A Serendipitous Encounter (For Weonna)

[Blau<3]

(After Brielle's loss to Rianne - viewtopic.php?f=16&t=20027)

Brielle walked slowly, dragging her feet backstage. Her hair disheveled, dripping sweat, her face beat red, and watery eyes. Her right hand on the small of her pulsing and sore back, her left hand on her twitching crotch, every step looked full of ache and struggle. She could still feel the heat of Rianne's ass and cleavage on her face, her abs with a light mark of a boot across them.

As the newbie blonde pathetically made her way, other wrestlers and staff walked by with a mix of reactions. Some with empathic looks, others with scoffs, some crueler onlookers with humor as they laughed at her pathetic appearance. Most though, just walked by, as for them this was a normal night in the wrestling world.

Brielle's tears grew slightly, What am I doing....Th-that was embarrassing....This is not what I thought....Have I made a mistake She thought to herself, her normal confident exterior shattered at the hands of her opponent tonight. She left the stage with a hopeful remark, but at this point that was just for show. Brielle loved overcoming competition before, but the damage she took tonight was more than just physical. She had dropped her prodigal path of football to chase this dream she fell in love with. Well at least she thought she did, but doubt was starting to creep in. Her opening round of matches had not been going well, and tonight was exceptionally humiliating. She had her opponent so close, before it was snatched away as she became a victim of sadism.

She got close to women's locker room when she saw a group of people looking at a big tv, laughing and enjoying what was on. When she got a better look her heart sank. It was highlights from her match, since she was the one in the ring she hadn't gotten to actually see what it looked like. She saw as her skirt flipped up to expose her crotch, the closeup of Rianne's plump ass smashed into her face, Brielle's dazed face in cleavage, being spread wide in the corner, Rianne's posing in victory with her boot planted, and the other embarrassing scenes the footballer suffered.

The group laughed as they poked fun at the new girl, making comments like "LAW signed a nice new jobber it seems ~", "I wonder how long she'll last until she realizes she's out of her league", and one woman who recognized Brielle from her Team USA Football days "I bet she's regretting giving up her days on the pitch...not sure what she was thinking". They walked away and Brielle was alone by the entrance of the locker room.

The words rang in her head - the ones by Rianne, the ones by the group of people, and the words of previous cruel opponents. She started to feel a bit overwhelmed, her body aching as well. The mix of pain and shame building up as she tried to keep it together, but she was alone. She had suffered rough defeats before, but that was as a team. They won and lost together, and there was a comfort in comradery in that. But here, she had noone to share this with and the weight became too much to bear.

Brielle fell against the wall by the entrance and fell seated against the cold wall and floor. She pulled her knees towards here and crossed her arms as her face fell into them and she started to cry. Creating a small echo in the hall way as she released her emotions.

[Weonna]

Lovestar

The soft sound of boots against the hallway floor echoed gently as Lovestar, the radiant Cupid-themed luchadora from Puerto Rico, walked toward the locker room. Her shimmering pink and silver ring gear glinted under the hallway lights, her bright star-themed mask concealing most of her face—except for the gentle, concerned eyes beneath it.

She was in high spirits after a workout, towel draped over her shoulder, when she suddenly paused near the entrance.

That’s when she saw her.

Brielle, curled up at the base of the wall, knees pulled to her chest, her head buried in her arms, quiet sobs barely muffled. The rookie looked utterly broken—physically bruised, emotionally shattered, and very much alone.

Lovestar’s expression softened instantly. The confident strut in her step disappeared, replaced with cautious, caring steps, like approaching a scared puppy.

“Ay, pobrecita…”

she murmured with a gentle voice, crouching down in front of Brielle.

She didn’t touch her right away. Instead, she spoke sweetly, warmly, as if trying to coax someone back into the light.

“Hey… muñeca… are you okay?”

she asked softly, though the answer was obvious.

“I saw your match out there… and I know it didn’t go how you hoped. But that doesn’t mean you failed.”

Lovestar tilted her head slightly, her tone soft like a lullaby,

“Can you look at me, preciosa?”

Lovestar then gave her the smallest smile—a reassuring one, not one of pity.

“You were fighting with all your heart. I saw it. That kind of fire? You can’t teach that.”

She carefully sat beside Brielle, her presence calming.

“You didn’t lose tonight, mi amor. You just found out how much more powerful you can become.”

Lovestar gently extended her hand, palm open.

“Come on, I’ll help you clean up. And then… maybe you and I can train together sometime, sí? You’re not alone in this ring, not as long as I’m around.”

She said as her voice was as sweet as her appearance...

[Blau<3]

Brielle sobbed, trying to hide her face as she heard footsteps approach her. She didn't want to be seen, waiting for the footsteps to go away but instead they stopped. Then she heard a soft, calming voice talk to her. The sounds were nice, but she still was hoping they would go away.

"I....I'm fine!....J-just go away...I'll go grab my things so you all don't need to see such a waste anymore..."

Then she heard some uplifting words about her loss, Another person watched it...so many will see me embarrassed... She thought to herself. This woman still trying to help, if it wasn't for that soothing cadence Brielle would have snapped. She was about to tell her to go away again when suddenly she felt her head raised up as she made eye contact with the woman before her.

Brielle's hazel eyes meeting the brunnette's brown eyes, the blonde's eyes watery as when she saw the beautiful smile from the latina she felt herself start to relax. She gazed for a few more moments at the luchadora in front of her, who was captivating. She sat back against the wall as she sniffled and wiped her face.

"I fought with all my heart...and she destroyed me...I had her and then she just overwhelmed me..." Then the brunette sat next to Brielle and offered some more uplifting words. Something she would normally disregard as it felt like a way you'd talk to a young kid, but this woman's words felt sincere and well Brielle was a young kid in the world of wrestling. It felt nice to not feel alone for some time. She blushed a little when she was referred to as "amor".

"Amor? O-oh...you're very sweet..." She said as she saw the extended hand, an offer of help and a training partner? "Y-you....you would want to train...with me?" Something Brielle had been missing from her football days was a training partner, so she was ready to take up the offer. She grabbed the woman's hand as she winced getting up to her feet. Her body still aching from head to toe.

"Thank you....uh...cómo te llamas?" Brielle asked with a playful smirk, her time in southern California had her know some basic Spanish. The two made their way into the locker room, Brielle having one arm wrapped around the brunette as she achingly made her way towards her locker. Sitting down as she grabbed her towel and soap.

"I really appreciate you...helping me...but....but why?"

[Weonna]

Lovestar gently closed her fingers around Brielle’s hand as she helped her up, steadying the aching blonde as she winced and leaned into her. The luchadora kept her touch gentle, supportive, never forceful. She smiled warmly as Brielle rested her weight on her shoulder, her pink-and-silver ring gear glimmering faintly under the hallway lights.

As they slowly made their way into the locker room, Lovestar chuckled softly at the timid question.

“¿Cómo me llamo?”

she repeated sweetly.

“You can call me Lovestar, mi amor. Though… Estrella is also fine, sí?”

she added with a wink, her voice like velvet.

“It suits you better than all that ‘waste’ talk. You’re not that.”

Once Brielle was seated, towel in hand, Lovestar pulled up a bench nearby. She looked over when the question came: why?

Lovestar’s smile shifted a little—still warm, but with a hint of mischief behind her calm eyes.

“Do you believe in karma?”

she asked playfully, resting her elbows on her knees, fingers laced under her chin as she tilted her head toward Brielle.

“Good things for good people. Bad things for bad people.”

She glanced at the floor, letting a little sigh escape.

“I’ve been doing… well, let’s say a bit of sin lately,”

she said with a low laugh, not giving away too much.

“So, helping a sweet girl like you? It helps balance things out.”

She looked back at Brielle, smirking behind the mask, her expression still soft and teasing.

“Let’s just say… Diosito is watching. I’d rather not push my luck.”

Lovestar then leaned back on the bench, resting her arm casually over the backrest, her posture relaxed but her voice sincere again.

“But the truth is, I help because I know how hard this world can be. I’ve had nights like yours, crying in the locker room, wondering if I made a mistake. What you’re feeling? It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you real.”

She reached out, gently flicking a strand of damp blonde hair from Brielle’s cheek.

“And someday, you’ll be the one sitting next to someone like this, lifting them up. That’s what keeps the ring alive. We’re all fighting... but we don’t have to be alone.”

Lovestar let that linger in the air, letting Brielle sit with it. She wasn’t here to preach or to pity her. She was just here.

A pink Cupid with a heart as sharp as her strikes—and a soft spot for wounded spirits.

[Blau<3]

"Karma? Well I wouldn't say I'm the most spiritual or superstitious person, but if you mean making bad choices can put you in bad positions, well yea I would agree." Brielle said in reply as she noticed a slight change in Lovestar's demeanor.

"Hm I wish the world worked like that...I may not be the biggest philanthropist but I definitely don't think I've been deserving of the bad things I've had happened to me recently." She heard the tone of the Luchadora's voice change, Brielle realized Lovestar might be not as innocent as she just thought moments ago.

Brielle would chuckle slightly at her sweet girl remark still slightly feeling ashamed, "You're cute ~" she said before letting Lovestar finish the thought. Mentioning her own struggles she went through, which did start to snap Brielle back to the reality that the everyone has to start somewhere. Even the greats took their tumbles, Brielle had always been exceptional without much getting in her way. This was truly the first time she had started to ponder on that as she sighed in thought.

Then the brunette caressed the blonde's cheek as she moved away a strand of disheveled hair. Their eyes locking, the air feeling soft and warm. Moments passed as Brielle felt her anxiety begin to fade. Brielle's heart racing as she again admired the gentle spirit before her, for the first in a while she felt safe. She blushed slightly as she almost wanted to fall into her new friend's arms. Speechless...

"Th...thank you..." She sniffled a little "I'm happy to have met you tonight...I...I might have quit tonight. I know you didn't say much but I just had felt so alone in all of this...and I just needed to hear those words...needed to not feel alone"

Brielle's hand instinctively reached and grasped Lovestar's as she smiled and blushed to the masked woman. She looked down and saw the holding hands as she did a quick gasp pulled away and sat up straight.

"AHEM! Uh...sorry...just a....bit emotional is all hehe...um...anyway..." Brielle was trying to process what just happened and try to switch the conversation, remembering Lovestar's devious look when she mentioned...sinning?

"Wh...what did you mean earlier by the way...that you've been...sinning alot?" Remembering the teasing look the luchadora had given her.

[Weonna]

Lovestar couldn’t help the sweet laugh that bubbled out of her when Brielle called her cute. It was soft, musical—exactly the kind of laugh that made people lower their guard. She touched her own cheek with mock shyness and gave a playful shrug.

“Ah, gracias, corazón. You’re making me blush under this mask,”

she teased, her tone lilting like a song, eyes sparkling with just enough flirt to make it charming, not overbearing.

But as Brielle spoke more from the heart, Lovestar’s expression softened again, listening intently. She could see it now—past the shame, the defeat, the humiliation—this wasn’t just some green rookie licking her wounds. Brielle had spirit. She just hadn’t been told yet that it was okay to break down. That even the brightest stars needed someone to catch them when they fell.

When Brielle’s hand instinctively found hers, Lovestar allowed it—didn’t move, didn’t speak. She simply held it in her own warm grasp, thumb brushing lightly across the top as a quiet show of presence. A promise without words.

But then the gasp came, and Lovestar blinked as Brielle sat upright in flustered embarrassment.

Lovestar just smiled, amused.

“Mmm... muy adorable,”

she murmured under her breath, barely loud enough for Brielle to catch it.

Then came the question.

That question of sin.

Lovestar’s smirk curled knowingly at the edges, and for a split second her eyes glinted with that same playful mischief as before—the one that hinted at something deeper. Something devious.

“Ahh… eso?”

she said, stretching her arms behind her head with a sigh as if trying to physically brush the question away.

“Oh, nothing serious, muñeca. Just… maybe I’ve been having a little too much fun outside the ring. You know how it is—life gets spicy.”

She winked, clearly dodging.

Then she leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on her thighs and looking at Brielle sideways.

“But let’s not talk about my sins tonight,”

she added quickly, her smile a little too perfect.

“Tonight was about you. And look at you now… still standing. Still smiling, even if it’s just a little. That’s strength, amor. That’s heart.”

Lovestar stood slowly, her body moving with dancer-like grace as she reached for a bottle of water from her bag.

“C’mon. Shower, stretch, and then let’s sit down with a proper plan. You don’t just need training. You need someone in your corner.”

She tossed the water to Brielle with a grin.

“And lucky for you, I specialize in hearts that need a little healing.”

[Blau<3]

It was clear Lovestar was hiding something, but Brielle having just met this woman decided it would be a bit inappropriate to pry more.

"Well it would be hard to have TOO much fun, but you do you love. I'm sure you're quite the friend to have a night out with hehe"

The blonde listens to her new friends words of encouragement, smiling and blushing. The way this woman spoke and looked...it just made Brielle feel safe. Something she hadn't felt in a while.

"Well....that's only because you showed up...if you hadn't I would probably still be in that hallway crying like a pathetic loser...but thank you...it's still nice to hear. I'm glad you came along...I was needing a friend..."

Again Brielle's eyes meet the luchadora's as the blonde lets out a couple quick tears, rubbing them away as she caught the bottle of water. Promptly taking a big sip.

"You're right...let's get this started-ouch!"

As Brielle started to get up, she had forgotten just how sore her body was from the ruthless beating she just took. Almost stumbling, but catching herself.

Blushing with a chuckle "I think a little more than my heart is going to need some healing hehe" The footballer winces as she rubs her back. Slowly she makes her way towards the shower.

As Brielle started to get ready, she turned the water on as it sprayed onto the tile. Just out of love's sight, she slid off her top and arm sleeves. Then slid her skirt down around her plump rear and off her legs. Then as she would try to slide off her white thong past her ankles, but with her sore back she couldn't quite bend over enough.

So she tried to kick off the thong, but this made her boot slip on the water and onto the ground. The near completely naked blonde, slammed onto the ground and let out a loud groan.

"arrgghh...fuck...." Brielle groaned out loudly...trying to get herself back up, her body aching.

[Weonna]

Lovestar, who had been calmly gathering her things a few benches over, paused when she heard the loud thud echo through the steamy, tiled air, followed by Brielle’s pained groan.

Her head snapped up instantly, concern flashing across her brown eyes beneath the pink-and-silver mask. Without hesitation, she set her things aside and moved toward the showers, her movements fluid, her body as graceful as a dancer’s.

Lovestar had slipped out of her shimmering pink ring gear earlier, her toned, caramel-colored body now only hidden by a fluffy white towel wrapped snugly around her generous curves. Her figure was stunning—sleek and athletic, yet soft in all the right places, the subtle sheen of sweat and steam from the room only making her skin glow under the low lights. Long, strong legs carried her quickly across the slick floor, the muscles in her thighs and calves flexing with each step, her bare shoulders glistening. The only thing she hadn’t removed was, of course, her mask—it was part of her soul, a promise of who she was.

"Brielle!"

Lovestar called out, her voice rising with urgency as she rounded the corner.

There she found her: the poor blonde sprawled awkwardly on the wet tiles, her body trembling from the sudden impact, the remnants of her ring gear scattered around her. Brielle’s skin was flushed, a few droplets of water clinging to her glistening curves, her plump rear catching the light as she tried to push herself up with trembling arms.

Lovestar’s heart twisted a little at the sight.

“Ay, pobrecita...”

she whispered, quickly crouching down beside her, the towel shifting slightly over her hips as she did.

Without hesitation, Lovestar reached out and gently slid her arms under Brielle’s shoulders and around her waist, lifting the aching blonde carefully into a sitting position.

“Easy, easy, mi amor...”

she murmured soothingly, her hands steady and warm against Brielle’s damp skin.

The two bodies pressed briefly together—Brielle’s trembling frame against Lovestar’s firm, curving figure—as the luchadora braced her, offering more than just balance: she offered safety. Her touch was gentle, respectful, but there was no denying the sensual electricity in the air, a mixture of their closeness, the steamy room, and the vulnerable honesty between them.

Lovestar smiled softly as she looked into Brielle’s embarrassed, pained eyes.

“Shhh… no more falling, sí? You’ve taken enough bumps for one night,”

she teased lightly, brushing a few wet strands of blonde hair from Brielle’s forehead with a tender touch.

She kept an arm around Brielle’s waist to steady her, the soft scent of vanilla and something faintly floral drifting from Lovestar’s skin as she helped her shift to sit more comfortably.

“Lean on me. That’s what friends are for, cariño.”

There was no judgment in her voice—only warmth, only kindness, only the silent promise that Brielle wasn’t alone anymore.

[Blau<3]

Brielle's white skin was toned, sheened with sweat from her previous battle. Her skin was also covered in some bruises from the beating she had received. Her usual sturdy frame was shaky despite the strong exterior. Her cheeks a blush red from embarrassment.

As she struggled to get her aching body back up, she let out a quick gasp as she felt Lovestar's arms get a hold of her. Assisted up into seated position as the luchadora's arms wrapped around her tight and bruised midsection. Feeling the curves of her chest as she laid back against the towel. Brielle's face now a beat red in shyness and a bit of embarrassment.

Looking down Brielle saw her towel on the ground and realized she was completely naked, her glistened toned body on full display including her clean shave pubic area "Oh...oh my god...I'm...I'm sorry" The blonde said nervously as she laid the towel and covered up her intimate areas.

As she laid back, her heart beat started to calm down from it's high rhythm. This woman's aura and touch was soothing to her core. The smell of vanilla and what seemed like maybe lavender had her snuggling back into Lovestar's arms.

Brielle let out a nervous giggle at the woman's playful joke, "hehe...yea...maybe I was just falling for you" she said in playful tune to try and blend with the tension that was in the air. The whiplash of emotions from tonight had Brielle spinning but as the brunette gently brushed some of her disheveled hair and the two made eye contact, she began to feel grounded.

This woman she had met just tonight was something spectacular and the pure kindness received had Brielle getting butterflies. Not to mention the absolute fit physique, the kind that drove someone like Brielle crazy. An admirer for those who also work on keeping their bodies in the best shape possible.

Lean on me

Said so gentle, as Brielle put her head against Lovestar's welcoming chest. Looking right into her eyes as her lips quivered.

"You...I'm...um" She was speechless as she let herself completely relax and let herself go. The past few months have been isolating and difficult and for the first time she felt like someone had her back. For the first time she felt safe. She looked up at Lovestar again, debating a kiss.

No...no....too soon...you're just emotional right now... She said to herself as after a few moments-

"Thank you friend...I don't know what I'd do tonight if I hadn't met you...can you...help me get into the shower..." She said nervously

[Weonna]

Lovestar felt Brielle’s trembling body sink back into her arms, and her grip around the blonde’s midsection instinctively softened—no longer a rescue, now just comfort. Her fingers brushed gently along the blonde’s side, careful of the bruises, her touch firm enough to support but light enough to soothe.

She caught the sudden gasp, the stiffened body, and then noticed Brielle’s eyes flicker downward. Lovestar followed the gaze, quickly realizing what had happened.

When Brielle’s flustered voice squeaked out, Lovestar chuckled softly—not mocking, just warm and kind.

“No te preocupes, preciosa,”

she said gently, helping her settle the towel over herself.

“There’s nothing here I haven’t seen in a locker room. But you’re safe with me, always.”

She kept her tone steady, teasing just enough to keep the mood light, but with a calm that grounded them both.

When Brielle snuggled back into her embrace and made her flirty comment—"maybe I was just falling for you"—Lovestar’s smile grew, a little playfulness dancing in her eyes behind the mask.

“Careful, muñeca,”

she said with a sultry lilt.

“I’m Cupid for a reason, remember? One look, one smile... people fall all the time.”

Her fingers found another stray strand of blonde hair and gently tucked it behind Brielle’s ear again, her touch tender and rhythmic. And when those hazel eyes locked with hers, wide and filled with gratitude, pain, and something sweeter lingering beneath… Lovestar felt it too.

The heat between them.

The tension.

But she didn’t move. She simply held her. Let the moment be what it needed to be.

When Brielle leaned into her chest, Lovestar rested her chin gently on top of the blonde’s damp hair, letting the quiet settle over them like a warm blanket. Her breath slowed. Her own heart fluttered quietly in her chest, but she stayed composed—solid—for Brielle.

Then came the soft voice:

“Thank you, friend… can you… help me get into the shower?”

Lovestar tilted her head back slightly and looked down at her, a warm glow in her gaze.

“Of course I can, cariño,”

she whispered.

“Like i said...That’s what friends are for.”

She slowly helped Brielle to her feet again, moving with her like a dance partner, one arm supporting her back, the other steadying her hip. As they approached the stream of warm water pouring down, Lovestar guided her gently beneath it.

And then, just as the water hit Brielle’s shoulders, Lovestar whispered close to her ear with a smile:

“See? You’re already standing taller than before.”

She didn’t step away just yet—she made sure Brielle was fully steady, her hand remaining gently on the small of her back, letting her know she wasn’t going anywhere.