L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Samantha smirked, seeing clear fear in Isaiah's eyes, as she held the downed man at bottle point. However, even in his compromised position, Isaiah eventually had the nerve to smile at his attacker, catching Sam by surprise. The violent girl let out a small gasp, as Isaiah used his Bible, to smack Sam's makeshift weapon from her hands. The bottle broke with a suspenseful shatter, which echoed through the mostly empty bar.

Samantha let out an annoyed grunt, before raising one of her legs, as if though she was about to kick Isaiah. But a puzzled look formed on her face, as she took note of her victim's Prophet pose. She could of sworn she once saw her late father, positioning himself in a similar fashion. Before she could question Isaiah on this, she heard her phone give off a message alert. Sam put her foot down and pulled out her phone, reading the massage she just received to herself, though out loud.

"This is your therapist Sam. My ears are ringing. You aren't doing anything unnecessarily violent, are y-." Samantha ungracefully shoved her phone back into her pocket, pulling her long, black hair in frustration, before finally addressing Isaiah. "Let's settle this with a POW match." Ms. Gang grumbled. "That way people can see your faith fail to hold up, and YOU can see faith do you no good as my prisoner. Heh, unless you're so shaken up now, that ya can't resist the urge to wimp out." Samantha simply crossed her arms, waiting for Isaiah to respond to her challenge, both wrestlers now likely having something to prove.

Isaiah was half expecting a gun, but, was somewhat puzzled when his attacker's phone beep. It wasn't his place to pry, so he thought nothing of it, and apparently, neither did Samantha as she shoved it back into her pocket. It was also rather surprising that Sam would challenge him to a POW match, of all things. Isaiah stood up and brushed himself off. Isaiah thought a minute before responding, "That is an odd challenge, after all, if I win, I would probably just release you, because I will have no use for you. And even if I were to lose, I guarantee that Faith Shall Endure. So, in reality, there is no way this can end well for you. But, you seem to be the insistent kind, so I accept. But, do try and come to the arena sober, there is nothing more pathetic than a drunken wrestler..." Isaiah left the bar and headed to his hotel room. Isaiah decided not to use The Prophet in this match. Sam wasn't worthy of...him, yet...

Contrary to what Isaiah thought, Samantha had thought something of the text message she just received. Her therapist had successfully picked up on Samantha's current assault, and she had stopped the woman from attempting to kick Isaiah's face in. If this was faith at work, it seemed to be on Isaiah's side, at least for now. Ms. Gang instead challenged to fight this man in a more professional location. But upped the risk factor, by demanding a Prisoner of War match.

Samantha watched in annoyance, as Isaiah finally rose on this feet, shaking off the damage he took much quicker than she would've liked. Isaiah did accept the match. But Sam grit her teeth a little, when he advised she come to the ring sober, as if she'd ever get wasted before an official match. Regardless, he did still have a point. After all, alcohol did cause Samantha act even more rash and unstable then usual, as evident here. And if she were to win this bout, Ms. Gang would have to remain focused. "Sure thing..." Sam grunted bitterly, before going on about her day as well. The fruits of this fateful encounter were left to the unknown.

To Be Continued.