Doubting Her Stripes (Teenwrestler)

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"So, Randee, or should I say, BlondeeOverBlue. One of the most followed usernames on the internet right now, and you have been for the past three years. How does such a successful instagram model step foot into the wrestling ring and turn it into her career?"

The knowing smirk that crossed Ms. Reagan's face at the question probably revealed how much she had anticipated, and rehearsed, this question from the LAW interviewer who sat in front of her as their crossed legs bobbed in unison and cameras rolled. She tried to hide that smirk from the camera zoomed in on her face. Any woman who learned the ins and outs of social media as thoroughly as Randee heard all the chatter, and she knew the chatter about her joining LAW turned into a debate, and quickly. The debate centered on whether Randee deserved to be in such a top-tier league. Some said she was an attraction, not a wrestler. Others pointed out how much she had improved since her debut.

So Randee certainly had an answer ready for her "Introduction to LAW" interview because she wanted this to go perfectly.

She switched out her crossed legs. The blonde took pictures and flaunted them, she didn't do interviews. Her nerves were working her just a little. "Oh wow, is that a story. About, oh, two years ago I noticed that a wrestler named Callie in a promotion called West Coast Wonders, she was, you know, getting some talk online for pushing new in-ring fashions. And they looked great, I mean, this was runway stuff. So I was a little bold and made the design into a dress and posted wearing it." Both of Randee's hands flew while she talked, but she stopped herself. That was probably blocking the camera, eep.

"And she got mad. Like, real mad, and messaged me online challenging me to a.."

Loud footsteps shuffled in the background, but she, composed, assumed it was an accidental interruption and ignored it. She did sit in the middle of a ring in the middle of the gym to have this interview, after all, and someone could have accidentally wandered into the room. "Challenging me to a match. This girl wants to bring me into the ring and kick my butt, you know? And I felt like.."

The mat beneath her chair rattled, and Randee couldn't help but to look around to find the reason why. It was then she spotted a man climbing through the ropes, and the pageant girl poise broke with an annoyed eye twitch at his expense. Randee had practiced for this a lot, and some guy was barging in on her interview!

The interviewer asked the question in Randee's mind. "Erm, can we help you?"

[Teenwrestler]

Randee Reagan aka Battle Angel aka BlondeeOverBlue. These were the names that a certain Instagram model was known for and being an instagram model she was known exactly just for that! Modelling! However, when news broke that Randee had actually began to transition her career from a model to a wrestler this would excite a lot of her fans to see their idol venture into a new field especially one which was competitive. Some may say that her path was one like Hagiwara Sakura's who shared a similar path of turning from a idol singer to a wrestler.

While the feat was impressive there were a few who saw people like Sakura and Randee to be insults to the sports especially those who took wrestling as their primary focus and not a fall-back. One such person who did not appreciate such a transition was a young man named Jacob Masters, part of the illustrious Dominion faction where he was the second in command after Trent. Randee was someone not unknown to the Perfect Storm of the Dominion because Jacob was aware of her modelling run. He would even call himself a fan but for her to think that she could step into his world? That was something Jacob would not stand.

Clad in some navy blue jeans, white sneakers and a grey sweatshirt the male wrestler made his way through the crowd towards the gym ring and eventually into it. "I cant believe my eyes....Randee the Battle Angel herself....at first I was gonna rush to meet you and even get a autograph or a picture with you. Its not everyday you have a smoking hot model make a presence in public." he said with a toothed smile.

However, that smile soon faded when he approached her and shoved the interviewer out of the way to get to her, standing in front of her. "But then you had to ruin the fun....I found out you aren't here as a promo fan girl.....but you are here as a wrestler....I mean....hah....hahaha!" he chuckled as he reached forward to gently press her cheek to make her pucker up. "You...a wrestler....this has got be a joke!" he mocked.

[rogue-kiss]

Was this a, uh, setup?

Randee continued to stare at the interloper, blinking as she tried to process his arrival. She would not put it past a wrestling company to have set her up with a fan during the interview for the shock factor because she knew LAW operated that way, but she had a hard time knowing how to react if that was truly the case. There was something in his tone though, and Randee had heard enough mocking voices before from people who disrespected her old career to think he might be..

When he nearly knocked the interviewer to the floor, she had her answer. "Hey!" She reflexively reached out to try and catch the woman and did keep her from totally falling, but barely. Once she was sure the woman wouldn't topple over, she shot to her feet in the man's personal space.

The words he blurted at her sounded like those of a thousand different people online who made it clear they thought of her as a joke, but while their words only hardened her resolve to do what she wanted in this sport she had come to love, he made her blood boil. Oh, did he make her blood boil. And even with her every rational thought telling her not to react in case the cameras were still rolling, she could not stand for his hand coming up to touch, no pooch at her cheeks and lips.

Her hand shot up to smack at his forearm so he would take his hand away, and she stood as tall and intimidating as she could. The flouncy blouse and pencil skirt she wore probably didn't help with that intimidation and likely added legitimacy to his mocking, but the four-inch heels probably did the trick, and nearly seemed to make her taller.

The words left her mouth faster than she could think them through. "Mock me as a wrestler if you want, but you don't get to treat me like some Barbie you can touch like you do at home."

[Teenwrestler]

Treating this whole set-up like a joke, Jacob Masters was not going to let this barbie doll ruin the wrestling business. In his eyes she was only being considered because of her fame and reputation as a model on instagram and not because she had any capable talent on being a real professional wrestler. She was just like the stereotypical blondes, tall, good looking but had no real talent in the sport that she was about to venture in. When the male wrestler stepped up on the staged ring, pushing aside the interviewer he would begin to mock the blonde by words and even by puckering up her lips by grabbing her cheeks.

His words were demeaning and insulting. He meant to cut her confidence down and humiliate her own camera to end her career before it could even begin because he knew that when faced with a real wrestler, a real challenge she would not have the guts to stand up to herself against a real pro wrestler. However, she did surprise him when she smacked his hand away and then standing up to her full height, standing against the male wrestler who had sought to embarrass her.

"Oh? Barie...that's actually a good name for you. Blonde, naive, no talent and bimbo-ish....suits you perfectly" he chuckled. "Listen, I have an offer for you. How about you drop this pro wrestling act and join us as our valet, I think we could use a pretty face to manage us" he said with his hand out, offering her a handshake to seal the deal.

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The lips he teased formed a thin, stern line when he opened his mouth again. He seemed all of her male doubters (or worse, the ones that viewed her as a sex toy) given form, and Randee called on years of discipline not to thump him in the ear or nose like she did to a few randy friends in high school.

Oh, no, thumping him wouldn't be good or demeaning enough. The more he said, hitting on such brilliant observations as to call her "bimboish" and thinking she would valet for them (who was them anyway? Did he think he was important enough that she recognized him?), the more she considered that she could knee him in the balls with them standing so close and him right there, exposed, not at all prepared for it.

But the camera would catch that, and she did not want a reputation as a hothead. And she doubted they were big enough for her to hit them squarely.

She did, however, have a different, better idea. She subtly lifted one foot. "I wouldn't valet for you," She slammed the heel down on top of his foot as hard as she could, then glanced down like it was an accident. "Mmm, sorry. I wouldn't valet for you if you made me the Queen of Sheba if this is how you treat the women around you. Like, do you treat your mom this way?"

[Teenwrestler]

He figured ruining her first interview in the promotion was a sure shot way to shatter her confidence and put a dent on her career before it even began. There was no way some blonde, rookie female was ever going to stand up to a handsome, chiseled man like himself. He had the looks of a wrestler and the attitude of one too. With some intimidation tactics up in his arsenal there was no way that Randee was ever going to talk smack back at him. However, she didn't seem to flinch too much when he stepped up towards her. She looked pretty with her fancy dress, skirt and heels but a real wrestler wouldn't be caught dead in that outfit out here.

He grinned, waiting for her reply but the grin was wiped clean off his face when she insulted him. Jacob's eyes widened with eyebrows raised, how dare she mentioned her mother this way. He was in two minds to throw himself at her to take her down but with the camera rolling perhaps that was not the most wise idea. "HEY, watch it you little pretend wrestler. You have no idea what I can do to you in a wrestling match. What do you know? Look at you in that silly little dress and make-up. You're not a wrestler, just a face" he mocked.

"In fact I am done with you. I don't think there is need for more words so lets get to the point. If you think you can wrestle then how about it you and me have a match? Yeah? I challenge you blondie, one on one....in a sauna wrestling match. That's right, a woman who has never sweat a day in her life has no hopes of beating me in a match like this" he said looking over to the camera's, putting the rookie in a tough spot as refusing his challenge would ruin her reputation.

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Had no one else who ever set foot in a wrestling ring worn makeup and nice clothing outside of it? Of course this idea of attacking her over having passion for looking pretty came straight from the anti-Randee playbook (or maybe anti-model?), but she wondered who had decided it a crime to look good.

But the semantics mattered nil with this blustery child of a man in her face. Her eyes gave him the once-over. With her patience wearing thin, she was starting to wonder if she cared about tact with the cameras rolling. No, she did, and she bit back a more scathing insult about his opinion on how she dressed. "How would you rather I dressed? Like you?" The tone in her voice made it clear that she did not find that a positive. "In nothing at all? Is that the only sort of thing you would approve of for a woman?"

Randee did not truly want an answer. Eventually he would piss off and go back to his day when she didn't cower, she imagined.

But she imagined wrong. She supposed she should have realized that he was here to goad her into a match, to prove a point. And while the Battle Angel had not wrestled men in West Coast Wonders, she felt an incredible urge to oblige him. It sounded like a proper proving ground so she would not have to put up with more volleys of disrespect from the other men here, whom she already heard carried chips on their shoulders for being in a women's promotion.

But then he had to go and make it in a sauna.

Her expression did not change, but mostly due to her focus on keeping the scowl. No, she did not like to sweat any more than the next model, and certainly not as much as a sauna could force out of her. She felt sticky thinking about wrestling in one. But damn, she could not admit to that in front of him. He would take that and run.

Oh dear, here the blonde went again, agreeing to too much to prove herself. "Fine. When?"

[Teenwrestler]

The two were going back and forth, verbally at least, and it seemed as if the Battle Angel was quite comfortable in matching up against the Perfect Storm in a war of words. Once again she defended her choice of outfit and attacked the male's who was wearing a typical gym bro outfit consisting of navy blue jeans, white sneakers and a grey sweatshirt the male would only chuckle and shake his head. "Wearing nothing and making IG is what women like you are good for so yeah I would expect you to do that" he snapped back.

However, he was more interested in hearing her response to his challenge and he did not have to wait long. Grinning mischievously, Jacob would lean forward to have his chest press up against hers while his lips would get close to her right ear. "Now. Hit the showers, change into your gear and meet me outside the sauna wrestling room in the gym...if you are woman enough that is" he whispered before backing away, making sure the cameras did not catch what he said.

With that, Jacob would pass his hand through his hair and wave to the camera before stepping off the stage and making his way to his private locker room.

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Oh she could have slapped him.

But what was that quote? Never stop your enemy when he's making a mistake? Randee did not doubt that his words would bother many people watching her interview, and she knew how to play these online feuds to her benefit. She shook her head. "And I'm sure you spend all your spare time looking at us, too. Charming."

She could take the words, but his forwardness in touching her once again set off a reaction that had become instinct over the years for a pretty, popular model. When she felt his chest press against hers, she sent out a palm into his stomach to put at least an inch between them, and she leaned her head back when he leaned in close to her ear. The disdain was evident on her face. It may have seemed foolish since they would soon touch plenty if they wrestled, but she wouldn't give him any more time close to her than necessary.

"Huh, you won't wrestle me in this? What a shame. And you're the only one who needs a shower." she said, loudly, when he peeled away from her.

And when he had left, Randee lingered, feeling the regret of agreeing to wrestle him.

____A few minutes later____

Spoiler

Randee sighed as she sauntered to the sauna door, her fine clothes gone and replaced by her wrestling gear, sans boots. Those funny, itchy butterflies ate at her stomach. She did take the shower, mostly to give herself the time to think on agreeing to a match alone in a sauna with a guy (and at that, a guy who thought he could touch whatever whenever he wanted). Really, she only accomplished making herself more anxious about it. Her fuming at the time had made agreeing to the match easier.

But she should still fume! This pig insulted her on her interview time, and the blonde wanted to teach him a lesson. But there remained the question of whether she could. She could not gauge a guy's strength or speed because she never fought them.

Fortunately, the fuming returned the second she rounded the corner and saw him. "Weird you didn't get lost." the Battle Angel said, scowling again.

[Teenwrestler]

The Perfect Storm made his way off the interview stage after having his final say, he had a wide grin on his face while he walked away with his back turned away from Randee. He ignored what she had to say mostly because he was about to embarrass her in a wrestling match and end her career before it was even going to start. The male wrestler made his way towards his locker room, stripping out of his gym clothes and heading to take a shower as he needed a cold one before entering the sauna room soon enough. After showering, Jacob would put on his blue wrestling briefs with a pair of flip flops as he would be going in barefoot in the sauna.

Spoiler

After taking his sweet time, the male wrestler would make his way towards the designated sauna room where he saw the blonde changed in her wrestling attire. "Oho look at you! Well you may look like a wrestler but that doesn't mean you can actually wrestle." he would comment with a grin while stepping up to her. "Why would I get lost? I'm the one who suggested this place" he laughed trying to deflect her taunt. "For a woman who has never shed a drop of sweat you sure are naive enough to wrestle me here" he said before opening the sauna room's door.

"Ladies first" he said doing a little bow.

Sauna Wrestling Room