L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The Shadowcat adamantly remembered how Zane's obnoxious fratboys assisted with him with his cocktail chicanery earlier in the match, and hoped that with one feral glare directed straight towards the hooligans that they would get the message about what could befall them if they aim to take advantage of the No Disqualifications stipulations any further than they already have. An adherence towards basic fire safety ensured that whatever knocked over candles were swiftly snuffed out by audience members and ringside security personnel once Blake's savage snap suplex capsized whatever party food and silverware were now littered all around the warring duo. Blake remaining splayed out with a flinched grimace until beginning to shuffle onto the floor, recuperating herself from a brutal landing that was still preferable to Zane's overturned experience. "So...*hic*...has gettin' me hammered worked out like you thought?" Blake queried as she started yanking Zane off the table by his arm and into a side headlock, noticing the punch bowl filled with apples on another table and hauling him towards the bowl. Blake having every intention of dunking him head first into its ice-cold depths to see how well he played Bobbing For Apples...