L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The gym bustled with activity. This was to Madeleine's liking. Crowds were a source of energy, partly because of their noise—the grunts, the pounding feet, the crashing iron—but mostly because of their eyes. She enjoyed the sensation of their eyes needling her body with curiosity, desire, and jealousy. It was why she wore a version of her ring gear rather than gym clothes.

Madeleine

CRACK. Her foot slammed against the bag. For a lightning of an instant, her leg was fully extended, snapped at the end of a whip, a fouette. Sweat gleamed like oil on her bare thigh, taut and thick. Then she bounced backwards, springy on her feet as a hare. Mobility was the soul of Savate. Mobility and distance management. This meant that her routines at the bag focused as much on footwork as on the explosive strikes. There were only three main strikes she practiced. The snap-kick fouette, the piston-kick chasse, and the spinning revers. The way she delivered each kick, however, the position, the step in and duck out, that was where Savate practitioners found variety, which is to say, art.

Yes, Madeleine enjoyed the attention while her golden hair and red skirt spun and bounced and she kicked and ducked and kneed her unfortunate pig-skin of an opponent. But at the same time, she also was not so self-enamored as to miss the other opportunity that the gym afforded—namely, the opportunity to look out. To see her future opponents. To notice their training. To admire, to draw inspiration. To, without ever ogling anyone, make herself aware of the beautiful and talented people with whom she shared LAW's facilities.

The clatter of Kaelara's barbell hitting the rack was lost in the gym's symphony of iron. She'd been working her posterior, and was doing heavy deadlifts, before the rhythmic sounds of a fist striking the leather of a punching bag cut through her focus. She turned, her jet-black hair swaying, and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Her golden tailfeathers shimmered under the gym lights, and her attire hugged every curve.

The Peacock Goddess!

She watched the golden-haired woman for a long moment, her hazel eyes tracking those kicks. A grin spread across her face. Sauntering over, Kae would move with her natural sway, stopping at a respectful distance just outside where Madeleine was training. She leaned against a neighboring bag and relaxed her arms.

"You two got beef or something?" She finally said, breaking the silence with a giggle as she called out. "Hey girl! You seem pretty strong, if I do say so myself~!" She would extend a hand. "I'm Kaelara, the Peacock Goddess! And also pleased to meetchya! You train here often?"