L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

”Boom!”

Halloween’s senton bomb landed right on target, delivering her payload right on Umi’s chest. She might not have been heavy, but she could use what little weight to maximum advantage, especially when gravity was on her side. Her opponent would likely agree, if she could find enough breath to speak a complete sentence.

It was tempting to stand up and gloat, but Halloween knew that wasn’t in the cards. She did her best work when she was on a roll, when the adrenaline was kicking, and she was feeling all of this at the moment. Staying on her toes, she rolled off Umi’s chest, popped to her feet, and spun about to see her opponent in full retreat, trying to stand up with the rope’s assistance.

Perfect setup. Couldn't have asked for better if they’d rehearsed. ”Heh.”

Halloween broke into a run, coming at Umi from behind. Instead of going straight towards her, however, she went to her side, leaped up, and went through the top and middle rope, feet first. She grabbed hold of them before she could go tumbling out of the ring, spun about, and brought her feet around in an arc aimed at her opponent’s face, trying to nail her pretty face with a luchador classic - the tiger feint kick.

Umi tried to keep herself steady by using the ropes. The twin was still trying to catch her breath after being squashed under that tiny tot's body. What a humiliating kickstart to their career...especially on Umi's part...being outwitted and outmatched so soon against the pro-wrestling equivalent of some...some-...SOME SASSY TODDLER!!! This made her blood boil as her face burned a bright red due to her embarrassment. Although, her face would be a much brighter shade of red due to something else, something hurtling at her at high speeds!!! Before she knew it, Umi's face received one of the worst, most unwanted gifts imaginable...a pair of boots to the face!!!

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"GH-!!!" In one swift motion, Halloween had effortlessly taken control of the match, keeping one-half of the Sirens on the back foot, constantly reeling from attack after attack as the lightweight put on a non-stop assault to whittle away at Umi's stamina.

When Halloween's legs came crashing in against Umi's head, the twin was THROWN back with such force that she would tumble and roll a short distance away, but not before letting out a satisfying sound of pain as her head whipped back from the impact, leaving her in a stupefied daze as she pawed at the mat, trying to collect herself and find her bearings in spite of being a little punch-drunk at the moment. She seethed in silence, awaiting the chance to get her hands on the small-statured woman, all so she and her sister could sink their claws into her and rip her to shreds.

Halloween was definitely feeling it now, surging after her tiger feint kick hit its mark and sent Umi tumbling away. She might not have weighed all that much, but once again, she showed how well she could use what she had to maximum effect—get enough speed going, enough momentum, put it in the right direction, and you could accomplish so much with so little. The crowd's thunderous cheers filled the arena, adding to the adrenaline pumping through her veins at full force, and of course…

”Wooooooo! My girl’s still got it!”

Ticked as she was at Lovers, she could help but crack a smile as her ex-girlfriend cheered her on, returning to the old days for a moment. She always did have a way of making matches fun, even when they were losing, which was more often than she’d cared to admit.

But enough deja vu. Nostalgia was a drug she didn’t have time for. She kept it to a slight smirk and focused back on Umi, watching as her foe writhed and made a tempting target.

Standing on the apron, Halloween grabbed the top rope, pulled back, leaped up and used the ropes to slingshot her way into the ring, flying through the air, a human projectile. She kept her legs out as she flew, brought her arm up, and tried to come down with an elbow drop on Umi's perky chest, wanting to drive the point in deep.

"URGH!!!!" Umi grunted, the pain of that little RAT slamming down on her lovely chest with her elbow infuriated her. The burning rage she felt inside toward Halloween was nearly worse than the agony she was feeling as she writhed around on the canvas, shaking and rolling while clutching her chest, speaking all kinds of expletives in her native tongue as she winced. She staggered and stumbled to her feet, leaning on the ropes as she slowly managed to pull herself up. She spotted Kairi from afar, a short distance away on the other side of the ring, yet a fresh and well-rested Halloween still stood in her way. Umi growled, wanting to tear the tiny tot limb from limb for daring to harm her lovely figure. Once she and her sister had control, they'd do exactly that. But for now, the twin had to figure out how to get past this munchkin and toward her other half...

"Grr-...you bitch, you're gonna pay for that..." She said, gasping between words every few moments as she caught her breath. She tried to ready herself as best as she could, looking to conserve energy by drawing Halloween in, letting the woman come to her, and attempting to counter whatever she threw at her...but she needed to be ready. There was no telling what this nimble little rat would pull off next.

You know what? Maybe Halloween had been looking at this too negatively. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing, teaming up with Lovers again. As whacked out as her ex-girlfriend could be even during the best of times, she would be lying if she said she hadn't missed tag team wrestling. Always a fun break from the standard stuff. Maybe this was just what her career needed.

That positive energy surged as she rose to her feet, with Lovers clapping to get the crowd on her side. She heard the crowd, fed off their energy, and smirked down to…Umi, right? God, wrestling twins was always so weird. ”Sure thing, sugar tits.” She blew her a quick kiss. ”BRB.”

Halloween did a quick skip and dashed away from Umi, hurriedly rushing across the ring. She hit the ropes, came hurtling back, leaped in the air, and attempted to slam both of her feet into her rising foe’s torso with a dropkick, trying to boot her clean out of the ring.

Umi would narrowly dodge out of the way, causing Halloween's Dropkick attempt to whiff, leading to the woman stumbling onto the ropes, bouncing off, and flopping to the canvas in a rough crash landing. Umi rolled to her feet, smirking and laughing, mocking Halloween for fucking up so badly. She'd lift her boot and stomp down on the gal a few times, trying to inflict a bit of punishment upon her as revenge before dragging her by her hair. She wanted to bring her opponent crashing down from whatever high she was riding in order to drown the petite woman in the cold, harsh depths of her and her sister's vengeance. So, not wanting to waste any more time, she'd shove the little twerp into her corner, separating her away from her dear ex-girlfriend and partner as she continued to stomp her out, burying her boot in Halloween's stomach over and over, tagging in with Kairi after the fact as the two would pull Halloween back into their fold.

Kairi would stand in front of Halloween and hook her arm around the woman's neck, lifting her up in tandem with Umi who grabbed the petite grappler from behind, hoisting her up by her legs and then swinging her around in order to DRIVE Halloween down back-first across the mat with an Assisted Swinging Front Slam!!!

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Ugh, that laugh. Halloween swore, this woman laughed like a dying horse.

It was the absolute last thing she wanted to hear at the moment. She’d been riding high so far in the match, having a good streak, and while she knew the crash would come at some point, she would ride this out as long as she could. Hopefully, she can make a tag with Lovers and then let her ex be the one to take the heat of the match.

Things didn’t work out that way, though. Her dropkick - a crisp, clean move - fell a little short this time, with Umi scouting it out. Halloween wound up flopping flat on her back, which was going to happen regardless, but now she didn’t have a solid hit to justify the bump. She started to get up, but a series of rough stomps, and then she was subjected to her favorite part of every match she’d ever been in: having her pigtails pulled. The joys of having easily yankable hair as a pro wrestler.

”Get off get off get off my hair, friggin’ Mary Kate and Ashley looking bitches!” She kicked and screamed as she was dragged away towards the far corner, with Lovers waving her way as she went. ”Lovers, what are you doing, come over here and-”

Too late. Way too late. Before she had any hope of escaping, the twins hoisted her up and brought her crashing down hard on her back, hitting her with an impact so strong it sent her bouncing into the air before she came back down with her arms splayed out.