Best Debut Night Ever - Alizeh & Brooke

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke Betancourt was tired. After an emotional whirlwind of a day preparing for her debut in LAW -- the first step to reinventing herself -- she'd stepped into the ring for what had been a draining first match. For someone who'd never been in competitive sports before, much less in an actual fight, Brooke was surprised she'd lasted as long as she did. Then she got slammed into the canvas... then booted in the face... then bent almost into a perfect circle...?

She didn't really remember what had happened near the end, but that alone was enough to tell her that she'd probably lost. That and the fact that, somehow, she wasn't even in the ring anymore. "Mmmngh... W... Where am I...?" She slowly opened her eyes, trying to blink the blear out of them.

Once she did, though, she found herself contending with the harsh glow of bright, cheap fluorescent lights instead. As her eyes adjusted, Brooke started to take in the rest of her surroundings. Since she was looking up at the lights, she reasoned, Brooke must have been laying down. Specifically, laying down on something unexpectedly... warm. And kinda soft.

It was then that Brooke noticed that, despite still being woozy, there was a pleasant sensation of some kind coming from her scalp. Almost as if something was being run through her hair...? And there, just at the edge of her vision: A tanned... blob of some kind, capped by something green?

But when her vision started to focus, everything started to come together in her head. It wasn't a blob. No, that was a face! Of a person...! A person whose lap she must have been lying in... and who was stroking her hair? Wait, wait, wait... come to think of it, she knew that face, didn't she?!?

"A-Alizeh?!?"

lmao literally just this face, for you persona fans out there

[Bare]

Alizeh hummed softly as she sat on the couch situated in her dressing room with Brooke layed out next to her with the girl's head currently nestled in the green haired girl's lap. "Thank god I've gotten popular enough for them to give me my own place to chill, otherwise this would be wayyy more awkward." Alizeh said to herself while leaning back, one hand continuing to brush through Brooke's hair, mostly to keep her hand busy. Alizeh's other hand meanwhile held her phone to kill some boredom by checking out twitter, mostly the results for the matches after hers as well as some reactions to her own.

A big point of contention being just what Alizeh had done, or rather was doing with Brooke after carrying her out of the ring like a rag doll after well.. ragdolling her. 'Hehe if only they knew.' Alizeh thought to herself with a giggle after reading a few tweets. Hearing a sudden cry of her name though Alizeh would look down and smile upon seeing Brooke had finally woken up, and with a adorable expression no less!

"Brooke hey welcome back to the land of the living!" Alizeh would say cheerfully, absolutely no hint of acknowledgement to Brooke's confusion and mortification at their current position. Besides Alizeh had bigger things she was worrying about. "Do me a favor and hold still.." While saying this she would quickly switch to the camera of her phone before. "Say cheese!" With no other warning Alizeh snapped a picture of Brooke's stunned expression!

'"Hehe nice." She said to herself before putting her phone away and focusing back on Brooke. "Sooo before you freak out." As she said this Alizeh would reach down to Brooke's shoulders, gently grabbing them and lifting the brunette up and into a sitting position, hoping she helped her out by adjusting herself against the couch as Alizeh did so. "After I knocked you out I brought you back stage and met up with that doctor lady manager of yours, the cute one, and basically asked her if I could keep an eye on you for a while to have some one on one time and she gave the ok, so no worries!"

After finishing her explanation Alizeh offered a quick jazz hands to Brooke. Personally she felt like interjecting a bit of comedy into situations like these helped to ease tension or put people at ease. Hopefully that was the case here. "Soooo any questions?" As she said this Alizeh would look at Brooke, waiting to see if the girl was confused beyond the rundown Alizeh had offered, and hopefully not cause the green haired girl was really not sure exactly how much detail the downrange diva would want, or what she would even like if she heard.

[FreestylePoet]

For a brief moment, her mind flashed to panic. After all, she'd heard about the kinds of things that LAW wrestlers did after dragging their opponents backstage. Those images brought red to her face... especially the brief ones where she pictured herself in that situation. The important part, though was that for as long as she'd known her, Brooke felt that Alizeh wasn't the type to do something like that. (For better or worse. More blushing, by the way.) Which meant Brooke could continue.

And by "continue," she meant "continue to lay there, fully aghast." The red on her cheeks turned to crimson as Alizeh pulled out her phone and did something that looked suspiciously like snapping a picture of her face. "Hey!" Brooke objected, mortified at the act. Then when Alizeh helped her up by the shoulders (and crimson deepened to burgundy), she pouted cutely towards her host.

That pout stayed, even as she listened to Alizeh's explanation. It was all she could do to reproach the greenette for her actions. Still, the fact that she'd met up with Christina and supposedly gotten the okay comforted her. At the very least, Brooke figured that she wasn't in for some savage backstage beatdown.

"Any questions? U-Um... Just one, actually." Well, technically two, but her other question wasn't necessarily the best thing to ask someone she'd only met 30 minutes ago... even if those 30 minutes were filled with full-contact grappling and flirting. Discretion is the better part of valor, and all that.

Brooke gulped before opening her mouth. She spoke slowly. "How... How'd I do? Other than losing, I mean." It was an important question to her. If she wanted to prove to herself and the world that she could be something other than a model, then she'd actually have to do it instead of just playing at it. Which meant doing it well. And who better to ask than someone she'd actually wrestled, especially a relative veteran like Alizeh?

[Bare]

Alizeh smiled and waited patiently as she sat back for Brooke. It wouldn't do to overwhelm or pressure the brunette before she was ready do anything or even speak. But Alizeh would admit that the temptation to check her phone to see how the photo she took of Brooke was trending. What? How could she NOT post that. But she at least had made the tagline pretty tasteful. But Alizeh was all class so she'd wait patiently to check.

Luckily her patience was soon rewarded when Brooke finally managed to tear the tape off her mouth and ask her first, and potentially only question. Raising her eyebrows in response to it Alizeh would chuckle softly. How did Brooke do? It definitely wasn't what Alizeh had expected but honestly she appreciated that desire to measure herself up. If anything it just served as a positive sign for the former model's potential in the business.

"Well let seeee." Speaking coyly Alizeh would recline back while lifting her legs up... casually placing them over brooke's in the process as she she shifted on the couch to lean on the arm of the couch they were sat on. "You made some rookie mistakes and you're speed and strike game needs major work." Alizeh said bluntly, giving her honest critique of the girl's performance before smirking softly. "But you've got a major knack for technical stuff. You actually managed to copy the surfboard stretch from me almost perfectly. That massively impressive for someone with, I'm guessing less than a year of experience?" Alizeh asked, offering her praises to add to her overall evaluation of Brooke in their match.

[FreestylePoet]

Even though she'd asked for it, Brooke couldn't help but wince a little at Alizeh's honest assessment of her skills. It wasn't like she thought she'd get a handle on it right away, but hearing so plainly just how far she still had to go... it kinda hurt. Brooke looked down, pressing her lips together and nodding slowly. "Heh..." she laughed wistfully, "Yeah, 'less than a year' is putting it mildly. I only moved to Japan a bit over a month ago, and I've only had a few lessons and spars with my manager and teammates. This was actually my first full-on fight... ever."

She shook her head with another airy, self-deprecating laugh. Saying it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. She wasn't a wrestler, she was a model! And yet, here she was. A girl who'd only thrown, like, five punches in her entire life. Tangling with some of the best of them. It was pretty weird... and kinda badass!

"And yeah, I'm... kinda bendy. Used to model, and I had to hold all sorts of precise poses. The other stuff will come soon, I'm sure of it!" Feeling a little encouraged at Alizeh's praise, she gave her former opponent a cute pump of her fist before setting that hand back down.

"Thanks, though, um... You were really good, too..." Internally, she cringed as soon as she said it. Why was she making it sound like pillow talk?!? Her eyes started to flit around the room nervously, and a sweat broke out upon the reddening skin of her face. "Hehehe...!"Everything else in the room suddenly seemed extremely interesting. The chairs, the table, the clock, Alizeh's legs...

Wait, Alizeh's legs?!?

Brooke's eyes shot back down at her lap, only to find that Alizeh's legs were indeed draped over hers. Not only that, but her hands had, at some point, wandered to rest upon them! That only highlighted the reality that she'd forgotten all about -- that she was literally sitting in a skimpy bikini with a girl who she'd just wrestled! "Eep!" Gasping, she pulled her hands back and tucked them between the sofa cushions.

"Uh, sorry! Oh, where was I?" Her mind grasped desperately on the only thing she could think to change the subject to. "Are you, er, are you doing anything tonight?"

D'oh, not that!

[Bare]

Alizeh watched carefully as she read Brooke's changing expressions as the girl took in Alizeh's assessment of her performance in the match. Alizeh was honest and in her own humble opinion, fairly accurate in breaking down the performance and abilities of other wrestlers from a outside perspective. But especially when she had been the one to wrestle said person.

In this case Brooke. But what Alizeh found more interesting than the performance itself was the reaction of someone when told the criticisms of it. This was actually something she picked up from her maternal grandfather, a interview tactic he had told her. Hitting someone hard with the critical reception of their performance before brushing over the positive aspects. It was a good way to determine someone's real level of passion and grit beyond the confines of the squared circle. Something she found extremely accurate in her experience.

Luckily Brooke had passed Alizeh's secret little test and had a few expressions indicating her frustration, and crestfalleness at the words. Good. The fact that she was disappointed meant she wanted to do better, so that meant she had potential going forward.

Also it appeared the brunette had just now noticed Alizeh had put her legs over her lap. Something she did so just out of comfort, and to again see Brooke's reaction, but more so for comedic purposes. Boy was she not disappointed.

Immediately upon realizing it Brooke had stuffed her hands in the couch pillows after taking them off Alizeh's legs. "Hehe thanks. I've kinda been at this awhile. Also aw I kinda liked them there." She said jokingly accepting Brooke's compliment while lamenting the loss of hands on her thighs as she leaned back against the couch as Brooke scrambled to make up some kinda response, the blush on her face only adding to the entertainment factor of this little encounter.

The fact that she basically went into asking Alizeh out was even better. Even if Alizeh was fairly certain that wasn't what she intended, but Alizeh would roll with it. "Hmm well preferably you, but that's up to ya now me." She said flirtily, already feeling as if the mutual attraction between them was enough to warrant such a forward response.

[FreestylePoet]

While some might not think it just by looking at her, Brooke was actually quite the sexual person. She'd discovered early on that she was attracted to women, and was mostly unafraid to indulge herself. In other words, pretty girls were Brooke's weakness.

That being said. Pretty girls were Brooke's weakness. No matter how many times she'd made out in the corner of a house party or stumbled out of a bar with a giggling partner in tow, the approach itself never got any easier. The thirty or so minutes spent talking in that corner or at that bar often saw Brooke turn into a stumbling, blushing mess. She was a willing flirt, for sure, but definitely a bashful one.

"Preferably... me...?"

So when Alizeh all but said that she wanted to sleep with her? Brooke's brain went into conniptions.

"A-Ah..... I-I-I mean..." Her face became a furnace. "During the match, you did say…" Her heart a jackhammer. "I, heh, think you're really…" And her eyes a pair of pinballs.

Brooke had no idea why she was like this. She wanted it, and she was pretty sure that Alizeh did too. All she had to do was ask. Heck, Alizeh had even done the hard part for her! All she had to do was say "yes, please!" Or, like, even just jump her bones right here and now or something! After all, they were in a changing room! But nooooo, her brain had to short circuit whenever a hottie like Alizeh so much as breathed in her direction!

The former model pressed her lips together, staring off into space as she took a deep, shaky breath. She gulped down the last of her nerves, nodded to herself -- "...Fuck it." -- and decided to throw caution to the wind. Brooke suddenly scooted towards Alizeh, grasping the girl's wrist and quickly leaning towards her!

Just then, though, three sharp knocks rang out at Alizeh's door. Followed by a familiar, German-accented voice.

"Miss Midori? Brooke? Are you in there? I have some stuff from your locker!"

"C-Christina?"

[Bare]

Alizeh hummed softly and had to actively restrain herself from out right laughing at Brooke as she saw the girl flounder and fumble for words in response to the green haired girl's forward response. She knew for a fact this is the kind of reaction Brooke would have and Alizeh was thoroughly expecting hilarious results.

'Definitely not disappointed so far.' Alizeh thought to herself while biting her lip to keep from laughing in Brooke's face. After spending so much time and effort making the girl feel comfortable Alizeh would be damn sure not to screw things up here and now right as the two were finally about to do something.

Speaking of... Feeling her hand grabbed Alizeh grinned softly as she squeezed Brooke's hand back. She didn't bother to respond to the brunette's flustered mumblings, knowing it wouldn't do anything. Not when the girl's face was so close, and getting closer. In mere moments the two would kiss...

Or they would have had it not been for the knocking on the door interrupting the soon to be intimate moment between the two girls. Blinking at this Alizeh would look over her shoulder before refocusing on Brooke with a chuckle. "Hehe almost. One sec Brooke." As she said this Alizeh would wink to the girl.

Turning herself over Alizeh swung her legs off Brooke's lap and onto the carpeted floor. Pushing herself off the couch Alizeh got up and walked to the door, slowly pulling it open and leaving it ajar, with Alizeh occupying the space she created.

Looking at Christina the green haired girl smiled brightly at the woman, trying to not let her see the state Brooke was in.. though as Alizeh leaned she didn't realize the door was opening just a bit wider than she intended... But either way Alizeh would quickly speak to the woman to keep her attention on her. "Ehhh wassup doc." She said jokingly before holding her hand out. "Brooke's.. awake but uh.. indisposed. I can take her stuff for her though." Alizeh said trying not to lie outright to Christina, but also not reveal the full scale of what condition Brooke was in right now, still unknowingly opening the door a bit wider than intended...

[FreestylePoet]

Dr. Christina Morgenstern was, to say the least, extremely pleased. Some months ago, she had come to Japan with four complete wrestling novices in tow, armed with nothing but some startup capital, nearly half a year of background research, and a promise. Team Stanza was born then, and they'd spent the last several weeks preparing the newly-founded stable for a series of debuts in LAW. Tonight was the first match that any of her clients had wrestled in this new promotion. In one fell swoop, Brooke officially became a LAW wrestler, Christina herself officially became a LAW manager, and Team Stanza officially became a LAW stable.

Dr. Christina Morgenstern

So yes, she was quite satisfied with herself and with Brooke's performance. Even if Brooke lost, she had done rather well for herself for a debutante. She'd taken, escaped, and even outright reversed moves from a well-regarded ring veteran before delivering some solid moves of her own. After the match, Alizeh appeared to slip backstage with Brooke cradled in her arms. Initially, Christina was somewhat concerned, but once she hurried over to check on Brooke, she was relieved to see that her client was seemingly more asleep than actually injured.

Then Alizeh made a rather unexpected request: She wanted some alone time with Brooke once she woke up. Christina had no problem, in theory; in fact, she outright pushed her wrestlers to make connections outside of their stable. And truth be told, while she'd heard about some of the things that LAW wrestlers did to each other backstage, she'd also looked into Alizeh's reputation before booking Brooke for a debut match against her. She couldn't be sure, but the Texan didn't seem the type to bring undue harm onto a debutante.

So she gave Alizeh her blessing. But it had been some time, and while she wasn't worried per se, Christina did want to at least check in. With that in mind, she collected Brooke's things from her locker and went to Alizeh's dressing room. When she knocked, she thought she heard something inside the room, but it wasn't long until the experienced greenette opened the door.

"Oh! Miss Midori. Good to see you again." She took Alizeh's hand and shook it with a polite smile. The veteran's stance was... confusingly contrived, but she couldn't put her finger on why her exaggerated lean seemed so weird.

"Eh? Indisposed?" She tilted her head, cocking a confused eyebrow at Alizeh's choice of words. Her gaze glided down from looking up at the wrestler to peering past her -- where, for a brief moment, Christina locked eyes with none other than Brooke herself! As soon as she did, her debuting client immediately went red in the face, all but ducking out of the way with a brief yelp of what she assumed was surprise.

Christina looked back up at Alizeh. Based on that brief glimpse, Brooke was obviously awake. She didn't seem under any sort of duress and, in fact, appeared to be rather surprise to see Christina. Brooke was sometimes a little flighty, but out of all the wrestlers on Team Stanza, she was the one that Christina had the best rapport with. It was likely, then, that she was displaying more embarrassment than shame or outrage. Which, given her state of dress, implied... "Ah." She nodded with understanding, looking back up at Alizeh.

"Are you two going to have sex?"

"EEEP!" Inside the room, Brooke yelped once more.

[Bare]

Alizeh tried her best. She really did. Personally it wasn't' a big deal to her since she was rather casual about this sort of thing but she knew just based off her match and like five minutes of real interaction with Brooke that the girl would be mortified to be caught about to do so. Especially by her manager of all people.

So Alizeh did her best to keep the door open as narrowly as possible and be as much in the way to try and block the view for Christina... But her best wasn't exactly perfect... or even quality. Cause despite her attempts at keeping Brooke hidden... Morgan must have caught a glimpse of the girl behind her cause she quickly called them out... and in the most direct, blunt way possible. 'Well shit.' Alizeh thought to herself looking like a deer caught in the headlights as she looked behind her at Brooke, then back to Morgan before sighing.

No point in trying to hide now. "Uh.. Yeah." Alizeh admitted and opened the door while leaning fully against the door frame not really trying to hide anymore as she reached out to take the bag from the good doctor. "Its uh.. the mutual kind thought slash I'm not bullying her into it or anything." Alizeh insured, feeling admittedly pretty awkward about the situation herself, more so cause it was like being caught by someone's mom in a way. Or at least givent he woman's very mature energy it did, but maybe?'

"Uh wanna join us?" Alizeh asked, half jokingly to the woman. She honestly didn't expect the woman to say yes and more so hoped the suddenness and outrageous nature of the offer would get a laugh or at least break the ice somewhat. Buttt on the other hand if Dr.Morgenstern actually agreed well... Alizeh definitely wouldn't complain.