L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Standard Match – 3 count pin, submission or KO

Waiting backstage for the announcer’s call, Storm was as excited as she had been in a long time. Not that you would know it from her demeanour – the stoic Scot was impassive and composed as she looked herself over in a nearby mirror, idly brushing back her short brown hair, her curvy but muscular body squeezed into her standard dark blue pants and sports bra. This was the start of her foray into forging a LAW career, and she was determined to make an impact. Lose too many matches early on, and you’d be marked as a jobber forever, which was utterly lethal in this cut-throat industry. Storm had no intention of going down that particular road, so a win here was crucial.

She heard the noise of the crowd intensify as she was called to the entrance. ‘This is it, Storm’ she told herself as she strode toward the arena. ‘Welcome to the big leagues.’ In this case, literally, as she knew her opponent was a big brute of a woman, with a physique to match Storm’s own. Cecilia’s reputation preceded her, as a Viking thug who would gladly slam you silly, or smack you with a steel chair should the opportunity arise. Fortunately, Storm knew more than a few dirty tricks herself, and was determined not to underestimate her foe.

As her entrance music played, and she stepped out onto the ramp to an applause of approval, a faint smile played on her otherwise calm face. She strode purposefully to the ring steps and clambered up through the ropes, acknowledging the fans with a single raised fist before retiring to her corner. All eyes were on the LAW newbie, waiting to see what she could do, but Storm’s own gaze was fixed firmly back at the entrance, awaiting the woman she was eager to overcome.

Cecilia Northman had been chosen to break in this newcomer to LAW, on one hand the blonde was annoyed that she was put up against a newbie to the LAW ring...but on the other hand, she didn't know how capable this woman would be. If she ended up being a tough opponent, then Cecilia wouldn't mind this whole situation at all, but if she ended up being too weak for the blonde bombshell's taste, then she'd end up being pissed off. So while she was mildly annoyed at the moment, that mood was something even the Californian knew could change the second she stepped into the ring with this - Storm MacIntosh.

After Storm had made her way to the ring it was time for Cecilia to do the same, her music would blast out of the speakers and with it the blonde powerhouse stepped out onto the ramp and was immediately met with the mixed reaction of the crowd! Cheers and jeers filled the arena and almost drowned out the Hardcore Queen's music. She had a smirking grin on her face as she marched down the ramp and made her way to the squared circle, stepping up onto the ring apron and slid through the ropes. Cecilia raised her right arm up into the air, basically declaring her intent on having her arm raised at the end of this match.

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The blonde turned her gaze towards her opponent. She certainly had an impressive physique and build...so far it didn't look as if this was going to be a waste of the Hardcore Queen's time. Cecilia didn't waste time going to her corner either, she proceeded to march right up to the center of the ring with her hands on her hips. " Well look at you. Fresh meat thrown to the wolves on your first day. I almost feel sorry for you." Cecilia mocked as she fixed her red eyes on Storm.

Storm’s eyes widened a little as she caught sight of her opponent, and the crowd noise intensified, the LAW veteran unsurprisingly eliciting a much stronger response with that entrance, than for Storm’s own. A mix of boos and cheers bounced off the blonde Californian, which told Storm something important – that this woman did not give a shit about being loved.

Fine. Storm was a pretty no-nonsense soul, herself. She stayed implacable in her corner, even as Cecila marched aggressively into the centre of the ring, inviting a challenge. With slow, measured, unconcerned moves, Storm would step forward too, licking her lip thoughtfully as she sized up her foe. The blonde was bigger than her, though not overwhelmingly so. Storm was used to tossing smaller women around the ring, but she would relish the challenge of changing up her strategy to claim the win tonight.

Storm slowly approached Cecilia, looking into those red eyes as the Viking girl kicked things off with some callous mockery.

Smiling, Storm made a show of looking around, scratching her head. “Wolves? I don’t see any fucking wolves, here, hen.” She turned and held Cecilia’s gaze. “Just a big fucking trophy to celebrate my first win!” she beamed as she looked her opponent up and down.

She didn’t know how hot-headed this woman would be, but Storm would get into a fighting stance as she waited for the match bell to sound.

Cecilia would look on at her opponent as she watched her approach the center of the ring with those slow measured steps of hers. She watched her lick her lips and noticed how Storm was sizing her up. The blonde couldn't help but smirk a little, perhaps this newbie wasn't so bad. Though that was going to have to remain to be seen. She had no idea if Storm could put up a proper fight yet, just that she acted as if she might be worth the blonde's time so far.

The blonde bombshell would narrow her eyes as Storm fired back with a mocking attitude to counter Cecilia's words. Cecilia would step one step closer, closing the distance between the two until it was virtually non-existent. She would stare Storm down, as the referee would try to move in and push them apart.

"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you." Cecilia said with a cruel grin on her face, she would let the referee push her back and then when some space had been formed between the two wrestlers, Cecilia would raise her arms up and get into a grappling stance. Finally the referee could call for the bell.

*DING DING DING*

With that, the match was under way. Cecilia would start to circle Storm, her arms raised and ready to grapple as she would inch her way forward and offer Storm a collar and elbow tie up to start things off.