost relaxed, a taunt in itself given how much she wasn't doing in terms of pressuring Daisuke, it would only be as the Wrestling Prince finally opted to raise his arms from his waist that Eileen shot forth with her next move.

A simple open palmed strike, straight to Daisuke's face; more a slap than anything, as she let loose quite the sadistic laugh!

The wrestling prince was confident in his victory, perhaps too confident! The two had been feuding on and off for a rival but had actually never had a proper wrestling match and this was their first wrestling match in front of a crowd in the ring and a very high stakes on at that. Daisuke never thought Eileen could wrestle, which is why he was so sure he was going to win. Taunting her and dragging her by her hair to the middle of the ring, Eileen struck hard with knee strikes to knock Daisuke down on his knees, moaning in pain with his arms wrapped around his own waist. While he caught his breath from the sudden strike, Eileen stood infront of him, ready for her next move.

As soon as Daisuke unwrapped his arms and began to stand up, her palm struck his face in a open ended strike, almost a slap! "Urgh" Daisuke moaned as he fell flat on his back, feeling quite pissed and embarrassed. "Eileen...you bitch" he hissed, shaking his head and he attempted to sit back up.