L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Traveling on tour had its benefits. Danielle had been able to see the sights all around Japan, and to get a taste for the local high culture where she got to appreciate it. Truly, it was a beautiful country, one with a storied history of art, literature, learning, and philosophy. Just being in some of the ancient sites, Danielle truly felt that she was walking in the footsteps of emperors.

It also had its drawbacks. Namely, how she had to travel with how many other wrestlers at a moment's notice, many of whom she had no good feelings towards. Why would she have to share space with so many unwashed, inbred simpletons who knew more about suplexing things than they did about decency and taste? After all, she was above such rabble. And the fact that she had to do so even when she wasn't booked for any matches? All hands on deck and all that, yes. But Danielle's hands shouldn't count, she argued! She was rich, she was beautiful and famous, she was practically royalty! She should have people to do that for her!

But whatever the case was, sharing space with the roster also meant that she had to share the facilities. And that, perhaps, may just have been her least favorite part of the ordeal. In her modeling days, Danielle was used to having a full studio to prepare herself in, cleaned exactly to her liking, with people waiting on her, and most importantly, with the proper peace and quiet she warranted. And now, if she had to fix her hair, she had to do so in the same disgusting, dingy bathrooms at the back of an arena somewhere that God only knew how many degenerates had been shooting themselves up with drugs in before. Just stepping on the floor was enough to make Danielle shiver. Nevertheless, she had caught the locker room at a quiet enough time, so she availed herself of the opportunity to prepare herself, standing before the mirror as she combed her hair before going to make sure her makeup was in order. She might as well go see the sights after the show, and she was going to need to look her best for it.

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“Oh, how does one get this on...” the quiet voice of the troubled anna would composing as she fumbled about in the recently vacated lockers, the new uniform having just gotten too her from the higher-uppers at law, the inexperienced doctor was having exetreme difficulty putting the one-piece on, having had no practice before with such clothes, but with an insane difficulty, and the extreme limitation of the far too small mirror in her open locker she managed to slip into the tight costume with a tight slap of fabric hitting her supple flesh. “Ah! Finally...”


“A bit... skimpy” she’d embarassingly muse with a blush, the normally nurse uniform clad woman would look upon her reflection with a blush, shifting uncomfortably within the modest suit, even one that offered as much coverage as it still was very unfamiliar to her, normally fully clothed and professional, such a outfit was a new feeling for her. “How do I get in this...? she’d ask too no one in particular, she never bought the friendly little entanglement with one of the newer wrestlers here would land her into such a place, she never in her life thought she’d be a actual wrestler, but seemed she impressive the right... or wrong people.

With a final one over,l of her self, shifting a bit due to the tight constraints not the suit had on her bodies curves, she’d decide to try walking about in its clutches, trying to at least get a feel for the thing before she actually had to do anything in it, she was too far into it too stop, so closing her mirror, she’d close her eyes for a second to calm her embarrassment, thanking she thought she found the locker at a lonesome time, before she’d turn around and try to walk about the lockers.

Heading down the locker rooms expanse, Anna would come across another person who seemed to have just entered the lockers, though she couldn’t see her face, as she quickly turned her head too a nearby mirror, seeming to do a run over of her face. “Eep!” The startled nerd would yelp in surprise, not expecting to see another person here, but for the most part remained where she was, her mind running miles a minute at how this person would react too seeing a staff like her dressed like this, she couldn’t tell who it was at the moment, but her shock held her in place.

Danielle had thought herself lucky enough to have the locker room mostly to herself. She hated having to share it with others, especially when those others were the sort of idiotic louts that this league had all too many of. Which, in Danielle's mind, more or less amounted to anyone other than her - but her standards were high ones. Particularly when those same louts were dripping with sweat from a match they had returned from. Even getting it on her at times! It was a truly disgusting experience, and one that no amount of showering at the hotel room could get rid of. But this time, at least, things were better for her.

That was, until Danielle saw that she wasn't alone after all, as she noticed a presence nearby. Stopping for a brief moment, the Frenchwoman looked back at the mirror, watching the reflection of the girl approaching. There was something familiar about her, but she was pretty sure that she hadn't seen her before. But then, it dawned on her.

"Excusez-moi?" Dani said, starting to turn back towards Anna. "You're the nurse I've seen around, aren't you?" Seeing how she was dressed was enough to make her turn up the corner of her lip, stifling a chuckle. "And it looks like you're trying to play dress-up, being like a real wrestler. What's the matter? Jealous?"

Seemed Anna’s question as to whom she had ran into was none other then ms Danielle herself, a rather infamous wrestler in the ranks of the girls here, earning a rather sour reputation; even known by the nurse herself, . Anna held no liking for this girl from what she had heard, seeming to get on top from her looks rather then skill, and Ann could believe it. But she didn’t want to acquire the wrath of the diva, so with a nervous gulp Anna would try to meet her gaze as best she could.

“ um... hi ms Danielle.” She’d say softly, an instinctual greeting from her normally polite self. Trying to be as neutral as possible in front of the woman, her brain going over the best course of action to currently avoid any outburst from ether party.

But upon hearing her comments, Anna would get a bit Loren if a blush, and withdraw slightly while barely trying to cover herself, “ um... yeah that’s me” she’d confirm danellie inquiry, but her heart would race faster at the snide comments made by the woman, but she choose to keep her cool, “actually, ...” she’d begin, showing off her uniform slightly by sticking her arms out before taking a pause to look at herself. “Law seemed to want me to be a wrestler now too...” she’d simply state, still not believing it herself.

Though at the comments of playing dress up, anna would have her patience testted slightly, her overzealous mind and lack of social awareness coming out minorly, unintentionally letting out her thoughts in a very quiet whisper she hoped was too herself,you’re one to talk about being real...

Danielle chuckled a little, grinning a contented grin. It seemed as though Anna recognized her, even if the contact they had shared previously was only brief and fleeting. The thought of having such notoriety pleased her; even if it may not have been the most positive, Danielle had to remember one of the lessons her mother had taught her: there's no such thing as bad publicity.

She turned to regard the nurse, who she saw now was beginning to shrink back on being confronted by her - and this pleased her even more. The thought that she could strike fear into the hearts of lesser women, and leave them regretting the error of their ways in even daring to think they were on the same level? Yes, Dani knew it would happen, and now her dreams were becoming a sweet reality. She knew she was right. She wanted to savor in this moment forever. But unfortunately, it wasn't to last, as she would soon find out Anna's real reason for being here.

"Pardon!?" she scoffed, her eyebrows narrowing into a glare. "They wanted YOU to be a wrestler? Bah, don't make me laugh!" She leaned in closer, wanting to lock eyes with Anna in the hopes of convincing her to back down. "Why would anyone want to see such common gutter trash in the ring? You? You'd get broken like a stick in an instant." Placing her hands on her hips, a devious grin crossed her face. "Not that that'd happen, though. You've got enough insulation on you, after all."

She was enjoying taunting the girl, but everything changed as soon as she heard her whisper. She didn't know what she said, but she knew it was bad. And about her. Needless to say, Danielle wasn't about to tolerate such things, as her grin suddenly turned to a snarl. She would be quick to cut her foe off, raising her voice to her. "WHAT WAS THAT!?" she shouted.

Anna was conflicted, her polite demeanour yelled at her to keep calm and respectful, but on the flip side her nature of putting merit of superfluidity was knowing at her brain like a dog. Upon hearing Danielle's rather, insulting comments upon her, Anna would sink a bit into herself, her temper rising slightly but not uncontrollably at the woman before her, her agitation wiping away most of her unease. The side comment about her body got her to feel a sting in her feelings, she wasn't that bad...

"Um... I'm sorry to disprove you, but... Turning around and exposing a tag upon the outfit, the LAW tittle in bold writing across it, followed by her name to confirm its owner, affirming her status as a wrestler. "I am a wrestler..." She'd conclude. Trying to affirm to the worn and herself of this fact.

Anna would feel her anger rising more upon hearing the very ruthless comments about herself from the ranting woman, the more persoanl attacks taking a bigger toll on her patience, her impassive face turned into a slight glare as the woman continued. Anna would speak up if it wasn't for the sudden shout from the woman, seeming to have heard her whispering. But rather then be fazed by the out burst, she decided to throw shade back. "I um... Said you don't seem like one too talk about being a real wrestler..." She'd repeat, with slight venom. She'd then shoot a implying glance to her curves, looking at the woman's bosom for a second "or having 'real things"

Anna decided she may not get her wish of being impassive, she'd defend herself to the end for this. "I'm not sure if you saw what happened earlier in the gym... right...?" She'd say, trying to get the heat off her slightly

Her anger at being shown up by Anna was bad enough, as her hand coiled into a fist by her side. The girl was trembling in her mere presence, tripping over her words and shrinking away from Dani. And yet, she had actually stood up to her. Despite the fear that Anna had shown, Danielle had been whipped into a rage, a rage she could hardly contain. She wouldn't dare be shown up by anyone, and especially not a hopeless nerd who probably didn't even know how to wrestle.

And then, the moment of truth came - Danielle watched as Anna turned around, displaying the tag on the back of her suit. Making it quite clear that she was, in fact, officially joining the LAW roster. For a moment the redhead's mouth hung open, her eyes wide, as she took in this fact. At first she didn't even want to believe it. The mere existence of anyone like Anna claiming to be a wrestler was ridiculous, but to think of anyone actually booking her? Who would ever want a dorky, awkward landwhale in the ring? All she would be doing was embarrassing herself! In that moment, Danielle was furious. To think that she was even working for a company so foolish? That was a humiliation she couldn't abide by.

When Anna opened her mouth again, for a few seconds, Danielle fell silent. Now she had raised her voice. And now, Danielle could hear everything. Not only was Anna's interjection an intolerable challenge to everything she stood for, it was also calling into question Danielle's very career choices. And that was something she could not abide by. "Now, listen, you-!" she spat in her direction, jabbing a finger at her. "You have no business calling yourself a wrestler! You don't know a THING about what it means, or how to even approach your career. As soon as you get in that ring, you'll be sorry. You had better watch who you call a real wrestler, because they just might see fit to prove it to you!"

The comment about her "having real things," too. She was less than pleased by that. "Do you even know who I am? I'm only one of the most esteemed models in France, and I have it all - wealth, fame, the looks. I'm high society, and what are you? Too busy sticking your nose in books. I can only assume they were the only friends you could get because they never told you how ugly you were." She crossed her arms, turning away from Anna for a brief moment in smug dissidence. But it wasn't long before Anna would bring the conversation back. Her attention caught, Danielle started to look back over her shoulder, keeping her arms crossed. "Hrm?" she said. "No...do tell me, though. What did happen in the gym?"

Anna would feel her blood begin too boil with each passing word from the spoiled girl in front of her, trying her hardest to maintain her cool and not do anything she'd regret... Yet. So sealing her lips, she'd endure the verbal barrage, despite her brain running miles a minute with plenty of facts that would destroy Danielle's many accusations and insults. The icing on the cake being the comment on her career, hitting a very sore spot in her mind as she recalled her unfortunate situation she had months prior. But she held fast nonetheless.

She only chose to respond once the woman had taken her bait, while at first she was going to use it as a means to explain how she did have s chance, now she figured she'd let this woman have it, Anna was nice, but she was not one to take kindly to such disrespect. "Ah, I should've known you wouldn't have known, most likely sucking up to a manager. But no worries, I'll tell you."

She'd clear her throat, sphere lacking in class and tact with her words going in full circle, while not meaning to say that insult, she meant every word. But she decided to refrain from apologizing and continue her recount of the gym. "A little bet between myself and some co-workers, and even some wrestlers had seen fit to have some if the staff face off against some wrestlers." She'd shuffle slightly with a sense of slight pride for what she was thinking. "And according too them, I was the best out of all of them." She'd state impassively. Simply recounting facts.

But this feeling of pride spurred her on, her fear washed away by anger, and now her doubt washed away by pride, Anna decided she was no longer going too be nice. "And... for the record... Do you know what wrestling means? From what I hear from everyone else, you seem to be as far from a true wrestler as one could get..." She'd recall various different staff members and wrestlers who had come too her recounting tales of this woman too her, telling her of the many very cruel and dirty things she'd do in and out if the ring. Anna had a very bad history with girls like this, and she decided she'd say what everyone had on there minds. "The only thing you could prove... Is how far one can get without any skill..." She'd snark.

She'd remember the list of the many supposed pluses the snob had said she had going for her, and not really believing a word she said. "High society...? More like high maintenance..." She'd approach the woman a bit more, her nose complaining about the many different perfumes this woman may as well bathed in. "The only thing people agree you are good at is kissing up too people higher then you to get further." She'd tilt her head, her expression seeming like she was thinking, "in fact I don't think anyone has said they thought you were skilled, and your pretty face..." She'd trail off, her eyes refocusing on the woman, before she'd return to her robotic look, "wouldn't be much use if it's up your rear all the time". She'd try her best to insult, but she knew that she was probably telling the truth.

Even if she had given the floor over to Anna, Danielle still couldn't stop herself from interjecting at the nurse's accusations. "What!?" she said with a glare at the mention of her sucking up to the managers. Inconceivable! Danielle got to where she was through her own natural talent and giftedness, of course! She was offended by the very notion Anna would think it was anything else. Still, sneering at the nurse-turned-wrestler, Danielle listened to what she had to say, her eyes narrowed. Seeing that Anna was taking her time in explaining things, Dani began to tap her foot impatiently. Obviously she was stalling for time out of spite! It seemed that there was nothing Anna could do that Danielle wouldn't log as reason to hate her even more.

"A bet, you say?" As soon as Danielle had heard the explanation, she burst out laughing. "So that's how it is, I should have known! So you're not here because you want to? Because you trained? Because you were good at it? You're only here as a joke, as your little game! Believe me, little girl, you don't know what you're getting yourself into. You're in for a lot of pain if you think you can treat wrestling as a mere diversion!" Even if Danielle had only taken to wrestling herself in order to broaden her own fame, and to teach a lesson to those beneath her, she had little tolerance for upstarts, and she would take any excuse she could think of to belittle Anna for it.

But the girl went on, and she was starting to wear thin on Danielle's nerves, the ex-model growing tense. She hissed at her through her teeth at the accusations. "Me? Without any skill? And I hate to imagine what you might be capable of...anyone would be dreadful compared to what I can do, of course, but for you it must be especially abysmal!"

Anna's very rare fury began to rear its ugly head, she was an intellectual in mind, and as the one for confrontations at heart, but this woman seemed to embody everything Anna despised in a person. Her trades and rants about Anna's character was hitting very sore spots in her, how could Danielle believe a word she as saying!? Does she not realize how much of a tool she is?

"Ms Danielle, would you be so kind to tell me a match where you didn't cheat in?" Anna would ask, controlling herself to the best of her ability, deciding to get closer to the woman, in a vain attempt to be Imposing due to there only slight difference in size. Her rational brain seemed to have taken a side trip before this unbearable woman. She figured she'd say what clearly had been on everyone's mind.

That second remark about her career and life choices, and first insult to her possible skill as a wrestler seemed to release all sense of restraint she had, she remembered the encouragement and happiness of her co workers at seeming her, the reclusive nerd, being so open and skilled at something like this, she thought she was ok, and she wanted to please the people behind her. "From observation, I think I am better..." She'd lean in closer, about a foot away now. "I aim to make others happy, and get through life through my work, you only care about yourself..." She'd trail off, while not one normally to insult so much, this woman deserved it in her mind.

"And only get through life by kissing up to other people's behinds..." She'd finish, every part of her simple stating carried huge diesels of truth, she knew it would rattle the woman, so it would be a happy and I tented side effect from her simply stating the obvious. She'd raise and eye brow and hold her ground before the woman, not intends tee in the slightest anymore. Though did wish she wasn't currently doing this in a odd clothing choice...