L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Louise was in a rather good mood these days. Her popularity continued to grow, her name became known to everyone, whether for good but especially for bad, whether it was because... Rather thanks to her matches or her brawls. She didn't have a perfect career though, she was far from being undefeated and invincible but that was what being a wrestler was all about, becoming stronger to take revenge and continue to dominate!

This time, she preferred to walk far from LAW. She had been living in Japan for a while now and decided to check out the bars in her neighborhood, just to find the perfect place for a potential date or just to relax outside of her home. She found a rather average and modern establishment called Gart's pub, she decided to go in without wasting time and sit at a table alone.

She quickly looked at the menu... Food and several drinks, each as varied as the next, were on offer... But as a Frenchwoman, Louise had to try the most important thing in a bar, its alcohol! She quickly looked at all the alcohol available and sighed as she lost herself in front of so many choices, Louise's brain was not made to think so much! She placed the menu on the table and used her voice to call for a waiter.

"Hey waiter ! I have my order ! I want a beer, the best you have ! Hurry, hurry !!"

Louise

It was a good night for Gart's pub! Crowds of people came in to browse, others for the exotic drinks and many for the promise of meeting and mingling with those girls from the eponymous LAW stable.

In addition, there was a rumour and suspicion that other LAW fighters might be present as civilians seeking a non-Japanese experience. But they did not hear it from the narrator.

Gael had inadvertently made a very powerful magnet to attract die-hard wrestling fans in just 2 months while the other plans were being made. And apparently everyone was enjoying it. The export of the drinks and elixirs from the mother shop here were doing very well.

However, not everyone was so good with this idea.

Raechel was constantly cleaning glasses, glasses, jugs; pouring drinks and juggling glasses to make that extra quota of special drinks count.

She made pyramids with the glasses, stirred alcohol, slid each drink and even had to improvise very specific odd requests from customers just to be gentle with them, specifically for today's policies. Bloody Friday. All of this simultaneously and without making a mistake. This was her talent and her hobby.

Delighting each customer with her mastery was the main thing in the pub (as always, the show has to match the quality). But she would have preferred to be somewhere else.

"Tdah!... Next round!" Inside she would be grumbling.

When at last this round of requests weakened and Vin could take a break, she didn't have one - she had to change the empty bottles, fulfil orders brought by the waitresses, keep cleaning the dishes and instruments on the pub and, to top it all, she had to put up with ViVi and Gabriel, who were sitting at opposite corners of the venue. Well away from each other, but with Vin in the middle having to watch their faces.

Vin as bartender

You'd suspect they'd get on well, but no, the principles underlined in their personalities clashed as much as their wrestling styles and personal preferences. Besides, tonight, Vin's biggest problem was that she signed on to throw punches and throw fans out of the ring when they challenge her in those fun night tournaments, not to serve as a bartender. But it was her mistake for putting that on her resume.

And to add to her night, those two had to take up space near her. One flirts with the whole world as if were an escort while the other just exists, regal as a diva who finds the world insipid.

ViVi's attire (cosplay)

Gabriel's casual attire

That's why she hates it when the pub is short-staffed. They must fill in for the missing roles and yes, she gets it, but if some can afford to stay in the ring one night to star in the matches, why can't she do that too if she's so good at it?

But Vin had already done it last month, and today it was her turn to help the pub with her talents as a flairer, and when that happens that's when the customers show up the most. Gael noticed.

And it's flattering, but if she could just get that Pinkette and blonde out of her sight she could be less bitter. serving them was stabbing her pride.

ViVi was really enjoying calling Vin, asking for another drink while getting the weak-minded to tell her about the thousand and one talents she had—or that they thought Viviane had, according to Vin—and how they were waiting to see her next match, and-

Some of her shot spilled onto the pub.
"Oops, I spilled some...wipe it up, please." How much condescension and cynicism can there be in a few words?

Gabriel on the other hand, was doing nothing, just had her green eyes on her mobile, reading her Reddit gossip and digital novels and with a rather harmless drink that had been with her for over 1.5 hours now. Even the ice melted in her jug. In the meantime, someone occasionally asked her for a photo.

The first queen would only respond by giving them a sideways glance before giving them a smile or a nod in confirmation.

Those were the only occasions when Gabriel would make a cute gesture in front of a camera that didn't involve her friend, her girlfriend or a beaten opponent; but they're just photos, these are fans and they haven't asked for anything impossible.

But she was quick to dispatch each photo, polite as far as it went because there was no reason to be rude to anyone, but quick to dive into her own business; while she didn't hate anyone, she didn't let them over-approach her on her time. Mind you, she also didn't let them bother her that much with fan questions or complex requests like going out dancing or anything else. And her aura was pretty clear about that.

This was what irritated Vin the most, these two bitches seemed like everyone needed them, they had their day off and she was in the middle of it, putting up with them. ViVi had earned a kick from Vin, Gabriel hadn't done anything, but she disliked her all the same for everything she earned just by being her.

And now, someone else had arrived asking for the best beer.

She wasn't being explicitly rude, but this someone's voice was irritating, like idols. And she was busy cleaning the instruments, in a bad mood, and she had other orders piling up, from other tables and ahead of this last customer, so...

She opened a bottle of beer, poured it into a large mug, and poured it in front of the newcomer.

"Here." That was all she said before going on about her business.

The atmosphere was rather hectic in this bar, there were a lot of customers but not many servers... Were they understaffed? Perhaps this mattered little to the French woman who was only looking to have the best experience. She felt like an exceptional customer, the kind of customer who had to be very attentive and had to have everything she asked for as quickly and as presentably as possible. She must have felt like a rich person in a Michelin-starred restaurant!

But her dreams were suddenly shattered when the waitress slammed her glass against her table while speaking to her coldly. It was an unpleasant attitude and Louise hated it, she didn't leave France to feel like she was in a crappy bar in Paris! Obviously, the French girl frowned and got angry in return by calling the waitress again before she went too far.

“EH, BITCH !”

Louise paused a little, waiting for the waitress to turn back to her so she could continue talking and playing with her nerves.

"Are you new in this job or you're just useless ?! You just spilled a few drops of beer when you slammed my cup against the table. I want a new cup now, and faster than that, you incapable bitch."

The downside of being understaffed was that, on very rare occasions, the bartender had to act as a waiter. Either that or Vin was impatient.

As soon as she brought her pitcher to the new customer, she didn't so much as wish her well and just turned her back to leave in the most anti-serving manner she could. But apparently she wasn't clear enough.

The new whiny mouth called her again in the worst way available in her repertoire of insults: Bitch. The brunette turned slowly with an arched eyebrow. She wasn't buying it, did that ass really have the nerve to call her that? Doesn't that tasteless woman know who she is or what she does for a living? Oh, but Raechel hopes that ‘bitch’ she referred to isn't herself or she's going to soil her uniform today.

"Yeah?" After opening the door to requests, she listened to the overbearing tirade French had in store for her poor service and a drop of beer that landed on her ugly attire among other unwarranted complaints for Vin.

The brunette bartender was hearing her own blood boil.
"You're right, give me a moment to fix it," She exclaimed in a slightly hostile tone, taking the decanter and walking ten paces away—the woman drinker should be able to see her very clearly, Vin didn't even make it to the bar—before turning around and returning to the rude one, carrying the same decanter, the same alcohol, and the same temper.

"Heeeere." She leaned into the broad-shouldered woman's face as she planted the decanter on her table in the same manner.

If that was all Vin assumed she had to do to solve her problem, then she would return to her bar to continue serving customers.

"Hmp! Frenchie..." She Whispered.

Louise's words were harsh and harsh but despite this, the waitress obeyed and left to bring back a new cup of beer for the French woman. Everything seemed perfect, Louise even found her smile again when she found the quality of the staff to be top notch... If only Vin hadn't made the same mistake as the first time. Her second glass is slammed against the table again and causes her to lose a few drops of alcohol.

This time it was too much. The first time was already too many! Why did she have to run into the worst waitress in this bar?! But it's not very serious because Louise excelled in the art of making people learn new lessons and she intended to teach Vin two or three things to teach her how to better serve people and keep her cool.

"This is not how..."

She got up, taking advantage of the fact that the waitress had her back to her to grab her by the hips to lift her up and execute a powerful suplex that pinned Vin's back against the table where Louise was. The table didn't break but the two glasses of beer were shaken, enough for a few drops to spill, again.

"...YOU SERVE DRINKS, FUCKING SLUT !"

Vin had done enough to bring this young Karen her drink instead of leaving her waiting, or ignoring her when she called out to her, and it was her right to be direct with this diner. However, the sturdy brunette squeaked something that caused Vin to pause to look sideways at her.

Or yes, Vin was going to ignore that too. She don't stoop to participate in a pointless discussion today. So shook her hair and set out to continue at her bar counter.

However, someone hugged her from behind.

"Mh?! Wha-what the-NO!" She stammered before opening her eyes, unable to extricate herself from the embrace that now lifts her up, spins her world around and lands her head first on the table behind her!

It had been a German suplex that shattered the table, and now Vin was looking up at the led-strewn ceiling, with her legs on either side of her vision! Stunned

The rest of the visitors either turned away from the epicentre of the outburst or stood motionless watching and processing the scene - the wrestler-bartender bent over her head, in the middle of a table split in two, butt suspended in the air and legs spread, staring dazedly at the ceiling between her thighs as she groaned in a daze. Even the music stopped for a moment to analyse what was going on.

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The night had been dull before that, even the LAW match playing on the LED screen televisions became mere background noise in front of that broken table.

ViVi, the third queen of the pub, who had been entertained by a squad of boys ready to flatter her with drinks and lovesick laughter, came out of her trance to slink behind one of them to find out what happened.

Gabriel, the other queen of the pub, the one at the opposite end of the bar counter, barely turned her head, glancing sideways at the mess. She was somewhat blending in behind the few, so it wouldn't be easy to spot her. And immediately her cold gaze was filled with dread and fascination as she recognised the silhouette of the corpulent woman who was pressing her companion's body against the furniture.

So then, as the murmurs began to abound, someone took a drink and shouted a loud "YES!!!" which was chanted by the roar of the wrestling-hungry! who rolled around in disaster.

"Louise..." A diner commented, which started a row of whispers within moments. And Gabriel knew what it meant when a person named a female wrestler.

"No..." She cursed.

"Louise?" uttered a second diner.

Gabriel was about to get up to suggest they not continue with that name.

"Louise Bélair is here!" But it was too late. It had already been said three times, and she knows what comes when someone says someone's name three times like that.

"Louise! Louise! Louise!" Someone even whistled at her.

Louise was known at LAW, not for her exploits and merits, but for her way of being and acting. She respected no rules, no authority, no person... All that mattered was herself, her victories, and the number of people she ultimately dominated. The little French girl was also known for her unrelenting composure and enormous rage; she acted like a wild cat!

And when it came to fighting, she never missed an opportunity to impress. Obviously, in her anger, she couldn't control her strength and smashed the table in two, getting up as if nothing had happened with the barmaid on the ground in a rather humiliating position. The French girl couldn't help but sigh and place her foot on Vin's butt, striking a pose on top of the barmaid.

"Because of you, my drink got spilled! You'd better pour me a new one at your own expense, understand?!"

She leaned forward slightly to grab the barmaid by both pigtails with one hand, forcing Vin to tilt her face slightly upwards and receive small, not-very-painful but humiliating slaps on the cheeks.

"I asked if you understood, you good-for-nothing!!"

She was dizzy, the LED light faded into a blur of colours in her eyes, and her body felt uncomfortably bent. She didn't know if she was upside down or not from the daze. And the stomp someone gave her bottom only drew an embarrassed groan from the Scottish brunette. Shaking her body slightly from the weight of the other woman. Who used her as a stepping stone to pose dominantly and powerfully.

To top it all off, the diners started chanting something she didn't like.

"Gack..." Vin started to snap out of her daze between so many triggers.

Louise grabbed her by the pigtails and forced her to uncurl upwards, sitting the brunette on the remains of the table first, then lifting her onto her feet as just whimpered and intermittently furrowed her brow for the pain in her hair.

Then came this diner's demand. Louise's words were so clear to Vin, not even the din of the chorus of onlookers could overshadow such arrogance.

The demand for a new drink, the brashness and arrogance in the tone of this stranger, as if this French woman of gorilla proportions had done nothing wrong, was enough to make her boil! And the slaps across her face to wake her up, those that only drew a few obsequious noises from the other diners, were the last straw.

Her hand stopped Louise's palm.

"Of course... I'll give you your drink." She mumbled.

She threw an uppercut at this Frenchwoman!

"This one's on the house!" Vin roared.

After, The Imparcial Queen stepping between Louise's legs, her heel set perfectly between the remains of the split table, and pulling the Frenchwoman's wrist towards herself, she delivers a series of elbows to Louise's sternum!

"And these are on me!"

If the brunette managed to unleash herself in this storm, she would look to send Louise sprawling backwards into the middle of her bar counter!

She had long wanted to take it out on someone, that whole being the only queen working today thing didn't sit well with her. And now when she had a chance to take it all out on someone without being in a ring it was wonderful!





Gabriel sighed knowing what was coming now that those two met. So, armouring herself with indifference, she turned around in her seat and pretended not to see anything, absorbed in her shot.

And mixing a bad-tempered striker with an explosive bearhugger isn't something she wants to deal with.

She can't control what shouldn't be controlled, Why bother intervening if it's not like Vin can take care of herself either?

Today she planned her night to be about drinks, and it's going to be only about drinks, not fighting. Besides! Her outfit isn't something she wants to ruin for one of those two brunettes.

She'd pour herself another shot.

At the opposite end of the bar counter, ViVi was seriously considering whether to use the guys around her as her escort to watch without repercussions, or to call security. Although, why bother calling security when she can witness a fight inches away from her?

She's betting on the wide Frenchwoman.

Louise was putting on an incredible show of dominance in the bar, and while a few people were surprised, the vast majority didn't seem impressed... On the contrary, most people wanted to see how the fight would continue, which slightly surprised Louise, who distracted her opponent, and Vin took advantage of the situation to regain the upper hand.

"Arghh!"

Louise took a full-force uppercut and fell onto her back, giving Vin time to get back up and stomp on the French woman's crotch and continue hitting her with elbows between her chest. The French woman groaned in pain and rage, getting louder and louder after each blow, and that wasn't going to help her calm down.

"GET OUT!!"

Louise raised her foot and smashed it against the barmaid's stomach to push her away so she could get back up. She was in pain, but it didn't matter because now she could attack. The Wildcat advanced on Vin and hugged her, trapping her opponent's arms between her own and her own body to immobilize her, and squeezed her with all her might with her iconic move, the bearhug!

"You're going to regret hitting me, you insolent bitch!!"

Vin's knee was an accident. The truth is that her heel broke and, well, the knee flexed against Louise's crotch.

That's what she'll tell you if you ask her about it, because that's what happened! However, it was an accident that suited her just fine, being able to get some groans of pain from the French diner, and a few sighs from the audience that made her feel like she hit harder than she really hurt her, as she earns her chance to get even with this woman for the bad night she's been having!

It's bad enough being the only one of the three queens who has to work today, while the other two have a night off, in front of her, as she has to leave the bar to deliver drinks to the fussy ones, to now have to put up with being used as a jobber for no reason! According to herself.

But as usual, nothing lasts long for this brunette: Loise's foot landed on Vin's abdomen, just when the British brunette had her elbow in the air, and with a good kick in the abdomen, the Frenchwoman threw Vin away.

"Guuhg!" The air left her lungs like a bellows, falling as she sat on the ground, hugging her stomach, as Louise recovered and, pitifully, took control.

The Frenchwoman grabbed Vin and caught her in her classic embrace, trapping the striker's arms against her own sides, constricting her body between those arms. "Gaaahg!" As she grits her teeth and bends backwards from the pressure of a real bear hug!!!

Her body begins to tremble as the power of that French muscle puts a strain on her spine.

"Fuc-fuck-fuckiiinngggg-... youugh... Gorilla!" Vin dared to curse.

The worst thing is that this kind of thing always happens to her just when she is not ready. Or so she would dare to boast. And to sweeten her dilemma, she has those other two watching. Or rather, ViVi watching behind her entourage, enjoying how Vin is tortured by her natural opposite: a woman who is too tough and has too much strength to give, while the other queen, the blonde, is just thinking about whether she should remain indifferent, ‘since it's not in her plans to fight tonight’, or 'steal another drink from the bar' while everyone surrounds the fight.

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