L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

An attendant snapped Camile out of the stupor she found herself in. She was sitting on a steel bench in the locker room, her attire newly donned. She lamented her mental pep-talk being cut short as the attendant informed her that the match was about to begin. Camile inhaled deeply. She felt ready.

Camile moved to the top of the ramp, sitting in gorilla pose as the announcer called her name. "And hailing from Verdun, France, give it up for Celine Dion!" She rose to her feet, jogging down the ramp to a modest ovation. She waved as she ran, but paid little attention to the stands as she rolled under the bottom rope.

Camile sprang to her feet, readjusting her leotard and retreating to her corner of the ring. She cracked her knuckles and began to stretch. She was nervous, yes, but she was excited as well. And above all, she was determined to win.

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Gabriel was already in her corner before her opponent even arrived. She had the pleasure of entering first, strutting down the ramp with that imposing swagger—like a runway where she alone was the center of attention. As always, ignoring the fans along the sides who begged for a high-five. And when it was time to enter the ring, she did so by placing one knee on the apron, extending an arm along the rope to pose, balancing on one foot while holding herself up with the other. Smiling.

Her gaze was fixed on the entrance, as if expecting to catch even the faintest silhouette of her opponent. But there was nothing to see behind the black curtain.

That didn’t dampen the excitement of a romantic like her. Instead, she kept drawing attention. Swinging one leg over the ropes, then the other, stepping into the ring. From there, the rest was as expected from this Queen. Feigning patience now that she had reached her corner, leaning back against the ropes with her arms draped over them, one heel resting atop a turnbuckle. Waiting… until her opponent finally shows. And steps into the ring!

This was shaping up to be interesting.

Dion looked equal parts energetic and nervous. Almost like Gabriel. But the Queen hid it far better behind that wicked smile and piercing gaze. On the other hand, the girl from Verdun seemed far more focused on winning than the one from England.

If she managed to catch her eye, Gabriel would give her a wink, just to stir that nervousness.

DING DING DING

The Brit pushed herself off the ropes the moment the bell rang, squaring up with her hands raised as she approached Dion.

"Ready to come out a winner?" she remarked with a touch of sarcasm, looking to strike a nerve.

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