L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Now that the pair had stopped their sobbing, there was another issue that had to be dealt with. Suzume was hanging awkwardly out of Katsumi's car. "Sorry I...this is kinda...It wasn't on purpose!" she stammered as she tried to just figure out what she had gotten herself into. Again the teasing came but this time she didn't mind it as much. It didn't feel at all mean spirited. "My goofy ass was NOT doing that." She pouted. If she had the space she would have crossed her arms in response.

All of a sudden Suzume felt herself being dragged into the car. This of course was the exact opposite of where she was now trying to go. "Wait! Hold on mmffff Atsummmm...eh" She whined as her cheek was smushed against the seat cushion. It wasn't long though before she was flipped over and landed with her back on the driver's seat and her legs resting over Kat's lap. The smaller woman flailed her feet for a moment as she scrambled to maneuver herself back up and into a seated position. "Ok...maybe next time I'll use the door." She mumbled before patting her shirt down.

And now, with Suzume sitting up, she's perched on Katsumi's lap. The punkette gives her a flat, but bemused look. "Your goofy ass was so doing that."

She pulls the door latch and opens it. Her hips twist, attempting to scoot Suzume on out of the car. Once done, she'll step out to follow suit. "I get it, you wanted a turn being on top. Only fair, right?," she asks, back to teasing her.

Suzume finds herself quickly sliding off of Katsumi's lap and onto her feet. Once again she pats herself down and fixes herself. While a slight blush had formed across her face, Kat's comments only caused it to darken. "Oohhhhhh my god! I was not, I was NOT!" She yelled, now vigorously shaking her head no. She barely had time to get her bearings straight and already she was flustered. It seemed to be the woman's natural state by now.

"If I was trying you'd know it." Suzume huffed. She puffed her cheeks out and turned her head to the side, crossing her arms below her chest. "I'd woo you so hard I wouldn't even have to ask for a turn." She started to say, the words kind of just coming out of her mouth without much thought. She stood by her words though.

"When it comes to pitchin' woo, you throw like a girl!"

Katsumi gives Suzume a cheshire grin. She's proud of that line. She wants to use it again already.

She climbs out of the car and shuts the door after her, continuing the boast. "We could even do a match like that skanky Sienna and wrestle in bikinis, and I'd still be impervious!" That was a nightmarish experience, in all honesty. But making light of it makes it feel a little better.

Suzume raised her eyebrow in confusion. It wasn't too long ago that she had been called boy as an insult but now the opposite was supposed to be bad. "Wait...Isn't that the point? I'm SUPPOSED TO woo like a girl." she started to explain. It wasn't long before she stops though seeing as how it wouldn't do her much good to continue. Katsumi was already going on to the next topic anyway.

"Like who? No no no! Not happening. From now on I'm wrestling in full attire. Sweatshirt zipped all the way up and jeans." she exclaimed. She had of course been persuaded to wrestle in less but it was clear to her that such things were not for her. At the very least she'd want some cover. "I didn't know you did that though. Not that it really stops you from like kicking butt though. It probably just makes it easier if you can get over...well the crowd."

The protest gets a blink from Katsumi. After taking a moment to process, she exhales an airy giggle and moves forward to the be-spectacled girl. "Did all that skin contact with me tonight get ya worked up, sweetie~?," she coos. "And I mean, 'course I do. We're ladies. We're hot. Dudes wanna see us wrestle in skimpy clothes. I'm not lezzing out in the ring or anything, and my bits are all covered, so who cares? It's like a showing of confidence. And it's like... like gladiator stuff. I love that."

"Staaaaahp it!" Suzume whined as Katsumi continued to tease her without mercy. She'd give the taller woman a slight shove away and for a moment just glare at her before returning to her previous expression. She was surprised to hear that Katsumi indeed wrestled in such attire. From the way things had played out she figured the woman was very much about keeping up her current appearance.

Nodding her head Suzume agreed with her friend mostly until the end. "Confidence?" She repeated, almost as if it was a foreign concept to her. Of course there were things she was confident about but there was plenty more that didn't fit into that category. "I mean...I guess. But like...I'll let you have all the gladiator stuff. I'm more of a street fighter girl."

"Aahhhww!," coos Katsumi amidst laughter. She swings her left arm around to attempt catching Suzume around the neck in a light headlock, likely mushing her cheek into her chest. Her other hand would set to mussing the already-mussed hair. "Poor thing. All hot'n bothered by lil' ol' me! And by the way? Street Fighter girls still show skin. Just look at Cammy! Even Sakura shows off tummy!"

"Waaaah! Ehhh! Katsumiiiiii!" Suzume whined as she was swiftly pulled into a headlock. It wasn't anything terribly uncomfortable but the brunette still didn't need her cheek smushed against the punkette. "Come onnnn!" She continued to yell. Finally she shifted slightly so she could look up at Kat from the corner of her eye and flash her a slight grin. "I'mma bite you. I swear I will." she threatened. Finally though she stopped squirming and accepted the fact that this is where she was now, messed up hair and all. Luckily any more of a mess didn't change her appearance that much.

"Hmmphh...I showed my tummy." She mumbled, referencing the outfit she wore during the match. "You poked it...never again."

"Don't you bite my boobs!"

Katsumi, class act.

To better dissuade such chomping, Katsumi ruffles the brunette's hair more vigorously! Tussle-tussle-tussle!

"Eheheh!," giggles the Punk Princess guiltily. "I totally did. It was cute! I was just talkin' shit because it was in the ring! I mean, god, of course you're not a boy, and you're not fat. I was just trying to get under your skin!"