L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Another day, another friend to make!

Pacing the hallways with a smile to her mug, Honoka had given her reason to. What felt to be a lifetime after her somewhat disastrous effort to gain favour among the fans for lightweight title progress, Honoka had forced herself into a mood good enough to take on a fight. And today, it would be against a face within LAW she had yet to meet, in her own division no-less. Curious, given Honoka was ditsy enough to think she had met everyone!

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With gym bag to hand, stuffed to the brim with clothes she'd be wearing for the event to follow, Honoka would pace her tout figure from the hallway to the locker room, head low as she hummed, oblivious to any and all.

It was only as the girl had removed her adorned loose jacket that Honoka's eyes did rise; purely from the fact her ears had pricked up. Footsteps? There shouldn't have been any, given the locker room was meant to be hers a good fifteen minutes prior to any match. Unless...

"Dangit!" Black jacket in hand quickly thrown atop her gym bag, Honoka's mistake became apparent. She was in the wrong locker room!

Having inadvertently paced into the room designated for her opponent for the night, Honoka nervously approached the corner of a set of lockers from which around the noise had come from. Frankly, she prayed it was either a cleaner, or simply a previous in-ring competitor having just switched back to their casual. She certainly didn't want it to be the woman she'd soon be trying to pin or submit, as things would be rather awkward indeed!

Amy was in her locker room, walking towards her locker in order to get dressed up for her match. She wasn't wearing anything too interesting, just a white T-shirt and some jeans, as well as some black trainers. Amy wasn't one to dress too spectacularly; she'd mainly just throw clothes on if they were clean enough. It wasn't the best way to dress, but she didn't really care. She never went out to any place that required a 'good' outfit, so she never cared about the way she presented herself to other people.

Amy was staring at the floor, with her hands in her pockets whilst she was walking through the locker room. She was essentially staring at her feet whilst she was walking.In fact, the way she was walking seemed as if she was on autopilot. She knew where she was going, but she wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings. That's not to say that she bumped into anything whilst doing this, she never has. She was so used to walking that way, that she'd instantly look up to avoid danger if a car was coming her way for example.

Amy soon was relatively close to her locker, only needing to turn a corner to reach her locker. She soon suddenly stopped when she noticed something odd. There was a shadow, not just any shadow, but a shadow of a human. It wasn't moving or doing anything interesting. It was just there. She was confused. From what she knew, the locker room was supposed to be empty, but here she was seeing another person's shadow. She panicked a bit, thinking back to what she was told, considering that she may have went into the wrong locker room by accident. She stood there briefly, thinking, but no matter how much she searched through her memory, the answer was still the same. The locker room that she went into was the correct locker room.

She soon snapped herself out of her thoughts, knowing that she'd have to approach the figure somehow. She was worried, thinking that she'd get attacked by the unknown human. Despite having all of these negative thoughts rushing through her head, she simply dismissed them, since she didn't know who it was, and chances are, they didn't know who she was. Amy was a relatively new wrestler, so she convinced herself that no one knew her enough to even have a grudge against her. Despite this, she was still slightly nervous when she spoke out to the woman in her locker room. "Umm, is anyone there?"

She was standing right beside the corner, with her hands now out of her pockets, with one hand on the corner, as she slowly started to peer her head around the corner. She was still cautious whilst she was doing this, and with her head not fully around the corner, she waited to see if whoever was with her within the locker room would respond.

Please don't be a wrestler, please don't be a wrestler. please don't be a wrestler. If you are, be on your way after your match...

Thoughts repeated themselves over and over in Honoka's mind, as she prayed the tapping of feet belonged to anyone other than her opponent for tonight. A part of her imagined the vicious sort; the wrestlers she'd heard about, who would take no problem in laying a beat down before the match to gain an early advantage. Even if by chance the girl in question was of a kind variety, the encounter between the two figures would most certainly still be of a awkward kind. After all, the two were due in-ring in about ten minutes, to bend, punch, slam, squeeze and choke one another before the crowd!

Fingers extending, they'd find the edges of the locker, as Honoka replicated a figure in a horror movie - the sort that would peer slowly as could be, before the villain would be revealed on the other side.

And whilst the figure she now gazed upon was no villain, the reaction Honoka gave was all the similar.

"Eeep!" Her voice perhaps scaring them both, Honoka's eyes recoiled wide as she realised that given the attire, or more the fact she was due to change yet still into her wrestling one, and stature of Amy, she was most certainly the woman she was due to fight. And now, Honoka had just yelped at her.

"H-h-h-h-hi..." She'd tutter, voice shaky as if she had just exited a rollercoaster, with half her figure still behind the lockers in modest fear.

Amy would peer around the corner slowly, being cautious as she was doing so. She was scared, even though there was no reason for her to be scared at a moment like this. All she needed to do was find out why whoever was in the locker room with her, was in the locker room with her. She had no reason to be scared, and yet she still was. Soon, she poked her head around the corner, and saw the girl who was in the locker room with her, and the girl screamed.

Amy jumped, frightened at the sudden noise. The other girl screamed, which made Amy petrified. She jumped backwards, screaming along with her. Amy was rather prone to terror of all sorts. Even something as simple as a jump-scare could get to her. She normally tries her best to avoid situations which had a chance of scaring her, but there was no way of her avoiding this. It just came out of nowhere. The whole situation was just random. The girl being in the locker room with her, the girl screaming when she saw Amy. It all just happened, and it happened so fast too. Amy's eyes were wide open due to the shock. It was as if she had seen a ghost. Soon, Amy was done screaming, and she calmed herself down.

After Amy was done calming herself down, she felt nothing but rage. She was just angry. Angry about the fact that someone else was intruding on her quiet time, and even more angry that the girl who was in the locker room with her just randomly screamed out of nowhere. Amy simply wasn't prepared for it, and she felt embarrassed to have been screaming in front of this girl that she had never met before. Amy moved herself, so that she was now standing in plain sight. She was staring at the girl now, who seemed as if she was still shaken by what had just happened. The girl responded with a simple greeting, which infuriated Amy, causing her to explode at the girl.

"Hi?! How about you apologise for scaring the crap out of me!" She demanded. She sighed after she said this, closing her eyes, and taking a break to calm herself down. She didn't want to do anything irrational, and she didn't want to say anything that she might regret in the future, and so she decided to proceed with a calmer approach, asking the girl a simple question "Why are you in here?"

Amy folded her arms. She didn't look too pleased to see the girl who was standing in front of her, but that didn't stop her from questioning her. She was still curious as to why she was in her locker room. She sighed again, just one last time to make sure she wasn't as angry as she was before. She was staring directly at the girl in her locker room, waiting for an answer from her.

Welp! Things had taken quite the turn!

Rightfully annoyed at the pinkettes rather silly actions, with her mistaking the locker room for her own evidently not even at the top of the bill as it were, Honoka now not only found her cheeks going red, but her hands brought sheepishly together, against her tummy!

"S-s-s-sorry!" She'd whine, eyes anywhere but Amy's own, Honoka shuffled back as if the lockers themselves would provide protection from such a harsh tone. Again, she'd been told of women who would be rough outside the ring in order to get ahead, but this treatment was something she had inadvertently brought on herself! With her lip quivering, all without Amy even physically threatening her.

"Wrong...Wrong locker room..." She tried to whisper with an honest tone, preying that Amy would deem her excuse to be valid. If that didn't make the matters worse, Honoka would go for broke somewhat, as she tried to make sense of her error whilst at the same time possibly making herself look even more of an idiot.

"They...all look alike...don'tcha think...?"

Amy watched the girl. She watched her body language. She watched her back herself into a corner, as she told Amy sorry. Amy looked at her. The girl didn't look back. She was actively trying to avoid her gaze. She clearly felt guilty for what she did, even though she didn't do much. All she did was appear in Amy's locker room, something Amy wasn't expecting, as well as giving her a jumpscare. Amy looked at her, now with less fury in her eyes.

Amy was rather hot headed, and would usually explode at people before thinking about it. But looking at the girls reaction to it... Amy felt as if she was coming across as a bully to the girl. That really bothered her. Coming across as a bully just didn't fell right. She has never bullied anyone, and has always looked down upon it. She'd hate for anyone to see her as a bully. She now stopped looking at the girl, but instead looked at the bench down in front of her. She felt guilty about it all. She didn't mean to upset her, but it it happened anyway.

The girl then whispered, but Amy was able to barely hear it. Due to the low volume at which the girl spoke, it took Amy a while to piece what the girl said together. "Wrong locker room.." Amy thought to her self. "That's it!" She thought. She came to a revelation, and now understood who the girl was. She was Honoka, the girl that Amy would be facing in her next match. Amy wasn't quite sure on how she didn't realise this sooner, but that didn't matter. She looked at Honoka briefly, eyeing her up and down, before looking away again. Her clothing didn't look so comfortable to wrestle in, and there wasn't much time for them to get dressed. Sending her to her locker room wouldn't feel right.

Honoka soon made a comment about the locker rooms, saying that they looked the same. Amy chuckled to herself lightly. "Yeah, I guess they do." She replied, still with a faint smile on her face. After replying, she began to extend her arms up into the air, locking her fingers together, so she could stretch her arms, whilst closing her eyes, and tensing her face for the dramatic effect. She exhaled, and stopped stretching, letting her arms fall beside her. She looked towards Honoka again. "Well Honoka, you should change in here if you want to get dressed in time for the match." She said, and smiled at her.

Amy then proceeded to walk over to her locker, opening it to reveal her normal outfit, a white shirt, and a bag which has some of her valuables inside. She was about to get dressed, and she was inviting Honoka to join her, that is if she wanted to get dressed in time for her match.

Phew! Close one!

Her body slacking up greatly as Amy muttered not only words of relative kindness, but with a kind tone, Honoka brought her palm up to wipe something of an imaginary bead of sweat from her brow. She'd never had a pre-match brawl, nor any form of fight outside the ring itself, save for a playful variety. She'd rather not start now. Although, a part of her pessimistic side began to believe Amy might of still intended to, especially given the girl began to stretch up for one!

"Sure!" Honoka roared, a bit too loud as her relief and joy over the apparent altercation ending before it started, before her hand came behind her back for a nervous scratch. "I'mma...I'mma do it round the corner...ya know...privacy..." Muttering her last word with something of a whisper, preying her small foe could related, Honoka slowly back-stepped before taking her property in hand. With yet another smile, albeit an increasingly awkward one, Honoka would aim to see herself around the corner.

From there, it was a simple case of unhooking her shoulder straps, and tending to the rest of the outfit. In quick fashion, mind, given she had already found herself short on time!

Amy retrieved her outfit from her locker. She looked at it a little. It was clean. It had it's normal blue colour: a navy blue at the front, a lighter blue at the sides, and an even lighter blue, helping blend the colours together. She loved the outfit, and so she never needed another one. The colours complemented each other well. She continued to stare at it, until Honoka spoke up. She turned to face her. She simply stated that she was going to dress around the corner. "Suit yourself." Amy replied nonchalantly. Amy didn't see the problem with them dressing together. They were both women, after all. She turned back around, getting ready to dress into her attire.

Amy took off her shirt. She let out a satisfied sigh. She released her torso from it's prison. She took in the moment for a while, closing her eyes. She felt calm; impossibly calm. Almost as if she was meditating, but she was just standing with her shirt off. She loved taking off her shirt. It was an unhealthy addiction. She does it a lot at home, and she loves it. That's not to say that she disliked wearing clothes; she just had an unhealthy addiction. She soon opened her eyes again, and looked down at her body. She was wearing a pink bra, jeans, and a pair of trainers. She was underweight. You could almost see her ribcage trying to break free from her body. If she were to keep her current eating habbits, it just might.

She then proceeded to bend down, and remove her shoes, undoing the laces first. The laces weren't on tightly. Amy hated tight knots on things that didn't need tight knots. Her shoes would never fall off if she tied her laces loosely, and it's easier to remove her shoes that way. She then went on to remove her jeans. Most of her body was exposed now. She went on to retrieve her clothes, stepping into her one piece clothing one leg at a time. She then put her arms and head through the top half of the clothing, similarly to how she'd put on a shirt. She adjusted it slightly. It fit her tightly. It wasn't too tight, and it wasn't too loose. It never got in the way of her dives, she never felt too hot whilst wearing it. It was perfect. All that was left were her socks and her shoes.

After she was finished, she let out a satisfied sigh. She was fully dressed, and she was ready for her match. She carelessly put her outdoor clothes into her locker. She just chucked them in there, with no care in the world for them. She chucked it in there as if it were garbage. She wasn't a very organised human being. She just never found the need to have everything arranged perfectly, or systematically. She then closed her locker again, and locked it. She sighed once more, with her hand still on the locker, and looking down at the floor a little.

With a pair of steel lockers between her and the figure she was due to fight, Honoka could undress in peace. Her straps came off first, sliding the overalls she took such joy in having despite fitting well with none of her outfits down her legs, until she plodded her rear down. Now in but panties and her top, Honoka tended to her shoes, letting loose a playful squeal as she forced them from her tiny feet, kicking them across the floor before quickly collecting them. Briefly looking left to right, not out of fear specifically for Amy having perhaps a quick oogle, but for peeping toms in general, Honoka would pull her yellow jumper up and over her head, leaving her in nought but black underwear.

Again out of nervousness looking back and forth, obviously by now used to changing entirely with privacy, Honoka would quickly take the padded underwear set from within her gym back. The clothes themselves weren't so much different than the underwear she was wearing now, save for the fact that they were thicker, and certainly wouldn't slip or come free. Clipping on her bra first, a playful jiggle of her massive chest would see the top half of her attire fixed, before she rose, slipping one foot at a time between her thick bottom half of the attire. A belt soon followed, as did her somewhat hole-filled tights and black boots. Checking herself over one last time in the nearest mirror, assuring that nothing was on show (or more, what was on show was what she was used to), Honoka would flick her jacket over her back, sliding the arms in one at a time. Just as she did, she heard a curious knock, then call from outside.

"Ms. Howard, it's time for your entrance. Ms. Kobayashi must be running late, as we cannot seem to find her.."

Amy listens, as someone calls out to her. She looked backwards slightly, in the direction of where the noise was coming from. They seem to have been looking for Honoka, despite her being in the same locker room as her. They didn't know that though. They probably still thought Honoka was in the same locker room that was assigned to her from before. They were probably searching for a while, in fact, they probably searched the whole locker room. "Well, it looks like I'm up" Amy said, and she got up. She did a bit of light stretching, stretching some of her major joints quickly, just to avoid pissing off whoever was calling out to her.

She would lock her locker, leaving everything inside, then attempt to open it, just to make sure that it was locked. She'd close her eyes for a little bit, and take a deep breath. She was conditioning herself for her upcoming match. Her opponent, from what she had seen, looked to be a little... odd. Well, that's the nicest way that she could put it. She decided to head out. She walked down the locker room, walking over to where Honoka was getting dressed first, just to wish her good luck on the match that was coming up. She looked at her. She had finished dressing up. She was greeted with a sight that caught her off guard.

Honoka was... barely clothed. She had most of her body exposed. For someone that was embarrassed about Amy seeing her get dressed, she really loved flaunting her body. Amy would lean towards her opponent and eye her, looking up and down her body. She had her index finger and her thumb on her jaw, almost looking like the thinking emoji. She was analysing her outfit, completely ignoring any sense of privacy, or any sense of self respect. She didn't touch her, but she scanned her body, as if she had lost something, and rapidly searched the same area multiple times to find it.

Her outfit was... interesting. She barely had any part of her body covered. It was all available for Amy to see. Not to mention the fact that she had an inhumanly large bust. She was wearing what Amy thought to be a biker outfit. She didn't know why Honoka had skulls over her outfit. It was just the first thing that popped into her head that made sense. "Nice outfit." She said, in an almost too stoic manner, considering that she had probably just made Honoka feel uncomfortable considering how close she was to her body, and how long she spent looking at her. She then proceeded to look at Honoka's chest. "It'll uhh, it'll win you a lot of boys." She looked at Honoka in the eyes again. Honoka looked rather embarrassed from this. Amy of course, didn't understand why. Whilst Amy was so busy eyeing her opponent's outfit, the person outside of the room was starting to get restless.

Banging was heard at the door again, which made Amy flinch. "Amy, are you in there?" A voice cried out, sounding a little more urgent. "Wait, I'll be out soon" Amy replied, as she turned towards the door, then back to Honoka. She placed a hand on her shoulder, and spoke to her. "Good luck out there tonight" And after saying that, she began to head out of the locker room. "You should probably tell them that you're in here" She said, becoming less audible to Honoka as she got further, and further away from her.