L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Drake heard the sound of Oscar being kicked and then felt himself dropped into a cold puddle on the ground. Meanwhile, the two unknown (and masked) figures pulled back and unzipped their hoodies to reveal themselves.

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The fans were stunned by the two statuesque twins approaching six feet standing before them. The crowd didn’t know who they were, but the boos erupted at the match’s invaders regardless. Given that it was a sanctioned street fight, they could interfere without consequence. Oscar was down, and no one was helping him now.

Drake came to and saw Oscar on the ground next to him. The Colossus rolled over onto his knees and slowly crawled over to the Barbarian Prince. Seeing Oscar was super resilient throughout his matches, Drake wasn’t leaving anything to chance on a pin. Drake pulled Oscar up to a seated position and took his back. The Colossus wrapped a meaty arm around Oscar’s neck and attempted to lock in a sleeper hold with a bodyscissors!

Just as Oscar was slowly starting to awake, Drake pounced on the Barbarian Prince first. Oscar was left completely punch-drunk from the twin roundhouse kicks and although there was some movement from his arms that left some fans hopeful that he could fight back and resist, it was nothing more than Oscar weakly dragging his arms through the asphalt on the ground. Drake's legs constricted around Oscar's body as his arms snapped around Oscar's neck- leaving Oscar fully locked into the deadly submission hold and taking it full force. Audience members tried screaming their hardest for Oscar to get back into the fight but alas, Oscar didn't offer much beyond a twitch in his hands. Oscar didn't even make much of a sound aside from a quiet cough as the ref slid in to check on the Barbarian Prince. Cameras zoomed in on Oscar's face to capture the lack of life on it and what might have been tears leaking from his eyes mixing in with the rain before zooming out to raise Oscar's arm and let it fall once... twice...

...

... then three times.

To the crowd's extreme displeasure, the move made by the unknown twin women was still considered legal due to the stipulations of the match. And as such, the ref signaled the match to end- and name Drake as the winner before trying to get Drake to let go of Oscar.

Normally, Drake would be boasting as he choked Oscar out and pose with his fallen opponent like a hunter’s trophy. All that went out the window after the grueling street fight they had. Drake, almost out of gas, had tunnel vision and was solely focused on maintaining his chokehold on Oscar. He didn’t notice Oscar was unconscious, didn’t notice his arm drop three times, and didn’t even hear the bell. Drake snapped out of his haze when he felt the referee tug on his arm and scream in his face that the match was over. Drake looked at Oscar, saw he was out cold, and let go. So exhausted was he that the Colossus simply collapsed and laid back on the ground, his chest heaving with every breath. Oscar also slumped against him out cold. It was a far cry from the glorious scene Drake intended when facing his rival.

The crowds watching the fight in person and in the arena were booing loudly. Some people were even crying. The twins, unmoved by the crowd’s emotions, stalked over to Oscar. They were not done. One of them hooked his arms behind his back in a chicken wing hold and raised him up. The other one slapped Oscar awake.
”We were told to tell you, ‘Blood for blood.’”
She then turned Oscar into a punching bag, unleashing a flurry of kicks on the Barbarian Prince’s torso. The twin holding Oscar turned him around and finished with a vicious headbutt that sent Oscar down onto the ground again.

Oscar's trip to dreamland was rudely interrupted as a sharp stinging psin in his cheek woke him up. Well, just barely. Oscar appeared groggy as he barely made out the face in front of him. The woman's words reached his ears before his battered and bruised body became a canvas of suffering- the woman pummeling his body relentlessly with kicks as the once proud Barbarian Prince offered zero resistance aside from some horse cries of pain.

Drake recovered and sat up. The Colossus grimaced, both from the pain wracking his body and from watching Oscar being mercilessly beaten down.
“Yo, who the fuck are you?!!”
The twins simultaneously turned from Oscar to stare at Drake.
“Our mutual client thought you could use some help on this one. You said you were outnumbered, after all.”
“And from the looks of it, you needed it. Don’t worry, we got it now. Thanks for softening him up for us.”
Drake barely heard them over the crowd’s boos. The twins moved to a drop bag of stuff and pulled out two steel chairs. They dropped one on the ground and slid it under Oscar’s head. One of the twins then raised the other chair, preparing to deliver a con-chair-to Oscar’s head. The crowd’s booing reached a fever pitch of people crying to help him.

The chair came down.
THWACK!!
Only instead of Oscar’s head, the chair came down on Drake Benton’s meaty arm, which blocked the flat side of the chair. The crowd immediately ceased booing and was stunned into silence.
“What the hell are you doing?! This is a payday for all of us!”
“This ain’t right… … Oscar is MINE! NOT YOURS! I’m better than him! I will beat him!! I’ll show YOU ALL! You will not ruin this for me!”

Drake wrenched the chair from the twin.
“Are we gonna have a problem here?”
“That’s up to you.”
The twins turned towards Drake, muscles tensing as they slowly adopted a combat ready stance. A wave of fear suddenly came over Drake as he realized he couldn’t take the twins right now. He could barely stand thanks to the damage Oscar dished out. Drake wavered for a moment but hid it as best he could as he stepped between the twins and Oscar. You could hear a pin drop in the arena as everyone was engrossed by the standoff.

Suddenly the alleyway lights flickered before it completely went dark. Soon the only light came from a cellphone at the opposite end of the alley that then illuminated the side of the face of a familiar attractive blonde as another light appear, the flame from the end of a lighter as it rose up to light the end of a cigarette before pulling the cig from her lips and exhaling the smoke as she strutted her way deeper into the alley hitting a button on the phone in the process as the alley light flickered back on, showing her in her black bikini and red jacket around the waist combo. "Hey you've seen what's been going on right? You're only a block away? Oh and you're bringing Rylie with you? She's bringing the bat and the rubber chicken?" She spoke in her cold monotone voice as she gave an amused giggle as she walked past the twins, narrowing her eyes in a cold stare at the two as she walked past them and strutted over to Drake, looking over at him as she cupped a hand to his chin, "Good, see you soon." She sang out in almost a taunting manner to the twins as she hung up the phone. She then lifted the hand that was cupping Drake's chin up, almost as if guiding him to a straighter posture as if attempting to restore a little more life to him before she turned around to wrap a arm around Drake's shoulder while her other hand rested on his chest as if helping to support him up as she looked to the twins. "If your client wanted Oscar defeated, it happened, so to that, congrats bitches. Now if you're trying to ruin his career as a bonus and also try to harm my man, then mission failed, better luck next time. So why don't you two go ahead and get lost before one or both of you end up choking on Rylie's chicken?"

Normally, lights going out in an alley meant you were about to be mugged. Drake instinctively tensed up until he saw the cell phone and lighter flame and breathed a sigh of relief. Cyndi made her entrance and moved beside Drake to back him up. Drake blushed furiously as she cupped his chin and helped him stand up straight to project strength.

Meanwhile the twins heard Cyndi’s taunting and stared at the new arrival. Their faces hid it well, but they were simultaneously doing the calculus of how a fight would go. They were positive they could take Drake. And they relished the prospect of facing Rylie and Katrina. That was, after all, one thing they were hired for. But with the wild card that was Cyndi in the mix too, the twins hesitated. After a tense moment of silence. The twins backed away.

A cell phone rang and one twin answered, listening to the client.
”Enough for now. Tell Oscar he can end this in an instant… by leaving the wrestling business for good. Until then, he will learn it is the way of the world for the sinner’s loved ones to suffer for his sins.”

The twins backed away cautiously into the shadows and vanished.

Cyndi stared intently until the twins vanished. She then turned around to give Drake a quick kiss on the cheek. "I seen you take that shot to protect your rival, that was a hell of a cool move. You ok baby?" She asked as she pulled away from Drake and walked over to Oscar taking another drag from her cigarette before pulling it from her lips and exhaling the smoke in an annoyed exhale. "Geeze, you two really kicked the shit out of each other tonight." She whispered as she crouched down over Oscar and then started to give a few light slaps to Oscar's cheek. "Oy, you're a Barbarian Prince, not a Disney Princess, wake the fuck up Samurai." She couldn't help but quote Cyberpunk 2077, after all it's part of her thing. Sure it wasn't a polite method of trying to wake up someone, but she did have genuine concern in her voice as she looked at Drake and jerked her head towards Oscar's direction as if to ask him to come help Oscar. "What was up with the twins?" She asked Drake as footsteps could be heard in the distance as Katrina and Rylie were closing in with Katrina continuing to run and Rylie propping her baseball bat over her shoulders as she stopped to look around.

Oscar's eyes slowly opened and closed one at a time as Cyndi lightly slapped his cheek, stirring back to reality. His eyes appeared glossy and glazed over as his hands found their way to the ground but only seemed strong enough to keep himself from falling back over, only being able to sit upright. Although he had trouble seeing, he at least heard the threat his attackers issued- unable to properly respond to them... although he would remember the threat. As he no longer heard anything from the crowd, the silence was starting to unnerve Oscar- who despite looking like he needed to take it easy would start rushing to try and stand.

Drake’s eyes went wide upon Cyndi complementing him defending Oscar and he blushed furiously.
”Aw well, you know, it didn’t feel right, you know… but yeah fuck that guy only I get to beat him!… Or you if you want to. But yeah that was a hell of a fight. Didn’t know the nerd had it in him. Wait are we on camera?!!”

When Cyndi started to wake Oscar up, Drake cautiously approached with her encouragement to help. Without missing beat, Drake, who had put 200 hours in Cyberpunk 2077, finished Cyndi’s sentence with, “We got a city to burrrn!”

When Oscar tried standing up, Drake went over, at Cyndi’s insistence, and caught and stabilized Oscar.
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen the bitches before. Hey they’re gone, man, take it easy.”

When Katrina and Rylie arrived, Drake almost dropped Oscar to instinctively start throwing hands, but held onto him until told otherwise. “Oh hi, uh, I didn’t do this shit to him… Okay I did like 95% of this to him but like the, uh, most recent 5% was not me!”