The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 15: A Canadian Cold Front (vs Parker Ward)

[Misfit_Alien]

Dear Diary~...

Diary Entry (READ ME)

Greetings, my trusted Diary, keeper of my most private thoughts and secrets! I'm excited to say that I've got another match lined up~!!! The higher-ups here at LAW must really like me, because they've been throwing me into the deep end week after week. All this constant booking, everyone wants a piece of the Prima Donna Darling!!! I'm happy that I'm popular, but I'm also a little nervous. One week I'm being fed to the wolves, the next I'm totally crushing it! Sometimes it's a struggle, other times it's a total squash...for better OR worse. I could really use a week of relaxation, but who knows-...I can't let this momentum die down. Especially if I wanna stay in top form!!! There's still so much I have to do!!! I'm starting to find my footing, even through the ups and the downs. Whatever, or WHOEVER, comes my way, I'll be sure to show them who the real STAR is!!!

So prepare yourself, Diary, because this Prima Donna's gonna put on a show!!!


XOXO, Yours forever~, Ami Anderson...The Prima Donna Darling~ <3

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Ami Anderson, the 'Prima Donna Darling' vs Parker Ward, the 'Northern Star'
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten-count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

Spoiler

"...Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California...standing at 4'11 and weighing in at 105 lbs, the brightest star in the sky...the sweetest diva on the stage...the PRIMA DONNA DARLING...AMI...ANDERSON!!!"


Following her usual routine of writing her thoughts down in her journal and hyping herself up backstage, the Prima Donna Darling would make her daring and dashing entrance!!! Her hair was tied, her boots laced, and her skirt was FRILLY!!! Ami would appear at the top of the ramp, striking her signature pose as she dazzled the crowd with her presence. The cutesy, bubbly, idol-like smile of hers melted the hearts of thousands seated in the stands, her breathtaking beauty and adorable attitude charming all who were left in her wake. She blew kisses out to the audience, dancing and twirling around as she made her way toward the ring. She'd climb up the side of the ring and pose in a cute yet sultry manner, leaving the crowd with a salacious taste in their mouth as she gave them a small bit of eye candy...something to make them hungry for more. This far into her time at LAW, Ami had learned how to work these crowds~

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen...and all you lovely folks in-between...who's ready to see their favorite Prima Donna kick some TUSH tonight?!?!" She asked, garnering a huge wave of cheers. She giggled, standing in the center of the ring, yelling her heart out...another perk of all this in-ring experience, learning how to carry yourself and broadcast yourself even without a mic! Despite her smaller stature, the woman was a surefire talent when it came to winning over the hearts of the fans, who were just in love with her peppy attitude...cute, yet CONFIDENT...a great way to describe the undeterred Japanese-American lass. With her entrance wrapping up, Ami decided to strike her signature pose, twirling one final time before stomping her feet, flaunting her hips, raising one arm into position, and winking at the camera.

Spoiler

The crowd would exclaim loudly, exploding with an uproar of praise and applause toward the petite brunette, who eagerly reciprocated the positive energy right back. "That's what I like to hear!!!" She cheered. Now fueled by a surge of good vibes and a rush of adrenaline, Ami moved to her corner and jumped onto the top rope, taking a seat on the top of the turnbuckle, kicking her legs in a silly manner while she happily awaited the arrival of her foe...

[Parker]

Parker leaned over the sink in the locker room, electric toothbrush buzzing as she grinned at her reflection. A little foam dribbled at the corner of her mouth, and she chuckled, rinsing quickly before flashing her teeth in the mirror.

“Not bad, Ward. No spinach, no lipstick… just championship material right here.” She ran her tongue over her teeth, checking them one more time before giving herself a satisfied nod. She gave the toothbrush itself one more quick rinse and a few shakes to work the water out of the bristles before slipping it back into the small, cracked carry case she had fished it from.

Setting the case haphazardly on the lip of the sink and started to fuss with her shoulder-length brown hair. A few brushes with her fingertips, smoothing it down and then fluffing it back up again until it looked just the right amount of effortless. “Alright.” She gave herself a quick finger-gun in the mirror, laughed at how much of a dork she was being with nobody enough to keep her pride checked.

“Whoever’s out there tonight doesn’t know what’s about to hit ‘em. Fresh face, fresh smile…” She paused, holding a hand up to her mouth. Parker let out a heavy huff into her palm, then leaned in to give it a sniff. A nod of satisfaction as she shot the mirror one last confident look. “Fresh breath. Let's get this thing done.”

“And her opponent… hailing from Rainy River, Ontario, Canada… Standing at 5’7” and weighing in at 142 pounds… Thankfully, it’s a clear night for stargazing because I spy another on the horizon. ★The Northern Star★, PARKER WAAAARD!”

Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo

★The North Star★ Parker Ward

The music hit, and Parker Ward came bouncing out onto the stage, grinning ear to ear as she pointed to the crowd, pumping her arm with the beat of the drums. She mouthed the words to her entrance theme as it blasted through the arena, pointing to the first person she could find, also singing along to call attention to them. Every movement had a bit of bounce, keeping time with the rhythm, staying animated and fun to help foster the sort of feeling she wanted to evoke.

Rounding back to the ramp, she took her time, drinking in the sea of faces, mouthing “Come on, louder!” and cupping her hand to her ear to coax the volume higher. When she reached the ringside area, she caught sight of someone staring at their phone instead of paying attention. With a light stride, she walked to the barricade and leaned up against it, resting her arm across the top.

The crowd hooted as she waited patiently, raising her arm to peer at her wrist as if she were checking the time of an invisible watch. With an elbow from one of the other audience members, the man on the phone finally glanced up, finding Parker right in his face. She gave him a small wink before reaching out to snatch his phone. “Careful, you won’t want to miss this.”

She leaned away, tapping the screen to pull up the camera. Setting it to selfie mode, she held the phone high to capture a view of herself and the man she had taken the phone from, flanked by the crowd stretching high into the stands. With a flash of a smile, she snapped off a quick photo and handed the device back with a gentle laugh. “Thanks your your time.”

She pushed off the barricade with the roar of laugehr and cheers from the crowd, taking a few long strides to the apron. With a dive, she slipped under the bottom ropes, sliding into the ring with practiced ease. Clapping her hands to the mat, she popped to her feet. Parker took a moment to breathe, her heart still thumping in her chest. When her eyes finally settled across the way at her opponent, she raised a brow in slight surprise.

She was on the smaller side, slender, cute as a button. Ami had her inadvertently smiling with her whole colorful setup and the sparkle of her gear. Parker could never pull off glitter; it always made her look so… extra. This girl, though, was a natural fit. From across the ring, she gave her opponent a brief professional wave.

[Misfit_Alien]

As Ami sat on the turnbuckle, she was suddenly brought back to reality, her little dose of daydreaming cut short when a kickass rock theme started to play in the background. Intrigued, the petite brunette looked up toward the entrance ramp, her eyes eager and curious to see who her opponent was for the evening. Much to her surprise and delight, she let out a shocked gasp when it was revealed that a fresh new face in LAW was making her debut!!! "Oh? OH~!!! Who's THIS now~...?" The Prima Donna Darling pondered, her opponent for the evening taking hold of her full attention as her curiosity got the better of her.

Ami wasn't anticipating being the new talent's first opponent, but she was excited to test their mettle nonetheless! Parker Ward, hm? From afar, she seemed bubbly, bright, and ecstatic...like a firework bouncing around the place, ready to burst in a variety of explosive colors and patterns. The closer she got to the ring, the more excited Ami became, and when her fellow brunette entered the fray, Ami hopped off the turnbuckle and marched right up to the woman. Unlike her match with Ophelia, she could tell that this Parker gal wasn't the cruel type...she seemed nice, friendly, and approachable, not like that stuck-up, prissy, and mean piece of 'wrestling royalty' that was Ophelia Van Der Meer.

With that said, she wanted to make a good first impression by extending a warm greeting to the woman, who looked to be around her age, although Parker was certainly bigger with a few inches and a few dozen pounds on the petite Prima Donna. Still, that didn't deter the equally bubbly young woman from testing out her charms on her newfound colleague and competitor, extending a hand toward Parker for a friendly, sportsmanlike welcoming.

"Look at you, I wasn't expecting to see such a lovely face tonight~!" She cheered, giggling softly. "Ami Anderson, it's a pleasure to meet you~!!! And let me be one of the first to say, WELCOME to LAW!!!" She said, clapping along and lightly hopping up and down. "I know debuts can be, like, SUPER scary and whatnot...you should've seen me in mine!!! But don't worry, I'm certain we'll put on an extraordinary match tonight, the crowd's already starting to love you~...and I can see why~" She teased, winking at Parker as she flirted with her a bit. "But make no mistake, though I look cute and cuddly...and I most certainly am~...don't think that I won't leave you seeing stars~...so you better bring your best, Parker~..." She remarked, emphasizing the woman's name as she challenged her then and there not just to try and WIN the match, but to leave a damn good first impression.

[Parker]

Parker had been content to hang back until the bell and let her debut speak for itself, but her opponent clearly had other plans. Her pale blue eyes followed Ami as the smaller brunette slipped down from the turnbuckle and came straight toward her like a heat-seeking missile. Parker instinctively squared her shoulders, body tensing just in case she was about to get jumped before the match had even started.

“Oh…” Relief flickered across her face as Ami extended a hand instead of throwing one. Her posture eased, and Parker found herself grinning like a goof, Ami’s cheerfulness almost impossible not to mirror. She reached out and clasped her opponent’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Lovely face…?” she repeated, the words slipping out with a confused laugh, as though she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with that kind of compliment.

She barely had a chance to think about it before the “Prima Donna Darling” fired off a barrage of words at her, rapid-fire and bubbly. “Hey, Ami, nice t- ...uh, yeah, thanks for the- ..don’t worry, I’ll be-” Parker tried to squeeze in, but quickly realized she was in way over her head when it came to keeping pace. Ami’s energy was relentless, and though Parker was a talker herself, this girl was in another league.

Ami’s wink and sing-song teasing dragged a soft splash of color to Parker’s cheeks. She fidgeted, rubbing the side of her arm and shifting her weight from foot to foot, trying to find some ground to stand on in the storm of energy. By the time Ami finally paused for breath, Parker gave it an extra second of silence, just to be sure she was actually done.

Cute and cuddly, huh? Parker let it echo in her mind with a crooked grin, her eyes roam Ami’s frilly gear. Yeah, she could see it. Between the petite frame and the outfit, she half expected Ami’s bedroom back home to be bursting with plush toys and fairy lights. Still, there was a spark behind the bubbly tone that Parker didn’t doubt for a second l though. Ami was here to put up a fight.

“You got it, Ami.” Parker added a deliberate punch to the girl’s name, mirroring the challenge back with a grin that was equal parts friendly and fired-up. “That’s what I’m here for.”

She gave a little bounce on her toes, rolling her shoulders back and settling into a ready stance to wait for the bell. “Normally I need a good telescope for stargazing… Lucky me, one’s about to fall here tonight and give me a really nice view.” Parker returned the cheeky wink Ami had given her earlier.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami was already liking the attitude of her opponent. Parker seemed like a lovely lass with a passion for the sport and a friendly charisma. The crowd liked her, and Ami did too. It wasn't hard to see why. Good looks, amazing charms, and a smile that could make anyone swoon. And she called Ami a star here...speaking of-

"Ooo~" Ami responded, her eyes widening after hearing Parker's little comment about 'stargazing'. "Well, don't get too ahead of yourself~...Feel free to reach for this star all you like, but don't be shocked when this heavenly body pins you for the three-count~..." She chimed right back, showcasing that she was very capable of keeping up the back-and-forth banter, and much to her delight, she was eager that Parker seemed just as receptive to a little friendly bit of chatter before the bell rang.


DING DING DING!!!


Once the match was on, Ami moved forward with the quickness of greased lightning, wasting no time in rushing right out of the gate!!! Normally, most wrestlers would think to go for a lock-up of some sort, a grappling contest to try and vie for control early on in the match. Maybe a collar-and-elbow, a test of strength, a waistlock, a headlock, so on and so forth-...however, after plenty of matches in LAW, Ami was aware of what her strengths were and weren't. It took a decent number of losses here and there, especially early on, to realize that she wasn't that gifted in terms of grappling ability, especially not against people bigger than her. So, she decided to lean more on shock and awe, acrobatics, and some unorthodox offense!!! She'd close the gap between herself and Parker, but before they came into contact, she'd suddenly leap toward the brunette with her legs outstretched, attempting to wrap them around the debuting woman's waist to lock herself in place for a wheelbarrow position. Then, Ami would push off the ground, using her momentum to try and sling Parker across the canvas with an Arm Drag!!!

Spoiler

[Parker]

Parker couldn’t help but let out a small, awkward chuckle at Ami’s quip about her “heavenly body" pinning the rookie. For some reason, that phrase caught her off guard more than she expected, and she felt a faint warmth creep across her cheeks as she averted her gaze just slightly. She wondered briefly over her own unintended reaction before shaking it off as she refocused on the task at hand.

The bell rang and Parker instinctively dropped into a grappler’s stance, knees bent, arms raised and ready to meet her opponent in a standard lock-up. She braced herself, expecting the familiar push-and-pull of a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Instead, Ami came at her like a bullet. Before Parker could even reach out, the smaller woman launched herself upward, wrapping her legs around Parker’s waist in a fluid motion. In the blink of an eye, Parker was whipped forward, momentum carrying her over with a sharp snap that sent her crashing into the canvas.

She rolled with it as best she could, tucking her shoulder and letting the momentum carry her through. Even so, she ate the impact, grimacing as she hit the mat before rolling onto her knees. She popped back up faster than expected, her boots squeaking against the canvas as she pivoted on the ball of her foot to direct herself back at Ami. Springing to her feet with a determined look flashing in her eyes, she shot off the mat, closing the small distance wth long strides.

Building steam, she cocked back her arm then let it fly, swinging high with a lariat, a quick attempt to cut her opponent’s acrobatics short and hammer her down with raw momentum.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami's movements were sharp, practiced, precise...match after match, both wins AND losses, were learning experiences. A rookie no longer, Ami was finally starting to come into her own, step by step. While still the same enthusiastic young woman that she was in the past, it was obvious that she was much better than when she initially started. So as Parker was sent flying overhead, the Prima Donna Darling felt a tinge of confidence swelling in her chest, having to stop herself from pumping her fist in excitement. She tried darting after her adversary, attempting to catch Parker during her recovery with a sudden Dropkick right to her shoulder and chest, but the Canadian grappler was prepared!!!

Just as Ami was starting to build up some momentum for herself, Parker was right there to cut her off, the two going blow-for-blow so far as the Canadian newbie reciprocated her opponent's initial Arm Drag with a mighty Lariat, knocking the wind out of the petite Prima Donna and sending her to the canvas with a grimace and a groan. Ami took a second to recuperate, sucking in a deep breath of air and rolling back to her feet.

The crowd was cheering for both women, enamored by the differing displays of athleticism. It was clear that Parker held all the cards when it came to power, but Ami held the advantage in speed and agility. With that said, it was up to the Prima Donna to remain as quick on her feet as possible, hence her urgency in standing back up so that Parker couldn't just overpower her with another power move again. "Quicker than you look~! I really felt that! I mean, not that I was expecting you to hit soft, but WOW-...my chest is aching." She said bashfully, smiling awkwardly. "So now we're one-to-one, gosh, I'm feeling pumped up already." She said, rushing back at Parker and going for a lock-up. She'd attempt to use her quicker movements to feint a low dive, an attempt at dashing around the woman, and going for a Waistlock? Nope~...Ami's real goal was to try and make Parker duck down slightly so she could whip back up and try catching her with a sneaky Side Headlock instead!!! However, this was reliant on the Canadian chick being just a touch slower than her petite opponent.

[Parker]

The lariat hit clean, Ami bouncing to the mat with a sharp thud, and Parker kept moving, her momentum carrying her a few steps before she slowed to a halt. She turned back, shaking out her arm from the impact, circling the Prima Donna as the crowd buzzed. Her chest rose and fell, sweat already starting to bead at her brow, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

“And you’re lighter on your feet than you look… also off of them.” Parker teased lightly, earning a ripple of chuckles from the audience at her dry delivery. It was honest, too. For all Ami’s petite frame, she had some spring to her.

While Ami scrambled back to her feet quickly, Parker gave her the space to do so, keeping her distance instead of rushing in. Tit for tat. A show of respect for an opponent who’d already proved she could sting with her speed. But the truth was, Parker wasn’t entirely sure how dangerous Ami could be from the mat, and those long legs of hers looked like they could whip a mean kick if given the chance.

She rolled her shoulders once and spread her stance, ready for the next exchange. The crowd loved it, voices rising as the two rookies squared off again.

When Ami darted in, Parker shifted back a half-step, wary of another arm drag waiting in the wings. Her boots shuffled against the canvas, weight kept low, eyes trained on Ami’s feints. But then the smaller woman dipped. Quick, fluid, faster than Parker’s instincts could fully process.

Parker lunged to meet her, but Ami slipped past, smooth as running water. The next heartbeat snapped Parker down, her head tucked tight under Ami’s arm in a snug side headlock. She hunched over, face mashed into Ami’s side, her breath muffled against the other girl’s body.

“R–really fast…” Parker muttered, her words strained between gasps of breath. One arm looped awkwardly around Ami’s lower back while her other hand braced at her hip, moving wherever Ami twisted her. Warm breath spilled across Ami’s forearm as Parker admitted, almost sheepishly, “Too fast for me to catch…”

For a second, it might’ve sounded like genuine defeat, but the grin spreading slowly across Parker’s face told another story. “So thanks… for standing still,” she whispered.

Her hands shifted, palms slipping lower, locking tight around Ami’s waist. Fingers interlaced, cinching her grip snug, Parker stamped her boots into the canvas for balance. Then, with a grunt, she heaved, every muscle in her back and shoulders straining as she tried to haul Ami up off her feet.

With one sharp bend backward, Parker sought to heave her opponent overhead in a suplex, aiming to slam Ami’s head and shoulders down hard against the mat. She did everything in her power to hold tight, refusing to let the agile Prima Donna wriggle free, determined to wring every ounce of advantage from the opening she’d fought to seize.

[Misfit_Alien]

Ami had Parker exactly where she wanted her, but the woman's struggles and the unexpected compliments distracted Ami, who giggled softly while tightening the hold, trying to have a little fun with her opponent amid their little clash between the ropes.

"Hehe, what's the matter, is this shooting star a little too quick for you~? Or are you just amazed at being this close to such a heavenly body~...How's the view, hm~? Better than the Northern Lights~?" She asked teasingly, winking at the Canadian brunette just to see how she'd react. However, Parker was already a step ahead of her, as her compliments veiled her true intentions, for when that devious grin spread across her face, Ami's cheeks flushed with red as she felt a tinge of embarrassment wash over her. Without much warning, her Canadian competitor caught her off guard!!!

"W-woah, woah, wait we can talk about th-AHHHHHH-GHK!!!" Ami exclaimed, kicking her legs about and scrambling for her life as Parker lifted her off the mat, heaving her up nice and high before bridging backward and SLAMMING the Prima Donna with a sizable -THUMP- as she hit the canvas, wheezing for a moment before focusing on trying to escape.

Her upper back and neck were already starting to feel the pain, and it certainly didn't help that Parker was keen on keeping her grounded, bringing the Prima Donna down into her territory, much to Ami's chagrin. "Gh-...Y-You're lucky you're cute, and I'm feeling generous since it's your debut...s-so I'll let you off the hook for this." She said, chuckling softly as she tried to sound confident while making light of the situation, continuing to struggle against the Canadian woman's grasp, but Parker had her locked down tight...she was far better at grappling than Ami anticipated!!!

[Parker]

Parker’s muscles strained with the effort of hauling Ami overhead, but her grin never faded. She adjusted her footing, boots squeaking faintly against the canvas as she dragged both of them upright, refusing to let go no matter how much the Prima Donna wiggled and kicked. Her arms stayed cinched tight, hugging Ami’s waist to her own chest, making the smaller woman’s squirming only highlight how firmly she was caught.

“You’re full of compliments, and don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it…” Parker huffed with effort, her voice breathless but amused as she muscled them both back to their feet. It was no easy task holding onto Ami. “...but you don’t get a pass because you’re cute and quirky. Thems the rules.” She gave Ami’s side a tight squeeze as if to punctuate the tease, her grin broadening when the crowd picked up on her words with a ripple of cheers.

Step by step, Parker shifted her weight, tightening her grip as she maneuvered them into position. One shoulder dug against Ami’s back as she adjusted her hold, the rookie tugging the lighter woman snug to her body like she was cinching in the straps on a heavy pack. The Canadian brunette’s breath came steady and low, her cheek brushing briefly against Ami’s shoulder as she leaned in.

“Hold on tight, Ms. Shining Star.” Parker murmured, her words more playful than cruel, her chest pressed tight to Ami’s back as she bent her knees and braced her stance.

And then she went for it. With a sharp grunt, Parker popped her hips and yanked Ami backward in one explosive motion. The crowd gasped as the Prima Donna was hoisted off her feet, Parker arching deep into a smooth bridge. Ami’s body snapped through the air and crashed hard against the mat to try and plant Ami on her head and shoulder’s folded in on herself with a picture-perfect German suplex.

Legs trembling from the effort, Parker planted her toes, bridging high and locking Ami down for the early pin attempt, her arms banded tight around the Prima Donna’s waist like iron. The referee came to a slide beside them, ready to start a count.