L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO

***

Finally, a bloody match.

had been on LAW’s roster for a few months now, fully hired and on the payroll. He was more than happy to sit around and collect a paycheck, most times - if they wanted to pay him to look pretty, who was he to object? But, ostensibly, he hadn't come to this country, this company, this new world of professional wrestling to faff about.

But management was iffy. While they’d known about his backstory in CAGE UK when they hired him, some backstage were already voicing concerns about putting him in a match, worried he and Betty and Alex might start up their old Hellfire Club craziness. That history might repeat itself.

In the end, he had Imogen to thank for working her magic, making some calls, and cashing in on a favor or two. In the end, it didn’t just get him a match, it got him a match against a newcomer, easy prey. The only hitch was that he had to come out alone, this time. No backup, no one in his corner.

No problem.

The man who was walking down to the ring now, while

played through the loudspeakers, had no shortage of confidence in his stride and a smile on his face, even as the audience voiced their full disdain. Why should he? This was a layup of a match against some girl who clearly had no idea what sort of trouble she was slipping into. As far as he was concerned his goal wasn’t to win here - that was a given. He just needed to look good doing it.

Arthur Cross was a man who rarely didn’t look good.

He slipped under the ropes, popped to his feet, and promptly skipped to his corner to lazily lean against the pads, not even bothering to stretch. Not worth the effort, today.

This was a big day for Mikala. No, it was a huge day! She was going to be making her debut at the League of Anime Wrestling. The girl who grew up in a small island had made it to the big leagues. Make no mistake about it though, while she was debuting here at LAW- this was not her first rodeo in the ring. Mikala had excelled in everything that she put her mind to. First at being a lifeguard and surfing, then at being a fitness instructor and finally being a pro-wrestler in the ring. She knew she was ready to kick ass, but now it was time for the world to know that too. More specifically, it was time to let her opponent, Arthur Cross, know that she was coming to the ring expecting a win. A tough fight no dobut, but the Island Goddess had no doubt that she was going to win- no matter the opponent.

Mikala was busy doing her yoga exercises before her match, calming herself down and getting focused for the task at hand. When the time was near, she would get up and start preparing. First, a quick shower to freshen up. Next, it was some skincare routine as she applied some expensive skincare creams on her arms and face. Girls gotta take care of her body! Finally, she would put on her wrestling attire. After getting ready, it was time to put on a show.

"Whoops, almost forgot this." she said, picking up her hula skirt and a flower lei. Finally, she placed another flower around the back of her ear. "Now, it's show time." she said with a bright smile that even the Hawain sunshine would be jealous of. After making her way to the backstage gorilla set area, she stood there swaying left to right and stretching her arms. A lot of the production staff seemed confused, they had never seen someone look so confident and carefree for their debut.

When her music hit, Mikala was ready to introduce herself to the LAW world in only the way she knew how to do so.

Entrance Attire

The Island Goddess came out dancing! Her infectious smile, her beautiful looks, her gorgeous body on display while she put on a show for the crowd. She was proud to show off her culture and heritage, the crowd began to sing and dance along with her- making her likeable from the start. Mikala giggled and seemed to be having the time of her life while dancing along the ring ramp. When she came near the end though, she removed her flower lie and the flower from behind her ear and gave it to two lucky fans in the front row.

Next, she removed her hula skirt and gave it to the ring attendent before walking up the steel steps and making her way into the ring. The entertainment, the glitz and glamour, the show was over. Now, it was time to get to business. Real business. Instantly, her happy smile changed into a confident smirk while she gazed at her opponent. No doubt he would be just as tough as he looked. Good, Mikala loved a challenge.

The brunette would gently flick her hair back. She nodded in acknowledgement at Arthur and began to walk towards the middle of the ring. She showed no fear or hesitation while she stared him down. Now, standing in the middle of the ring, she placed one hand on her hip while extending the other towards him for a handshake. Mikala did not just look the part, but wanted to make one thing clear to Arthur before the start of this match...

"I want to make one thing perfectly clear before we start this match. I am winning this match" she quite confidently proclaimed.

Match Attire

Mikala Kekoa

Born in Hawaii

68.4 kilogram

And that was all Arthur could be bothered to remember from the profile Imogen had made for him to review in preparation for this match.

He appreciated the thought that she put into those little dossiers; he really did, but he honestly couldn't be bothered to care much about some throwaway opponent on a random episode of LAW. To him, this was barely a step up from a dark match. He was top-tier talent, and this was just a match he was being fed to let the world know what his deal was. Mikala was no big deal.

Unfortunately, it seemed like no one told her that,because she came out like she was the dog’s bollocks.

[color=#]”Fuck’s all this shite, now?”[/color]

A hula dance. She was coming down in an actual hula dance. From his corner, Arthur blinked, looked on, and burst into a snickering fit that was still going when she finally made her way into the ring and got all that nonsense out, putting ont he super serious face. No clue who she was trying to impress.

His smile stayed in place as he made his way to the center of the ring, though he stopped dead when she extended her hand. For a second, he looked at it like she’d handed him an alien artifact, but the trance broke soon enough. He reached out, brought his hand close to hers…

…then lifted it up and poked her in the eyes.

If the belt hasn’t rung, it’s legal. First rule.