Post by kjcasey42 on Jan 17, 2019 13:28:37 GMT
KANAKO AKIYAMA: 
The walk back to the locker room after Kanako Akiyama’s gruelling match with Eva May is strangely quiet. It becomes apparent at some point that everyone backstage is staring at Kanako. Crew, staff, other wrestlers. The looks range from confusion to mistrust to flat out contempt. But no one says anything to the young fighter.
She pushes the door to the locker room open and slides in. Looking around, Akiyama sees no one. She walks up to her locker and starts to open it, but pauses. She sits on the bench next to it instead and takes in a deep breath.
“Hey.”
TRIXIE “JINX” DECKER:
Kanako's head whips around to the unfamiliar voice. Standing before her is a petite brunette goth, only slightly taller and heavier than her, in a black bra and thong, obviously in the middle of changing. She must have been behind the locker bank. In her hands is a first aid kit.
The goth offers a warm smile. “I'm Trixie Decker. Hell of a match you just had.” She motions to the monitor mounted on the wall. “I got so caught up I didn't get into my gear. But, uh...” Trixie motions to the woman's cheek. Kanako raises a hand and feels blood coming out of Eva's bite. “Want me to take care of that for you?”
Kanako stares at Trixie in total silence, taking in the view before her. Decker, however, misses the point and assumes the hesitation is mistrust.
“If I was going to jump you, I probably wouldn't have said hello and introduced myself,” Trixie says. “And you don't want those cuts to get infected.”
Kanako is momentarily distracted from her ogling. “Those?”
Trixie gestures to the woman's neck and a trickle of blood as she sits next to her. “Eva went vampire on you. Half an inch over and you'd have been in trouble.” Trixie cracks open the first aid kit and pulls our antiseptic and bandages. She smiles again. “Now if you're good, Nurse Trixie will give you a lollipop. If you’re bad, you might get a spanking.”
Kanako licks her lips as she considers what's happening. A tumult of thoughts turn over in her mind. She's flirting with me, right? I think so, yeah...God, she's pretty...Wait, I thought I was straight....Wow, that body is something else! Should I flirt back? Yeah, what the hell, let's go for it!
"Well...what makes you think I wouldn't like a spanking from you?" Kanako says, trying to be coy and not sure if she's succeeding. Trixie grins at that and sits down next to her on the bench as Kanako begins to disrobe. "You don't mind, do you?"
“Anyone who minds seeing naked bodies shouldn't be in wrestling,” Trixie replies, taking in the view. “That or they haven't seen yours.” Kanako looks back at Decker, who has a wicked grin plastered across her face. Kanako feels a burning in her ears. She goes to touch them but instead brushes her hand across the bandage Trixie put on her cheek.
“You're making quite a name for yourself here,” Trixie says after a few moments of silence. “Kicking asses, taking names, keeping the infirmary busy.”
Kanako feels herself shiver a little at Trixie's touch. Her flirting is making more butterflies float around in her tummy than there were in her very first match, backin Japan. What's going on? Do I...Do I like Trixie? Geez, what's going on? "T-thank you...My body's not much to look at, though, next to yours...Uhm...Well...my style is a little hardnosed...."
Trixie shifts on the bench, admiring Kanako. “Don't be hard on your body. I can do that for you.”
The younger wrestler pauses and flushes. Trixie is torn between being taken with how pretty she is and pinching her cheeks and screaming, “OH MY GOD YOU'RE BLUSHING IT'S SO CUTE!” She opts to do neither.
Trixie clears her throat. “Kanako, I've seen all your matches here. You're good. You're damn good. And we're all a little rough around the edges early on. I started wrestling when I was seventeen. Now I'm… older.” She smirks. “But I'm noticing you're getting a bit more...” Trixie is obviously choosing her words carefully. “More aggressive. And don't get me wrong, Eva's overdue for a time out, especially if she was planning on tiger clawing you but…” At this point, the older woman gives up all pretense and lets her guard down. “Are you doing okay?”
Kanako chews on her lower lip as she shifts on the bench to fully face Trixie, "This stays between us?" Trixie nods slowly and Kanako lets out a sigh, "Honestly? I don't know. I guess I've always been a little...aggressive in the ring. But this? This feels...different. I don't know. I don't wanna tell Yoona and Cam...They'll think I've lost my damn mind, and I...I don't want to lose them. It's been a long time since I've had friends..." Her voice trails off and she looks away
Trixie takes the Ronin's hand in hers. “Hey, it's okay. You aren't the first person to go through this and you won't be the last. In my decade or so in the indies, I saw it hit more than a few wrestlers. Some were able to let it go. But,” Trixie draws in a sharp breath, “if you don't learn to control or address it, it doesn't usually end well. The second you start putting people on medical leave, you paint a target on yourself. People gun for you. And if you're not careful, you could really hurt someone who isn't as shitty as Eva. Or you could become unhireable.”
Trixie suddenly realizes what a downer she sounds like. “You've got a hell of a future ahead of you. I just don't wanna see you go down the road I've seen other people who had great futures stumbled down.” Suddenly self conscious, Trixie releases Akiyama's hand.
Kanako's face turns bright red holding Trixie's hand, but her words hit home. "T-thank you, Trixie...I just hope I'm not going crazy." She looks up at Trixie. "T-thank you...I know you didn't have to take time to talk to me. I'm...glad you did. Geez, is it warm in here, or something?"
Trixie rises. “I don't wanna take up all your time. I'm sure you're wiped from that match. Take care of yourself, Kanako.” She pats the Ronin on her back. “I'll be rooting for you.” Kanako watches Trixie turn and walk away, paying special attention to Decker's rear hanging out of its thong before returning to getting dressed. A few minutes later, Akiyama feels a tap on her shoulder.
Turning, she sees Trixie in a long coat with a duffle bag over her shoulder. She holds up a red lollipop, still in the wrapper, and places it in the newbie's hand. “I keep promises.” Decker plants a fast peck on Kanako's cheek and turns to walk out. The Roning looks down at the lollipop and notices a phone number scrawled on the wrapper.
Calling over her shoulder, Trixie says as she leaves the room, “Let me know if that's okay. If not, I'm sure I have other things you can suck on for a night or ten.” With that, Trixie leaves the locker room.
Kanako eeps a little at Trixie’s implication, but she’s already out the door, so she doesn’t hear her. She spends a good minute and a half, staring at the lollipop wrapper, trying to commit the number to memory. “Trixie Decker…” she says aloud, to no-one, “I hope it’s sooner rather than later that I’ll get to see you again…”
The walk back to the locker room after Kanako Akiyama’s gruelling match with Eva May is strangely quiet. It becomes apparent at some point that everyone backstage is staring at Kanako. Crew, staff, other wrestlers. The looks range from confusion to mistrust to flat out contempt. But no one says anything to the young fighter.
She pushes the door to the locker room open and slides in. Looking around, Akiyama sees no one. She walks up to her locker and starts to open it, but pauses. She sits on the bench next to it instead and takes in a deep breath.
“Hey.”
TRIXIE “JINX” DECKER:
Kanako's head whips around to the unfamiliar voice. Standing before her is a petite brunette goth, only slightly taller and heavier than her, in a black bra and thong, obviously in the middle of changing. She must have been behind the locker bank. In her hands is a first aid kit.
The goth offers a warm smile. “I'm Trixie Decker. Hell of a match you just had.” She motions to the monitor mounted on the wall. “I got so caught up I didn't get into my gear. But, uh...” Trixie motions to the woman's cheek. Kanako raises a hand and feels blood coming out of Eva's bite. “Want me to take care of that for you?”
Kanako stares at Trixie in total silence, taking in the view before her. Decker, however, misses the point and assumes the hesitation is mistrust.
“If I was going to jump you, I probably wouldn't have said hello and introduced myself,” Trixie says. “And you don't want those cuts to get infected.”
Kanako is momentarily distracted from her ogling. “Those?”
Trixie gestures to the woman's neck and a trickle of blood as she sits next to her. “Eva went vampire on you. Half an inch over and you'd have been in trouble.” Trixie cracks open the first aid kit and pulls our antiseptic and bandages. She smiles again. “Now if you're good, Nurse Trixie will give you a lollipop. If you’re bad, you might get a spanking.”
Kanako licks her lips as she considers what's happening. A tumult of thoughts turn over in her mind. She's flirting with me, right? I think so, yeah...God, she's pretty...Wait, I thought I was straight....Wow, that body is something else! Should I flirt back? Yeah, what the hell, let's go for it!
"Well...what makes you think I wouldn't like a spanking from you?" Kanako says, trying to be coy and not sure if she's succeeding. Trixie grins at that and sits down next to her on the bench as Kanako begins to disrobe. "You don't mind, do you?"
“Anyone who minds seeing naked bodies shouldn't be in wrestling,” Trixie replies, taking in the view. “That or they haven't seen yours.” Kanako looks back at Decker, who has a wicked grin plastered across her face. Kanako feels a burning in her ears. She goes to touch them but instead brushes her hand across the bandage Trixie put on her cheek.
“You're making quite a name for yourself here,” Trixie says after a few moments of silence. “Kicking asses, taking names, keeping the infirmary busy.”
Kanako feels herself shiver a little at Trixie's touch. Her flirting is making more butterflies float around in her tummy than there were in her very first match, backin Japan. What's going on? Do I...Do I like Trixie? Geez, what's going on? "T-thank you...My body's not much to look at, though, next to yours...Uhm...Well...my style is a little hardnosed...."
Trixie shifts on the bench, admiring Kanako. “Don't be hard on your body. I can do that for you.”
The younger wrestler pauses and flushes. Trixie is torn between being taken with how pretty she is and pinching her cheeks and screaming, “OH MY GOD YOU'RE BLUSHING IT'S SO CUTE!” She opts to do neither.
Trixie clears her throat. “Kanako, I've seen all your matches here. You're good. You're damn good. And we're all a little rough around the edges early on. I started wrestling when I was seventeen. Now I'm… older.” She smirks. “But I'm noticing you're getting a bit more...” Trixie is obviously choosing her words carefully. “More aggressive. And don't get me wrong, Eva's overdue for a time out, especially if she was planning on tiger clawing you but…” At this point, the older woman gives up all pretense and lets her guard down. “Are you doing okay?”
Kanako chews on her lower lip as she shifts on the bench to fully face Trixie, "This stays between us?" Trixie nods slowly and Kanako lets out a sigh, "Honestly? I don't know. I guess I've always been a little...aggressive in the ring. But this? This feels...different. I don't know. I don't wanna tell Yoona and Cam...They'll think I've lost my damn mind, and I...I don't want to lose them. It's been a long time since I've had friends..." Her voice trails off and she looks away
Trixie takes the Ronin's hand in hers. “Hey, it's okay. You aren't the first person to go through this and you won't be the last. In my decade or so in the indies, I saw it hit more than a few wrestlers. Some were able to let it go. But,” Trixie draws in a sharp breath, “if you don't learn to control or address it, it doesn't usually end well. The second you start putting people on medical leave, you paint a target on yourself. People gun for you. And if you're not careful, you could really hurt someone who isn't as shitty as Eva. Or you could become unhireable.”
Trixie suddenly realizes what a downer she sounds like. “You've got a hell of a future ahead of you. I just don't wanna see you go down the road I've seen other people who had great futures stumbled down.” Suddenly self conscious, Trixie releases Akiyama's hand.
Kanako's face turns bright red holding Trixie's hand, but her words hit home. "T-thank you, Trixie...I just hope I'm not going crazy." She looks up at Trixie. "T-thank you...I know you didn't have to take time to talk to me. I'm...glad you did. Geez, is it warm in here, or something?"
Trixie rises. “I don't wanna take up all your time. I'm sure you're wiped from that match. Take care of yourself, Kanako.” She pats the Ronin on her back. “I'll be rooting for you.” Kanako watches Trixie turn and walk away, paying special attention to Decker's rear hanging out of its thong before returning to getting dressed. A few minutes later, Akiyama feels a tap on her shoulder.
Turning, she sees Trixie in a long coat with a duffle bag over her shoulder. She holds up a red lollipop, still in the wrapper, and places it in the newbie's hand. “I keep promises.” Decker plants a fast peck on Kanako's cheek and turns to walk out. The Roning looks down at the lollipop and notices a phone number scrawled on the wrapper.
Calling over her shoulder, Trixie says as she leaves the room, “Let me know if that's okay. If not, I'm sure I have other things you can suck on for a night or ten.” With that, Trixie leaves the locker room.
Kanako eeps a little at Trixie’s implication, but she’s already out the door, so she doesn’t hear her. She spends a good minute and a half, staring at the lollipop wrapper, trying to commit the number to memory. “Trixie Decker…” she says aloud, to no-one, “I hope it’s sooner rather than later that I’ll get to see you again…”