L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

After many a thrashing of Oscar and his friends with a hockey stick, Drake was getting some much deserved comeuppance. As Drake crawled away, Oscar raised his hockey stick and brought it down on Drake’s back with all his might!
THWACK!
Drake screamed in pain and rolled/thrashed around. Oscar’s hit was so powerful that the hockey stick broke in half, denying Drake his favorite weapon for the rest of the fight!

Oscar appeared admittedly shocked when the stuck broke against Drake- blinking at it with a surprised look on his face as he stared at the splintered stick in his hand. Oscar shrugged and tossed the remains of the weapon over his shoulder before he started climbing onto the hood og Drake's truck. If all went to plan, Oscar sought to punish Drake's back further by jumping off of the hood and looking to crash down on Drake with senton bomb!

After Drake’s flailing from the hockey stick blow, the Colossus settled on all fours, trying to summon the strength to get up. Unfortunately for him, he was too slow. Oscar climbed up on the hood of Drake’s truck and leapt off. The crowd roared at Oscar coming down on Drake’s back with a senton bomb! Drake cried out in pain and waw slammed prone again.

With the senton bomb successfully landing it's mark on Drake, Oscar got right to work punishing the Colussus for his arrogance as his arm wrapped around the front of Drake's head- snaring the underside of his neck and leaning backward to bend his spine as he sought to apply a dragon sleeper hold on Drake! Oscar made sure the hold was nice and tight- applying as much pressure on Drake as it possibly could!

The theme was payback as Oscar began wrenching Drake's neck with a Dragon Sleeper.
"Ghhhk!"
Drake's arms began flailing wildly before settling on punching Oscar in the ribs. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have a good angle to do enough damage to break free. So Drake pounded away on Oscar's side to little effect. As his vision blurred and his punching slowed, Drake switched tactics. He turned towards Oscar as much as he could a wrapped one arm around Oscar's leg and the other around Oscar's torso. He then hoisted Oscar up and attempted to bring him down with an Angle Slam... on the hood of his truck!

Oscar's eyes looked like they were bugging out of his head as Drake powered his way out of the Dragon sleeper, letting out a startled shout followed by a cry of pain as Drake slammed the Barbarian Prince onto the hood of the truck- causing him to arch his back and grit his teeth before rolling off the hood and hitting the ground. Oscar's bare back seemed to form a shade of purple from bruising as he tried to fight through the pain and get back on his feet!

Drake laughed maniacally at Oscar writhing in pain. He walked over to his overturned trash can of weapons and grabbed his baseball bat.
”And here we are, number 46, who is looking amazing by the way, approaches the downed Oscar Whorelash! He’s focused, winding up, and gonna take a SWIIIIING!” yelled Drake in a sports commentator’s voice.
Drake then swung his bat in horizontal arc to nail a kneeling Oscar in the guts.

Oscar sucked in some breath as Drake's voice caught his attention, glancing over as he spotted Drake fish out a baseball bat out of his trash can full of weapons- a further reminder of how underprepared Oscar was for this match... and just how out of his element was. Still- Oscar refused to allow Drake another win over him as he clenched a hand into his fist and fought through the pain as he pushed with his other hand to roll out of the way of Drake's incoming swing!!

Oscar once again showed great agility for his size and rolled to the side to dodge Drake’s swing. With no Oscar there, Drake couldn’t stop himself from swinging through and smashing his truck’s headlights with the baseball bat. In a blind fury, Drake followed Oscar and yeeted the baseball bat at the Barbarian Prince. Or so he thought. The baseball bat wasn’t a baseball, so the bat went wide and embedded itself in the truck’s driver side window with a loud crunch.
”AW COME ON!!”
Drake stood there staring at his ruined car with a stunned expression on his face

Oscar physically cringed as Drake's truck took ANOTHER ugly blow. The Barbarian Prince almost felt bad for Drake at this point- but he wasn't going to admit that to one of his meanest rivals. Seeing that Drake was utterly flabbergasted, Oscar would get to his feet and attempt to snare his arms around Drake's torso.
"Damn, dude. I REALLY don't think insurance is going to cover that one"
With sharp wit and sharper reflexes, Oscar attempted to toss Drake backwards with a German suplex- trying to dunk Drake's head into the floor before bridging his body for a pin attempt!