L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

There has been some commotion going on in the gym, a couple of people stopping what they are doing in order to see what the fuss is about. It soon became more apparent that the reason for this commotion is that there is a spar happening in one of the rings in the gym. The crowd soon gathered and their battle seeming to be drawing quite the attention.

Not that Chloe initially planned to however, even though the pained grunts and groans coming from this 'opponent'. But since there was an audience, she better look good as she is really havinh one of the trainers out-fought. Only a few had seen her before in the very few matches she had been in. After that, she went back to the States, just to sort out some business with her family. A lot of paperwork just had her become very busy to indulge in something that she truly loves.

Even though she is kept busy, she still does her best to keep her skills sharp. It would be bad to get into a match and see that your skills have dulled because of lack of action. And how does she do that, you may ask? By beating on anyone that accepts her challenge to a spar.

They weren't much but it was either them or the training dummy. With trainers, they could fight back. However, there is a reason why they are probably trainers and not wrestlers. The one she is currently destroying was an aspiring wrestler, but he hasn't made it to the big leagues yet. There was some appeal to doing this. The guy in particular was quite hot and as Chloe's foot met pretty much every single part of his body,
purrs and moans of pleasure can be heard. While she was having fun sticking kicks right in someone's face, her 'opponent' certainly wasn't. Or maybe he secretly was. Who knows. There wasn't any need making it a bit sexual, but her opponent isn't complaining so why not?

It's been an absolute annihilation a in the ring and Chloe bnow seems to be reveling in doling out extra punishment just because. As the trainer wobbles on unsteady legs, she walks over slowly, swaying her hips and launches a front kick, driving the ball of her foot directly into his eye. The big man staggers back into the corner and crumples to the floor as his eye begins to swell and close. His semi-conscious groans suddenly turn into yells of pain as Chloe drops onto her butt and grabs him in an armbar. "Feel free to say your submission..." she gloats as she cranks on his arm and drops both of her feet onto his face, slipping the toes of one foot inside his mouth as she pinches the black man's nose shut between her big and second toe!

"...That is if you can!"

The trainer's screams are muffled by Chloe's soft feet and his struggles grow weaker, but just as his arms drop to the mat, she lets the hold go and springs back to her feet. "Don't go to sleep on me yet... Johnson wasn't it?" Barely could remember his name. "I've got one more treat in store for you!" She glances at the huge tent straining a the front of his trunks "Looks like you don't even mind the lessons that much..." She mutters softly.

Chloe hops up onto his barrel chest and balances with her hands on the ring ropes. A few slaps from her soft soles bring a teary-eyed guy back to being awake, just in time for her to dangle her right foot above his head, slowly bringing it down and forcing it deep into his mouth, her toes in his throat, her sole jammed against his tongue and her heel popped in the air. He chokes and splutters and thrashes, but can't get out as she holds onto the ropes and keeps him pinned underfoot. As Chloe pushes her foot as deep as she can, wiggling her toes inside his mouth, he finally, mercifully passes out. Chloe looks back over her shoulder and grins like a Cheshire cat at the spontaneous cum stain spreading around his erection "Oh Johnson... I never even touched your johnson! Did my cute little feet make the big strong man have an accident in his panties?" her voice in a sing-song, completely mocking him. Chloe stands over him, one foot still jammed into his mouth, the other on his chest. "One! Two! Three!" The crowd didn't need to count but it certainly was quite fun, though perhaps neither wanted what he's having. At least, they wouldn't say it out loud. Feeling like an amazon, she flexes her slim but toned arms for the small crowd.

Taking another look around before stepping off the guy, letting him lay splayed in his own mess."Alright boys, Fun time is over." She waved them to disperse, Chloe reaching the ring ropes for one of her men to give her a water bottle. She didn't excatly break a sweat, still fresh in fact. Perhaps a testament of how much she has grown as a fighter. Her uncle would have been proud. Somewhere up there at least.

A hand tightened around the dumbbell that Johanna Vogel had gripped for almost three minutes without lifting once.

Yet, to her great frustration, the gym already had her sweating. Damn her weak mind.

Since she had walked in minutes before, Hanna's eyes had lingered on a scene that had drawn the attention of nearly every eye in the room - the scuffle in a nearby training ring between a burly man and a relatively petite woman that Hanna would have expected to suffer from the man's strength, his power, given her size.

That was not the case.

What she had witnessed - entirely too enthralled all the while - was the woman's destruction of the man with, so far as Hanna had observed since she came in, nothing but her feet. And with every new hold, every creative snare that the blonde had created for him, a second heartbeat in Hanna's core grew more intense, to the point that she had to hide a flushed face from the people now dispersing in the aftermath of the spar under the guise that she had actually spent the last few minutes with her workout.

She had seen promotional shots of the other woman back in her part-time promotion. At the time she had noticed that they seemed to have quite the...foot focus. But she had never imagined to see the woman could fight almost solely - she cursed herself for mentally dwelling on the pun - with her feet.

The German gnawed at her lip. Never imagined it and could not deny how badly she wanted to know...more, with her excitement driving her much, much more than her logic could.

And that excitement had her walking towards the ring before she even noticed, believing that if this woman got away without Johanna making a connection, she couldn't bear the disappointment.

Trying to have some sense of confidence and pride that did not betray her desperation - and wary of these men who appeared to be hanging by the edge of the sparring ring.

She also made a concerted effort not to stare down below the blonde's belt as she leaned an elbow casually against the ringside, and barely managed to keep her voice neutral. "Do you get your kicks from mangling trainers like zat?"

It perhaps garnered a lot more attention than she expected, but Chloe sure gave a show to the gym patreons, save for those that either had headphones playing loud music or just that focused on their workout. Shame. They missed out on something good.

But she gotten much out of it. Clearly she hasn't dulled since being away from the action of it all. At the very least, she could handle a trainer in the gym. Perhaps her peak hasn't past her just yet. Feet padding the training mats as she took her water. It wasn't an open challenge, Chloe isht the sort of person (at least now) not to pick fights with anyone. However the type of opponent she had faced was perhaps something not to scoff at, trainer or not. Not once would she use her hands to inflict damage upon. An unorthodox style but something which she made work just for her.

The blonde had thought that everyone had just left now that the show is over, excluding the poor guy who's still in a slumber. That is until a voice called out to her.

And her gaze looked down at the girl from ringside. Her men nearby went into protection mode as they came near her but Chloe halted them quickly. They'd keep their distance. In case she tries any funny business...

"Quite the pun, dear." She would reply with a smirk. "And not just trainers.. though they are more fun..." Leaning on the ropes as the blonde looked down, tapping her toe behind her like a ballerina. "... especially guys like him. German, I presume?" Having been around many cultures, she could pick up that particular accent.

Green eyes leveled a disgruntled look on the mysterious men by ringside who quickly closed the distance once she got close enough to the ring. Not one to stand down, she did not budge once they were close enough to grab her, gunning for the prospect that they would leave her alone or, better yet, they all were muscle and nothing else and she could toss them aside if they tried to woman-handle her. She was not one to be cast aside lightly - she considered it a personal affront and a reason to already hold a fabricated grudge against them.

They stopped - so, it was to be that they would leave her alone, then. Johanna shifted her shoulders with pride until her eyes slipped back to the ring and she realized that they only did because the... bare-footed gladiator up there had stopped them. Hanna let out a frustrated breath from her nose like a bull.

And another one at realizing the pun only once the woman above brought it up. After hiding the brief scrunch of her nose - a brief touch of self-loathing for the error - she lifted a dark eyebrow at the blonde above her. Trainers were more fun? That sounded a low bar-

Johanna nearly stated as much, but as the blonde leaned over the side of the ring at her and Hanna got the best look yet at her well-shaped features... the detraction fell from her tongue.

She also could not bring herself to mention that she wasn't here to discuss that she was German, instead peering up through gazing eyes. "I am German, ja," she perhaps needlessly repeated. "And we don't fight like zat there."

Surprisingly needing to work her courage (and remember that if she wanted a good first meeting, manners were in order), Hanna lifted a hand for a shake. "Johanna Vogel. Your fight had me curious."

Chloe had an inkling that this German wasn't going to try any funny business. Didn't seem like she even cared for the trainer currently in la-la land so it wasn't for revenge. That much was certain. She remained observant, watching the fit German as she leaned over, taking a good look at her. Quite strong, very fit, well-sculpted body. She does have an eye for such things, especially since she was a former Commissioner. She herself didn't have that kind of a low bar, just that in her age, she is more interested in having fun. Though there are certain circumstances that would bring her more interested in taking on better competition.

She smiled as soon as the girl confirmed that yes, she is indeed German. "Thought so." She chuckled. "I've been your country to know they don't fight like that there..." Seeing that it looks to be safe, Chloe stepped out of the ring, stepping onto the ring apron, letting her arms drape along the top rope. "Or even here...I suppose that makes me...unique."

The blonde took the hand, giving a nice business like shake to it. "Chloe Mason. I suppose you're new here." Crossing her ankles (which would conveniently be around the head height of Joanna) as she stands over the German. "I didn't expect to have a massive audience. But I suppose this would teach this guy a good lesson on doubting me and my...abilities." Her right index finger taps on her chin in thought. "That being said, he just lost the bet...Guess I'll remind him later." Indeed, it would be a while till he would wake up. Her attention was fully back on the young girl. "So, since I assume you've been watching, what made you enthralled enough to come to me? Anything that caught your eye?"

Johanna's easily-irritated nature, and by extension the corner of her lips, again quirked at the blonde's comments, which at first sounded to the brunette like a veiled insult against the fighting skills of the German people. Again she had a hard time holding onto her irritation at the woman so gracefully posed on the ropes above her, and again she was informed that she had jumped to conclusions. The blonde only meant her... foot-oriented fighting style was common nowhere, least of all Germany. That it made her unique.

Hanna did not get the chance to say that she would agree before they were fully into introductions, and as her hand dropped from the blonde whose name she now possessed - Chloe Mason - her eyes similarly dropped to the feet shifting in her line of vision, and how they poised themselves in a perfect cross before her.

She took a healthy few seconds before she leaned back from the handshake to look fully up into the lights and Chloe's face while her eyes lingered there, and she raked her tongue across the inside of her cheek repeatedly from distraction.

She hardly caught what Chloe must have been saying about the trainer as eyes refocused on Chloe's, though she gave the still-panting man one glance, and had to catch up in time to process that it was her receiving questions, now. "Anyone who can do zat in ze way you did is imp-" No, no blatant complement. She shouldn't be so... fawning. It would sound weak. "Interesting."

Right. No being seen as a fawn. Her hands slipped to her hips, as she gave Chloe a once-over. Part of her sparked with defiance... and part of her coursed with the hope that her little hint would be caught. "But... I do vonder if it would work against anyone better zan a trainer. Zomeone fit for ze ring."

Even standing above the young woman like some golden haired goddess, Chloe remained...observant. Looking and hearing carefully as the German continued to interact with her. She pretty much does it all the time, something that she can't switch off. Though she believes that there's a reason as to why this woman felt so entrhalled to come to her. She already figured it was her style. That was the obvious answer. But what of it? That is something she would want to dig deeper.

The change from the word 'impressive' to 'interesting' certainty caught her in a way. It could have been 'impossible'...no, that wouldn't make sense. The girl just saw it happen. Doesn't seem like the type to doubt her abilities.... unlike that man.

Speaking of which, he started to stir and groan. Obviously sill reeling from that knockout and it's effects. But the blonde paid no attention to him. Johanna was proving to be more interesting. Especially what came after her compliment.

"Ohhh~? Now that sounds like a challenge..."

Her feet uncross before letting the toe of one foot draw a line around the edge of the apron. Giving Johanna another good look up and down. "Well you look like you're fit for the ring, missy. Maybe you could come and see for yourself."

Let's see her reaction to that...

All too familiar with other wrestlers' sizing her up, Hanna did not miss that Chloe appeared to be giving her the once-over. Feeling a pull to make that once-over as complete and impressive as possible, the German switched her weight onto a foot, propped a hand on her waist, and brought her opposite hand to oh-so-casually flip a hand through her long dark hair, making herself presentable.

Her message to opponents and fans alike had always been that she was worth gazing at, after all, for her strength and appearance alike. This might have been nothing but a gym meeting, but... she felt the need to do so around Chloe.

And it seemed she needed to, as Johanna dropped the hook - almost against her own will, driven by the will of her... needs - and Chloe yanked on the line tightly enough to pull the brunette in head-first.

Anticipation made her stomach churn, and that churning turned into a whirlpool when - along with the flat, unmistakable invitation into the ring - she watched Chloe trace a line of no return with her toes.

Johanna, still, flicked her eyes from the foot up to Chloe's face. "More zan fit." The hand on her hip shifted until her arms were crossed. "You want zis now?"