L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Location: The Dragon’s Hoard
Time: 6:02 AM

Anahera couldn’t sleep. All night, he had been tossing and turning in his bed. The sheets were too warm, his air conditioning was on the fritz and while the window was open and giving him some relief, his body temperature was too high for him to get comfortable, and he was a sweaty, heated mess.

So at around five am, he had decided to forgo the attempts at sleep and make way for his friend, Athena’s bar. He had met her online, they argued about the schematics of swords for cosplays, beat each others ass (Athena barely won, but Ana would never admit it), and became fast friends. They weren’t an official tag team, but they did promise to hit the other one up if they ever had a challenge that needed more than one wrestler.

Now, back to him at the Hoard.

He was understimulated.

To Ana, people appeared as faceless creatures, buzzing from something to the next, like a hive. He couldn’t describe someone he talked to fifteen minutes ago if you asked. His finger lightly scraped his jawline, but he did look an odd sight.

In a corner that Athena had joked about calling “The Dungeon”, considering that he had sat over there every time he came, and always brought some large scale fantasy maps to pore over. Normally people came to fight here, but Anahera almost never did anything of the sort.

He had a little clay figurine he made himself, and was wondering how to progress the story in the book he was working on, pushing his black rimmed glasses back on his nose. He’d move the figure a little forwards and decided the story needed an antagonist.

Athena just watched him with a smile, polishing the glasses.

Some women had asked about him, which wasn’t surprising since the nerd was built and in a bodysuit of all things, but since he wasn’t exactly wearing any of the tags visible and not showing any interest, they assumed he was just a spectator- but to some of the eagle eyed ones, they were there.

Just.

Under the large map he had.

Also inside the Dragon's Hoard, on the opposite side from the so called 'Dungeon' was one Danica Donelle. After hearing about this place opening recently she decided to check it out on a bar hopping spree with some of her friends.

As such they had gotten in around three am, but having liked the vibe and spectating the matches she and said friends had decided to hang out here until they couldn't drink anymore, a limit that the majority of her friends had hit but Danica was still raring to go and was rather loud as well.

"Woo! Hey another shot!" Danica said loudly as she went up to the bar and after receiving it she would down it in one go before looking around. While having watched a couple of bouts she hadn't participated in any herself and with the liquor in her system she was wanting to burn off some energy something, but no one looked interesting at all.

"Ugh fucking lame." Danica said in a slurred voice, looking around again before finally noticing a lone individual in the corner with a bunch of maps or something around him.

"Eh?" Danica said to herself as she finally pushed off the bar and began making her way over to the table, making her presence known by slamming her hands down on the table.

"OI.... whatsss a bunch of nerdy shit like this doing in a bar meant for fighters huh you fucking dweeb." Danica slurred out, wanting to take her annoyance at not finding anyone to fight on the first person she saw that she could easily talk shit too.

Of course, Athena was just about considering having to kick Danica out due to her being obviously drunk- or rather, offer her a fight and then a place to rest. However, she caught a glimpse of her gaze looking over at her friend and then her lip curled a little.

[He’s like a bully magnet.]

Heck, she in her high school phase would also have bullied him. However, this never really crossed Anahera’s mind.

He just drew. Fingers across the map, rubbing and erasing..

Until a very loud and belligerent silver haired woman came towards him and smashed her palms onto the table, causing the wooden frame to rattle and him to jump up in surprise. He normally had a sixth sense for this sort of thing but he supposed he must have been engrossed- or Danica wasn’t exactly watching him too hard- for him to notice.

However, the smack had caused his figurines to drop to the side, one of which smacked against her foot.

“Do you mind?”

Ana said quite crossly, crossing his hands over his chest as she started to berate him. He’d glare at her, but his expression softened when he noticed she was drunk.. although he suspected she wasn’t THAT drunk.

“Dweeb? What are you.. a ten year old? Also this “nerd shit” needs a lot of creativity and passion-“

He started to begin a tirade, but he recognised her. Danica Donelle, a snake themed wrestler.. he’d furrow his brow a little, attempting to remember. Oh, right.

“.. the former of which you clearly don’t have, since you’re just doing what your mom did but worse, you rip off.”

Slamming her hand on the table and making her presence to the man known Danica would lean forward, expecting him to cower or put up some feeble verbal defense.

Though that is most certainly not what she got as instead the man would throw a rather cross reply, insulting her maturity as well as implying she had no creativity by saying she was a rip off of her mother!

Unfortunately for Anahera however that definitely set something off in Danica as she immediately snarled and swept her hands across the table, knocking off his maps and figures before planting her hands on the table and leaning forward with a glower.

"The fuck do you think you are... You and your stupid fake maps... you don't know shit about me or my mom you little shit..." Danica growled angrily, looking ready to throw down any second.

Fake maps? He wasn’t delusional, he knew it was true but.. she had set him off too, what with her swiping his carefully crafted maps off the table.

Slowly, he’d stand up, with a frown, his chest pressing against her own- and for a nerd, he looked like he was made of pure muscle, black, jaded locks barely touching his shoulders.

“I can assure you.. the only thing little here are your chances at beating me.”

He’d signal Athena to send someone to pick up his maps, and then he coolly took his glass of cold lemon spiced drink, and poured it over her head.

“Cool off, snake. You can coil yourself around me when you’re sober.”

Danica continued to growl lightly even as the man sitting before her began to stand up, showing himself to be much larger than initially anticipated, but that didn't cause Danica to hesitate even for a moment! "Hehhhh? What you think cause you're some big hunk of meat I'll be-..." Danica's words died in her throat as the dark haired man grabbed his drink and poured it over Danica's head!

Blinking for a moment in shock as if she'd short circuited it wouldn't take long before Danica's face turned bright red in fury as she focused all of her attention on him. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Danica screamed as she suddenly throw herself forward into him, hands going to grab at his hair, free hand slamming down on his face as she tried to tackle him into the booth!