Proving Ground

[Ironsoldier]

It was a perfectly normal sight on any given day, within the backstage area of a LAW arena. A wrestler, standing in the hallway before a camera, and cutting a promo.

"I know what the doubters are going to say..."

It was busy work, in one sense. Something the promotion might demand at any time, with a certain amount of advertisement based face time usually spelled out in a wrestlers contract. Nevertheless, for a woman scratching and clawing her way our if the proverbial gutter and back into the public eye, every opportunity was precious, and Jun Morishima aimed to knock this one clear put of the park.

"... they're going to take offense at my very presence. They'll point to my past, to my former career, and call me a fake."

She was a striking woman, statuesque with violet eyes and streaming violet hair of a slightly darker shade. She wore her ring gear for the promo, a deep blue leotard and red sasha that accented a body that was sleek and muscular without sacrificing any of curves. In truth, Jun was sporting a bit more curve these days then she did in her prime action star days, and while it annoyed her no one complained about the way she filled out a leotard.

"Those who doubt me won't be silenced by platitudes and proclamations, so I won't give any. LAW will be my proving ground, and I will earn my place here with the only currency that matters, victory over my opponents. Some of the fans may remember the name Jun Morishima, and to those who don't..."

It was easier for her. She had the poise down, the confidence of someone used to standing before a camera, familiar with the demands of production crews deadlines. She prided herself on nailing it on the first take. For dramatic effect, she leaned into the camera, brilliant eyes flashing with intensity.

"... you soon will."

The crew called cut and it was over, Jun relaxed, tension bleeding from her body, her lips pursed as she went over the promo in her mind. Something of a perfectionist, she was never really satisfied with her work. She glanced around briefly, hoping no other wrestlers caught the performance. She was hardly in the mood for the usual criticism.

[Devilish53]

In her honesty, despite only catching on mid-way through the new debuting stars promo, Karen Starring was somewhat impressed. There was arrogance with the newer class of wrestler, something she often went out of her way to punish them for, but this was something different. The woman had talent; both when asked to speak, and a way with the camera. It was obvious as to why, with even the rarely-T.V watching Karen having heard of the action star now but a few feet away from her.

But as with everyone, regardless of the fact Jun had left Karen uncharacteristically impressed, Karen believed a lesson must be taught.

That being, that this was her locker room.

And running your mouth whilst Karen Starring was able, despite the amazon doing much the same nigh enough every day, was what she considered a big no-no.

Waiting, biding her time like the oversized sociopath she was, Karen would take seat upon a nearby crew crate, in a hallway that whilst it wasn't a certainty this new figure would pass through, was highly likely.

And to her luck, she indeed would, encountering the raven haired amazon sat upon her perch the moment she turned the corner.

"Inspiring.." Karen would grin, the sarcasm dripping from each and every word as she spoke. "Inspirational. Motivating. Such shit! Wow!" Clap still extending, as her eyes locked fiercely with the now close former movie star.

[Ironsoldier]

Jun Morishima actually felt pretty good after the promo. It wasn't prefect by any means, but she'd hit her marks and gotten through it with smooth professionalism. Best of all, no one had come by to antagonize her.

And then she rounded the corner and learned just how very wrong she'd been...

She'd known of Karen Starring, both by reputation and her televised matches, the latter of which hadn't done the woman justice. She was even more impressive in person, even while perched on a crate, glaring daggers. Unfortunately the rumors of her caustic attitude hadn't been exaggerated.

Jun, for her part, offered a slight smile and a gracious bow. "Thank you, thank you. It's to be expected, though. I *am* classically trained." During the promo she projected, speaking forcefully and with purpose. Now, speaking normally, her tone was much softer, though no less intense, just a hint of a threatening edge. It was a strange balance, like a razor blade wrapped in silk.

"What about you? Did you train for years to perfect that sarcastic bitch routine, or did it just come naturally? I'd guess you're a natural. That sort of petty spitefulness comes from the heart."She asked, violet eyes locking with Karen's, her arms crossed beneath her breasts.

[Devilish53]

Karen didn't know what to think.

When she was told there'd be a former-movie star joining the ranks of heavyweight wrestlers, she expected a fragile doll dressed to the nines, that would do well in front of a camera so long as someone wasn't trying to drive her into the mat. And whilst Jun certainly did have the pristine beauty of a doll, her fragility appeared to be non-existent.

"Oh, oh!" Happily caught off-guard by yet another woman who in Karen's eyes, fought back verbally when it would have been wiser to keep their mouth shut, the raven haired amazon hopped with somewhat joy from her perch, not at all showing fear in closing the space between herself and the beauty.

"Practice a few of those in the shower did ya? Sarcastic bitch ho-ho-ho petty spitefulness he-he-he..." Stepping a little closer to Jun, Karen showed no issue with stepping to the point where her own thick bosom was close to touching the violets own.

"I like chicks like you. They don't have many lines when I'm stepping on their fucking heads though..."

[Ironsoldier]

Jun pursed her lips, eyes never wavering as she held the amazons gaze, Karen's open mockery burning in her ears. It might have been smarter to keep walking and keep her mouth shut. It certainly would have been safer, and yet Jun simply couldn't let the insults stand.

Part of the reason was exactly what she spoke of in her promo. She had alot to prove in this business, and she'd never accomplish that by running from every bully who threatened her. Not to mention, if she backed off now Karen and girls like her might see her as prey, rather then a competitor worthy of respect.

The other part? Jun Morishima wasn't without her own arrogant streak. This wouldn't be the first time her pride had gotten her in trouble.

"Practice? Yes, actually. Everything sounds better in the shower." Her soft voice took on a tone as dry as the Sahara desert. She made no move to step away as Karen closed the distance between them, Jun's own generous bust so very close to brushing the raven haired bully.

"I know what this is about now. I get it, and believe me I would give you my lunch money, really I would. Problem is, this outfit doesn't have any pockets."

[Devilish53]

Safer in principle. But with a figure such as Karen's, it was always wise to keep her in direct view. And not only because of her stature; as many who had experienced the wrath of the busty amazonian beginning with a surprise chop to the back of the head could account for.

But to her annoyance, the figure before her did not move. Nor did her voice lose any confidence. Instead, it seemed to gain some.

'Great.'

'Another figure who didn't know her fucking place.'

"Alright. Listen. I'll cut you some slack. You're straight off the movie set, fresh out the dressing room, I get it. You want to act confident, see where it gets you." Her voice a little calm at first, oddly enough, it soon began to change, as Karen showed no issue with physical contact with the beauty, as her great bosom now pressed right into Jun's own, with Karen's own fierce grin now coming an inch too close into Jun's personal.

"But word of advice. This isn't Hollywood anymore. You're in the fucking lions den now. And well..." Hand coming up, it would firmly grasp the right shoulder of the busty movie star, as Karen seemingly tested both the tone of the figure and how easily her confidence could be shook, if at all.

"...You're looking at the head of the fucking pride..."

[Ironsoldier]

This was getting out of hand. Not that Jun's own sharp comments had done much to defuse the situation, she was never very good at backing down to bullies, but this had the potential to get violent very quickly.

She stiffened as Karen stepped into her, going bust to bust, the amazons complete lack of respect rankling Jun further. She didn't flinch at the touch on her shoulder, and while she wasn't in her physical prime there was nothing weak about her athletic build, a good bit of muscle beneath the violet eyed beauties curves.

Ten years ago, Jun would have thrown down the gauntlet, maybe even thrown the first punch... but she was older now and she hoped, wiser. She wouldn't start something, but she wouldn't appear weak before this woman, either. Predators chased and attacked when you showed fear, when you ran, and she suspected Karen's reaction to precieved weakness wouldn't be dissimilar.

"You don't know the whole story, and I warn you against making assumptions. That said.. if you want to declare yourself the baddest bitch in the locker room, I won't argue. I'm not here to squabble over backstage nonsense. You want to be queen of the pride? You've got it. "

Then, perhaps surprisingly, Jun reached out to grab Karen's shoulder in turn with a firm grip all her own. This time, it was the former star who stepped up, pressing her substantial bosom into Karen's thick mounds and leaning in so their faces were that much closer. "Just stay out of my way. You're not the only one with teeth and claws. Don't test me, and you won't have to worry about being dethroned."

[Devilish53]

Experience came it seemed in different, yet still equally effective forms to both figures. Jun was new to wrestling, or at least to LAW specifically, but her age carried with it not only past endeavours with figures such as Karen, but quite possibly a fighting repertoire that could have rivalled any big name. Karen on the other hand was younger, or so she at least believed, but had been in encounters such as the one at hand countless times before. Such a fact made Karen all the more wild eyed-the fact she had proven, or so she thought, many a time before that in situations like this, she was always the winner.

A calm and control aura radiated from Jun.

The same could most certainly not be said for Karen.

Holding her figure as Jun leaned in to both deliver words of response and a press that made Karen's own curves mould around them somewhat, with bosoms rising from the stance, the light butting of heads was enough to tip Karen over the head.

"Alot of fucking words..." Hand gently patting the shoulder it clenched of the figure Karen already decided she hated, those wandering fingers would soon find themselves buried into the long locks of Jun, pulling with light, but likely still sharp force!

"...and you getting this close...you expecting a fucking kiss...or for me to just choke you on those fucking words right now?"

[Ironsoldier]

Jun hadn't been wrestling terribly long, in truth, but she was a fighter nonetheless, forged by life experience into an individual capable to taking to the wrestling business like a duck took to water. It wouldn't be an easy, or simple road, and her formerly glowing reputation in show business was now so tattered and torn that this might truly be her last chance at real success. She eyed Karen, marking the hatred in the younger woman's eyes. Jun didn't feel the same. She was annoyed, yes, even angry, but she didn't hate Karen Staring specifically. That was probably because she saw a bit of herself in those fierce blue eyes. Jun had eyes like that, once.

The former star steeled herself as Karen tangled fingers into her violet mane and tugged. It hurt, but Jun managed to bite down the worst of the flinch. She lifted her chin slightly to alleviate the sting, a gesture that only made her look more haughty and confident. Otherwise, she didn't back down an inch, maintaining the intense stand-off of bodies and wills.

"I wasn't aware a kiss was on the table. I'll think about it." She said in her usual soft calm,"As for what I expect? I expect you to do something foolish... and I expect you'll be disappointed by the result. Besides, if simply hurting me would satisfy you, you'd have done it."

As she spoke, Jun actually moved to take a step forward, pressing her weight fully into Karen's, as if attempting to force the amazon to take a step back, a challenging posture if there ever was one! "You want to see fear in my eyes first. You're waiting for me to acknowledge that you're the biggest, baddest bitch in the locker room... and I won't... and I'm not going to."

[Devilish53]

Jun's response earned something of mixed feelings from the raven haired figure. Would she have enjoyed simply cracking Jun's head open the moment she discovered a new heavyweight in the league? Absolutely. But there was greater pleasure to be had elsewhere, such as the complete and utter demolition of ones foe rather than a simple hit and run. If Karen enjoyed the latter more, she'd simply stalk the hallways with a baseball bat as opposed to actually wrestle.

But where as Jun had perhaps only issued such a challenge with her frame a handful of times, the pressing of ones figure against another was something Karen did near enough every single match. So when Jun pressed into her, you can imagine how little that staunch figure buckled. Now, firm abdomen would meet firm abdomen entirely, as each and every breath from either figure was discernible down to the ab muscle against the other. Their bosoms, already giant and mushroomed in their attire as is, were borderline crushing one another in a contest of sorts that earned no response from their owners.

Save for a grunt from the bob-haired figure. And soon enough, a response.

"I imagine so...few come in here and admit they'll fall easily..." Her first words sharp, Karen's next words would reduce to a whisper, as she pressed her face past Jun's own; cheek grinding against cheek, as lips came to ears.

"They all fall the same..."