Spars are Icebreakers, Right?

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Samantha Roberts had yet to make her LAW debut. Booking a lightweight opponent for her seemed to be a bit of a task. Or perhaps that wasn't it. Perhaps she was simply down on her luck and they had forgotten her for a short while? Whatever the case, the spirited blue haired go-getter was gonna find some action if the action wasn't gonna come to her.

"Alright!!! No matter what happens today, I'm gonna throw down with someone! The wait to be booked for a match has been killing me!" Sam said with an expressive tone as she entered one of the many LAW sanctioned gyms.

Sam's attire

She'd don her usual wrestling gear. To the bluenette, it only made sense. She'd be wrestling her debut match in it, so she might as well, right? Sam would take her place in a practice ring and run the ropes for a short while. She'd springboard off the middle rope and flip her way towards the center of the ring, making a big of a ruckus. After drawing the attention of several other gym goers this way, she'd call out.

"Does anyone wanna spaaaar?"

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Spoiler

Noko Fujikawa kicked her legs as the sudden noise took her by surprise -- a bad move for a woman on her back using the bench press. She lost control of the weight and squeaked as the bar crashed down on her chest, neatly dividing her breasts in two vertically. Wincing, she scooted down the bench and shoved until she could sneak her head out from underneath the bar. The weight clattered against the bench as Noko sat up excitedly. "Meeeee! I do!" She waved a hand around over her head, as if she needed to attract Sam's attention in the otherwise unresponsive gym.

For the statistically inclined, a quick look at Noko Fujikawa's record would show four official losses by forfeit as a result of not showing up on time, plus a footnote indicating a history of unsanctioned brawling. Of course, such a record left her less than newsworthy, so only the most obsessive LAW roster followers could recognize her on sight. Noko had also chosen to show up to the gym in wrestling gear -- in her case, a blue one piece -- because it helped her convince people that she was a real wrestler.

Noko bounded towards the edge of the ring, standing on the floor next to it and looking up at Sam. She placed her hands on her lower spine, standing on her tiptoes and bending back as far as she could. "I hope you don't just want to have a wimpy slap fight though, I don't like to hold back!"

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Sam hadn't caught Noko's struggle with the barbell. Though other gym goers would and chuckle appropriately. The blue haired lightweight would look on Noko waved. Sam would run to the ropes on the side of the ring closes to Noko. She'd lean against them and wave back while calling out to her.

"Awesome! Come on in!"

Roberts wasn't too keen on Noko Fujikawa's LAW record or performance. The idea of a woman that seemed to prefer brawling everywhere but the ring would be cause for alarm for most. But like most opponents, Sam didn't bother to research Noko. Not because she looked down on her, but because Sam was of the mindset that time researching was better spent training! When Noko arrived near the ring, Sam tried not to comment on the woman's massive chest size. Rather, she'd stifle a chuckle and look down at her from within the ring. Sam would peer her upper body between the middle and bottom rope and extend her hand out to Fujikawa in an attempt to help her into the squared circle. The earnest lightweight would part her blue hair before responding to her.

"Haha, I never want my opponents to hold back! Gimme all ya got! I'm Sam, by the way. What's your name?"

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"I'm Noko!" She placed her hands on the bottom rope and leaned back, stretching her arms. "If I look familiar or anything you've probably seen some of my modeling pics." She continued, without quite lying, "I'm, uh, officially new, but I've had plenty of real practice." Turning her head to the side, she stared off into space with a thoughtful expression on her face, trying to make herself look more like some of her better selfies.

After holding the pose for as long as she could justify, Noko's fingers tightened around the bottom rope and she leaped up onto the edge of the ring, using her upper body to launch herself further and easily making the jump. When Noko landed, her breasts echoed the movement once, thrown down by the impact and then bouncing up to nearly her chin before jiggling softly at a more appropriate location. When they were done, Noko wedged herself between the ropes and stood comfortably in the corner.

"So, I guess we're just on the honor system? One two three go, that kinda thing?" She jogged in place to warm up, lifting her feet dramatically but keeping her torso nearly motionless.

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Sam would try hard not to laugh or comment excessively on Noko's top-heaviness. As her seemingly new friend entered the ring in a way that was impressive but also turbulent, Sam would cover her mouth with both hands to stifle a chuckle.

"Great! Let's get in a little more practice then! Won't hurt! Pfft" She'd comment as Noko began to leap up onto the apron. When Noko's chest had finally settled down and she began to enter the ring, Samantha couldn't help but whisper the word "Jiggly..."

She wasn't insecure about the size of Noko's chest relative to her own, she was simply caught off guard by how comically large it was. The blue haired lightweight found herself being able to re-focus once her foe had actually entered the ring and asked about the rules. She'd shake her head before replying to Noko as Noko jogged in place.

"Oh! Yeah! Honor system. We'll make our own counts and acknowledge each other's submissions if it comes to that. Does that sound fair...?" Sam would ask whilst doing some light stretching

"If it does, lemme know when you're ready to start. I'm good to go anytime you are, friend!" Sam said with a reassuring smile. She looked towards Fujikawa with a friendly yet competitive facial expression.

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"Yeah I think we can both be trusted! At worst we double DQ and go home." Noko finished jogging in place, then moved her feet apart and bent at the waist, grasping one ankle in both hands, then the other. At this point, it was obvious that her blue leotard had some kind of hidden internal reinforcements, because the small wrestler had turned her upper body upside down without smothering herself or destroying the garment completely. Noko held the pose, then inched a bit further downward before standing up straight. She placed her hands on her hips and bent backwards, letting out a small grunt. "Ok, then let's get started! One, two, three... go!"

Noko counted slowly enough that her warning actually took a good six or seven seconds, and she bent her knees slightly with each word, putting her hands out in front of her defensively. On "go!" she immediately broke into a full sprint, and upon nearing Sam, she leaped into the air, swinging her feet up and throwing her arms out. Noko hurtled towards Sam at chest height, parallel to the ground, for a diving crossbody attack.

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"Mhmm!" Sam answered her her fellow wrestler with an emphatic nod.

"I think it'll be good for the both of us! Fun, too!"

Despite the overwhelming assets Noko put on display with her stretching, Sam didn't seem perturbed at all. The blue haired girl was certainly caught off guard before, but she was willing to accept her new friend just the way she was. With the pleasantries out of the way, Sam assumed a fighting pose of her own. She wasn't sure what to expect from her sparring partner, but as Noko began to count, and as she lowered her stance more and more, Roberts would very slowly be clued in. When Noko exclaimed "go!" and lunged towards her, Sam charged forwards as well.

Noko had jumped off the canvas and opted to throw herself at Sam with a Flying Crossbody to start things off. Sam wasn't an expert in every facet of wrestling attacks, but as an aerialist, she knew a Crossbody when she saw one. After dashing towards Noko, she had already started reacting by bending backwards, aiming to dodge her opponent's Crossbody, Matrix style. Combined with the forwards momentum she had from dashing towards Noko, Sam would bend back and slide under her foe, narrowly dodging the crossbody.

Sam's face would graze Noko's insanely large chest as she slid under the top-heavy woman. After clearing a small enough distance that she'd be safe and out of range of Noko's landing site, Sam would find herself on the canvas on her back, counting herself lucky and she wasn't comically taken down and smushed by her partner's large chest.

"Phew! That is NOT how I wanna go out." She's say while rolling over and scrambling back up to her feet. If the blue haired lightweight managed to get up before Noko did, she would notice Noko on all fours, likely trying to get up as well. If Sam was quick enough, she'd think back to a move that she, coincidentally had found herself wanting to practice earlier that day. Roberts would charge at Noko from the side and attempt to jump over her. She'd try to jump over her and place a hand between Fujimoto's legs, and attempt to roll her up into a pin with an Oklahoma Roll!

If she was successful in doing this, the blue haired lightweight would begin to count!

"ONE!!!!"

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Noko made a small disappointed noise as she passed over Sam's head harmlessly. "Neh!" the pop star commented, the sound quickly growing quieter as she rolled on her side in the air and thudded down on the mat behind her opponent. As a wrestler, Noko faced extremely low expectations about her mobility, thanks to her proportions. Still, she had launched herself into the air and landed in one graceful motion, even if her breasts jiggled obscenely in irrelevant directions throughout the entire process.

"Huh, you're pretty fast," the petite wrestler commented, rolling a short distance across the mat and rising to her hands and knees. "I can usualleeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Noko's attempt at providing her own commentary fell apart as Samantha immediately rolled her up for the pin. Held down on her upper back, Noko squealed, thrashed her head back and forth, and kicked her feet up and down, utterly failing to wiggle free. Her hands slapped the mat as the high pitched complaint grew louder.

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After narrowly and luckily avoiding getting steamrolled by the top-heavy Noko, Sam found an opening. The energetic blue haired girl would dash at Fujikawa and roll her into a pin that took advantage of the fact that her fellow lightweight's frame was so imbalanced. Having rolled Noko onto her upper back and seized some control of her legs, Sam had good leverage to keep the brunette there.

"TWO!!!"

Roberts wanted to thank Noko for the compliment on her speed, but in the heat of the moment, she kept her eyes on the prize and told herself that the two of them would resolve any other discourse afterwards. After all, they were both nice an sociable girls. It's not like there would be any hard feelings.

"THREE! I did it!" With that, Sam would clinch victory and release Noko before immediately attempting to help her up. She'd give the woman a warm smile while complimenting her back. "Hey! You're really good! I swear I'd have probably lost or at least been on the ropes for quite a while if you had hit me with that splash. Really, it feels like I got off easy cause I was lucky..."