Blowing Off Steam

[BlackAkuma]

Japan’s Annual Amazing Women Wrestling Convention was a yearly event and a big one at that,, bringing in wrestling fans and promotions from all over the country and even beyond. It celebrated all things pro wrestling, with numerous booths and programs featuring some of Japan’s top stars. A chance for the wrestlers to reach out and meet with the fans who worshipped them, give back to their supporters, and show them the same love they often gave back. Wrestling could be an impersonal art sometimes, and the crowds tended to melt into an amorphous mass once things were rolling, but this was a perfect chance to see the trees instead of the forest, to answer questions, and change lives. An extraordinary time.

Wendy hated it. She hated being there, she hated signing autographs, she hated talking with all the fat, snot-nosed, dumbass fans, she hated putting on a fake smile and pretending that she gave a damn about their fandom. She was only here for two reasons:

It was in her contract to do it, and
She could make some extra money by hucking signatures for jacked-up prices.

The latter was far more critical than the former, in her eyes. She needed a little extra in her coffers after all, thanks to the little situation with Ducky. After that humiliating loss, she’d seen a noticeable drop in her online sales going down about 40% in the past couple of weeks, with no signs of slowing down. It turned out that putting your face in public wasn’t the best look when people expected you to be the one on top.

It stuck in her craw, even now as she sat in her booth and signed another photo of her ass for some horny fan, scribbling across it and shoving it back towards the fat fuck who handed it to her, all with her most significant, fakest smile. ”Thanks for coming out, hon! Root for me in my next match, okay?”

”Uh, sure.” The guy took her autograph and looked it over, hesitating, as if something was on his lips. ”You’re going to take on Ducky again, right?”[/color]

The mere mention of that name was enough to make Wendy twitch, but she managed to keep it together for the most part, holding on to her gleaming smile. ”Uh, not anytime soon. Why do you ask?”

It took him a moment to work up the courage to speak again, and when he did, it came out like a mousish squeal. ”Well, I mean, she really got you good.” Her smile faltered. ”And people think you’re going to even the score.” Her smile faltered even more. ”So…”

The smile was gone now, giving way to an annoyed grimace. She breathed deep, then spoke, her voice filled with aggravation. ”Next. Please.”

He awkwardly shuffled off, leaving Wendy to seethe as she signed the next autograph. She’d been trying to keep that anger in check, but getting reminded of her loss to Ducky was making it all the worse. She needed something to get this steam off, something like…

[ADarlingDucky]

Fan conventions sucked. It was no secret that most heel wrestlers already had tenuous relationships with the crowds that they wrestled in front of, but when it came to close, one on one interactions with those fans, it could lead to so many different pains and annoyances. If you were lucky, you would manage to skirt by without too many people saying something "nice" that was actually just a veiled insult, or have someone come up to them with a serious bone to pick about why you had been too mean to their favorite. And if you were someone like Fumi Inari, the lightweight fox of LAW, they were mostly a pain in the ass because of how many fans awkwardly attempted to hit on you during any interaction.

Spoiler

The masked wrestler was something of an odd case, certainly not the most friendly or even remotely nice to members of the LAW crowd, and yet is seemed the seductress vibe that she gave off within the ring meant that some of them thought they had a chance. It had been less than 10 people in line to see her before she had been asked out, and even the earful she gave them hadn't stopped the next person from doing the same. Perhaps they just wanted to be yelled at? Well, either way, she had thankfully escaped.

Walking now through the convention center, Fumi strutted with not a word to anyone who looked her way or attempted to stop her, crossing this line and that as she attempted to leave, her obligation complete and no longer needing to stay. And as she passed a particularly long line, she turned her head, briefly gazing at the row of people waiting in front of a nearby table. And for one quick second, her eyes happened to pass over Wendy's.

Fumi regarded her with a gaze that one usually reserved for an overflowing trash can, but to Fumi, it was nothing more than that. She looked down the length of the line, back over to Wendy, and a very faint smile came over her face.

"Hmph." A noise too brief to be called a chuckle came from the fox, and after that, she looked back forwards. To her, it was nothing, but what she couldn't possibly know was who she had just done it to, and why it was a mistake.

[BlackAkuma]

Who was going to be Wendy’s bitch today?

That was the question at the forefront of her mind, as she scanned the area around her, and it wasn’t debatable. She’d reached that magical place where she was so pissed off that she needed an outlet for it. Not only that, but she needed to make an example out of someone - after all, getting beat up in private was one thing, but being humiliated on live TV was a different kettle of fish. That was the kind of rep that could stick with her a while, make people refuse to give her the respect she deserved, and eventually start taking money out of her pocket, all things that she couldn't abide by.

She sighed and looked around, taking in the pickings available. That woman was too big, she didn’t want to pick on someone her own size today, not unless she could get a good surprise on them and work them over at her leisure. The guy looked like he was one of those martial arts types, she wasn’t in a mood to get punched in the face, so he was out. Oh, and that girl was a former champion, a little high for Wendy’s paygrade. You had to start small with these things, go for someone manageable, someone easy, like…

Oh. Oh, she would do.

Wendy didn’t know her by name, but she’d seen this wrestler around before. It was hard to forget someone with that kind of mask on, looking like an escapee from a furry convention. She wouldn’t have given her much thought, but she caught sight of the bitch as she passed, and the little snot gave her a look. A snotty, flippant little look, as if she had any right to look down on her, whoever the fuck she was.

It didn’t take a whole lot to set Wendy off, and that was more than enough. ”One sec, folks.” She placed a ‘Be Right Back’ sign on her table and stood up. ”Gotta handle something right quick.”

She stood up, slid around the table, and sauntered after Fumi, staying close enough to keep track of her but far enough that she wouldn’t seem too suspicious. She wanted to see where the woman went…

[ADarlingDucky]

Fumi had caught eyes with Wendy for maybe only a second, and the slight smirk that came over her face lasted for even less than that, but unknown to her, that was all it had taken, and as the lightweight continued on her way, thoughts of the white haired woman disappeared. However, the white haired woman herself was on her tail, and as Fumi made a path for herself through the convention center, the lightweight started to resemble a fish being tailed by a shark, far too occupied with getting somewhere less crowded! Fumi shot a few nasty looks here and there at wrestling fans who even looked like they might interrupt her on her path, and before too long, she had cleared the busiest part of the floor and made it out into a hallway off to the side, a decently wide carpeted area that gave her some fresh air, for once!

"Uuugh... this sucks... Why'd she have to ditch me?" Bemoaned the fox, thinking of one of her stablemates. Kate Conners, the coyote and middleweight member of Cerberus, had actually been with Fumi earlier in the day, with both her and Fumi receiving a fair deal of pressure from LAW higher ups to attend the event. Holly Walker had gotten off scott-free because nobody in management dared to try and tell her what to do, and even if they had, they couldn't have enforced it. Fumi and Kate were a bit more flexible, but it didn't stop Kate from running off at the first opportunity, Fumi only staying to earn a bit of extra cash off of simps who would pay for signatures and other miniscule things she would offer. Still, the extra money didn't annoy her any less at being the lone member of the stable who was actually here!

Pulling out her phone, Fumi would eventually come to a rest, taking a brief few steps to the side in order to lean up against the wall, before bringing it up and dialing for her friend, waiting for the phone to ring before she heard her answer!

"Yo, what's up Fums?"

"What's up? I'm still here at the convention center, where are you?"

"Holy fuck, you're still there? I fuckin bailed about... half hour ago?"

"And you didn't come get me?" Fumi tapped her foot against the carpeted floor, clearly annoyed by this revelation!

"Nah, you and that fat guy looked so happy posing for pics together. And who am I to break up true love?" Fumi's brow furrowed even further when she heard Kate cackling at her own joke, refusing to even acknowledge it lest she encourage her further!

"Whatever. I needed to go shopping anyways, and I didn't want you trying to mooch off of me for free clothes or food. Enjoy leftovers."

"Aw wait, are you sure you-"

Click.

Fumi sighed and set her phone down, tucking it into the slim bottoms that made up her wrestling gear, which she had worn to encourage higher rates for pictures, and rubbed her temples, plotting how to best get back at her stablemate! But her pause had been long enough, and anyone who might have been following her had surely had enough time to close the gap, and perhaps even gather the information that she was all on her lonesome!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy was a big girl. Maybe not the biggest or the tallest or the widest, but she was far enough in all of those categories that she was by no realistic definition ‘small’. Add in the white hair and the fact that she had a penchant for clothes that showed off her fine figure and drew attention her way, and she might as well have walked around with Christmas lights strung out all over her body. She was about as far from ‘stealthy as a person could ever get.

So, needless to say, she made sure to stay a reasonable distance away from the wolf chick as she followed her, not wanting to look too obvious as she approached, keeping a healthy distance the entire time. It helped that there were so many weirdos at this convention, so there was always someone stranger than her nearby to take some of the heat off, and it seemed like her target for the day was a bit distracted.

Patience paid off. After tailing the woman for a little while, she stopped in a nearby hallway off to the side, in a part of the convention hall they weren’t using. While Wendy was tempted to rush in right away and strike while the iron was hot, she kept nearby, just around the corner, to do a little eavesdropping and pick up on a few pertinent facts.

First, this woman’s name was Fumi. Second, she had friends. Third, none of those friends would be showing up anytime soon. All important details combined to create a strong assumption: Wendy would have Fumi all to herself, for about as long as she’d like.

Timing was everything, here. She snuck up behind Fumi as the woman rubbed her temples, seemingly lost in thought. Closer, closer, closer…

Wendy leaped the rest of the way, wrapped her arms around Fumi’s neck, and caught her with a tight sleeperhold, choking the life out of her with thick, unyielding arms. ”Sssh, ssssh, easy!” Wendy snickered as she whipped Fumi about, riding down her struggles. ”Just gonna borrow you for a little playtime, all right? Won’t take long, I promise.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Once her phone call with Kate had ended, Fumi would give her phone an annoyed scowl, as if it had contributed to the fact that she was left alone within the convention center, but it didn't last long before it was replaced with an annoyed sigh! Fumi would tuck her phone away in the waistband of her attire, and now sat in the empty hallway massaging her temples in an effort to fight the growing headache, before pondering the best way to slip out of the building without anyone noticing or caring. Not that they could keep her here of course, but she only had so much energy to scare people off with a glare, and she had burned through most of that in order to get to this moment! She held no doubts that the next time she went out she likely would be stopped and bothered without anything she could do, and so she'd need some sort of route outside in the most direct way! Maybe if she-

She heard the very last footstep from Wendy before she launched herself, and to her credit, began to turn. However, this last minute of awareness was not enough, and suddenly a muscled arm slid around her neck and cinched down tight. Fumi had been caught!

"AAGH! Gghghgk!" A choked gasp came out in the place of any protests or screams, as the only noise she had managed to make was the brief yelp as she was suddenly grabbed! Fumi's body wrenched in the opposite direction, but with a quick pull, her attacker would wrench her right back up against her, an easy feat for a woman who she was soon recognizing to be much larger than her! Fumi twisted and bucked, but the woman behind her held tight and let her struggle as much as she wanted, quite quickly running out of energy from the brutal choke!

"Gghhhrk... ghhhk... off..." It was the only word that Fumi was able to actually muster, a desperate demand that Wendy release her from this hold and let her get her air back, but it surely wasn't going to stop the sadistic heavyweight! Instead, Fumi's struggles slowly died down, getting less and less erratic, and after a moment she would slowly relax against Wendy, her arms falling down limp to her sides as a few wheezes made it through, it becoming clear that the nasty hold was on the verge of putting her out! However, despite the spots appearing in her eyes, the way that the larger woman spoke to her queued Fumi in on one more thing.

She likely wasn't going to be so merciful as to let her actually pass out before what came next!

[BlackAkuma]

It wouldn’t surprise anyone to find out that this wasn’t the first time Wendy had pulled this particular scheme out and had fun with it - before she came to Japan, she used to get down like this all the time in the American feds. She’d wait until after a show, shadow some little bitch who’d beaten her in a match or said something cross about her or just had a face she didn’t like, and then she’d go to town on them. Drag them in one of the backrooms and have some fun for a few minutes, wearing out while they kicked and screamed and begged for mercy.

Good times. Good times.

Back home, they tended to let the wrestling business slide, wanting the wrestlers themselves to handle this stuff. In Japan, you had to be a little more tactful, but she was learning how to pick her opportunities. All about timing, really. You had to be quick, you had to be smart, and you had to be quiet. WIth Fumi, she’d ticked all those boxes straight away.

”Sssh, sssh, easy!” She kept a hold on the furry as she struggled, putting up a surprising amount of fight for a girl her size. There were a couple of moments when Wendy thought she might lose her grip, but she could get a hold of her soon enough, locking her down as she continued to drag her back. More and more fight was going out of her with each passing second, and she was on the verge of going to sleep, without even having Wendy’s ass on her face. That wouldn’t do.

Wendy reached their final destination, kicking open a door to what appeared to be an unused meeting room - chairs lined up against a wall, a big desk, projector on the far wall, even a screen. Nice, roomy, and most importantly, remote. This would do just fine.

”In you go!” She spun about an hurled Fumi into the room, releasing her from the chokehold and letting her fly, before she turned around to close the door and give them some much needed privacy.

[ADarlingDucky]

When Fumi had hung up the phone, she had been mildly annoyed at Kate. It was clear that the coyote had given little fucks at all about this convention or even hanging around to possibly make money, and while Fumi felt the same, she was miffed at being left alone. It weighed on her a bit as she pondered how best to slip out unnoticed and what to do with her time afterwards, blissfully unaware of Wendy's looming presence. And when the southerner finally struck, the arm around her neck would only be the first sign that being annoyed with her friend was the least of her worries.

Fumi hissed loudly as Wendy's arm clamped down around her neck, air instantly cut off from her as a resource, and the fox jerked forwards, finding no release from Wendy's hold in her initial moment of panic! Going from standing in complete blissful ignorance to being choked violently had the same effect as throwing ice cold water into the face of a sleeping human, and unfortunately, all the struggles in the world wouldn't help her! The larger woman held tight, and the longer that Fumi struggled, the weaker she got, that merciless hold being held until she was beginning to slow down and see spots in her eyes, all as Wendy gently coo'd into her ear! Fumi might have responded if she had the wherewithal, but as she slumped ever so slightly Wendy would begin to step backwards, Fumi forced to walk along with her lest her legs give out and she put even more weight on her neck by falling against Wendy's arm!

When the door behind the pair was booted open, Fumi was introduced to this strange new setting as Wendy turned and flung her inside, and the lightweight nearly managed to catch herself, before failing miserably and dropping hard against the floor! The Japanese wrestler landed with a nasty thud and rolled slightly along the floor, nearly smacking into a set of table legs before she finally stopped, a hand moving to her throat as she wheezed! Finding a bit of air, Fumi finally turned and shoved herself up to her feet as fast as she could, confronting the woman who had attacked her, and...

Nothing.

"...Who the fuck ARE you?!" Fumi's tone made it clear that not only did she not know who Wendy Winston was, but she had already forgotten the second-long smirk that she had given her while walking past! Instead, she regarded this woman like a complete and total unknown, and yet, a complete and total unknown who was bigger than her, stronger than her, and had just nearly choked her out! Scanning the room, it was clear that her only way out was currently being occupied by the heavyweight, and Fumi stood looking ready for a fight, even if she felt taken entirely off guard!

"You are making a big fucking mistake... You have no idea what you're getting yourself into..." It was partially true, at least in Fumi's eyes, but she highly doubted it would solve her problem, only banking on it perhaps buying her a bit more time!

[BlackAkuma]

All right, now that Wendy had her little toy all to herself, it was time to take stock of what she had to play with.

She ignored what the bitch said at first, instead taking her time to stalk around her and look her up and down. Not in bad shape, but nowhere near her size, which was perfect - after the incident with Storm, she wasn’t in much of a mood to play with someone on her own level. She wanted a smaller playmate, and this one would do just fine. Good build, so she could take some punishment, and Wendy wouldn’t have to hold back all that much. Perfect.

”I’m Mary Fuckin’ Poppins, nice to meet you.” She folded her arms and looked down on her victim with a smug smirk. ”Wendy Winston. And yeah, I don’t know what I’m getting into - but that’s part of the fun, see? I want to get to know you a little better, Fumi. Have a little fun. Think we can do that, honey?”

Of course, Fumi would have no choice in the matter, and Wendy was keen on demonstrating that fact. She came to a stop as Fumi rose up, looking ready for a fight. It was almost cute, in a way - she thought she could put a fight? Stand a chance? Wendy was pretty sure her legs weighed more than this entire chick.

”Oh, look at you, so feisty.” Wendy snickered and jumped at the woman, only to quickly pull back before she could get too close, trying to bait her into making a move. ”Come on, come at me. Just have to get past me to the door, can’t be that hard, right?”

[ADarlingDucky]

The way that Wendy snatched up Fumi and dragged her off, in a sense, mirrored exactly how Fumi felt as a relaxing afternoon was suddenly snatched away from her, and before she could quite fully process what was happening, she was thrown into a backstage room inside the convention center! Stacked with a few tables and chairs nearby, it was devoid of all people inside except for the two of them, and once Fumi was thrown to the floor and finally allowed a chance to breathe again, it became clear that she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, not if Wendy Winston had her way. And speaking of, that very woman had just finished a lap around her, and as Fumi rose to her feet, introductions were made!

"Wendy Winston... Oh, I know who you are! A complete nobody!" That was almost certainly not the smartest thing to say in this situation, but Fumi was angry, and despite earlier protests, it seemed Wendy wasn't concerned in any way how this might turn around on her. And so the lightweight snapped back at her foe, but in spite of any anger she felt, she had to be realistic. And looking around once more at the room, before looking back to Wendy, who was so much larger than her and between Fumi and the exit, the realistic reading of the situation wasn't perhaps the best.

She would have to fight her way out.

Keeping a sharp eye on Wendy, Fumi bristled as the southerner spoke her name, making it clear that, at least at a passing level, she knew who Fumi was. And given the way she'd approached her, the version of fun that she spoke of was only going to be fun for one of them. Fumi was currently weighing her options when Wendy suddenly jumped forwards, and Fumi darted backwards quickly, recoiling back far enough to smack into one of the tables set up behind her!

"Aagh! Shit..." Fumi hissed as she slammed into the object, feeling even more foolish as she looked up and saw Wendy backing up, having simply pump-faked her to gauge her reaction. Throwing herself into a table had likely been more than enough to give away how nervous she was. And so the fox, knowing she had only a few options, would opt for perhaps the most drastic one, and maybe her most likely hope at getting out!

"I don't think you want this Wendy... I'd hate to mess up your makeup any more when I step on your face on my way out!" Fumi hissed, before suddenly spinning and reaching behind her, snatching up the nearest folding chair within the room, and with a grunt of exertion, attempting to toss it Wendy's way, giving her an incoming object to focus her attention on instead!