L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Sachiko's partners in crime had taken to the ring, looking to save their leader from a certain defeat at the hands of the newcomer. It was true - the Heartbreakers had sworn loyalty to one another like any other gang would, and when one of them needed help, the others would always be ready to pitch in. Often times, this had led to run-ins and interferences during or after matches, usually leading to the would-be aggressor being hopelessly pounded into dust by the other two girls. But this time, Sachiko had called her teammates to her side...and it still hadn't been enough. Janet had taken them down just as quickly and as easily as she had done with her.

Sachiko had been the first of them to be sent down for the count, but the others weren't far behind. Now, splayed out on the canvas, Sachiko could only stare up at the lights as Janet tore through Kyoko and Misako one by one. She was teetering on the edges of unconsciousness herself, but as Janet lifed Misako higher, their bodies silhouetted as they blocked the lights overhead, Sachiko's eyelids fluttered open, just long enough to see what was about to happen to her. Just enough for her blood to run cold in her veins, knowing that it was hopeless to resist.

And then, Janet threw Misako down on top of the sukeban. The canvas shook; Sachiko coughed and wheezed as the air was steamrolled out of her lungs against the weight of her own teammate. She could feel the last gasps of strength leaving her as she let out a groan, and her muscles went slack. By the time the ring stopped shaking, it had all gone dark.

When the referee's hand hit the mat once more, that still hadn't changed. "3!!!"

The bell rang, and the match was over. But everyone still watched in shocked silence, eyes wide and mouths agape. This was Janet's first match, and already she had demolished the Heartbreakers with ease! What else could possibly be in store for her?

The count was made and the bell was ring but hardly no one in the crowd had made a sound. Even as the Jets theme music began to play they all watched in stunned silence as the pale woman gave one last disappointed look at the girls she had just beat before making her way out of the ring. She gave no shits about fanfare or “celebrating” her win. The match as a whole was nothing more than a disappointment with a few annoyances mixed in.

And so she left the crumbled remains of the heartbreakers and their reputation in the dirt behind her as she casually climb up the ramp and into the back room. At which point was when the crowd finally picked up their jaws finally begin to cheer the surprising dominator of the fight tonight. Yet many had the same thoughts going on in their heads as they looked back at the carnage in the ring.

How will the heartbreakers, or their reputation rather. Possibly recover from this.