Angelic Intimacy (For Killcarrion)

[Bare]

Camera flashes burned and flitted relentlessly in a backstage corner of LAW that had been converted into a make shift conference room for post match interviews, complete with a sheet of LAW branded paper over the wall to give a professional apperance and a rail post to offer a sense of space and security for talent to feel safe answering barrages of questions. Currently the one facing the hounding members of press was none other than Toshimi Minami herself, arms crossed under her chest as she answered yet another question on her match she just won against fellow former Wrestle Angel Blade Uehara, looking utterl bored as a result.

"Toshimi-san will there be any effort to recruit Blade into the Fallen Angels like Freia did you?"

Blushing a bit at this particular question Minami would shake her head. "Ultimately it's not my place to say one way or another, but knowing both Blade and Freia I highly doubt there'd be an effort from either side to her on board the team and I'm just fine with that." Minami answered before holding a finger up saying she'd only accept one more question before pointing on the lucky press member who'd get to ask said question.

"Yes Toshimi-san Bernice from LAWful.com I have to ask given how close you were in the past and how evenly and heatedly this match was fought will you and Blade be meeting again in the ring in the future?"

Hearing this Minami instantly bristled with annoyance as she fixed a cold glare on the one who asked it causing the mousy looking interviewer to practically shrink in her seat. "What sort of stupid question is that? First of all me and Blade have not nor have ever been close, secondly this match was NOT close. Blade got some offense in but her chaotic, luck based, ridiculous style was never a match for me and my submissions and FINALLY this is a wrestling company if me and Blade are booked to fight again then I'll beat her again only next time I'll take her arm with me." Minami said finishing with a huff as she then turned on her heel and began to make her way out, grabbing a towel and draping it over her shoulders as she did so making her way to the locker room to clean up and relax.

[killcarrion]

"Uehara-san, you really shouldn't be putting too much pressure on that leg!!! Please use these crutches until-"

"NOPETHANKYOUI'MFINEREALLYGOODNIGHT!!!"

The double doors leading into the arena's infirmary would become swing open via a straight kick from Blade's sole strong leg, startling several passerby's whether they were fellow wrestlers on their way home for the evening or medical personnel still inside the clinic. A wobbled instability to Blade's stance being corrected with a stutter step before she started trudging onward with arms hooked and fists clenched, the noticeable limp to her encumbered trek drawing sympathetic gazes that the Okinawan was attempting to avoid altogether by shunning the Doctor's obviously sage advice about using crutches. Naturally still adorned in her wrestling attire given she was whisked here almost immediately after the match's conclusion. A diagnosis of sprained ligaments alongside a fastened knee brace upon her afflicted leg were all that Blade received from her extensive time in the infirmary before opting to abstain from any further treatment, especially once the doctor started making suggestions about staying overnight out of an abundance of caution. Blade's battered pride had already taken enough of a beating tonight that she'd much rather avoid being the targeted subject of gossipmongers spreading rumors, catching wind of a one night hospital stay and embellishing it to a week’s long residence and physical rehabilitation after being outright dismantled and humbled by Toshimi.

The aerialist having her own treatment plan in mind instead with home remedies and recuperating techniques honed after years spent being battered, suplexed and splashed down upon. An aura of sweltered vexation obstructed any of her fellow colleagues from offering words of encouragement, instead offering the Okinawan her desired space as she coped with what was a valiant but nevertheless thwarted endeavor over the submission savant. The entirety of the match being replayed in Blade's head ad nauseam. Meticulous scrutiny centering on certain critical moments throughout the match and critiquing decisions made as is typical for any established veteran within their chosen profession. Lost amidst all the burning resentment towards her own in-ring inadequacies though were rekindled memories of her and Toshimi entering the business at practically the same time. Young Lionesses' who wrestled in plain white trunks and were at the beck and call of their grappling superiors. Blade wondering why she was being inundated by these flashbacks in the first place...especially since Toshimi's smug smirk was the absolute last thing she wanted to be thinking about-"OPH...Watch where you're-Ah, fuck me..." Blade balked as she turned a corner and hobbled into the path of the submissionist herself, a mortified grimace on her balked facials from knowing full-well where this was going...