L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

We Are LAW was meant to be LAWs biggest show of the year. The stage in which all of its' competitors sought to shine. To showcase their prowess and declare their intentions to the world. Tonight, Rose Gold perpetrated a cruel, dark deed. She stole that opportunity from her freshman foe, Yuki Kazikura. She turned what was meant to be a triumphant celebration of athleticism and sport into something else entirely.

She'd taken the young yamato nadeshiko and displayed her like a trophy. Split legged and shamelessly. Sobbing and screaming for mercy whilst decrying her own ability to the world. She had taken the Dynamite Schoolgirl's half of the showcase for herself with sadistic gluttony. It was with ecstasy that she tortured, exposed, and humiliated her young rival. Reducing her to little more than a highlight for her reel. Human promotional material.

And despite that, it appeared that Rose Gold was not going to grant the clemency Yuki desperately begged for. It appeared as though she was going to pull aside the young woman's attire. To rob her of her decency as well as her pride. White knuckled she torqued her failing opponent as if she would split her down the middle... Until suddenly, she released her.

She rolled over to lay across the wounded woman lengthwise. Their lithe lightweight bodies sparing no space between then. Roughly, she grabbed the woman's chin, forcing her to stare up at her. She placed her cheek against Yuki's so that she could feel the Sinister Siren's warm breath upon her ear. "Ganbare Yuki." She whispered before drawing back to look in her eyes.

She allowed herself a moment to soak in the woman's suffering. To bask in her own glory, all while forcing Yuki to do the same. Then, she cast her face aside and got to her feet. She raised one fist to the air triumphantly as she looked directly into the camera. Staring into the eyes of every would be opponent who was watching. And especially the woman who held the lightweight title. The ref brought her a microphone, as if on cue.

"Yuki Kazikura wasn't the first. And she won't be the last. This is MY division now! The pageant's over! And I'm going to make all of you talent-less models and idols beg me for mercy!"

Hers was a message to the entirety of LAW, not just the lightweight locker room. No longer was the division a place for girls who weren't big enough to be taken serious. Rose Gold wasn't an entertainer. She was an athlete.

Her declaration was met with a symphony of boos. Boos that followed her all the way up the aisle and into the back. As far as she was concerned, they may as well have been throwing roses.

The ref ran to the ropes to signal the timekeeper to ring the bell and call for medical staff.

It felt like an eternity to Yuki. There was no beginning and no end to her suffering. All she could do was watch helplessly as Rose bent her legs further and further, each moment testing at the limits of her resolve in both physical and mental regards. Even after she had long since submitted, Rose wouldn't be satisfied. Not until she was sure Yuki was thoroughly and utterly defeated, shamed, and humiliated in all means possible. Going into this show, Yuki thought it to be the highest point of her career. Just being on such a grand stage, before so many fans, was a victory worth celebrating. But Rose had caught her off her guard, and when Yuki simply couldn't keep up, it had turned into the most crushing defeat she had ever suffered.

She wished she could at least have faced her defeat with dignity, but not even that was allotted to her. Rose doubled down on her efforts, bending Yuki further and causing her to cry out in a shrill scream, her voice choked with tears and sobs. Her mind raced, wondering if the submission she'd given had been enough for her opponent, or if there was still more she wanted from her. Yuki's body went tense as, bent as she was, she was forced to watch her own lower body as the edges of her leotard slipped further and further aside, teasing the edges of her intimate areas. Throwing her head frantically back and forth, Yuki squeezed her eyes shut and looked off. "Please! PLEASE! LET ME GO! LET ME G-"

And then, all of a sudden, it stopped.

Rose let Yuki go, and her body flopped back into its natural position. She made no efforts as to correct her posture; even if she had still landed with her legs spread and her skirt flared upward, Yuki didn't have the energy, her lower half still as sore as though she had run twelve marathons. She could only let gravity do its work, looking up with a face red and tear-streaked as she took in ragged breaths, her chest rising and falling. Even the sounds of her exhales were masked by the sound of her sniffling, as she was overcome at last before her opponent.

She was powerless as Rose dragged her back up, the blonde doing all the work in holding her upright. She was powerless to do anything but listen as Rose reminded her of those words of encouragement that had kept her moving toward her goal, all this way from her decision to challenge for the Lightweight Championship. The words that had told her so many people believed in her...but those hopes just weren't enough. Now, hearing them from Rose's lips, tinged with venom, they sent a shiver down Yuki's spine as she trembled and tensed. A reminder of just how thoroughly she had failed. How embarrassing and crushing her defeat had been.

She was powerless as Rose boasted of her plans to take on all in her path. Yuki's biggest night had become nothing more than a stepping stone for Rose's triumph. She wished she could at least be proud of making it onto We Are LAW, but even that was a hollow victory. With how many compromising positions Rose had left her in, and how long she'd held each one, there were bound to be photos abound in the coming days, all over the press and the internet. No one would forget this any time soon, and that was painfully obvious to everyone. But no one as much as Yuki herself.

It didn't even matter that the whole crowd was booing Rose as she turned and walked up the entrance ramp. Yuki couldn't even take pleasure in knowing they weren't on her side. All she could do was to let her roll onto her stomach, where she held her head in her hands and let her emotions flow forward. Yuki had never been one to outwardly show her feelings, but she could forget about that now. All she could do was to let herself cry.

Even when the paramedics came by her side of the ring, Yuki didn't realize they were there, lost as she was in her own mind, until she felt one reach over and tap her on the arm. She looked up through red eyes, and slowly and stiffly she crawled out under the ropes, using their help to get onto her feet. She winced as she stood, the very act of putting pressure on her leg causing a newly awakened jolt of pain to shoot through her. But, bracing herself on the paramedics, she was able to hobble her way out, moving slowly and with a limp.

With each step she took, though, Yuki muttered a few words to the fans at ringside. "I'm sorry...I let you down..." It was the most she could do.

Winner by Submission: Rose Gold