L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Louise was taking more damage than she was dealing, but it didn't matter much to her. Well, the painful blow to the chest definitely did. She wheezed and gasped for air, coughing up droplets of saliva on the ring. Nonetheless, she swiftly stood back up, her struggle turning into a new technique.
Without a second's notice, she shouted, "And let someone else beat you?! I don't think so," replying to Mashiro's comment, before perfectly replicating the move she just pulled on Louise, but midair, she realized that she wouldn't have the raw strength to muster enough force during her kicks, so she swiftly switched to sending one leg below the chin of the green-haired gremlin.

Mashiro's kick hit her opponent's chest perfectly and sent her taking several steps back, even making her gasp in pain. She remained smiling and walked towards her, preparing to deliver another blow but found herself forced to guard when seeing her opponent take the same position as her. Obviously, Mashiro expected the same kick she had just given and placed her guard at the level of her chest.

What a mistake.

The brunette looked smarter than she looked and unexpectedly hit the heroine's chin and she wobbled back slightly before holding herself against the rope next to her, surprised at having caught herself. a blow she hadn't expected to receive.

Seeing the look on Mashiro's face, she felt a throbbing sense of assurance in her chest; she was all bark and no bite. Though, Louise wasn't much different either. She could feel her legs ache from the attack. Even in a drunken state, it easily dawned on her that she'd have to calculate and coordinate her strengths when replicating the moves of others, which wasn't all too easy when the ring seemed to be spiraling and bending to unrealistic degrees of disfigurement.
She could barely even stand straight, but luckily the girl in front of her didn't seem to be going anywhere either.
"You got nothing left to say? Maybe you're the real- [hiccups] j-jober here," she groaned, uncommon for the rather timid and kind girl from her first match.
She sluggishly approached Mashiro, glaring down at her, before throwing a few punches aimed at her face and body—never once taking her eyes off her opposition.

The fight now looked like a real cage fight, with both women fighting against each other without using a submission technique. Mashiro was still stunned from the last blow she had received and her guard was completely open, allowing her opponent to land a few punches to her face and body before she woke up and found herself forced back.

"Tch! Agh! Tsk!"

But Mashiro was a striker, so she knew how to defend herself in this kind of situation and after taking a step back, her leg still in front of her went on the offensive, finding herself thrown into the air to hit her opponent in jaw. Mashiro was a rather simple woman who liked to return the blows she received; a series of punches awaited her if her kick had hit her opponent's jaw perfectly.

Louise expected Mashiro to hit back, but her first kick was strong. It sent her stumbling back, though she luckily caught herself before being assaulted with multiple punches. She let herself succumb and collapsed to the ground momentarily to avoid any more hits. She could feel blood on her lip, a familiar feeling of when she used to be a jobber. It triggered her slightly; her leg instinctually rammed into Mashiro's knee, expecting for her to fall so that they could be on equal footing (no pun intended).
"To think you could actually overwhelm me was a mistake on your part!" she declared, a big grin on her face. She was used to hard hits and painful kicks, so she knew she might've found her victory over Mashiro.

Mashiro arrived to chain her blows, first her kick and then her punches on the face of her opponent. She thought that chaining the blows would help her to subdue the brunette but it did not look like the case, on the contrary, Louise found the strength and the will to fight against attacking! Kneeling Mashiro before kicking her face.

"Shit..."

By not wanting to go strong, Mashiro shot a ball in the foot and let her opponent take the advantage over her, gradually losing this fight by taking more blows than she gave and ended up falling on the back, feeling her lip slightly bleeding at the same time.

For a split second, Louise's kindness reappeared, feeling a small margin of sympathy for her beaten-down opponent. Minutes ago, she had planned to use her secret move, "brain damage" against Mashiro and aim for the pin, but she paused at the sensation of power. She could feel it surge throughout her bruised, but fair body.
It was a heavy weight, now a heavy heart as she felt a twisted yin-yang over who she's become. She adored herself and felt more complete than ever, but also despised the look on Mashiro's face. She hated the constant reminders of who she once was. She knew that her adversary tonight could have very well been Louise during her debut match.
Even so, the show must go on, as they say. The most she could do to reject the negative perception of the situation was to simply leap towards the cage, and cling onto it. She soon raised her hand, allowing the audience a chance to burst out in cheers. Louise smiled, keeping close watch for when her opponent recovers to either attack or send her into a pin.

Mashiro was still conscious after all her kicking, she mainly wanted to lie down to better think about her situation and know what to do next. Her opponent seemed very confident in her but didn't like being insulted as a jobber, she is also strong and smart enough to trade blows with Mashiro and even replicate some of her moves and now Mashiro could catch her breath without it. slightest disturbance, except the taste of blood on her lip.

“Hmmm…”

She didn't understand anything. Mashiro was perhaps good at analyzing situations but not at understanding them, her thinking stopped short and she stood up smiling, ready to fight again. She barely had time to turn her head before her opponent lunged at her, bringing her inside the ropes before slamming her to the ground for a pin. The referee then does her job and presses herself against the mat, tapping her hand on it with each count.

"ONE... TWO"

Barely the second second was announced when Mashiro pushed her opponent aside, starting to get up, smiling as usual.

"Unlucky you, I'm in shape to fight~"

"Tsk.. just stay down, I can replicate your moves," Louise puffed, yanking on her opponent's hair, "There's nothing you can do to surprise me that I can't do right back!"
Her vision blurred, and all the sound in the arena was muffled out by her aggressive breathing. She was never the strongest fighter, nor did she have the energy to muster up hard hit after hard hit, so this left her secretly vying for another option besides relying on her resilience. Louise was certain that she would've been fine taking a few more hits from Mashiro, but after all that talk, she knew that her only option was to keep up her momentum. With the advantage so far, it'd be idiotic to go on the defensive.
She could feel her arms straining already, but despite the growing pain, she tried to get the green haired cumrag locked into a chokehold, hoping that Mashiro would tap out before her body gave in.

Mashiro pushed her opponent away to escape the pinfall and stood up, smiling. She stared at her opponent, waiting for her to get up to hit her but surprisingly she remained rather respectful, waiting for her opponent to finish speaking. But her curiosity prevented her from attacking and was profitable for her opponent who then began to block the heroine in a chokehold.

But that didn't seem to bother Mashiro, at least not yet, as he struggled without much problem as he threw her elbow back to punch her opponent's stomach, continuing to land punches with an elbow while as her second hand tries to remove her opponent's arms from around her neck. Mashiro didn't seem panicked or afraid, abandonment or defeat still didn't cross her mind because she couldn't see herself losing to Louise, especially if she didn't fight bottom.