L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Randee Reagan could feel herself doing it.

She bit her lip and forcefully lifted her eyes away from her phone. While she may try to convince herself that reading long twitter chains between other LAW wrestlers amounted to interesting research and a fine use of her time, she realized her own naughtiness in sitting reading rather than getting on with her workout. There's a reason you store this thing in your locker, Randee. You're an addict. she reminded herself, and ignoring the desire to check the comments on the picture she had posted earlier in the morning, she stepped to her locker and dropped the phone in on top of her clothes before shutting and locking the door. There, now she could concentrate for two hours on not being an in-ring blob.

Already five minutes late, Randee darted down the hallway in a rush, picking a fuzz or two off of her (self-tailored) red sports bra and briefs. She may have spent the time to check that her lipstick was the right match in a mirror too before everyone in the gym had a look at her. She might be working hard and sweating, but her reputation couldn't allow her to look sloppy.

She rounded a corner in her rush and smacked squarely, and chest-first, into another figure about her height. "Oop!" Randee rebounded enough from the collision that she knocked a shoulder on the wall. "Shoot, sorry, in a hurry."

When the initial surprise wore off and Randee focused on the figure, no figures, in front of her, she was greeted with three pretty, uh, busty women looking back at her, like she found her long lost sisters whom the heavens blessed with one more cup size than they needed.

Oh, she was staring and blinking. "Yes, again, sorry!"

"Disgusting. Hideous. Vile."

Mizaki Tantka wasn't holding back her thoughts on what she saw, as fellow stablemates Anna Harris and Bea Thompson gave a willing ear. With her phone out amidst all three of them, Mizaki was scanning through many a profile in LAW in hopes of finding someone of note. Either to face, or even possibly...

Recruit.

Uninterested to say the least at the vast majority of offerings before her (hardly a surprise given Mizaki's supreme ego) Mizaki aptly pulled her phone back into her pocket before raising a hand. Slapping it down on Anna's shoulder before firmly rubbing it, the airheaded greenette turned with anundant-wonder in her eye, even as Mizaki refused to cut back.

"Don't worry Anna. If we can't find someone you can beat, we can always just do more tag, yeh?" Nodding along with her own words which encouraged Anna to do the same, the fact that Anna was only slightly doing worse than Mizaki herself as a whole went over the blue haired egotists mind. All the whilst the newest member to their trio merely hummed along, as if she were a modest cheerleader to Mizaki's rants and ravings.

"Right, how about som-HEY!" Turning as if to lead the trio once more, Mizaki was abruptly forced to play the part of landing pad thanks to the speedy pacings of a face unfamiliar. Stumbling roughly on her feet, Mizaki was only saved from falling to her rear by a quick catch from Anna and Bea, whom propped their de-facto leader back up like a scarecrow.

"Are you BLIND or just STUPID..!" Near-screamed the evidently unimpressed Mizaki, whom placed her fists to her hips whilst trying to extrude a strong pose. All the whilst Bea and Anna looked on!

Mmm, yep, she regretted this mistake already. Not only did Randee knock the other busty woman so far that her friends had to catch her, but the woman also appeared to be a powderkeg.

As the one with blue hair blew her lid loudly enough that everyone in the hallways could hear it, Randee started by wearing a grimace, understanding completely that she was in the wrong, but she did not care for having a stranger call her stupid. More disdain than consternation crossed her face while she scanned the one in front from head to toe. The dreaded oh-no-she-didn't hand lifted at Mizaki's face. She would not be taking that level of abuse.

"Hey, that's too far! I know I was at fault here, but that doesn't make me stupid. I said I'm sorry."

It occurred to her that she should not escalate this situation too far since it looked to her like all these women were definitely together, but she couldn't help but stand up for herself a little. The hand did drop once she said her part, however, and her face softened. She held no desire for this to turn into any early 2000s schoolgirl comedies.

Anna and Bea knew for a fact it was an accident - they had seen this busty beauty approach with her head in the clouds. She could hardly be blamed, even more so when it was Mizaki who had turned into her.

Not that the leader of the trio admitted it. Though oddly enough, she'd calm down if a little, as she laid her gaze to the girls frame.

"Hmm...And what are you suppose to be...?" Adopting a cooler if quite smug tone as she slightly stepped forward, Mizaki didn't hide the fact she was looking this beauty up and down many a time, as if taking in every detail on her. All the whilst making note of her general physique.

Or rather, the fact that it fit in rather well with the trio stood before her!

"And who...For that matter..."

Randee figured this face-off with three women who almost certainly wrestled here could go two stark ways, depending on their reaction to her clap-back. West Coast Wonders taught her well. They would huff at her, she could huff at them, and they would go their separate ways with some tension. Or they would throw her against a wall. And there was not much she could do against three in the second scenario. Randee tried not to let them notice that she nervously flexed her hands while she weighed how she could possibly defend herself.

But she did not expect option three, being sized up like a piece of meat.

When the bluenette's countenance changed, Randee relaxed, only to tense up again when she moved in closer and blatantly stared Randee's body from head to toe. For an uncomfortably long time. And what had she asked? What Randee was? "Uh..what does that.."

The follow-up question made more sense. The blonde wondered if there couldn't be some simple explanation, and she rubbed at her neck. "I'm Randee? Reagan. I have a pretty big instagram, if you think you recognize me." She added a grin and chuckled, seeing an out from any bad blood. "I get it, you know, the whole 'why is a model here' thing."

Bea could read the room, and she knew the same as Randee. Only she wouldn't be the one instigating. Nor would Anna, whom looked at this now named figure akin to a lost child looking for her parents.

Nay, it was Mizaki who would be deciding what to do with this 'model.' And if her reaction to the initial collision was anything to go off, things likely wouldn't end well for Randee. Nor would the next words out of her mouth have inspired confidence in the figure before the trio. At least at first.

"Not at all." Huffed Mizaki, smiling smugly as she turned to Bea, who gave the same grin back. "Ohhhh Instagram. I didn't realise you were twelve..."

A painful laugh made at her own joke was again followed up by Bea, who giggled as much as she could to her ringleaders jest.

"I'm jooooooking..." Mizaki soon quipped, with a roll of her eyes that told Randee she was doing anything but. "A model? Well. I myself have done some things on the side, as has Bea. Even you modelled once or twice before right Anna?"

Mizaki's sly attempts at undermining Randee's profession was hardly hidden by the bluenette, with her tag partners nodding when cued in. "But what does bring you to the world of wrestling?"

"Has the work dried up?"

California high schools taught a girl a great deal about how to maneuver her way through a conversation with those who wanted to dress her down in front of her friends. Randee found herself calling on those teachings, surprisingly to her, six years after graduation. Her eyes flattened to a point that the trio may have no longer seen their blue tint, and the danger of talking down to the posse of women didn't occur to her.

She waited patiently with a fake smile. That niggling thought at the back of her mind that she should ignore them and walk away was not heeded. No no, now she had a gameplan. "Yeah, well, we don't all have the patience to stay alone on MySpace with Tom I guess." she said, a chuckle behind her words.

Before she answered Mizaki's last couple of questions, she looked between the three of them as if thinking on something but eventually shook her head. "No, no, nothing like that. It was really mostly the opposite? I had a promotion, ah, begging I guess is the word I would use.. Begging me to join full time after my first match. You know, because I had so many followers filling the arena. And LAW was quick to get a contract in front of me." Those points Randee did not often bring up around wrestlers (or really anyone). But now seemed the time to mention it.

She looked over them again, the inquisitive look returning. "Strange that you bring that up. Do any of you have problems with, like, drying up? I bet my mom knows some solutions if you need 'em."

For a second even Randee herself was surprised she was pushing it.

Whatever Brandee's response, be it laughing along or an offering of the harshest words she could think of, Anna's reaction was the same. She wasn't so much ignoring what was happening as misunderstanding. To her, given how Mizaki was treating Brandee, she merely believed the two were friends - and this a mere back and forth of humour between them.

Bea knew otherwise, as she looked to Mizaki with every word Brandee spoke. As if waiting for the trigger that set her off.

And damn if Brandee didn't come close to finding it.

Grinding her teeth though making sure to hide them behind a closed mouth smile, Mizaki's eyes tensed with every retort Brandee gave. Before at last, the busty figure seemed done.

"Wow...That's all suppppppppper interesting..." It was the only thing to Mizaki's mind in terms of offering a retort of her own, save for offering a fake laugh. "But in all honesty, you're obviously not worth knowing..." Mizaki would turn her head with a more genuine smile, as if to get confirmation from the onlooking figures to either shoulders.

"Otherwise I would know you." Stepping forward, the sheer scale of Brandee and Mizaki's own fronts made that it so that even standing far apart the two were in danger of coming into contact. And indeed they soon did, with Mizaki purposefully closing what distance there was left between them, to have her gigantic bust shove lightly into Brandee's own set, as something of a meagre form of intimidation.

"But I tell you what. That there, is Bea. She's brand new in LAW too..." Mizaki turned her head to nod it in the direction of her fellow bluenette, before locking a stern gaze on Brandee again. "Me and Anna are going to help her out. How about we throw you a bone too?"

With a little lean forward, Mizaki's bust was now outright weighing on Brandee's own, as the bluenettes tone turned a touch more serious.

"You'd do a lot better with us on your side..."

Randee need not feel any guilt about showing her ego.

She resisted the urge to shake her head. "Ah, and then I suppose you are.. who?" The question was genuine, and she hoped the answer ended up being that the bluenette was some manager, or talent agent, or executive, or someone else with head stuck up ass more often than not. The blonde could remember seeing a few pictures of one of the busty girls behind her, the other bluenette, posted online alongside some of her own in a collage of newly arrived talent. The bragadocious one, however, she had never seen.

The ringleader closed the distance, and stubbornness kept Randee from making any movement. But she strained to remained focused, to not look down, when she felt Mizaki's breasts press against hers. A few women had, ah, found their way into such close contact with Randee in pre-match staredowns and the like in her old promotion, but she could not claim that she was accustomed to feeling anyone's breasts against hers.

But she shook off the niggling discomfort. She glanced up at the one the leader indicated. Right, Bea. She didn't look like a woman who needed help, and Randee half wondered if she had not been intimidated into joining this posse by some hook or crook.

She looked back to Mizaki when the woman got even closer, mushing their cleavage. Keep the redness off your face, Randee.

Pride would have driven her to shut this offer down entirely. But she was curious, if not for her own benefit, than maybe to find out what got Bea to join. "Mmmhmm. And what sort of help do you two offer?"

It was the perfect moment to turn this encounter outright savage; had Mizaki desired.

"How dare you..." The words muttered out throughout Mizaki's inner monologue as Randee responded frankly, knowing neither her nor likely the two behind her. Though Randee could hardly be blamed, even if she had been active in LAW for centuries - given neither Mizaki or Anna had acquired any notable wins in all the time they had been here. And Bea, unknowingly the most skilled of the trio before Randee, had only just arrived.

"Oho..." Laughed Mizaki instead, opting to play Randee's words against her yet again. "Sorry, I forgot just how new you are...I'm Mizaki. Tantka..." She'd scoff, as if only just remembering her own surname. "Bea. Anna." Her head turning as she motioned to the women behind her, Mizaki would straighten up to resume her solid press against Randee's front.

At the rate she was going, Randee might have felt the urge to take a good breath given how much weight was being put upon her bust, ribs and lungs. Mizaki was a woman that could be described as "busty" in an already overly busty league.

"All sorts." Mizaki kept her answer brief, if suggestive. "Anything you need. You just have to remember who gave you the help..."

And there was the kicker.