L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Mebd finally gets a solo match. It's time to show why she is the leader of the fate of Chaldea. It's against a man as well. Well, men do get kinsfolk crap on, but hey, maybe it will prove something. She actually doesn't like how men get treated here.





The lights got dark all of a sudden. Pink lights shine on Mebd as she sits on a throne. She stands from it. Blowing a kiss to all of her subjects aka the fans. She goes walking seductively down the ramp. She goes to climb into the ring at the leftmost turnbuckle. She goes all the way up and pumps a fist for the fans to adore. She climbs down the turnbuckle and goes to pretend to sit on a chair in the middle of the ring as she smirks. She then goes to her spot, rising above her opponent.







She loves the fact that she will get a new toy to play with after she wins. She can do a lot of things she can't normally do. Well, it depends on how skillful her opponent is. Is she going to be a real man or a piece of cake?

It was time for Joyce to do another match. It had been a while since he got in the ring. He felt he had gotten a bit rusty, but was still eager to prove himself and that he still had what it took to fight. After all, he had still been practicing. He would make one last double check of his uniform and do a few stretches before exiting his locker room and making his way down the hallway. He would eventually reach the staging area and wait for his signal.

Then his theme song would play, and the blonde wrestler would make his intro. Coming down the ramp, Joyce would give some fans high fives and try to build a bit of momentum. As he left the ramp and got to the ring, he would slide under the ropes before getting up and making his way to the center of the ring. The blond wrestler would take a moment to size up his opponent.

"Hey, name Joyce. I will be your opponent today. Let's have a good match." he stated in a friendly tone before giving Medb a wink.

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"Mmmm. I can work with this. I hope you're ready to become my training helper after this. Don't look like you got that much going on." Mebd commented.

She thought he would be bulkier, but however, this is fine. No complaints here. NO DQ so she can have some fun with him. That is if things go her way.

She lays back against the ropes with each hand touching the top rope. She does hope that he relaxes; he is facing a hurdle. It can go poorly for him. Only time will tell, though.

"My, aren't you confident. You say I don't have much going, but I do have the size advantage over you. But don't worry, I will be nice to you when I win this match." said Joyce as he then smirked. He wasn't too sure what to expect. This was a no-disqualification match, so his opponent was probably going to fight dirty, maybe some low blows, or use some weapons. He needed to be ready.

DING DING DING

With that, the bell would ring, and the match would be underway. With that, he would start to move towards the center of the ring, arms up, getting ready to grapple with his opponents and get a good feel of her.

Mend said what he wanted to do. A test of strength. Sure she is game. She got a game with a game idea. We'll maybe not do that—a good way to word it. Maybe. Well, it's something in case nothing goes her way.

She goes to him and locks up for the test of strength. She puts her legs into a defensive position. She tries to guard against him to see how strong he is. To see if he can push her.

If worse comes to worse, she will try to move and evade him to get behind him to give him a German suplex from behind. Orthopedic Shenwill maintains position.

The two wrestlers would lock up and attempt to overpower each other. Joyce would attempt to push forward, trying to get his pink-haired opponent into the turnbuckle. That being said, despite having the size advantage, it seemed his opponent was a bit stronger than him. The Canadian would have to rely on speed or technique to win this match.

The blond wrestler got ready to transition to a headlock. But as he attempted to, he would be outmaneuvered by his female opponent. Joyce would feel Mebd's hands around his waist and her chest rubbing up on his back. His eyes would go wide as fear began to set in. His hands would attempt to push her arms while he wiggled, attempting to break free. "Hey, let go." he said as he squirmed.

"Uhhhh, how about no." She tries to lift him up and give him a German suplex to slam him into the mat. She has no reason to let go. Why would she?

Does he tell his opponents this so they don't best him up or hurt him? That's not really a good thing to do in a match, especially in L.A.W. How foolish of him.

"Uhhhh, how about no." She tries to lift him up and give him a German suplex to slam him into the mat. She has no reason to let go. Why would she?

Does he tell his opponents this so they don't best him up or hurt him? That's not really a good thing to do in a match, especially in L.A.W. How foolish of him.

Joyce's eyes would go wide as he felt his feet lift off the ground. His arms and legs would flail about a bit before he was brought down and crashed into the canvas. "Guh!" he stated as he landed on the ground. The audience would cheer at the sight, glad to see some action finally starting. But it was going to take a lot more than that to keep him down. He would attempt to roll away before trying to get back onto his feet.