Not a Walk in the Park: Blaise Cameron vs Cathy Jefferson

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy Jefferson's head is still spinning as she leaves the LAW building that evening, her hood pulled tightly around her face, shoulders hunched and hands thrust deep in her pockets as she ports her kitbag on the lonely road home.

The scene in the dressing room after her defeat still plays over and over in her mind's eye: Katsumi's head coming up and their lips sealing for the first time; Cathy leaning into the Japanese woman whose eyes fall shut as she shifts, brushing herself up against Cathy in a grind. The moment Kat jerks back from her, eyes wide, stammering, her cheeks colouring up. Pulling her sweat-slickened hair out of her eyes. The level of disbelief in her voice as she mouths the words : "O-oh my god, what am I doing.." "Th-that.. that didn't happen.. okay?" Running out of the room and leaving Cathy alone and lost in her own thoughts. Didn't happen, huh? You just defeated me by two falls to one on our debut together, and if that wasn't enough... you surprised and pulled me into the room, played with me, teased and then ran out on me!

Cathy seriously thinks about falling off the wagon again after such a defeat and rebuff, but remembers just in time she's a pro wrestler now and in the end discipline kicks in; and even though its almost dusk, she walks on past the bar and heads into the nearby park to stroll and meditate instead. Although its still hours before the place will be locked up its becoming almost deserted as people head home for dinner. Cathy spies a young man in the distance but pays barely any attention to him as she kicks a loose pebble off the path and walks on deep in thought.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise has some habits. Most of these habits have to do with him doing things he generally enjoys. While that certainly includes wrestling and training to do said wrestling, it also includes watching wrestling. He'd just finished doing that, catching the latest live broadcast from LAW. Good stuff. He's not so into the weird porn stuff, but the actual wrestling, you bet. Plus, the ladies have this tendency to be ridiculously attractive. As a strapping young bachelor, he's not even a little ashamed of enjoying that aspect.

After indulging in that pastime, he's taken up another! The young man in question has a pair of earbuds stuffed into his ears, a warm gray hoodie on his torso, blue-piped sweatpants, and white crosstrainers. Naturally, he's jogging through the park, enjoying a slice of musical americana. His path takes him in near-direct route towards Cathy, whom he first starts to pass with only a nod. A few spirited steps later, and his forward movement halts! Still jogging, but in reverse, he backpedals to beside the distinctly tan-skinned, blonde-haired, green-eyed girl.

"Heeeyyy, you're Cathy, aren't you?," he asks first in Japanese. "Cathy Jefferson?"

The relative stillness of the air continues to be broken up by the rhythmic 'pap, pap, pap' of his trotting.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy hears her name mentioned and looks up, registering as if for the first time the young man who is by now jogging on the spot beside her. "What did you say?" The wrestler from Montana has only been in Japan long enough to learn a few basic courtesy words and phrases ,like 'Arigatou gozaimasu', and has no idea what the young man in gray hoodie is trying to tell her. She looks him over a bit more however, noticing his bright blue eyes, and the fact that although a few inches taller than her, and athletically built, he probably doesn't weigh above twenty pounds more than Cathy. With her wrestler's antennae finely attuned, the blonde already reckons that ,if it came to it, she could probably take the young man who looks barely out of his teens.

[CyanDimitrik]

What a world we live in, where the first thought a lady has when meeting a strapping young fellow in the park is whether or not she could take him in a fight. What a world! That is to say, Blaise's mind is far removed from such thoughts. He's mostly affixed to her big, pretty eyes. Blaise is a fairly simple, straightforward person.

He switches seamlessly to English. "Cathy Jefferson. You. Right?" Somehow, his native language came out more broken than his Japanese. "The wrestler? I mean, didn't you just have a match?" He's already committed to the idea that that is, in fact, who he's talking to. And his jogging continues backwards, keeping pace with her.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Yes, I'm... er that's me," Cathy says hesitantly and stops walking to allow the young man to stop jogging backwards all the time. "Kinda caught me at a bad time. Sorry, I should... erm, what did you say your name was?"

[CyanDimitrik]

Cathy is clearly not in a good mood, and he's pretty sure he knows why. Most people feel bad after losing a match, so it's understandable! He won't let that stop him, though. In fact, it might even inspire his efforts.

When she stops walking, he stops jogging. "Blaise Cameron," he continues in English, boyish smile brightening his features. "I saw your match. You did great! That piledriver was crazy! Don't see many women pull that off. And it's nice to see the States represented out here in the East." His pace isn't quite rapid-fire, but he's clearly excited to've found her. "I mean, besides what lil' ol' me brings to the table."

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy peers at her new companion again more closely: his expression is completely honest and open, she sees, and, not for the first time, the Montana girl wonders why her first thought was to appraise whether she could take down someone she has just met in a fight or not. Its just that brawling and wrestling's so ingrained in Cathy's psyche that, oft-times, she can't help comparing herself reflexively with new folks she meets when they're clearly of a fighting age and disposition (and that goes for males too!)

"Oh, look at me, clean forgetting my manners there!" She laughs, only a little hesitantly. "Yes, Cathy Jefferson, pleased to meet you... Blaise!" Then looking at him more expectantly: "You really thought I did great in there... but I still lost that match, great piledriver or not..."

[CyanDimitrik]

"Yep!," chirps Blaise without missing a beat. "Not a lot've girls could keep up under that kind of pressure, and I thought for sure you had'er a few times. I think she's some kind'a witch." The wry smile he shoots her should suggest he's joking. But the smile turns a little more supportive. "I wouldn't have expected anyone to be back into it after a piledriver like that. I mean, unless they're me. But still. You were great. Things happen sometimes, is all!"

No guile behind those wide blue eyes, no hint of malice or taunt. He's a fan who genuinely liked what he saw of her. Well, it's not just a matter of athleticism, truth be told. Cathy's a profoundly attractive girl, and even watching her be pinned was nice.

"You're not feeling too down on yourself, are ya?," he asks suddenly. "I know it can be hard to shake sometimes when you lose a match. Especially if you feel like you really had it in the bag. Been there."

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Oh, I'm not entirely sure Kat's a witch, but she can be ... a little bewitching I guess," Cathy mused, laughing and speaking more freely now as she warmed to the expressions of sympathy coming from Blaise, sensing a possible friendship here. "Maybe next time I won't linger as long over her neat abs however; just 'get medieval' on her from the start!"
Laughing wrily, Cathy sees a bench close by and steers Blaise over, and they sit down to watch the sunset. "So tell me a bit more about yourself, blue eyes: are you a LAW fanboy, or a wrestler, or both?"

[CyanDimitrik]

Her wording and phrasing gets a slow perk of Blaise's eyebrow. Ohhh. So the match was a little more than just a match. Cathy was into her opponent. So Cathy's into girls. He tries to mask his disappointment with a weaker smile. He makes his way over to the offered seat, turns, and takes it. His hands fold neatly over his lap, then seem to reconsider and stuff into the central pouch of his hoodie.

"Both, I guess. I mean, the wrestling part of it. Not so much the, uh... 'porn' side of it, I guess." He leans back, head tilting slightly to look at her. "And anyway, I thought ya did good. It was a long match. You would've won, if it was just a one-fall deal." After a beat, he specifies, "Oh, I mean I'm a wrestler, and a fan! I worded that weird, I think."