L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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Isaiah "The Prophet" Bowen didn't think to much of the day as he entered the LAW gym, he was here to combat a shyness he had since childhood, but, there seemed to be no one here at the moment. He figured as much as he had always been an early riser. He picked a corner for himself and started doing pushups

"One...
Two...
Three..."

Francisca "Devil Cat" Hererra was sauntering through the gym, clad as always in her Devil Cat leotard when she spotted an unfamiliar face pumping weights in one corner. She raised an eyebrow as she examined him - he was a boyish looking wrestler - fresh meat, as far as she was concerned. You never knew when you might be pitted against an opponent. It was time to start the games.

"Oooh, that's a whole lotta weight you got there," Francisca cooed mockingly, lounging nonchalantly against a nearby rack of weights as she examined the brown-haired wrestler. "But I think you may be in the wrong place, pretty boy. Rookie's gym is that way." Grinning she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, eager to see what rise she might provoke out of the newcomer.

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

Isaiah didn't even look up, "Then why are you here?" he answered, not even looking up at his teaser.

"Hah, oh you're cute," Francisca tittered as the stoic newcomer tried not to rise to her bait. With a feline smile she walked around and dropped down in front of him, taking up an identical pose with her face just inches away in a deliberate attempt to show off her curvy physique and impressive cleavage.

"All business, huh? Don't you know LAW is the one place were you can mix business and pleasure?"

"Can't say that I...did" Isaiah said with a bit of a stunned expression. He knew that the girls here were rather good looking, but, he certainly didn't expect this. He shook his head, "Don't you have someone else to annoy?"

"Don't be like that," Francisca teased, reaching out and idly stroking his cheek with one finger. "I'm not annoying you, I'm ... welcoming you." She flashed her feline smile. "You'll have to get used to the pretty ladies taking an interest in you around here. One way or another."

Then in a swift motion she shot upright again, looking down at him with a faintly pitying expression. "Gotta say, boy, if you can't handle a little bit o' flirting here, you are in for some real trouble down the road." Hands on hips she kept her eyes on him, smiling.

Isaiah, with a slight blush on his cheek, shot up himself, "What do you want from me anyway? If you want a date, just say so! I'll probably say no, but, at least be direct with me!"

"A date? With you?" Francisca laughed evilly, looking him up and down. "I'm just welcoming you to LAW, pretty boy. You want a date with this, you gotta earn it."

To accent the point she gave a languid stretch, winking invitingly at the rookie wrestler.

"You're not used to rejection, are you?" Isaiah asked as he tried to continue his workout. Although, he basically admitted that this woman was pretty, even she had to admit that this was a lost cause...

Francisca pouted mockingly at Isaiah's assertion. "Oh, baby, you think you know me?" She tossed her hair carelessly and stepped towards him, moving so close that her breasts were almost pressing against his muscled chest.

"I think you're not used to being around women like this. I bet I'd just eat you up in the ring." She grinned invitingly.