L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Victoria had been boxing this woman for the past several minutes, actually feeling rather bad for the poor sap. She came up here like most did, talking a big game and trying to bring the Russian-American down a peg for her attitude only to be met with a crippling onslaught. She wasn't even sure if this girl knew how to fight with how easily she was being tossed around. A jab sent her stumbling back, a hook to her liver ended up crippling her, a roundhouse kick laid her out and yet she kept getting back up. It really was the saddest thing fight she's ever fought, just trying to do enough damage to take her out, not ruin her forever. Eventually though, after several knock downs, the woman fell for good at Victoria's's bare feet, left kneeling and heaving after suffering an unapologetic spinning back kick right to her gut. She was done. End of story.

"Alright, now get out of my ring." Victoria huffed, going back to her corner and leaning up against it. She crossed her arms as she glared down at her failed challenger, her emerald eyes cutting away the rest of that failing bravado. "And take your pathetic skills with you. Don't challenge me again until you can actually fight." Her words were harsh, jagged like serrated glass blades cutting into her ego. But it was needed to send a message. The woman limply rolled out of the ring and into the crowd, the rest of them looking somewhat downtrodden that she would treat her challengers this way. Why wouldn't she? She was here to clear her mind on the bag, not stomp on these stupid, thoughtless challenges! She would even decline them but her fighter's pride demanded she take them up... and so these matches happen... and so Victoria keeps racking up these meaningless victories.

Ms Romanov let out a sigh, allowing her anger and frustration to subside a tiny bit, taking a short break before he headed back to the bag. Why is it that most people in this gym suck in terms of fighting? What's with those wannabe fighters that think they could last with her? Or maybe they like their pride and bodies smashed....if only there was someone that could give her a challenge before her debut.

Back in the locker room, Daisuke had stepped out of the shower, having just taken a nice warm pre-work out shower to cleanse himself up and have himself feel fresh before a hard day's workout, whether in the gym using the equipment or using the wrestling ring with a spar. He dried himself off before putting on a pair of grey CK wrestling briefs, finally putting on some black boots. He hung his gym bag over his shoulder as he made his way out to the main gym hall.

Daisuke

There was a bit of a ruckus going there and he noticed some commotion around the gym ring, there seemed two woman in a boxing match but in reality it was one woman dishing out some punishment to the other, who rolled out of the ring after being humbled. The beautiful woman who was the victor did not seem happy at all, giving a telling off to the crowd before heading out of the ring and towards the punching bag, doing her thing there. Daisuke was intrigued, she was probably a boxer but this was a wrestling promotion and not a boxing one, could she be as good in the ring as she was in the boxing squared circle? He highly doubted that. She was a beautiful woman no doubt, toned, beautiful face and short tomboyish hair.

Daisuke approached her as she was busy near the punching bag, he dropped his gym bag down on the floor and placed his towel on top of the bag. He approached her, "Hey...it seems you've worked up quite a bit of sweat there. Name's Daisuke Takeuchi" he said with a confident smirk, extending his hand for a greeting.