L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Now this was Jessie's kind of opponent. Weapons and slams were one thing. But fists, foreheads, and whatever parts of the original weapon known as the human body were another. Larissa could swing, but the thing that clicked was that she stood her ground when it came back around.

No blocking, no evasive maneuvers. Larissa took it all like a woman and kept her movements devoted to one purpose from start to finish: Taking her down. The brutal, unrelenting back and forth had the arena booming with thunderous applause from the captive audience that was now on its feet.

And the longer it went on -- the more uppercuts that she was served -- the more energized Jessie herself felt. The adrenaline spiked when Larissa stood; she was smiling through this thing, so it sure as hell wasn't because she'd been scared off. The pinkhead didn't make it easy one-hundred percent: She really had to pull to get her on her feet. But Jessie would keep her arms at her sides and watch as Larissa wound her muscular arm back. It was both an act of masochistic curiosity and a continued showing of the brand of respect that only brawlers like them would understand.

BAM!

Jessie was on her neck and shoulders before she knew it, flopping down on her stomach. It was a damn good hit that she knew she'd be feeling after the adrenaline wore off, and she couldn't get up fast enough for more. The problem was that she'd had the air knocked out of her again. It wasn't enough to keep her on the mat, but it did slow her down.

While the audience were witnessing the opening moments to a blood bath, Larissa and Jessie were both admiring each other. Albeit in ways that should not line up with admiration. Larissa admiring how willing Jessie was to completely throw herself into the fight. Be it better or worse for her health. All while Jessie admired how Larissa was so violent and unhinged.

Even with Jessie’s athletic body, one thing was true between the both of them. Larissa’s body was made for the express purpose of hurting people. Rules meant to safeguard the health of the fighters are too limiting for Larissa. Here Jessie was going to feel that difference.

Rising up, Larissa brought Jessie with her. The blows from before must’ve done damage as Jessie did not seem to fight back much. Larissa hardly cared about the reason, as long as it helped her brutalize Jessie, it didn’t matter. So as if her arm was a sledgehammer, Larissa slammed her arm against Jessie and completely floored the woman. Practically flipping the woman over as she landed on her neck and shoulders. Followed by her stomach completing the 360.

Forcefully grabbing Jessie by her hair. Larissa would grab Jessie’s with both of her hands. All to keep her in place for what was to come. Larissa stated that she yearned for blood at the start. So everything going forward was going to sate that need. Looking around at the audience to amp them up, Larissa would bring up her knee and slam in right into Jessie’s face landing Blood Weapons!

Blood Weapon

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"OHHHHH!!!" Exclaimed the crowd. It was a brutal hit that sent Jessie right back down to the mat, spraying blood about as it shattered her nose. Down the sides of her face, seeping into her hair, overtaking her senses of smell and taste as it went through her nostrils...

Forming a mask on the lower half of her face when she dragged herself onto her feet only a few seconds later, dripping onto the mat and all over her shirt...The mess of crimson was forming quickly. The pain was exquisite; it felt like her head was caught in a vice.

Jessie was quick to rise, but stumbled about like a drunkard every step of the way. Feeling about as giddy as one, she was giggling like a hyena as she fell back into the ropes, using their bounce to generate some forward momentum. Larissa was bringing out the big guns early, and now it was her turn: Jessie spun round, then half jumped, half slipped into form for a Twisted Metal Elbow aimed right at her face!