L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

15 Minute Ironwoman Match, Standard Rules

Ivy Aster had received a request from LAW management when she had been booked for this match; to play up her Ice Queen persona. It was something she had developed long before coming to LAW as something of a social shield. Protecting Ivy against her nature as an anxious woman, who was rather easily flustered or embarrassed. So she learned to shut down most outward expression of emotion for when she needed to keep those feelings from coming through.

It was a facet of Ivy that she herself had considered abandoned, until she pulled it out for her charity match against Kanako Sawatari, which proved to be as much a performance as it was a match. Prompting Ivy to play into her old mask to help put on a show by playing up the role of a dominant heel.

It appeared as though LAW wanted her to do something similar here. Her opponent, Astra Nova, styled herself as a space heroine, fighting to rid the planet of villains. Or at least of wrestling heels. Astra also wasn't an especially strong wrestler. Not quite a jobber, but still outclassed by a wrestler of Ivy's caliber. She had been told that LAW's vision of this match was Astra as the relentless heroine, fighting against a brutal blizzard trying to freeze her into submission in Ivy.

It seemed like LAW wanted more of the cold, dominant figure she struck during her more controlling parts of the match against Kanako. Ivy wouldn't have to change or restrict how she fought at all, so she didn't really have an issue with granting LAW's request. She had been told once by Tiki that, with the unmatched variety of potential opponents and zany match types that LAW had, they probably had the executive board and matchbooking group you wanted to avoid pissing off the most in the wrestling world.

Music

Ivy's music came on, and she came strutting out onto the ramp towards the ring. Popping her hips out with each step, arms crossed underneath her hefty chest to push it up, mouth set in an unshifting slight frown, and her eyes focused dead ahead and covered by her fascinator. Just one extra layer to the image of cold and unapproachable. Admittedly, Ivy didn't like playing up her sexuality, and already felt the embarrassment welling in the bottom of her stomach. But if she was already employing the emotional suppression that came with her Ice Queen mask, then she may as well utilize it to bolster her image. When Ivy reached the ring itself, she climbed up the stairs. But instead of slipping between the ropes, as a demonstration of the prowess which would crush her heroine foe, Ivy would turn on her heel and perform a twisting backflip over the ropes, landing perfectly on the ball of her feet as an acrobat or gymnast would. The crowd was roaring Ivy's name already.

Ring Attire

Astra Nova was feeling a little anxious. Even if she wasn't quite sure over whether she had any reason to... But after her decent start in LAW, her more recent streak of matches hadn't been so lucky. Apparently, the management at LAW liked to host a large variety of different kinds of matches, especially ones where the role of a heroine could be perfectly filled in by someone like Astra... But all the different kind of scenarios had still managed to catch the blonde somewhat off guard. Sure enough, on some level Sabine had been well aware of it when getting signed by LAW, but it was still a departure from the usual, more standard type of matches that Astra had been used to before.

Of course, there were a lot of positives to it too. At least on paper... Most importantly, a heroine gimmick was always best used in unpredictable, imaginative scenarios. And that had also been the logic that the management stated out loud to Astra herself behind her booking trends... And sure enough, it sounded very reasonable, and Astra could accept it.

But there were still times when it was a little of a nuisance. Like tonight. Astra had been told that she was going to have a match tonight - except, not any information on against who, or what kind of match type. An "adventure suited for a heroine", you know... It hadn't been until the blonde had arrived to her dressing room, when she had finally found the match card left awaiting for her.

So, there had been time for a quick googling. Ivy Aster. A strong record. Apparently an upper middleweight... Ugh. This was one of those moments when Astra was annoyed by being on the lower end of the middleweight scale... She had admittedly been having some trouble against lower middleweight and even lightweight villains lately too. Well, all the more reason to focus on her aerial prowess tonight then...

And yes, this time it was a standard match type! Although a 15-minute Ironwoman one... That was an interesting twist. But surely there was some kind of a strategy that the Interstellar Heroine could come up with... Like, remain quick on her feet in the beginning, dodge any bullets, and try to score in the end? Sounded like a plan!

But still, she was feeling a little anxious. Something didn't feel quite right... She just had no idea what exactly it was.

Astra Nova - The Interstellar Heroine

Entrance Theme: Paola - Interstellar Love

As Astra could hear her galactic tunes starting to play in the arena, she took a moment to make sure that her expression and composure was just right. None of any potential anxiety could let itself show, but instead, she needed to give out a cool, calm, collected, and confident appearance. And that was exactly what she did when she finally emerged from the shadows, stopping for a moment on top of the ramp, and pointing her finger first towards the ring, and then up into the air! Just a little added theatrics this time!

Then it was time for her usual injection of some spunk and positive energy to her entrance! Astra proceeded to rush swiftly and quickly down the ramp, sprinting energetically and showcasing her speed by running around the ring one time before climbing up the steps, and jumping up onto the nearest turnbuckle! The Interstellar Heroine posed there for a moment on the top ropes while greeting and waving at the crowds. Then she jumped into the ring with her standard shooting star manouvre, landing firmly on her feet, and after a brief pose again proceeded first towards her corner, but observing Ivy as well if her opponent decided to come wanting to meet her in the middle...

And of course, it was a high time to take some notes and observations of her opponent tonight. While some things were always going to be only seen from a closer distance, Astra did already take in a lot of notes... Yes, Ivy looked pretty strong, just like she had predicted. Those thighs and those curves certainly didn't look like ones in the clutches of which she would have wanted to get caught at all... And sure enough, the blonde had to note that the purple-haired lady held a lot of sex appeal too... Even if she wasn't quite sure why exactly she made that note already.

But the most pressing question that Astra noted was... What was up with that mask?!?

As Ivy watched Astra's entrance, she quickly thought of what to say when they started interacting. The actual action of entering into the ring itself proved similar to Ivy's own. Hurdling over the ropes, instead of stepping through them. But that wasn't what Ivy planned to focus on. Head tilted down, leaving her fascinator in place of her face, Ivy spoke, "I see you're already practicing running away from me, heroine. Practice you'll need to make good use of, if you don't wish to leave this ring on a stretcher."

Ivy raised her head, tilting it up just enough to angle her gaze down at Astra. Then pushed her fascinator to the top of her head, holding it up with her thumb, finally unveiling her face to crowd and opponent alike. Revealed was an icy, condescending glare. Eyes that held no respect for whom or what they were looking at. Put simply, though into words Ivy would never use herself to describe her actions, she was farming aura in quantities which made those who only saw her dominant ring presence and lust inducing figure either want to be her, or be stepped on by her. As well as make those who actually knew her laugh at the absurdity of the image Ivy struck contrasted to the woman she actually was.

"Answer me," Ivy commanded. "What is heroism, when not backed with the strength to enforce its morality and ideals?" Yet she would give Astra no chance to speak before asserting her own claim, "It's a joke. To be laughed at as its crushed beneath my heel. I wonder which will hurt someone like you more," Ivy mused, as she removed her fascinator. Focusing on it, playing with it in her hands rather than bothering to look at Astra while speaking to her, "the derision mocking your helplessness and weakness, or the foot pressing down onto the back of your head?"

Before Astra could properly settle in her corner, she could already hear Ivy starting to talk to her - and accusing her for running away. That was exactly not the impression that the blonde had been aiming to give! Thus, the heroine already started taking steps towards the purple-haired girl again... Even if those steps were somewhat slowed down when she got to hear the mentioning of a stretcher. Well, that was just a good excuse to open her own mouth too... "Running away? I'm not running away. I'm simply sizing you up..." the heroine began, before pausing for a moment to figure out how exactly to continue. "Not for a potential stretcher though, that is not my style. But for... What I need to restrain you, once I have defeated and captured a villain like you." her words concluded accompanied by a little blush, as there had certainly been no mentioning of any restraints or capturing in the match rules...

Anyway, Astra knew that she couldn't ruminate on that. Besides, the peculiar mask thing was now something that Ivy was now really drawing her attention to... And Astra couldn't help but wonder what its true purpose was. She was almost about to present a silly query on it, but then Ivy began talking again... At first, the heroine didn't quite get what exactly was the taller lady asking form her with such a commanding presence... Before she got the clue that she was simply mocking her strength. Already.

Then, the lady proceeded to remove her mask-y hairpiece, beginning to fiddle with it a little. It looked like being somewhat metallic... Could it have been used as some kind of a weapon? It took a moment for the blonde to return her focus to Ivy from the distraction, and by that time, she was already hearing claims of getting soon ground under Ivy's foot...

It was a very effective way to ignite some anger inside the heroine... And spark a will to make sure to get off to a strong start against this cocky lady.

But first, she needed to reply something. "You seem to have a twisted idea of how heroism looks like. But don't worry, I'm happy to show you... And be warned, that might hurt too." the heroine tried to remain adamant, proud, and fearless, while not letting herself descend to such condescending tone and level that Ivy herself was presenting. And instead, she wanted to prove her worth when the match begun... While also making sure to already be close to the purple-haired girl.

*DING!*

As if to order, the bell rang. Hoping to take advantage of potentially catching Ivy off guard, Astra tried to quickly start off by shooting a quick spinning kick towards Ivy's side!

"The only thing that's going to be twisted, is you in my grasp," Ivy said as she handed her fascinator off to a stage hand. Honestly, she wanted to fight while still wearing it, at least once. But it was just too obtrusive to realistically work. Though back to the more immediate matter, "The only thing in here that's going to be twisted is your body in my grasp, and there will be no 'might' as to whether or not it will hurt."

Ivy noticed that Astra had greatly closed the distance between the two of them in the time leading up to the bell. Close enough that once the match started, it would be like duelists drawing to see who could get an attack out first. Well, Ivy was a lot of things that made up a very high level wrestler. Fast was probably the first thing on the list.

The bell rung, and Ivy shot her leg straight out at Astra's stomach. The Brit was confident her legs would have been faster on their own, but Astra going for a slower spin kick sealed beyond doubt that Ivy's attack would land first. Ivy struck with the intent to knock Astra onto her back. If she succeeded, the larger woman would then jump and do a forward somersault in the air. As her legs came up, Ivy would direct her body's power into her right one, keeping it cocked back as the rest of her body caught up. Then as Ivy completed her somersault and began to land, she would slam her leg down onto Astra, a Rolling Axe Drop. Ivy's ass and thigh would come down on the stomach she had just kicked, her calf would crash into the heroine's breasts, and the Snow Rose's heel would bash Astra right between the eyes on impact.