L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Continued from here

When Clara had woken up in the medbay, she tried to remember what had just happened...

"...huh..."

However, nothing was coming up. She was drawing a full on blank of what happened during this day. She touched her face. Her mask was off, but turning her head revealed that it laid on a nearby table...

She tried to piece it together bit by bit. She was in a medbay, that was located in LAW arena. Meaning she either had a confrontation with someone, or much more likely a match...

...or...both?

First bit of memory of today's evening came to her. Alex's debut appearance in LAW, her coming out to confront her and to challenge her to a match. Did that match happen?

...slowly but surely, she realized that yes, it did.

Her back still hurt, and she remembered all of Alex's attempts to break a seemingly unbreakable table, before finally succeeding with a Pumphandle Slam, but not before causing some big amount of damage to the raven-haired chuuni's spine.

However, a different memory came rushing back, one of the Shadow Lord superplexing her rival into 2 tables outside of the ring...did she win then?

"No...wait...it was...best of 3...I think?"

Finally, the memory of the Cool Blue Queen flying and rotating gracefully through the air crossed her memory...but that was the last thing she had remembered.

2 out of 3...Alex won. They were 1 a piece in their rivalry.

Clara was slightly saddened by the fact. She wanted to beat Alex like before...but the Blue Queen simply proved too much Coolness for her to handle tonight...

Right as she thought that, a doctor...and a white suited official, one that Clara remembered from somewhere, entered the room.

Flashing back one more time, she remembered that this was the guy who had announced that breaking 2 tables at the same time was not enough for a win.

"How are you feeling, Ms Gaster?", asked the doctor in a white coat

"Mmmggghh...weird...sleepy...tired..."

"But do you feel any pain? In your back or your head?"

Upon asking that question, Clara widely opened her eyes. Despite all the punishment she went through tonight...she didn't feel pain at her back, head or chest!

"N...no?"

"Good. The medicine worked as intended. You would feel sore in the morning, but other than that and a few bumps, you are fine. A solid, 2 week break, and you'll be back in the ring like nothing had happened"

Clara positively nodded at the doctor.

"Well...he was saying about a 2 week break...but we have a matter to attend to, Ms Gaster...", the official in a white suit, with a checkered scarf and purple hair had stated.

"You lost a Prisoner of War match. And you signed a contract for it. You are supposed to be a property of Ms Drizzle for 24 hours...but she left the arena after she woke up. She seemingly forgot about the stipulation"

And Alex wasn't the only one. Clara blinked at the (surprisingly short) official, looking like she didn't know what the guy was talking about...PoW stipulation?

"...oh..."

Once again, her memories were there to help, as she remembered stating that the loser would become winner's PoW.

"Usually, the "ownership" time starts immediately after the match concludes...but because of the circumstances surrounding everything, we deemed it would be better to start it whenever both you and Ms Drizzle felt comfortable...what do you say?"

Clara thought about it for 10 seconds...she lost, she was supposed to be Alex's property, and she kept her promises. Besides, it didn't seem like Alex would treat her horribly, right? The Cool Queen herself must've been incredibly tired to just leave the arena to go straight home without telling anyone, right?

...but Clara was also tired...deathly tired. She didn't even know how she had woken up from the exhaustion of that match on the same day. She just wanted to go home and sleep through the night...and possibly - the next day as well...

...but promise was a promise.

Barely managing to move her tired muscles, Clara stood up from her bed, to the gaze of the doctor and the official, making her way to her mask. Slowly putting it on, she would state: "I'll start it now...but I don't think I'll be able to drive my car there without crashing...I also don't know where she lives..."

The official nodded: "Not to worry. I'll drive you there. Your car will be save in our parking lot, so feel free to collect it whenever you like..."

Now masked Clara nodded. She would get a taxi the day after tomorrow and collect her car.

...now, it was time to go be a prisoner at the hands of the Cool Queen!

And of course, such a Cool, Royal and Blue woman lived in...

...a simple apartment a few streets away from the usual LAW arena in Tokyo. Clara's own apartment seemed like a simple 20 minute walk from here.

Upon leaving her there, and giving her the Cool Queen's address, (as well as explaining the situation to the landlord, who let the 2 into the complex, the official drove off to his own home for the night, while GASTER made her way to the top floor of the apartment complex. There it was, the center of Cool Queen's Kingdom, her Sanctum Sanctorum...and this was to be her prison for the next 24 hours. She inhaled and exhaled deeply. This could've easily been Alex standing outside her room, had she been a better wrestler. But, no point in moping about that now, she thought. She had a promise to fulfill, despite being so tired, her feet barely held her up...

Taking a deep breath, she rang the Cool Queen's bell, expecting an answer....

The cool queen was overjoyed at her victory, although unfortunately the same couldn't be said for her aching body, unlike Gaster who had received most her damage from slams and by the collision of the duo's bodies, Alex had sustained most of her own damage through submissions and strikes which left quite a few of her limbs seething after the match, and due to a slightly awkward landing through the final table one of her arms had to be supported and held in place by a sling. Of course the sling was blue though, Alex didn't dare ruin her usual style no matter what, and today she would be dressed in just her pyjamas, and unlike usual her hair would be flat.

The bluenette didn't require any medicine, but a LAW medic told her to strictly enforce a regular minimum of 20 minutes ice bath at least once every 2 days, and she was sternly warned not to exercise until her limbs had healed if she wanted to have even a shred of power in them, otherwise the healing process would be extended possibly up to a year, and of course having weak limbs for that long while being an active wrestler would lead to further injury.

Alex couldn't for the life of her figure out why there was currently a maid outfit in her room, sure she had requested that one be sent out by LAW so she could make her many prisoners through-out her career wear it, but she was surprised that they had sent it out so quickly and efficiently. The bluenette would be pondering that very question as she sat on her bed before she heard the door bell ring, and she would walk through the entirety bedroom, fairly sizeable living room and hallway that made up her apartment before opening the door to see an unidentified cutie about the size of herself.

" Uhmmm Hello... How can I help you? " the Cool queen would ask, not recognising Gaster without her mask, having not seen the woman's face up to this point even once without the mask on.

Alex's eyes for some reason drifted down the woman's body, and for some reason the figure looked familiar. Realising that eyeing up a random stranger regardless of reason was incredibly rude though the bluenette would drag her eyes back up to Clara's face as she waited patiently for an answer, one hand still on the door while her other hung in place.

As she waited for Alex to approach the door, Clara remembered the words of the official who drove her to Alex's house, that it would be better that she introduces herself with mask off, for official reasons stated in contract for all POWs so as to not cause confusion that she sent someone else in her place.

Taking one more deep breath, and feeling light steps towards the door, she took her mask off, leaving it in her bag that had all her gear in it, looking up right as Alex opened the door.

She tried to hold off a giggle...but her blush was giving her away. Although her trademark "loop" ponytail was off, she could tell that the woman dressed in PJs was still the Cool Queen, Alex, even if her current appearance wasn't giving off that vibe right now...

...then again, when she is dressed in simple yoga pants and a T Shirt in her house, it was hard to go around telling people that you are "The Shadow Lord"...as evidenced by Alex asking who she was.

But, dressed as she was right now, it wouldn't hurt to try and tell the Blunette who she was. Taking a few light coughs to prepare her voice, she spoke to Alex in a deep tone:

"Mwahaha, Lord of Cool! I maybe hurt and destroyed, almost to the point where my vessel can't be in this dimension for long until I have to return to my home domain...but I am still here to fulfil my end of the bargain!"

The cool queen was confused slightly as the figure in front of her coughed rather than answering, the bluenette's eyebrow raising before an ominous familiar voice rang out from the now revealed vessel, Alex being shocked slightly to hear that ominous voice accompany such a cute face. Of course Alex wouldn't let herself hesitate in responding to her rival no matter how adorable a vessel the entity had captured.

" Oh? Ah yes! I was just about to venture into the outer realms to drag you here by the hair had you not appeared. " Alex would flat out lie, just remembering as she spoke that she had won her rival as a prisoner of war, the Cool queen being helped along towards this realisation of course by Gaster's own words which for a brighter mind would have been all that was needed to confirm what was going on.

The cool queen wasn't sure about inviting such a ghastly spirit into her home, but looking at the vessel body she did feel slightly guilty about the damage she had put upon it, and so she would invite her rival in with but a simple hand gesture, before she walked further into the hallway to allow Gaster the space to enter her humble abode and close the door before any other troublesome spirits leak into Alex's place of work, play and meditation.

Analysing her former opponent closely Alex seemed oddly troubled, bringing her hand up to her face as she stared silently for a moment at Gaster, seemingly deep in contemplation. " Gaster, why do you have that face? " Alex would ask, striking her rival with perhaps the oddest question possible, the cool queen trying to deny the fact that this whole time the shadow lord held such a deceptively charming face under her empowering face.

"Hmmm...", GASTER would remark at her rival's words. If she had been waiting for her, why didn't she collect her while she was in the hospital room?

Letting the matter slide as Alex gestured for her to enter her house. Politely nodding, she would make her way in, closing the door behind her. Her 24 hours as Prisoner of War had begun.

She would lower herself, to take off her shoes to leave them at the doorway, right as the blunette would ask...a peculiar question:

"W-wha...?", she would confusingly let out, trying to make up the story for her Shadow Lord persona as quickly as she could: "Well...um...I...you...see...when...when I came to this dimension...this Earthly girl was the first being I found! And now her consciousness resides in here along with me! And I do plan to make her my general of destruction once I can fully accomodate my being in this dimension!", she would explain to Alex, smiling in satisfaction from coming up with a story like this on the fly.

The cool queen would curiously wait for Gaster's answer, wondering what use such a heinous spirit could have for such an adorable face, other than seductive fey magic, which to her understanding wasn't the shadow lord's area of expertise. Then suddenly Alex was slapped with an unexpected answer, breaking into shock laughter for a moment. " General of destruction? she's way too small and cute, no one would be intimidated by that face. " The bluenette would offer in response, staying in character although she had mixed feelings on her rival under the mask being so adorable. Plus Alex wasn't actually sure if they should keep up the facade during their POW time, even if truthfully quite a lot of Alex's cool queen persona and real life counterpart blended together, likely much more than Gaster and Clara. Although Alex was impressed with Gaster's very clearly improv explanation.

Walking into her living room Alex would beckon Gaster inside with her non cast bound hand, leading her into a surprisingly big main living room for a Japanese apartment, which was decorated by two couches, one big enough to fit maybe 3 people if they squeezed upon it but was clearly designed for 1 or 2 rears, and one which could seemingly hold a decent amount more. Within the room there was also a flat screen TV, lamp, table holding scattered objects just in front of the larger couch, and half of the large room seemed to be a designated kitchen. " Uhmmm...So what's your real name? " The cool queen would hesitantly venture to ask, turning to face Gaster.

The cool queen would wait for a response, before then seemingly having a revelation, eyes lighting up and a slight smirk forming before she quickly vanished into the hallway again, this time going directly to her bedroom and grabbing the maid outfit that had arrived earlier. Alex stepping back into the room quickly while holding the maid outfit. Alex just smiling at her rival, the intention for the outfit being obvious.

The satisfied look on the raven-haired Brit's face slowly disappeared, and was replaced with her puffed cheeks, clearly angry at Alex for making fun of her story:

"Hmph...you try coming up with a story on the spot like this..."

As Alex beckoned her further into the living room, her eyes would be drawn to Alex's cast on her arm...did their match leave the Cool Queen that hurt?

"Ummm...Alex...how is your arm..?"

Once they walked into the living room, she couldn't help but be amazed at Alex's apartment. This was a house truly worthy of the Cool Queen...especially when compared to the much smaller and more humble apartment of the Shadow Lord...

"Oh? Ummmm...i-it's Clara...", she would tell her...but, instead of an answer to either of her questions, the Blunette would launch herself for another room...which seemed to be her bedroom...and once she was back, she holding something in her healthy arm...

...and it was a maid suit...

...and Alex had a massive smile on her face...

Clara's gaze shifted, from the maid suit, to Alex's grin...

...to the suit...and onto Alex again...

...and then once more, onto the suit...as she finally understood what the Cool Queen wanted her to do. Her eyes shifting back to Alex, she finally let out a flat:

"No", to what Alex was silently asking her to do...

" Oh, the arm is alright, it's only in a cast so I don't end up moving it around more than I'm meant to. They said it should take a week at most to heal, though I'm meant to cut down on exercise for a little while after. " The cool queen would inform in response to Gaster's question of her well being, while she pondered over the unmasked menace's bringing into question of Alex could concoct a better tale.

The cool queen certainly would need to try coming up with a story on the spot much like Gaster did, after all, the shadow lord had challenged her to do so and now she without a doubt needed to prove that her story would be more vivid, imaginative and of course cool.

That would have to wait for another time though, as Alex currently already had a mission of the utmost importance. Swiftly the cool queen raced towards her room before picking out the maid outfit and bringing it back towards Gaster, while wearing a grin that would be more befitting the sinister shadow lord than the cool queen herself. Unfortunately Clara wouldn't indulge the cool queen's juvenile request.

" Awww, Cmon you lost. I was going to make you wear it and the mask for a joke, but now that I've seen your face I'm actually curious what you would look like. " The cool queen argued, wanting to play dress up with her devious foe, her inner desire to play dress up taking over now that she knew of Gaster's surprisingly adorable face.

A second ago, the unmasked Shadow Lord was chirply nodding at her rival's remark. It wasn't broken, simply hurt, and the cast was only to limit the movement so that she didn't potentially break it...

A few moments later, and she was looking at Alex, who, smiling at the Shadow Lord, was holding a maid outfit, seemingly specifically designed for her, as Alex egged her on to put it on, reminding the raven haired Brit that she did lose the wager to her...

"Grrrhmmmm...", she couldn't argue with the losing bit. She had to agree to everything Alex asked of her today and big part of tomorrow, no matter how difficult the task was physically...or psychologically in this case.

Puffing her cheeks at the Cool Queen, she would roughly grab the outfit out of her arms:

"I'll get you back for this you...blue-haired...grrrrmmm...butt!", she let out, struggling to come out with an insult for the Cool Queen on the spot, resulting in her blurting out the first insulting word that came to her mind:

"Ghhhmmm...where is the bathroom in your house?", she would blush at Alex, naturally too shy to change in front of another person...even if she was a girl...

The cool queen triumphantly raised her hand in the air when Clara conceded to put on the outfit, or more accurately she shook her arm in her cast slightly and then let out a grumble followed by a silly short giggle, blushing slightly from her moment of stupidity.

Alex simply held a large grin across her face as Gaster promised to get payback, something which the bluenette didn't take too seriously. " Well if I was in your shoes I wouldn't even be that embarrassed to wear it, so I'm not sure how you'd expect to get me back. " the cool queen playfully responded, before then rolling her eyes when Gaster asked where the bathroom was.

" If you walk down the hallway you'll see a door with Totoro on it, that's the bathroom. " Alex would instruct her friend, and then follow her as she walked down the hallway. Alex not wanting to give Clara the time needed to get embarrassed and change back before she got to see her rival dressed like a common servant.