L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Izzy was minding her own business as she made her way through the locker rooms, she didn't have a match today but it was pretty standard to see wrestlers retrieving forgotten objects, putting their attire in a locker or discussing with backstage staff about entrance theatrics.

The red head was relatively quick in retrieving her casual shirt and Jean's , though her locker just happened to be in front of a little bench and for some reason there was a woman there. Izzy didn't understand why someone would want to hang back here, but it wasn't exactly the only time she saw someone doing so.

Izzy would politely bow before starting to walk away with her wrestling attire under her arm. Notably the redhead was wearing her normal wrestling attire despite not being in a match, this was because she had accidentally swapped out her wrestling attire for her normal clothes recently, and everything else was in the laundry.

Izzy

She hated them. Hated every single image her finger swiped over with a spiteful passion.

Nathalie Christiaens, dressed in white sports bra and skimpy blue shorts, slammed her phone a touch too roughly onto the bench beside her, to the point that she felt compelled to pluck it back up again to check it for damage a moment later. Convinced it was fine, she instead gave it a gentle toss across the room into the top of her open gym bag and leaned back on the bench, sighing. She supposed she shouldn't be so furious and get her mind back on relevant on those things she could affect - no one was going to take those embarrassing pictures of her off of Instagram just because she yelled at them about it, and it seemed LAW, in fact, wanted them to persist. Good for working up tension, they had said. Fuckers.

But for all of the logic telling her to leave it be and work on proving the scuffle that had led to those pictures a farce, Nat was frustrated. With everything. Frustrated she hadn't been able to track down the one who had posted those images to kick her ass. Frustrated that she had left her gym bag four feet away from her, making for a difficult stretch. Frustrated that someone walked into her otherwise empty locker room.

The Sapphire Stunner turned to scrutinize the figure who stepped inside. Pretty. Lightly dressed. A fabulous figure that said attire showed off brilliantly. Somehow, her appearance frustrated Nat too, despite the Belgian's knowing that she had no basis for it. And no one was going to stop her from being frustrated, either.

With nothing but a raised eyebrow in the disturbance's direction, Nat leaned forward, finally garnering the motivation to grab a towel out of her bag to dab off the sweat that had formed on her face while she had beaten the life out of a bag in the gym. Just as she did, the interruption decided to trot her way, and Nat paused to lean back on her seat. Unsurprisingly, despite the girl's clearly just wanting to leave, Nat was frustrated by her walking between her and the bag, too.

She stuck her hand out just as the stranger started to cross paths with her; she grabbed one end of a weight band hanging from the edge of her bag and stretched it out like a tripwire in front of the redhead's legs.

Just a white bra and blue booty shorts

Izzy hadn't thought much of the woman in the locker room, sure she looked angry but so did most wrestlers, it wasn't exactly a joyous career without upsetting aspects, hell it even relied on anger sometimes in the ring. The redhead however hadn't scooped out the full extent of the unknown figures anger, as she felt her legs being restricted, and fell down onto all fours.

" Oww... S-sorry. " Izzy said embarrassed, as she stood up, looking at the raven haired woman and bowing again, but stopping as her bow lowered her gaze, and caused her to notice the weight band, that she was certain immediately had tripped her, rather than it just being clumsiness.

Izzy was in awe, she was annoyed, but shocked moreso than angry. The redhead had aggravated wrestlers before by accident, but she hadn't done or said anything here, the cute little farm girl couldn't even begin to try to piece together what had earned her Nathalie's ire.

" Did you do that? Really bitch? You've got issues. " Izzy grumbled, as she breathed deeply and tried to walk away, not being the type to wrestle or fight without there being an official match. The redhead was peeved, and would certainly be keeping an eye out to see if that petty bitch tried anything else, Izzy had considered that her words would be enough to piss her off more, but well...how else could she respond? Izzy wasn't about to be nice or understanding about something so petty.

Nat had to fight hard - hard - to suppress a snicker as she watched the stranger topple over the outstretched weight band and onto all fours, leaving what Nat couldn't help but notice was a cute rear stuck up into the air before her. Exchanging her previously frosty demeanor for a facade of a smile, Nat leveled it on the redhead stood, apologized... and then gaped at the weight band. Still too-sweety smiling, the Belgian gave a tug to it so that the band's other handle popped out of her bag and skittered across the floor toward her.

Equally sweet but condescending words formed on her lips, and Nat started to utter them when the girl asked if she had done it. To explain it away in the most superior manner possible, to tell the redhead that she'd had poor luck and should watch herself because Nat had matches to focus on and hadn't noticed her about to waltz in front of her.

Then bitch was dropped, and as much as it stoked Nat's fire, it didn't half as much as being told she had issues. Of course, she was looking for the excuse, but she'd had too long of a week not to react twofold.

Like a prodded beast, she lept off the bench, threw herself in front of the girl to cut her off, and slammed a hand onto the nearest locker. "Bitch? Do you think that's the kind of insult the raclure de bidet like yourself should really be saying to a woman like me? In the LAW locker room?" She did not particularly care that the redhead might not know that she was being called the scum of a bidet to her face. It was somehow even more satisfying that way.

Izzy was ready to leave rather than getting into a brawl over a little bit of immaturity, but it was clear that Nathalie was eager to get something going, rushing ahead of her and slamming her hand into one of the lockers, cutting of the redhead's escape path by nearly pinning her against the locker.

The redhead jumped slightly from the noise, before looking up at Nathalie with a frown, rolling her eyes at the comment she made. Izzy wasn't looking to brawl, but she had promised herself that she would never be a pushover again, and she couldn't just apply that in the ring, it had to be in any situation for the change to be meaningful.

" What does that even...you know what, forget that. What do you mean woman like you? You're a wrestler, I'm a wrestler, there's no difference. " Izzy stated, standing on her tip toes as she tried to get in Nathalie's face while arguing with her. Nathalie had at least a few inches on Izzy, but that was part of the reason Izzy couldn't back down, she was a fully trained wrestler now , she couldn't let herself be bullied for this just for looking unimposing and not being innately aggressive.

As the situation played out, Izzy prepared herself for a brawl, assuming Nathalie wasn't the type to just let their encounter end with words.

The recollection of a dozen schoolyard snobs who regarded Nathalie with the same dismissive roll of their eyes struck the raven-haired beauty, and even through her exasperated fury, she could recognize the similarities. Between the locker room, the name calling, the pranking, the fight that Nat now wanted to initiate the more the redhead spoke. The only difference was that this time, Nathalie could much more easily justify her extreme frustration given her squeezed-red face had been seen all over Instagram all week.

And she had won nearly all of those fights in school and loved it. Why miss a chance to kick this girl's ass today? She ignored the little voice telling her she just wanted the chance to restore her pride for her own benefit.

The Belgian leveled a finger at Izzy, deescalating the encounter the furthest thought from her mind. If this cutesy wisp of a girl didn't learn to recognize her as her better, no one would. Plus, she was getting in Nat's face. Nat hated that. Arlise did that crap. "Oh but there is a difference. Would you like me to show you that difference?", she demanded, more than she asked, though she supposed if the girl thought it wise enough to back off before she took the plunge, Nat could accept that.

But the Belgian tried to ensure that she didn't. "Or do you think you're capable of showing you wouldn't be stuck licking my boots after we're done?"

Izzy just pouted and sighed as Nathalie spoke, this was dumb and she knew it. As heated as the farm girl was, should she really bother fighting some punk backstage that was clearly just not worth the effort?

While the redhead was contemplating what she should do Nathalie implied that Izzy would be licking her boots, which was enough to irritate the redhead greatly, since she had encountered similarly cocky bullies in the ring, that had said similar humiliating threats. The farm girl couldn't let that one go, especially since she hadn't been successful in defending her honour in the ring, and it was a little bit of a sore spot.

" Just get out the way already! You're not even worthy to lick my boots! " Izzy said before trying to place her hands on Nathalie's chest and shove her back hard, hopefully right onto her ass.

Izzy would just stay standing where she was, deciding that she wasn't going to leave, and that she would let this situation play out. Izzy had fought way more threatening women, and she wasn't about to let some bimbo with a few inches on her push her around and disrespect her.

Nathalie snorted and flicked her gaze away dismissively, unimpressed with the girl's rebounding insult. Hardly worth getting physical over; Nat planned to probe at her more before her game turned to violence. "Who even are-"

She hardly expected the stranger to have the guts to do it, and it was only once she realized those were Izzy's hands thrusting into her chest that she realized she was tumbling backward. Nimbly she reached out and caught a locker door's handle, but it only stopped her fall enough that her ass didn't fully smack the hard floor - but she had fallen nonetheless, even if she was still technically balanced on one foot. Anger and adrenaline boiled inside as she got her bearings and tilted back forward onto the other foot.

The Belgian leveled the most sinister stare on the stranger that her pretty face could muster, and from her crouched position, she exploded into motion, sweeping her leg out towards Izzy's ankles to take her down.

With Nathalie testing her Izzy really took the bait, even moreso than the bitchy menace had expected, escalating the encounter to the point Nathalie was probably hoping for, but doing so with notable quickness. It was satisfying to watch Nathalie stumble back and frantically grab at a locker handle, barely stopping her rump from hitting the ground. Izzy couldn't help but grin.

After pushing Nathale down Izzy let out a sharp exhale as she tried to take on a stern expression, trying to look tough though she was conflicted on if she should be proud or not. The redhead hadn't been in much fights outside the ring, so she was very surprised when the bigger woman from her crouching position swept Izzy's legs out from under her, causing the redhead to fall down hard onto the ground, letting out a little cry as she bumped off the hard floor.

Izzy landed in a little heap, pushing up off the ground, laying somewhat sideways as she let out a quiet grumble, not as acquainted with the hardness of the locker room floor as she was with the ring canvas.

The grin that flashed across Izzy's face as Nat tumbled brought ferocity and ire into the Belgian's leg sweep. After the experiences of this long week, there was no matching grin on Nat's face as her foot chopped both feet out from under the stranger and sent her tumbling. She was satisfied, yes, but intensity burned in her eyes as she pulled herself up by way of her grip on a locker room door enough that she could push forward and clamber her way toward the downed redhead. A response didn't feel like nearly enough; if this little girl was going to call her a "bitch," Nat should show her a bitch. One she wouldn't cross again.

Once Nathalie was back up onto her toes, she leaped from her crouching position toward Izzy, planning to land atop her and straddle her midriff, force her onto her back with her legs, and pin her arms to either side of her head. She needed to know who was going to be in charge here if she wanted to make this physical. "Do you know who you're starting a fight with?", the Belgian asked, with the slightest of her usual sweet tilt pushing through her anger.