L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Mirika barely had time to steady herself before Halloween was on her again. The sudden fistfuls of hair earned a sharp yelp from the idol as she was dragged upright, her smaller frame forced up onto unsteady legs while the crowd roared around them. For a split second she tried to pry at Halloween’s wrists, pink eyes narrowed with irritation, but the little nightmare moved fast.

“W-Wait!”

Halloween dipped low and hooked her cleanly, and suddenly Mirika’s feet left the mat entirely.

Mirika folded overhead as Halloween bridged through the Northern Lights Suplex, the back of the idol’s shoulders and upper spine smacking hard against the canvas before her legs kicked upward from the momentum. The ring shook beneath them as the crowd popped loudly for the clean throw, the referee immediately sliding into position beside them.

ONE-!

Mirika jerked violently at the count of one, twisting a shoulder free before snapping her legs downward to break the bridge. The kickout came fast, but the annoyance on her face afterward was impossible to miss. She rolled onto her back clutching briefly at the back of her neck, breathing harder now as strands of silver hair spilled messily across her face “Ehehe…Rude!” she half giggled half muttered, as she pushed herself onto one knee, eyes carefully studying her opponent as she braced herself for a possible follow up attack.

Ha! Halloween was glad to know that her Northern Lights was still top-notch. It was a move she used often in training, but hadn't had the opportunity to bust out in a long time, but she still had the right body to make it hurt when her opponent was small enough. Good bridged, standing up on the toes, perfect arch of the back, nothing wrong.

Of course, perfect technique didn’t mean the move would put Mirika down, nor did Halloween want it to. She would’ve been severely disappointed if that ended things - it would mean ENCORE was all garnish, no meat, and beating someone like that wouldn’t do much for their stock. Sure enough, Mirika kicked out the pin, and emphatically at that.

Good. Great. Halloween sat up after, and her wicked smile grew an inch longer when she heard Mirika’s mutterings. That meant the message was heard, loud and clear: I can put you down, chica. Anytime I want.

The first message of so many that Halloween planned on sending.

Halloween needed to keep this train moving. Wasting little time, she reached over, grabbed a couple of handfuls of the woman’s shimmering hair, and pulled her up, forcing her to stand. As soon as she was up, Halloween jerked to the side, pulled her through, and tried to send her off running to the nearest neutral corner with an Irish Whip, throwing herself forward to get the most out of it.

As soon as Mirika went off, Halloween ran after her, only a couple of steps behind. The moment she turned and hit the pads, she’d leap up, swing out, and try to ram her elbow into her opponent’s face at full speed.