L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

LAW was full of nothing but degeneratively horny wrestlers looking to score big in the middle of a ring- and not with a pinfall or submission. The attire was one thing- but the attitude surrounding LAW made Nadia sick- these bitches seriously make every single thing about sex instead of the thrill of the fight. She sighed loudly as the dim light above her baked the brick room in a yellow haze- thankfully there was one place she could feel comfortable; feel like things made sense.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN- THIS UNDERGROUND MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR PINFALL OR SUBMISSION! ON HER WAY TO THE RING... THE DOLL CRUSHER; NADIA CARTER!!!"

The basic black curtain folded to the side and Nadia stormed out into the underground arena. In the less flashy parts of LAW lay a place where the more fierce competitors could stretch their fighting prowess- the underground offered a colder and more intimate setting for a fight. The ring was tattered and worn, laying lower to the ground than a standard LAW ring which meant less give- bumps would hurt a hell of a lot more on this thing. The "Arena" around them was hardly that- a more cramped basement of brick and poor lighting which added to the vibe of the crowd who were more ready for a proper fight than anything else. To many this would be extremely off-putting, but to Nadia...

"LET'S HEAR IT FUCKERS-"

A holler of rough cheers followed- the audience drawn to the pissed off energy of the experienced fighter as she clambered onto the ring apron. Nadia was not normally one to care about flashiness or showmanship- she let her actions do the talking and her attire get them in the door. Either way, this sort of crowd was more her speed- she stepped into the ring and paced angrily from corner to corner. Of course she was smart enough to know how to draw the eye; stare if they want but by the end they'll be watching her footwork more than anything. Nadia cracked her jaw from side to side and leaned in the corner, watching the curtain ahead with a fire intensity.

Her opponent was only described as another "Fighter"; Normally something Nadia would be skeptical of. But to even consider stepping foot in the underground was the mark of somebody who had some balls on them- no shot some ditsy blonde steps through the curtain unless they were looking to lose some teeth.

Livia stood just behind the curtain, heart hammering like a war drum in her chest. Her palms were slick with sweat, but she clenched them into fists anyway.

This was it her first underground match. No crowd of thousands, no pyrotechnics, just brick walls, dim lights, and a ring that looked like it had been through hell. Perfect. She didn’t need the glamour. She needed the win. She’d bleed for it. She’d break for it.

The curtain stayed still for a few extra seconds. Then it was pushed aside a little hesitantly.

"AND HER OPPONENT… MAKING HER UNDERGROUND DEBUT… LIVIA COSTAAA!!!!! "

Livia stepped out into the dimly lit basement arena, her boots echoing on the concrete. She looked around at the brick walls and the small, rough-looking crowd, clearly a little overwhelmed but doing her best to hide it.

She took a deep breath and walked toward the ring, trying to look confident even though her stomach was doing flips. This was her first real underground match. No big lights, no safety nets just a OCTAGON ring and an opponent who already looked like she belonged here.

Livia slid under the ropes and stood up, brushing her hands on her shorts. She glanced over at Nadia in the opposite corner, eyes wide with a mix of nerves and burning determination. She wanted this win more than anything. She’d trained like hell for it. She wasn’t going to let fear stop her now.

After a moment, she stepped forward a few paces and raised her voice, trying to sound tougher than she felt:

"I know I’m new here… but I’m not leaving without a fight. I’ll give everything I have. Everything."

She bounced lightly on her feet, rolling her shoulders and shaking out her arms. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. She kept glancing at Nadia, studying her, but didn’t try any big trash talk. Instead she just nodded to herself, fists lightly clenched, clearly ready to go but still visibly feeling the pressure of the moment.

The small crowd gave her a decent reaction some claps, a few whistles, and a couple of skeptical murmurs. Livia swallowed hard and moved back toward her corner, never fully taking her eyes off her opponent.