L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

With a little help from some of the crew working the show, Anna walked back into her locker room, holding an ice pack against her abs. She slowly makes it over to the bench that is in front of her stuff, taking a seat and pulling her phone out from her bag. She sat there for a moment as she scrolled through social media, which was now flooding with images of Katsumi pinning her and winning the match.

Seeing these images and how the two of them looked made Anna blush some as she covered her face. Katsumi looked very sexy, pinning Anna down the way she did. "She's so hot~" Anna said to herself, her face beet red now. No one else was in the locker room, just Anna. Anna took and put on some music, specifically, music from some of the older Kirby games. Anna reached for her bag, pulling it close and pulled out a dress, standing up and reaching for her top to take it off.

When suddenly!

The door swings open, Katsumi's frame silhouetted dramatically in its wake.

After Anna had exited the ring, Katsumi milked the victory for a period of time, giving her enough chance to exit clean. And then, out she rolled from the bottom rope, hips swaying as she strode up the ramp, arrogantly ignoring the fans at either side once again. But as soon as she was out if their sight, she grabbed a worker to demand where Anna was holing up.

Thus, Katsumi is standing at the entryway now, still dressed in her ring gear, staring at the Latina. Thankfully before she got around to stripping! But she doesn't say anything just yet. Instead, she steps into the room and nudges the door shut behind her.

She stands by the wall, her shoulders pressed back against the smooth surface, and wiggles a finger at her in beckon. "Come'ere..."

Anna turned around as the door swung open,
caught completely off guard. At first, she couldn't tell who it was that was standing in her doorway, so she turned her music off and moved some so that she could clearly see who it was. Then she saw the long black hair and slender figure.

Anna smiled some as Katsumi shut the door, beckoning her over. Ice pack against her abs, Anna took and slowly walked over in front of Katsumi, looking down and away a bit, blushing.

"H-Hey...Katsumi...H-H-How can I help you" Anna asks shyly

Katsumi's gaze flicks down to the ice bag, then back up to her face. As she nears, she reaches for the bag to take it away and gingerly toss it over towards the bench.

Arms then suddenly reach for her waist to suddenly pull her body in against herself, leaning off the wall. Stomach to (now cold) stomach, hips to hips, chest to chest, and hopefully eye to eye.

"Didn't get to finish pinning ya," she murmurs. "We're not done yet."

Anna took and was surprised as Katsumi took the ice pack and tossed it away. Slowly, Anna's gaze took and looked up to Katsumi's gorgeous emerald green eyes

Slowly, Anna's arms would wrap around Katsumi, her arms gently around the Punk Princess's neck. Her blush was very much mire apparent as their bodies pressed against eachother. Anna felt safe and warm then and there, against Katsumi, blushing even more at her comment.

"B-By all means then, l-lets...take and continue."

"'Atta girl...," muses Katsumi.

She has no idea what's come over her. Anyone who knows her knows she isn't like this. But somewhere between recent rejection, being ghosted by her one friend, and the elation of someone taking an interest in her in this way has made the Punk Princess more... forward.

She glances about the room, lips moue'd at the lack of comfortable surface upon which to pin her. So instead, her arms slowly seize up around her waist, cinching her body harder to herself. Her head tilts forward, until she's touching brow to brow with her, long lashes brushing the Latina's lashes.

"Couldn't have had a dressing room.. with one of those beds in it, huh..?," she teases. "Nova.. is that your last name..?"

Anna's breathing became heavy as Katsumi moved closer, close enough to where they could kiss. Anna tilted her neck upward some as Katsumi pulled her tighter against her. Anna got lost in Katsumi's eyes, entranced by her.

"W-Well...t-this was all they had a-a-available" Anna said as she just kept looking into those gorgeous eyes, not wanting to move away. "N-Nova is my l-last name"

"Nova-san...," Katsumi says, trying it out.

She turns with her slowly, swapping positions with her to press her back against the wall. She shifts forward, pressing her body tighter against Anna's. And the moment that pin, so to speak, is applied, she suddenly tilts her head to press her lips firmly to Anna's in a kiss. It's aggressive, forceful, demanding, and just as domineering as the final pin back in the ring.

Every second the kiss continues, she shifts a little harder into her, her hips pushing up against Anna's. The kiss deepens if allowed, lips parting to meet her tongue.

Anna couldn't contain her smile, hearing Katsumi address her in that way. If Anna hadn't have fallen for her already, that would've made her fall for Katsumi instantly. Slowly, Anna swapped places with Katsumi and was pressed against the wall, Katsumi's body pinning her.

Then, Katsumi leans in, closing the distance between the two and kissed Anna. Anna let out a soft moan as the two of them locked lips for the first time. Katsumi's lips were soft, the kiss felt like heaven. Anna kissed deeper, letting their tongues meet as Anna pushed herself against Katsumi. Gently, she wrapped one leg around the Punk Princess, letting her feeling be shown fully.

Katsumi's head tilts, nuzzling into the kiss and letting her eyes lid over. In this moment, she's finally allowing her mind to process what she's doing. And just what is she doing? She only just met this person, they fought, there was a spark, and Katsumi somewhat aggressively invaded her room for what? A makeout session? Who even is she anymore? She lets her hair grow out long, and suddenly she's this vixen who gets asked out...?

Her train of thought pauses upon feeling Anna's leg trail up against her, thigh brushing against thigh. Katsumi instinctively presses tighter to her, hips pressing hard to hers., savoring the tingling sensation, the warmth. "Mnh.."

The kiss breaks, but Katsumi doesn't break from the body contact with her. Rather, her head tilts to rest cheekbone to cheekbone, eyes resting shut. "I don't.. really do this..," she pants softly, warm breath whisking against Anna's neck. "Not even sure what I'm doing in here..."