L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The Hunt at the Asylum

Location: Abandoned asylum

Rules: anything goes, hardcore rules

Stipulation: The match has a specific set of stations in which a pinfall can be earned, marked out with thin blue wrestling mats. These locations are as follows; Padded patient room Nr: 44. An area in the hallway leading to the Cafeteria. The kitchen. The elevator and finally the basement. A fall can only be earned once in each of these locations. First to three falls wins. The fighting can take place anywhere in the asylum but a point can only be earned once in each of these locations.

Victory conditions: Pin your opponent for a three count in three out of five of the stations.




This certainly was one of the more odd matches that Trinette had found herself in. A Halloween themed match had taken quite a turn into being something far more sinister than what she had expected when she signed up for it. Not only did she find herself walking through the hallway of an abandoned asylum, the flickering lights...the rather spooky ambience was enough to make one's hair stand on edge. Yet, she had been told that her opponent was a vile one. A hell-hound made flesh, a woman who truly deserved to be hunted by the knight. Though she was sure that the same thing had been told to this Silva about her, that Trinette was a knight fit to be hunted by a hell hound. Regardless...she had her sight set on besting this supposed Queen of Beasts.

The Knight made her way to the section that the match was supposed to start with, each foot step practically echoed in the empty halls. Her eyes darted between each of the rooms, she knew they were on the fourth floor of the rather spooky building but she wasn't exactly sure where she was going? All she could do was to follow the signs towards the room she was meant to start off in.

After about a minute or so of walking she found the room. Nr.44. She looked around for a second, then opened the door. What she was greeted with was for the most part your typical padded cell. Though it was clear that the room had seen better days. Age had discoloured most of the padding, the only thing in here that seemed even remotely new was the blue mat that had been laid out in the center of the room. Practically covering the whole floor of the cell.



The Paladin wore her standard blue and white attire, the tight fitting leotard that had become her uniform...her suit of armour as she did battle with all sort of vile villains. Tonight would be no different. Her hair was worn in a long blue ponytail, as her bangs and part of her hair was held back from her face by a white hairband. She would let out a soft sight as she stepped into the room and took her place on the dead center of the padded cell. The lights here also flickered, it was a dim sorta light that only gave enough illumination to provide the base level of proper sight.

Spoiler

"Come then beast. Tonight shall be your reckoning." Trinette spoke to herself, clearly getting impatient as she wished to deal with this supposed fiend and be done with this creepy place.

The Hound stepped out of the car with a bagslung over her shoulder, Silva grinned from ear to ear as she finally arrived at her debut location. What more could the Phanthom Hound ask for than this, a set worthy of her attention. Truthfully, this wasn’t her first time being here, Silva had secretly scooped out the asylum a week prior to the match’s date but what could she have been doing you might ask? Renovations of course. Each floor had speakers planted in every room, on every corner, each of the stairwells plus the elevator, and finally the basement. She reaches into her shoulder bag, pulling out a remote. It’s the typical speaker remote one with a play button, a pause button, fast forward and rewind. First, Silva hit the power, the speakers suddenly spring to life with a cackle and pop.

Her grin turning malicious as she pulled out the communicator next from the bag. Her boots click as she begins to head into the asylum, her breathes softly crash against the communicators speaker which permeated throughout the asylum, even in the padded room where her victim awaits.

Stepping inside, she can feel the chill in the air, the desperation, the hate, the sorrow, all the emotions that ran rampant in this place as her golden eyes lock into the pathway, slowly leading her towards Trinette. She begins to follow it, bringing the communicator back towards her lips as she begins her “hunt”. With her first step on the stair, Silva begins to speak for all, living or dead, to hear.



Her footsteps are heavy as she climbs the first flight, reciting the deadly poem for the paladin. The floor boards creak and whine, as if helping the Hound to set the grueling scene as she continues to climb. The first flight has passed as she works on the second flight, continuing to recite the poem as she begins the next stanza.


The verses sounded ominous as she continued to approach, closer and closer she came, the ever looming threat of the Hound was coming ever so close to the paladin, who’s neck was under threat, Silva softly chuckled, preparing for the next verse as the guiding directions took her up.



Her tone shifts from worry to despair, setting in the time of doom while the third floor comes into view. The familiar wear and tear on the structure really set the mood. Silva was honestly just glad her first match was against some noble do-gooder, the thought alike made her internally cringe. As her thumb reaches for the button to continue the last few verses of her poem, her hand dips back into the bag, fishing for something as she makes it to the fourth floor. Her pace slows and her voice drops to a whisper as she closes in on room number 44.


Silva stopped just before the door, one last verse of her poem remaining as her smile seemed to crack wider. Thunder suddenly erupts from outside as lighting illuminates her ominous figure. From her bag she removes her demi-mask from it, tossing the bag aside as she drop the communicator. She places the mask upon her visage, a soft click can be heard as it snaps into place. Her lunar like leotard and fur-tuffed boots seemed all in order, her “armor” as she opened the door, the dim light of the overhanging light showing the three scars etched into the demi-mask as Silva finishes her poem.

Attire

Another soft chuckle slips from her lips as she sulks forward, the padded door slammed shut behind her, locking the pair inside until one of them emerged victorious to continue the hunt.“Finally found you, Paladin~. I’m so glad we can finally meet, I was wondering when a feast fit for a Queen would soon find me… and here you are.” Silva stops just dead of Trinette, their bust mashed together as drool began to leak from the corner of the Hound’s lips. “Yes, I shall rip! and tear! until you are nothing but bones~!”

The paladin stood in the padded cell, her hands on her hips...blue hair hanging down along her back in that signature ponytail of hers. She was ready and able to start this match at any moment, but it seemed as if she had to wait. For the first few seconds, the bluenette wondered where her opponent was. As the clock kept ticking, the seconds kept rolling...she wondered if perhaps she was in the wrong room. She tapped the blue mat beneath her with her foot.

"No. This is definitely the right place."

Perhaps her opponent had decided to throw in the towel before the match had even begun? Though from what she had been told about this beast of a wrestler, that didn't seem likely. Nearly a minute had passed before the sound of the speakers coming to life finally hit. Trinette's head snapped towards the corners of the room, the direction of the sound was coming from two speakers set up in the top left most and right most corner. The crackle and pop of them becoming active filled Trinette's mind with a bad feeling.

When the sound finally started to play she narrowed her eyes. She would be a fool to admit that it didn't fill her with an eerie feeling. There was clearly something menacing about this. It being such a horror themed location...and the day in question as well. This Halloween night.

"Tch..."

Trinette clicked her tongue in frustration. She continued to listen on to the poem. It truly did seem as her foe was after her throat. A monster of the forest indeed...the kind which she was supposed to slay. Trinette had to refocus on her goal for the night. She tried to steel herself.

When the door finally opened with the poem seemingly unfinished, and following that thunder...her opponent was finally in sight. Trinette's eyes narrowed as she took a step forward. She showed no visible fear for the redhead even if she had to admit that the tactics that she had used were theatrical but functional in creating this eerie atmosphere. The knight would not break nor bend to it.

The woman in question, dressed in tufts of fur and a black lunar like motif to her leotard and overall outfit. Clearly styling herself as that of a hound. She finished the poem with her own mouth, and Trinette got the confirmation to her suspicions that her opponent was the one whom had recorded this poem. As she walked into the padded room with the door slamming behind them...there was an audible click of the lock snapping shut. It appeared as if neither of them would leave before this first fall had been determined. The paladin watched as the hound moved forward and got right up into her face, their generous busts mashing together in the process. Trinette caught sight of the drool at the corner of Silva's lips...

"My...how fortunate I am." Trinette spoke as she pressed right back against Silva, she pushed against her foe, bust against bust as she practically tried to force the redhead to back up a step. Silva had about an inch of height on her, but Trinette was sturdy and had a fair bit of power behind her frame. She continued as her words were steadfast like her conviction, but there was a slight hint of cockiness to her tone. " They have sent me to slay a beast of Gévaudan on such a night of horrors. Surely no other knight can claim to be as blessed by lady luck as I am." Trinette would lean forward with her head, as she metaphorically tried to lock horns with the hound, pressing her forehead against her foe as she was staring the hell hound down.

" Come at me then beast. Try to sink your fangs into my neck, but be warned..." Trinette pushed even more firmly against Silva again, trying to claim another step. "This Paladin shall bring your demise. "Your defeat shall serve as testament to my valour."

Silva took a good, long look at the Paladin before her. She stood poised for battle, full of this chivalric honor that quite honestly made her sick to her stomach, and then that defiant look. This was the perfect setting, all going according to her design as she spent ages creating this perfect scenario. The beast finally confronts the hero, who stands before it to battle to the inevitable death. Yes, this script is going just as she had hoped for, perhaps a little details were off here and there but despite that minor mixup, she could still direct this scene as she chooses.

Trinette spoke, stepping in to meet her challenge as their busts pancake against one another. ”After my own heart, are you?” The hound would ask, pressing back against the blue haired Frenchwoman as they attempted to force her back a step. ”Lady Luck had smiled indeed, but I’m afraid she smiles on me. Even if you were to somehow vanquish me, I will be certain to take you down with me. These halls will have two new residents~.” The Hound threatens. Their forehead mashing against one another as she stared into those defiant pearls of theirs, her teeth bared as if itching to take their offer at face value and sink her canines into that soft throat but no, she couldn’t! That would ruin her finale, she must stay on script.

”So insistent on my demise, but know this, I will taint your honor with my own hands, this I swear.” Silva growls. She doesn’t even wait for any signal or semblance of a bell as she attacks, the Beast Queen would’ve done so after all~. She’s turn away, acting as if she was going to give the Paladin some space before the start of their match but Silva turned back sharply, throwing an elbow to effectively daze Trinny with a knock square to the jaw. The Hound would put her weight behind it, shifting her hip as her body turns in was the strike.

Granted she managed to knock the Paladin’s screws loose for a moment, her hands would shoot outward, grabbing hold of the Bluenette’s wrist and bicep as she makes a bid to Irish whip Trinette into the padded door that just closed behind them. If her surprise attack had landed her that far, Silva would give chase, delaying her step by a second, she’d lean into her run, her boots digging into the blue mat as she surges forward. If her Rival found themselves slammed into the door, Silva would leap, using her own momentum she’d aim to slam the poor thing into the door again with a flying drop kick, looking for a two for one special as her boots would drive the Paladin from wherever her boots managed to land to propel them back into those pads.

”What’s that honor worth now!?” Silva exclaims, absolutely thrilled to finally get her hands dirty with just the right costar~.

The busts of the two Frenchwomen mashed together, mushrooming against the other pair as they fought for space. There was no hesitation in the way Trinette approached this beast, she was truly the fearless knight at heart who would stare down any monstrosity without flinching. That much became clear as they exchanged verbal jabs with one another. It seemed as if the beast felt just as fortunate about their match up as she did, which suited the blunette just fine.

"Take me down with you? We shall see about that, beast." Trinette narrowed her eyes as she challenged Silva again, pressing herself even more firmly against the woman as she sought to claim that step over her. The threats from the redhead didn't faze the blunette. She continued to remain steadfast in the face of those fangs, the growls. The hostility between them was only rising and they hadn't even begun their contest.

When Silva suddenly turned away as if to give space for the battle to start, Trinette found herself about to do the same...only to be greeted with a swift elbow to her jaw! "Grghhh!" the Paladin would grunt out as her head snapped to the side, her senses rocked momentarily, but that moment was all that Silva needed. She barely felt how her wrist was seized by the redheaded beast, and then she was forced to run with that Irish whip of hers! Stumbling forward as she ran towards the door, the bluenette managed to turn at the last moment, her back hitting the padded door with a soft "Ufft..." escaping her mouth.

Trinette stumbled forward a step after hitting the door, but Silva had already given chase and those boots of hers soon found themselves digging into Trinette's chest as she was sent right back into the door! Taken off her feet from the power of the dropkick, she crashed into the padded door back first and landed on her rear with her back against the door. "Grufhh!" Trinette gasped out as air had shot out of her lungs following the dropkick, she wrapped an arm around her chest as she tried to catch her breath!

At the behest of the Queen of Beasts, the match had begun! From the speakers a distorted but still distinct sound of a bell ringing could be heard.


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