L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Garlim stood up, still panting, putting one of her hands behind her neck, staring at Alaina as she paced back and forth. Garlim couldn't help but feel a wave of mixed emotions, because just when she was giving it her all, it seemed that the match had ended due to a time limit. No one had ever told her before that this kind of stipulation existed in a single match!

But what she hated most was not being able to finish the job herself. How would she explain this to her friends? Alaina seemed to be complaining about it to the referee, making it clear that neither of them was happy with the result. But... How were they supposed to resolve this now that the match was over? Garlim looked around for answers. Until she looked at the announcer at the commentator's table, and something clicked. “... This is, entertainment...” The blonde goddess walked towards the ropes of the ring and extended one of her hands towards the commentator's table, signaling for them to hand her the microphone. “Don't keep me waiting, give me your microphone!” Garlim said in a firm voice but with a touch of emotion.

Garlim wasn't the most eloquent person, but she wasn't going to back down from a clear challenge. She knew that if she left it at that, it would be the second time she would have an unfinished fight with Alaina, and she wouldn't rest easy if she didn't try something to resolve this issue once and for all. So she would take the initiative in an area where she rarely excelled, something essential to wrestlers where she lacked.

Garlim took the microphone and, even with her hand on her swollen neck, approached Alaina until they were face to face. "... We can end this here and now, ignore the rules, and fight until they clearly come to separate us again... But I'm not going to run away, I'm not like that... No more draws, no more limits, no more distractions. Just us, in the ring, fighting until one of us gives up." Garlim took a step forward, her gaze fixed on Alaina, and her voice became hoarse and deep.

“I want to see you give up, Alaina. I want to see you scream in defeat, and I want to be the one to make it happen.” The audience was speechless at what they were hearing; it was the first time Garlim had proposed such a challenge so openly.

Alaina glared back at Garlim and smiled. "Tell me where and when but listen honey, if you think you are walking out with the win you are crazy. I know you think you are better than everyone. I know you look down on me. Your arrogance will be your undoing and I would be more than happy to show that off to the world by beating you." Alaina said as she kept her stare focused on Garlim. She meant every word of what she said as well. She needed a definitive conclusion to this battle.

Garlim's face turned deep red with embarrassment as she addressed Alaina in this manner. She was not accustomed to using the microphone and could only hope that her exhaustion would conceal her shame. She had never been one to back down from a challenge, and fortunately, Alaina's defiant words only fueled her determination. Garlim's eyes flashed intensely as she replied in a low voice. “Believe myself better than you at what exactly? You really don't understand? You never do, Alaina. I think you're so old at this point that you've lived so much, you don't want to let others live.” Garlim's chest heaved with emotion as she took another step closer to Alaina, the microphone still clutched in her hand.

“This isn't about believing in myself more than you, because you've been here for decades. You have experience on your side, I recognize that. I didn't even know this match had a time limit, I don't know the rules beyond the basics of wrestling. And you... You have the stage, you have the audience, you have the character.” Garlim's voice brimmed with confidence, and her eyes seemed to pierce Alaina's soul.

"For me, this isn't about proving I'm better than anyone else, it's about honor... Before coming to this fight, I wasn't even sure I wanted to attend. I was so embarrassed to deal with you because I can't stand your shitty personality... But to leave this fight like this, after all the pain I've gone through today to get here. It's not something I would forgive myself for... So I want to see you in a month, in a no-time-limit submission match. I'm going to make you eat your own words..." The blonde goddess placed the microphone between Alaina's breasts before taking a couple of steps back.

Alaina just rolled her eyes at Garlim and shook her head. She even chuckled as Garlim shoved the mic back at her. Alaina was feeling a mix of things right now, none of them good towards this woman. "Sounds great all-talk, see you then." Alaina said before handing the mic over to the official. She waved at Garlim and turned to leave the ring. She wasn't going to day anything else. She was going to make sure Garlim ate her words the next time they faced off. Alaina was going to savor this, and make sure she came out on top instead of making the final leg of her career a depressing swan song.

Winner: Draw by time limit