L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Even if Reina knew that every match at it's core was the same as any other, there was always something special about having a match on a PPV. The larger arena, the deafening cacophony of the crowd filled the air with an electricity that got her blood pumping like nothing else. And better yet, her opponent, her to be conquest of the night was a champion. Sure, she might not have been a wrestling one, but a champion of any sport has more than earned her respect. And in the case of Zira Cabalero, her wariness. Tearing off the tape from her wrists, Reina's gaze was locked on the door, but her mind was elsewhere. Thinking, and plotting as if she were looking at a battlefield.

'Zira Cabalero...' her thoughts trailed, 'striking would leave the match on her terms, grappling would be an even playing field, and submissions would be the same.' she thought. 'stamina would be key, but against someone with a personality like hers...waiting things out won't work.' With a hum on her lips, the conqueror went through plan after plan, scenario after scenario, and all the while, Reina could feel a smile growing on her face. No easy wins, no obvious strategy, in other words, in her eyes, this was the kind of match that fit someone of her skill. And as soon as she heard the knock on the door, the conqueror rose from her chair, and marched to her next campaign. For in her eyes, no matter the scenario, no matter the challenge, she would be victorious.

Reina Izara

Entrance Theme

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And so with the thunderous sound of trumpets cutting through the chattering crowd, Reina rose atop her throne, eyes open and staring directly at the ring as the announcer called her name for her next bout amidst a flood of boos and cheers. Bathed in a single spotlight of gold, Reina rose form her throne and marched to the ring with a face of stony, regal calm. Now wasn't the time for arrogance, now was the time for focus. Because as soon as she got in the ring, the conqueror's gaze was locked on the stage, ready and raring to go at the former champion.

Backstage Zira would roll her shoulders in preparation for the match ahead of her tonight. Gear already donned, fitted and her fists pounding into each other as the entrance of her opponent went on. Tonight was the night where she finally got back onto the big stage to show her stuff, to show everyone why she was the best no ifs ands or buts about it. Then after she conquered the so called conqueror she'd march right to the DeFranco's office and demand a shot at the heavyweight title, especially since there seemed to be a problem with it and its champion.

But none of that backstage drama mattered to Zira. All she cared about was dominating and proving her superiority overall, including Reiza Izara. A woman Zira was very familiar with by reputation alone, and thats why this bout had her grinning ear to ear already, the prospect of a fight like this truly having Zira's blood boiling in the best way possible. As such when she got the que to make her own entrance Zira wasted no time getting up and making her way to the entrance curtain, bouncing from heel to heel for a moment before noticing that Reina's throne from her own entrance was being wheeled back in, and in a corner was... oh... oh this would be good.

Spoiler

Zira's music began playing but she didn't come out right away, drawing a little confusion from the crowd. But after a moment a ring crew member came flying out instead, rolling for a moment before scrambling out of the way as Zira then finally came, dragging Reina's throne with her with one crew member trying to stop her only to get kicked away. Said ring crew member then promptly ran for the hills as Zira brandished what she had taken. A sledge hammer. Smirking wildly Zira would swing it over her head and down on the throne! Smashing the throne and not just once as Zira began repeatedly drawing and swinging the sledge hammer, smashing the throne to bits within a minute much to the sounds of shock and awe and some boos from the fans!

Once satisfied with the totaling of Reina's throne Zira would drop the sledge hammer before turning around and posing in front of the wreckage of her opponent's seat, the red and gold gear that had become her signature practically radiating from the lights shining down on her. In this moment Zira looked and felt like more than a simple fighter or ruler or anything like that... In this moment she came across as a god of destruction and she quite liked that feeling as she then snapped her eyes open having them shut before fixing a wild grin on her opponent in the ring.

Spoiler

Not wasting any more time Zira would make her way down to the ring, cracking her neck while remaining focused on Reina, wanting to drink in her reaction, whatever it may be to her rather brazen actions at the top of the entrance ramp. Hopping onto the ring apron Zira would step between the ropes and into the ring proper, smirking across at Reina with a devious glint in her eyes. "Sorry for the wait, had to get a little pre match warm up out of the way before I kick you're ass twice." Zira said in a cocky tone while placing her hands on her hips, taking the moment to look Reina over head to toe, licking her lips in excitement as she finished doing so. Yeah this would definitely be the challenge she was craving.