L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Eden walks down the hallway dressed in a pair of tight jean shorts and a black t-shirt that fit her body closely. She felt very excited, knowing she had a match later but it was too early for all that. She took a turn and headed down another hallway until reaching catering. The room was completely empty and Eden rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone in this company always show up right before their match." she mutters to herself. She turns around and walks back down the hallway.

BZZZ!!

Eden's phone goes off and without missing a beat she pulls it out of her pocket and looks down at it, not looking where she is going as she reaches the intersection from earlier.

Alois would just be cleaning up after that mess that was his match with Amity, his attire covered up with some shorts and a black sweater, using the sleeve to wipe his bloody nose. He was reeling after another win just slipped by his fingers! Angrily stomping his way through the hallway before taking a sharp turn toward the intersection and then...

WHAM!

Falling flat on his ass, sharply looking back up at his human wall, she was pretty tall. But no matter her size, Alois was miffed to care about how badly this was going to go in a few seconds.

"Watch where you're bloody going!"

Eden stumbles back a few steps after the collision, her phone launching out of her hands and crashing into the wall. There's a slightly stunned expression on her face before she's snapped back by an angry British voice yelling out at her.

She growls as she turns facing the person she had just ran into and looked down at the bloody nosed boy.

"Sorry," She replies as she reaches a hand down, a sickly sweet smile on her face, "It's difficult for me to see midgets."

"Well, I'll be sure to be more mindful around blind goth birds, such as yourself."

Alois responded with a wry smile, a bit reluctant about taking the Spider's hand. But soon gave in allowing himself to be pulled up by the heel, wiping himself off as he looked up and down at Eden.

"Cheers."

He said, thanking Eden. Before going back to tending to his still red nose

“Oh whatever,” Eden replies with a sigh as she goes over and picks up her luckily unbroken phone. She turns around and puts her hands on her hips. Her tone turns spiteful as she says, “Maybe you’d see where you going if you weren’t getting beat up every week.”

"Well, we can't all have pretty mugs such as yourself."

Alois scoffs at Eden's comment, watching as Eden turns her back to him, doing his usual lip purse while still dusting himself off, but he couldn't help himself to get back at her from that comment.


"At least I don't have to constantly wear mascara and act like I'm pretty all the time, I'm a wrestler, not a beauty pageant model who just comes to the ring for quick sex.

He jibbed to the girl before going his own way, or at least pretended to leave, deep down, he seemed to be interested in Eden, at least for the moment.

“Awww, how flattering,” Eden says smugly, “You think I’m pretty enough to be a model?” She giggles and reaches out grabbing the back of Alois’ sweater and turning him around. She leans down close to his face and says, “Tell me how you really feel about me?”

Usually when someone is flattered, it's common for them to be confused by the initial action, Eden took it a step further as she yanked Alois by the scruff of his jacket, turning him around and talking down to him as if he was a stray cat.

Alois's face turned deep red from blushing profusely about being so close to Eden and being carried like he weighed absolutely nothing. But it didn't stop him from making his usual snide remarks.

"Well for one, I think for the first few minutes of meeting you have been pretty bloody miserable. Just not as much as getting beat up every week. That answer it?"

Alois asked, raising a eyebrow to the goth girl who had had him hanging like a coat rack.

"High praise"

Eden replies smugly, seeing the aristocrats face turn into bright red, and roughly let's go of his collar pushing him down on his butt in the process. She giggles to herself as she pulls her phone out of her pocket. Quickly creating a new contact, she gets on a knee and hands him her phone.

"I noticed you blushing like an idiot and I'm feeling kind. I might text you if I need something."

Alois winced as he was dropped on his ass, watching Eden produce her phone from her phone, raising an eyebrow as she started to create a contact and got down on a knee to hand him the phone. The British Aristocrat soon stopped blushing and looked indignant.

"I'm not your bloody booty call. Thanks dear but I'm not going out with a trollop like you."

He huffed as he got back up, brushing off the backside of his shorts, a bit offended by being pitited by the taller woman.