L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Disrespect and dominance; picture-perfect. A stiff boot, mounting a soft cheek, pinning down a lost face into the mat, leaving nothing but a ceremonious count. She watched the referee drag their feet, reluctance in their pausing arm. Fairness didn’t apply, huh? Maybe it's her imagination. Seconds passed like eternities, eclipsing but ageing her heart as the second hand bore down. A restless crowd joined the anticipation, chants, raves, and slugging poisonous words from her lips. Her eyes averted, glancing at the front-row spectators, who slapped the barricade, rallying noise and support for the pinned adversary. With one hand, she blew a kiss. Their call met deaf ears; three struck without a hitch. The loudest noise became the collective breath, stringing voices of open conversations, and the bell. She kept her foot purchased there, crossing her arms and leaning forward, watching their countenance. Claps rang like an empty tunnel, singing closer as the domino effect swallowed the whole arena. From those on their feet, stomping their feet, and a simple chant aroused, “I-Chi-Ka! I-Chi-Ka!”

Again and again. It didn’t stop. Finally, Karla relieved her boot, stepping away as she swivelled, analyzing the crowd’s pop with a frozen expression. Before long, she smirked, turning back. Kneeling at their side, Karla slapped their cheek, once to check her status, the next for glee.

“Seems like you’re a star, mein freund.”

She chuckled but still felt an unsatisfying itch beneath her bemusement. Something was missing. Something to remember her by. Fetching a red collar from her pocket, she hoisted it, showing the crowd the satisfying intention before lowering it again, unclipping it, and wrapping it around their neck. A click.

Afterward, she spotted the chair; crumpled and dented, the tool that began the heated match. A twisted thought sparked, prompting Karla’s hand to delve into that hair and yank, trying to drag them into a stance. An arm enveloped their neck from the front, arching them back, then retreated three steps. The chair sat beneath Ichika’s head, primed and eager to punish another skull. They needed no long wait; she executed the Blackout a second time, spiking Ichika’s head on the chair before rolling out of the ring. Once at ringside, the crowd universally deplored the action, unleashing a siege of boos, thumbs down, and a slew of curses to those who thought they could reach her ears. She soaked it all in while scaling the rampway, raising her arms above her head, doing a full spin, then blowing one last kiss before disappearing backstage. She needed a nap. Asap.

A defeat has never been so total for the bluenette fighter. With a boot on her face like a conquered obstacle with Karla standing high. Wheezes came out of her puffed out cheek. Glassy eyes fluttering open and shut. Slipping in and out of consciousness as she gets drowned in her own world. The sound of the bell rang through her ears and pierced her soul. A tear dropped down her cheek. Quite unsure if it’s for her defeat or the crowd that rallied behind her, chanting her name from the top of their lungs, some tearing up a bit themselves.

But then she felt Karla by her side. Still a blur covered her vision, a little blinded by the lights as well. Whimpers escaped her mouth for the two stinging slaps. Groans came out of her mouth in an attempt to reply back but only came up with slurs. Eyes widened, lips turning dry at the sight of the collar right between Karla’s fingers. She let out low grunts as protests when the collar finally ensnared her neck. An unwanted memento from this gruel fight.

Still, she was pulled upright. Her head spun crazy. The mat felt like a quagmire trying to devour her back down as her knees wobbled. She followed her like a marionette doll at every tug of her hair. Her arms limp like wood right beside her with her shoulders slumped. Catching glimpse of the dented chair that she used, panic befell her awakening her senses. She stomped her feet, arms grabbed Karla to try to stop her. But she could only do so much as she was then spiked to it with another Blackout. The clang of her skull against the steel touched all ears and pierced all hearts. Pitch black engulfed her vision as she rolled spread eagled to the mat. She felt nothing but her mellowed breaths and her chest heaving slowly along with it as dizziness coaxed her mind.