Moth to a Flame

[BlackAkuma]

Yo-Yo couldn't believe she was doing this. Couldn't believe she was in this fancy restaurant, with food she could barely afford. Couldn't believe she was dressed up in this fancy black sequin dress that she’d once worn to prom and never again since. Couldn't believe that she was actually out and on a blind date, of all things.

And yet, here she was—strange world.

Nothing new, though. Japan had been nothing but strangeness since she arrived, after all, with so little of it going her way, right from the start. Defeat, defeat, defeat, one after the other, to the point where it was getting difficult for even her amazing mic skills to bullshit out of them. People were talking, starting to notice, and she was getting the jobber label thrown at her, the kind of stink that could take years to erase.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, now she had Aaliyah over here, for the express purpose of being her fucking babysitter. She loved her cousin, sure, but she was a hardass, constantly bitching about every little thing, and she had grown even worse after that match with Cleo, blaming her for how things went down…which might have been a little true, to be fair. Might have gotten in the way a little bit.

In her defense, though, Cleo was smoking hot.

Whatever the case, she was in the thick of it now, and she needed some relief, some kind of distraction. So she figured her best shot was to get out there, try something different, meet people. She signed up to LAW’s Grappl app, and threw her profile into the pool.

To her surprise, she managed to score right away, catching the eye of someone online. They’d been oddly secretive about who they were, but the two of them struck up a good conversation, hit it off well enough, and made arrangements to meet in person at NOBU Tokyo, an upscale restaurant. Typically above Yo-Yo’s paygrade, but that didn’t seem to bother whoever she was chatting with.

So here she was, a little early, waiting for her date to show up and desperately hoping this wasn’t some catfish thing…

[Bare]

click clack clack click

The soft yet sharp sounds of heel tapping the floor would resonate through the sound and music of the restraunt, getting cloesr and closer to Yo-yo with each lifting step until finally. "Well, well, well, you look almost as good from behind as from the front. Very nice." Came the distinctive, British accented voice of one Cleo Hulbury. Dressed in a designer cream colored, knee length dress with sheer fabric around the chest and pearls attached to the neckline of the halter top style dress. Held clasped together with a thin yellow belt and scarlet red high heels.

Spoiler

All in all Cleo was a picture of elegance and beauty, drawing eyes from multiple people in the restaurant, but Cleo's were solely locked onto Yo-yo's own. "Apologies for the secrecy but I thought it'd be best to avoid any further drama with that brute you hang around with." Cleo explained, her purse dangling a bit lower as she placed her hand on her hip before, regardless of how Yo-yo reacted to the reveal of her date Cleo would wrap her other arm around the girl's waist, pulling her closer to her while also guiding her towards the maitre d.

"Table for two reserved under Hulbury? The private dining room." Cleo said matter of factly, the man behind the desk immediately nodding and leading the two towards the other side of the restaurant where a ornate wooden door with only small openings to peer inside was. Pulling the door open the maitre d would reveal a small, private room, dimly lit for mood lighting, a table for two and next it a stand with a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne already chilling. "Perfect." Cleo would say as chairs were pulled out for them and the two would take their seats, Cleo using this chance to to take in the reaction of her date, curious to see just how well she was taking this.

[BlackAkuma]

Huh. You know, Yo-Yo hadn't done this sort of thing before, but now that she was here, waiting on her date, she could kind of see the appeal to a blind date. Something was exciting about not knowing who she’d be with, in having no idea what sort of person she was meeting. Could be a total flop, sure, but it could also be incredible. She could wind up with a model or a stripper or maybe even-

”You.”

Yo-Yo looked on, eyes wide and mouth wider, as her date for the evening turned out to be none other than Cleo, the incredibly hot sex bomb of a woman her cousin had clashed with. She moved like it was no big thing, with total confidence, even as Yo-Yo looked about and followed her in a confused stupor. It seemed like she had this all planned out, the whole setup, the table, the date, all of it.

Yo-Yo wasn’t the sharpest spoon in the drawer, but even she knew this was a little off. She stood next to the chair, but didn’t sit down just yet, as she looked from side to side, expecting…something. An ambush, maybe? ”Uh, is this…is this some kind of trick thing? Like a wrestling thing?”

[Bare]

Leading the date to the private room of the restaurant and having the sliding door closed behind them Cleo would glide her way to the other side and pull out a chair to sit down ever so elegantly, crossing her legs as she did so in a not so subtle way of displaying her legs for her date who seemed to have some reservations. "Why on earth would I be trying to trick you? I won the match against that brute so I have no further quarrel with her, and if it was she'd be my target not you." Cleo said in an almost bored tone before turning and placing her elbow on the table, leaning her chin on her hand as she looked at Yo-yo.

"But whether knowingly or not you played a role in me winning, and you are rather cute. So when I saw your profile on Grappl I took the opportunity. If anything just consider it my way of repaying you, nothing nefarious about it." Cleo said with a shrug. "Oh that being said however, do pour me a glass of the bubbly there, I forgot to do so before sitting down." Cleo asked with a lilt in her tone as she picked one of the glasses up and waved it invitingly at Yo-yo to pour the alcohol into, looking at her with quite the flirtatious gaze as she did so.

[BlackAkuma]

…yeah, okay, that made sense. But could Cleo really blame her? It wasn’t like backstage beatdowns were rare thing in LAW, they happened all the time, and she knew her time would come for one sooner or later. Getting roped into this felt like some Lex Luthor shit, Yo-Yo didn’t know how to take it.

But she seemed genuine enough about all this, one she explained it. And she did call Yo-Yo cute, which she didn’t hate, so…

”Oooooooookay, then.” Yo-Yo picked up the bottle, squinted as she tried to mentally pronounce what it was called, gave up, and proceeded to pour them both a glass. She sat down and relaxed her shoulders, doing her best to ease up.

”So.” She looked about, noticing that they were in a private room for the first time. All to themselves. ”You’re, like…rich or something? How do you afford all this?”

[Bare]

Cleo's smile widened softly as she seemed to get Yo-yo to calm down and relax a bit, even better she followed through and grabbed the bottle of champagne, pouring Cleo a glass to which she immediately took a sip before placing it down as her date finally took a seat and asked a question that made the more experienced wrestler chuckle. "Hahaha I guess you could say that yes." Cleo said before leaning forward on her elbows and resting her chin on bridged hands.

"Prior to becoming a LAW wrestler I was a rather successful model who also dabbled in the world of high end, very well paying sex fights, that's what led me to LAW and given my name value it led to a very lucrative contract. All this combined with coming already from a rather affluent family welllllll." Cleo let it hang in the air to allow Yo-yo to come to her own conclusion. "I'm going to take a wild guess that you're not exactly used to such... affluence are you?" Cleo asked with a teasing tone while looking her date from over her interlocked hands.

[BlackAkuma]

As Cleo went on and gave Yo-Yo a short summary of her life up to that point, she reached over and took a sip of the champagne…and immediately wished she hadn't. It was her first time drinking the stuff, and she could say she wasn’t a big fan of the taste, a little sour for her tastes. Way too sour. So much that it made her lips pucker up and forced a wince out of her.

She managed to force it down quick enough, or so she hoped, and put a cool face back on as Cleo brought the focus back her way. No need to be uptight, here. This was just a date. A regular date.

A regular date in an uber-expensive place with one of the hottest women she’d ever been in a room with.

She wasn’t 100% what ‘affluence’ meant, but just going off the context, she assumed it meant ‘rich people shit’. ”No, uh, not really. I mean, I didn’t grow up poor or anything, family was decent with money, but this stuff was pretty well out of our price range, most times. Not too much ‘affluence’, no.” She shrugged and started looking over the menu, mostly using it as an excuse not to stare at Cleo for too long. ”So, you started out with sex fights? I can see that.” She only took a half-pause, realized how that could come off, and added on quick. ”I mean, like, you’ve got a great body and you fight good, so yeah, I mean, that seems like a good fit. If you’re into that kind of thing. Howd you get into it in the first place?”

Honestly, a subject she was kind of curious on. Seemed like a weird door to stick your foot in.

[Bare]

Cleo let out a soft giggle in response to seeing Yo-yo's reaction to the champagne. Not exactly a shocker given the revelation that she wasn't exactly used to such... luxury food and beverages. Only to be expected for someone new to it. But Cleo didn't make it a point to comment on it, instead just watching as Yo-yo did her best to keep it down while maintaining her composure before giving a proper response, detailing her own background a bit.

"Ah middle of the road I see." Cleo said nodding with a small smile before Yo-yo turned things back in Cleo's direction asking how exactly she got into sex fighting. "Ah well as I said I started off modeling, at some point a gent came by looking for recruits." Cleo recounted while looking in the air and squinting her eyes for a moment to remember exact details before focusing back on Yo-yo.

"I'd always been rather liberal with sex and had taken martial arts as a tyke and loved competition so I said why not? As it turned out I just happened to be quite good at it." Cleo said, grinning a bit teasingly at the end while wagging her eyebrows at Yo-yo with a wink. "Play your cards right and you'll see just what I mean." Cleo all but breathed out huskily while leaning forward, all but saying the quiet part out loud.

[BlackAkuma]

‘Liberal with sex’. That got Yo-Yo’s attention. She wasn’t exactly a stranger to the bedroom, either, but it would be safe to say that she had a good deal less experience than the average LAW wrestler, having gotten no much action at all since she came to the promotion. Not for lack of trying, but it was a little difficult to pick up dates in a country where you didn’t even speak the main language. Toug barrier to cross.

But, if that tone of Cleo’s was anything to go by, maybe her luck was changing.

”Maybe I will.” Yo-Yo tried to hide her smile behind the glass. ”I like cards.”

Ugh, that was dumb, why did she say that dumb thing? Recover, she could recover. ”I was kind of the same way. I mean, not the sexfighting, I’ve never done that before, but yeah, I grew up fighting. Not like martial arts or anything, self-taught.” She brought her fists up and flashed a quick pose. ”Get me by well enough, I know how to handle things.”

She would, of course, leave out the fact that she hadn't won a single match in LAW yet. Hopefully, Cleo hadn't done her homework.

[Bare]

Cleo could clearly see the way that Yo-yo lit up at Cleo's words that she was liberal with sex. Good. Truth be told that was the part she was most interested in with her. None the less however Cleo would lean forward to express her own interest towards her date. "Very good to hear." Cleo said with a wink before taking another sip of her drink.

"I see. Well the desire to fight is the most important part. But having someone capable to teach you is important as well." Cleo said with a smile, throwing some light shade at Yo-yo's cousin. "If you'd like I can show you a thing or two. My style revolves mostly around kicking, and you have some... mhmmm wonderfully long legs. So it should be complimentary to you." Cleo mentioned offhandedly with a small smile on her face.