L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

“Boooooooooooo!”

The clash rang out and the audience’s jeers followed, making their disdain known. It was pure hate, and it was music to Eduardo’s ears. There was really nothing quite like pissing off a crowd, and in his experience, the Japanese made the best sounds. They always took the sport so seriously, had such reverence, that there was nothing quite like throwing it all back in their smug faces.

And the look on Viola’s face was the best thing of all. Really put it all together. It brought a wide smile on his face, even as the bell rang and the referee hurled obscenities his way.

”Sorry, chica.” He blew a kiss her way, before he lifted the chair up over his head. ”I simply couldn't resist.”

And he couldn't resist bringing that chair down into her body again, either. Not the first time he did, not the second time, and not even the third, as he mercilessly hammered her into the floor.

Bang

Bang

Bang

Each blow struck into her frame. Painfully. Mercilessly. Never endingly. Viola grunted out in pure pain, her head throbbing as violent, steel tipped blows drove against her alluring figure.

She hated it, hated herself for being blindsided. Why should she hate Eduardo? He was simply just like that.. she was disappointed in him.

She couldn’t bring herself to think much more. The pain wracked her already battered body, and Viola was starting to see spots. She groaned lightly. She had won, the bell had rung.. but yet he didn’t let up.

Perhaps it was due to it, he didn’t let up. Viola kept a protective grip on her face, shielding it and the mask.. as she was slowly starting to become littered with bruises and cuts, her vision failing her as she was on the verge of unconsciousness.

The bell was ringing, the match was over, and Eduardo’s illustrious LAW career was starting off with a loss admist a hail of boos.

For most wrestlers, this would’ve been a horrifying experience. The worst way to kick off a career in a new federation.

Eduardo could not have possibly given less of a shit.

After giving Viola one final, strong strike, he cast the chair aside and sighed, letting the relief flow through his body as he looked down at his battered opponent. No, that hadn't been the way he wanted to kick things off - a win would’ve been a far better way to cement his placement in the LAW hierarchy. But this wasn’t too bad of a second place, right? He was sending a message. Showing he was someone to be feared and respected.

He’d take it.

Now that he was satisfied - as satisfied as he was going to get, he tossed the chair aside and looked down the ramp, as security rushed towards them. A damn shame, he wouldn’t be able to do more with her…but then, he might as well save some for next time.

”Be seeing you, chica.” He gave her a quick pat on the butt, then rolled out of the ring, giving the personnel space as they tended to what was left of Viola. He only stopped to flip the crowd off, making his feelings known, before he made his way back up the ramp and slipped behind the curtain.