L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Modified Coffin Match
Winner must the place the loser in a dumpster and shut the lid to win. Fight takes place in a sealed alleyway with no way in or out. No other rules in place.

Honestly, what a breath of fresh air.

No, not the slightly stale air of Tokyo city as Tulli turned and spat her gum out into a hand and pressed it against a wall she walked past. She was meaning the metaphorical breath where the curtains of your upbringing are pushed aside to see the window outside. Tokyo had been a delight of new experiences after Tulli got past the initial impression. It seemed like a land so rigid in discipline that she feared taking up a year contract with LAW was a mistake. That she would be spending a year under the thumb of a conversative government that stepped on any scene that tried to let people live their own lives.

It took a bit, but Tokyo had pockets of people that were down with the system. It was just shoved underneath the carpet to make the room look orderly but it was there. Thank god it was there.

LAW wasn't that bad either. They had a long list of talent, like they were constantly chasing every gimmick under the sun, or so Tulli thought. She mused on that fact as she rounded the corner of clean street.

Too clean.

That made spots like this one she was arriving at, a gem of character in an otherwise characterless city. It made finding these spots hard and while she was tempted to not bring it up, she thought maybe broadcasting a bit of that in Tokyo worked on a few levels. One, it showed viewers that there was a scene here and two, it was openly bragging that Japan couldn't stop it. People would fight the rigid control of any government even if most of the population seemed onboard.

Ahead, Tulli gave a two-finger wave to an official waiting at the mouth of an alleyway. A TV crew was filming her. Back to LAW, it was interesting. They were okay with a lot. If you had an idea, might as well pitch it because it'll be something their writing staff can work with. Tulli had this idea and they went with it. Even found an opponent that seemed to fit.

Tulli

"All set then?" Tulli's eyes darted to the side, gesturing down the alley at the official, her voice carrying that Londoner accent. "Yes we are good here. Please." The official gestured into the alleyway.
Oh yeah, this will do.

Though she might have preferred the dumpsters not to have garbage in them. The dumpster win condition wasn't even her idea. She just pitched a match that started here. "Thanks, Love."

She said stepping past the official and entering the urbanscape. A few concrete barriers narrowed the pass in to act as a barrier on the entrance but enclosed in by three walls and limited space meant that this was about the same space of a ring. Just no cushion on the ground.

Ouch. Wouldn't want to take a slam here but she could probably take it. Her opponent, however, who knows~

Hey, yo!” A voice came from on top of the barrier on the far wall, as a lone figure scrambled on top and stood tall, balancing on the edge. She carried a microphone in one hand and a portable speaker in the other, one that was already blasting out a

. She looked down at the arena and centered on her opponent, with a wide and wild smile. ”Better call me the cleaner, ‘cause I’m taking out the trash!”

had arrived and was making her presence known.

Despite having exactly zero wins in LAW, Yo-Yo was feeling good about this match. Things had been on the upswing in her personal life, having finally scored a real baddie with Cleo Ashbury. It was kind of crazy how just having some good sex could really improve your output in life, but the past few weeks had just sort of…clicked. She was getting better results in the gym, getting better with her techniques, showing some real improvements on her form. Just all in all feeling better.

Of course, things were rocky with her cousin, who was still hating on Cleo like crazy for beating her in that one match, but hey, that was her problem, not Yo-Yo’s. She was reaping all the benefits, and now she was about to cash in by scoring her first win in LAW, over this…

…who the fuck was this again?

Yo-Yo snickered as she looked down at Tulli. Homegirl looked like she’d went on a Hot Topic shopping spree. She shook her head and began pacing along the wall, taking care not to slip off and look like a dumbass. ”Ah, shit, look at Little Miss Two Chains. Came all this way to get her ass absolutely rocked by the one and only, the nastiest, the meanest, the baddest, the toughest, the Monster of the Underground, Queen Geedorah!”

Yo-Yo hopped off the wall, bounded off the dumpster, and landed just shy of Tulli. The momentum nearly made her stumble forward, but she caught herself at the last second and straightened up, coming face to face with her foe.

Taller. A bit bigger. But not really big. Not a heavyweight, no. She could take her down.

[color=AD8400]”Think you took a wrong turn somewhere, fishnets. The moshpit’s down the street. This here ain’t a concert, not a scrap at your trailer park. You’re stepping into a real fight with the realest fighter on the LAW roster, and you know what that entails?”[/color] She set the speaker down and began circling Tulli.

”Violence! Straight violence. I go straight for the neck, like killer bees. I’m gonna swarm all over you, bring you insides to your outside, leave you crying in a bloody ditch. Gonna rip that ugly ass mop-top off your scalp and clean this alley with it like a mop. Rearrange your spine and use your ribcage like a xylophone. Pull your fingernails off and make them into a necklace. Crack your teeth so bad you get dentures before you turn thirty. Rip those boots off you and shove up your ass so far they need the jaws of life to pull them back out. I’m talking about medieval shit, barbaric shit, shit they ain’t seen since men lived in caves. You hear me? I’m the Grim Fucking Reaper, and I’m here for your soul, you witch-bitch! I don’t mean that metaphorically, allegorically, metaphysically, conceptually or any other kind of way. You’re about to have the shortest career in LAW history! Whenever someone gets their ass beat in their debut from now on, they’re gonna say they got ‘Tullied’. You understand? You’re about to famous for all the wrong reasons, courtesy of QUEEN GEEDORAH!””

Yo-Yo spun about with her arms raised, wishing there was an actual crowd for her to be cheered by. Still, it wasn’t about the fanfare, it was about getting herself amped up, and she definitely was now. Blood pumping, heart racing, she felt ready to take on the world.

Hey, yo!”

Tulli's gaze lifted to the figure who suddenly sprang to life in what would have been a lonely alley. A portable speaker in tow, the woman had a steady stream of music already blasting. Not exactly fair she got the music, Tulli didn't exactly prepare to bring her own equipment like this woman did. Then the line with the trash came out. Perfect.

The Brit lifted her gloved hands to her side with a smile. That had been the most obvious line of banter you could throw here but she loved lines like that. They were a little like a guilty pleasure. "Lovely." She purred in her accent, voice running smooth. She let her opponent do her thing. The way she talked big already was going to make the match sweeter. She loved trash talkers, because they only ever got a mouth full of dirt once the punches started to fly. It was rather satisfying.

Whatever aura Queen Geedorah was farming, dropped the moment the little stunt off of the wall and dumpster made her stumble. "Oh, mind the gap there." She stated but the smaller woman kept going and tried to act like it was nothing.

That's when Geedorah began to roll into her little hype exercise.

You know, for a gimmick, Tulli liked this one. It was creative and had passion for it. The lines sounded good enough, but she wasn't much of a rap person. Still, it was at least original and it garnered at least some respect. Respect that maybe Tulli wasn't going to completely trash Geedorah instantly here, but maybe the match would have some legs. Honestly, the producers putting on the match knew how to pick them but Tulli didn't know Gee's record here. She didn't look like a winner, but who knows.

When her opponent finished, Tulli offered a gloved clap. "You done hyping yourself up, Love, because it'll be a lark if you go through all that and then some to not give a good show." Her gaze shifted for a moment quizzical. "What even is a 'Queen Geedorah' anyway? Bit of a mouthful and you'll need something to say through broken teeth that is a little easier. Gee or Dorah because I'm not going to be calling you Queen at any point~"

Tulli extended a hand out to Yo-Yo's direction. "Well let the best one win and all that. Right?" It was stated plainly like any offer but laced with poison as the moment that hand was taken, Tulli would yank Dorah in for slicing knee to the stomach if she was dense enough to think this was going to be an honorable fight.

It wasn't.

It was, as Gee called it, going to be a blood bath.