L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Management had decide the two new wrestlers needed to put in work and put on a show. And that pleased Zeta greatly, she new next to nothing about her opponent, only that she was also new, she sure as hell didn't want t be crushed on her first show at LAW but that also didn't mean she wasn't going to go hard. If she wanted a name for herself she knew she was going to have to work hard.

She psyched herself up in the walkway, her heart pounding as her entrance music faded in.

System Of A Down - Cigaro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4M98z22pgI

Her spirits raised at the heavy pounding sound and she charged into the arena, absorbing the excitement of a crowd looking to see some fresh faces put on a show.

"Making her way to the ring!..."

The announcer began

"MMMiss Zeta Fradid, the Desert Snake, weighing in at 176lb at 5ft 8, she's a full figured fighter, feeling the fire!!!"

She entered the ring, her graceful movements, soft, alluring and designed to entice, many in the crowd eyed the inviting body hungrily as she took her corner in the ring, stretching in ways that only invited the imagination.

The crowd gave her a warm welcome, easing her tension, and she joined their excitement at the approach of tonight's second debut.

Wrestling Attire

The arena lights suddenly dimmed, replaced by a golden spotlight cutting through the haze. The faint sound of a rising orchestral score echoed through the speakers, building anticipation. From the backstage, Jean “The Protector” Miller stepped out, her blonde hair shining under the lights, a calm but focused look on her face. Unlike her opponent, she didn’t rush or flaunt — her presence alone demanded attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, making her debut here tonight in LAW… Jean Miller!”the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, drawing the crowd’s attention.“Standing 6’1 and weighing 171 pounds, this newcomer is ready to prove herself in her very first match!”

The crowd’s murmurs swelled into cheers as Jean walked with purpose down the ramp. Each step was measured, her shoulders squared, eyes locked on the ring. She exuded strength and confidence, a protector ready to face any challenge without needing to prove herself with flashy tricks.

Reaching the apron, Jean paused, letting her gaze sweep the audience. Then, in one smooth motion, she grabbed the second rope and swung herself into the ring, landing firmly on her feet. Her stance was grounded, ready — a wrestler prepared to control the match through skill and power.

The referee stepped forward, raising an arm. Jean nodded respectfully, signaling she was ready. Across the ring, Zeta’s gaze met hers, both fighters aware that this debut match was the first chapter of their rising legacies.

BELL RINGS

With the sound of the bell echoing across the arena, Jean took a measured step forward, circling cautiously, looking for an opening. Her hands were raised, ready to grapple.

Jean Miller

Miss Zeta enjoyed the sight of her opponents entrance, her height and curves quite the display. She reminded herself not to stare, and for god sake keep her mouth closed. Well this was it, LAW, powerful women fighting for dominance, her nerves and excitement grew.

As her opponent entered she gave her a confident glare, a dark smile to warn her, Zeta was ready.

She was announced and shortly after the bell rang, she matched her opponents pace, slowly moving forward, their eyes locked as they engaged the grapple.

The woman was taller than her, but she could use that to her advantage. The grapple was evenly met, the two fighters tested each other feeling one another's strength. Finally Zeta had found the sort of foes she had been seeking. She smiled to her opponent.

"Good luck Jean, and welcome to LAW, now let's see who is the better wrestler"

Zeta began her next move, planning to quickly drop to her opponents waist before lifting her and slamming her to the mat.

“Appreciate it,” Jean replied calmly, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the tension. “You too.”

Jean read Zeta’s level change instantly. As Zeta dipped lower, trying to change levels and get to her waist, Jean reacted on instinct and training rather than panic. Jean planted her feet firmly, widened her stance, and dropped her hips, denying the lift. Her right arm threaded over Zeta’s shoulder while her left hand slid under the arm, locking a tight over-under grip.

With a sharp twist of her torso, Jean snapped Zeta downward, driving her shoulders toward the mat without overcommitting. She stayed low, chest pressed close, ready to react if Zeta tried to roll or escape.

Zeta dived forward, aiming for her opponent's waist, but Jean was ready, instead she was thrown, shoulder first and entangled, to the mat.

She admired her powerful and muscular opponent, it was clear she was fully focused on the fight. Zeta pressed herself closer, smushing her ample chest against Jean's, and drove her knees upward, aiming to wrap them around her opponents waist.

"You don't mind if I get on top do you dear? I do like to be in control!"

Zeta said with a playful confidence, giving Jean her most alluring smile. Planning to twist and mount her opponent if she got her legs around Jean.

Jean felt the contact but didn’t let it linger.

As Zeta drove in and tried to climb up her body, Jean reacted immediately, posting her left forearm across Zeta’s collarbone to create space while her right hand shot down to block Zeta’s hip, stopping the legs from fully wrapping around her waist. She shifted her weight to her knees and bridged slightly, forcing Zeta’s balance forward instead of letting herself get mounted.

Jean turned her head just enough to meet Zeta’s eyes, unfazed by the confidence.

“Control has to be taken,” she said evenly.

Using the opening she created, Jean began to angle her hips and shove at Zeta’s thigh, clearly trying to peel one leg away and prevent the mount, keeping the struggle tight and grounded as the crowd leaned in.

Zeta smiled as her attempt to mount her opponent was blocked, good, no fun if it's too easy.

She heard Jean respond and laughed, her voice pleasant and sultry.

"It does, but you can't fight me of forever, I'm quite persistent"

Her leg was being peeled away and sensing her opportunity lost, Zeta swung her leg, hoping to take it away from her opponents grasp, and instead drive some space between them by pushing her knee forcefully into Jean's chest.