L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Last Woman Standing Match: Victory is to be awarded by knocking the opponent out for a ten count. No disqualifications.

It felt like she would never get used to this.

The muffled, blaring sound of the announcer's voice echoing from the arena and down the hall, and the cheering of a hyped-up audience that always ensued. The uncertainty of how the upcoming fight would play out, especially on a night like this, where she had never even laid eyes on her opponent. This pre-match anxiety that stirred within her as the silver-haired girl stared back at her own reflection, hands placed stiff on either end of the table as she watched her own gaze dance up and down, back and forth as she mustered her wavering confidence. She ultimately brought her hands up to adjust her light purple hair bow, before breathing in a deep sigh.

".. Fuck."

This lapse in her ego would only last temporarily. As soon as she set foot out into the arena, she was as confident as ever. She still detested every second of this, impatiently waiting for her cue that would summon her to the ring.

After what felt like an eternity, that cue eventually came, hearing the announcer beginning the introduction of the Silver Wolf over the speakers. One last, pink bubble would protrude from her lips as she headed through the door, spitting her gum into the bin on the way out.

Spoiler

The audience roared as the Wolf emerged from behind the massive, LED screens that concealed the backstage, turning out onto the ramp as she gave the audience a quick peace sign with her fingers, accompanied by a cute little wink. From there, she kept either thumb tucked slightly into her short shorts in the absence of pockets, her eyes locked dead onto the empty ring beyond. There was very little flaunting or spectacle in her entrance. In fact she almost looked bored - seemingly this was a huge waste of time for a wrestler of her caliber, having to fight in debuts. The truth was quite the opposite, of course; she loved this, the thrill of it, the way her heart pounded as she heard her nickname occasionally cheered from the crowd.

The Silver Wolf would eventually reach the ring, gracefully leaping onto the mat and rolling under the ropes as she waved to the audience once more in a spin, before finding a comfortable corner opposite to the ramp, leaning against it in wait for her opponent.

Ok, debut!
It's all up to this moment. To say hello in the scariest… creepiest? Unsettling-est?.... way possible! What that meant was a vague idea, but she’d sure to have it when she got beyond those curtains. And she couldn’t be more ready! Black book in hand, dress all tightened up. All the laces up! Boots ready! Ya-ya! And to cap off tonight, she had ripped a page from her black boot and folded it into a paper fortune teller. It took her a moment to find her pencil, which was right on her ear. But once she did, she scribbled down four things between Win/Lose, Hentai/KO/Pinfall/Submission! Then she closed her eyes and started picking, opening up the flap, where she had a little devilish grin.

Heh-heh-heh.
And just like that. Her cue had come!
She quickly stuffed the fortune-teller into the book and closed it like a bookmark, hopping from her stool to hit gorilla position, then past that frickin curtain.

“And now… Making her pro wrestling debut! From parts beyond! Nyaaaaarlathoteeeeep!”

The Titantron flashed a background of squished-together black eyes, with a glowing white iris and a black pupil. The screen was congested with them, pushing into each other until they appeared misshaped. They shook and rattled on screen, with the centre being another giant black eye, with the wide white iris shivering and looking around erratically.

Song

Nyarlathotep had skipped across the stage and down the ramp with a groovy swish of her shoulders the song’s macabre rhythm. Her grin formed into dimples with her teeth and wide uncanny eyes. The yellow rings and small pupils. The stuff of nightmares, so she hoped. And she came up those steps, sunk beneath the middle rope, stepped in and went straight for one corner. She stepped up to the middle turnbuckle, a foot on both adjacent ropes, then a hand down on the top pad. There she flicked her wrist and made a ring between index and middle. A black eye right in the slot where her normal eye should be.

The front row had a small gasp. She could see their brows raise for a moment -- as she looked around, leaned and stuck her tongue out to add to the freak show. Then when she flicked her wrist again, she stowed the eye, which was perhaps the point that sold it. Just for a second: fricking weirdo.

And now that the time for theatre had passed, Nyarla jumped and turned around to plant her feet, facing Silver Wolf. She seemed about her size. Though heavier. Which was ok!

Girl

“Hehehe.”
She stepped to the middle of the ring, then presented her Black Book dramatically with one hand, flipping open its cover, then the pages all whooshed until it reached her fortune teller, which she pinned down with a finger.

“I hope you weren’t planning on winning, because my Black Book says this match is mine!”

And she closed it with a big ol thump to cap it all off. Entrance: over!

Silver hues would slowly drift to the side, slowly tracking Wolf's soon-to-be prey as she made her debut down the arena's ramp. She waited. And waited, impatience swelling within her with each passing moment as she nonchalantly rested herself against the ropes, arms stretched wide, legs lazily crossed together.

Hopefully all of this spectacle was actually worth something. It would be a shame if this was all leading to a quick and easy match.

When Nyarlathotep's entrance concluded, Kayla would take a step forward, taking a moment to stretch out her back with a small wince, before returning her gaze back to her opponent. Specifically, the little paper fortune teller her finger laid upon.

"Heh. Does it now?" she questioned, seeming more amused than anything. "Might want to check again, because as far as I'm aware you're gonna be reeling under my boot by the end of this."

The cool energy gave her soul frostbite. All relaxed, leaning on the ropes until she got there. Stretching, even! It seemed like they didn’t inject any unsettling bits or jitters from her entrance flair. Was it how she walked? The line she pulled. She could’ve sworn, after four dozen rehearsals in the mirror, that her delivery was spot on. Not too low, not too high, the right amount of energy to give umph, but not sound like a sugar-rushed child.

“Yeap!” Nyarlathotep chimed in. She put the book behind her back, grabbed her own wrist and stood tall, twisting little bits side to side. Reeling under boot. Now THAT was one she’s going to save for another match. Her smile reflected the happy discovery.“Hm-Hmmm, if you’re going to promise me that.” Nyarlathotep stepped forward. “Then I might as well promise you something too.”

She took another step to close the distance and corner them. Face-to-face, where Nyarlathotep can stare at them with big yellow eyes. “I’ll have you kiss my boots, k?”