L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

”Wait, wait, wait-”

Chun Li did not wait. Instead, as Brad was struggling to right himself, she brought her foot up, stretched it out, and tapped him lightly on the chest, with just enough force to tip him off. Gravity did the rest of the work, and the next thing he knew, he was hitting the way with a splash so massive that he almost certainly lowered the waterline by a solid foot.

The crowd looked on and laughed as he thrashed below the water, spinning around in the roiling depths. His head would come up ever so often, as he took in deep breaths and struggled to stay. ”Ah, fuck! Help! Can’t fucking swim, can’t-”

The referee's bellowed proclamation accompanied Chun's hand being raised into the night sky and rallied applause for the fighter who didn't go on a rampage which endangered the safety of the passengers. A serene breath taken to help settle the adrenaline coursing through her veins now that the fight was decided as a life preserver was chucked at Brad's head by a reluctant lifeguard to ensure the dirty fighter didn't drown in the deep end. Chun-li musing that maybe this would have Brad cool down and perhaps think twice before underestimating his adversary. "Now than, where was I..." The martial artist taking her winning's, which Interpol regulations decried be confiscated, and approached her overjoyed informant with every intention of continuing her assignment.