L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Oscar wasn’t one to showboat or waste momentum. The Barbarian Prince doubled Drake over with a kick to his gut and lifted him up overhead. A scrunched up Drake had his neck held against Oscar’s shoulder. The Barbarian Prince then jumped and dropped to the ground.
*SMASH!*
A thunderous crushing sound echoed in the arena. Lightning-like pain shot through Drake’s back. Oscar let Drake go and the Steel Colossus flopped down to the canvass and was completely laid out.

Oscar wanted to lie down and take a breather after lifting Drake like that- but he had to keep going. Oscar refused to pause as he pushed himself up and started to climb the cage wall. Audience members were puzzled by Oscar’s actions. It's a known rule that if a fighter could climb out of the cage they'd be declared the winner- but the top was covered. There wasn't any way for Oscar to escape.

Escape wasn't Oscar’s plan, however, as he instead took a page out of a certain Brazilian Harpy's tactics and executed a moonsault right off the peak of the cage! Plummeting toward Drake, Oscar prayed that he was going to hit his mark- or else this was REALLY going to bite him in the ass...

Drake laid there on the canvass starfished and unable to move. His body was wracked with pain, and his limbs felt like bricks. All Drake could do was breath and try to recover. But as he did so, he got suspicious at the amount of time he had lost track of Oscar. Then the lights were dimmed a bit and Drake saw Oscar climbing the cage.
"HAHAHAHAHA of course you try to escape! PUSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! You ain't man enough to come down her and beat me yourself!"
It then occurred to Drake that, by his own stipulation for this match, the cage had a ceiling. Oscar couldn't escape that way. Which means either Oscar was stupid or...
"Shit."
Oscar leapt off the top of the cage wall and flipped backwards, executing a perfect moonsault. The crowd was unglued from their seats and screaming for Oscar.
Drake saw Oscar flying right towards him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
The Barbarian Prince splashed into Drake on the canvass, which shook and shuddered from the thunderous impact!

Oscar wasn't going to lie- executing that moonsault after all of Drake's taunts felt GOOD. Successfully hitting his mark felt even better! Crashing onto Drake, Oscar would hook Drake's leg as the ref slid in for the count!

"ONE!"
"TWO"

THREEEEEE!!!

”HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, OSCAR ORELAAAAAAAASH!!”

The crowd roared the count and proceeded to loudly celebrate. Oscar had won a second fall and the match. But most importantly, he had defeated his rival beyond any doubt. The Steel Colossus was laid out starfished. Realization of what happened set in on Drake, but with his body wracked by pain, he could only stare up at the lights defeated.

Oscar rolled off of Drake as the bell was rung- signaling a fair and square win for the exhausted Barbarian Prince as he also stared up at the lights with a tired smile on his face. Rolling onto his side, Oscar struggled to his feet and wobbled as he managed to weakly wave to the crowd of cheering fans- both new and old alike- before turning his attention back to Drake. Oscar leaned over and gently offered Drake a hand up- showing sportsmanship even to the one who caused him so much grief for as long as he has.

"Good... Match... Drake. Can you... walk?"

Drake laid there while Oscar got up and greeted his fans. After a time, Drake sat up with great difficulty and stared off at the cage as it was lifted up. By the time he processed his defeat, he realized Oscar was standing next to him. After the war the two men had been through, Drake needed the help up. A pause, and then Drake took Oscar’s hand and accepted the help up. Upon getting to his feet, Drake gave Oscar the handshake he had promised.
”Good match… You earned it.”
Drake, still wanting the big fight feel gathered in the center and said to the ref,
“Go on, do the hand raise.”

"HA! You know me so well"

Oscar grinned and nodded at Drake before he took Drake's hand and raised it high- earning more cheers of approval from the crowd as Oscar soaked it all in... after two years of strife and having to have delt with Drake as a rival, Oscar had finally overcome him. Perhaps now, just maybe, he could start looking forward with Drake as a friend...

The two men raised each other’s hands, celebrating their hard fought match. The crowd was cheering both men on. As for all the mean taunting, they had seen a new side of Drake. One they liked more. Drake turned to Oscar.
”Next show I’ll see you in the ring… to resolve things between us and close all this out.”

Oscar looked over at Drake and tilted his head a bit before chuckling.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean by that- but sure. I like the sound of that"

Oscar would turn his attention back to the crowd and smiled brightly at the audience as they continue to cheer.