L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

What lay before the masses on this otherwise standard LAW evening was a curious sight to say the least. For it wasn't simply a ring that stood before the packed out masses, but one utterly filled to the brim with smoke. Had someone just tuned in and been told there had been a fire in the arena, they likely would have believed it. Such was the degree of obscurity present, with those at the side of the ring struggling not to walk into a barricade or one another!

Though the sight at hand was not one made by a misuse of prop or otherwise - it was intentional, if hastily organised by the one it 'benefitted.'

All at once finding the lights in the arena cutting off one by one, whatever was the reasoning for the heavy smoke was about to be revealed, given now only a single light shone on the ring. The centre one, at that.

For looking closely, one could see that an object had been placed dead centre of the ring, with long beads of fabric coming from it either side. As the smoke began to clear, those whom had already finished rubbing the haze from their eyes would find that those beads weren't fabric at all. They were long braids of red hair!

With the owner of said locks sat upon a now-distinguishable throne; legs crossed and a cavalier look to boot!

Spoiler

It was Eileen Sommers! In all her splendid glory!

Uninterested in letting the masses merely oogle the dominant sight of her rightfully sat in a throne, she'd arise with a microphone to hand and her eyes set to the ramp. Stage hands would take to the cue instantly, both switching off the smoke machine and removing that hefty throne by lifting it over the top of the ropes, before opting to simply leave it ring side.

Whilst Eileen herself, opted to speak.

"Come..." Is all she'd hush into her microphone before that too was thrown to the side of the ring. The bewildered looks of the crowd between one another would soon end in a gaze upon the titantron screens.

As the word 'Apex' appeared in bold, prominent lettering upon them...

Peggy McIntyre was fired up, looking forward to a match against a big name in LAW! She was really hoping to use this as a huge win to give her momentum towards a PPV rematch she had with a pesky, annoying foe she couldn't seem to beat. The Irish grappler was grinning, more than ready to take it to Eileen and show her just what Peggy was made of!

Clad in her green one piece swimsuit, gold knee and elbow pads along with her green with gold trim boots Peggy came out and waved to the crowd before flexing her arms at the top of the ramp. She got a polite cheer, nothing too crazy from the crowd. Peggy looked at Eileen and she seemed oh-so-slammable. Peggy was going to go in and give it her all eager to show everyone that she wasn't just a jobber, and shouldn't be some undercard mainstay. She was for real and about to prove it.

Peggy walked up the ring steps and strut down the apron before climbing through the ropes to enter the ring, holding her arms out and taking in the cheers before glaring over at Eileen who Peggy was ready to throw the kitchen sink at.

It was night and day between the two set to wrestle, at least with how they carried themselves. Peggy was all business, with her figure clad in gear designed for serious matchups. Not to mention the fact she wasted little time descending to the ring, with little theatricality nor flair save for moments of appreciation for the audience. Eileen on the other hand was clad in gear that would have worked in a 'fantasy' style match, with a throne to the side of the ring that told you just how much the redhead cared for image.

Image Eileen hoped to further cement in the match to come - an image that regardless of opponent or setup, she was simply not to be trifled with!

Offering no greeting at her larger foe save for a smug look, Eileen brought her hands behind her back before locking her fingers together. Raising her arms up behind her as far as they would go to stretch out her frame, the audience felt the need to lean in all the closer as Eileen very purposefully accentuated her buxom front.

Shaking off her fingers as her hands came out to her side, Eileen gave but one nod to the referee to signal she was ready, before raising her hands.

The time was nigh to begin the climb for her pursuit of the biggest prestige in LAW...

Peggy glared at Eileen and as soon as the bell rang Peggy let out a scream as she rushed in right at her foe. Peggy moved straight at her, extending her arm at the last minute to try to open the match by smashing into Eileen with a hard hitting running clothesline. Peggy wasn't wasting time or beating around the bush. She knew she was a huge underdog in this matchup, but she didn't care. Peggy was out to prove to everyone that she was a real wrestler ready to move up the ranks!

Eileen was out of her element here - usually she'd read up on her foes from top to the bottom, knowing often enough what their opponents would be most prone to do before they'd even decided on such a course of action. Peggy was naturally different to Eileen, given there was next to no research or prep done on Eileen's behalf. She wasn't in the business of looking up wrestlers she didn't outright know she was going to face!

Her guard strong and her posture stronger, Eileen played the wiser woman in waiting for the top heavy Peggy to come to her. Eyes tensing as the arm of her would-be contender came right at her, Eileen did the next best thing beyond grabbing that arm to turn momentum upon her foe. She'd simply duck!

Tutting as she did, as if the entire motion was beneath her, Eileen looked to swing out her right leg into Peggy's lower back, or even abdomen had she turned, nigh immediately! With her thighs her strongest asset by a good margin, she'd look to start this match with something of a shotgun blast straight to Peggy's lower torso - given the force of her kicks!

Peggy ran in and missed as Eileen ducked out of the way, leaving Peggy to take a hard hit to her lower back sending her stumbling forward! Peggy hobbled a few steps before falling to her hands and knees, crawling forward to try to put distance between herself and Eileen to allow her to rise back up to her feet. Peggy wasn't going to allow herself to be a underdog stepping stone. She didn't care how much better everyone thought Eileen was. Peggy was going to try to get back up and turn around swinging a spinning backfist to keep Eileen at bay as much as it was meant to actually hit.

Eileen was already making motions when Peggy offered retort. And with Eileen committed to the follow-up, she had either choice. Power on through, or stop for reprieve!

Rearing up her opposing leg as Peggy stumbled, Eileen would be knocked off balance by the hard strike to her head albeit she held little intent of falling further. Pushing her dominant leg back, Eileen was baring her teeth as she looked to cut whatever distance was lost by her misstep. She intended to not only make Peggy pay for that - but damn near flaw her from the get-go! Putting Eileen on track to dominate this qualifying match!

Rearing up her opposing leg with her original plan for a follow-up coming through, albeit a few moments after intended, Eileen snapped up her left foot before bringing it back down. For an attempt at a question-mark kick, right at the top of Peggy's head!

While Peggy succeeded in landing a strike to keep Eileen back it didn't benefit her whatsoever. Peggy stepped forward but walked right into the hard kick to her skull!

"UUUGGGHHHHH!" Peggy howled as she crumpled to the mat in a heap, her arms cradling her head as she rolled around on the canvas reeling from the heavy strike.

Eileen had taken control but not without a receipt. Her cheek was already starting to redden from Peggy's strike - a feeling that made her all the more irate. This was to be the dominant first step in a world title run; one she had no intention of being stopped from the get go!

Turning after briefly gazing at the fallen Peggy, Eileen kicked off her feet to sprint at the ropes Peggy's top half would be facing. Returning with speed to her frame, Eileen was evidently throwing caution to the wind as she charged right at her foe.

Albeit, feet first!

For Eileen kicked out both feet in front of her, with intention of her curvy rear leading the way down to the canvas. Though not before her boots made contact with Peggy's upper torso - for a wrecking ball dropkick!

Peggy was groaning and in pain, trying to rise back off the mat to get to her feet. However Eileen had other ideas.

Peggy's bad start was getting worse as she was smashed in the chest with a dropkick, crashing back down to the mat again! "Oomph!"

Peggy moaned in pain, rubbing her chest and kicking the mat as her legs shookmeoght along with the ring ropes from her body crashing to the canvas.