L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Fingers rallied into a failed loose fist; a dead bug's legs. Still a picture of splattered Pirate — spilled sweat. She filled her lungs at tenth capacity, and exhaled, open-mouthed and plastered.

“TEN!”

The bell rang. Cheers rose out.
There was a whimper in her somewhere, but she couldn’t find it. Time had yet to move for her.

Huan would stay in place as the count reached its end, the referee approaching her to rise her hand but to very little reaction as she would simply move her hand to her face to peel off the clotted blood still stuck to her. Then she would go over to her opponent and unceremoniously put her over her shoulder before making her way out of the ring. They had matters to set straight and there would be plenty of time for that now...