L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

After slamming Tilde down onto the canvas, Lynda would rise to her feet. Seeing Tilde sprawled out like that was a nice visual treat. The Serpent liked admiring her handiwork. After gazing a little longer, she moved on with her offense. She grabs Tilde's wrist, pulls her onto her knees, proceeding to plant her boot into the side of the woman's head for an Arm-Clutch Kneeling Big Boot. If successful, she would attempt to slip outside the ring and quickly search for a table underneath the apron. She pulls one out and begins to set it up.

Spoiler

Tilde found herself on the receiving end of a devastating combination as before she could recover from the last attack made against her, Lynda forced her up and delivered a vicious kick to her head. Everything went dark for just a moment. Then when the lights returned she looked up to see Lynda finishing setting up the table. A sudden realization dawned on her as she watched and she quickly got up to rash at Lynda and tackle her trying to regain control before her opponent could put an end to this fight.

With Tilde knocked down, Lynda got to work, quickly attempting to unfold the legs and flip the wooden table over in preparation for the big finale. Unbeknownst to the German woman, her opponent began to stir and was recovering in the background. Tilde HAD to have a sort of iron jaw...Bouncing back from a Big Boot like that showed an intense amount of resilience, enough to reward Tilde with the opportunity to turn the tables, no pun intended, on her foe. Just as Lynda finished setting her table up, the masked woman was assaulted by her opponent, who struck from her blind spot, catching the snake-themed grappler off guard. The German woman is taken to the floor with a stiff grunt as Tilde's tackle successfully hits its mark.

Now with the table between the ropes, Tilde knew she had to be careful. A part of her wanted to go for the winning play right away but it would be reckless and she convinced herself that was not the right move just yet.

Instead, she would stand up, pulling Lynda's arms up before she'd plant her foot on the woman's chest going to deliver four rapid stomps before going for the final one to the head, with which she would let go, hoping for the other woman to hit the mat with the back of her head.

Lynda lay on the ground outside, grunting and groaning as she writhed in pain. That tackle really screwed her up. It felt like a brick wall was thrown at her or something. Tilde was strong, but the German woman was resilient in her own right. She tries to get back up, but Tilde quickly follows up on her assault with a series of stomps to the masked woman's chest, eliciting another chorus of groans and yells as the lilac-haired woman plants her boot deep into the snake-themed submission specialist's upper body, ending the barrage with a brutal stomp to the back of her head which puts Lynda in a daze.

Tilde stood over her opponent, breathing heavily, she expected her to rise but it seemed that at least for the moment, she was down. It was a pleasant surprise as for the most part, Lynda managed to find a way to turn things around whenever Tilde started to get an advantage.

Gifted with such an opportunity, the French fighter was going to capitalize. She would get her opponent in position, before lifting her in position for a powerbomb which she'd try to deliver straight through the table. It was risky but she doubted she would get a better chance.

Lynda lay across the floor, body searing with pain as she writhed in agony. The masked woman was seemingly out of it, unresponsive to Tilde's actions as the Frenchwoman lifted her opponent with ease. Lynda seemed as good as a sack of potatoes with how dominantly Tilde carried her. Once in position, the lilac-haired woman intended to set the German woman up for a Powerbomb. This could be it!!! One strong move would send Lynda straight through the table, and Tilde had PLENTY of power to drive her through. The crowd sat on the edges of their seats, ready to witness a true spectacle. However, as Lynda was lifted, she planted her hands against Tilde's shoulders, pushing off her opponent and escaping the hold. She lands on her feet but quickly springs forward, having found her second wind as she tackles Tilde with a Lariat straight across her upper chest, sending the woman down to the floor and collapsing beside her, having escaped the jaws of defeat narrowly as both women now lay on the outside.

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Tilde was sure it was it, just a second more, a single move... Then it all slipped out of her grasp. Lynda suddenly got free and falling from her elevated position delivered a lariat with all her weight behind her. Tilde collapsed to the ground, the back of her head again hitting the floor as she started to see black spots and her vision blurred, she tried reaching her hand up, but could hardly do so. Was that going to be the end of this fight for her?

Lynda felt her muscles aching...The unyielding powerhouse that was Tilde Voclain was hard to deal with. She had nearly suffered her first defeat at the hands of that bull of a woman. She grits her teeth, tightening her fists as her face remains pointed down at the canvas, seemingly enraged. She then turned her head toward the downed lilac-haired wrestler and showed that...She was smiling? The German woman felt joy and pride within her heart. What a splendid match! What a fantastic opponent. Character roles aside, La Serpiente felt nothing but respect for Tilde. Someone who could push her this far in such a short period was undeniably worth a round of praise. If not for her having to keep up her role, she would've openly credited Tilde and extended a hand out to help her so they could continue their fight. However, she had to curtain drawn over their match, utterly refusing to break character.

"Well Tilde...I would say that this has been fun, but-...I think we all knew how this would end. And so, o' mighty modern-day 'Heracles'...your tale shall end here and now. Here you remain at your wits end, soon to be swallowed whole...Your story, while commendable, has only led to your downfall. But such a fate 'twas inevitable. Listen well, Tilde...Take pride in being devoured by the single-most terrifying serpent to ever slither across the surface of this world." She stands on her feet, trying hard to ensure that her knees don't give out before the potential ending of this fight. She grabs Tilde and lifts her, setting her onto her knees. She looks her in the eyes, trying to maintain her villainous persona. However, the eyes were the windows to the soul. If Tilde looked carefully, she'd see that Lynda's gaze wasn't filled with malice or contempt but a sense of admiration and respect. "Now I shall leave your body splayed out before this gazing audience...Broken and defeated." She said, lifting the Frenchwoman onto her feet before turning her around. Lynda presses her back to Tilde's, lining her up and preparing her for a Gory Bomb!!! If Tilde could not escape, her fate would be sealed by being sent through the prepared table face-first...

If Successful

Tilde's mind was a blur, clearing up slow, too slow. She started to recognise the sound in time to hear Lynda speak, hardly noticing that she was being lifted at all. As she listened, trying and failing to summon her strength, she noticed something off. It was almost like it was someone else speaking, the venom in the words not at all reflecting in the expression she found on her opponent's face. The confusion that followed was brief as Tilde was helpless to stop her opponent from delivering the finishing blow and as Tilde plummeted down, the crack of the table was the last thing she heard before her vision went completely dark and she was left, splayed in the wreckage for all to see.