Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good! (For Bare)

[CyanDimitrik]

Camille is instantly tapping at the phone when presented with the name. TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP.... TAP-TAP....

"Uaahh!"

Panic meets frustration as she has no idea how the Hell to spell Teuila. Thankfully, the Samoan predicted this complication and was one step ahead! At long last, some videos begin to populate her screen! They're in order of popularity, of course.

Before she can hit any of the links, she's eagerly looking back up at the other girl. "'De biggest!" That's why she got into the business, after all. "It's so cool! 'De moves, 'de fighting, 'de glamor~," she swoons. Camille is nothing if not suddenly very animated with her passion, and she's immediately zipping in close to Teuila's side to show her the screen.

"Which one? Which one should we look at?"

Any inhibitions about social class or the risk of fraternizing above her station are gone. The only thing that occupies her headspace is the excited fascination of discovering another wrestler in the wild.

"Oo, what's your style? How long have you been training? Are you so stoked about graduating!?" She knows she was. Years of work paying off, a live audience who paid to see her, the fulfillment of her ambitions and dreams~... pure magic.

[Bare]

Teuila smiled a bit seeing the excitement on the face of her new friend after she had seemingly typed her name in correctly and thus got a few of her matches pulled up as a result. All while confessing her love for pro wrestling which definitely had Teuila feeling a bit more at ease about things.

"Hehe yeah it's awesome. I've been a fan of wrestling for the same reasons since I was little watching with my brothers." Teuila said before blinking as Camille began to ask which of Teuila's matches they should look at which caused her to sweat drop a little before chuckling.

"Oh hehe wellll I don't think I really have any stand out performances so just click on whatever showed up first and I'm sure you'll enjoy. Er hopefully at least hehe." Teuila answered but Camille was already asking another round of questions for the brunette which made the Samoan girl hum softly as she thought about how to answer.

"Well truthfully I like to think I have an all rounder type style, little mix of everything ya know? As for how long I've been training? Well in total probably four years, but in LAW's young lioness program only about two. Also yeah I"m STOKED to finally graduate." Teuila admitted with a smile on her face.

[CyanDimitrik]

Camille Reyes, she is not good at hiding her feelings. Not when she's unhappy about something, not when she's excited about something, nor when she's nervous. It's always written far too visibly on her youthful face, behind those wide, expressive eyes, upon those pert lips. So in this moment, the girl is radiating with enthusiasm, practically glowing.

"Oh, you have brothers?," she asks, peeking back up to her new and terribly fascinating friend. She's a friend, right? If not friend, why friend-shaped? "I have a brother. But he's little. Only eight. Old enough to get it, but not old enough to get it, but he's still bery into it!"

Namely because his big sister gets in the ring. But that's not a needed detail right now.

"I also have a sister! But she's also younger. I think she isn't as into it as Diego. But I love it more 'dan anyone," she claims, complete with an affirmative little hop on her toes. As if to punctuate it. Period!

Her focus zips back to her phone, index finger prodding results along. "No standout matches? Fah! I don't care!," announces the Latina. "You're you, and I'm talking to you, and you have 'de guts to get into 'de ring, and work hard to fight, and 'dat's so cool already! You would have to be all 'de suckage for me to not want to see it! Because even if you take 'de loss, you still do it with pride! Because you gave it your all, right? I can get behind 'dat!"

She is not clicking what shows up first. Where's the fun in that? She's scrolling until she can find something that stands out to her, for whatever inscrutable reason! It's clicked! She has to toggle the sound a bit lower so it isn't attracting onlookers, but she moves around to lean back against the nearby game cabinet and watch.

"Four years, ah..?," she asks. "Is a long time... you must be incredible now." Her own training starting when she was a young teenager herself, but making her big debut two years later. Now with a full year of professional experience behind her, it's interesting to hear how long Japan keeps them in training! Unless there was some other reason it's taken such a lengthy amount of time-- oop! It's starting. Teuila Masina vs Grace Moore

There she is. The woman of the hour. Spunky and energetic, wearing a classic singlet in canary yellow fit so snug to her figure, tall leggings, shiny red boots. "Aahh! You have so much energy!," she gushes as she observes the entrance to the ring, the somersault, the backwards trotting. Camille lifts her gaze from the screen again to shoot Teuila a half-lidded, playful look. "You look very pretty in 'de ring. Easy fan-favorite, no? Lots of whistles from 'de boys."

She nods once firmly.

Back to the screen, her lips purse into a moue as the next music starts. Naturally, Camille gives a little 'boOoOo~' at Teuila's opponent's entrance.

"'Dis girl, you kick her butt, yes?"