L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Double Debut Street Fight
Stipulations: No Disqualifications, Weaponry Allowed.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout.

Commotion abounded amidst the gathered onlookers having assembled around the makeshift wrestling ring whose decrepit quality somehow matched the equally derelict surroundings quite perfectly. Gangsters, hoodlums, and overall dregs of society encompassing the vast majority of these fighting enthusiasts now congregating with either arms slung around their lady companions for the night or carrying half emptied beer bottles in one hand. But no matter who’s crew they rode with, the cavalcade of miscreants was united in bellowed anticipation for the throwdown they ponied up good money for. A barnburner of a beatdown billed by fight promoters as such between two vastly oppositional schools of combat, meant to answer once and for all the supposed age old question Kunoichi Vs. Monk: WHO WINS??!!...Words that were emblazoned across the promotional posters plastered all around the neighborhood with pictures of the fighters involved, and yet it was a showdown on the brink of becoming outright cancelled given that one of those advertised fighters was nowhere to be seen. Minutes from start time with security guards confessing to the fight promoters that there was no sign of the "ninja chick" anywhere, causing profanity laden tirades amongst them as they shuddered at the concept of being compelled to explain the situation to customers who may or may not being carrying concealed weaponry. Shame than that none of them thought to look skyward as the ninja chick in question continued idling the time away checking her socials on her cell phone, perched precariously with legs dangling over the side of a rooftop until she figured she'd delayed this as long as she could. Time to go to work~...

Senbon-Zakura

A sparkled glint flashed through the air, taking the form of a senbon throwing needle striking a button on the soundboard which startled the operator and commenced Setsuya's theme to start playing from situated speakers around the alleyway. Nimble steps springing the kunoichi between metallic fire escapes lined against adjacent buildings, auburn ponytail flowing majestically in the breeze of a graceful descent wrought with danger and yet somehow accompanied by fluttering flower petals. The high-octane rock music fused with traditional Japanese music stylings complimenting the dynamic theatricality of the Wandering Kunoichi's entrance as awe-stricken audience members watched above as Setsuya's spiraling figure landed with feather's grace in the middle of the ring. A knelt stance taken but arising with her flower butterfly fan in hand, fluttering the fan up her figure and masking her face...before folding it to reveal the radiant smile complimenting the bewitching beauty within the ring. "Hope everyone here has an empty stomach...because you're about to feast your eyes on the most mouthwatering dish of a lifetime~..." A flirtatious wink and dramatic point of her fan towards the audience jostling the onlookers out of their captivated stupor with bellowed adulation elicited from them, transfixed on the absurdity of sublime skin showcased and ludicrous jiggle of the kunoichi's bosom as she traipsed towards her respective corner. The fight promoter at ringside smacking the announcer upside his head to have him stop ogling the fighter and do his job already. "Uh , AHEM... Entering the ring first, hailing from Parts Unknown, The Ravishing Moonlit Firefly,....The Wandering Kunoichi...Setsuya Sakuraba~~...

Setsuya Sakuraba~...

From: shanxihatescomputers@gmail.com
To: performermanagement@lawgroup.com
Subject: Match, please.

I am Shan Xi, your newest recruit. I have been here a total of five days without a match. I would like a match. Please. Thank you.

-Shan Xi

From: shanxihatescomputers@gmail.com
To: performermanagement@lawgroup.com
Subject: Match? Please?

It has been three weeks, and the telephone I was given still hasn't notified me of a match. Have you not given me a match? I want a match. Again. Please. Now. I do not want to keep coming to this library to use the computer.

From: shanxihatescomputers@gmail.com
To: performermanagement@lawgroup.com
Subject: MATCH NOW

Give me a match in two days or I will walk up to the first wrestler I can find and punch them in the face.

Shan Xin had been taught from a young age to value patience. That, with time, all things could come to fruition. Life was a gentle balance; everything flowed at its own pace. If the universe willed it, it would come to her when she was ready.

And that was all well and good stuff, except for one problem: It was boring as fuck.

Shan Xin found that, when you wanted something, it was best to just go get it, and so far that mindset had served her good enough in life. Case in point - she wanted a match, so she badgered management until they gave her one. Not one in the actual arena, sure, but she wasn’t about to be picky. Hell, she preferred open air. It beat fighting in some sweaty, cum-stained arena with a bunch of geeks hanging out on the barricade. Fuck all of that.

The important thing was that she had what she wanted, finally. Now, she just had to find the place.

”Go right on Tetsuyo Avenue.” The extremely overrated iPhone she’d picked up a week ago chirped its instructions, and she turned to follow it, only for it to suddenly change its mind. ”Go left on…go right on…please return to the route, please return to the-”

”他妈的这个愚蠢的狗屎” She reeled back, ready to hurl the device at the nearest wall, when it, and her wallet, were suddenly spared by the nearby outburst. Raucous rock music filled the air, along with surprised cries from a crowd. That was where she needed to be.

=Shan Xin broke into a run, dashing down the street, her bare feet tearing across the asphalt as she weaved through the crowd. She slipped around one person, then the next, then another, until she came bursting out of the crowd and found herself staring at one of the most gloriously trashy rings she had ever seen. Dirty, clutter strewn about, in desperate need of a wash - perfect.

But what drew her eyes more than anything was the woman inside of it. A long-legged, brunette beauties dressed up in a weird kimono-looking…thing, with a poofy tail coming out the back, and a pair of the biggest breasts Shan Xin had ever seen on a fighter. Her opponent, pretty sure. She looked interesting, at least, so that was a good start.

”You-”

”You have arrived.”

”住口” She grumbled, shut off the phone, and hurriedly stuffed it away before facing her foe again. ”You! Sugar Tits!” She stomped up the steps and into the ring. ”You’re here for the fight, right?”