L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It was shaping out to be a very normal sparring session in the LAW gym for the faction formally known as "The Dominion". Trent Masters, the leader of the boys in blue was on a more supervisory role today, watching the action of his teammates Derek and Jacob in the ring. The Masterpiece would observe the two, calling out their mistakes and advising them on their move sets from time to time and even acting as a referee. Anyone in the gym could see they were group, as evident from their matching attires which consisted of a pair of blue wrestling briefs and matching boots and pads. After a long and tiring session, the Masterpiece called the spar a draw and advised the two boys to hit the showers and call it a day while he would pack things up for the two.

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Derek and Jacob would wave their mentor good-bye and head off. Meanwhile, the Masterpiece was left with grabbing some of stuff and putting them in the duffel bag etc. It was then when his eyes would fall upon a beautiful young woman, with purple hair who was doing her own thing in the gym. She looked very exotic and Trent was certain he hadn't seen her before. Her figure was rocking and she was in great shape, Trent would assume she was one of the new talent assigned to LAW just by her figure and what she was wearing. Still, he was not looking to wrestle this woman just yet but was interested in perhaps a chat, maybe even dinner.

Putting his stuff on the bench, he would adjust his briefs before approaching her. "*Ahem* Hey there. You're....new here right? It's nice to meet you, my name is Trent Masters by the way" he said, approaching her with a smile and his hand extended for a handshake.

Petra had only been in LAW itself for less than a week, if that, and she was already feeling at home. Eager and confident for her future, Petra had taken to testing her luck in the main LAW gym, not necessarily in search of a workout just yet, but just in search of individuals who, she could call upon. Be it as a friend, sparring, or a match itself.

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"Oh...hello there!" Petra smirked, turning to the male whom opted to approach her rather than vice versa, as she turned, completely unfit for the gym they were in.

"Yes, I am being new here! My name is Petra Adamos!" A hand given in search of a handshake, as the Greek held a big grin on her face!

As the Masterpiece approached the woman, he tried to look and feel confident when speaking to her. He wasn't overly flirtatious, just played it cool. Approaching her and giving her a friendly hello with an introduction of himself whilst also offering his hand for a handshake, he would blush every so slightly when the woman turned to face him and greeted him with a friendly tone.

Trent and Petra would shake hands, judging by her accent the Masterpiece knew that she was not from around here at all. Being a British national himself, he guessed from her accent that she was a fellow European. "Petra Adamos? That's a lovely name" he said with a smile after parting hands with her. Trent would inspect her from head to toe, she looked fit enough to pass off as a wrestler but sure wasn't dresses liked on. The Masterpiece assumed perhaps she was in for a managerial role or a valet but he didn't want to make a wrong assumption so he stayed quiet.

"Anyways, Petra, welcome to LAW. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine for whichever role you have applied" he said with a smile. He hoped him being in his briefs didn't make things awkward but judging by the look on her face, she didn't seem too bothered. "So uh, Petra? If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?" he said, grabbing his water bottle and drinking from it.

Petra was the sort whom always approached a new person in the friendliest of manners, often even holding out that demeanour past what many would expect. If Trent came up in an aggressive manner, he'd still likely experience the kind side of the Greek for a moment longer, before Petra's disinterest in personal conflicts and cruelty naturally led her to attempts at leaving. As luck would have it, Trent was not at all like said individual, as the two grinned with that exchange of a handshake.

"Thank you! And your name. Trent. That is like a coat?" She'd smirk, her level of English far from fluent, but it was rare one couldn't understand Petra if with a little thought put into what she had said.

"Yes. That role is a wrestler, I will be doing the wrestling!" Fists raised as if to hold them high, Petra didn't really stop nodding as this kind stranger conversed with her. "Greek...That is to say I am from Greece! Kalamata!" Her nodding persisting all the while, almost as if her head was on a swivel!

Truth to be told, Trent was enjoying having a civil conversation with someone in the gym. More often than not, these types of conversations could easily go wrong in a place like the LAW gym but it didn't seem as Petra was here as a wrestler, which is why she was being so nice. He noticed the grin she had on her face, it just looked like she was happy to talk to someone. It could be tough being the new girl on the block so she was relieved to find someone nice to talk to.

Her accent somehow seduced Trent to keep talking with her, even though she did just butcher his name there. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head while feeling quite embarrassed at the same time. "Haha oh nonono! You....you're probably thinking of Trench. Like a trench coat?" he would laugh, not being sour about it at all.

However, her next words would really intrigue him even more. She, in fact, was one of the new wrestling talents signed to LAW. "Oh really? You're a wrestler huh? Wow I didn't expect that but well, welcome in any case." he would say, inspecting her from head to toe once more. The way she looked, glasses, clothes and all she didn't strike off as a wrestler to him at first glance. "Greece huh? That's an amazing place I hear. HEY! I heard the Greek are pretty good at oil wrestling haha, I've done a few myself" he would say, flirting a bit and nudging his shoulder with hers.

Maybe she was a rookie wrestler, just learning the ropes. That would explain her not knowing what to wear in a wrestling gym. Still, he didn't mention that at all. "So uh, Petra" he said scratching the back of his head. "I was wondering, if you are free later today maybe you and I could hang out, grab dinner or something?" he offered.

"Yes! Would that not be the same coat?" Petra blurted out, her face telling Trent that her comments were not made with offence in mind. It was rare she made such statements with actual intent to insult anyone even remotely, and rarer still she even realised what she had said.

"Well...yes? That is why I am being in a wrestling gym!" Hands to her hips, the Greek held a neutral face as Trent went on, genuinely unsure as to why else she would have been here! Right before her face turned a little perplexed, at the mention of wrestling in oil!

"Hmm..That would be most odd, fighting in oil?" A hum made, despite the fact Petra herself had done so if rarely in the past, and was not at all against the idea of doing so again. "I would most surely beat anyone in it!" A gleam growing, as the confidence of Petra was given off in such a manner that told Trent that she was serious, yet was not on the level of being cocky.

"It would be quite early for dinner, no?"

Trent would scratch his head in confusion, perhaps he was not being so clear about it. "Uh, oh no no. It wouldn't" he reiterated. "That is Tren-CH. My name is Tren-T" he tried to say it slowly, putting emphasis on it this time. Still, he found it quite cute that she had mistaken his name with a trench coat and would simply laugh it off.

She then struck a pose, placing her hands on her hips and had a neutral face on her when Trent seemed surprised that she was a wrestler. He wanted to ask why she was not in a wrestling gear and ended up twisting his words into something which made things slightly awkward. "Ha-ha, you're right. Why else would you be in a wrestling gym if you weren't a wrestler" he would laugh nervously. "Oh no, it's actually quite a common wrestling match, even here in LAW." he would say before raising his eyebrow at her next statement.

"I'm not sure about that Petra. I'm pretty good at it, I don't think you'll be able to beat me" he grinned, looking rather confident himself but did admire Petra's own confident expression. Trent then felt a bit embarrassed, she was totally right about it being too early for dinner.

"D'uh! Geez. Yeah, sorry my bad. I mean, what I meant to say was maybe we can go for lunch....or.....well, unless there is something else that you wanted to do?" he said, tripping over his own words now.

"TREN---T!" Petra copied, as to try and be less insulting by getting the name of the one she was conversing with right. She knew all too well that with language barriers came difficulties with names, and took zero offence when her own name was mispronounced. Though, Trent grasped too it perfectly.

Whilst Petra did in fact feel a slight hunger in her tummy, something Trent said peaked her interest and distracted her from the offer of dinner. Whilst accepting a wrestling match, even an oil one should it be so, at a moments notice was a curious thing, Petra was all too familiar with how things went in a wrestling locker room. Blood feuds and rivalries could start at a moments notice, with match offers accepted in even less so.

"Beat me? I would beat you! Yes, that is how Petra versus Trent would go..!" Her figure pushed out as that confident look appeared back on her face, with the Greek eager to show she was not a push over in the slightest, even to obscure match offers!

Trent was genuinely happy that Petra did her best to learn how to pronounce his name properly. When she did pronounce it properly, the Masterpiece would smile and chuckle, applauding Petra's efforts. "Yeah, that's right" he would say. His offer for lunch was still on the table but what he said just prior to that seemed to interest the beautiful Greek woman more. He had laid a subtle hint that should they wrestle, there was no way that Petra could beat him, even in an oil wrestling match.

So, Petra went straight to refute his statement. She would instead, quite confidently, declare that should the two would wrestle it was Petra that would end up winning. Her figure pushed out and she struck a confident pose while saying that, wanting to prove her point with words and body language. Whilst Trent was a nice guy, he was particularly unimpressed by those who thought they could beat him and a beautiful Greek woman would be no exception.

"Oh no no"he said, shaking his finger at her. Just by looking at her, Trent gave her no choice to beat him in any match. "You're cute and all but I don't think you can beat me in a wrestling match at all. In fact I don't think you have a chance against me" he would grin. Trent would roll his shoulders and stretch a bit, "Maybe we can put a raincheck on lunch? Since you think you can beat me, how about we have a wrestling date instead? You and me, one on one in a oil wrestling match" he stated while extending his hand for a handshake to seal the deal.

Again the mention of oil came up, and whilst Petra may have slightly preferred fighting in a standard format, especially in her first LAW-bound encounter, she was not against the idea. There was fun to be had regardless of what match style it was, so long as it was not disgusting nor barbaric, and Petra was never the sort to turn an offer down in the first place.

"A wrestling date? I am not being sure on that...but I can beat you in an match, yes!" Petra gleamed back, apparently discouraging the idea before outright accepting it, seemingly under the belief that said-date and the match were two different things. Her hand almost clapping with Trent's own, as she gave the briskest of shakes.

"I will be happy to show you why you are wrong in thinking I would lose!"