It was amazing what being in the right place at the right time could do. Allie Lee had only attended a LAW event as part of her vlog documenting the sights around Tokyo, expecting it to be once and done like any of the other attractions she'd featured. But she had taken a liking to what she saw, and she had put out enough fancams and streams discussing LAW that the company had taken notice and became an official sponsor of her channel. Ever since then, her relationship with the promotion had only grown closer and closer. She had the privilege of attending several LAW events for free, even sometimes serving as a ring announcer or guest commentator - and most recently, hot on the heels of the attention her charity ironwoman match with fellow streamer Chiaki Nanami had brought to the company, she was in talks to join the roster as a full-fledged wrestler. Everything was changing for Allie faster than she could keep track of - but she looked to the future with excitement at where it might take her next!
In addition to all of that, LAW had offered Allie the opportunity to use their recording studio to produce her streams - and she had taken this as an invitation to hype up the next chapter in her LAW journey. Now, she was seated behind a desk, the cameras rolling in front of her, as she greeted them with her trademark smirk and an eager wave. Spoiler
"Hiiiiii, all my Kawaii Kommandos out there! Konichiwa! I'm sure we all know the news - I'm gonna be joining LAW as a wrestler, y'all guys!" She flashed two peace signs to the camera to punctuate that statement. "Now, I'm still in talks with a few people about my training, so I'm not ready to hop on board just yet. But rest assured, some day, you're gonna see me in the ring! And when that happens, I want all the super-amazing Kawaii Kommandos out there in the world to cheer suuuuper loud for me, okay? I wanna hear you guys!"
Then, Allie tapped a stack of notes against her desk. "Today's another LAW stream, which means I'm recording from the comfort of the LAW headquarters here in Tokyo - is that cool or what? And as such, today's gonna be allll about our favorite promotion in the world of wrestling!" She had to make the corporate interest happy, after all. "We're gonna be discussing our predictions for We Are LAW, going over some of the highlights of the last month, but first, we're gonna try something new! Our sponsors have picked out a list of LAW wrestlers for me to give my thoughts on, so...welcome to the first-ever episode of Allie-san Reviews Your Faves!~ Let's see who we have first up..."
Picking up the sheet of paper on the desk in front of her, Allie tilted her head and examined the words closely. "First up iiiiiis...Veyle Ombroso?" Her brow furrowed in thought. "Well, a feature like this is always gonna leave a few stans in the crowd disappointed, but I'm sorry, I don't really have much to say about her. She's trying to play up the crazy chick I-can-fix-her act, I guess? But it's only gonna take her so far. I mean, her performance in the ring...hasn't really delivered. I mean, Niko Tomiji took her out. In a mercy match. If all you need is a big chest to smother her out with, then...I don't mean to brag, guys, but I'd be perfect to fight Veyle, and I could totally take her out too!" She puffed her chest out to accentuate her point. "Maybe one day, when I'm through with my training, I will. Anyway..."
In all of Allie's excitement, however, she had forgotten one important thing - she left the door open.
Veyle Ombroso had just finished up a meeting with some useless, idiotic LAW paper pushers about her future match bookings. They had been concerned about the Italian's "concerning mental stability," and that they needed to ensure that she "had recovered from the physical toll of her last match." But what they could not seem to grasp was that after said last match, Veyle needed to get back into the ring to redeem herself from the utter humiliation she suffered in that fight.
At this point in time, Veyle wasn't incredibly keen on showing her face to other people, especially within LAW. So as she was exiting the LAW headquarters, she took the path that went past the in-house recording studios. It was deliberately designed to be long and out of the way so that people wouldn't take this route unless they actually had business there to minimize the amount of outside noise that anybody working in there would have to deal with.
Sure enough, Veyle was the only soul in the hallway. With how bustling the rest of the building was, it was almost like an abandoned ghost wing of a high school that had been rendered obsolete and unused by some incident or renovation. But as Veyle was passing the recording rooms, she heard her name. She didn't feel like she was being talked to, but instead being talked about. So she decided to peek through the open door to see what was going on.
Veyle's feeling was right, as she saw a woman she didn't recognize clearly in the middle of either a stream or recording. And she was talking about her. She was talking about her match against Niko Tomiji and not only badmouthed her wrestling, but brushed of her very personality as a gimmick.Think you could take me? I'll make you regret the day you learned the word wrestling, Veyle thought. As the second coming of two personalities, the sadist Veyle was very prickly when it came to her personhood. She could walk away if this bimbo had only insulted her wrestling against Niko. That was her failure that she had to live with the consequences of. But having who she was as a human accused to the world of being something fake was more than enough for Veyle to start scheming on how to utterly break this blonde bitch.
This woman's camera wasn't pointed at the door, so only the way Veyle would be spotted would be if the blonde turned towards the door instead. But she was so engrossed with her content that she never so much as glanced away from her setup. The monochrome haired woman would slip silently through the door so that she wouldn't be caught spying by anyone who may happen to come this way, and then wait for the content creator to finish. The moment she did, Veyle would finally announce her presence by loudly shutting the door and clicking the lock in place. "You seem to have built quite the opinion of me, but one quite wrong. I can't help but feel the need to abuse you of your notions," she said as she slowly walked towards the blonde, her misspeaking fully intentional. When Veyle did reach her anonymous verbal assailant, she would grab her by the throat. "Yet I'd like to know the name of my accuser first before I make my arguments. Come on, choke it out."
Already, the provocative comments Allie had made about Veyle had stirred up some discourse in the chat, and she smirked with satisfaction - that was exactly the way she liked it. If there was one thing Allie had learned from her father, it was that controversy sold, and that she was only successful as long as people were talking about her. There was no better way to grow her audience and keep the spotlight on her than to give LAW her unfiltered thoughts - and even if people didn't like her for it, there was no such thing as bad publicity! If she was already generating this much buzz by throwing shade on a nobody Veyle, she could only imagine what the world would think when she started slinging some spicy takes on some of LAW's real stars. But right as she opened her mouth and leaned closer to the microphone to begin her next speech...Allie heard the door slam shut behind her.
At that very moment, everything changed for Allie. Gone was that smug look of knowing she was in control. She jumped back in her seat, and her eyes went wide as the color drained away from her face. Shit. Had she left the door open!? She didn't even realize. Slowly, she turned around in her chair - and when she saw it was none other than Veyle herself standing right in front of her, the blonde could feel the moment her confidence left her.
"V-Veyle..!? Oh, uh, hey there! I didn't...know you came here, uhhh...hiiii? You want a T-shirt or something?" Allie waved her hand invitingly, but the twitch in her eyelid and the stammering in her voice was well enough to tip off that she was far from in control any more. When she had only seen Veyle from behind a screen, with her face buried deep in Niko's cleavage, she didn't seem so tough. But now that she was standing in front of her in the flesh...suddenly, she seemed a lot less convinced she could take her.
And only a second later, Veyle made her intentions perfectly clear when she darted closer as quick as a snake, grabbing Allie by the throat! Her face contorted in a wince, and she sputtered and groaned. She tried to twist and turn, trying to worm her way free, but Veyle's grip was ironclad! And the sinister sting in her voice was enough to send a shudder down Allison's spine. Ordinarily, if someone came to her not knowing who she was, Allie would mock them, because of course everyone who was anyone knew Allie Lee, and only a loser would have to ask. But now, she couldn't bother - now, she was too afraid for her life!
"It's, uh, Allie, ma'am...Allie Lee..." She coughed, her whole body trembling. "Do you think you can, uhh...l-let me go, please..?"
"Heh, hehehe," Veyle laughed at Allie's response to realizing that the wrestler she had just trashed was in the room and heard everything. "No, what I want, is a match. Not quite here and now, just, at the ring in the basement of this building in however long it takes us to get down there."
"Allie Lee," parroted Veyle. "I see." The flat-chested woman did let go of her bustier counterpart's throat, but she was not letting her go. Veyle sat down on Allie's lap and loosely wrapped her arms around the streamer's shoulders in order to keep her stuck down on her chair. "If all it takes to beat me are these," the Italian said as she grabbed and yanked on one of Allie's breasts, "then you shouldn't have any problem beating me, right?"
"But I guess we don't have to go down there to fight," said Veyle. "If you really don't want to, we could just start right here and now. But if we do that. . . no one will ever be able to know what I did to you." Veyle's tone shifted from teasing and mocking to as threateningly murderous as she could make it. She wanted Allie to have no misunderstanding of what she planned to do if the blonde refused this match.
Assuming that Allie didn't take the suicidal option, Veyle would continue with her plan. "Wonderful," she said, shifting back to her teasing tone. "Well this is spur of the moment, so we won't be able to get a TV broadcast. But I saw you earlier, you're a streamer right? I bet a lot of your fans are still online. Send out some notifications on your socials for a surprise double stream, go live, and we can announce the match together. We could even stream it from your channel along with the LAW ones, just so all the of your fans can watch!"
Staying on top of Allie, Veyle would start rummaging through the streamer's pockets until she found her phone, which she would then place in its owner's hands. "Go on," she said, waiting for her victim to obey her commands. Once everything was in place, and Allie was ready to start the second stream, only then did Veyle get off and stand up next to her.
"Hello, LAW fans, Allie fans. I'm Veyle Ombroso here, guest starring on Allie's surprise second stream. We have an announcement to make!" Veyle said, instantly taking command of the stream over the channel's actual owner. "Now I happened to catch wind of Allie's first stream today, where she said some very negative things about me. Negative things that I don't feel were fair or accurate to me either. So I spoke to Allie here about it, and we came to an arrangement! Would you care to tell them what we're doing?" The sadist turned her head to the blonde, leveling a glare at her unseen to the camera that would make it clear that any attempts to go off-script would not be tolerated.
Once Allie was done saying that they would be having a livestreamed match in just a few minutes, Veyle would immediately come back in, "And here are the stipulations for our match: Trifecta! One of us has to win three rounds; one by pin, one by KO, and one by submission to win the match. A 3 out of 5 where you have to win by each of the three ways you can win in a standard match. We understand that with how quickly we're putting this on, a lot of people might not even realize we're having a match for awhile. So we wanted to have a ruleset that would make the match go nice and long so those people can join in the fun and be able to still see a good amount of the match live. I think that's all for our little 'press conference,'" Veyle said before turning again to Allie, glare again included. "Anything else you'd like to say before we head down to the ring?"
One moment, Allie had been mocking Veyle from the comfort of behind the screen. Absorbed in the smug satisfaction of having the attention of all her fans on her and cheering her on, she had even gotten it in her head that she could beat her. But everything changed the moment that Allie was confronted with Veyle, face to face - a Veyle that had heard everything she'd thrown at her, and who was all the more eager to cut her down to size for it. Now, all that confidence melted away. All she could do was stare back at Veyle, her eyes wide and her face a stark white. For how much she mocked Veyle as being crazy and seeking attention earlier...now, she was seeing for herself just how crazy she could really be.
Allie didn't even fight back as Veyle forced her into the chair and sat down in her lap, keeping her pinned down. She just stared at her through wide and glassy eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't even stop Veyle as she grabbed her breast - she winced from the pain and let out a squeal, but she knew that if she so much as raised a finger, it could spell disaster. Even if Veyle had said she wanted a match, Allison still wasn't entirely convinced that she wasn't going to slit her throat - and in that moment, it seemed like she might do exactly that if she made the wrong move. When Veyle reminded the Floridian that she was alone and that no one would intervene if anything happened, it certainly didn't make things any easier.
"I'm...I...o-okay..." Allie stammered out her reply with a gulp. Now, the thought of facing Veyle in a match seemed far less inviting - but she had no other choice. All she could do was nod her head meekly. In the heat of the moment, Allie had completely forgotten that she had been streaming a while ago...but when Veyle reminded her that they were still in front of the cameras, she jumped a little in her seat. Things had just gotten a whole lot worse. Now, Veyle was holding her hostage, and her fans were about to know!
A cold sweat ran down her brow as Veyle passed her the phone, and her clammy fingers paddled at the buttons. "Y-Yeah, uh...I will..." Her mind was racing, trying to think of a suitable escape route. How did Morse code work again? Was a left or a right wink a dash? Consumed by panic, she couldn't find the answers when she needed them most!
Regardless, Allie had no other options. She had to accede to Veyle's demands, for the sake of her own head. Soon enough, the stream had gone live once again - this time, with Veyle taking center stage!
Right away, the chat replay was abuzz with activity. Many viewers were shocked to see that Veyle had made an appearance. Some of them were already questioning if this was all a publicity stunt, given how convenient the timing could be. But Allie could do nothing to stop the white-haired girl as she commandeered the broadcast. In the background, she flashed two peace signs and an incredibly forced grin. Could people read lips at that far a distance, she thought? If she mouthed out a call for help, would anyone know?
Either way, Veyle had left the announcement in her lap, and Allie froze. How was she supposed to make an announcement like this?"M-Me?!" she whispered to Veyle, but she didn't even wait for an answer before she cleared her throat and faced the camera, knowing the Italian wouldn't tolerate anything funny. "Oh, yeah, I mean, um-! Yeah! Hiiii, Kawaii Kommandos!" She waved, her eye twitching nervously. "So, it turns out Veyle thought a match between us, uh, actually sounded like a great idea, so...we're gonna do it right now in the ring, live on stream! Er, when we get to the ring, anyway...you know what I mean!" Normally, Allie didn't have any trouble getting enthusiastic, but here, it was readily apparent how much she forced the words out of her mouth.
However, even though Allie had been intimidated into playing along well enough with Veyle's demands, she still didn't see the next part coming - when Veyle named the stipulations. Stipulations where Veyle would be able to torment the streamer as much as she pleased, for as long as she wished! This time, Allie's jaw dropped in a gasp. Was Veyle altering the deal on her!? That wasn't part of the plan! In that moment, her shock was enough to overcome her fear, as she blurted out an interjection. "W-Wait..! Hey, I didn't agree to that! I'm not even through my training yet!" But it was too late - the moment Veyle had named the match type, the chat was popping off with excitement at the thought of Allie getting in the ring again!
Veyle figured that it might be too obvious that something was up if she didn't let Allie talk at all, so she gave the bare minimum effort to make it look like a collaborative effort instead of a coercive one. And yet, to Veyle's chagrin, Allie couldn't find it within herself to stay on the damn script, protesting against the stipulation that had been announced.
Veyle's eye twitched a bit before she turned back to the camera. "Well I didn't agree to be dragged through the mud on your stream, yet we can't all get what we want," she said. "Besides, the fans wouldn't be getting a show worth their time if you just submit and run away as soon as I get close to you."
"Well, I think we're ready to head on down to the ring," said Veyle. "I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get the action started as soon as possible. You'll see us again in a few minutes!" The Italian couldn't turn off the stream since the match would be broadcast from Allie's channel, among others, but she was still dragging the blonde by the collar as soon as they were out of the camera's sight. "Time for some fun."
Allie really didn't want to be here. The whole way through, she was holding out hope that some miracle would happen - that someone would notice the trouble she was in and send help. They could do that, right? Surely someone would see that she was being held against her will! What Veyle was doing definitely broke some sort of law! Hell, she was an American citizen; she could claim diplomatic immunity! She was pretty sure that was how that worked! She might have been trying to play along with Veyle's demands to keep herself out of hot water, but when Veyle brought up that she was going to have to face a match like that, without any preparation, Allie just couldn't keep it to herself any more. She had to say something!
But the moment she did, Veyle hit her with something she hadn't realized - yet something that, when it hit her, caused her blood to run cold in her veins. It was too late for Allie to do anything. Veyle had already made the announcement, and the viewers were already getting hyped up for the match ahead of them! If Allie agreed to this match, she would be in for the beating of her life. Yet, if she tried to back out, she'd look like a coward and a scam artist in front of all of her fans - and to Allie, that might as well have been the same thing. When she lived and died on going viral and garnering attention, to shut this down now and to deny everyone the match they were already placing bets on would be career suicide! And, depending on what Veyle was capable of...quite possibly actual suicide as well.
It would take another yank from Veyle to snap Allie out of her thoughts. "G-Ghhk..!!" With Veyle grabbing at her collar, Allie had no choice but to go blundering after her down the hall. "Okay, okay-!" Whether she liked it or not, all she could do was to go marching to her fate...
