L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Looping her arms around Lara's waist and under her armpits, it proved effortless for Marzia to scoop her off the ground - both from the discrepancies in size between the two of them, and from how weary and hopeless the blue-haired girl had become. Marzia threw her weight backward and carried Lara with her, sending her crashing down against the canvas. A moment later, her body went limp as the last vestiges of strength left her, and Marzia straightened herself, dusting off her hands.

Marzia bit her lip as she looked back to see where Lara had landed. She just wanted to end the match at this point, before something happened to get Lara seriously hurt. The girl had suffered enough already, and she didn't want to have to drag things out further. But she also remembered what Gail had told her; that she needed to establish she wasn't messing around and that she was willing to do anything to stand up to those in her way. She needed to send a message, to tell all those in doubt that she was dangerous. Marzia knew she was going to have to end with a bang, and with the sort of submission expertise that had caught her trainer's eye in the first place. Now that Lara was far from any hope of escape, it looked about time.

Marzia huffed, moving in toward where Lara had fallen in the center of the ring, and kneeled to her level. She got down behind the lightweight, wrapping an arm around her throat to drag her up from the mat. Pulling Lara to a limp seated position, Marzia grit her teeth and held down on the pressure, compressing Lara's neck between her forearm and bicep to hold off a sleeperhold!

The situation that Lara was in was seeming to be getting worse, despite the fact that she didn't think that it could. Her body was in shambles, and her mind was clouded with the dark fog of looming unconsciousness. At this point, her hope of getting accepted had been drowned out by a sea of just wanting to make it out of here alive. Why was it so hard to be an alien in wrestling?

It would matter little, in the end, as Marzia pulled the bluenette up into a sitting position and began to choke her out with a sleeperhold.

"Ack! Ugh... Ouh..."

She clawed at her foe's arms in an attempt to free herself, but it was totally futile. She was fading fast. She didn't want to give up, but she knew that she had to. This was the end of the line. A shameful end.

"I.. I gi... gi..." But before she could finish, she lost consciousness, and went limp.

Marzia's body was tense. Her teeth were clenched, and her arm was locked on tight around Lara's throat, pressing against her trachea with as much force as she could bring to bear. Marzia just wanted the match to be over so that she wouldn't have to keep beating up on her unfortunate and outmatched foe. At least, that was what she told herself - but she couldn't help but feel something else grasp her now. Her heart was pounding and her breath quickened, a tingling sensation going through her body as she could feel the life draining out of the blue-haired girl. She anticipated the moment she'd break, not only for how it would end the match, but also because, on some level, it thrilled her. Was this how it felt, to be powerful? To be successful?

Either way, it didn't matter what Lara did. Her fate was sealed. She began to express her surrender, but just then, her body went limp. Marzia could feel her grow heavy and slack, and let her go, where she fell against the canvas. The ref ran over to check Lara - but soon enough, it became clear she wasn't getting back up. The bell was signaled, and Marzia's arm was raised as the referee took her side.

"Here is your winner, MARZIA SERVELLI!"

The reception she got was mixed. Some of the fans cheered for her, seeing her reach a victory after so long and less than fortunate of a career she'd had up to this point. Others, however, met her victory with boos. It hardly seemed like a fair fight when one compared the two womens' sizes and readiness, and Lara simply couldn't match up. Marzia bit the inside of her cheek, hearing this. She asked herself if it was worth a victory when so many people, it seemed, were so angry at her.

But she shook her head. She couldn't let that get to her. She had so much more ahead of her. She had to say something, and she turned next to the mic, barking a few bruesque words into it.

"And...if anyone thinks I can't make it, I just want to say to you...you're gonna end up like her!"

Winner by Knockout: Marzia Servelli