L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Nadia blushed.

This was so stupid but... eugh. At least it was freeing. Pulling up tightly, Nadia gave it a tug and confirmed it wouldn't be going anywhere. Her attire rode up on her like a floss- tightly wrapped behind her cheeks with plenty of exposed thigh to accompany the look. She grabbed her plump, exposed rear and stared in the mirror. Still blushing... dammit. She let out a slightly frustrated groan as she avoided making eye contact with herself, then walked to the side to grab something. Stepping back bravely in front of the mirror she continued to avoid eye contact as she donned the final piece to the puzzle...

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Her mask.

There it was. The fighter that could knock down a brick wall with a single kick- the one who could choke a bitch out cold with just her thighs. She knew her attire was exposing to say the least- but if there's one thing she loved more than making examples of people; it was making money while doing it. Flaunting herself in such a way no doubt drew attention; it was something one needs more than anything to succeed in the world of professional wrestling. And on the plus side despite it riding up high, the choice of attire allowed plenty of manoeuvrability for strikes and grapples- very little of that pesky loose clothing to get in the way. Adjusting the grip tape on her hands she eyed down her own reflection once more; the blush from earlier fading as the cold glare of a killer stared back.

*SMASH!!!*

Her fist landed square in the centre of the mirror- right where her own expression stared back at her, now shattered and cracked as she would abandon the woman who showed weakness behind that reflection. A final huff and exertion indicated she was ready to step out of the locker room- a powerful intent behind every step she took as she opened the door.

Meanwhile, Florence was about to enter the locker room, chatting with them about the audacity of the bookers that she would come all this way—in her brand new gear mind you!—only for them to tell her they had nothing for her! Ridiculous! Did they not see her? Her numbers? And she didn’t have a match?

Yet, mid-rant, she caught the sight of Nadia Carter, seemingly… posing in front of a mirror? Nadia hadn’t been around long, like Florence, yet had garnered the reputation of being a woman of no vanity, one who seemed disgusted by the idea of the other women showing their bodies off and only wrestling in her current gear out of “necessity”. And here she was, checking out her ass after practically wedging her leotard in there!

It made for quite the sight and Florence giggled about it to her chat, before seeing that sudden punch, cracking the mirror, and the woman walking the way of the door.

“Well well!” Florence said as she busted in, smiling wickedly as she looked upon Nadia, standing just around an inch taller than her but not possessing the sheer muscle mass she did… nor the bust and ass she did too.

“Pretty proud of yourself, huh?” Florence then teased, pointing her phone at Nadia, encased in a case similarly glittery green as her attire. “Wanna tell the people about how judgy you are about others wanting to look nice?”

Yet before Nadia could really respond, Florence would just laugh and walk past her, turning the phone back to face her. “Oh, I’m just teasing, babe! I’m sure your butt looks great in that!”

“Anyway chat, what do you think we should do the rest of the night? Photoshoot?”

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