L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

That sucked. That sucked a lot. Totally. Betsy wasn’t out, though. As much as her back hurt, as winded as she was feeling, she was still awake and aware, for the most part. Breathing was difficult, but not impossible. She was okay. She was still alive.

And then Rosie straddled her waist, and she realized things were about to get so much worse.

She brought her hands up to defend, but she was too slow, and the first shot slipped through, bashing her square in the face and rebounding her skull against the mat. Another followed, and one after that. Left, right, left, right. Monotonous movements, but it hardly mattered when she was too slow to do anything. She bucked, squirmed, and tried her best to defend herself, but there wasn’t much she could do in the face of such a relentless onslaught.

Her lip busted open - when she couldn't tell - and her mouth filled with the taste of blood. Her vision grew darker with each strike. She was starting to fade, drifting off, her cries turning into pathetic whimpers, and still the punches rained down. Her arms fell to the side, her movements grew still, and then…

…

Rosie Knuckles sent punch after punch for Betsy's face. No boxing, no rules, just bare knuckle brawling at it's finest, meant to take out her blonde opponent once and for all. The referee warned her of disqualification if she continued, but the Pink-Haired Pugilist knew she had to make the absolute most of this advantage while she had it, or risk any kind of come back.

She felt Betsy's head thrashing side to side with each punishing blow, and her own fists feeling the pain from each strike. And the warm blood splashed upon her fists as well from Lincoln. She had certainly done the damage she set out to do.

The referee counted to four and then Rosie stood up abruptly, knowing she needed to practically leap off of Betsy before she got too lost in her blood lust now. She started stomping past Betsy and to the ropes and let out a roar with her fists clenched at her sides, crimson dripping from them.

Meanwhile, the official checked on Betsy. Rather than go for a standard ten count, she opted to make it quicker, knowing that Lincoln's situation was dire. She lifted up the blonde's arm once, and let it drop. Twice. And then a third time. And she sounded for the bell before motioning for a medical team to come in while Rosie's theme song played.

Rosie would then fall to one knee, wincing before shaking her head. She then forced a smirk on her face as the crowd gave her a mixed reaction, equal parts cheering and booing her win loudly. The adrenaline from this series of attacks finally wearing off, and Rosie stood back up and held her fist high in the air, but only briefly. She would then favor her hurt shoulder, putting her hand to it. It felt extremely sore, and she was fortunate that Betsy hadn't put as much focus on it.

The referee went to raise her arm, but Knuckles motioned for her to raise her other arm. The ref complied and Knuckles kept her opposite hand on the air again for a moment before favoring her shoulder again. Her mind still felt a little fuzzy, and she'd definitely want to get check out by the medical team later.

But for now, Rosie was satisfied with her win as she began to leave the ring, paying Lincoln no mind. She kneeled by the ropes as a camera came at her, and she smirked, waving a hand for it to get closer. "You never count me out. Never. Or you get fucked up like that!" shouted Knuckles, pointing back at Betsy Lincoln.

Then Rosie Knuckles rolled out of the ring, heading to the back. She had managed to pull out a win and showed that despite her current injury, she could still go and put on an outstanding brawl. And there was no quit in her despite it too.

Winner: Rosie Knuckles