Bomber Kishima and Blaise Cameron- Biggest Fan!

[Rainmaker619]

Bomber Kishima tired of the LAW gyms. They were well equipped, and she always could talk with her friends there, but seeing the same people work out each day was a bit boring. Bomber loved to meet new people, be it for a potential challenge or just to talk; and so she would occasionally go to different gyms throughout Japan. Despite being a former Wrestle Angel, she never really got that much attention, which was fine with her because it allowed her to finish her workouts. Besides, she would get a few eyes whenever she outlifted the local bodybuilders anyway.

On the other hand, it was a bit annoying. Fellow Angels like her friend Mighty Yukiko would get noticed wherever they went, but Bomber seemed to be a bit ignored by the public; known mainly as Yukiko's tag team partner. She wished someone would recognise her at least once as more than just the strong tag team girl, but whatever. She had more important things to foucus on now that she was in LAW, and hopefully by the end of it all she could carve out a name for herself.

Walking out of the locker room. Dressed in her usual workout attire black sports bra with red trimming with matching black trunks and a pair of cross trainers; Bomber Kishima walked out from the locker room into the main area of the gym, passing by the ring as she headed to the weights.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's a pretty average day at the gym. Typical gym rats are lurking around, some perving at females, some obsessing over who has the best swole physique. And then there's the weekend warriors, those who work out just to stay in shape, or because their doctor called them fatass one too many times; spite can be a powerful motivator.

But no matter which direction one sweeps their gaze across the gathered masses, it'll eventually have to land on the mountain of an aging Japanese man, expression deadlocked into one of icy consternation and wearing a modest kimono. His handlebar moustache is perfectly groomed, hair pulled back into a tight top-knot, and eyes so narrowed with grit that his default expression is scientifically classified as testosterone.

Oh, and Blaise is beside him. He's wearing a pair of silvery workout shorts, white cross-trainers, and a dark blue loose-fitted tanktop.

"You have task today."

"You know I speak Japanese, right?"

"Find warrior. Defeat warrior. Loss, unacceptable."

"Those are like three things, Handa. Two and a half at least. You said task. As in on- mmph!"

The towering Japanese man's hand has wrapped around Blaise's head, muffling his protests in his palm. "Noisy bird does not catch worm." Blaise's arms pinwheel in the air haplessly while the monstrous Japanese elder scans the crowd. His eyes land on Kishima, and his lips pull into a tiny, almost imperceptibly tighter frown.

Blaise sucks in a deep lungful of air as he's suddenly released, finding his bearings again with a wobble.

"There," says Handa, pointing unceremoniously to the woman, "that is warrior."

"That is rude, Handa, geeze-," Blaise begins to scold, only to cut himself off promptly when he realizes who has been pointed out. "That is Bomber-freakin'-Kishima!," he balks in excited whisper. "I can't, like, just-.. I can't just challenge her! She's famous people!" At least in his world. He cranes his neck to look up at the unyielding scowl of his trainer, then tosses up his hands. "Okay! Alright! I'll go be sociable and pick a fight!"

Dejectedly, the young grappler skulks a few paces away from his trainer, only to be quickly overwhelmed with an enormous, radiant smile. A small dustcloud kicks up, marking the trail Blaise practically teleported through to appear beside the woman. "Hey! Hi!," he says in Japanese, "You're her, right? I-I mean, Kishima. Bomber Kishima. Aheh.."

[Rainmaker619]

Just as Bomber set her towel down on a nearby bench, she felt a presence next to her. An excited one that stammered in Japanese. Turning to face whoever was speaking to her, a smile appeared on her face as she saw a toned, blue eyed American with a mile wide grin of his own! This guy recognized her? Wrestle Angels was popular in its heyday, but she didn't expect its stars to be that well known outside of Japan, let alone her.

"Yes, I am Bomber Kishima," she answered politely in Japanese, "Who are you and, if you don't mind me asking, how have you heard of me?" she asked, genuinely curious.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Oh, ah, I'm just- I mean, I'm Blaise," continues the younger male. His shoulders hunch up sheepishly. "Blaise Cameron. Not been in Japan long, but already really proficient at sticking my foot in my mouth. Also, um, wrestling." Beat. "That is to say, I'm a wrestler. Pro, pro wrestler. Local fed'. Not- not the LAW one. I mean, obviously, right? Ahahah.. hah.."

Eyes shift aside. Gawd.

The big blues return to her.

"Are you kidding? You're a Wrestle Angel! I watched you guys all the time! I mean, I had to jump through a few hoops to get ahold of a lot of it, but it was totally worth it."

[Rainmaker619]

Kishima smiled as the younger Blaise tripped up on his words, when he wasn't looking of course. There was something cute about his clear excitment over meeting a wrestle angel in person for the first time, adoration that Bomber hadn't recived in what had to be years!

"So, you're a wrestler?" Bomber asked rhetorically as she looked the man up and down, he certainly had the look of one! A thought came through Bomber's mind, one she was sure would make Blaise's day, "Well... I've been training for my LAW debut, but I feel I still have some ring rust. Would you be open for a quick little match? I could teach you some of my moves if you wanted," Bomber added to sweeten the deal a little. She just hoped this didn't come across as sudden, but something about the way the sheepish American was acting told her he was thinking the same thing.

[CyanDimitrik]

Would he have asked for it on his own? Probably. This is what he'd call a happy accident; the perfect storm. Handa wanted him to fight someone, and here's someone he'd love to. And no one could say he's lowballing anything because she's a chick, because she's a freakin' Wrestle Angel. That's legit, yo.

He can worry about actually pinning her later. Extraneous details.

"Love to!," he chirps, eyes widening to overtake the majority of his facial real-estate. "Oh! But.. hang on. I have to make a big deal of it." Because he wasn't already. "See the huge Frankenstein behind me?" His head jerks back indicatively to the steely-eyed Handa where he left him. "That's my trainer. He demanded I pick a fight. So..."

He takes a few steps back and closes his eyes. Inhale. Exhale.

Index finger snaps in her direction!

"Bomber Kishima! You've had your hayday in the ring! It's time to step aside for better talent!," he announces theatrically. "And I'm here today to prove it! Do you have the nerve to step in the ring with me!?"

[Rainmaker619]

Bomber grinned as Blaise accepted her offer, looking like he saw Santa Claus in person! Bomber then looked over to where Blaise was motioning to, seeing an old but intimidating looking man looking over towards them. Yikes, and she thought she had a tough mentor back in the day.

"No problem," Bomber would answer as Blaise would take a breath before "calling her out". The fellow gym rats would pause their workouts and turn to the cause of the commotion; a young, cocky blond calling out Bomber Kishima herself! Playing along with the theatrical performance, Bomber would turn her smile into an serious frown (it was a struggle) and walk up to Blaise, puffing her chest out so it was touching his pecs and moving her arms back to show off her muscular frame?

"You're making a huge mistake kid. If you step into the ring with me a Napalm Lariat is in your future!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Is Blaise blond? People have said that before. He always thought of his hair as just a light brown. But in a world of blue, purple, and green haircolors, who really cares! Except maybe the people who fill out his photo ID.

"Napalm Lariat!?," balks Blaise. "I'm about to wreck you with an atomic bomb like.. that.." He trails, theatrics abruptly dying. With a stout nod, he continues, "I was hearin' it as I was sayin' it, it wasn't good, I'm gonna take that one home, work on it, and get back to ya," is concluded with a fingerpoint. "But no, let's, like, wrestle and stuff."

He shuffles to the ring and surreptitiously crawls under the bottom rope. Hoo-boy.

[Rainmaker619]

Bomber would do her best to hold back a smile as Blaise stumbled his way through an... atomic bomb analogy? Poor guy, he had the charisma and energy in spades, he just sometimes spoke quicker than his brain could think! She remembered being that way as a rookie, which was one of the main reasons she teamed with Mighty Yukiko for so long in Wrestle Angels.

"Alright, bring it on!" Bomber would nod as Blaise entered the ring, stretching out her arms for a moment and puffing her chest out to show off her muscular frame for the small crowd that had gathered around them before moving to the center of the ring with her gloved hand outstretched; looking for a respectful handshake to ensure this would be a clean contest!

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, Blaise is no rookie. Not by merit of in-ring experience or expertise, at least. But one could be forgiven for thinking it, given his youthful antics and horrific track record. But he carries himself with nothing short of the utmost confidence in the ring, once he's finally in it, and proceeds directly to Kishima. Her handshake is noted, and he reaches for it only to shoot the hand up higher to whisk through his hair in a move so '90s, it may as well have been set to Ice Ice Baby.

He then bursts into merry laughter and quickly snatches for her hand to give it a shake. "I'm just messin' with ya. Could you imagine if I were that big a jerk!?"

After the handshake, he steps back and crouches low, shifting his weight from one leg to the next. "Ding." And with that, he suddenly lunges in, attempting to collide into her body with a sudden lockup to force her back into the ropes! Assuming she doesn't halt him flat out.