L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

In the wake of the second H1 Climax Tournament, the Hentai Division was in flames. An event that should have crowned the next LAW Hentai Champion ended with the title being taken by the leader of a faction who felt nothing but scorn for this style of wrestling, who sought to rid LAW of it forever. People were angry. Management, fans, and especially the wrestlers, who rushed to take back their precious championship and put it back in the hands of someone who loved and respected the style. A couple years ago, Skylar Jones would've been the one to lead the charge and punish Sister Lucia for her pretentiousness. Sex wrestling was something she loved, and she'd made people pay dearly for looking down on it. But that obnoxious self righteousness was something she grew out of a long time ago. These days, she didn't care to pretend she gave a shit about anyone or anything besides herself and those closest to her. Frankly, going out of her way to prove some bimbo in a nun costume wrong was beneath her. It would be under most circumstances, anyway. She didn't see this as a travesty to correct, or an insult to avenge. She saw it as an opportunity. One of the greatest treasures in the sport of professional wrestling was being guarded by a group of silly little nuns. It was as if she'd looked down at her feet and seen a hundred dollar bill being carried by ants. She couldn't believe it, and she couldn't shake the grin from her face thinking about how good she was gonna look wearing the hentai championship around her waist.

Her music played over the arena's speakers, and she came out the curtain wearing a grey shirt over her ring gear, a microphone in hand. "Sister Lucia, I gotta be honest, girl, you made a believer outta me." She approached the ring and stepping between the ropes. "You made me believe in a higher power, because if God wasn't on your side, I don't know how else you could've won that tournament. You beat Eirina Makishima, Chloe Guillaume, Kama Kameleon, Natasha Loclear, some of the best names in hentai wrestling, you beat them. A joke like you. Fuckin' miracle." She snickered. The crowd cheered at Skylar's snide remarks. They hated her most of the time, but the moment she targeted the girl trying to take their porn away, they all loved her. Of course they did. Fucking marks. "The girls in the back, they're pissed about all your high and mighty shit, saying they're gonna give you what's coming to you. I'll be real, I don't give a shit. Normally, I'd have better things to do than beat up cute little comedy wrestlers, but you have something I want." She leaned onto the ropes, gazing intently into the camera. "You got the LAW Hentai Championship. You said you'd take anyone on, anytime, anyplace, so bow about you get out here, and take me on, right here, right fucking now." She said, the crowd exploding into cheers.

The crowd was amped up. With the hentai division under attack, they were clamoring for anyone who could put Sister Lucia in her place, any white knight who could come to their rescue. Here was Skylar, a proven commodity, looking to take her on? It was enough to give them some hope, and they were quick to rally behind their heroine.

Well, too fucking bad.

The woman who came out was decidedly not Sister Lucia, though it took the crowd a moment to realize who it was.

had changed her look a bit since she was last seen with the others, sporting a darker, more gothic style and trading her honey-blonde hair for a black-and-white motif that shadowed her eyes. It was a striking change, but once they figured out who she was by her height, the appropriate level of boos poured in.

She could not have given any less of a shit. Her eyes, shaded as they were, locked in on the ring and the woman inside it. The rest of the world might as well not even exist.

She brought the microphone to her black lips and said the five words she’d wanted to tell this woman for years. ”Go fuck yourself, Skylar Jones.”

The crowd most certainly did not like that, but it was water off a duck’s back. ”You want a title shot? You'll get the back of my hand. Lucia isn’t even here tonight, moron. Maybe check that she’s in the building before you call someone out. We don’t live in the arena.” She tapped her chest. ”I’m just here because I had a match, but since you’re making demands, I guess whoever I was going to beat is catching a break. Instead of them, I’m going to give you the beating I should’ve given you years ago, the one you definitely fucking deserve, years in the making. If there’s any of you left afterwards, Lucia can get that for her title match. How does that sound?”

In the end, it didn’t much matter to Prudence, since she was going to go down there and beat Skylar up, regardless. If she was going to do that, though, it might as well count to her WLD.