L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Things were going strangely for Kasey Crass in LAW as of late. His tag team prospects had begun to falter as Him and His partner had their fair share of... disagreements. But that was a problem for another night- Kasey needed to shake things off, get His head back in the game. This bullshit was not the reason He joined LAW in the first place; it was to make a name for Himself and do so while showing off His boisterous personality and crass attitude. A debut for another wrestler? Perfect- whatever. Sure the last one He participated in certainly didn't go to plan but when beggars can't be choosers He may as well at least get Himself on the card. And upon reading into His opponent as much as He was able... Oh boy, there was quite the ammunition He could employ against Her. Maybe this would be His night after all...

"THE FOLLOWING IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, TO BE DECIDED BY PIN OR SUBMISSION! MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING... KASEYYYY CRASSSSSS!!!"

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Kasey sauntered out with His usual cocky sway- a uncaring look in His movements and expression as He extended His arms out to pose for the crowd. In His rather minuscule attire, He was making it clear what the audience should be paying attention to- there was no denying He was looking to strut His stuff while making quick work of His opponent. Kasey was rather impressed at Himself, His ability to lock in despite the hardships of the last few weeks was impressive to say the least; He could almost kid Himself into thinking He was completely unbothered in the slightest. A slight smile creaked underneath His mask as He realized that even if things with His tag partner didn't work out in the long run- He still had a place turning wannabee stars and starlets into miserable regrets inside the ring. He closed His eyes and walked down to the ring.

Whipping His hair to the side, He glared down all the cheering and hollering fans with a look of utter neutrality. His cocky aura surrounded Him and His every move as He clambered onto the apron and slowwwwwly slid Himself between the ropes- leaning back on them for a second to accentuate Himself favourably. For once He was looking forward to seeing His opponent- Her debut would surely be befitting Her background Kasey thought... Which would make it all the sweeter once He brings Her down to His level once the bell rang.

As Kasey's theme music fades and the crowd's roar begins to settle, a new melody rises through the arena—regal, commanding, unmistakably aristocratic. Fitting for who's about to enter. The shift in tone sweeps through the audience like a current. People rise from their seats, murmurs turning into excitement and anticipation.

Then, through the curtains, she appears.

"AND HIS OPPONENT! MAKING HER RETURN TO THE WRESTLING WORLD . . . VAYNE!"

The woman once known as the "Queen" of a major U.S. wrestling promotion—its former champion, its defining star. Kasey had read about her before the match, studied her style, her accolades, her reputation, her... scandal. But reading about Vayne and standing across from her were two entirely different things.

Her presence alone radiates authority, elegance, and danger.

And tonight, she is his opponent.

Today marked Vayne's debut—a moment she had been building toward ever since setting foot in Japan. She'd been in the wrestling world long enough to understand the weight of a first appearance. Debuts wasn't just any match; they were statements. The world's first impression. And for the ones who didn't know her name, she would engrave it into their memories tonight.

She hadn't flown across the ocean to falter. She wasn't here to play it safe either. She came to win. To prove that even after everything she'd endured, she still had more to offer, more to show.

And so, despite the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind, Vayne stepped onto the ramp with unwavering poise. Her stride was steady and confident. Not a flicker of doubt. Every movement told the audience exactly what she wanted them to see: a woman who knew her worth, a woman who is going to rebuild herself from the ground up.

Her attire captured that duality perfectly—simple, yet striking, befitting the moniker "Noble Executioner." She wore long, tight black pants that emphasized, paired with a black, X-strapped top that framed her athletic physique. Her blonde hair was braided and bound to keep it from obscuring her vision mid-match. And her boots added just enough height and presence to make her figure impossible to ignore.

As soon as Vayne stepped into the ring, she moved to her corner, fixing Kasey with a sharp, unblinking glare. Then, lifting her hand, she pointed directly at him—an elegant yet chilling gesture—before speaking words meant to either rattle him or send a shiver down his spine.

"Steel yourself, Mr. Crass. I intend to make an example of you."

From the way she spoke, it was clear she'd done her own research on her opponent as well.

"Vayne. Vayne... Vain. Yep- seems about right." Kasey muttered to Himself as His opponent made Her radiantly confident entrance. An air of smug arrogance followed Her every step as She walked down the rampway- braided hair, a tight fitting attire and elegant strides told Kasey all He needed to know about Her. His unimpressed glare greeted Her as She entered the ring and made Her intentions clear to "Make an example out of Him".

Kasey barely tried to hold back His laugh which He choked down before losing His composure and standing upright. "Wow. I mean- real elegant Ms. Vayne- your butler give that line to you? Oh what am I saying; no self-respecting noblewoman would evvvvver be caught dead somewhere this depraved... would She?" A slyly raised eyebrow accompanied Kasey's unapologetically sarcastic tone as He crossed His arms. "Oh sweetie, if you think you are raw enough to take what we dish out here at LAW- you are really gonna be in for a shock. And I'm not just talking about the one you're probably hoping for~" Kasey tucked His ring finger and thumb in to ensure Vayne knew the kind of "Shock" He was talking about as His cheeks were a dead giveaway of the shit-eating grin that was present behind His mask.

Of course, He truly believed Vayne looked above His level- but wouldn't that make it just oh so enjoyable to bring Her down to His?

*DING DING!*

"Cmon toots- show me how you dance~"

Vayne remained in her corner of the ring, posture straight, eyes locked on Kasey with the patience of someone analyzing a puzzle. She did not interrupt, she did not react, she simply absorbed every word he rattled off and every dramatic gesture he threw toward her and the crowd. But there was one motion, one little flourish he made while boasting about the kind of "shock" L.A.W. loves to deliver, that caused the slightest shift in her expression.

Her gaze dipped, slow and deliberate, as if considering his implication. Then she raised her eyes again, meeting Kasey's stare calmly.

"Unfortunately," she began, her tone smooth and matter-of-factly, "I do not possess the appropriate organ for you to suck on."

Vayne didn't so much as blink for such a comment. She stood tall, composed, as if her cutting remark were nothing more than a polite correction.

As the bell rang out, Vayne slid into her stance, posture poised and steady. She didn't rush or anything. She simply held her ground, patiently waiting for Kasey to make the first opening move. She would do this while also circling around Kasey, almost like she was prepared to enter a test of strength.

Kasey chuckled at the adorable way Vayne attempted to maintain Her composure and righteous attitude. "Oh but of course madam~ However you will soon find out that is a problem I myself, do not have." Kasey gave His best phony British accent as He stroked His thumb one time over His crotch with a raised eyebrow. Clearly He had done His research- for once. Or perhaps it was just the opportunity to embarrass and show off to a Woman with such a history that was putting Him in a particularly devious mood~

As expected though, the lady had more class than anything and refused to make the first move against Kasey. Squaring up, Kasey tilted His head down slightly to "Lock in" and began circling His opponent's position. Hands still at His side He squinted and glared through Her as He strode carelessly around the ring; heavy breaths being taken to ensure a readiness the second He could strike-

And strike He did as with a sudden, swift maneuver- Kasey opting to send a kick directly aimed at Vayne's ankle!! The attack almost looked like a uncaring stomp as He almost did His best to stealthily deploy it- while Vayne may have realistically expected a lock up or test of strength; Kasey was smart enough to avoid any sort of encounter She wars readied for!

Vayne frowned, clearly unimpressed by the obnoxious British accent Kasey insisted on using.

"...You'd sound much better if you spoke normally," she remarked—still regal, even after the jab thrown her way.

When Kasey motioned toward his crotch, she let out a sigh.

"That would be against the rules," she replied. "If this were a Hentai Match or something similar, then perhaps. But it isn't." Her tone was said in a way to be a matter-of-fact. She also made it sound like she was taking every joke, every insult seriously.

Despite the exchange, the blonde wrestler held fast to her dignified persona. But now wasn't the time for words. It was time to act—time to wrestle.

Just as Kasey looked ready to close the distance and begin a contest of strength, a sharp kick struck Vayne's ankle. She winced, her stance dipping for a moment from the sudden jolt of pain. Even so, she forced herself through it, stepping back to create space while searching for an opening.

...And that opening came when she got close to the ropes. Recognizing the moment instantly, she pivoted and used the ropes to launch herself forward, propelling her body toward Kasey. She aimed to take the fight to the mat, where she excelled, by delivering a swift, clean dropkick to get him down on the mat.

It was risky, yes. But Vayne intended this early move as a test: to measure her opponent's skill. Wrestling wasn't her only strength after all. Reading her opponent was, too.