L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Standard submission match
Win by verbal submission
Attire: Normal

It's been a few weeks since Ruri had made her ring debut. It was extremely tiring for her for sure. Somehow, she had managed to secure a win, even though that match with Viola was too intense for her that she thought she would be brought out of the ring with a stretcher or something. Nonetheless she has been practicing with Haruka lately, to get used to the footwork when in the ring. She's now aware of how much space she can actually use around the ring as an advantage. Though she still has to learn more about how to actually utilize the ring as well, since for all of the matches that she has participated except recently, none of them had ropes or turnbuckles so she doesn't have to worry about her opponents flying out of nowhere

Currently in the locker room, she ponders on what would come up for her soon. She knows Calista is making her ring debut as well, since her management mentioned about it during her matchups and bookings. For all of her matches, she has yet to meet any of her opponents physically, before the the day of the actual match. If not, they could've familiarize with each other. Sure, they're here to compete and to win, but at least if they can show a good showmanship towards thousands of attendees in the arena, it would've been a way better entertainment. She want's her opponent to have fun as well, and she hopes that her opponent this time aren't as brutal as Viola's submissions or Renee's humiliation.

Nonetheless, she changed into her ring outfit, a classic blue competitive swimsuit with some protective gears that fits the wrestling style. She looks at the mirror, posing as if she's a superheroine ready to save the world or something. Eventually, someone would embrace her from behind, which surprises her since initially the locker room has no one in it. Turns out it, it was Haruka. The red head would peck her lips onto the bluenette's cheeks, making the bluenette embarrassed.

"Chu~ Fufu~ Good luck for the match!

"Ah! Mouuu.. Haruka..~"

The bluenette turns around and kisses her crush back in the lips for a split second and smiled, as her cheeks blushed Red. Seems like Haruka had a match earlier today, but unclear when exactly. The red head is also clad in a towel, probably either preparing to shower or she's done showering. Nonetheless, the two of them part ways. waving at each other as the rigel heads towards the arena, for her entrance.

Entrance

https://youtu.be/IKKar5SS29E

The light blares navy blue, sparkled with some mini lights resembling stars in the sky as the Rigel Theme starts slowly, infatuating the crowd from the beauty of the landscape as they cheered towards the rookie. This might be her first appearance with a full blown entrance, in which she was totally nervous and couldn't control her emotions much, under the blue fogs. A few seconds later, Ruri would reveal herself as the beat drops, and greets the audience extremely happily while walking down the ramp as the lights get even brighter and brighter while the music transitions into it's fancy rhythms. The arena's ambiance was totally flooded by the sound of the crowd cheering, which makes Ruri cringe a little considering her eardrums were going to break but she was too happy to care about it. Soon she would get into the ring and do some poses towards her fans before resting on the turnbuckle as her music ends, waiting for her opponent to come out.

Revelation

Once her opponent would've been done with their entrance, the bluenette would walk towards the center of the ring, to meet with her opponent. She would then offer a hand, for a handshake before the bells would ring.

”Good evening Calista-san! Let's have a good match~ hehe.."

Calista Petridis knew it was showtime.

The nerves were impossible to ignore, churning in her stomach and tightening her chest with every breath. This wasn’t a film set or a carefully controlled shoot where retakes were possible. This was live, unpredictable, raw, and in front of the biggest audience she had ever faced, both in the arena and watching at home. The stakes weren’t just her reputation as a performer, but her credibility as a competitor.

She paced up and down the hallway just outside the gorilla position, her footsteps echoing faintly in the bustling background of crew chatter and faint music cues. One hand ruffled through her ginger hair while the other hung at her side, twitching slightly with her pent-up energy. Her legs swung in brief kicks to loosen up, the muscles in her calves and thighs already warm from her earlier stretches. She whispered to herself, a mantra barely audible above the noise.

No second chances for a first impression. They need to see a star.

The thought brought a flicker of a smile to her lips. She could do this. She would do this.

A tech approached, giving her the cue. Showtime.

Calista gave herself one last shake, brushing her fingers through her hair again and playfully twisting her hips as she turned toward the curtain. She stepped forward, her heart pounding against her ribs, and as her wistful, adventurous entrance music swelled through the speakers, she burst into view.

The reaction was immediate. The crowd roared in delight, and Calista drank it in, letting it bolster her confidence as she skipped lightly across the stage, twirling for the audience. Her ginger hair caught the lights, shimmering like spun gold, while the tail of her green entrance skirt flared upward to reveal toned, curvy legs that seemed to glisten. The upper half of her leotard, snugly fitted, showcased just enough of her ample cleavage to be alluring without crossing into excess. She added a wink here, a blown kiss there, and punctuated each gesture with a sprinkle of “pixie dust” she had hidden in her palms before stepping out.

Calista

The energy was intoxicating. This was wonderful, she decided, even as a jolt of nerves resurfaced.

The reason for her nerves stood ahead, framed by the ring ropes: Rigel Phantom.

The name alone carried weight. Part mystique, part intimidation. And the woman behind it? She cut an athletic figure, her presence alone enough to make Calista straighten her back as she approached.

With practiced grace, Calista ascended the ring steps, pausing at the ropes to blow one final kiss to the crowd before slipping between them. The green skirt slid off her hips in one smooth motion, revealing the full extent of her leotard and the powerful shape of her legs beneath it. The resulting whistles and cheers made her grin despite herself as she turned to face Rigel.

Her opponent was extending a hand in greeting, her demeanor courteous. Good, Calista thought, a polite one. She could work with that.

But instead of simply shaking the offered hand, Calista took it delicately in her own and bent forward slightly, planting a light kiss on Rigel’s knuckles.

“I predict this match will be nothing but good,” she said with a wink, her voice playful yet confident. “Call it intuition.”