L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Mashiro was going to play her first match tonight. She knew nothing about her opponent, whether it was her past, her way of fighting, her personality or even what she looks like, nothing. Mashiro was pretty confident in herself going into her first match, it's not like she was fighting for the first time or had ever lost a fight.

She came out of the locker room and walked towards the ring, being dazzled by the lights in the room. The crowd makes a bit of noise when they see Mashiro for the first time, they will make more noise in the match or in her future matches. She sighed softly as she greeted the audience and climbed into the ring, striking a slightly heroic pose to remain in her Super Mashiro character.

Mashiro

She saw her opponent for the first time, a woman with short black hair, rather muscular for her size and very scantily dressed compared to Mashiro. Mashiro showed an amused smile, already imagining herself leaving marks on her opponent's skin. She walked to the center of the ring and held out her hand, also noticing that the cage will be done at this moment.

"My name is Mashiro, let's have a good match !... Hum... What's your name again?~"

"I'll let the crowd spell it out for ya" Louise calmly chuckled, raising her arms in the air to be followed up by a wave of adoring fans shouting her name, "After this match, I'm sure you'll always remember my name."
Louise leaped around the ring enthusiastically, swatting her opponent's hand away—her scarlet eyes gleaming in the light. In her mind, all she saw were the plethora of ways she could take down Mashiro without breaking a sweat. It was almost as if an unforeseen part of her was beginning to step into the light. She could feel all the moves and attacks ever used on her come to mind and body, her heart beating at the chance to try out her new skills, even if her limbs may not be able to handle it.

Mashiro didn't expect this reaction, the audience really seemed to appreciate her opponent who seemed to be called Louise. Despite the fact that she lost this provocative game, the green-haired woman displayed a rather satisfied smile, already imagining the faces of her fans after having completely beaten and humiliated their idol. She silent and smiling even after her hand is pushed away and begins to take a few steps back, waiting for the match to begin.

“DING”

The bell rang and Mashiro didn't seem to react, remaining smiling and facing her opponent, waiting for her first move. Mashiro didn't want to show what she was capable of at first, she first wanted to see what her opponent was capable of doing to better humiliate her.

"Well then? Are you afraid, my little Louise?~"

Normally, a comment like that would be enough to leave shivers down her spine, but Mashiro's taunts were faintly muffled by the crowds cheering for her next victory. She was no longer a jobber, but a "face" in the industry—her existence being worth something. Louise, entranced by her former adversary, Octavia, became theatrical, making sure everyone noticed her soft layers of makeup, eyeliner, and lip-gloss. She walked circles around Mashiro, stroking her back, and running a finger up her spine.
Mashiro was a newbie, seemingly as innocent as she was when she started. She recalled an urge to constantly suppress her beauty behind scars and bruises back then. It seemed almost idiotic at this point, her looks being a gift rather than a crutch.
"I'm afraid you'll break easy, try to hit harder than my last few opponents, kay?" she whispered in Mashiro's ear, very much under the influence of a few bottles.

Mashiro remained slightly on guard, keeping good support on her legs to move or kick and raising her fists slightly. She looked attentively at her adversary who, she had to admit, was rather charming and who walked around the heroine, even caressing her back in a slightly sensual way before whispering in her ear the funniest stupidity that Mashiro has been able to hear since birth.

“BOUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Mashiro laughed so hard that the audience remained silent listening to her laughter. She laughed for a few seconds before standing up, sighing slightly and wiping a tear from her eye, turning towards her opponent, looking at her with a smile that showed that her laughter was sincere. But the heroine wasn't going to stay so nice the entire match, now slapping her opponent with a powerful, quick slap before placing both hands on her hips and leaning forward, now waiting for her opponent to deliver her blow.

"I may be new but that won't stop me from smashing your face and standing, unlike you who has the face of a jobber~"

Louise brushed down on her cheek, her balance loosening and her guard down—she innocently grinned, somehow filled with glee rather than malice. She was unbelievably drunk, one of her legs sliding across the ring.
"I'm not a jobber anymore, y-you.. boobless alien!"
Louise attempts to leap towards Mashiro, hoping to take both fighters out of the ring.

Mashiro smiled slightly when she was insulted as a boobleless alien, she agreed to be considered an alien but she was far from dull! Moreover, Mashiro's intuition seemed to be right, her opponent was indeed a jobber and even if she claimed to no longer be one, she wanted to make this brunette her personal jobber.
She expected to receive a blow but found herself pushed against the ropes and then against the cage behind her, sighing softly in pain from the fall as she went through the ropes.

“Grrrr ?!..”

The heroine ends up getting up, grabbing her opponent by the hair to press her face against the cage and start rubbing her gently, even taking advantage of this little moment to whisper something in her ear.

"Say again that I have no chest and I'm making you bleed, is that clear miss jobber?~"

She groaned loudly in pain, internally embarrassed that she actually felt a shred of fear at the comment. Then again, she also felt a strange rush in her heart at the idea. Like Hell she would.
"I didn't hear you, boobless freak," she remarked, sending her elbow towards Mashiro's stomach—her face gleaming a reddish hue. She was far too amused to sense any real danger from the situation. Not from some hideous newbie, devoid of charm or sophistication.

“Oof!”

Mashiro let out a small sigh of pain before letting go of her opponent's hair and walking away to the side. Strangely, her opponent seemed to be having a little too much fun insulting the little boobless heroine, once again. Mashiro had to make good on her threats now and she wasted no time, grabbing the cage mesh with one hand and the third rope with the other, bracing herself on her hands and delivering a double blow. foot on the chest of her opponent before getting back on her feet and getting closer to her opponent.

"You're really stupid, act like a jobber and let me win this match easily~"