L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Tonight was a good night. It felt like yet another extension added to what was already one long streak of fortune that followed her from those initial four years as her wife's manager to even now, with her climbing over to the other side of the ropes. The crowds were taken with her artistry, both in-ring and as a filmmaker. Though admittedly, Eveline had taken more pride in the latter, her aspiration from childhood onwards. But preference did not equal a lesser effort on her part. Her goal as a competitor had not changed, and she still worked just as hard to pave her way towards it.

She didn't know where Natasha Vaughn lied artistically, but as a combatant, she seemed to be cut from a similar cloth. Closer to Alix, all things considered: Her search would fail to uncover much information, but she would learn that the sexy redhead was coming into LAW with some experience, from her time as an erotic wrestler at a nightclub. A key similarity to After Dark's creator that had Lacramioara licking her lips while she waited in gorilla. Phoebe and Ionia both had some experience in nightclubs as well, but a look at Natasha's social media -- along with her reaction during their brief Twitter exchange -- wasn't one that was suggestive of a hard lean towards the harsh clashes that would be the striking specialist Lucinda Kane's claim to fame. Nor the surgically precise, though clinical games of chess that would be Serina's.

The Romanian had instead spotted the prospect of the spice that made rolls with Alix so much fun. And that energy was now being brought into a contest with rules that, in her opinion, brought forth the true spirit of erotic wrestling as an art form: With the unnecessary roughness of strikes having been made a non-factor, the two women will be better able to better focus on the sensuality. To feel. Digest. And the Reverse Hentai stipulation only added to the promise of indulgence. Her patience had waned away a long time ago, and now, at long last, it was time they met.

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Smoke would rise from the floor, covering the stage, entranceway, and the outside of the ring to varying degrees, accompanied with red lighting. The former being at its thickest at the stage.

"Oh, who is she?"

Enough to hide the vampiress's features, leaving only a silhouette to view as she emerged from gorilla.

"A misty memory..."

The latter was soft, the goal being to wash over her visage as she strutted out of the most obscurant part of the fog, allowing her ruby red eyes to pierce into the camera in front of her, through every screen watching this elsewhere.

"A haunting face..."

The confidence that filled her gait was one that looked, felt, and had been earned. Long enough ago to have become second nature, her elegance a state of being. Her pace was one of leisure, her poise so well enmeshed with the smoke that it played tricks on the mind: Was she walking or gliding? Or perhaps some combination of the two?

"Am I in love with just a theme?"

There would be no poses. No theatrics. No plays to the crowd. Aside from that initial stare into the camera, that reach out to everyone who wasn't in the building, there wouldn't even be any interaction.

"Or is Ayesha just a dream?"

Just pure presence. That was all she needed.

"A mystery..."

And indeed, if one was paying attention, they'd notice the ring announcer's silence.

"Oh, who is she?"

And those watching her entrance through a screen would notice the lack of a graphic at the bottom that would normally display her name. A touch that she'd specifically requested for when she comes out to this song.

"Oh, who is she?"

Lacramioara walked -- floated? -- up the steps and slowed to a stop at the middle of the apron. Lifted one hosed leg, and extended it. Toes pointed forward, making the most of her decision to go without footwear. One that would be greatly appreciated by an already captive audience. Even stepping through the ropes would be a work of performance art, every movement calculated and executed to perfection. Continuing on, still, with the walk over to a corner. A twirl that would point a knowing eye to her background in ballet, and a floaty ascent to a seated position on the turnbuckle, one leg crossed over the other. She took her seat like a queen on her throne, the music fading with the smoke, into silence with the exception of one last isolated lyric...

"I call her name..."

That's when the announcer would finally speak.

"Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one orgasm! Introducing first, standing at five-foot-five and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, 'The Sanguine Rose', Lacraaaaaaamioaraaaaaaaa Albescu!"

This was it. We Are LAW 8, a PPV taking place in the bustling city of Beijing just in time to celebrate Chinese New Year. And there was Natasha Vaughn, more known as Blaze, ready to put a culmination to what had felt like an incredible start to a wrestling career. The redhead’s life had turned upside-down in the best possible sense, going from club wrestler without many options of growing to a budding star in the big leagues of sexual and pro-wrestling. It had been a humbling and exciting experience at the same time. She had her rough times but most of them were nice, meeting awesome rivals that made her better as a wrestler and as a performer. And all that had taken her to her first PPV event only months after joining the league. In summary, Blaze couldn’t feel luckier.

The buildup for that night had been in compliance to the occasion. Natasha had been rousing her fans, the self-procclaimed Blaze Brigade for some weeks now and she even had the special appearance of that night’s rival, Lacramioara Albescu. The woman played the part of a mysterious and seductive vampiress and she played it right. Nat had seen some of this woman and those black locks, her red lips, that body, all was really to die for, add that to the attitude she showed even from their tweet exchange and there was the promise of a wonderful match.

Nat had been guided to the gorilla position as her rival was already making her entrance. The redhead could only look at the show Lacramioara was making. Oh who is she indeed. That was good. Lacramioara was going to play the mysterious inaccessible one and Natasha would be the crowd pleaser, that might get some people on her side and made her even more curious about that woman, but all mysteries would unfold pretty soon.

It all started with the announcer. “And her opponent. Standing at five foot ten inches and weighing one-hundred and fifty one pounds. This iiiiiis Natashaaaaa Vauuuuugn!! Blaze!!!”

Súbita caligrafía de plata – Blasphemous 2 OST

Blaze's special attire for a special night

Nat made it out gorilla and started walking down the ramp. Her pace was steady and full of confidence and soon she would start addressing the crowd. “Běijīng nǐ hǎo! Xīnnián kuàilè!”* Blaze had been practicing that sentence for a whole week and she could only hope that she hadn’t butchered the extremely complex Chinese pronuciation but it helped rousing the crowd. All along her way to the crowd she blew kisses galore and threw winks everywhere and the crowd was so positive towards her. She could notice some signs with pics of her or her name, some were from the Blaze Brigade but some others weren’t. Compared with the kind of exposure her previous career had where the crowd only showed some kind of morbid appreciation towards her body that was ecstatic. Nat was in heaven.

Once reaching the ring Blaze made a show out of slipping between the ropes and struck a final pose for the crowd before discarding her white fur-like stole and turning all her attention towards the woman in front of her. Lacramioara looked like everything she was promised and even more, and she was all hers for the night. Nat walked towards the center of the ring to meet her rival. “We meet at last.”, she started while doing a fun and a little exaggerated curtsy to the woman before looking deep at those beautiful ruby eyes. “I can’t wait to see what this match has in store for us, can you?”, she asked with a playful suggestive smile on her face.

*

Translation from Chinese: "Hello Beijing! Happy New Year!"

Excellent! It was like a production: An introduction of contrasting beauties, almost night and day. But they weren't exactly opposites.

Natasha had made an interesting choice of theme song. It wouldn't have been out of place in a martial arts film. Perhaps in a scene that begins as practice. A showing of form. Or maybe some kind of test. Either way, it intensifies. Perhaps as a transition into actual combat. Or a master's final assessment.

Eveline was already dreaming up plots for Morasanu Productions. Some alternate universe that mirrors old school Kung Fu movies, with its denizens searching for the strongest form of Strong Style wrestling.

They could make a series out of that. Bring Phoebe in, as a villain. Oh yeah, with her ego, she'd fit the part perfectly. Maybe one of those handicap bouts that she's so fond of could be arranged. Jaclyn would be a natural comedic character.

But what about their weapons? That would be an issue, even for a film that doubles as a match. She'll figure that out later.

And what of Ms. Vaughn here? Eveline could certainly find a part for her, if she were interested. Perhaps once everything is said and done...

"Hardly, my dear." Lacramioara slipped off of her seat on the turnbuckle and met her opponent at the center of the ring, looking up into the fiery gems she had for eyes. "This moment couldn't have come fast enough."

Arriving there had been a long buildup. Natasha had got used to much since she joined LAW but she still considered she had a lot to learn but being part of a PPV and even on the main card from the getgo was an incredible opportunity she didn’t want to ruin it. It was her big chance to show that she could be part of the spotlight and that she could have some ambitions for her career and in order to show that to the crowds and management she needed her performance to be the best she had had so far. Lacramioara Albescu looked like an incredible partner for that endeavor, if one asked Natasha. The raven-haired raised from her perch in the corner and joined Natasha at the center of the ring and from the very first instant Blaze could see how that woman’s attraction was magnetic. Yes, she had a body to die for, but Nat thought that her main drive was in her face. Pitch-black locks cascading and deep red lips, and the absolute spotlight were those eyes. They weren’t red, they were sanguine, gleaming rubies. That woman exuded both allure and threat and what was worse of all, she wanted to play into the match.

“I couldn’t aggree more. Here’s to a good match, then.”, she said with a soft and low voice before sealing lips with Lacramioara. This wasn’t a peck though but a full kiss that was as fleeting as full of promises of more. Retreating with a sultry grin on her face, Natasha felt satisfied with her actions as the bell rang and the match started. From there Blaze didn’t want to be seen as lackluster in initiative so she would suddenly rush towards Lacramioara, taking a jumping knee pointed at the raven-haired’s chest region to start the match aggressively. Nat had been practicing some actual wrestling lately and she wanted to show she was now more than a club sexfighter.