L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Standard BUT WITH A TWIST
Victory Conditions: Pin, KO, or Submission from the Opponent
Rules Applied: Normal
Loser's Penalty: Strap-on Session with Loser Receiving

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"Let's get this over with . . ."

Today marks Blake's debut as Lobo, the Fearsome Alpha.

Blake found the name corny but it was a part of her in-ring persona. There was not much she could do to convince management to have another name. And it is not like she had a better one in mind. Apparently it sells. She just needs to prove it.

And prove it she shall.

With her experience in the U.F.C., Blake was immune to the feeling of pressure and anxiety despite this match being her debut in L.A.W. She stood still backstage, feeling calm and collected. Waiting for her queue to walk down the ramp and enter the ring.

All she needs to do is win.

Simple enough.

". . ."

It was not long before the announcer takes the microphone and begins to hype up with the crowd. Gathering their attention for the next match and its fighters.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Wrestling fans from around the world, are you ready? I can feel the excitement in the air! Let's kick off the action by introducing our first fighter who will be stepping into the arena tonight. Hailing from parts unknown, a force to be reckoned with, a ferocious beast with a thirst for victory, I present to you... LOBO!

As her name was said, the arena booms with her theme. This signaled Blake to start walking down the ramp and make her way towards the ring.

While she was used to this kind of energetic atmosphere, hearing the cheers and applause from the crowd had her going. She remains reserved and shows little to no reaction to the crowd. In truth, she was not much of a showman. She lacked the charisma. But she does all that talking in the ring.

Always.

Like in rehearsal, Blake proceeds to slide into the ring and take a walk around in the ring. Standing on each of the corners to rile up the crowd even further. This was her debut after all so she needed to grab some support. A bit of showmanship does not hurt. And so, she does what she could to convince the crowd to join her side. The Alpha's side. But she knows deep down that the fighting is what it would take to gain their support. L.A.W. was not much different from the U.F.C. in her eyes.

After spending some time in the ring embracing the crowd's support, Blake stands in one corner of the ring which faces the ramp. There, she waits for her opponent's arrival. She knows little about the woman she is about to face but she is aware that she has been here for some time. Blake will use this opportunity to learn a thing or two from her opponent when it comes to delivering a proper introduction.

If it is any good of course.

I have some good news for everyone! Tonight's match comes with a twist that will keep you on the edge of your seats. This isn't just any standard fight – it's a contest where the stakes are higher than ever. The winner of this clash will not only secure victory but also claim a unique prize. Brace yourselves for a battle of wills, as the victor will have their way with the defeated opponent!

Blake's eyes widened. She completely forgot. This is not some ordinary match. L.A.W. has a reputation for hosting "crazy" matches. This just happens to be one of them.

A standard match but with a twist. The twist being that the winner of the match gets to have their way with the loser,

using a strap-on. A detail left out by the announcer. Likely to surprise the audience for the end.

It would be humiliating of the so-called Alpha gets dominated in her debut. She does not intend to lose knowing what is at stake. Her pride would get hurt. And that is something she does not intend to allow.

Not anymore.

It's been a while since the crowd had their fix of fallacy. Evelyn enjoyed her time off. The money was enough so she could do what she wanted. Be a city person. Her cat cafes, evening dancing and karaoke with the girls on weekends, cycling, exercising and then coming home to watch a movie or three. Always on her mind, however, was her return. The bruises went down, and her mind didn’t fix too hard on the past. Not for long.

How can she try harder?
Do her best. But her best can be better.
So she trained. Hit the gyms and practice. More cardio. Some weights.
She’ll get her first win eventually. She just needed to keep at this.

The phone call came about a week before. She came from a small grocery run, bag in her arms, listening to music when the ringtone blared. Here comes the money. Evelyn remembered dropping her bag; thankfully, much didn’t spill and landed upright. It just seemed so soon. She wanted another match -- but WHEN was always on her mind. Thank goodness.

The phone call was cordial but business-like as usual. Hi, how are you? Good. And you? Then came what she wanted to hear—another match and telling about some plans for the future. They’d treat her well and set her up for some panels and, quite possibly, something special. Just needed to get through a small favour. I know you don’t enjoy them as much, yadda yadda, and Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek. Sex stips.

She has had two of them. Her debut comes to mind, which she doesn’t discuss. Never that. Barbara was the other. It’s all nose-curls and digging her feet against the wall. She knows what’s going to happen, most likely. In this case, there wasn’t really holding it in. Her mind just forgets. She sees the eyes of the front row. Their adoration and fixation. She pants and heaves so that she loses focus, and the damn breaks onto the canvas.

But. Evelyn made a point to herself in the mirror. You just have to win. You just need to get your first win. Do that, and you’ll be the one giving it back! And they’ll love it too! Yeah… H-How do you use a strap-on, though? That was the evening. Always prepare, mentally and physically. Don’t lose. Fuck them good. Don’t lose. Fuck them nicely. Yeah. She can do this.

And when the day came, Fallacy felt ready. Her vibe backstage was always a mood-lifter. She waved to staff, smiled, nodded to acknowledge them, and was always punctual for the producers and those just behind the curtain. Her confidence was soaring once again like a newborn egotist. It was time to roll!

And next up, her opponent! You haven’t seen her in a little while, so please! Welcome her back with some applause! She hails from Venice Beach, California. Standing in at Five-Foot-Six and weighing in at one-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds! She is the American Gunslinger with a cute trigger finger. Misssss! Fallaaaacy!

Spoiler

Her theme hit on cue, and the crowd cheered. Throughout the front rows spread a contagion of tapping feet and nodding heads. The beat was infectious and airborne, but the main course was yet to come. Once the spotlight came on, they got just a little louder, as Evelyn broke into the spotlight, skipping, stopping at the ramp’s lip, then looking out to the crowd.

One hand went over her eyes, then the other pointed her finger gun.
“Bang!”

The arm went up, and she blew over her index. The crowd did it right back and Evelyn feigned a little stumble, hands over her heart and smiled. She made the heart gesture with her hands, pointed at the crowd then walked down the ramp with a calm walk that wasn’t wasting time, but enough to live through the experience.

Every time was special to her.

She walked up those steps and squatted beneath the middle rope to maneuver into the ring, stepping up to the turnbuckle and giving the crowd a second finger-gun. “Bang!”

Then she hopped down, turning around and having hands on her hips. She adjusted the rest of her attire then, making sure her boots weren’t riding into her thigh, that her bottoms were pulled up where they were supposed to and that her glove was pulled taut. Lobo looked about her size, relatively, and Fallacy gave them a bright smile, a quick wave, then stepped forward. “Hey-hey, Lobo! You’re looking good! You can call me Miss Fallacy. Tonight, you and I are going to tear the house down!”

As Miss Fallacy's theme rocks the arena, Lobo occupies one corner of the ring to observe her opponent. Study them.

Miss Fallacy. What a strange name. It sounded cooler than Lobo though. Lobo felt like she was not done justice when it comes to creating her persona in L.A.W. The wolf ears and tail only made her look cute. Not intimidating. Nonetheless these are the cards she was dealt.

Lobo awaits for her "prey" in the ring. Patient. Watchful. She does not shift her gaze away from Miss Fallacy. It was almost like a tactic to get into her opponent's head. But really, this was just Lobo's way of showing her opponent that she has gotten her attention and that she intends to take this match seriously.

Spoiler

Lobo tosses away her red coat to the side of the ring where she reveals her lean body and the rest of her ring attire. A simple combination of a black gym bra and leggings. And of course, the main highlight of her entire getup, the wolf ears and tail.

She looked good with them.

However, everyone knows, including herself, that these pieces of clothing will come off eventually. Something the crowd can look forward to at the end of the match where the loser is announced and humiliated. Lobo felt a little guilty even. The woman she was about to face seemed nice. Alas, when two fighters are situated in a ring, there can only be one victor that walks out.

And that will be her. Lobo. She will make sure of it. Her competitive spirit rising so that she can claim her victory and her prize.

Grrrr...

When "Miss Fallacy" settles herself in the ring and even greets her with a warm, energetic response, Lobo responds back. Though with less enthusiasm.

"Yeah. I guess."

Was she supposed to say something that sparks up the competition between them? Even if she made the attempt, it wouldn't have been any good. She was not a good trash talker to begin with. She'll just let her actions speak for when the match gets going.

They seemed. Nice? It was hard to tell. All tight-lipped and strong-postured. Heavy on the staring. Fallacy tilted her head, kept her smile but stared. Honestly, it was leagues better than an insult. Maybe this will be alright. She nodded before long. “Ok.” She pursed her lip, “Alright! Yeah.” And Evelyn backed up, hitting her back on the corner, grabbing the top ropes on either side and waiting. The referee would check them for items. Arms, boots. Any place that could easily hide a weapon. Evelyn lifted her leg up for each check before they went over to Lobo and repeated the process.

Then, the bell would ring.

A lot of thoughts run through her head once it does. Winning was top of the list. First win. Then, the prize. How she planned to deal with that. That was shuffled to the back and left inside her gut to fester. For now, she just moved forward, step after step. Her arms came up, and she immediately tried to lunge and engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, where she’d push, curl her lower back and slide back a boot, then shove!