L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"Real quick..."

The man would finally speak up after having watched the plot continue to thicken with the appearances of even more LAW women and the multiplication of the verbal jabs and quips transpiring took place. Chaos was certainly the word to describe what was going on. And it made for great tv. The only person it was a headache for was the official, himself. It was rather hard to manage this chaos when you were the one expected to restore order.

"So right off the bat, everyone who's entered themselves into the middleweight qualifiers, I've got nothing to say to. Everyone involved in that event has an equal shot at the title. Everyone in that event has been given that opportunity. So Miss HINOMOTO (sorry I got that wrong earlier), Nozomi, Alaina, and everyone else this applies to, you've all either been given a shot or already blown it....So you'll have to take a backseat to others for the time-being, at least for the first title defense after the tournament."

He'd rub his head in contemplation for a moment before following up.

"That leaves Kyoko, Isa, and Diana. To be honest, if I was gonna be spiteful, I'd just give it to Isa. Kyoko's trash talk is anything but helpful and Diana's already admitted to missing a deadline for an event she would have otherwise gone for. Despite Isa's sucking up, she's the only one who's thrown out a solid idea.

Round robin would be the fairest option, but it would also take a while. Even with just the 3 of you, that's 3 matches, total. And it only gets much larger if anyone else is thrown in. A triple threat would be easier, since you're all here, but both work, I suppose. What do you guys, think?"

With a quiet hush having fallen over all those around her, perhaps from the voice of authority pitching in, or perhaps simply from exhaustion from the brief bitch-fest, Diana opted to kick things up a notch.

Whilst leaving.

A huge smirk coming to mind, barely holding in a small giggle at her own idea, Diana would suddenly drop to her back. The audience and likely those around her turning, the Italian would walk at a casual, non-threatening pace around the ring itself, onto the ramp, before raising her hand with mic attached.

"That's a pretty good idea...NO...it's a damned good idea...but you know what idea is better still?" Lowering her microphone as she paced right up to the voice of authority itself, Diana would smile a moment yet again before sidestepping. Seemingly going both in the direction of the aforementioned belly fetish queen and the suck-up whom was given no time to answer Diana's call, a harsh glare would be given to the former as Diana passed, remembering her brief team-based altercation with Kyoko. It seemed for a moment she would be closing the distance to Isa herself, before simply passing her alongside Kyoko, albeit not without the briefest of motions being made with her lips.

'Soon.'

Seemingly exiting the arena itself without even stating her idea, Diana would stop herself just shy of the exit. Back-pacing for a moment, she'd finally turn back to the audience, with smile attached and microphone raised, with her other hand now curiously too raising itself.

At the end of it, lied not a wave, nor a point to one of the competitors that answered her cry.

At the end of her arm, laid but a outstretched middle finger.

"Y'ALL FUCK-HEADS CAN COME AND FIGHT ME FOR MY NUMBER ONE CONTENDER SPOT. PEACE OUT, BITCHES!"

Throwing her microphone in the general direction of Isa, now it seemed the time for the Italian's exit was ripe, as she dissipated with a roar of laughter.

Alaina expected the answer she got, and as much as she wanted a piece of any of the wannabe's stepping up she did have a shot, and Natasha beat her. Still, hearing it officially from the boss stung her worse than she could have ever imagined. She was never left off anything like this before. Had she really fallen so far? Isa and Kyoko were in need of a good beatdown, leaving the amazon to hope that Diana could do it. She had a stern, serious look on her face as she exit the ring, staring forward not making eye contact with anyone.

The crowd was happy to focus on the other three, and Alaina was content for the moment with them not noticing how much of a departure from normal her body language was. She at the very least had a rematch with Natasha, one she couldn't wait for. The others would have to come in due time, but Alaina had to take care of her other business first. However, still pride crushing was the fact that the powers that be spoke of her so dismissively. She knew that in terms of a title she was the last in line.

After Diana made her rather unceremonious exit, a short pause ensued. Tensions rose as more and more people began to question exactly how and when the number one contender would be decided. The silence and questions would be broken by the Owner of LAW, who seemed to be biding time for this exact moment.

"Heh...Well this is probably bad timing but....LAW has it's own rules in regards to championship eligibility. In order to compete for a title - any title, have to have worked here for longer than a month.... AND you must wrestled at least 3 matches. To my knowledge, the only person among you that's actually done that is Miss Sanders...."

DeFranco was finished up his statement while attempting to retreat towards the backstage area.

"Even if you were wrestling to become number one contender, you'd still need to compete in and finish two other matches before then. So if and when you're actually eligible to go for gold, please seek me out in my office. Until then, work on your LAW resumes...."

The man would say in a stern voice before finally trying to make his leave and call for his music.