L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Standard Match
Win Condition: Pinfall, Submission, or KO.

A chorus of Italian obscenities floated from the locker room on this particular day at LAW - a grumbling line of irritation from a previous night.

"Damned Isabella - porca puttana! What is she even doing here...?"

The revelation that her hated rival from back in the day was not only here at LAW, but in fact had beaten Galilea to her "fresh start" was one that had stuck with Lea. Even with the passing of time, the irritation remained, burning at her chest, leaving her breathing out hot, heavy -

No.

No, Isabella wasn't here right now. It wasn't fair to take those feelings into a match with someone else, it wasn't fair to stand and face down an opponent who had no involvement in her own feuds with the same anger that had been boiling for years now, and it certainly wasn't fair to catch someone else in the crossfire between her and the blonde Tyrant.

Tonight was a fresh start in its own right, and Lea was going to go out there and give the crowd a show - no surprises this time. Just a good, hard fought match.

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"STARING AT DEATH, I TAKE A BREATH, THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!"

Spoiler

Lea's voice exploded through the speakers as her theme blared, filling the stadium. Lights flashed up, illuminating her as she posed, microphone held high and an excited gleam in her eyes. She continued to sing, well trained voice practically putting on a concert for the crowd as she made her way down to the ring. And then, it was time. Time to wait for her opponent.

Time for another match. Time to forget the rough introduction to the league.

Time to put on a show!

Before long, Kyokan had found herself booked for three matches in quick succession. Her agency pushed for further matches from her to LAW, and it seems they took those demands seriously and gave them a list of opponents. And as if it were a list, Kyokan was wrestling them one by one.

And now, she was dealing with some screeching punk? It was something she found… questionable, but she trusted her agency to handle these sort of deals.

She only hoped her eardrums would survive the match.

After Galilea’s entrance concluded, Kyokan’s own(much less loud) music hit, and the imposing giant made her way from behind the curtain. Looking down to see the green-haired woman in the ring, she was the smallest woman she was facing yet in this series, yet she was smart enough to know that didn’t immediately indicate any sort of skill or difficulty for her. She’d just have to see for herself what this little punk possessed.

Making her way down the ramp, Kyokan soon reached the ring and used her arms to reach up to the top rope, pulling herself up to the apron, and then in one slow stride, walked right over said top rope to enter the ring.

And from there, she stood at the center of the ring, head tilted down to look at her opponent. Not uttering a word, merely giving her a cold look while crackling her knuckles. Stepping back when prompted by the referee, and then…

*DING DING!*

Her entrance over, her song fading out, there was only one thing left for Lea: to await her opponent's arrival. This time... This time it wasn't going to be a figure from her past, this time it would be-

Holy shit.

A giant, apparently. Lea froze in place for a moment as she gazed at the woman that entered next, all seven feet of her. Well... This was going to be an interesting match, she could already tell. Well, she had grown up on tales like David and Goliath, and now she supposed she got to act them out. At least maybe something her father told her would actually come into play.

She swore she could feel a slight impact rumble through the canvas as Kyokan stepped in, a small thump that rumbled up through her feet. Lea held back, waited until her opponent approached the center of the ring in silence - a bit unnerving, but whatever. Lea approached opposite her, strutting up like she owned the place and flashing a charming smile up at the big girl.

"Allora? How's it goin'?" She asked, extending a fist for her opponent to bump.

Whether or not Kyokan reciprocated, Lea stepped back as they were prompted, dropping down into a proper fighting stance as she smirked over at the larger woman, and then, *DING, DING! The match was on, and Lea started to circle!

Kyokan did not reciprocate, merely looking down at that fist and giving Lea a flat, imposing look, before the bell rung and the two stepped back. She wasn’t here to exchange pleasantries or make friends, all she was here to do was crush. And given this punk’s size, she seemed like she’d be the easiest to crush out of her pool of opponents.

She just had to catch her.

Circling, Kyokan’s steps were slow and her arms weren’t even raised; raising them up to her chest would be above the woman’s head. Instead, she merely was watching Lea, wondering what move or technique she’d go for. Maybe a chop block or the sort? She didn’t know this woman nor her style, but with her smaller size, going low seemed like it was her only option, though who knew what was going on in her head with all that blaring music and such…

Well, she didn’t have all day to find out. Suddenly stepping forward, Kyokan lumbered forward a few steps, her arms raising slightly — only to thrust her boot forward to attempt to slam it against the torso of Lea’s. Trying to cut her off if she was going low and duck under those arms.