L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Milan St. Pierre vs. Izwack
Standard Match
Win by pinfall, submission, or KO

A whole month.

That was how long it took for LAW officials to get their heads out of their asses and debut her. She almost wanted to no-show just to spite them all, but, she figured since she got what she wanted, so it was not in her best interest to rant and fuss. After what seemed like eternity, she got the cue to enter the famed LAW arena Her music blared across the arena, and out came Milan to a relatively positive response.

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Milan entered the arena to the slow, emotional beat of her music, not raising a big fuss over anything. Still, she had a pretty noticeable smile on her face. She was finally debuting after a month of waiting, who cares who it was or what gender he was, Milan was determined to have fun, and hopefully win.

Unfortunately for Milan, after meeting her opponent she would probably wish that she had continued to wait! Just as dirty and despicable as usual the panty masked Izwack entered into the fray! The audience already growing to hate him as they made such known with plentiful showers of hisses and boos! Not like that dampened the foul fighters spirits in the slightest! Just as full of himself as usual, he sauntered his way down to the squared circle, jumping up and scrambling inside once he reached ringside!

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"Ehk! Gross! Another stupid girl! You don't belong in the ring dumbass bitch! This is a place for men!" Izwack scoffed nonsensically, his rude attitude shining through right from the start! Already letting his opponent know that he was going to be anything other than sportsmanlike!

Milan would watch her opponent make his entrance, and it seemed the LAW crowd wasn't to fond of him, to say the least. It kind of amused Milan until he got into the ring, and she soon realized why he wasn't well liked: he smelled putrid. As she was from France, she was kind of used to smelly men, but, if she was being honest, he looked kind of silly with girl's underwear covering his face. He went on to trash talk about how only men belonged here, "Then why, prey tell, did they allow you in?" Milan asked with a laugh. This was going to be interesting and rather entertaining...

"So as well as being stupid, you're blind to! PAH! Hope your sense of smell works just fine because I'm gonna' take my time with you!" Izwack threatened at her comment with a narrowing of his non-obscured eyes, waiting for the bell to ring and the match to begin officially being a mere afterthought as he threw himself at Milan with everything he had behind him! Which... Was to say, wasn't very much. At the very least it was enough for him to wrap his arms around her waist, but apart from the smell being much worse due to proximity, nothing else would really happen.

Milan rolled her eyes and started to circle her opponent when the bell rang, Iswack suddenly charged Milan and wrapped his arms around her, but, confusingly enough, didn't do anything. She expected a suplex or a bearhug or something, but, no. he just clung to her, "Aww, did the little boy want to hug his French mommy? How cute, allow me to oblige!" Milan mocked as she wrapped her arms around Iswack in a tight bearhug. Sure, he stunk to high heaven, but, she wasn't going to let a little thing like that spoil her long-awaited debut!

Truth be told Izwack wasn't strong enough to actually execute anything, so all he could do was stand there, arms wrapped around his foe, looking like a twat. Of course it was only natural that his opponent wasn't so useless, picking him up in her mighty arms and doing what the panty masked luchador had wanted to, but actually succeeding! "AaAaaff!" The smaller competitor squealed as the energy was forcibly squeezed from him! Putting all his effort to move his mask away from his mouth for a moment so that he could spit at Milan's eyes!

Milan didn't really like grabbing this filthy man, but, she waited too damn long for this moment, so she was willing to grin and bare it. Iswack seemed to be the one to not only be dirty, but, also fight dirty as well. Milan's suspecians were confirmed when he parted his "mask" and spit in her eye, "Oh no, you didn't!" Milan yelled, she would fall over backwards with Iswack in tow, hoping to bring him down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

"HA! That saliva is the most talent you'll ever have!" The small lucha cackled like the irritating little gremlin he was, enjoying his small victory for a few seconds before the actual wrestler made sure to make him pay for it! Spiraling the two downwards and making sure that the short male took the brunt of it all! Canvas shaking aggressively as Izwack flailed around like a bag in the wind! An amusing squeak escaping him in the process!

Milan shook her head in pity as she listened to the poor baby whine and fuss, "Well, I can tell you like things a bit dirty, so who am I too deny you?" Milan exclaimed as she grinded her boot on Iswack's face, not really as a wrestling move, but, more of a mocking gesture. The crowd seemed to like it, anyway...

Groaning in discomfort as Milan proceeded to use him as a foot rest Izwack would just lay there and let it happen for a moment, still rather disorientated from the suplex to do anything immediately! But this disrespect wouldn't stand! He'd show this bitch what happened to people who DARED mess with him! A growl of rage escaping the boy as he shot up his arms, grabbing at his foes ankle to try and topple her, he wasn't very strong but perhaps the unexpectedness of his attempt could get him somewhere!