L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Despite the problems, Garlim was feeling that she was gradually getting used to the LAW environment. Although she went through many embarrassing moments, she had also made friends who, although problematic, served as inspiration for her to keep going with all this. It still wasn't easy, though, because she wasn't someone who provided much material for the show. Damn it! Garlim didn't even know how to speak into a microphone! She couldn't even understand what it meant to maintain a imagen; she was always authentic, for better or worse. So it was very unusual to see her walking around backstage at the company if she didn't have a match scheduled for that day, which was exactly what she was doing today.

Casual

And why would the blonde goddess be here today?

Well, you could say she was fulfilling a promise she made to a good friend and rival. Ambre Brault was going to face Alaina Sanders for the heavyweight belt, and the blonde goddess promised the black pearl that she would be there to see her performance after all the training they had done.

Garlim knew Alaina well, having met her when the Amazon came to her gym as a mentor. This led to a brief confrontation where, apart from the fact that they both got along terribly, she realized that Alaina was a woman as strong as Garlim herself and that she was in good shape for her age. Ambre definitely couldn't beat Alaina with brute force alone, as the Amazon was even stronger than the black pearl.

So when Ambre decided to train with Garlim, the blonde goddess knew exactly how to compensate for that shortcoming. Everything would be based on improving endurance and stamina, as well as perfecting Ambre's grip so that she could diminish Alaina's strength. For even though the Amazon might be very strong, the factor of youthful energy and making Ambre take full advantage of her signature techniques was key.

Besides, Garlim would kill her if she didn't win after so much punishment.

The blonde goddess sat down next to a couple of monitors that broadcast the event from different angles. The fight between the two heavyweights was as intense as feared, and the blonde goddess even cursed herself a couple of times for not taking the time to train Ambre in speed. Black Pearl was defenseless for most of the match because she didn't know how to respond to the Amazon's relentless pressure. Although Garlim didn't want to admit it, she was beginning to feel anxious, as Ambre had worked so hard to fulfill her dream that she couldn't waste the opportunity now.

The tension was so great that Garlim clenched her fists tightly. She could see not only that Ambre was up to the task, but that she had become even stronger since the first time she faced her. Suddenly, after a back-and-forth between the two opponents, Ambre managed to weaken Alaina, and after a splash, what seemed like the final count began, but Alaina broke free at the last second.

Garlim had to admit that Alaina was quite stubborn, which was very problematic. But Ambre was resilient and didn't despair. She kept pressing until she applied a precise bearhug, AND ALAINA WAS DEFENSELESS AGAINST HER!

“GO AMBRE!! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!! LIFT HER UP!!”

Garlim's euphoric shout echoed throughout the backstage area, infecting part of the team who were also watching the match live. Ambre was pressing where it hurt Alaina the most. It was time to use everything she had, and Ambre didn't waste the moment! She charged at Alaina with all her energy and with a devastating finish, she struck the Amazon, who fell like a rag doll whose life had been taken away.

“ONE! TWO! THREE!!!...”

DING DING DING

Garlim jumped out of her seat and let out a cry of excitement. AMBRE HAD DONE IT! In her mind, the blonde goddess suddenly remembered when she won her first title. But she wasn't seeing herself, but her mentor behind the octagon, on the verge of tears as he watched her become champion.

Remembering this made the blonde goddess realize what she had to do now. So she ran out to the catering area to find Ambre.

It was the biggest match of her life, a match she had dreamed of since her debut in LAW... A match she had trained for for years, and despite the defeats, the insults, and the formidable opponent that Alaina was, Ambre finally managed to make her dream a reality. She had just beaten the undefeated Alaina and was the new LAW Heavyweight Champion. It was an incredibly tough, exhausting, and painful match... She had even been slammed against the cage!

But Ambre could leave with a light heart, though with a heavy shoulder, carrying the championship belt as she left the ramp to return to her locker room. She needed some time alone to think and process what had just happened. A lot of conflicting emotions were swirling in her heart and mind at that moment, and even though it was a victory, her gaze remained lost in thought.

The Frenchwoman walked towards her locker room and stopped just in front of the door, hesitating for a few seconds before opening it. Her life would surely change after this match, but was she ready for it? It had been her goal from the beginning; she had fought to become as strong as a champion... But now that she was one, what would be the next chapter of her story?... What would be her new goal, and what would make her unique compared to other champions?

She didn't know; the idea even frightened her a little, but as she opened the door, the Black Pearl turned around, hearing powerful, heavy footsteps growing louder and louder in her direction. She didn't know who it could be, but this person was definitely looking for her, so Ambre waited until she met the person who was searching for her.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Garlim's face lit up with a bright smile. She stopped a few steps away from Ambre to assess her physical condition. There were bruises, signs of fatigue, and noticeable wear and tear on the black pearl's shoulders. She had definitely given her all throughout the encounter, something that pleased the blonde goddess as she contemplated Ambre's bruised and triumphant appearance. Without saying a word other than a squeal accompanied by a beautiful smile, she pounced on Ambre to give her a warm hug. It was not a simple gesture; Garlim simply wanted to ease the weight that her rival was carrying momentarily.

“I'm glad I don't have to kill you right now, little girl!” Garlim exclaimed, her voice full of emotion, so much so that she hadn't realized she had just unintentionally picked Ambre up. Garlim's gaze fixed on the champion's belt hanging from Ambre's shoulder, and a somewhat disappointed expression crossed her face. "That's the belt...? I expected it to be bigger, something that matches the category. That's the same size as the belt worn by the owner of a rodeo club." The appearance of the belt really bothered Garlim a little; it was tiny compared to the belts she used to compete for in MMA circuits. But her smile returned when she remembered everything Ambre had done to earn it, and she certainly deserved it.

Realizing she had lifted her so high, Garlim felt a little embarrassed and lowered Ambre back to the ground. “Seeing you give that sociopath what she deserved made my day,” Garlim said with a laugh, referring to Alaina, which lasted a second. “... Remember what you asked me the other day? ‘How does it feel to be a champion...?’ Tell me... How do you feel now?” Garlim realized that Ambre didn't look so excited; something was definitely bothering her.

Turning around, Ambre ran into Garlim, one of her opponents from a few months ago who had trained her at her gym... A somewhat unusual person with little tact, but rather nice for the moment... The Black Pearl lowered her guard; she knew the blonde meant her no harm and greeted Garlim with a small smile, her best smile at the moment, too tired to even move the muscles in her cheeks.

"Heh... That's... A unique way to congratulate someone!"

Ambre barely reacted to the comments about Alaina and the belt; it wasn't important to her... All she wanted was to be the champion, and she finally was. She struggled to think straight and find the right words, but she tried her best to reflect on how she felt now in order to respond to the blonde.

"Hmm... It's hard to explain... I don't know if it's because of all the blows I took, but I feel like I'm half... knocked out?"

Then Black Pearl entered the locker room, sitting on a bench with her head against the wall, panting heavily. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but the weight on her shoulder, the weight of the belt, forced her to stay awake.

Garlim's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Ambre's reaction to her greeting. “Hey, I promised you I'd be here to see this. Truth is, you put up a good fight. I think I even like professional wrestling a little more after all this...” she said with a chuckle, her voice a little loud in the silence of the locker room. “Besides, believe me, regardless of the title, don't think this is going to satisfy you for long. In the world of sports entertainment, it's never enough. There's always a new fight, a new title to conquer, new challenges, it's never enough.” She winked at Ambre, who was struggling to keep her eyes open, so he thought it appropriate to dampen her spirits a little. As Ambre tried to explain how she felt, Garlim listened attentively, thoughtfully.

“You're very exhausted,” she said, nodding slowly. “I know.” Suddenly, Garlim's phone began to ring. Garlim quickly took out her phone and swiped up to answer. “So?”

-“Hey, I'm outside. I already made a reservation at the place, but she says that because it's us, she'll let us stay for the week if necessary,” said the person on the other end of the phone cheerfully.-

Garlim nodded before hanging up. “How about staying in a nice hotel bed tonight? Don't worry, my friend already made a reservation for us,” Garlim said as she approached and knelt in front of Ambre, placing her hands on her thighs, further emphasizing the size of her generous chest. “It's something I was planning to do if you won. I think it would be perfect for you to relax. The car is already waiting for us outside... Do you need help getting out?” she asked in case Ambre needed help getting out, because after all the blows she had received, her body would most likely hurt even more as the hours passed.

Ambre took a moment to breathe and rest, sitting on a bench and half-listening to Garlim... At least she was listening to the key words the blonde was saying. The Frenchwoman seemed lost in thought, considering what might happen from now on... Her goal had just been achieved, but her life and her wrestling career had to go on!... It was something she hadn't thought about yet...

But while she was deep in thought, Garlim woke her with a rather surprising proposition. An evening at a hotel... It was suspicious, but above all, bizarre, knowing her character, but Ambre had nothing to lose and didn't want to spend her evening alone, especially after such a big match.

"As long as we don't sleep in the same bed and you don't attack me, I'm fine with it..."

She smiled slightly before sitting up, groaning in pain and fatigue before cracking her back and then her arms. The new champion opened her locker to take out her things and glanced quickly at Garlim.

"Let me take a shower and change, I'll be ready in ten minutes, tops!"