L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Noelle couldn't believe this. Mimosa was always so quiet that the Spaniard hadn't had the slightest idea that her cousin was interested in the same boy that she had been. Yet apparently Mimosa had been obsessed with him that her feelings towards Noelle had turned to hatred over him. Seeing that th Englishwoman had finally calmed down and wanted to talk, Noelle chose to exercise patience. "I'm listening," she said, frankly having absolutely no clue where Mimosa was about to go with this.

Looking away and taking some deep breaths, her frame trembling, Mimosa tried to calm herself and consider what she was going to say. She certainly hadn't been very kind to her dear cousin throughout this match, but now was the time to sort things out. Working up the nerve to speak, Mimosa turned to Noelle. "Noelle, look, it wasn't about the boy. I did really like him, but I was hurt because I thought you would've knew that. You're my best friend. You're my cousin, I love you. But I know I'm quiet, I'm sorry for just thinking you should have known, and for being so cruel in this fight." Spying her designer bra, Mimosa went to pick it up, offering it to the Spaniard so that she could properly cover up her breasts. Giving Noelle a soft smile, Mimosa hopes that this would be the end of the toxicity.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what exactly I'd have done, but I still wish I had known to be able to do something at all. If you want to be heard... you gotta speak, Mimosa," Noelle said. "I love you too." Noelle walked past the top that Mimosa held out to her, and instead went in to hug her cousin, chest to chest, before moving to take her bra as she pulled away once it was over.

"I'm glad we figured this out. I was truly upset when I realized you hated me, and it only got worse when I couldn't get you to tell me why," Noelle said as she redressed herself. "Well, we're tied at one, so the next round decides the match," said the Spaniard as she dropped into a wrestling stance. "Let's see what a match between us should really look like.

Mimosa's hands shook as she held out a lacy designer bra for Noelle to cover up with. The redhead desperately hoped her apology would be accepted and that her dear cousin would forgive her for her aggressive and bitter attitude. An audible sigh of relief came from Mimosa as Noelle immediately understood, there was the kind girl she remembered from childhood. "Yes...I understand. I can't blame my dear cousin. You only ever looked out for me." Mimosa acknowledged.

Yelping a little as Noelle unexpectedly went for a tit-to-tit hug, Mimosa reciprocated once she got over the sensation in her nipples. Witnessing Noelle reclothing and her fighting spirit, Mimosa knew she'd have to fight well to keep up in this final round. Disorientation and anger wouldn't aid her any more. "Right!"

The bell rang to restart the action, and although it was the signal for the third and final round, it felt to Noelle like the start to an entirely new match. As if the first two rounds had been a match of hate that had ended in a 1-1 draw, and now this second match of love would be the true decider as to which of the cousins was the better wrestler. Noelle liked that feeling.

Noelle had backed up a bit after hugging Mimosa, so that there was some space for the two to work with. The Spaniard would try to use hers by immediately jumping up off the ground and leaning back as if she were going to fire of a dropkick at her cousin, but it was a feint. Noelle kept her jump more to a low hop and quickly landed, instead trying to land and sweep Mimosa's legs out from underneath her to but the Englishwoman down on her back.

Mimosa shared Noelle's excitement and feeling of a new beginning to the match as the bell rang for the 2 cousins to go at it once more. This time victory wouldn't be born of spite, only competition. Noelle was the first to come out swinging, feigning a dropkick. Mimosa backed up and blocked for a dropkick that never came. As a sweep came for her feet the Englishwoman barely avoided it by lifting her foot and stepping on Noelle's own. "'Gotcha!" Mimosa declared as she pounced at Noelle.

Noelle's feint worked to fool Mimosa into defending herself from the Spaniard's attack incorrectly, but it turned out that was enough for Noelle's real attack to actually land. Although the orange haired wrestler was unable to block or preempt her cousin's attack, she able to dodge it by moving her feet out of the way, then trap Noelle's foot to keep her from getting away.

As Mimosa pounced forward at Noelle, the silver haired princess fell onto her butt so that she could pull her other leg up and use it to protect herself. She shot it out, striking her cousin in the stomach to knock her away. Then Noelle, not feeling very aggressive, nor in a good position to try to follow up, pulled her now freed leg back towards herself before rolling backwards to get up.

As Mimosa pounced at Noelle, the Spaniard was provided the split-second opportunity to use her now free leg to fall back and kick Mimosa in the stomach. The Englishwoman went sprawling back, getting on one knee and trying to get her breath back. Mimosa couldn't help but look at Noelle with admiration, feeling like a child again. "You pack a mean kick, Noelle!"

"Heh, thanks Mimosa, but I promise you that I'm packing more than just kicks," Noelle said as she ran at her cousin, looking to turn her defense into offense. With Mimosa down on a knee, the Spaniard would try to reach over her body to grab the Englishwoman by the back of her head and her shoulder, so that she could throw Mimosa down onto her stomach.

If Noelle succeeded, then she would jump up, intending to land butt first into the middle of Mimosa's back for a Senton. If that worked, then the silver haired princess would adjust herself so that she could pull her cousin into a Camel Clutch. But there would be a slight modification. Rather than trying to pull Mimosa's head as far up and back as possible, Noelle would try to tilt Mimosa's head back so that she was looking up at the ceiling. At least until Noelle lean over her and started trying to Breast Smother her!

Mimosa tried to get up but Noelle's aggressive style was overwhelming. Getting grabbed by the back of the head, Noelle threw Mimosa onto her stomach before landing her butt on Mimosa's back. "Ngh, and here I thought all was forgiven." Mimosa quipped before she was pulled into a camel clutch/breastsmother combo!