L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Well, here she was. With every ounce of sweat poured into preparation for tonight, fighting superstar Valentia Nieto found herself with an opponent perfect to start her LAW career against. And whats more, like herself, she was fresh out the box. Such a fact would surely make the fight ahead all the fiercer, as no-one ever wanted to start out on a loss. But unfortunately for Emily, atleast in Valentina's mind, she'd be the one biting the bullet.

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Emerging to a baying crowd with a kick to her step, the Spanish beauty descended the ramp throwing shadow-uppercuts in rapid fashion. In truth it was hard for the crowd not to be baying; the outfit the beauty wore left little to the imagination, and she was hardly what one would ever describe as 'mediocre looking.' Despite being warmed up entirely, with almost a visible bead of sweat down on her forehead, the Spanish wonder apparently believed one could not warm up enough. Halting her barrage on an invisible opponent midway down the ramp, Valentina would take to raising both exercised arms high; her gorgeous figure now welcoming the crowds modest reception to her.

With feet in the ring a moment later, the diverse striker would take to quickly warming up her legs to match her arms, as she sprinted across from rope to rope, seemingly without end until Emily turned up. With the stage set for her debut, she simply couldn't wait.

Her sister had wanted Emily to use one of her songs as her entrance music. But Emily found that her sisters music was too....preppy and old fashioned. Dear old Jolene nearly threw a fit like she did when the two sisters were young lasses playing in the Scottish countryside, before smiling warmly and wishing Emily luck. Now it was a question whether her sister had jinxed her, as she always had a habit of doing that. Especially with things like softball games and boys.

Her music reaching its height as she entered, a sly grin on her face and an alluring but practical stance, she waved and acted....sociable to the fans. Very sociable with high fives and smiles. In her mind, every step felt like a mile as she walked to the ring, stepping under the rope as she threw her hands in the air, in a cross lever pose and a grin.

Bowing politely to her opponent, she walked to her side of the ring.

Watching, almost analysing the beauty she'd soon be scuffling with, Valentina couldn't help but grin. Emily seemed to take as much pride as the Spaniard on the physicality of her frame, which suggested that even with experience aside, the two would be somewhat fated to perform evenly. At least, that was the blonde beauties hope. She certainly didn't want her first match to be a squash in Emily's favour.

When Emily entered the ring, Valentina would be greeted with a traditional bow of sorts before pacing to her corner, and act that at first made the Spanish figure smile. Extending her hand out towards her foe, with distance far too great for a handshake, Valentina's hand soon changed to that of a pointing motion, as her grin turned a little fierce.

"You. Let's have a good one, okay?!"

Well, the lady did not seem at all like a bitch. That was nice, for Emily did not like arrogant 'up and coming champions' that insulted their opponents, going into much detail on how they would destroy them brutally. Of course, it could of been a ruse of sorts, which would just cause Emily to leave Valentina passed out on the mat via a nice choke. Hopefully not, she wasn't in the mood.

Smiling awkardly as she stretched in her corner of the ring, not sure on how to respond in a 'polite' and normal manner, she nodded to her opponent, saying "As ready as I'll ever be" in her smooth accent, telling the truth.

Once the bell rang, Emily would make her way to the center ring, hands up in a stance and await Valentina in the middle.

With her foe giving all the signs of a woman ready to battle, Valentina wouldn't keep the beauty waiting. Approaching with hands up, she'd test the figure a few times, ducking left and right as if to see how Emily would respond, before pulling out of clenching proximity entirely.

Smiling to herself over the little testing charade, the Spanish beauty would then lock in for real, pushing forward as she brought her hands high, to find a collar and elbow tie-up.

The women was testing her, trying to she what kind of wrestler she was like. Emily could statisfy her, for now at least. Then she would get real and start actually fighting. She would keep with her opponent, trying to keep her from getting any openings and generally keep pace with her.

Once she would come for a tie up, Emily would olidge, before attempting to knee Valentina in the gut and put her in a headlock.

Finally closing the distance with her foe with no more taunts or teases in mind, Valentina's raised hands would quickly lower themselves; mitigating the force of the surprise knee, but both mostly catching her off-guard, and forcing her frame to bend over. Such was quickly taken advantage of by Emily, with the Spaniard's foe seeing it fit that she restrain the beauties head entirely.

Putting one hand around the side and back of her foe simply to brace herself, the blonde beauty would grunt as she forced her free palm up; trying to nudge it upon that lock, and unsettle her foes grip.

So far so good. She had Valentina locked nice in place and showed her that she meant business. Holding her, she smiled toward someone the crowd, taking the view in as he felt the Spaniard begin to place a hand on her backside, and begin to force her palm up in an attempt to open the lock.

Emily would have none of that. Again attempting to knee Valentina in the gut, she would then attempt to line a DDT, placing the blondes head under her armpit and then drive into the mat by falling on her bum.

With another knee finding its mark in a firm abdomen, Valentina again found herself playing the unwilling victim to her opponents rag-dolling. With no attempt at a counter even mountable, the Spanish beauty would find her foe pulling herself and Valentina both straight down, with the Spaniards head leading the charge. With but her quickly released arm only partially blocking some of the damage as a little of her skull landed on said arm rather than canvas, the beauty was laid out flat; groaning a little with arms in spread eagle posture after a moment of woozing, not at all a fan of how her first lock-up had gone!

Well, this was going better then she thought it would. Already she had the upper hand, getting in some good hits without even taking any damage herself. Good. She doubt it would stay that way, so she would have to quickly take advantage of this. Crawling over to her opponent, she would attempt to grab her left arm and pull it in for an arm bar. Not trying to get her to submit but at least do some damage.