L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Submission Match
Win via forced submission

Mako Adachi

Mako was already in her new attire as she looked her ass over in the mirror. She had already liked the bottoms, but every match made her like them more for some reason. The shark bite design really was a good touch. Either way, she couldn’t just stare at her hot ass all day. She had a match tonight! Her opponent, some guy who specialized in submissions. That would make this a bit more difficult seeing as this was a submission match. Regardless, Mako was going into this match to win! So after leaving the locker room, the shark would head out to make her big entrance.

Mako’s theme would play loudly as she entered the arena. She had on a black, leather jacket on with the hood up. Once Mako was on top of the ramp, she’d lean downwards before throwing back her head along with the hood. Her fist shot up then as her smirking face was revealed. Shortly after, Mako would make her way down the ramp before discarding her jacket to the side. Then, the shark would slide herself into the ring before popping back onto her feet. The crowd was cheering loudly for her as she then walked over to and leaned against her corner. Now it was time for her opponent to show up, so Mako just watched the entrance rather casually.

Jessie yawned as he waited backstage, placing his hands behind his head and tapping his barefoot against the cold concrete. As usual, he got stares but he ignored them. When you’re beautiful, you had to get use to looks. For now, his thoughts were on his opponent.

From what he had seen, this Mako was a striker. The thought caused him to smirk. He didn’t mind a challenge but it was always nice to have a bigger advantage. Meant that he could move at his own pace when he played with his doll. Especially one as big as Mako.

Jessie perked up as Danzig’s “Mother” began to play. He smirked as he went on the stage, thinking of all the fun he was going to have.

Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean
What they say
Mother

“And her opponent! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Jessie Nolan!” Misa introduced.

Appearance

The usual deep-pitched boos and high-pitch cheers greeted him. Jessie gave a cold smile as he walked towards the ring. He could care less about what the fans thought of him, he was here for his own amusement, nothing more.

Jumping on the apron and entering the ring, he saw Mako in the flesh. He had to admit that she was rather attractive. Jessie always liked his woman that never “fit the mold”, be it in their personalities or looks.

Not that he’d give one look to an unattractive girl but the hot “ten fashion models” always bored him. They looked beautiful but always so… pristine, too clean. Maybe it was his working class roots that attracted him to such rough and tumble or eccentric woman.

”Not that it’ll do her any good,” Jessie malevolently thought as he made his way to his corner.

The model flipped his hair as he flashed an arrogant smirk at Mako. ”So, you’re my opponent huh? He asked, while examining her up and down. ”Hope you don’t feel too embarrassed when I make you submit. I know that tough girls like you have such fragile egos,” the sociopath teased.