Meeting 2#: Fight AGAINST The Law (open thread)

[Over mainyu]

Was today the day? Yes, it was.

It was the second day of this promotion’s PPV, which they considered pure hell, or at least… The Knight was far from home, but it wasn’t the first time they had been to Cuba; they’d been there years ago and never thought they’d set foot in this country again, especially because of a personal conflict. But their mission was to deliver a message to this company, and they would have to do whatever it took to do so.

Getting in here wasn’t that hard. Everyone was hunting the beast in armor, but they didn’t know who was underneath it, nor did they even know its gender or appearance, so infiltrating the L.A.W. plane wasn’t too difficult. On the first day, which was the carnival, they were able to go unnoticed by posing as a local worker who was going to be one of the float drivers, and they didn’t raise any suspicions. Then they stayed at the same hotel where the rest of the wrestlers were staying without anyone noticing.

Now that they were inside, it was time to make sure security didn’t interfere. There were people living there who were just doing their jobs, so they didn’t want to hurt them. So they came up with a plan: they made a radio call using their real voices, which the guards didn’t recognize, to lure all the guards into a room with a false alarm claiming that two major female wrestlers were fighting backstage, which could jeopardize the event. Once most of the guards had gathered, they covered the room’s exits without them noticing, but don’t worry about them, there’s enough oxygen for them, and after the event, if they didn’t leave the room, The Knight was going to free them.

Now came the most important part of their plan: starting the conflict. Their costume, which looked like armor but wasn’t actually armor, was ready. It was very useful, hiding their identity from others; very comfortable, not restricting their movements; intimidating; and helping them blend into the shadows. Ana really outdid herself with this. Now, they would attach a camera to their shoulder that would begin recording everything that was about to happen and capture everything the beast would do today. Now they just had to wait for their opponents to appear. the rest of the fighters who were in the arena but out of camera range because today, as The Knight was going to make crystal clear, this was a battle of everyone against one with this promotion and its entire roster, and they weren't going to back down from anyone or anything to deliver their message: their debauchery has consequences

They were in the hallways, hidden in the shadows, undetected, waiting for the first opponent to appear so they could ambush them. It might be that the Crusader considered himself a better fighter than everyone else; in terms of combat, however, knew that they could not face them one by one in succession. They had to take advantage of surprise attacks, wear them down, and ambush them because, although the Invader believed they could handle several at once, they ran the greatest risk by doing so. Now they limited themselves to being patient and striking at the best opportunity.

[Afterhoursclub]

It was the second day of the Fight The Law PPV! Brielle Morgan was still too new in the company to have enough accolades for a spot on the cards... something that at first didn't bother the Brit a whole lot, but now... after having the chance to travel here to see her cousin Ashley compete for the Heavyweight title and seeing all the preparations and the fanciness behind the whole event... now she was starting to feel jealous...

"Darn it! This is sooo unfair!" Annoyed, Brielle had decided to make the most of her time here... at least the hotel was decent, and with so many people visiting... There were a hundred commodities scattered all over town... and she was going to enjoy them all, especially while having Ashley's credit card in her possession... A devilish smirk crept onto her lips while remembering that detail...

"If Ashley turns out to be the next champion, I'm sure she wouldn't mind me having a few burgers and some drinks with this!

She smiled. "If she doesn't win, well..." She stopped to ponder for a moment. "Nahh... let's not be negative!"

Clad in her casual attire, Brielle made her way through the elegant corridors of the hotel, heading up to the elevator, with her mind fixed on what she was gonna do first while exploring Havana.

Brielle Morgan

[Over mainyu]

There she was, their first opponent: Brielle Morgan, “The Smiling Viper.” They had gotten to know her and her cousin while observing the entire LAW organization in its day-to-day operations; she knew that both were aggressive, sadistic, lewd, and arrogant, just like many others in this company, and they knew that they, along with everyone else, would face the consequences of their actions at the hands of the living nightmare.

She was walking through the hotel hallways on her way to the restaurant located in the building, which is what the Crusader sensed when they heard her words, watching as the British woman walked without a care for others or her surroundings, a grave mistake. The Knight knew exactly what to do, walking behind her without making a sound until The Viper reached the elevator, at which point the infiltrator hid before she could realize it and spot him. It was then, as the metal doors closed, that they decided to head for the stairs to ambush her on that floor when she least expected it.

The Knight

When the door opened, the only thing Brielle would see was an armored figure emerging from the shadows, pointing an accusing index finger at her, a signature move they used to mark their opponents before initiating combat, or rather, the attack. They stood still for a few moments so that, without warning, they could grab her by the neck at full speed and attempt to slam her to the ground multiple times with a chokeslam before she could defend herself.

[Afterhoursclub]

Carefree... Brielle entered the elevator without any kind of suspicion that she was being observed... hunted...

By the time the goth reached her desired floor and she stepped outside the door... IT was already waiting for her. It only took Brielle a single step to turn her head and see that she wasn't alone anymore.

"Oh, what the..." She was caught completely by surprise when a tall, ominous figure clad in what appeared to be... armor?... emerged from the corner... staring straight in her direction... The Brit froze for a moment... her eyes went up and down, looking at the strange figure now pointing at her... It looked menacing, probably dangerous... for any other kind of person, the logical reason would have been to simply run away and call for help... but for some reason, she stayed there... her gaze fixed on the armored threat a few meters away.

"That... that's..." She stuttered a few times, "That's cool-looking..." genuinely impressed by the thing, person, figure... whatever the hell she was looking at...

However, as soon as she finished her phrase... The Knight darted toward her, grabbing Brielle by the throat...

"Guhhh!" The goth girl clenched the thing's arm with both hands, but it was useless; she was brought down and slammed against the floor repeatedly...

"Arghh... Fuck!" Brielle cursed after every slam, trying to kick the figure away with one leg at one point.

[Over mainyu]

The demon in armor appeared in the hallway, a specter of the shadows that they were. Their mere presence instilled terror in anyone who looked them in the eye, which was to be expected given their appearance and the fact that they didn’t even need words to express what they felt or what their objective was. What their wanted was to remind Law of their responsibilities and that they are not above them, as there is always a price to pay for every action, and to that end, they would become the greatest monster to ever set foot in this company.

Viper was paralyzed at the sight of The Knight; she was both amazed and terrified by the intruder’s presence, to the point where she couldn’t take her eyes off them, no matter what they did. Yet at the same time, she called this scourge of the company “cool.” At first, Knight didn’t understand why she called him that, but she quickly realized she thought they were just another run-of-the-mill fighter with an interesting costume. She was very wrong, because the thing standing before her was the embodiment of L.A.W.’s sins.

Brielle was quickly choked by the living nightmare and slammed repeatedly onto the floor in a devastating manner, without being given any way to defend herself or even a moment’s respite to recover. Then, with the Viper lying face-up on the floor, she began delivering big boots to her face with the intent of knocking her out. Knight wasn’t mincing words tonight and had no intention of holding back against anything or anyone.