A Cool Welcome

[Trucee]

LAW Locker Room
Backstage

The steel door creaks open, a gust of stale air being the first to greet the woman. A shy amber eye browses the array of lockers unoccupied, and then a tall woman in sneakers and a blue tracksuit step in. The door slammed behind her as she walked over to an already open locker. Jun let out a relaxed sigh before she sat down, setting her duffle bag next to her. Unzipping the bag, she hoped to organize her belongings quickly, not wanting to sit on the bench's harsh surface longer than she needed to. She pushes her kickpads aside to take out the essentials; a ziplock with her ring gear, another with her hygiene products, flyers, water bottles, and snacks. Her phone and some casside the side pocket gave the young woman reassurance for touring with L.A.W., something she hadn't found convenient since starting her wrestling journey.

After putting everything in its proper place, Junght the gaze of her own reflection before shutting the locker. She reminiscent while smiling at the mirror, but with a tinge of sadness. Only a few years ago, her back would ache from landing against bare planks or when her core would collapse onto itself after too many strikes. She'd struggle to push tires up hills for hours, or her legs were covered in bruises from countless submission drills. And she'd spent several nights sobbing to sleep in cheap capsule hotels, thinking her mentor would send her back home any day. But it all paid off after a match caught a road agent's attention. Now that she's made it to L.A.W., Jun has to give her all, at least 100%. Otherwise, what would be the point of her struggles?

Her training at the Ōtsuki gym had its positives, admiring the toned body she trained underneath the tracksuit. Shutting the locker tight, Jun wasted no motion beginning her stretches. Her feet apart, she bends down and sits on the ceramic floor. She allows her legs to extend into a split as she pushes forward, stopping when fully spread out. She hums a gentle tune while flexing her legs; this was like therapy. She was beginning to wonder where everybody else was, forgetting that she had arrived much earlier than most would be awake.

Spoiler

[Bearhug Goddess]

Daidoji, as usual, got up early this morning to do her training. Her training consisted of several kilometers of running followed by training with the machines found in the gym to strengthen her already well-muscled body. Daidoji's training was intended to increase her endurance but above all her strength, it is a training that she had been doing for ten years already, it had become a habit to do it at least 3 times a week. .

As Daidoji was only looking to fight against people as strong as her, her training increased to 5 per week when she had a match scheduled. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't had a match scheduled for a while and her training seemed a little too soft, she had to find new exercises to strengthen her body, especially when facing submission grips, her biggest weakness.

Her beginnings in LAW were rather complicated, sometimes she managed to get out of submission holds with her strength but when she couldn't, she found herself completely dominated. This annoyed Daidoji, only brute force mattered to her, she thought submission holds were a waste of time and energy as they were less effective than a good punch.

After a good hour of training while sweating alone, Daidoji looked at herself in front of the mirror. She was only dressed in shorts and a sweat-soaked tank top. She could contemplate her muscles and sigh before clenching her fist. Daidoji was still not satisfied, she needs to get stronger to become the strongest female heavyweight in LAW.

"Tsk, I will become stronger."

Daidoji

She then returned to the locker room to retrieve her towel and clean her face, she was planning to take a shower at home. By opening the locker room door, Daidoji surprised a new face, a person she had never met, surely a new one who was warming up before going to the training room. She walked beside her before going to her locker and looked her up and down, her opponent was well muscled. But she didn't have time to waste her time with a newcomer, Daidoji has nothing to gain if she fought against a newcomer, what she was looking for was the top of the ranking. So Daidoji completely ignored the newcomer and pulled out a towel from her locker to wipe her face.

[Trucee]

The door would creak once more and call for Jun's attention, her eyes glancing over to the entrance. A colossal woman of robust build eclipsed the doors behind her, staring at her peer before approaching her locker. Jun was always eager to meet a new face, especially one of similar stature, but the other woman didn't seem to hold the same interest. She was already shuffling through her locker without a second glance, the room air feeling chilly all of a sudden- at least, to Jun.

Her hopes for a warm reception diminished almost as soon as they had materialized. She sighed and tried to return to her warm-up, but her stretch gradually relaxed into a sitting position. Jun couldn't help but hold a soft glare in the other woman's direction. The fact she passed her as if she wasn't there left the younger wrestler with balled-up fists and a frown. Jun did her best to control her temper; her practiced breathing allowed her fists to soften back to open palms, shutting her eyes as her mind refocused on a positive outlook. This was her first real moment in the locker rooms of L.A.W., and she'd rather not be known as a hothead.

While she didn't know many people in the promotion, Jun at least understood this was the hub of many serious competitors. And now that she was among them, her hopes of getting acquainted with the backstage environment could only be met through opening up. There was a lot to gain from someone who's been in L.A.W. longer than her. Standing up, she'd stretch her arms toward the ceiling before walking toward her larger peer.

"Hi, I signed with L.A.W. not too long ago, so I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Jun Iwayama, but feel free to call me Jun." Jun's greeting was led by a glowing voice. Now getting closer, she could tell the raven-haired woman kept herself busy with rigorous training. "I must admit, your build is rather impressive. What kind of routine do you practice?"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Daidoji was not at his best right now. She had suffered several defeats in her last match, yet she was much stronger than her opponents but that was not enough to win a match in the fight, you also had to be a little more thoughtful to avoid being a brute. Daidoji had to learn to take it upon herself that being a strong woman wasn't just about relying on a muscular physique. It might be pretty hard for Daidoji, it's like she has to completely change her way of thinking.

Despite this, Daidoji remained serious and rigorous about her training, she could feel that her condition was improving more and more, but deep down Daidoji knew that something was missing, something to make her LAW's best female wrestler.

After lightly washing her face, she took advantage as usual to stretch in the locker room to let her muscles rest. Normally, Daidoji was alone in the locker room this early in the morning, but strangely a woman came to her to talk to her. Daidoji let the news introduce itself and answered her after he finished some of his stretches, letting out a long sigh.

"I am Daidoji, I train hard almost every day to become ever stronger, your frail body will not resist."

Daidoji responded quite coldly to the new recruit. It wasn't against Jun, Daidoji was just suspicious of people she might meet. Everyone could become rivals at one time or another, Daidoji did not intend to reveal his training to a stranger in whom she had absolutely no confidence.