L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Hitaka would have smirk as it seem it is time for his debut in this league. There is not much that he knew about his upcoming opponent as his opponent is having her debut as well. But This doesn't change a single thing. In fact it will only make him more excited, this mean that he will be able to give a introduction toward his opponent, a humiliating introduction that is. He would have let out a smile as he began to imagine what he could do toward his female opponent.

Soon enough he will get called to get ready as he will smile. This is time. Before long, Hitaka theme song would have began to play as Hitaka would have come out to the stage as he would have let whistle and wave toward the crowd gaining a warm reception due to his cute appearance and outfit. The crowd did not know the sadistic nature inside of this cute boy.

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Hitaka would have jump up of the rope as he would have spin his yoyo around in his finger as he lean in on his corner as he would have begin to wait for his opponent to come into the ring. He can't wait to see what does his opponent look like, he can't wait to plan out idea on what he can do to humiliates the poor girl on her debut match.

Stepping through the curtain of vibrant lights, Ea makes her dramatic entrance, a striking visual feast that captivates the eager audience. With confident strides, she crosses the threshold onto the gleaming stage, her captivating presence commanding attention immediately.

Her physique is a work of art - taut, toned curves defined by years of rigorous training accentuate every movement as she prowls the ring like a sleek predator surveying its domain. Eye-catching blue hair cascades down her back in multiple braids adorned with colorful ribbons, adding to her mesmerizing aura.

A white, slingshot bikini top barely contains her generous bust, emphasizing her assets while providing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. Matching thigh-high fishnets cover her legs, held in place by laced boots that hug her feet and ankles, giving the illusion of wearing almost nothing.

Ea's slender arms rise above her head, stretching languidly as she surveys the crowd with an impish grin, her full lips curled into a sultry smirk. Shimmering glasses sit perched atop her nose, contrasting with her vibrant blue orbs and the smoky intensity in her gaze.

Her gaze drifts briefly to Hitaka, the object of her upcoming contest, a flicker of competitive hunger sparking in those piercing purple depths as she sizes up the opposition as she climbs in the ring.