L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Fernanda was in a very tough spot, during this whole less than 5 minute match she had felt as if she was getting ragdolled more than in her whole wrestling career. It was no wonder that her opponent was described as one of the strongest wrestlers to have ever lived, this match served to humble her and prove her just how big the difference was between the best of the best and her.

As she desperately tried to get away from her actual position, the blonde fighter felt, much to her horror, the behemoth shifting his position with a masterful transition that she knew all too well... "Gggghhhh!!!"

Getting out of this position was futile at this point, she already knew that another Suplex might be a match-ender for her, but trying to get out of Zangief's grip was close to impossible... What to do?... She was not the type of person that would accept her defeat like that. Much less when her opponent was someone she had in such high regards... That's it! High...

Goldie might be out of her depth, but she refused to just drown like that... She tried to stop the Tornado's suplex by hugging his thigh with her legs, it wasn't an attempt to run from her fate anymore, she rather tried to make him come to a halt just long enough to bring her arms around the legs of her opponent and trying to lift him piggy-ride style...

It would be a fun spectacle to see her try and lift that human mountain with her legs trembling under his weight. "N-Not yet... AAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!" If she somehow managed to lift him off the ground, Fernanda would then try to fall backwards and crush him under her weight, also making it impossible for him to throw her painfully anymore, she tried to restrain his momentum by bringing him to his back like a giant, muscular turtle.

The pride of Russia had been in full control of this match. That much was evident to those in attendance watching. Yet despite the drastic mismatch the audience still cheered for Zangief. Such was the nature of Zangief's captivating aura. Everyone was drawn towards Zangief's energy. Everyone except maybe Fernanda admittedly.

As Zangief prepared himself to deliver another suplex to Fernanda. He was more than prepared to make this suplex the strongest one. Admittedly it would end the match if it landed, but it would be giving Fernanda Zangief's full power. This was the greatest sign of respect he could give any wrestler.

Yet Zangief was feeling something odd with Fernanda. She had not gotten limp from the suplexes. Instead Zangief felt that Fernanda was planning something as her muscles moved with her body. In a way that Zangief had not been expecting.

This would be the first time that someone would try to lift up Zangief. Rather someone so physically different from him. The Red Cyclone was surprised that Fernanda had this much of an energy reserve. Allowing Fernanda to try and complete this feat of strength. Zangief was also a goods showman

Just as Fernanda lifted Zangief off his feet for a brief moment The Red Cyclone would let out a loud laugh AH HA HA HA, YES THIS IS GOOD YOU TRULY APPRECIATE POWER Zangief said proudly. Though just because he was proud did not mean he would allow Fernanda to complete her plan. Completely countering her plan, Zangief simply leaned back and planted his feet once again on the apron floor. Bringing and lifting Ferndanda with him. Though instead of a suplex, this time as Fernanda was raised high. Zangief would have his opponent come crashing down onto his knee delivering an atomic drop!

Why indeed this match's been a constant of Fernanda getting her ass handed to her. Not much of a surprise there, Zangief didn't need no introduction, in all honesty, the girl's popularity grew with every hit she took, this was her difference between other fighters. She would not give up.

I mean, it's Zangief, right? Just surrender and be done with it. Is what most would do in this situation. But Fernanda wasn't content with that, she didn't wanted to fight Zangief.

She wanted to beat Zangief. Or at the very least, try her hardest to do it.

So, the girl used all the power in her body to try and lift the Red Cyclone, she tried and was about to do it, but his laugh was a clear indication that her plans would not come into fruition. With a twist of his body, their situation was quickly reversed and now with her body being lifted with much more ease than when she tried the same, Zangief brought her back to reality with an atomic drop on his knee.

"AAAAA-!!!!" Her pained scream was cut short because it also stopped her lungs from getting any air inside them, making it seem like she was a rubber duck without a sound to make. She tried, really tried to fight the pain and keep fighting, but it was almost impossible at that point. All she was able to do was look at him, trying to keep herself from breaking down in pain or surrendering.

Zangief was fairly aware of the difference in his body versus the opponent. It was night and day, anyone with a working pair of eyes could see that much. What made matters worse was Zangief’s world renown name. It was a draw to any arena he would be competing at. Even if no one in attendance thought Fernanda could beat Zangief. That didn’t matter, all that mattered is that Fernanda believed that she could.

Zangief could feel that fire that was lit inside of her. Naturally he would respect that wrestler spirit of hers with a good match. Though on the other side of the coin, he did not want to disgrace her with ending the match to soon. Though it was like that fire inside Fernanda was contagious because Zangief was becoming more and more motivated himself. Fernanda can attest to that much from taking the atomic drop!
Not being one to leave things finished Zangief knew best what to do next. YES YES, YOU SHOW PERFECT SPIRIT Zangief let out happily, as he embraced Fernanda. Not letting go of her, Zangief would lift her up high with what everyone could see was a Russian special of his the BEARHUG!