L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match type: Hentai Multifall first to 5 downs. Each point awarded allows the winner to do whatever they want to the loser for 2 minutes before the next round immediately restarts from that position.

Reiko hummed happily to herself as she was preparing for her incoming match, stretching her body out to make sure all of her limbs were in perfect fighting condition. After graduating from the Young Lioness, things have been looking good for the Flexible Flier and she was more than ready for the next match. Whoever it was. She wasn't really listening to her manager.

outfit

music

As her theme song came on, Reiko would front flip onto the stage, having made a lot of new fans who had their eyes on her as an up and coming star building her career on a high note. She sprinted down the aisle and leaped onto the apron before bouncing herself over the ropes and landing in the ring with an energy only someone like her can express, she would continue to wave to the crowd who would also be mostly looking at her bust that was constantly bouncing about from how much jumping and spinning she was doing. After she was done, she would happily walk over to her corner of the ring, unbelievably excited to see who her opponent would be.

Lighting sucked from the stadium and was replaced by dark purple and Chrome Skulls moving in the animated stadium banner. Her

hit next, signalled by four tolling bells that sounded the Virus's arrival.

A drop into electronic cued vivid cone spotlights from the stage and done the ramp, pointed up in showcase display. Purple fog machines hummed from the stage and from the scaffold to form a building cloud. The Virus dropped in from above on a grappling hook that lowered her down above the Titantron. At about ten feet, she dropped straight into her cloud of mist. Her feet STOMPED the stage and the purple clouds rolled left, right, back and away. When she stood upright, it was the black side of her cape.

"The SHOW!" She said, her voice carrying stadium-wide in a roar. Her hand swiped the air around her, turning around promptly to stand one leg over the other, raising her hand high overhead as if reaching for holy grail. A smile that brandished teeth took the camera lens that zoomed on her, displaying her on the Titantron.

Attire

"Is now MINE!" The claw formed a fist post-declaration, then she headed on from the stage to the ramp and onward. Progressing down that ramp, the spotlights glitched and flickered. Crowds booing grew louder with ruined pictures and distorted flashing in their faces. When she extended her arm out to right, the lights flashed rapidly. The same side to the left to predictable effect. And together, both arms out, she lifted up, then down to silence her remaining spotlights at ringside.

Her stride was strong and purposeful as she passed by a ring attendant to swipe a microphone from their hand. Quick to hop the stairwell, stride across that apron, then with no hands and back facing the ropes--backflip into the ring. A spin on her heels set her straight, head on with Reiko Masuda. A fresh face from her graduation. Yes, and another thing. A wee known secret talk of the town if any Reiko connoisseur watched her list of matches. Was Reiko any better than that little secret she knew now than before? Spectre doubted so. ALL that jumping and spinning? It spelled naivety to her.

Delicious, unprepared: weakness.

"Maaaa-suuuuu-da." Said Spectre in her approach, passing the centre mark of the ring. The referee got in-between them, caught a swift kick to her groin, then picked up by the shirt and walked behind the Virus. Her back became Spectre's bench, who crossed over her legs and set her hands together on-top. The mic held to her lips. "Something tells me you're meant to be the newwww hotshot of the league. You just graduated, didn't you? Tell them. Which LOSER did you squash to get this platinum opportunity to enter my ring?"

Extending the microphone to Reiko, the cue was all theirs!

Reiko watched her opponent and crossed her arms, a competitive grin on her face. She always enjoyed fighting people who clearly had their shtick and knew who they wanted to be. It inspired who to figure out who she wanted to be. Someone who she had really yet to figure out yet since her real wrestling career had only just started. But as Sprectre lulled out her name, it sent a shiver down the newbie's spine and she didn't quite understand why. She hadn't encountered someone with this kind of presence before.

"eh? E-eh? Yes. That's me-"

She replied before listening to the rest of Spectre's speech. But that intimidation of fear would be turned to a bit of annoyance as Spectre indirectly insulted her best friend and mentor, Alizeh. That smile of her's twitched a little and she promptly snatched the mic away from Spectre once it was extended to her.

"I don't think anyone who I beat is a loser, thank you very much. So please do not talk about Alizeh that way".

She replied through the mic. Though in her attempt to keep herself polite, she also incidentally revealed Alizeh's name to Spectre. She was nice, but she wasn't all that smart with her words. Instead of letting Spectre keep talking with the mic, she would turn her back to the girl and promptly try to hand the mic over to the referee in the hopes to start the match as opposed to this annoying talk they were having.

There was some attitude on this one.

Reiko's tone was meek and ordinary—sounding like a formal rebuke with self-control and maturity. That grab told her another thing, but she didn't make comment of it. She'd just watch them hand the microphone over to the official who was still parked underneath her.

The referee took it awkwardly, trying to keep themselves from buckling or dipping to her shoulder. Spectre retrieved it instead when they tried by stepping on their palm. Her heel would grind until they started groaning into the microphone. Then she'd lean over, snatch it for a sec, then talk into it briefly while leaning over and tilting her head up at Reiko.

"You do know Midori means green?" Her tongue clicked. "Fresh. Newbish. Low-league."

She laughed casually while she stood up, then gave the referee a punt in their bottom to stagger onto their face and collect the microphone with a searching hand. With little to say or add than a whimper, they crawled to the ropes and gestured for the bell. They'd get up, held their bottom and tried to use a corner to soothe their charlie horse.

Meanwhile, the Virus stood right where she was, hands by her waist, palms face-up, beckoning them with her fingers. "Lets go, hotshot. You got a shot at history RIGHT here!"