L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Mimi turned to the crowd for a moment, reveling in their cheers. "Oh! Oh! I have an idea! I'll throw you int-" She paused as she turned back to look at her prey, only to notice she was no longer there. After a few slow, confused blinks she finally spotted the librarian trying to get on the apron.

"Oh come on! Fifi already has a playmate!" The smaller sister would pout and charge at Nix, trying to push her into the solid edge of the ring.

In the ring, Fifi had a problem of her own. She looked down at Kara with a worried look after slamming her. "Hey, you still awake? Hellooooooo." She poked her opponent's face a few times trying to get a response but Kara seemed pretty out of it.

Fifi tucked her hands under the punk's arms and lifted her up before shaking her like a rag doll. This was horrible. She needed Kara to wake up. If she didn't... then who would she get to play with?!

With Fifi’s insistent prodding and shaking, a flicker of awareness returned to Kara’s eyes. Her focus returned. Her gut was telling her to stay still, to play possum. She clamped down on the reflex to breathe too deeply, keeping her body limp even as her senses began to slowly return her grip. But she needed Nix to know.

As Fifi continued shaking her once more, Kara let her left hand twitch—just barely—against the mat. A subtle, almost imperceptible tap. Once. Twice. A finger sliding through the dust of the canvas. A silent signal. Of course, her sister caught it. From the corner of her eye, even as Mimi bore down on her with a charge, Nix’s focus split. She immediately registered the signal: alright, new plan.

Nix didn’t slow her scramble toward the apron. She let Mimi commit to the tackle, let the distance close—and then, at the last possible second, she planted her feet and stopped. Expecting Mimi’s momentum to carry her forward, Nix needed to react. She coiled her legs and launched herself forward in a sharp, explosive arc, driving her shoulder directly into the oncoming Mimi.

Inside the ring, Kara’s limp body suddenly snapped to life. The moment Fifi’s attention wavered—drawn by the commotion outside—Kara’s arm shot out, her fist driving hard into Fifi’s exposed gut.

Nix was a clean fighter, but Kara held no such honor.