L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Yasume can be seen entering the gym, wearing her gym outfit, which is just a pair of sport's bra and tight pants, both are fully black while she keep her mask on, she can be seen punching the sandbag as she continues to train herself, after few mins she would stop as she steps backward and grab her water bottle and proceed to lift her mask slightly and start to drink from it.

Next, she would start to do jumping jack as she watch at the mirror, she had always felt at ease when she is in Gym, ignoring everything and just train as if nothing else matter, of course, sometimes there are some LAW wrestler join her, but she would simply ignoring them.

After a few wins finally under her belt, Suzume knew she would have to get stronger if she wanted to do more than just barely win her matches. And so the lightweight was hitting the light weights. After throwing her green tracksuit to the side, Suzume was now lifting weights in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black sports bra. She was admittedly feeling quite good about herself these days, gaining enough confidence to at least try and show off a little bit. Or so she'd tell herself despite coming to the gym on the off hours.

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As she continued her workout routine, the brunette couldn't help but notice someone else entering the gym. And they were wearing...a mask? "Hmm?" She'd mumble, quickly glancing at Yasume a few times as they made their way to the sandbag. Each time she glanced to the side she'd perhaps not so subtly shift over a few inches until she was noticeably closer and closer to the other woman. Eventually she would forget to even lift her weights, just staring at Yasume's in what was unfortunately a fairly obvious manner. It seemed she couldn't keep her inner fangirl to herself.

Yasumi would look at the the person that is already there who seems to be interested in her, of course, she keep caught her staring before she would decide to stop and confront her as she fold her arms and walk toward the...Green tracksuit...orange hair...glasses...ya nerd, she walk toward the nerd as she walk toward her who are also slowly nudge closer before she would ask her "...What da hell do ya want, nerd?"

Of course, with her attitude and appearance alone, it's clear that she is a heel, but she doesn't the nerd cares or anything as she look down at her, wonder why she keep on staring at her as she doesn't even know her

Suzume practically jumped up in surprise. She had thought she was being a lot less obvious about staring than she clearly was. Yasumi's word's hit her like a brick. Nerd? Who was she calling a nerd? Suzume had just racked up some wins. Clearly she deserved respect. And so mustering up as much confidence as she could she'd reply. "Huh? Me? Not my name!. But yeah I was just...I mean that mask is super intricate. Just figured it took a real long time to make." She'd say, just barely keeping her voice from shaking.

Trying to maintain some semblance of cool, Suzume crossed her arms over her chest and would let out a little huff to blow a stray strand of hair from her face. "Plus, You don't see that type of stuff every day. It's hard NOT to notice...ya know?" She'd explain. Still she felt a bit guilty for staring. But hey, it wasn't entirely her fault. What could one expect when wearing something like that to the gym anyway?

"...Thanks, but you still look like a nerd" She simply said in a matter of fact voice as she heard the compliment and retort, she doesn't really care who she is or how many win or lose she got, as long as she can work out in peace, that's fine "Can you stop staring then? You already got a good look of my mask" She said as she respond to the girl "Plus, you can't really ignored it when you look like...that...green traacksuit, glasses, anyone can tell that you're neither a nerd...or bookworm...or both" The masked girl simply explain herself without a care of Suzume's feeling

Suzume would stomp her foot, letting out an annoyed huff. "I am NOT. I'm a fighter, just like I'm guessing you are. Aaaaand I've totally won my past two matches. So if anyone's a nerd her, it's the one wearing some super cool gundam mask or whatever just to go work out." She'd yell, her cheeks now puffed in a pout as her face flushed a light red. Suzume quickly shook her head, taking a moment to recompose herself. She'd let out a sigh before calming down. "Gawd...I was just gonna ask how ya deal with your field of vision in that thing." She'd grumble.

Soon enough Suzume was putting her weights back on the rack. "Pfff...whatever...bet she hecking needs the practice super bad if she's that cranky about it." She'd mumble as she bent down to get her tracksuit from the floor so she could toss it over her shoulders and go to another machine.

"..." She would remain in silent as she glaring at the girl as she walk away, of course, is she gonna let her talk down on her like that? Hell no, so she would quickly walk toward her from behind...and proceed to grab her by the hair and start dragging it, pulling on her hair violently and proceed to yeet her into the ring as she also slide into it

It's fairly clearly to Suzume that Yasume is challenging her to a match, that is, if she can ignoring the pain from the hair pulling as she walk toward her, without giving her a chance to breath, she would slam her foot into her face as she turn around and walk toward a corner and lean against it, watching the nerd and letting her pulling herself back up from the hair pull and the kick to the face

Suddenly Suzume felt a sharp pain! "Gaaah! What?!? Hey!?!?" She'd squeal, flailing her arms in front of her as Yasumi decided to grab onto her hair and start dragging her around. The poor lightweight stumbled around until she was unceremoniously tossed into a practice ring. "Nnngg!" She groaned, rolling onto her side before quickly pushing herself up to all fours. "What the h...guuugh!!!" She cried out as she was met with a swift kick aimed right to her face. Luckily she was able to get her hands up in time to block the blow or else she might have been left with some broken glasses. Instead Suzume was just left with a dull pain in her forehead where the back of her hands had smacked against when she tried to block.

"The hell was that?!?!" Suzume finally cried out once she had regained her senses. The last thing she was expecting today was to get roughed up seemingly out of nowhere. She would scramble up to her feet though, readying herself for a fight. If Yasumi wanted a piece of her, then they were going to get it...and more!

Yasume would look down at her as she saw the nerd blocked the kick, which made her hmm in amusement, it seems like she isn't that useless after all as she heard Suzume cried and whine out, cause her to give her a middle finger as she didn't give her a chance to get up, charging at her while she is scramble up and throw a kick toward her chest, attempt to send her back down

If worked, she would then start kick her while she is down, step on her stomach and chest as she glare down at her "What's wrong? Can't fight back? Need me to go easy on you?" She asked in a sneering voice

Before Suzume could get solidly on her feet, she was knocked right back down with a hard kick to the chest. "Guughh!!" She'd sputter, the wind knocked right from her lungs before she hit the ground hard. "H...heck..." The brunette whined, now just trying to regain her senses after taking a painful surprise. She managed to prop herself up before Yasume continued her assault, kicking Suzume once again while she was down and drawing a groan from the lightweight.

"Nnng...get...off!" Suzume whined, her foe's foot now pressing down on her, squishing her into the canvas. Her face flushed a light red upon hearing Yasume's taunt. She wasn't going to let them get away with that. Reaching up Suzume grabbed the other woman's foot, twisting and shoving to try and at least force them off of her. The brunette was not above cheap shots, especially if she felt someone deserved it. And so she'd aim a swift kick right between Yasume's legs, hoping to catch the other woman by surprise and create an opening.