L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match type:Standard one fall
Win Condition: Victory via KO, submission, or pin

The locker room was nearly empty when Wendy Sinclair tightened the last strap around her wrist, rolling her shoulders as she stared into the mirror. Months of bullshit—paperwork, travel, negotiations, and convincing LAW she deserved a spot—had finally led here. Her debut. Wendy adjusted the black cap over her long blue hair before rising from the bench, a confident grin creeping across her face. She wasn't nervous. If anything, she was annoyed she'd had to wait this long. “About damn time,” she muttered, grabbing her jacket and heading for the door. Whoever they'd put across the ring from her tonight was about to become the first name attached to Wendy Sinclair's LAW career.

Her music suddenly blasted throughout the arena, and Wendy emerged from backstage beneath the lights. She stopped at the top of the ramp, taking in the crowd with her mismatched eyes before spreading her arms as though inviting them to get a good look. Cheers, boos—it didn't particularly matter. They'd learn soon enough. Wendy began making her way down the ramp with an easy swagger, occasionally jawing back at particularly vocal spectators. Reaching ringside, she grabbed the middle rope and pulled herself onto the apron before stepping between the ropes. Wendy immediately crossed toward the opposite side and climbed onto the middle turnbuckle, raising one fist while staring across the arena. “Get a good fucking look!” she shouted before hopping back down.

Wendy slipped off her jacket and tossed it through the ropes to ringside, leaving herself in her black, white, and blue gear. She paced once around the ring, testing the ropes before settling into her corner. This was supposed to be her introduction to LAW, and she intended to make sure nobody forgot it. Leaning back against the turnbuckles, Wendy crossed her arms and turned her attention toward the entrance ramp, an impatient smirk forming as she waited for her opponent to appear. “Come on,” she muttered. “Let's see who they dragged out here for me.”

Attire

Behind the scenes, the sounds of panicked mutterings and pattering feet can be heard darting around the opposing locker room. Collei was informed of this match incredibly late and she had scampered to the ring as soon as she could. She had no idea who her opponent was, just that she had to get to the arena ASAP, hence the match would be given as a forfeit, which would be a permanent scar on her building reputation. She quickly threw on her attire and made sure it was all in place, before darting to the entrance just as her theme played. She was already exhausted, and she hadn't even reached the ring yet.

As she started her walk up to the ring, she saw a quick glimpse of her opponent for the day, and she didn't like what she saw. Her opponent immediately gave off the aura of someone who would not hold back, something Collei hadn't faced before. She also noticed that her opponent seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood, likely due to waiting. She thought to try and blame the organisers for making her late, but she doubted it would make any difference. Once she reached the ring, she nimbly leapt over the ropes and landed on her feet, though she was still a little out of breath from rushing to arrive in the first place.

Once she got to the ring, she saw her opponent face to face, and her fears were confirmed. This match may come down to damage limitation rather than whether or not she could win. She was getting used to losing, so to keep her body intact while doing so was a win in her books.

Collei

Wendy watched the green-haired girl make her hurried entrance from across the ring, and whatever irritation had been building from the wait gradually melted into amusement. This was what LAW had for her? Her eyes followed the young lionesses as she cleared the ropes, noticing the hurried breathing almost immediately. Wendy pushed herself out of the corner and slowly approached the center of the ring, deliberately taking her time while Collei was still recovering from her sprint. “You look like you're about to fucking pass out already,” Wendy remarked with a short laugh. She planted her hands on her hips, looking Collei up and down before meeting her eyes again. “And I haven't even touched you yet.”

There was no pre-match handshake forthcoming from Wendy. Instead, she backed into her corner when prompted by the referee, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet while waiting for the bell. Collei might have looked nervous, but Wendy wasn't about to assume that meant harmless. She'd survived too many fights by recognizing when someone was desperate enough to become unpredictable. Still, seeing the smaller wrestler standing across from her had Wendy practically licking her chops. Her LAW debut suddenly looked like an opportunity to send exactly the kind of message she'd hoped for.

DING! DING! DING!

The instant the bell rang, Wendy exploded from her corner. Rather than bothering with a traditional lockup, she aimed to capitalize on Collei's exhaustion immediately, charging straight toward the young wrestler and attempting to drive her boot hard into Collei's midsection. If it connected and doubled Collei over, Wendy would waste no time following it up, reaching around her waist before trying to use her considerable strength to hoist Collei clean off the canvas and send her crashing back down with a gutwrench suplex! “Hope you caught your breath, sweetheart!” Wendy barked, already looking to make her first few seconds in a her LAW debut hurt.