L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

After what felt like an eternity of driving, the gray, beat up car came to a stop, it's driver letting out a loud sigh of relief as she removed the keys from the ignition. She felt the setting Summer sun shine through the windows of her vehicle, projecting heat onto her lightly colored skin. A few more seconds passed, and the girl opened the door, stepping out to stretch her legs and arms, taking in a nice breath of fresh air. Her silky blonde hair was jostled by the wind as she took in the sight of the building in front of her. The Young Lioness Dormitory. She cracked a smile. A few months ago, she was nothing but a troubled child. Now, she was an adult, training to become a professional wrestler under the coolest girl she knew.

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Opening the trunk of her car, she let out a heavy sigh, only now realizing just how much of a bitch it would be to unpack all her belongings. There must have been ten heavy boxes in there. "Fuck..." She huffed, picking up the first of many boxes, and proceeding through the doors. She pressed the cardboard to her chest, straining her arms as she walked through the halls, and up the stairs. Every now and then she'd rest the box a few steps above her to catch her breath, before going up a few more steps, before stopping again. She rinsed and repeated this process before arriving at the third floor of the building. She looked at each door, reading each name quietly to herself, before finally finding the door plate with her own name: Sakura Tanahashi.

Pushing the door open, Sakura was finally able to relieve the strain on her arms, dropping the cardboard box to the ground with a thud, before soon dropping to her rear herself. Catching her breath, she looked around the room that would be her new home. Brown planks made the floor, and the walls were painted white. There was a singular window, providing a beautiful view of Tokyo. To the left of it was a twin sized bed, containing a white, bare mattress, and to it's left, an empty book shelf. Sakura Tanahashi laid on her back, sighing as she thought about the nine other boxes she still had to bring in. This was gonna take a long, long time...

Shimmerlace danced down the cracked sidewalk in the violet-pink-gray magic of another Tokyo sunset. An 80s American synth anthem cast through her earbuds mist, mystery, plus pounding drums that made it impossible, simply out of the question, for her not to step, twirl, heave. Even with the box of newly acquired belongings clutched between her arms, even in costume, it was out of the question. Once upon a time, Charlotte had worried the magic around sunset at LAW would grow cob-webbed and dusty, as is the usual wont of wonderment and mischief. But since then the sun had set on her held under an almost 200 pound kitten’s breasts, stepped on by a girl almost half her size, mind-strapped and corrupted by demonic wiles, not to mention defeated in the contest of Whacking Day. God only knew what strange baubles tomorrow would bring.

(Lose lose lose, yeah-yo, yeah-yo! You’ll lose lose lose). Grinning, Shimmer twirled to the beat.

Spoiler

The box was a trifle risky to be hauling about in the open, given it was brimming with...materials. Anyway, Shimmerlace was relieved to arrive at the Lioness dormitory without encountering any Tokyo elder, out on an evening walk, who might be offended at the contents of her haul. The Seelie Scion noted the open car trunk. We got a new resident! Wonder what her vibe will be?.

Shimmerlace didn’t have long to wonder: She was soon to pass the girl taking in her empty dorm. Punk was the first thought through Shimmer’s mind, but it was a happy little word, adjacent to Chemical Romance, Sex Pistols and (especially with the wee collar) just sexy. For half a second, Shimmerlace considered continuing, depositing her open box—with its flogger, and the wee strapon, and the less wee strapon, and the three dildos, (all of which lent a sort of subtext to the clothespins and collar and leash and candles), plus a pink cane that decidedly failed the rule of thumb—in her own dormitory, and then returning to say hello in a more socially acceptable mien. As with most such thoughts, this did not survive long in Shimmer’s mind. Instead, she grinned over the top of her overflowing pile and gave greeting.

”Soooo. You’re the one with nine boxes worth of belongings sitting out in the lot!” Shimmerlace glanced at the door. ”Sakura is it now? As in, like, cherryblossom, right—like the flower what’s the same color as your hair streak an’ all? Well that’s a fine choice,“ said the wrestler bedecked in pink. ”I dig it most heartily. Name's Shimmerlace, by the by! Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom."

Sakura rested on her back, panting. To think she had nine more of those fucking boxes... She was gonna die. Her life would end in LAW, but not in a blaze of glory, no, she would die due to her arms falling off and bleeding to death before she even finished unpacking! "Uggggghhhhh..." The girl whined. It wasn't easy to forget she'd graduated High School only a couple months ago.

She sighed, hearing the voice of who she presumed was one of her new neighbors. "Yup, that would be me..." She sighed as she responded to the question about her luggage, sitting up to face the girl. As she came face to face with the girl, her expression changed to one of surprise. The girl looked like a princess. She wore a beautiful dress, and long, flowing pink hair. She had beautiful eyes thar Sakura could just get lost in. She blushed as Shimmer confirmed her name, and went on to introduce herself. Sakura sprang to her feet with an awkward smile. "I'm Sakura! Sakura Tanahashi! But you uh... already saw my door... Heh..."

“Aye, I had read Sakura Tanahashi, but, mind, I hadn’t heard you say Sakura Tanahashi. The experiences are a mite different, with one being substantially better music than the other.”

Shimmerlace dropped her earbuds in her box of sex paraphernalia, sat the box in the doorway, and...nudged the sordid collection behind the doorframe, out of sight from the hallway. Then she looked around.

”Bit barren in there, ain’t it though? Now Sakura, you don’t strike me as a barren-wall kinda girl. Moment I set eyes on you, I said to myself—I said, this is a girl who’s gonna have color all over her walls.” The pinkette slid next to Sakura so their shoulders were just on the point of touching. ”The question is, though...what kinda color? I’m guessing posters of your favorite bands, maybe there and there, right?” She made a gesture at wall space, forming a box with her thumbs and forefingers to approximate the space occupied by the poster.

“Punk bands, or maybe hard rock yeah? No? Or do you just go straight for pinups, what with like the sexy as hell rides in their undies? Or! Or or or.” Shimmerlace glanced down at her new neighbor, a smile curling at the corner of her lips. ”Maybe. Just maybe. You’re one of those anime nerds what’s real good at covering it up? Hm? Don’t tell me. I want it to be a surprise as I help you unpack. Let it, like...fuckin’ jump out at me from the boxes, you know?”

Sakura chuckled a little at Shimmer's short monologue. "Heh, guess your right." She smiled, offering her new neighbor a handshake. "Shimmerlace, right? Well, I'm gonna call you Shims, and there ain't shit you can do 'bout it." She teased.

Listening to Shimmer talk about how she might decorate her room, Saku nodded along. This girl seemed like a lot a' fun. She had this Alice in Wonderland slash hippie vibe going on, not to mention how hot she was. "Heh, don' worry. This sweet ass outfit is the only hint you're gettin'!" She joked. "Wait, did you say you were gonna help me unpack? You sure? It's gonna take all evening."