L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

‘Dream match’. Aya Al-Amari vs. Angela Belti. Two legendary wrestlers who’d never crossed paths before, ships slipping away in the night, a match that many had clamoured for but few ever thought they would see. The Gilded Glamour vs. The Perfect Woman. The clash of the titans.

Dizzy could not give less of shit about this sort of thing. It was not physically within her.

It meant a lot to her Mom, of course, and she could’ve told that from the way she was stretching and bouncing and limbering up as they waited in the gorilla position. She had heard Aya Al-Amari’s name mentioned quite a few times through her life, as she traveled the world with her mother. While she’d never met the woman, her Mom spoke of her as someone she wanted to lock horns with, but never had the chance. They were always in different parts of the world, always doing different things, the stars never aligned.

Until now. Angela was in LAW, so was Aya, so management was quick to put them together as a ratings boost. Her mother had been psyched out all week about it, and Dizzy had tried to reflect her energy, but it was getting harder by the minute. Maybe it was just her status as a more hentai-focused wrestler, but she could only get so hyped about two middle-aged women beating each other up.

”You know, you don’t have to come down there if you don’t want to, Dizzy.”

Dizzy had been focusing on her phone when her mother’s voice cut through her focus like a knife, making her jump a little and nearly drop it. She’d been so into it that she hadn't noticed the towering woman had stopped, stretched, and was looking down on her with those big, brown eyes of hers. Just about the only feature the two of them shared. ”I appreciate you trying to pretend like you’re into this, but if you’d rather just hang around in catering, get a few snacks…”

”What? No. Mom, no.” She waved it off and hopped off the stool she’d been dangling on. ”This is a big day for you, right? I should be there, I’ll be there.”

Her mother looked a bit uncertain at that, and she couldn't blame her. The two of them weren’t on the same page, but they were in the same book these days, with their relationship drastically improving after the match with Alicia. She doubted they would ever really ‘get’ each other, whatever that meant, but her Mom was getting better at accepting the person she was going to be. Her mother would support her, as much as you could ever expect a mother to support her daughter getting into sex-fighting.

So if she was going to support Dizzy, Dizzy was going to support her. Only fair. Her mother didn’t seem wholly convinced, but she had no time to make an argument of it - in that next moment, one of the stagehands came from behind the curtain and gave them the signal. Commercial break over, time to hit the ramp.

A few moments later and the two of them were making the long walk down the ramp, with Dizzy skipping along in her mother’s long shadow, idly bobbing her head along to the

. The two of them parted ways at the bottom, with her the great, powerful, towering

storming up the steps and bringing long legs over the top rope to enter.

For her part, Dizzy was happy to just make her way around the ring and find a nice spot on the barricade to lean on. She hung there, hands in pockets, and waited for her mother’s music to die down, with her gaze focused on the curtains. She’d never seen Aya before, and she was curious to know if she matched the picture she’d made up in her head for years.

Aya stood backstage, her back straight and head held high, fists clenched—not out of nervousness, but with the raw confidence forged from years of experience in the ring. Her heart pounded, not with anxiety, but with the electric thrill of anticipation — she was about to step into yet another battle, and she relished the thought of proving herself once again. Behind her, her two adopted daughters, Kimi and Kuni, stood in stark contrast. Kimi, ever the bubbly extrovert, was practically bouncing on her heels, her hands flailing as she rambled on about the match. Kuni, quieter and sharper, leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her piercing gaze taking in every detail of the scene.

Aya turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk as she glanced back at them. “Relax, girls,” she said, her voice dripping with cocky assurance. “This is just another day at the office for me. Angela’s got nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Kimi let out an excited giggle, while Kuni raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable but tinged with subtle amusement. “Just don’t get too full of yourself out there,” Kuni said dryly, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Aya chuckled, the sound low and self-assured. “Full of myself? Please. I’ve earned every bit of confidence I’ve got. And tonight?” She turned back toward the curtain, rolling her shoulders as she squared up. “Tonight, I’m gonna remind everyone why they still talk about Aya Al-Amari.”

Her daughters exchanged another glance, Kimi grinning while Kuni shook her head, though the faintest trace of a smile tugged at her lips. Aya didn’t need their approval—she knew her own worth. But having them there, watching her step into the ring once again, was just another victory in itself. Tonight, she’d prove it once and for all: she was still the best, and she wasn’t about to let anyone forget it.

“You’re really going all out for this one, huh?” Kimi said, grinning ear to ear. “Angela’s like, a big deal. You’re not nervous, are you?”

Aya chuckled, shaking her head. “Nervous? No. Excited, yes. This is a long time coming. And I want you both to be there. To see me take her down.” She glanced at Kuni, who gave a small nod of acknowledgment.

Kimi clapped her hands together. “Oh, we’re totally there. Right, Kuni?”

“Yeah,” Kuni replied softly, her gaze darting to the curtain. “We’ll be there.”

Aya smiled, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “Good. This match—this moment—it means something. And I want you two to be a part of it.”

As the stagehand signaled her cue, Aya took a deep breath, Lady Gaga's "Money Honey" blasting through the arena. She stepped through the curtain, her stride confident, her presence commanding. Kimi and Kuni followed behind, their contrasting personalities evident even in their walk—Kimi bounced with every step, while Kuni moved with deliberate precision.
When they reached the ring, Aya climbed the steps, her focus entirely on the squared circle. Meanwhile, Kimi and Kuni eyed Dizzy, who was lounging against the barricade on the opposite side.

“That’s Angela’s kid, huh?” Kimi muttered, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

“Yep,” Kuni replied, her tone neutral. “Looks like she’s not too thrilled to be here.”

Kimi smirked. “Guess she’s not as hyped as we are. Come on, let’s go around.”

The two sisters made their way to the other side of the ring, positioning themselves where they could observe both the match and Dizzy with ease. As Aya entered the ring, her daughters stood ready, their attention split between their mother and the curious girl across the way.

Dizzy’s eyes locked onto Aya Al-Amari the moment she came out. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, really, but she supposed it didn't matter much - whatever the case, she was impressed.

The woman came striding down in a proud, golden ensemble that didn’t leave much for the imagination and stayed true to her name. She had to be around her mother’s age, if not older, but - and no offense to her mother - Aya was sliding into her elder years better, still looking firm and fit and fulsome all over. That tanned skin, those curving hips, those glittering eyes-

”Dizzy.”

Dizzy snapped out of her focus once again and whipped her head about to see her mother looking at her with a flat expression. Her best ‘Really?’ face. At that, she managed a sheepish laugh, waved, and turned back to the ramp. She hoped the lights were hiding her blush.

Aya wasn’t coming alone, either. Dizzy managed to take her focus away from the older woman long enough to see the two women coming up behind her. At first she assumed they were her daughters, but then she got a better look at them and saw they were distinctly Japanese. Not a lick of family resemblance, there. Bodyguards? Entourage?

Cute as hell, though, both of them. And twins? Hello, hello, hello. Time to be friendly.

After a quick shrug to her mother, Dizzy made her way around the ring with a leisurely stroll, peeked around the corner, and waved to the ladies. ”Ciao.” She put on her best shy face as she took a step forward, both to entice and for protection. The last thing she wanted to do was come off aggressive when she was outnumbered. ”Desdemona Belti, call me Dizzy. Mind if I join you on this side?”

From inside the ring, Angela side-eyed the little sideshow and let out a quick sigh, letting it go and trying to focus on the task at hand. ‘She’s your daughter. Let her be her. Let her grow’. It was all easy enough to say in her head, and she could abide by it in concept, but it was markedly harder to do when Dizzy was right there. She had to admit, though, that she was curious about who those two young ladies were, so she made a note to ask her daughter once the match was over. Assuming she stopped flirting with them long enough to even ascertain that much information.

Those thoughts were promptly moved to the back of her mind, and there they would stay. No, her concerns needed to lie with the woman in front of her. As well they should, because Aya Al-Amari cut an impressive figure.

Honestly? She was a tad jealous. Angela didn’t think she was aging poorly, but it was genuinely hard for her to believe they were close in age. Aya could’ve passed for younger, maybe a decade if she were being generous. Her body looked strong. Not overly muscled, no, but fast and quick and dangerous. Those might’ve seemed like silly things for someone her sized to worry about, but Angela knew better. She’d been beaten by smaller women.

Not often, though. And not today.

The audience was humming, suitably hyped up, and the referee was ready to kick things off. Angela was a sucker for formalities, though, so she needed to get a thing or two out of the way. She stepped forward to meet Aya in the center of the ring, extended her hand, and offered a handshake. A strong handshake. ”Signora Al-Amari.” She nodded her head. ”A pleasure to finally meet.”