L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Type: Boxing
Rules: 12 rounds, each lasting 2 minutes. A round ends when a female boxer is knocked down or commits a serious foul. Lewd attacks are permitted (the boxers will know how to exploit this). Following a knockdown, a 10-count will be administered. If a boxer fails to get back to her feet before the count of ten, she is declared KO'd, and the winner is announced. The winner is the boxer who accumulates the most points, unless the match ends in a knockout.

It had been some time since Liliel last demonstrated her boxing skills in the ring. In fact, this would be her first time putting on the gloves for a boxing match in LAW. Which, in itself, was more than exciting for her.

The tanned woman would be putting together a tight-fitting outfit this time – a two-piece set, complete with tights, incredible wrestling boots and arm sleeves that contrasted with her white gloves. She had accessorised the outfit with a small white strip of tape across the bridge of her nose, and, to top it all off, her skin had been oiled to make it stand out even more. However, none of this would be visible beneath the special robe draped over her shoulders. Only her boots could be seen.

“Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to L.A.W., and hold onto your drinks, because she’s headed straight for you!
Hailing from London, standing 5-foot-9 and packing the hardest hands in half of Gart’s Pub...
and now she’s brought them here! Because, in her own words: ‘Everyone wants to be in L.A.W!’
The one, the only... LILIEL “THE COMPASS” NORTH!”

Spoiler

The brunette made her way onto the upper entrance ramp as soon as her entrance music began playing. It was her first boxing match. She was more than excited, and she wanted to show it. She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck before breaking into her footwork the moment her name was announced. She was practically burning with excitement now that she knew she would finally be boxing tonight.

The Brit then made her way down the ramp, reaching the ring where a couple of staff members parted the ropes to let her through. And there, in the centre of the ring, the brunette swayed around before giving the cord a tug. Her trench coat fell open, slipping from her shoulders with a graceful roll of them, revealing her new outfit. One that perfectly matched the vigour she brought to tonight's boxing match.

Liliel's boxing gear

”And her opponent…”

Wrestling matches and boxing matches were different. Statement of the century, Carmen knew, but she had the unique advantage of having great experience with both. Enough to know that, however different people knew they were, it was nothing next to the sensation of actually competing in those matches.

”Hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico, and standing at a lean 5 feet and 11 inches…”

It wasn’t just in the ring, either. It started in the back, before you even came out for the match itself. Wrestling matches were short, violent, wild bursts of energy. Sprints You pumped your body up for it, you came out hard, you got it done, usually in less than ten minutes. Boxing matches? Those were marathons. Yes, you could end it in the first, you could go home early, but most likely? You were in the for the long haul. You had to be ready to die on the mats. Three minutes a round times twelve might not sound like much, but ask any boxer and they would tell you different.

Time slowed when punches flew.

”...with an Olympic pedigree, she now returns to the ring she had once called home, to claim her place within these ropes once more! The Silver Striker, the Pride of the Island! She. Is. Carmen Roooooooooooooodriguez!”
Carmen made her way down to the ring as the crowd roared about, keeping her face forward and focused every step of the way. She appreciated the enthusiasm, the energy, all of it, but another thing about boxing was that it wasn’t the best for showboating - at least, that wasn’t her style. When they’d signed her up for this boxing match, they’d told asked for the old Carmen, the Olympian, the one that took home silver for her country, and she intended to give them.

Up the steps, through the ropes, to the center of the ring with her arms held high, she took a quick look to her opponent’s side as her cornermen - Army and Felicia, her brother and cousin, made their way over to her side and got things set up. She took a quick moment to size her Liliel up, then nodded and let the robe slip, revealing her full

.

Yes. She was ready.