L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Tag Team Standard Match
Victory by pinfall, submission or KO



This was a big day for the eccentric but charming entrepreneur, pub owner, businessman, manager and now wrestler, the "Cockney Flame", George Fortunato. The man with the multicolored hair stood before a mirror in the locker room and looked at his body. George had trained for the last year, under the tutalage of the Superstars, Ryan and of course his beloved girlfriend, Chelsea Forster, formerly the British Bunny, turned into the Match Hare in contrast to George Mad Hatter gimmick.

They had their debut at LAW this evening which also marked the return of Chelsea getting back in the ring of the famous league. They had already fought under WFPW with George even winning the Cruiserweight Title of the promotion and now it was time to show the new and redefined Chelsea and her partner to LAW.

George took a moment to admire his muscles he had gotten under the hard lessons of his trainers and thought back when he was just a lanky guy that could easily be blown away by a harsher wind.
Now the already handsome british fella had managed to even this little disadvantage out too.

He turned back to Chelsea who came around the corner and took her hand, giving it a gallantly kiss before looking into her eyes. "Well Swea'hea, ready to show the blokes out there wha' we are made off?",he smiled and then look around before lifting Chelsea up at her thighs with a big grin and looked up to her.

Their eyes met and George snickered. "I
l love your new outfit darling, you are beautiful.", he said and closed his eyes as they kissed each other gently.
They remained close after the kiss and George nodded.
"Whatever happens tonight, let us just have fun.",he said with a wink and put Chelsea down, offering his arm to her as they walked up to the Gorilla Position.
"Oh and Darling?", he said and suddenly a rose shot out from his hand. He placed it on her little tophat.
"I love you~"

Then their theme started to play and both walked out to the strange sounds of the Beatles in their later career.
George and Chelsea waved to the crowd as the Song took speed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this Tag Team Match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from England,owners of the famous "Wolf and the Bunny Pub", Chelsea Forster and George Fortunato, the Maaaad Teaaaa Partyyyy!"

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=t1Jm5epJr10

The Fans greeted the newcomers with cheers, of course not as loud as it would have been for an established team but still. Chelseas past as hated heel wasn't quite forgotten but her heroic fight against Finella at "We are LAW V" wasn't either, so the greeting was warm and welcoming as the two of them walked down the ramps.

George got up the ringside and opened the ropes for Chelsea to slip in and when both of them entered they went into an hypnotic and slow dance they had carefully planned beforehand.
When their tune faded out, George lifted his cane which shot out a big cloud of glittering, purple, golden, red and pink confetti, as he held Chelsea in one arm, ending their entrance with them looking into each other's eyes, smiles on their faces.

It was mysterious, it was colorful and it was exciting. George and Chelsea had not spared any expenses to make their entrance based on the story of Alice remarkable as possible.
"Seems that we made quite 'he impression, huh, lass?"
George then helped Chelsea up and they walked to their corner. It was time they met their opponents for tonight...

At long last, it was time for Chelsea Forster to return to the ring. It had been a long and arduous journey for the Englishwoman ever since her match at We Are LAW 5 had left her hospitalized - it took her weeks to even be cleared to leave her bed at all, and the time between then and now had been focused fully on training and preparing for her big comeback. That, and taking the time to explore her own psyche. After at last settling her feud with Finella, Chelsea didn't know where to go next. That rivalry had tested her emotional endurance as much as it had her physical strength, forcing her to confront all her doubts and concerns and all the intrusive feelings that told her that she wasn't good enough. It had forced her to seek comfort in her friends and trainers, opening up to them in a way she had long been afraid to - but, in the end, through confronting her fears, Chelsea had only grown closer to them. It had reminded her that they weren't afraid to stand by her side; that they would support her, and that she wouldn't have to force herself to act tough and ruthless and unflappable around them. When she could finally be honest about all the fears and doubts she had locked away in the desperate pursuit of looking strong, it had brought Chelsea a great sense of relief. And now, she was ready to embrace that - not as the British Bunny, who openly scorned the people who had taken her in and made her career possible, but as the March Hare, who was going to stand up for their sake.

She, George, and Karl had all been hard at work on planning for Chelsea's grand return. Fine-tuning her moves, designing her outfit, and - of particular concern for George - ensuring their entrance was perfectly choreographed and arranged to make the best impression they could when they set foot on stage. But it wasn't just a new chapter in Chelsea's life, but George's as well. For the first time, he had vowed to start training as a wrestler so that he could join his girlfriend in the ring. And Chelsea was all for it. She'd seen the heights of her career when she had been together with her sister in a tag team; now, even after she and Molly had gone their separate ways, she was right back with her family. It had all come full circle. And, while they had won success competing overseas, it was now time for the Mad Tea Party to return to LAW, where everything had first been set in motion. It would be Chelsea's first match back, it would be George's first match in the promotion at all - but most importantly, it would be their LAW debut together.

Chelsea had to admit, she was nervous. The last match she'd been in had been a true test of her willpower and endurance, and it had quickly cemented itself as one of the most thrilling in the history of We Are LAW. If she was going to make her comeback a memorable one, it was going to be no small burden for her to top what she'd accomplished beforehand. For that matter, for a return as hyped-up and hotly anticipated as this one was, there was always the fear of underdelivering on the promise of a big comeback - or worse, building up all that hype for naught if it all turned out to be a colossal failure. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip as she stood in the hallway by the locker rooms, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she tried to ready herself. It was more important than ever that she win this match, she told herself...

...but when George turned to her and picked up her hand in his, and when he lifted it to his mouth for a kiss, she looked up at him with a smile. In that moment, all the fears and doubts and anxieties seemed to melt away. As long as she was with George, she thought, it would be all right. He had a way of doing that for her - long before he had taken to the ring himself, or even got involved in LAW at all, he had been an ear that could hear her and a shoulder she could lean on, helping her feel like there was someone out to support her even when she felt lost and alone. And now, he would be right beside her in the ring. With that sort of support, she couldn't fail.

Chelsea let out a soft, contented sigh before she met George face to face, and a twinkle alighted in the corner of her eye. "I'm ready," she said with a nod. "With you...I'll always be ready." She squeezed his hand a little tighter - and as he hoisted her up into his arms, she let out the slightest of yelps as her feet suddenly left the ground, but that feeling quickly subsided with a giggle. When they kissed, she let out a soft sigh and allowed her body to relax against his as the tension flowed out with her exhale. As George was quick to remind her, win or lose, they would still make an impression - he had left no room for failure on that!

When George complimented her new outfit, Chelsea lowered her head, gripping the corners of her skirt between her fingers before she bent down in a curtsey. "And thank you," she replied, giggling as George set her back down. "You've been putting on muscle well, you know," she added, not too subtly patting his toned midsection as a blush tickled her cheeks. It hadn't been long since George had started training, but already he was making waves, and that too gave Chelsea hope. Their entrance wouldn't be complete, however, until George fastened the rose to Chelsea's hat - as he called out to her, the Englishwoman looked back with a tilt of her head and a muttered "Hrm?", but when he stuck the flower in place, she could only smile wider. She blushed at the sound of that last I love you. But it was one last reminder that told her that now, most of all, this was their night to shine.

And shine they would! As George led her arm in arm down the ramp, Chelsea faced the crowd with a grin, waving her hand to the crowd and even blowing a few kisses. Gone were the insults and incomprehensible ranting. She was happy to be here, with George, and for the two of them to make their first strides into the future! As she entered the ring, she let herself twirl around George, weaving in and out of place as they sauntered to and fro in a well-practiced dance. While they had gotten a few boos thanks to Chelsea's history when it came to the fans, the effort the Englishwoman had put into her last showing had won her her fair share of supporters, and they were ready to shower her with cheers and cries of "Welcome back!" And even then, there were just as many people who were happy to cheer on a good show - and the spectacle that George had put on for them more than delivered in that regard! As the burst of confetti capped off their arrival to the ring, the crowd clapped and cheered. Chelsea turned to bow her head, taking her hat off in a dramatic flourish, before she looked back up at her partner. And when George looked into Chelsea's eyes, he would see her own growing wider, with tears of joy budding at the corners. She'd come a long way, and now, there were only new and greater heights to conquer.

"As we do, George...as we do." With those few soft words, Chelsea leaned closer to plant a kiss on her partner's lips. Then, though, she hopped down, and a bold look crossed her face as she stood straight and stepped back into her corner. She still had a match to take part in. And after an entrance like this, she wasn't about to let anyone down!