L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The sound of Tracy banging on GASTER's front door would not be pleasing for the neighbors to hear in the middle of the evening. Tracy seemed rather annoyed. After her victory over Clara, she was promised a "date" with the petite Shadow Lord. A date that never came to pass. GASTER had certainly been sorting herself out in recent months. It was common knowledge that LAW's resident Shadow Lord had taken a spell to pick herself up after failing to capture the Lightweight Championship in the last Championship Tournament. But enough had been enough. No one in the world of pro wrestling found success by leaving themselves in a rut. And although Tracy was here to ensure that GASTER kept her promise, the Circus Cat's ulterior motive was to help the spooky spectacle of a wrestler get herself back on track!

Tracy Canon - The Circus Cat

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"GAAAAAAASTER, I know you're in there! Get your tiny, cute butt to the door! You owe Mama Tracy big time! And she's come to collect her due!" Clara, of course, knew precisely what Tracy was on about. And Tracy wouldn't be leaving until her visit was acknowledged! Clad in sneakers, leggings, a tee-shirt, and her mask, Tracy knocked with one hand whilst carrying her purse in the other. The purse contained Canon's signature leotard and armlets. She was ready to get down to business with GASTER in the bedroom!

As the loud knocks played on her door, Clara was just done taking a shower. As the knocks hit, she believed that she was imagining them originally...

...but then they hit louder.

"?!", she silently peeked her head out of her bathroom...and heard a familiar, melodic, seductive voice from behind the door:

"Tracy?!", she recognized it, as she began to mention about a specific debt she owed the Circus Cat. Behind the stage after their encounter, Tracy woke GASTER up, the Shadow Lord unmasking to Tracy in private...but unable to follow up on the date that day, too winded down from the match, the two women agreeing for a date another time...

And then the lightweight tourney happened, the training almost completely eating away at Clara's free time.

And then she lost.

Running away was not the best course of action, she was realizing, leaving so many things unfinished, including the date with the Catgirl tonight.

She hastily put her clothes on, pyjama pants and a blue TARDIS T-shirt, barely drying and brushing her long hair as she hurried for the door to stop Tracy waiting outside:

"HI! I am here! Whatsup?!", Clara said, breathing heavily as she opened the door to her new, large apartment wide open.

Tracy knew she was being imposing, but she knew that getting GASTER caught up in the moment would take her mind off things, it would help her bounce back. Or do, she hoped. When the cute, petite bluenette opened the door and offered her salutations, Tracy reached for Clara's cheeks with both hands. She'd bring her own face close to GASTER's.

"Go on a date with me or I'll squish your face! Squish~" Canon said as she applied the lightest of pressure, just light enough to tease and get her point across.

"We had a whole match together! An entire experience! And then you just up and forgot about the follow-up! I thought we had something special, GASTER!"

Tracy kept the act up, but she knew her friend had been laying low for good reason. And given the events of the lightweight tourney, Canon inferred that the reason was poor spirits. And Tracy was there to lift them!

"Wah...?", Clara let out as her face was suddenly seized, the masked redhead bring her face very close to her's, the Brit's cheeks turning red as thoughts of kissing the beautiful luchadora entered her head.

And then Tracy made her ultimatum known, partially delivering on her threat:

"Aaaaauuummmm...", she let out as Tracy pulled lightly at her cheeks, more entertained about the gesture than annoyed. As she was released from her "torture", Clara would speak:

"I-I know Tracy...I am sorry. One thing lead to another and...here we are. I don't have anything planned for today...what did you want to do?"

Tracy's brand of pushy playfulness seemed to entertain and please her petite friend. Having seen some cheer return to Clara's eyes, Tracy brought her fists back to her hips and leaned forwards. She eyed Clara up and down and took a peek past her, into the abode of The Shadow Lord.

"I want toooooo...." Tracy mused as she brought the tip of her index finger to her chin.

"Pick up exactly where we left off! You and I are gonna have a slumber party date! And you're hosting....! Iiiiiiif that's okay with you, of course. Do you mind if I come in? I brought snacks." Tracy would say, changing her expression and her attitude as she reached into a pink knapsack she brought with her and pulled out a party-sized bag of chips. The redheaded luchadora swayed her hips too and fro, embodying the cat gimmick as the tail of her outfit moved side to side along with her backside.

"Sounds good to me!", Clara positively noted...as she noticed Tracy's tail still attached to her behind, despite still wearing casual clothes as she came to her appartment.

"Huh...", she thought to herself before motioning Tracy inside.

Inside Clara's new apartment was very roomy, even though it was still only large enough for 1 person plus an occasional guest to live in. It was a 2 bedroom flat, with a separate bedroom at the back of the room being redesigned for Clara's evil purposes, while the first door to the left being her regular, incredibly large bedroom, while the door opposing it was the bathroom, from which steam was heading out after Clara's shower. The rest of the apartment was occupied by a coach opposite a TV, a table and a chair with a laptop on the former, and a small kitchen to the right, which was where the two lovely ladies headed, Clara turning the kettle on and sitting opposite the lovely luchadora, putting two clean teacups next to them:

"How have you been?"

Tracy's wardrobe malfunction had revealed that she had come ready to wrestle. But rather than come at Clara kike a woman scorned, she wanted to show she cared to check in on her friend and make sure she be fine to return to the ring.

The redhead found her way to the kitchen, taking note of the layout of the flat along the way. The door at the back of the room seemed particularly interesting to her. Tracy looked at it mischievously and motioned towards it. Of course, Clara would likely shut her down. The two made their way into the kitchen. Being the kind and gracious host that she was, Clara had already gotten started on making tea.

"Oh, I've been over the moon! I'm a World Tag Team Champion! Alongside the best, most beautiful babe in the biz, Kat Hart! And my nerdy sister in arms Aurora. We're kicking butt! And getting tons of interviews and merch and stuff!" Tracy gestured with a wide, pleased smile on her adorable face. It was plain to see that she was genuinely happy. But she soon transitioned to a more concerned demeanor.

"Buuuuuuut, I didn't come here to talk about me! I came here to focus on youuuuuu." Tracy would say as she pointed to Clara with both index fingers.

"So GASTER. Talk to me. Tell me about how life's been. Mama Tracy is here to help!"

"That's right...you are a champion now!", Clara would say the first words with a somber tone, before clearing her head and perking up to be happy for her friend: "You better watch out! Um..."

This was when she suddenly remembered that she talked about Alice and her own tag team...and how they just didn't mesh well together, in spite of being sisters. Alice told her she would be always there to support her no matter what, but the two decided to try and experimenting with different partners.

"Once...once I find a partner, we'll make sure to take those from you!", she would try to sound more confident in her claim but it was clear in her voice that she wasn't too confident in challenging for tag belts quite yet.

Tracy must have picked up on the somber notes in Clara's voice, asking Clara about her troubles.

Clara hesitated for the moment. She knew she owed Tracy explanations for leaving out of the blue like that. She already told all her troubles to Katherine Scarlett...but it wouldn't hurt to open up to someone else, right?

"I...I don't know. Life's been weird and confusing and I didn't know in which direction to take things. The Lightweight title loss kind of...broke me. I actually thought of retirement but I decided to just go for a hiatus for a little while. Tried a few things, they didn't work out, and now I am back here again with a crazy rich Frenchwoman wanting to squeeze the life out of me"

"It's Monday in the wrestling world, Tracy. That's the short story of it...", she would finish before the kettle let itself know that the water was boiled, Clara picking it up to pour it into cups, before heading for the tea in the cupboard:

"Black or green? Black is with raspberry, by the way..."

Clara's words excited Tracy at first. She said there at the table with the petite girl practically beaming at the prospect of wrestling The GASTER Sisters for the Tag Titles! But as GASTER continued to voice her stream of consciousness, the reality of what her emotional state and headspace were right now was becoming plain as day. Tracy's hand which rested on the table, became a fist when Clara went on about feeling broken and lost...about retiring. There mere thought of it had Canon practically shaking with anger and dissatisfaction. As Clara turned around to tend to the kettle and prepare tea, Tracy rose almost silently. The luchadora looked down in contempt. She approached Clara stealthily from behind as if to stalk her.

When Clara turned to offer black or green, Tracy lunged forward...and hugged her friend tightly!

"The only tea you can interest me in...is this cu-tea right here....." Tracy would say as she buried her face in Clara's shoulder. Tears began to stream down her face, some of them fell onto Clara's shoulder and back as The Circus Cat wept! She did, however, maintain enough composure to speak clearly.

"The Lightweight Title loss broke you....you should be LAW Lightweight Champion right now...I know how that feels! I know exactly how that feels! I should be Middleweight Champion! I was Tina's very first title defense....! But things don't always work out that way. I suffered a very similar loss but I kept trying. I kept trying and...." Tracy would sob as she tried to make her point. The waterworks did not stop. It took her a moment to catch herself, but she continued nevertheless!

"I became a champion! But I would vacate this stupid belt right here and right now if it meant you wouldn't even THINK about retiring! I can always win the Middleweight title later! You can always work your way back up the ladder and challenge for the Lightweight title later! But if you retire, we'll never have GASTER again! We'll have YOU again!"

Tracy would stand upright once more. She wiped the tears that she could reach. She didn't care right now that her mask was getting wet.

"Do you understand?! I would have never even gotten into wrestling if it weren't for Kat! How many girls do you think are watching LAW right now? Training to be a part of LAW or grinding in the indies right now because they want to be like you?! If Kat had quit early on in her career...if she had quit because she lost a match...I..."

"Wrestle me, GASTER! Right now! I'll make you find your love of sport again! I'll make you see that you are so much greater than your failures! I'll make you see that setback as something to grow and learn from! For the sake of every Shadow Lord fan waiting for you to come back to the ring, for the sake of how great you can be and will be, how great you already are! I won't let you throw away your legacy! I'll whup anyone! Any crazy rich French Baroness and any Lightweight Champ con artist facade! I'll even fight you! I'll fight anyone if it means you'll stick it out when the going gets tough and fine your path back to greatness again!"

"Huff!", Clara let out as Tracy suddenly hugged her, at first starting with a joke...before she felt her face at her shoulder...getting wet, as Tracy's tears went down her arm.

Tracy tried to reason with Clara, wanting the Brit to never ever possibly even consider leaving wrestling again, citing her own success and her potential fans turning wrestlers as reasons to stay in wrestling:

"Tracy, Tracy, it's ok!", she hugged her friend back, trying to calm her down while trying not to break down crying herself:

"You and other LAW ladies who found success in the ring are a big part of the reason why I stayed...and seeing the outpouring support was the other one. Unless something bad happened, I doubt I'd leave wrestling for good."

She put the tea down, realizing how awkward the hug was while she had boxes in her hands.

"I guess it would be awkward to refuse the challenge now, given you arrived in your attire. Besides, I still owe you for losing to you..."

She would release the hug and look at the catgirl with mischievous eyes: "So, wrestle right now?", she would look towards the exit of the kitchen.

"Shall we head to the bedroom?"