L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Once again, Kat managed to make Clara pout, comparing the two women’s heights, before trying to downplay Clara’s words, before both women pushed their chests into each other, camera’s from Kat’s fans’ phones clicking as they caught the shot of the two women pitting themselves against each other.

”Someday…maybe sooner than you think…” Clara would say, stepping away from Kat: “And you’ll learn then the value of your transgressions against me…mwahahaha…” Clara would slip into the Shadow Lord character, still keeping eye contact with Kay, before turning to her group…sending them a quick air kiss to many cheers!

From there, the Brit swiftly turned away, her cheeks burning bright red from embarrassment. Wrestling was one thing, but a crowd on a day she planned to be her day off from her job was a bit overwhelming for the British woman…

Katsumi doesn't shy back from her, having picked and poked at Clara to her heart's content. That pout is delightful. How could she not enjoy putting it on the Brit's face? And the cameras surely love every second of it, too. Tabloids will have fun with that.

The punkette's expression shifts, the corner of her lips pinching into a little smirk. Then she's leaving, with that classic cackle.

Katsumi blinks.

"Hey! You don't get to cackle! You lost! I get to cackle!," she fusses as the shorter girl leaves. "Ha-ha-ha! See! We talked about this!"

It is now Katsumi's turn to pout; lips pursed into a stubborn moue, squinting after the other girl. Cameras flash again, reminding Katsumi that she has a very present audience. Turning, she waves her arms. "Alright, that's enough! You'll have plenty to photo when I'm pinning'er later! Shoo, minions, shoo!" She flaps her arms.

Laughing, the gathering starts to disperse, all except for the janitor. He lingers, staring, requiring a few extra flaps of the arms.

At last, Katsumi is alone; posture slouched, head hung. How does this keep happening? Do LAW girls all hang out at arcades? Is this the new watering hole? But to take on, and take down, GASTER... that's a match that'll mean something. That could really set her trajectory. That could dig her out of this goddamn mire.

Ah, hell. Did she insult her earlier? In a rare moment of clarity, or more likely overthinking things, Katsumi takes off!

The doors of the arcade burst open, shoulder-checked with authority. And there, she'd find Clara scooting away on her exit. Having no idea that she actually struggles with attention, she takes off after her with a pitchy, "CLAAARAAA!"

It gets some odd looks from other pedestrians, but thankfully, no one recognizes them here. Once she catches up to her side, she flashes a bright, cheeky smile. "Hey." Beat. "'Sup."