L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Urgh. Terrible lighting for her forehead. Kimberly raised her hand, urging her cameraman a few feet to the left. Having plenty of practice with the journalist's tendency to direct a lot of traffic in preparation for her interviews, the cameraman eased to the left, earning Kimberly's nodded approval. She glanced down at her own feet, wiggling herself to the left, and a glance at the feedback screen told her she had fixed the problem of her glowing forehead. She cleared her throat, once, twice, three times, sorted out a meager problem with her collar, and settled into place, counting herself down with her fingers and turning on the smile.

"Hey, LAW fans! Kimberly Kulp here with a special treat for you. I think we would all agree that one unique trait, one facet of our personalities, that almost all of us share is that we dream-"

Kimberly could see it before it happened. Someone walking into her shot. Her shoulders slumping, she started to direct the oncoming woman somewhere besides gorilla, which was busy enough. At least the stagehands knew to give her a few feet to record. But once the figure stepped into the light, Kimberly recognized Florence Timmons, one-half of the participants in this debut match. The half who was not debuting tonight and the one who Kimberly was not slated to interview, but here she was nonetheless. Flo looked shocked to see her.

"Kimmy Kulp! You here to make a big deal of my match?"

Kimberly offered her best agreeable smile though annoyance tickled at her. And where in the world had she gotten the name "Kimmy"? She didn't bother to correct her. "That's right. I'm doing a quick interview piece on your opponent, Reina. She should be here in a second. Aren't you early? I didn't think anyone called you."

The woman hopped onto a crate and promptly started swinging her legs like a schoolgirl. "Yeah, but I have to pace around or I go crazy sitting in the locker room. And what gives? I didn't get an interview. When's mine coming?", she asked. Kimberly could tell by the look on the woman's face that she wasn't being serious - not entirely, anyway. Kimberly began to answer her before a stagehand tapped her on the shoulder.

"Reina incoming."

"Oh, good." Kimberly straightened her clothing again. "We'll record the intro later, Charlie. Hey, Reina! Over here!" She flicked a finger down the hall where the stagehand indicated Reina was headed her way. Okay. Regroup. Good interview. She cut her eyes back over to Flo. "You just hold right there, and we can talk about your interview after the match."

Flo nodded, but somehow, Kimberly didn't buy the truth of it in those mischievous eyes.

Spoiler

Spoiler

If there was anything that could break Reina's stone-faced gaze, it was the arena around her. Never before had she been in a company at this size, this near overwhelming swell of people all cheering and talking so loud you'd think the arena was going through an earthquake. She was certainly in the big leagues now that's for sure, but as the sea of chatter washed over the wrestler, there was no fear to be found in her. This stage is no more than a new campaign for her to conquer, and no matter what challenges she may face, she knew all of them would fall beneath her without question. So when she heard her name be called, it was time for her march to begin. So in a huff, Reina made her way toward Kimberly with a royal's grace, and soldier rhythm as cameramen flanked her sides, capturing her every chiseled angle and flippant expression as she began to see not just her interviewer, but her new conquest for tonight. That's strange, she wasn't told this was going to be a dual interview. Oh well, it would just be another chance for her to prove how superior she was to Florence in every way.

"Oh? I didn't know my throne would be getting an interview as well." Reina said, glancing at Florence with a flippant gaze.

spoiler

Not the jealous type - though she did love to be in front of cameras - Flo clicked her tongue and continued swinging her legs while she waited for this interview to start. Gave her a good chance to listen and decide if Reina was a charmer or an old stuffy-pants. When the woman in question emerged from the hallway, Flo's eager eyes betrayed that she thought one thing about her opponent for the night... that she was a looker. Killer hair, too. Flo didn't laud many people for their hair given hers was her pride and joy, trailing down her back like a cape, but she wanted to tug on Reina's.

The woman looked unhappy to see Flo, though. The session wrestler grinned, trying to disarm the debuting beauty. Didn't seem like it worked. She just got called a throne for her efforts. While Flo loved a sporting exchange and had been called far worse than a throne, she blew a raspberry. "No, you're the special one. I just get to sit here and be the prettiest one." She framed her face with her hands as if to prove it and started to get up and place herself in the camera, if only for a moment, but Kimberly waved her hand for her to wait.

"Just... wait a second, Florence. Okay, Charlie. We're just going to jump right into it. Three, two, one..." Flo watched Kimberly slinging her hand and straightening her back. "Reina, tonight's your first match." Flo thought it weird how Kimberly could change voices like that. Florence herself did a lot of acting in sessions, and she could never sound so different. There was no changing Derbyshire. "How do you see your chances? You obviously come into the League with high hopes."

In a huff tinged with laughter, Reina placed her hand on her hip as her plump luscious lips curled into a small grin at her energetic opponent. Maybe she was just in a bad mood earlier, maybe it was her way of relieving stress from being in such a grander stage. But sadly for Florence, a closer look at Reina's face showed nothing but an ocean of pride and superiority. Even her laugh, as short as it was oozed with the sound of haughtiness, as if she was already saying, "Is this really who I'm up against? This energetic little doll?" Looking at silver haired wrestler, Reina had to admit she did have the body of a fighter. A good looking body at that, but looks mattered little on the battlefield. What really mattered was your skill, and if you could use your strengths to your advantage.

She's strong in build and curvy in body. Grappling could be a challenge if she didn't try her best, but with that personality, could she even use that power effectively? No, Reina thought, she's most likely all brawn with little brains. Oh well, this just means her debut would be an easy trample to the finish. As it should be.

"Oh, don't sell yourself short, you are indeed special yourself. I've never seen a throne that doubled as a Jester~." She shot back, watching Flo's antics with a condescending grin on her face as she strode up to Florence before Kimberly waved her back to her crate, and turned Reina's attention back on her as she listened to her question as her brows furrowed at the change in voice, but thought no more of it. It was time for her interview after all, and oh, what a first question she received.

"When I first researched my opponent, I thought perhaps I may have a challenge. But after seeing more of her..." Reina said, looking Florence up and down. "Is that it will be an easy conquest."

No one would ever accuse Flo of catching onto everything that went on around her - she spent too much time rattling thoughts around in her overactive mind - but she could tell the difference between someone laughing because they found her funny (and she was) or because they found her a joke. The session wrestler caught the latter intention from Reina without having to guess. But she had learned that sometimes, it worked for her to play up the ditzy. She gazed at Reina with the proudest smile while she wondered how that laugh wound sound from underneath her ass... and if turned into more of a whine. Yeah, that would sound good.

With patience a mile long, she even chose to take the jester comment in stride and laughed at it with that light laugh people used at dinner parties. She didn't get to use that laugh all too often. "Wouldn't mind that too much. Least the people in charge can tell I should be the one keeping everyone entertained." ...Shoot. She should have gone with "but you're the one dressed like one," too, but Kimberly had already started the interview. She would save that one for later.

Staying patient was hard for her, but she tried to let Kimberly do her thing. That patience lasted exactly twelve seconds. Clearly, Reina wanted to make this whole downplaying bit into a thing, and Flo would be happy to oblige. Kimberly had opened her mouth for another question, but she stopped and hid a grimace from the camera when Flo popped up and marched her way right into the camera - still wearing her ever-present, effervescent smile. Kimberly quickly stepped back and shoved the mic between the two of them to catch what was said.

"There's no accounting for bad taste, love. I think the people should decide if they like what they see." She winked at the camera. "Didn't mum ever teach you to watch what you say on social media? People will be reminding you about it for years after you lose."

If there was one word to describe Reina, humble was certainly not in the top 100, vain, yes. Arrogant? Certainly. But if there was one word that had to take the number one spot, that would have to fall to Prideful. And that pride hated to be questioned under any circumstance, especially when it came from someone so beneath her. So when Reina saw Florence's prideful smile meet her own, Reina's grin fell into an upturned glare. Already picturing the wrestling clinic she would put Florence through to wipe that grin off her face. And when all was said and done, once she took a seat on her throne, she would make sure that smile never faced her again from Flo. And when her eyes saw the silver-haired powerhouse step up to her, the prideful conqueror wasted no time and squared off with her too. Using her height to her advantage, Reina kept her head raised over Flo's, glaring down into her ambers with her dark browns, Reina huffed at Florence's words and crossed her arms.

"If the masses prefer seeing a ditzy dress-up doll for entertainment, then clearly I gave them too much credit if you, are what they want to see." And as the crowd rained down boos, Reina paid the rabble no mind. Cheer her, boo her, the result of her matches stay the same. And to her current conquest, she said, "Oh, jester, my mother has nothing to worry about." stepping closer to Florence. "Because there is no way I would lose to a clown like you." Now standing chest to chest with Florence, Reina could feel just how much more well-endowed Flo was to her. But instead of feeling annoyed or angry at the difference, all it said to Reina was that Florence truly was the bimbo she thought she was.

Flo sorta loved adding heat to a match. All the tense shit had pulled her into wrestling in a ring instead of always on a bed in the first place. A girl couldn't fake the aggression and spice all the time - some of it needed to be real. That made it hotter, wilder. Even with Reina berating her and Flo berating her right back, the beauty didn't get frustrated. No, she got worked up. Eager. Ready for action. Come to think of it, that was probably why Kimberly had never pulled her over for an interview. She would have gotten to wild to stand there and talk for three minutes.

She couldn't tell how well her words pricked at Reina, but she sure liked how it made her puff up even more. Reina had the height advantage, but Flo tried to wriggle herself more into the camera as her counter to it. She couldn't even see Kimberly anymore - the interviewer had apparently caught on to this exchange being better than an interview and had become nothing but a phantom in the background. "Got part of it right, I guess," she sassily returned, crossing her arms under her chest with pride. "I am a doll."

"What's all this about a throne, too? Your butt itching?" Flo peered around as if inspecting it. Darn. It was a mighty fine butt - not the sort of thing she could make fun of. "Speaking of moms, mine probably knows some good powders for your old lady-seat if you need it." It helped being the baby in most promotions. She could pull out the old lady bit at any time.

Oh, Flo’s words pricked Reina alright, not that she would let herself fall to that level to show it. No, she refused to let Flo see how annoyed she was. What queen pays heed to a jester? What Conqueror gets upset by the jeers of the trampled? But as she tried to regain her composure internally, it appeared Florence had other ideas. Watching as Florence wiggled even closer to her, Reina could feel almost every single curve Florence had to offer. Every supple squish and every unyielding wall of muscle was pressed against her as she stood her ground, she could withstand this gnat without trouble.

Or rather, that’s what she thought until a comment so out of left field made her have to squint at Florence when she heard it. “Is her butt, what?” Internally flabbergasted by that question, Reina’s face twisted to a condescending sneer as she wouldn’t just answer Flo’s question, no, she would flip it on its head and throw it back at her. Wanting more than anything at the moment to wipe that everpresent smile off Florence's face. As now, just like her opponent, Reina was getting into this, she could already feel her anger stewing in her chest from the teasing. She didn't just want to conquer Florence, she wanted to utterly dominate this cocky doll, and rid herself of this annoyance today!

“My butt,” Reina snipped, “Is merely itching to show you your place beneath it. And, if your ogling is anything to go by, I’d say you’re already aware of it.” And with a return of her condescending grin, Reina said, “But don’t worry, I will make sure you are well acquainted with it tonight.”

Flo prided herself on many things, not the least of all the looks that she bothered to play up with so many eyes set to see her. The ability to come up with something random enough - and yet still on topic enough - to perplex people was one source of her pride. Reina's confusion-turned-irritation told her she had struck the mark. A few people seemed to get a laugh out of it, too, after they recovered from the oddness of it. Flo considered the banter a job well done, and she patted herself on the half-bare butt and winked at the camera yet again for emphasis.

She had to admit, she liked the comeback line. In fact, she snickered at it. Flo rarely got outright angry at anyone nor offended by much of anything, and whatever buttons of Reina's she had pushed, the newcomer would have to start jabbing on about a dozen more buttons to get Flo feeling close to anything beyond prickly. But Reina's words did plant seeds in her mind, and she tapped a finger to her chin as she studied Reina's face. She held up her hands between them, framing the other woman's face like a picture with her fingers.

"It's not a bad one. Might have to convince you that mine's better before the match is over, though. It'd be fun to seal off that pretty face where the sun don't shine." While her breasts got most of the action, Flo surprised a lot of people - her ass could carry its weight. She thought she would like to prove that tonight. "Why don't we say screw it to the standard match and make it a smother match? Kimberly's an important person. She could approve it." She jabbed her thumb at the reporter.

"Uh, that's not exactly-"

"Oh come on! Give the people what they want."

When her last barbed words left her lips, Reina looked on at the silver-haired maiden expecting to see a crack in her cavalier face. Waiting and watching to see that prideful smile at least dim in annoyance. But much to her chagrin when her eyes scanned the doll’s face, she got a crack alright. Just not the one she wanted. Because Florence found humor in Reina’s taunt, Reina saw Florence’s laugh as nothing but aggravating. Not one word, not one single insult made Florence upset, in fact, it seemed the opposite was happening! And as she crossed her arms at Florence, trying to tamp down the flames of her anger to stay composed, the next words out of Florence’s mouth turned those embers to a wildfire! Just who did Flo think she was telling her that she’d wind up beneath her cake?! Even just imagining the sight made Reina’s blood boil. She couldn’t let this stand, especially when it came from Florence, someone who in her mind wasn’t even worthy of lacing up her boots! And she would prove it tonight, especially with what Florence had just proposed.

“Hmph, that’s the most intelligent thing you’ve said all day.” Reina cooed, and before Kimberly could try to dissuade the idea again, Reina cut through and gave her full support. “I agree to those terms as well," Reina stated as howls of cheers echoed from the arena at the match change, filling the arena with static as chants of-

"Smother Match!"

"Smother Match!'

"Smother Match!"

Rang throughout the arena as all figurative eyes fell on the three women backstage. And as they all cheered, Reina's gaze stayed locked on Florence. Whether or not the match change was made, she was going to give this cocky doll the smothering of a lifetime for getting on her nerves. So in one more teasing game of disrespect, Reina attempted to force Florence's face up to meet hers as she gave her her final address. "But listen here, jester, I hope you keep that smile on your face because when I show you your place, I will enjoy wiping that grin off it.”