L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Despite the mounting tension, spectators and journalists discreetly moved closer to get a better shot of the intense staredown. Some feared a brawl would break out, others wanted it, and still others didn't dare intervene to end the misunderstanding between the two heavyweights... But everyone remained silent and discreet.

Ambre noticed her opponent's fists were clenched, and despite the redhead's threats, she didn't back down or let herself be intimidated. After all, she wasn't the type to fight outside the ring, and as champion, she had to set an example... And luckily, an idea came to her.

"Try it, make me if you dare... But in the ring."

Ambre slowly lowered her belt, bringing it to the level of her face and Ashley's, while staring intently into her opponent's eyes.

"We Are LAW 8. Let's fight over this belt so we settle this like wrestlers... If you can call yourself one of them."

Tension was at an all-time high the moment Ambre decided to lower the belt, but far from complying with Ashley's demands, the champion decided to throw a challenge directly to the redhead. Placing the belt right in front of the redhead's eyes. Daring her to try and take it in an official match.

For Ashley, it seemed almost normal that her mouth often led her to almost as many encounters as the official LAW promoters. That and her notorious lack of patience...

And now, right in front of the entire media world, the ball was on her court.

Perhaps she was still mad about the sea of ​​people crowding the place that day; perhaps it was Ambre's attitude: confident, cocky, and carrying that damned belt everywhere, showing it off as if it were one of the world's wonders. Maybe it was the fact that this little encounter had kept her from her usual training routine... but.... something about the whole situation irritated her immensely. Her anger was growing with each passing second... and the brunette in front of her eyes appeared as the main culprit.

Ambre's words fell on her ears like a fiery spark, suddenly igniting a volcano. Ashley didn't move, keeping her eyes fixed on Ambre's as she replied, her words direct and cutting-

"You are dead, hon-!"

Ashley suddenly raised her hand and engulfed Ambre's entire face with it, her sharp nails digging into her skin while trying to hold a firm grip on her head, then she immediately proceeded to shove the champion away, putting her entire body into motion by taking one step forward while rotating her torso to make sure she was pushing Ambre with all her might in an attempt to make her lose her balance and hopefully drop her to the floor.

Ambre stared intently at Ashley, waiting for a response from her opponent... And she got it quickly! The redhead responded like a brute, not with words, but by grabbing the Frenchwoman's face with her hand, lightly scratching Ambre's brow before shoving her hard back. The Black Pearl tried to fight to stay on her feet... But Ashley was incredibly strong, and Ambre hadn't expected such force!

"Oof..."

The champion then fell to the ground facing her opponent, sitting with her belt in her hand. Reporters rushed to capture the moment, immortalizing the scene, as Ambre's face hardened even further. This time, she glared at the redhead!

But Ambre remained silent. She stood up without a word, sighing softly as she straightened her back to face the taller wrestler and continued to look her in the eyes. Impatience was starting to set in for the Frenchwoman, who was still waiting for an answer... but who absolutely didn't want to fight outside the ring.

"Do you accept the title match... Or not ?!"

Ashley smirked.

Watching the woman fall to the ground in such an embarrassing way brought her a slight sense of satisfaction. She wasn't expecting Ambre to drop so easily; she even expected the French woman to try to resist, grab her hand, or push back...

Yet, none of this happened, almost as if she had just... let it happen. Ashley's eyes remained fixed on the champion, while this one slowly rose. The Brit was reading herself for any kind of retaliation on her part. However, Ambre calmly walked back to her. Her expression was unchanged from before.

Repeating her question.

This indifference...

This gesture, not caring about any provocations... only infuriated Ashley even more... However, she understood that there was no point in continuing to escalate the altercation; even someone as thickheaded as her could read the room at that moment.

She remained silent for a beat, crossing stares with Ambre until she finally replied firmly. "I do!"

Ambre was a fighter through and through, taking her opponents, her rivals, and the title that was currently hers seriously. She was champion and had successfully defended her title for the first time, but that wasn't enough to be considered the champion... at least, not as much as the former heavyweight champions.

She needed to be more imposing, more serious, more authoritative... And to achieve this, she remained focused on one thing: her opponent's response.

The Frenchwoman sighed confidently after her opponent's slow but positive reply, softening her expression to appear less angry. After all, even though she had just been shoved and ignored for several long seconds, the Black Pearl's anger toward her opponent was only fueled by Ashley's words regarding the belt.

"Well, it settled then."

Ambre turned around, still wearing her belt over her shoulder, as she began to take a few steps toward the exit, considering her interview over, even though the audience was starting to make noise again, wondering if the Black Pearl was really going to end her interview like that... But after a few steps, the Frenchwoman stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned her head slightly, smiling playfully at her challenger.

"Enjoy your interview, at least."

Then she continued on her way out.

Ashley expression remained unchanged, like carved in stone. Her furious gaze had winded down, still she continued to stare daggers at the heavyweight as she made her way out. Seemingly uninterested in exchanging any more words.

The Red Menace was ready for a full on brawl to ensue right there and then; However, the complete opposite had just happened, she was now headed for an official title match at the next big PPV.

Of course, the only thing on Ashley's mind was putting this pretentious little brat down for the count, see if she was going to keep acting all high and mighty after that. Having the belt around her waist was going to be a nice added bonus.

Ashley frowned, turning back to look at the reporters approaching her, eager to hear her talk.

"I hope you all enjoyed..." She said, unironically.

"Cuz it's the last time you see her carrying that belt around!"