The beach is for skating!(Lobo)

When she had moved over to Japan, Tessa had not initially thought that there would be much beach for her to visit. The city seemed to be too big, too flashy and too foreign to have a beach. But much to her surprise and to the late shame of her geography teachers by the failing German, there were plenty of beaches close to Tokyo!

So in the summer months, the Blonde had bought some roller skates and a bike. The bike to actually arrive at the beach, and the roller skates to drive along the sandy beach and the sea. It was a pretty warm, very nice summer day and Tessa was dressed accordingly in a black jeans short and a tight, belly free top of the same color. She had a little backpack on her back, completely with some healthy food and drink along a fitness magazine, some suncream and a towel.

So she was driving along with powerful strokes of her long legs, humming softly under the impression of a little quiet music. Reaching a little public skater park, she would drive slower and finally stop to get some liquid, the finest fitness drinks the best fitness shop had to offer into her body, sighing comfortably while looking for the bottle.

Trixie Lasek was tearing it up at the skate park, with a pair of BEATS hanging around her neck, she tore up the railings, grinding down the entire length of the metal before kicking her way towards the half pipe. She was glad to get some fresh air after a pretty miserable loss to Mercy Wrenn and $20,000 American dollars but she was making up for it to herself by skating her heart out.

She was wearing a pair of torn up skinny jeans, red converse sneakers and a grey sleeveless hoody as she tore up the half pipe, only stopping when she spotted a blonde haired woman in rollerblades getting a drink. Trixie saw what was on her feet and huffed in amusement.

"Oh my god... Is it nineteen-ninety two? People still wear things like that?" Trixie scoffed in mock amusement as she looked at the blades.

*Huh?*
Tessa had sat down the drink just in time when a skater boy had approached her to comment on her skates. Although a rather quiet person outside of a ring, she also had learned how to handle rude wrestling fans when she had worked as ring announcer or card girl while working on the independents and would not just take flak for something like this despite the road and the park looking quite deserted.

“These are the best roller skates this country has to offer, skater boy. So why don´t you just drive home to your mommy and rather use your feet instead of your mouth?”
She casually asked back while moving her little towel to dry her throat, watching if the young skater would piss of or come closer.

Trixie's eyes suddenly widen. "W-Who are you calling a boy!?!?" She shouted like it was the worst thing! Tomboy she was but she was still a girl, thank you!

Her eyes only narrowed as her mom was brought up too. "I'm eighteen, you dick! I'm an Adult!" She yelled and stomped her feet like she was throwing a tantrum all while gritting her teeth as this preppy looking, stuck up, bustier, older blonde bimbo jerk-face!

"How about we settle this the old fashioned way! We skate to see who's best!" She declared as she grabbed her board.

Oh, that had obviously hit the skater boy on many more levels than she had anticipated. The skater boy was indeed not a boy, but a girl, hidden somewhere under the raggedy tag clothing the girl wore. She was about to apologize, but that was pretty much overboard when the girl began her second sentence in a brash and angry tone that did not sit well with the Blonde.

“Look, if you dress like a skater boy, don´t expect people to give you compliments for your girly style. And if you were an adult, you would not be skating here. Or stomping like a four year old.”
She sneered, looking a little more annoyed than before, her good mood severely weakened at this point but she was still trying to stay calm.
“ But ok, the little girl will get her wish now. From where to where do you want to skate?”

"I am NOT a boy!" Trixie argued anyway like it would change Tessa's mind but kept quiet as she called a four year old. That felt like a total low blow!

"From where to where? Oh no. It's not a race. I'm not stupid. You're faster on blades than I am on my board. No. We see who can pull of tricks without fucking up." Said Trixie as she pointed at a some stone steps with a steel guardrail on the side.

"We see who can hit a grind all the way down, okay? If you botch, you lose!"

“A what on what?”
Tessa had no idea what the girl was talking about and looked a little bit confused right now after inspecting the rail. But she had learned that blades were faster than a skateboard at least. But as a trained wrestler, she would have never thought of jumping of things in that fashion and doing a flip or whatever these skateboard people were talking about all the time.

“I am a professional wrestler and can´t risk an injury in something like that. The same reason I don´t do parcour despite it being great for flexibility. If we were talking about a skater disco battle, ok, but this...”
She argued, already nearly ready again to let things just pass at this point. What else could they do?

"A. Grind." Trixie repeated with clear emphasis like Tessa were slow, only to find herself completely dumbfounded by her refusal to go along with her challange.

"Don't be a pussy!" Trixie growled after slamming her palm against her face. "Only a fool would get hurt anyway! But fine, if you wanna forfeit, I guess I win then! HA!" Trixie declared as she crossed her arms and lifted her chin proudly with a big grin on her face, feeling superior.

"...But what in the fuck is a Skater Disco Battle? Whare are you, like, forty?"

“F..forty? How dare you to say that!”
Tessa was a girl that had a lot of patience, but that was too much for her to stay calm. Rolling closer to the feisty brat with a reddened and clearly angry face, she would attempt to poke the skater girl in the upper chest with a stingy finger and especially a perfectly polished and red colored fingernail.
“Listen shrimp, if you were not barely mature I would teach you a lesson in respect and humility right here and now! And you were the first to decline the race challenge, so i would win by forfeit!”

"Forty!" Trixie repeated just to be a dick as she got a stiff upper lift and puffed her chest out once Tessa began to poke her, glaring into the eyes of her counterpart.

Honestly she had to resist losing her shit after being called 'shrimp'.

"H-HOW do you win by forfeit!? That makes no sense if we never even agreed!!" Growled Trixie as her arms flailed up and down.