L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Crestfallen though the audience appeared after the match, the overwhelming majority of attendants inevitably accepted the vexing familiarity of Dasher's massive arm being raised skyward. Their tangible disappointment softened somewhat by Angela's valiant struggles throughout the match, the proficient wrestling techniques showcased by the seasoned competitors this day, and the unorthodox sight of Dasher aiding Angela back to her feet in a rarefied demonstration of genuine respect from the loathed bowlcut. All of which earning a small round of applause from the audience as Dasher huffed in exertion from yanking his fellow heavyweight off the canvas, and inexplicably into the only set of arms she'd ever feel small within. The odd dichotomy of the match beginning and culminating with an unexpected embrace was not lost on Dasher, blushing crimson from the warmth of their close proximity and flirtatious lingo behind her words. "AH, YES WELL...*HARRUMPH*...I suppose I can pencil you into my training schedule, for old times’ sake. Provided you stay out of trouble for once..." Dasher's authoritative tone unwavering as he collected himself with a forced harrumph, stepping back and opening the ropes for Angela in a show of chivalry and cordiality towards a fellow colleague he also intended to escort back up the ramp...

Still so easy to tease. It was almost shameful. Angela shuddered to think the chiding Dizzy would give her if she was here, but Angela had gone a good while without the pleasure of good company - she was a bit overdue for a nighttime caller. And there was certainly no harm in treading through worn ground to find it, was there?

“I make absolutely no promises.” Angela took his offer and stepped through the rope, making sure to do so with her back turned towards - coincidence or not, he’d never know but would likely keep guessing. She threw a quick wink his way, then hopped off the apron and made her way up the ramp, with a tad more sway in her step than usual.

-FIN