L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The arena goes dark. A smattering of cheers, more boos - the kind that mean the crowd is enjoying watching something ugly - washes over Chalia as she steps into the light. She fills the ramp. Tall enough that the camera has to tilt to take her in, long limbs, an hourglass that looks dangerous from every angle.

She pauses, one hand on her hip, and turns slow. When the announcer roars her name she lifts her chin, smugness carved into every line of her mouth.

They cheered when I fell and they loved it. They think that this little cutsie-pinky-girly runt earned that win. Idiots.
And the cage is already lowered.

Steel surrounds the ring, to trap the two women inside with eachother. Inside it, scattered across the mat, lie the “toys” for the match. Not exactly Chalia's style, but she agreed anyways, as long as she gets an opportunity for a retribution.

At ringside she pauses, rolling her shoulders back, making her silhouette look even more massive beneath the lights. The humiliation of losing to someone so much smaller flickers across her mind - the pain, the shock, having to endure that in front of a crowd...

She ducks into the cage, and the door slams shut behind her with a metallic snap and no way out.

The little villain was already in her corner, quite relaxed and pleased—it wasn’t every night her opponent pushed this hard for a rematch. Of course, how could ViVi S. Valentine, the only true blue-blooded queen in Gart's pub, refuse the offer to set the rules in a rematch? It was a fantasy, and a delight, that her refined wrestler’s taste couldn’t say no.

While Chalia took her time, watching the cage come down, just as beautiful and long-legged as the first time they met, ViVi was already inside, like a small, dormant lioness—her back against the padding, one elbow resting on the side of the ropes, one knee up, and biting her fingernail. She enjoyed the aura she projected, that of a proper little devil, waiting for her offering to enter her home: the cage.

And of course, Chalia did, entering like a hero and slamming the cage door shut, seemingly determined to change the outcome of their previous story. However, ViVi had made adjustments to this tale.

• There were toys all around the ringside. Of all types and colours.
• Only a pinfall or submission was allowed inside the ring, not outside.
• And leaving the cage, in any way, was considered a disqualification.

All the rules seemed fair until you find out that only one of them has participated in street fights, and that only one of the two lionesses is trained to use objects.

ViVi had scheduled this match for after her big show Oh, Heroes Enter The Bad Girls' Pub! Her greatest performance to date — and the one that made her new routine official. Just like the outfit she wore that time. The very outfit she wore when she crushed the lovely Astra Nova.

Spoiler

The dangerous little devil now worked to keep her body and costume more in line with her gimmick. She could almost fall in love with herself if it weren't for the fact that there is already enough love. ViVi adored her narrow waist and the build of a champion. On the other hand, Chalia didn't look bad, but she seemed much more goody-goody than last time. As if the word ‘assassin’ no longer suited her. A sardonic smile played on her lips. As if she were mocking the reluctant snake.

Once Chalia stepped onto the ring mat, the referee fulfilled his part of the deal with ViVi, called for the bell, and with the three bell strikes, the previously subtle smile grew bigger and brighter.

Finally.

She still hadn't left her corner, from where she blew a very flirtatious flying kiss to her rival, and then she left the corner. She took about three steps, as if she were going to strut toward the center like it was a runway. But no, instead, ViVi suddenly stopped and then slid out of the ring!

The crowd did not understand why, but from there, the devilish princess queen shrugged her shoulders, stuck out her tongue in a mocking face at Chalia, as if she made her less, as if she thought Chalia was anything but an opponent to worry about...Then turned her back on the ring to shrug her shoulders at the audience, who were already beginning to booing her cowardice.

ViVi's grimace