L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Courtney really didn't have any words as she was getting beat up. As soon as she can say something she did. "I am supposed to trash talk. I am a heel." She said to her.



Something like that would probably backfire, or nothing would happen because she wouldn't care. One thought that Courtney didn't think of is that maybe she will use her own words against her.



She got a hard punch in her lower stomach section. She gasps again. She really is trying to warn her stomach. She's going to need a lot of medicine and pain/reflux stuff to help heal her stomach. Yeah, she can tell it's going to be one of those rainy days.

The answer Nefretiri receives is dumbfounding. She's.. she's a what?! She stares at her, blank for a few seconds, unsure whether to be angry at the idea that this girl is trying to play a role with her, or that she seems to lack the pride to simply be herself!

Which, admittedly, is a little rich coming from the Egyptian with a beyond elaborate gimmick. She'd argue there's a difference! But that's splitting hairs right now. And being angry feels far more rewarding and cathartic.

"You..." Her left hand reaches for Courtney's neck to seize and force her figure to straighten against the turnbuckle. Her face lingers close to Courtney's, purple eyes blazing and her voice a seethe. "..are you treating this like a game, devil-girl?" With a firm torque, she attempts to yank the girl out of the corner again and promptly hiptoss her down to the mat.

She wasn't entirely sure which way she wanted to take things until then. But the first thing she wants, she now knows - she wants her screaming a submission.