So Antonov's back and he's more Macho Man than ever. Also, Angel got the boot from the 'Wrestling' team – which that team basically is, regardless on if it's called "Team Mexico" or "Team G.A.W.".
Here's a chapter nodding to this most recent development.
"Galaxy Anton Wrestling" was suddenly becoming the talk of Southtown heading into the next King of Fighters tournament. The news caught the attention of a former KoF team's pair of noted wrestling stars, in Ramon and the King of Dinosaurs, and they were quickly picked up into Antonov's insanely ambitious efforts to regain his fame.
Angel, on the other hand, somehow didn't make the cut – and she wasn't happy about that.
Within hours of the news of the wrestling-fed's representing team entering the KoF tournament – without her involvement – she had managed to find out the HQ and fought through security to get to the big Russian himself.
"What do you mean I'm off the team?!"
"Choices had to be made, young lady." Antonov was surprisingly barely fazed by the intrusion as he reasoned with confidence. "Both Ramon and the dinosaur both have that spirit I'm looking for – sure one of them's a bit small, but—"
"I can bench-press five Ramons, cabrón!" Angel interjected. "If we gotta make sacrifices, we could easily trade him off for someone with a better body, like me! Besides, I hear he's got a weird thing for married women, and I dunno how some of you guys feel about that..."
"Ehhh, the business has its share of hedonism – nothing new here..."
"If that's the case, I'm more qualified – I mean, do you see me? Niños become hombres when they look at me!"
The 'G.A.W. Champion' obliged to briefly examine Angel's body.
"Well... that may be – but when I put my mind to something, there's very little one can do to make me reconsider..."
He stood up from his seat behind the desk, briefly extracting his cigar from between his lips as he walked past. "...and my mind is made up. Sorry, but that's the wrestling business for you."
"E-ehh?! B-but...!"
"I think this meeting is already over." He opened the door, gesturing past it with some good courtesy to go along with it. "Go on, run along~"
Angel's retort was to kick the door closed with one swift and powerful boot against it, re-enclosing herself within alongside the boss.
In her mind, she felt she needed to make herself clear, in whatever way she usually felt like going about it.
"I've got methods of convincing guys like you, y'know – I'm kind of an irresistible force." She cricked her neck slightly as she replaced her outrage with a relatively chill, but plodding, attitude.
"I'm not letting NESTS drag me back in, no matter what. I won't let 'em."
Antonov raised an eyebrow. "...What's this about NESTS—"
"Shhh..." Angel shushed, a finger raised to the lips of the towering machismo before her. It almost looked as though her other hand was hovering around the collar of her jacket...
Plan B was slowly forming up on the fly. "Now, Mr. Antonov, you talk a bit about hedonism. Tell me, what do you know, really? Any chance you're married?"
"Why do you need to know that?"
"Oh, just curious, really..."
Despite seeming inconspicuous, subtlety was slowly dying as Angel was pulling down on the zipper of her burstingly-tight jacket. There wasn't much separating her jacket from a complete unveiling of her most prized 'assets', and she knew it.
As a further 'power move', she carefully grabbed the cigar from his hand, much to his slight bafflement.
"I just want to be sure you're able to 'get the job done' if the opportunity opens up, if you catch my drift – don't you, big guy?"
She dropped the cigar right into the confines of her cleavage - cigar burns meant nothing to her, clearly.
Antonov didn't have plenty of places to look on her other than down due to the massive height difference – but what he saw, did indeed make him consider.
"Hmm... now that I think about it, I think there is something I can fill you in for..."
Angel was still not happy. On one hand, her 'plan de contingencia' worked somewhat, as she was given some sort of opportunity connected to her previous team...
...as one of the eye-candy providing, flag-bearing women in the reinvigorated and glamorous King of Fighters arena, sponsored by the G.A.W. – away from the action and deep in the background.
This was the level of pull Antonov got from Angel's efforts – and it was perhaps the opposite of what she wanted out of this.
"You shoulda just let me bang ya," she muttered, clearly feeling outplayed by the former KoF host's negotiations. "Just let me take that 'big dick energy' and put it to use for you."
Intriguingly enough, she wasn't the only former competitor on the 'flag team'.
"Don't be so glum, my friend~"
Zarina, of the previous tournament's 'South America Team', was also among the black-and-red clad cheer-squad, optimistically giving Angel a pat on the back.
"Mr. Antonov says he's willing to do a lot to help keep my friend's home safe!"
In case you were wondering – yes, Coco remained present by her side, perched atop the flag she held.
"Yeah yeah, whatever..." The little pep talk didn't really budge Angel – though she did find herself curious about her peers. aside, turned her head the other way towards another of the ladies.
"What about you? What's your story?"
She focused her attention on the confused blue-haired girl – the girl who happened to be Kasumi Todoh, whose motive was, without argument, less compatible with what she wound up doing.
"I asked that man to help me find my father," the aikido girl answered. "I don't know how I even wound up here."
Angel could almost relate.
Not the 'missing father' part, more the 'How did I even get here?' part.
Note: If you look closely at the details in the King of Fighters arena that (I presume) Team G.A.W. has a home within, there are a few background ladies with what seem to be flags (or maybe signs) promoting the tournament.
