L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

“Uuuggh..” Noloty started to feel herself wake up again, like the lights in her head had been turned on. Though she still couldn’t see straight at first, trying to remember what happened, she was fighting Rosie and the two had knocked each other all around the arena and then she..her head flared up in pain and slowly her head came up to touch it before she was suddenly feeling a wet rag on her head. This finally got her eyes open and looking at the women she was being cared by. “Oh good your up. You were pretty badly hurt but thankfully nothing is broken.” The Nurse..Noloty remembered her wrestling before spoke, Haruka she thought her name was. “Did..Did I win?” She asked she remembered going out and hoped that wasn’t a sign Rosie knocked her out in front of everyone. “You fighters ask the silliest questions when you come too.” Haruka pulled the rag away from her head. “You didn’t win. Rosie dropped you on your head then punched you unconscious then posed over your body before pinning you. Then she started to drag you through the crowd as some got a feel in front of the cameras.” Noloty looked at her like she just told her her family was killed but the look satisfied Haruka who started to giggle uncontrollably. “Hehehehe, I’m kidding, I’m kidding! No you were both knocked so it was ruled a draw, especially because technically both your shoulders were down so still applies. She’s fine as well she’s right over there.” Haruka said pointing to Rosie’s bed before leaving, which was in the room adjacent to her. Immediately she started trying to rise, she wasn’t a fan of hospitals and she did want to talk to Rosie.

Rosie Knuckles had woken up and already had her conversation with the doctor which was likely far less amicable than the one the doctor had with Noloty. She held her midsection, which ached even with the aid of pain pills to ease it. She was in a rather foul mood due to having fought to a draw against Noloty in a match that may have ended up as her most miserable yet. Her hair looked like shit still--something she had checked almost first thing when she had a chance. It had been went and stuck together. She knew she'd be pulling out knots for hours tomorrow. On top of that, her make-up had been rather smeared and she had bruises on her body, which was in agony no less. She had tape over her abdomen and her one shoulder was also bandaged. But people managed to retrieve her soaking wet boots at least, so there was that going for her.

She had remembered the ending slightly more than Noloty did, and that made her at least feel a little bit better that Noloty had to sacrifice herself to finish the match. At least Rosie had it won before that moment of insanity. But to be fair, she was able to do something desperate and potentially career-ending to the tanned babe to get there, so it was hard to have hard feelings with her. Still, Rosie's annoyance from her disappointment shone through, especially with those other factors. She reached down into her bag that was delivered to her. Putting on her socks was a chore, which every movement made her ache even more as she grunted and groaned, especially when the tennis shoes came after.

She then dug through her bag to find a generic LAW t-shirt, she got ready to put it over her head and then let out a loud, "Fucker!" as she stopped instantly, moving her other hand to her hurt shoulder and wincing. She was looking to at least wear it over her gear until she got home, but just as she went for another attempt to put the shirt on, she turned to see Noloty. She had mixed feelings. She didn't entirely hate her, and she kind of respected her. But man did she ever resent her due to not winning. So as a default, a scowl beat out all as Rosie gave her a rather unfriendly look. "You need something?" asked Knuckles, throwing down the shirt back into the bag as she winced slightly from the abrupt movement.

Noloty found getting up to be a pain. She was basically sore all over and once she did rose her body reminded her that the war she went through didn’t come without costs. She nearly fell over when the pain in her back and waists kicked in and she felt something tightyl hugging her chest, likely bandages. But she hated sitting around and slowly treked across rooms, it took her maybe 3-5 minutes to get there and she didn’t bother changing leaving her in what was a simple hospital gown that likely had bunch of bruises concealed underneath before she found Rosie who was less excited to see her. “Lots of things...A back rub, these bruises healed, agh, a nice warm shower, my favorite ice cream, and something that’s clears my head.” Noloty rubbed the back of her head observing Rosie who seemed less spaced out then she did though that was probably anger helping fuel her. “But I’m not here for any of the above, doubt you’d be able to give me them either way. Mostly I, just wanted to see how you were doing..”

Knuckles stared at Noloty as she spoke. Normally she would cross her arms over her chest in an absent-minded imposing pose, but she knew her shoulder wouldn't allow that, so she instead kept her arms at her sides and listened to her speak, completely deadpanning Noloty's attempts at jokes. She was obviously unamused by it. But then the tanned girl said she wanted to know how she was doing.

"How am I doing...?" asked Rosie, her voice teeming on the edge of eruption. This chick could absolutely not be serious. She had to be screwing with her. "I am seriously hurt... taped up... I was soaking wet... filthy... my hair and make up looks like shit..." She balled her fists at her sides and then shrieked out loudly, her voice squeaking as she did so. "How the hell do you think I'm doing!?" She then barred her teeth, her gaze narrowing at Noloty as she took a step towards her with menace in her eyes. "I should kick your ass right now!"

Rosie paused and then closed her eyes. She wasn't thinking clearly. This chick seemed nice enough. Rosie was just in a shitty mood and ready to fly off the handle, something that was a constant struggle for her to control. She stepped back, closing her eyes as her face scrunched up in an oddly adorable attempt to quench her anger and she said, "Kidding. Obviously. I'm fine." It was an obvious lie, but it was the best back peddle she could do, considering the circumstance.

Rosie’s reaction was not a warm one, in fact she was clearly livid and in pain all while Noloty stood her ground. She definitely hadn’t come looking for a fight especially since she wasn’t sure her body could take one, but she put herself on defense just in case. It was only when she found herself seeing Rosie back off and try to claim she was kidding, which she didn’t believe for a second that she started to speak again her defense still up. “Well it was a fight. I mean look at me.” she gestured to her body some areas still had noticeable bruises there. “But at least of your able to complain your not, like, badly hurt or anything.” she said leaning agaisnt the wall a bit.

Rosie tried her best to contain herself as Noloty spoke, but then found herself snapping at her last comment. "Holy shit, do you actually think I care about being badly hurt!?" shouted Knuckles. While she had complained about her sore body and other things, that wasn't the main issue she had, but it was just a additional factors that just added onto it. She stormed right up to Noloty and then said, "I didn't win because you had to throw us both off the side of the stage!"

Then she went to continue, but stopped and turned away with a loud, frustrated yell. "And I can't even blame you, because I literally tried to seriously hurt you--my bad! Caught in the moment! But I'm allowed to be pissed off, alright!?" Then, Rosie put a hand to her hurt shoulder, rubbing it with her back to Noloty still. She was just in a foul mood, and what was worse was that she knew she had almost done something horrible to her former opponent and that she couldn't hold it against her what she did to end the match.

“Well I was acting mostly on instinct by that point. And a had both seriously hurt each other well before that’s point.” Noloty tried to brush it off but she wasn’t sure if this women was genuinely apologetic or if she was about to try and hit her again. She felt perpetually on her guard, waiting to see what would come next and if it would involve fists. “I mean I’m pretty pissed off two. I put all that effort into a fight and didn’t even win, or lose for that matter. Just drew, even with a loss there’s something to learn this is just...a dead end.”

Rosie turned to look over her shoulder at Noloty as she spoke and took a deep breath, rolling her eyes. Finally, she turned to face her again and said, "There's plenty to learn. Like get the job done when you can so you don't have to leave a fight to the edge of a freaking stage."

She heaved a sigh and her shoulders slumped, but she immediately jerked her hurt shoulder back up and held it again. "Look, I'm not happy about it. I'm not happy about you. But I can at least respect that you came at me like you did and took as much hurt as you did. Most chicks wouldn't. So... respect." Rosie, seemingly begrudgingly, held out her fist while holding her shoulder with the other hand.

Rosie seemed to go from wanting to kill her to wanting to give out respect in about 3 minutes flat. Granted Rosie also said she thought she was cute if she wasn’t annoyed by her so maybe Rosie is just naturally bipolar. Either way Noloty was looking for some kind of respect so she wanted to hope this was actually sincere. “Well you are a definition of the word pint sized powerhouse. You are also one hell of a fighter and cute to boot. So of course..respect.” she brought her fist and bumped it with Rosie though putting her arm back she felt a sudden spike of pain and she winced bringing new her other hand up after the fact.

Knuckles smirked slightly at Noloty's response and shrugged her good shoulder slightly. "Yeah, I know. Thanks. Though, fuck, I'm a mess right now. Not as cute as I like to look," said Rosie in response, moving her good arm to reach at her hair, which was still crinkled and she knew would have knots in it. Rosie raised an eyebrow as she looked over Noloty though, figuring she may as well offer her own compliment in response. "I mean, you're hot yourself. You got one sexy tan."

Rosie then grinned cheekily and added, "And you even look pretty hot ragged like you look right now. Like a wild woman or something, just having been partially through the most wicked bender of her life." She joked, trying to make light of the hot mess that Noloty also had to suffer through. She figured it was a better way to cope through being annoyed after herself down a bit more after it.