L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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The night Elinor had been dragged from her debut had been the same one where she experienced perhaps the greatest sleep of her life. But not because she had entered her bed satisfied with the match's outcome, or she was content with her victory, because Sheila had unceremoniously robbed her of both of those emotions. No, Elinor's rage had followed her well into the night, and the only thing able to put her mind at rest were a series of sedatives, enough to tranquilize a horse.

Several weeks later, and the German businesswoman was still seething. She had joined LAW first and foremost to promote her brand, and in the process, fulfill a personal desire to practice a form of ruthlessness that even the cruel world of business couldn't match. And what did she have to show for it? Sure issues of her fitness magazine were flying off the shelves, with online subscriptions having doubled since the match. But promoting a brand also went hand in hand with sending a message, and it's here that Elinor felt the most disappointment. She put every ounce of effort into demolishing her opponent, not only her breaking body, but laying claim to it too. She had given the match her all.

Or so she liked to think. After all, Sheila... god just thinking of that name made her recoil - Sheila had come dangerously close to actually winning it. Sheila had managed to get up at the end of it all. Not only that, but Sheila had even lay clear her plans for vengeance. Clearly the message wasn't set, clearly Elinor, the woman who espoused fighting to the very end, had failed to practice what she preached. Her grand plans for a quick rise to the top were already being challenged. Business was booming, but Elinor had promised shareholders gargantuan returns on their investment in her as a future champion, and Sheila was already proving to be a roadblock.

Had this been any other match besides her debut, Elinor might have even respected the woman for it. After all, she was a foreign upstart just like herself, no doubt with dreams, ambitions, and goals of her own. But this was her debut. The one match that set the precedence for all that was to come. How could she possibly bill herself as an unstoppable force too powerful to fight when her first opponent was willing to do just that all over again?

Elinor stood still as she mulled over these questions relentlessly. They whirled inside her head every minute of every day since that match. Her still creaking bones and still aching muscles paled in comparison to the pain these thoughts brought her.

"Ms. Klügmann - Uhh... Ms.Klügmann?"

The soft spoken voice of her loyal assistant finally saved Elinor from drowning in her own sea of thoughts. The towering woman hastily looked around the room, having completly forgotten where she was for a few seconds. A bright flash from a nearby camera eventually put things back into perspective. Ah yes, her company had leased out a few floors of a Tokyo high-rise so Elinor could still engage with the business from abroad. And here she was, on the top floor, supervising a photoshoot for next weeks cover of Amazoness magazine.

"Ms. Klügmann, we're uh, still waiting for you to uh, select a model ma'am" Heidi whispered, nodding her head towards the line of fitness models that posed against the backdrop.

"Right...Right! Ahem, I was just... thinking that's all. And I still haven't decided, so hush Heidi!" Elinor claimed. Who knows how long those models had been standing there while Elinor pondered a match long gone. She tried to save face by putting on an unimpressed muse, her eyes jumping from each woman to the next. They each hailed from different nationalities and backgrounds, each one seemingly more toned than the woman before her, yet the German still loomed over them all.

"Get rid of them Heidi. I think I'll put myself on the cover for this week's issue"

"Excellent idea ma'am! Right away!" Heidi beamed up to her boss, before quickly going on to shoo the disappointed models out the door. "It's about time you put yourself on the cover Ms.Klügmann. Readers have been dying to see you commemorate your win with -"

"What did I say about mentioning that match!?" Elinor chastised. Heidi stumbled back, taken aback by the sudden shouting. "Yes... Yes Ma'am" she gulped.

Elinor was supposed to have been featured on the cover of the magazine only days after her debut win, but had been putting it off since she still struggled to come to terms with the match. Even now, she was unsure why the sudden change of heart, but with a sigh, Elinor began preparing herself for the photoshoot. She had entered her office's closet, pulling out the clothes she had prepared especially for this occasion. An exact replica of her in-ring attire, with her tie and reading glasses to accentuate her stylish business acumen outside of the ring.

She made her way towards the backdrop, posing in front of the lights as the cameraman went to work capturing her from varying angles.

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"Ms. Klügmann, there's -"

"Not now Heidi"

"But there's someone in the main lobby wanting to see you. Should I -"

"I said NOT NOW!" Elinor boomed, her modelesque smile straining under her frustration. The small secretary retreated in the corner as she watched the photoshoot from afar. All the while her earpiece blared with reports from the lobby a few floors down. Apparently someone was causing quite the commotion...

”For the last time. Last time.” Sheila leaned over the desk and glared down at the unfazed secretary. ”Elinor. Klugmann. Where is she?”

Sheila might’ve come from a backyard league, but even she knew the way that these things were typically done. If you had some beef with another wrestler, you were supposed to settle it in the ring, keep it strictly out of the public. You waited for a night when you knew they would be around, you set up a spot for a promo, you came out and said your peace, then you waited for them to show up and answer the call. That would lead to a match or at least set up for something big in the future. Bing, bang, boom, you’re done.

And she might have even done it that way, save for one problem: She was pissed off. She was pissed off after that match with Elinor left her a cum-soaked mess. She was pissed off when she went to the infirmary and was given a laundry list of injuries. She was pissed off in the hospital, laying up in a bed, eating overpriced, crappy salads. She was pissed off when she went home and spent the next two weeks rehabbing and gulping down pain medicine. She was pissed when she trained, when she worked out, when she caught the bus, when she called back home, when she went to sleep, when she woke up, all day, all night, all the time thinking about Elinor Fucking Klugmann..

So, no, she wasn’t going through the proper channels, and she wasn’t waiting for this woman to show up, and she wasn’t going to schedule some nice segment for a ratings bump. She did some digging around, found where Elinor worked, and showed up, more than ready to let all that hate go in a very public way.

Only one problem - this bitch wouldn’t tell her where the other bitch was.

Sheila had come here to make a simple request, just wanted to know where she was, and the bloody secretary was making that a pain in the arse. There were others in the lobby, too, giving her these weird looks, as if they’d never seen a pro-wrestler before.

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It probably didn’t helpt that she’d come in her wrestling outfit, figuring it would be best come prepared if things popped off. But she paid them no mind and kept her focus on grilling this woman behind the front desk. A small thing with a too-neat bobcut and thin glasses that made it easy to see the glares they were trading. “Ma’am,” She said the title in a way that let Sheila know she didn’t believe it applied. “I can’t just let you see Ms. Klügmann at any time. She’s busy, and if you don’t have business-”[/color]

”I’ve got business.” The business of shoving a foot up her tight cunt. ”Wrestling business. We’re co-workers.”

“Seeing as you can’t even pronounce her name properly, I doubt that.” The secretary folded her arms and leaned back, as one of her assistants talked with someone over an earpiece nearby. Maybe security. Maybe this was about to be a problem. “You can either make an appointment like everyone else, or leave. Those are your two options, ma’am.”

Sheila was just about to tell this woman what she thought about all of that, when a nearby elevator opened and a bunch of irritated women came out, all athletic and statuesque, all well-dressed, all looking like someone had slapped them hard across the face. She would’ve ignored them, except for the mumbles she heard as they passed by.

“...can’t believe they called us out here for nothing…”

“...does that bitch think she is…”

“...wouldn’t say it to her face, but…”

There was a chance this was just a coincidence, but given that she knew Elinor was here somewhere and the impression she had to leave people with, it seemed like a safe bet to guess who they were talking about. Only one way to find out, though. ”Oi! You!” She got the attention of the last woman to pass by, a mousy looking girl that barely came up to Sheila’s chin, and thumbed upwards. ”Elinor Klugmann-“

“Klügmann.”

”Whatever, fuck.”Sheila snapped at the secretary, then turned back to the woman. “Muscles, short hair, German, royal cunt. Where’s she at it?”

The woman’s face crumbled up at the name, but she spoke up soon enough. ”Three floors up, first door next to the bathroom. Be careful, she’s in a bad mood.”

That got a full laugh out of Sheila, the first one she’d uttered in about a month. ”Yeah, no shit. So am I.” With that little nugget of information in her pocket, Sheila flipped the secretary off and made her way past the desk, hurriedly making her way to the stairs while they started making frantic calls behind her. As sure as she stood, security would be on her ass in minutes, but that was fine - she only needed a couple with Elinor’s company. She was pretty sure the German would be up to listen, too.

Only two sounds occupied the large office suite: The periodic clicking of the camera as it captured Elinor, and the incessant nail biting of Heidi in the corner. The secretary's earpiece was ablaze with troubling news.

"Heidi I really think -"

"Just handle it! Ms. Klügmann is busy at the moment. You know she doesn't like to be interrupted" Heidi hissed into her earpiece. Elinor shot her an angry stare, the added distraction of Heidi's voice clearly putting the German woman's patience to the test. The room resumed it's chilling silence, interrupted only by the occasional click of the camera shutter.

Until her earpiece picked up on the sounds of a familiar voice. Heidi was well attuned to the voice of her boss's enemies. It was practically part of the job description considering how many Elinor seemed to pick up. And considering that Heidi was ringside for her boss's debut, she was very accustomed to the voice wreaking havoc in the lobby below. The loyal assistant bit her lip, a bead of sweat tricking down her forehead.

"Oh no..."

"Stop biting your nails Heidi."

"-She's going up the stairs!"

"If you don't stop, I swear..."

"Quick-Quick! Somebody get security!"

"That's it - OUT! Get out! How am I supposed to work in here with you breathing like a pig!?

"Ms. Klügmann please-"

"OUT!"

The force of her voice was stronger than if the muscled woman had physically thrown her out of the room. Heidi stumbled her way out the door, closing it just in time to catch a glimpse of her still furious boss. In truth, the small secretary had received far worse reprimands from her boss than this. A day where Elinor wasn't foaming at the mouth was out of the ordinary. But if Elinor knew who was in the building right now... Heidi glanced around the open hallway, not sure if the tall steel and glass high-rise would be sound enough to withstand the rage that would ensue.

Her eyes shot towards the stairs at the end of the hallway. Sure enough loud thumping footsteps were rapidly making their way up the spiral structure. Heidi eyes were visibly shot with panic as she desperately shot glances between the stairs and the closed office suite. She had to stop Sheila before she made it to this door, lest they all perish in the fallout.

Heidi's heels clicked against the marble floor as she scurried towards the end of the stairs, her clipboard held tight against her chest. Sheila was in view now, clad in her wrestling attire, here eyes ablaze with a mission that paid no need to the small secretary in her way.

"Ms. Morgan! Wha-what are you doing here? I-I-I don't have you on Ms. Klügmann's schedule... I-I'm afraid you'll have to re-rebook." Heidi stammered, doing her best to to feign a surprised expression.

Sheila came rushing up the stairs, skipping a few steps here and there to make the ascent even quicker. She wasn’t so ticked off that she didn’t realize where this was all going - she had something of a history when it came to trespassing in places for one reason or another, so she knew it was only a matter of time before security mobilized and was breathing down her neck. She wasn’t going to have all the time in the world with Elinor. A couple of minutes, tops.

But that was fine. She didn’t have much to say, really. Two minutes in this bitch’s face would be more than enough for that, and she might even have enough time to throw some punches. Wrecking Elinor’s workplace up would be more than worth a night in jail.

”And…” Sheila came bursting out on what she hoped was the right floor, making the door swing open so hard that it smack against the wall. She looked around, wild and started storming down the hall, all business, when-

”Whothefuck?”

Sheila would’ve just barreled past whoever this was, only the woman said her name, and also became the first person to refer to her as ‘Ms. Morgan’ since she left primary school. It was enough to make her stop in her tracks, if only for a few seconds, and hear what she had to say, though she kept bouncing on her heels the whole time.

”Fuck’s sakes, back off!” She threw her hair back and sneered at the woman, stepping to her with fangs bared. ”Elinor’s face’s got an emergency meeting with the bottom of my foot, that good enough? And once…once…”

Sheila’s eyes narrowed and she settled, as she gave this woman the once over and recognition started to dawn on her. ”Oi.” She tipped her head from one side, then the other. ”Yeah, I know you. You were there at the match, right at the end, there.”

Yeah, yeah, that had been her. Sheila didn’t pay much attention to her at the time because…yeah. But it was her. Brown hair, glasses, mousey looking. She’d been one of the many holding Elinor back after the match, the only one who wasn't security. Sheila had been wondering what that was about. ”What’re you, like, her butler? Step off.” Elinor shook her head and began walking down the hall again, though the moment of confusion had slowed her pace.

Sheila wasn't gargantuan by any means. Sure she was larger than the average girl, with the sort of physique you'd expect from an accomplished backyward brawler. But in comparison to the meek secretary blocking her path, Sheila may as well have been goliath.

"I uh... can't let you do that Ms. Morgan" The murderous look in the Australian's eyes was more than enough to make Heidi consider her next words carefully. "...because Ms. Klügmann isn't here right now! Ohh that's right. Gosh darnit, you just missed her!"Suddenly Sheila's face shifted into something softer, a moment of recognition.

Heidi gulped. Yeah Sheila recognized her alright. "I'm Heidi, Ms. Klügmann's personal assistant actually" Heidi said, straightening herself up and adjusting her glasses as she spoke. Although she was often treated like a butler by Elinor, she didn't like the fact being admitted out loud. "And like I said, Ms. Klügmann isn't here. She's gone, vamoose, left several hours ago in fact. I'd be happy to help you reschedule?"

"God damnt I said capture my good side you worthless schmuck!

Heidi winced as the voice of her boss echoed behind the closed door of the office. Never in her life had Heidi had the gall to tell her boss to shut up, but if ever a moment called for it, this was the one. She turned her attention back to Sheila who was already moving towards the door. She frantically scurried to the end of the hallway, using her body to block the door just as Sheila arrived to it.

"Ms. Morgan don't move an inch! I can't let you through this door!" Heidi yelped, her voice squeaking as she stared at the less than enthused wrestler. To emphasize just how serious she was, Heidi tightened her grip on her clipboard and raised it high above her head. " I-I-I... I just... can't!" Her voice trembled almost as much as her body as the brave secretary made a defiant stand against the blonde intruder! After all, she feared her boss's wrath far more than anything this woman could do to her.

Sheila was just about to go on her way, when this woman got in her path again, and it was making her question if this person was sane or not. She’d watched the match. Not to brag,but she had to know what Sheila was capable of - issue, she lost the fight, but her boss was a beast, and the Wild One had left her naked, bruised, and bloody. Anyone who could put another human being like that had to be respected. If she could do that to Elinor, she could rip a little pup like Heidi in half. Did this woman have a death wish?

And yet, here she was. A gazelle walking right up to the lion.

”Personal assistant, butler, same diff.” She shrugged, not even remotely clued in on what the distinction could be. A butler personally assistedyou, right? She was just about to call her bluff on the bollocks, when Elinor’s loud mouth did it for her. Sure enough, she could hear the woman bellowing down the hall, no doubt ordering around the help and being a pain in the ass. Sounded like she was having a bad day already. Perfect.

Sheila was just about to go stomping in, when this little lemming stepped her in her way again, demanding her to stop, and once again, she did just that. This time, she looked on with a blank stare as the ‘personal assistant’ summoned up the nerve to raise her clipboard in defense.

Needless to say, it wasn’t all that intimidating. A clipboard was one of the few items Sheila had never been clobbered with, but she couldn't say she found the notion too threatening. Damn sure when it was wielded by Heidi’s trembling hands.

Sheila looked at the clipboard. Then down to Heidi. Then back to the clipboard again.

She clicked her tongue, threw up her hands, and did an about face. ”Yeah, okay, see you ‘round.”

And with that quick goodbye, she promptly started off the way she came, walking off with a whistle and a casual gait. Calm and cool as she could be.

…

…

Sheila took exactly five steps before she spun back around, dashed towards Heida at full speed, leaped towards her, caught her head with a three-quarter facelock against her shoulder and dropped to a sit, hitting the tiny woman with her stunning finisher - the Kitchen Sink.

Was she...threatening Sheila with a.... clipboard?. The absurdity of it all wasn't lost on Heidi, but given that her other option was letting the Australian waltz on through, she really didn't have a choice. That didn't make it any easier though. Heidi couldn't even look up at the woman as she cowered in fear, her eyes squinting and body stiffening as it braced for retaliation.

See you around? Was she leaving? Heidi slowly opened her eyes back up again. She was leaving! A small smile formed on the secretary's lips as she saw Sheila's back in retreat. She descended into a fit of relieved sighs and giggles before straightening herself and puffing out her chest with pride. All her life she'd been bullied and pushed around, until Elinor had acted like her malevolent protector back in school.

But for the first time she had actually stood up for herself! Heidi couldn't help but mutter a small "Yeah, you, better run!" as Sheila made her way to the stairs, but she made sure to say it low enough so that the Australian couldn't hear. She'd actually done it, she'd actually avoided catastrophe. Wait until the boss heard about this! She wondered if now would be a good time to ask for a pay raise?

Wait, why was she turning around? She hadn't forgotten anything had she? She's coming in awfully fast. "Oh shit..." Heidi realized.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, Heidi stood still, paralyzed by fear as Sheila made a beeline towards her. She closed the distance in a mater of a few lunges, far too quick for Heidi to evade even if she knew how. Her glasses dropped from her face as Sheila wrapped her arms around her neck, leaving her to witness the ground steadily approach in a blurry haze before her jaw crash landed into the Aussie's shoulder. That was all it took to send the small secretary ricocheting from Sheila's grasp before landing splayed out on the marble floor below, her eyes nothing but glassy pearls as she was knocked out into dreamland.

Yeah... she definitely deserved that pay raise.

Sheila came out of the move into a sit and quickly rolled out of it, doing her best to avoid the pain of dropping to her ass on a linoleum floor. She was mostly successful, managing to cancel out her momentum, and popped to her feet just in time to watch poor, poor Heidi take a nasty fall.

Yup, she was dead to the world. Not surprising, Sheila had dropped grown men with that move, it was a nuke for someone like this. Overkill, really. Could’ve just punched or something, that would’ve done the trick. Heidi hadn't done anything to deserve that. She was just doing her job, and this crazy wrestler came along and obliterated just because her boss was a bitch. Really, kind of a shit thing for her to do, serious dick move.

…ah, well, life sucked sometimes.

”Whatever she pays you, it’s not enough.” Sheila took the time to pick up Heidi’s glasses, walk over, and slide them back onto her zoned-out face. ”Come on, let’s talk to her about it.”

The door to Elinor’s private shindig burst wide open a few seconds later, as Sheila made her way in with a violent kick that drew all attention straight to her. Heidi’s skull was locked under her arm, trapped in a tight headlock as she hauled the flaccid woman along, and she looked at the modeling Elinor with her widest wolfish grin.

”Oi, Ellie, long time, no see! I come at a bad time?” She wiggled her arms and shook Heidi’s head. ”Check out the new friend I made!”

"What the hell was that?"

Elinor's head swiveled towards the door, attracted by the loud and sudden crash she had just heard outside. "Go check it out" The German motioned with her head towards the entrance to the office suite. Although checking out disturbances was hardly in his job description, Elinor's commanding tone was more than enough to make the cameraman scurry towards the door.

The poor lad was greeted with the mahogany entrance slamming right into his face, sending him flying into the nearby corner of the room and into a state similar to Heidi's.

"H-Heidi?" Elinor's voice cracked, as her attention was instantly brought to the slumped out form of her secretary trapped between a muscled arm. The German woman gulped as her eyes slowly followed the arm to it's shoulder, than the neck, before finally resting on the face. "You!.." Elinor gasped. The facetious question delivered in that distinctive accent confirmed it. There Sheila stood in the flesh, with poor Heidi in her arms.

"LET HER GO!" Elinor roared as she pushed passed the photoshoot equipment, charging towards her mortal enemy. She stopped a few feet short of the Aussie, realizing that she was barred from doing anything too irrational. Sheila had practically created a hostage situation. With Heidi firmly in her arms, there was nothing Elinor could do to Sheila without causing the innocent secretary some harm as well.

Elinor was wheezing. She was hyperventilating, the sudden development seeming to get the better of her otherwise collected composure. Sheila was dressed in her wrestling attire, the very same one Elinor had stripped her of only a few weeks before in the ring. That alone was enough to spell trouble, but surely the Aussie wasn't stupid enought to come here for a fight. Security would be here any minute now, which didn't leave much time left for brawling.

"What... What do you want?" Elinor mumbled, although something told her that she already knew the answer to that question. Instead, her eyes were locked only on Heidi, trying to discern if the young secretary was alright. oddly enough she looked rather peaceful in Sheila's arms, asleep and unaware of the warzone she was in right now.

There she was.

Sheila felt the electricity run through her the second she laid eyes on Elinor, with her every cell demanding the two start fighting, right here and now. She knew why she'd come here, but it was easy to forget that in the heat of things. It was like magnetism, inevitable and irresistible. The two of them were in the same room, and she remembered everything the bitch had done, and she wanted nothing more than to just fight and fight and fight until something stopped her.

At first, she thought Elinor felt the same way. The woman was in her wrestling attire, too, because…Sheila had no idea why, seemed like a weird thing to wear for a photoshoot, but whatever. The point was, they were good to go, nothing to stop them, no heels to take off or earrings to unclasp. She came stampeding forward, and Sheila was ready to meet her, already imagining the violence she was about to unleash.

And then she just…stopped.

Sheila blinked, confused at the sudden halt. It didn’t come from fear, she was sure of that. It looked like Elinor had healed about as well as she had, so they were both close to their 100%. Why the hesitation It was like she wasn’t even looking at her, far more focused on…

”Oh.”

She’d almost forgotten she was holding Heidi, but Elinor hadn't. You would’ve thought Sheila had a gun to the woman’s head from the way the magnate was acting. Concern for another human being? This woman was full of surprises.

”Ease up, I’m not gonna hurt your little girl-toy.” She adjusted her grip, getting a better hold on Heidi’s neck. ”More. Not gonna hurt her anymore. She was about ready to take me on, by the way. Loyal or stupid, pick one.” She leaned in with her eyes narrowed and nose flared, breathing in heavy bursts.

”You know what I want, Ellie. Told you you’d be sorry you met me, right? Told you.” She spat off to the side and ran her tongue over her teeth. ”We’re having a match. Hentai and hardcore, private room. Two enter, one leaves on her feet. You in?”