Ossi Gets Framed! - Featuring Ember & Arachne

[dddybee]

After writing the note on Ember's locker and framing Ossi, Arachne eagerly awaited Ember's response. Hiding and stalking the shorty within the locker room, the drama-loving delinquent awaited her wicked scheme to progress! And surely enough, Ember would finish her shower, dry herself, and dress herself, before noticing the naughty note! Arachne snickered and hid herself extra well, when Ember looked back and forth in the locker room for answers. The only answer the middleweight would initially receive, was the note itself. And judging from Ember's audible reaction, it succeeded in provoking her!

It took all of Arachne's willpower to resist the ever-growing urge to laugh. Her cheeks were puffed up and little snickers escaped, but she managed to control herself. The clever lightweight took note of the fact that apparently Ember had never heard of Ossi before. Arachne thought the jobber's failings were famous, or rather infamous. But no worries. Widow would simply have to educate Ember on the matter. "It's show time." The spider whispered to herself, before making her grand appearance.

"Hello there. Arachne couldn't help but notice you seem a tad upset. Perhaps I can be of assistance. Arachne knows who Ossi is. A dark-skinned woman with long black hair, and a yellow and green patterned attire. You can't miss her. And I just saw her today, and the direction she was heading in. Though I'm curious as to why you're asking. What seems to be the problem, my fellow peace-loving purple girl? And what's that paper in your hand?" The devious spider sounded as innocent as possible, putting on a great act!

[Darius 2.0]

After reading the note, Ember swung open her locker door, pulled her clothes out of it and started to dress herself again, though she would do so with noticeably more anger in every movement she made. She even grumbled to herself as she did. Though obviously she was ticked off by the insults written down in the letter, she was more irritated by the fact that this Ossi didn't have the guts to say those things to her face! It was those acts of spiteful cowardice that Ember just couldn't stand! She doubted that Ossi Shamar, whoever she was, wouldn't say those things to Ember were that face to face. Unfortunately, having no idea what this woman looked like, Ember's desire for a confrontation would likely go unrealized.

But just as Ember had pulled her yoga pants up over her bubbly butt, she was suddenly greeted by an unfamiliar voice. Blinking, Ember turned to see the most strangely dressed woman she had ever seen walking up to her! The stranger was dressed in a getup that made her look like a spider; complete with extra arms and a mask with extra eyes! Narrowing her eyes cautiously on Arachne as she spoke (having learned her name from the third person way the woman spoke), Ember discovered that she knew where Ossi Shamar was!

"You do?" Ember gasped. Listening to the apt description provided to her, Ember now had a clear picture on what the troublesome Ossi looked like. Even better, the woman was apparently still here! After telling Ember exactly what she wanted to know, right after she was asked why she was so upset. "Oh, you won't believe this! She left this note on my locker telling me all the ways she could kick my ass! I've never even met her! What kind of grown woman does something like this for no reason? UGH! I'm gonna go see what her problem is with me. Thanks for the tip!" No questioning how the arachnid themed wrestler came by this information in the first place, Ember slammed her locker shut and headed for the door into the gym. A dark skinned woman in a green and yellow outfit should be easy to spot....

[dddybee]

After successfully framing Ossi and provoking Ember, the next step of Arachne's evil plan was to let the shortie know of Ossi's physical description and whereabouts. And the mischievous heel would do just that, with a deceitfully innocent and polite tone. "Gasp! Oh, good golly! That is unbelievable!" Arachne would respond, faking her ignorance regarding what was truly going on. "You're oh so welcome! And you know what? Arachne will come with you to personally lead you to where my eight eyes spotted Ossi last. No worries, girl! Arachne's sure this is all one big....misunderstanding."

The villainess was snickering evilly in her mind. She absolutely adored this type of deception and drama. Arachne had come this far. And the only thing that could throw a wretch in her plot now, was the possibility of Ossi actually deescalating the situation. At least for now, Ember only seemed to want to confront Ossi, not immediately squash her as Arachne had planned. The spider was counting on Ossi's rude and mouthy personality to get her into trouble, even if the Arab claimed not to know what Ember was talking about. But Arachne wasn't worried. After all, she had chosen to frame Ms. Shamar, and not a more polite girl, for a very good reason...

And so Arachne would go with Ember. After the two found Ossi from a distance, the spider would let her fellow purple girl go off to confront the Arab. Afterwards, Arachne would hide herself from the sight of both other girls. She was close enough to hear and see exactly what was going on. But Arachne didn't want to re-reveal her presence to Ossi just yet. She didn't want the arrogant Arab getting suspicious, and potentially connecting her appearance to what was going on with Ember. So Ms. Spyder would lay low for now, patiently waiting for things between her fellow wrestlers to escalate tenfold!

[arktriumph]

Ossi huffed as she looked at herself in the mirror, having finally regained some composure after her encounter with the water-balloon throwing bandit. At length she'd dried herself off, and gotten changed into a fresh set of her green and gold wrestling gear. Now she wanted to ensure her appearance was back up to her usual impeccable standard before she returned to the gym to find the anarchic arachnid and exacted some revenge!

"Just you wait," she muttered to herself. "No one treats Ossi Shamar that way and gets to brag about it."

She preened in front of one of the mirrors in the locker room changing area, smoothing down her luscious locks of dark hair and turning left and right, posing and trying to capture the best angle of her curves in a series of selfies. Her mood began to improve as she looked at herself - she looked good, like a proper professional, no matter what her record said!

Little did the Arab beauty know, however, that she was about to have an audience for her vanity, as a furious Ember entered the locker room, with Arachne skulking on her heels to watch the fallout from her devious schemes...

[Darius 2.0]

As she stormed through the locker room, Ember tried to calm herself down a bit before she inevitably confronted Ossi Shamar. Upset as she was at this provocation, she wasn't about to start a scene because that's exactly what this woman wanted. It wasn't the first time that Ember had been harassed and it likely wouldn't be the last. If she snapped off at every lowlife who mocked her she'd likely be pummeling most of the LAW roster. SO instead of that, she was going to have an actual conversation with Ossi to see just what this woman's problem was with her. She couldn't be that unreasonable, right?

Thanks to the description that strangely mannered spider-girl had given her, finding Ossi Shamar actually proved to be pretty easy. Ember soon spotted her in the locker room changing area before a large mirror, taking a series of selfies. Like, A LOT of selfies. Of course, Ember was no stranger to the gym selfie herself but.....wow.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Ember would start to march her way up behind where Ossi stood. No doubt the Arab would see Ember coming in the mirror before she even got there. "Excuse me. Ossi Shamar?" Ember would ask in a steady tone. "You mind if we talk?"

[arktriumph]

Ossi snapped a few more good-looking selfies, but in the final snap of the phone she was annoyed to see another figure in the background, some other wrestler ruining the backdrop of her vanity shots. Looking up, she now saw in the mirror that the woman was walking up to her, and a surge of frustration boiled through her. After her encounter with Arachne Ossi was not in the mood to mingle with any of LAW's plebeian rank-and-file today.

But it seemed there was no escaping it. The woman walked right up behind her and addressed her by name.

With a huff of impatience, Ossi let her phone drop and turned from the mirror to face the newcomer, looking her up and down distastefully.

"Yes? Well, what?" she snapped primly, not really interested in the answer but not in a position to outright ignore this interloper either. "Is there a reason you decided to interrupt my session and slip yourself into my photos?"

[Darius 2.0]

Now that she was face to face with Ossi Shamar, Ember was quite certain now that she had never met this woman before in her life. Standing taller than Ember (big surprise), the beautiful Syrian woman cut quite a figure. She was fit as a wrestler should be but still managed to maintain a kind of slenderness to her form. Her bright outfit contrasted beautifully with her dark skin, making Ember just a little envious that she didn't have a cool wrestling outfit to wear. Simply put, Ember would have remembered coming across an pretty individual as Ossi Shamar.

But that spell would soon be broken as soon as Ossi opened her mouth to berate Ember. The haughty tone of her voice and the derogatory way in which she addressed Ember immediately rubbed the shorty the wrong way. However, for the same sake of a peaceful interaction, Ember swallowed her indignity and put on a smile.

"Sorry about that," Ember said to the Syrian. "I was just hoping we could talk, Ms. Shamar. See, I'm not really looking to get into any sort of drama here at LAW. SO if you're looking for a feud or something I'm afraid I'm just not interested." Trying to keep her tone as reasonable as possible, Ember continued. "Look, we're both professional wrestlers. I have some wins, you no doubt have some wins. So rather than trying to get under either others skin how bout we just stay out of each others way? Wait until we're actually scheduled in a match together?"

[arktriumph]

Ossi watched; listened as Ember spoke her piece. With each word that came from the shorter wrestler the Arab beauty's frown grew deeper. The woman was babbling, talking absolute gibberish! Ossi looked at her with an expression of barely disguised contempt, putting her phone aside and planting her hands on her hips as she squared up to the other woman.

"What on earth are you prattling about?" Ossi exclaimed shrilly. "Let's be clear, you insolent little fool, I have no idea who you are and I don't much care to find out. Whatever idiotic game you're playing, you can take it somewhere else. I have better things to do than waste time with your ilk."

And with that tirade delivered, she turned her back to Ember with a flounce, returning her attention to the mirror, and to herself, though keeping one eye on the other wrestler to see what reaction she may have goaded out of her. She smirked to herself, pointedly ignoring Ember and making minute adjustments to her green gold wrestling attire to make it sit just right on her svelte frame - an act of much more importance to her than whatever nonsense this newcomer was warbling on about.

[Darius 2.0]

TO say Emberr was taken aback at the nasty way Ossi responded to her offers of peace would be a major understatement! The shorty's mouth literally fell open as the dark skinned woman proceeded to snap at her for no reason. Ossi went off on a rant on how she had no idea who Ember was, as well as calling her a few choice names, all in the shrillest, most arrogant way possible! When she was done, she abruptly turned her back to the stunned shorty with a purposeful flourish. But through the reflection in the mirror, Ember could see the pleased expression on the woman's face that practically dripped with contempt for her.

Ember's fists clenched at her sides and she could feel the color rising to her face. Anger welled up like a balloon inside her, threatening to pop at any moment. The nerve on this woman! To not only deny sending her that cowardly note but to act so disrespectful when Ember confronted her about it?! From this one interaction with Ossi, Ember was sure she had written that note. Every word on that page certainly reflected the arrogance this woman possessed, and nothing would have made Ember happier in that moment than to wipe that smug look on the Arab's face!

But in a stunning display of self-control, Ember took a deep breath inward before taking a big exhale. "Look," she said through gritted teeth. "You don't want to admit what you did? Fine. I'm just saying I'm not looking for a fight, no matter how many names you choose to call me. So how bout we just bury the hatchet and go our separate ways?"

[arktriumph]

Ossi listened to Ember talk with a growing sense of boredom and annoyance. The girl wouldn't just take a hint and be on her way. The arrogant Arab had no idea why this fool was so determined to accuse her of ... something, but she didn't much care. With a huff of annoyance she put her phone down squared up to the shorter woman, hands planted on her hips as she looked down her nose at Ember.

"Isn't someone just a little self important?" Ossi sneered. "Why on earth would I be interested in fighting a nobody like you? I don't even know who you are. I have nothing I need to admit to, especially to a rude little upstart who can't mind her own business. Now, if you want to go your separate way, by all means, don't let me stop you. Get out of here and go pester someone else."

She glared down at the woman, daring her to respond, waiting to see if Ember would finally take the hint and remove herself from the Syrian's presence!