L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"T-This is all j-just a big misunderstanding, I assure you! This woman is simply a colleague of mine!"

"Don't try and worm your way out of this! I thought you were behaving suspiciously! And I was right, seeing as you had the gall to come here with some floozy!"

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Wazy leaned back on the couch, observing the spectacle. He had a relaxed, easy-going smile upon his face, in contrast to the smartly dressed man currently in a fluster, waving his hands frantically as he tried to explain himself to an irate woman stood before him. Behind him sat another lady, who looked remarkedly exasperated. Just your typical, run-of-the-mill crumbling marriage, which was currently being exposed in the VIP area of a classy watering hole not far from Wazy's own bar. It wasn't quite what he had expected to encounter this evening, but it certainly made for an interesting evening. Several onlookers seemed to think the same, glued to the events unfolding.

"Y-You're one to talk! After all, you swanned in here with some strange boy!" The man scowled past his wife at the cool-as-a-cucumber Wazy, who sipped a cocktail at his leisure. "How do I know YOU aren't the one cheating?!"

"I'll have you know that this young man soothed my troubled heart in my time of need!" She glanced back at Wazy herself. "Tokyo was so overwhelming and confusing to me at first. I felt lost, until Wazy came to my aid. He even offered to come as my escort tonight, so I wouldn't be left alone by an aloof philanderer! Our relationship is far more genuine than the no doubt salacious one you have with this....this...trollop here!"

Oh dear. A cat fight between the two women was surely on the cards if this argument kept up. He supposed he ought to reign them in. As only he knew how to.

"Now now, Evelyn." The glass pulling away from his lips, Wazy begin to circle his index finger around the rim. "It would be my pleasure to make something more out of this. In fact, I have a little proposition in light of tonight's sensational twist..." He paused, catching her eye with a sensual wink. "Adorably feisty ladies such as yourself have a certain charm in my mind. So why not ditch that heartless husband of yours and make love to me? Trinity is just down the road, you know...~"

It was like a bomb had gone off. Husband and wife both had their faces turn bright red, albeit for decidedly different reasons.

"W-Wazy!! I...I couldn't...!"

"YOU. Why don't you run off and try to pull your moves on someone besides another guy's wife, huh pal?!"

"Ugh. I've had enough of this." The other woman had finally spoken up, rising from her chair. Bingo. Looks like Wazy's little trick had worked. "If you want to have an affair, James, be smarter about it next time. Now, I'm off to try and bag another rich fool, if there's one here." Before he could even protest, she was walking out of the room, as his wife regarded him with a deathly stare which he cowered under.

"Just a colleague, huh...?!"

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Closing the door behind him and turning the sign around, Wazy descended the steps into darkness. With a sigh, he flicked his finger against the switch, illuminating his bar. He hadn't planned to open tonight. But now that his client had slapped her cheating husband and gone off into the city nightlife alone, he no longer had reason to keep Trinity closed for the evening. Slipping his jacket off and hanging it up, the green haired male began to pour himself a drink behind the counter.

Perhaps if he was fortunate, some business might wander in to entertain him...although in truth, it was his job to entertain them. Luckily, being in LAW meant you were never bored for long. Walking back up the steps, he turned the sign upon the door around.

'OPEN'.

Across the road from the bar however, was a figure silently watching as the owner opened the venue for business. With his back against the wall and a knee resting against it, the figure was enshrouded in the darkness as he stood in the shadows, a faint orange light coming from the end of his cigarette being the only thing illuminating his figure as he took another puff from it.

Walking out of the dark corner as he finished the smoke, the figure revealed himself to be none other than Milan Zerudo. The man of the mystic arts had spent the past few days on his travels silently noting the bar owner. Wazy had took Milan's interest some while aback, knowing of his parents work in the world of fashion and land development, plus the fact he was a wrestler for the same organisation as his own. The fact he came from the place he was named after was just the icing on the cake, and Milan knew he wanted to get a knowing for the man himself.

Wearing a basic white shirt adorned with a black hooded jacket, alongside some black pants and trainers, Milan's look seemed a bit basic for the venue he was entering, but growing up in the desert, he was never one that cared much for other peoples opinions.

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Descending the steps, Milan eventually reached the bar area itself, where Wazy could be seen pouring himself a drink.

"What an...interesting venue." Milan said out loud, hands in his pockets as he "admired" the decor of the bar. Truth be told, he found the place garish in it's design, and felt much too common for the son of such a rich family history to be helming. Taking special note of the blliards table across the bar, his face scrunched up as he looked at it, clearly not a fan.

"Whiskey, double." Milan said as he approached the bar, showing no intent on coming off friendly. As the drink was poured, Milan lazily threw some coins on the bar top to indicate his payment.

"I have a question." Milan said as he sat upon the cozy bar chair, pulling another one alongside him to rest his feet atop it. "How does someone with the world at his fingertips....with such a strong family background...end up with a place like..." he said, taking a moment to scoff as he gestured his arm out. "...this? It's a little bit of a dump, don't you think? Not exactly what I would call high value for money." He finished, looking up at the green-haired man to see what he had to say for himself.

He'd only turned the sign around a few seconds ago, but Wazy could hear the ringing of the bell as the door to the establishment opened and brushed past it, sending a chime down the stairs as he glanced up. It seemed his first customer tonight was a blue-haired young man. Said hair being about as spiky as a pineapple. And dressed predominantly in black. Not out to impress anyone tonight, obviously. Speaking of impressed, he seemed to make a point of expressing his disdain. Wazy wasn't a fool. He knew the man was being sarcastic. Very much so, in fact. His suspicion was confirmed correct as his customer's face screwed up in disdain at the nearby billards table. Which Wazy was very much a fan of.

He was used to rude customers. The man gave a blunt order and slapped some coins down upon the counter. Without responding, Wazy begin to prepare his requested drink. While he did so, the man began to speak. The green haired bartender listened, silent. He seemed more preoccupied with preparing the newcomer's drink. But he was skilled enough to multitask. He heard every word. And with them, the intent behind each syllable. Though by the end, his customer wasn't exactly hiding what he thought of the place.

He looked up at Wazy. The bartender was smiling. But it wasn't friendly. Moreso amused, actually.

"What is that saying again...?" He placed a finger to his chin, as if deep in thought. "Oh yes. One man's trash is another man's treasure. Of course, there are some people who are far from gifted. They tend to be able to only see trash. Quite a pitiful life, wouldn't you imagine?" He chuckled. Out loud. Openly. The drink was held, ready in his hand. But he didn't hand it over the counter to the man. Instead, he began to walk around the bar top. "I'm certainly used to my fair share of stalkers. I wouldn't blame you for being taken with me. But a boy has to have his standards, you know. And I find you positively lacking, to be frank."

He'd come around to the customer side, where the man was currently sitting in one chair with his feet resting on another. Still smiling, he didn't break eye contact as he placed the drink on the counter, in front of the blue-haired male. Meanwhile, his other hand gripped one of the chair legs that the guest was currently sitting in.

"Rule number one. Either sit properly at my establishment, or don't sit at all." With that, he swiftly tugged the chair out from under the rude man, intending to send him falling onto his rear onto the carpet. "Of course, you could rest on the floor if you prefer. Much like any other dog."

Milan felt pretty happy with himself after leaving what he thought was a deep yet honest cut into Wazy's lifestyle. After all, honesty is the best policy is it not? The blue haired man could only smirk with a small laugh as Wazy responded to his comments. The bartender certainly wasn't lacking from a charisma standpoint, that was to be certain.

"You call it postively lacking, I call it a different point of view. A much more refined point of view don't get me wrong, but an alternate one nonetheless...regardless...and don't get your hopes up pretty boy, I've had my fair share of "experience", and I don't think you'd be as they say..."cutting the mustard"." Zerudo would mock in reference to Wazy's stalker claim, watching as his entertainment provided him his beverage.

Feeling him grip at his chair, Milan's smirk would stay firmly planted on his face, throwing a wink at Wazy's face as he did so. "I think I'll stay-!" He began to say, when suddenly the chair was thrust out from underneath him, sending him falling right onto his ass!

It all happened so quickly, not even the fortune teller himself was prepared for it. Flashing a brief look of anger up at Wazy, Milan simply closed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and chuckled, before lying backwards, pressing his arms behind his head as he threw his legs up, then did a kick up, landing back on his feet in front of the green-haired host. It was a bit extra, but that's how Milan liked to do things.

"How...cute." Milan smirked as he walked a few steps over to the billiards table. " Let me do away with the pleasantries, Wazy Hemisphere. I know enough about you that I've not seen nothing notable of you in the LAW as of now..." Zerudo went on as he picked up the cue stick, admiring it. "I'm not here to ask you for a drink..." he said as he looked it up and down, before gripping it tightly, breathing hard and almost looking like he was going to use it as a weapon!

".....I'm here to challenge you to a match." Milan then smiled, suddenly dropping the cue stick back on top of the table. "I want to see what you're made of, rich boy. Show me what makes you tick." He continued as he walked back up to the bar, picking up his drink.

"What do you think? Feel you're up for the task? Not that I have any intention on "going easy" on you." Milan winked once more, pointing his drink at him in a sarcastic gesture of goodwill.

This lad certainly wasn't one to hold back his words. That glimpse of fury was brief, but certainly noticeable. Wazy had a fairly confident image of how things were going to proceed. This spiky haired punk was going to rise up after toppling to the floor. His fist would come launching upwards, like a rocket taking off, and Wazy would attempt to parry and bring himself down while locking in an armbar. That was usually how he dealt with these type of troublemakers. But to his slight surprise, the blue haired male made a show of throwing his legs up, bringing himself back up onto his feet. The bartender kept his expression neutral, neither showing shock or amusement. Though he was certainly leaning towards the latter right now.

Do away with the pleasantries? Wazy was surprised this kid knew anything about manners or decorum. True, he hadn't yet managed to sink his teeth into anything noteworthy in LAW...well, it was all about waiting for the right opportunities. And it seemed like his customer certainly had an opportunity in mind, gripping the cue stick on the nearby billiards table as if ready to take a swing at the green haired host. He mentally prepared himself to defend or dodge. But then the cut stick fell to the table. And the punk was leisurely strolling back to the bar, taking his drink in hand. The proposal for a match, a challenge to the owner of Trinity hanging in the air.

A flicker of surprise creased Wazy's expression. At first, he was silent. The edge of his lips twitched. ""Heh..." He let out a brief chuckle. "Haha..." Then the chuckle became a full blown laugh. "Ahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" A laugh that echoed around the bar, reached every corner. Wazy's hand moved to grip the counter, in order to keep himself from doubling over. Gracious, did his stomach hurt from laughing so hard. "Ahahahahahaha...haha...ha..."

Wiping a little tear away, his laughter subsided. He gazed clearly at the blue haired interloper and smiled. "You're stupid. I like that in a man. You want to see what makes me tick? Oh dear. Don't you know? A boy has to have his secrets. Can't expect me to just go spilling all of them now, can you? You're certainly welcome to try, so I'll accept your little challenge, but let me make this clear to you."

Wazy's hand lazily came through the air. His index finger rested upon the other man's chest, drawing a circle playfully. "Delicate as I look, I'll be the one breaking you in half if you aren't careful...trash~" A sensual wink would sign off his words, Wazy's way of showing he held no fear towards the opponent who had just casually strode in and challenged him in his own bar.

Picking up his drink, Milan was intrigued to see what Wazy thought of his rather unconventional offer. He had to admit walking into a stranger's bar and challenging them to a wrestling match was on the more interesting ways of going about things, but Zerudo was never one for holding back on what he wanted. Truth be told, part of him would love to powerbomb the green-haired beauty through any of the nearby tables right here right now, but why rush the fun?

Interested to see how Wazy would take his offer, he had to admit he didn't expect the bartender to begin chuckling. The chuckle then became a laugh, and Milan's eyebrow raised as the laugh became almost full-blown hysterics as Wazy's head threw back in joy, gripping onto the bar to keep himself steady. Zerudo's lips couldn't help but be pursed as he was a little ticked off from the show, taking a deep breath as he waited for Wazy to compose himself.

Suddenly, the man pushed his finger against his chest, where he would no doubt feel the muscle his attire was keeping hidden. From there, the pursed lips would break into a big grin as his match was accepted, not in any way nervous as Wazy's flirtatious yet confident "threat" met him.

"Oh we'll see about that, my friend." Milan finally spoke up, using his own index finger to gently push at Wazy's, moving it away to show he wouldn't fall to his games as his usual clientele would.

"There's just one little catch I forgot to mention however....you see, I have a..."colleague" who is looking to make a name for herself in this league, just like you are...and I said I would throw her a bone at some point, and not in the kind I'm sure you're more acquainted to...so I suggest we make this a tag match? That is, if you can play nice with others..." Milan chirped, pressing his own finger against Wazy's in return as he pressed a little more firmer this time.

"But don't you worry...I'll make sure you get plenty of me to yourself, whether it's begging for me to "finish you off" or otherwise...I'll leave that one to you..." Milan continued, before suddenly gripping at Wazy's shirt and pulling him forwards!

The bartender would be yanked forwards so that they were seeing face to face, noses almost touching as the tension was sure to be building. Staring right at his eyes, Milan would finish it off saying "So......do we have a deal?"