Settling In

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi offered the Amazon a polite smile and bow of her head as she swept past her in the hallway. The self-styled Motherweight had just emerged from the showers. Her wrestling attire was in a duffle bag hanging over her shoulders, leaving her looking less bombastic than usual.

Jeans that hugged her supple hips were tucked into brown riding boots. A green t-shirt clung to her upper body due to not fully drying herself off in the locker room. And over that was a black leather jacket. Her normally perfectly pomped brown hair was wet and gave the lewd wrestler a very mommy next-door appeal.

In a few moments, she would cross paths with the two who had just had Alaina locked in conversation. Exhausted from her training, she initially paid neither of them any attention.

[BlackAkuma]

It had been a long, exhausting day, and Angela, precisely, three priorities on her mind right now - get home, take a bath, and sleep. Oh, that was just the cliff notes’ version, there would be some variation in there - she had an inkling for a hot, bubble bath, maybe some jazz music while she slept, and she might make an attempt at fixing a lasagna - but those were the broad strokes, and she seemed well on her way to accomplishing those goals.

Until, she spotted Mina.

There was a long list of women that Angela wanted to meet in LAW, and a long list of women she didn’t care for. But there was, also, a short list of women she wanted to avoid at all costs, and right at the top of that list was one Mina Takemi. She knew that the day when they crossed paths would come, sooner or later, but she had been holding out hope for later, and preferably not when her daughter was around.

But this wasn’t hopeless. Mina was minding her own business and didn’t seem to notice her yet. There was still a good chance that she could walk away unnoticed and put this off for a later day. She and Desdemona would just slip out without a word. It wasn’t often a woman of her size pulled this off.

She put her gym bag high up on her shoulder, started to move in the opposite direction, and-

”Oh, snap, it’s Mina Takemi!”

Angela’s face turned a bright shade of crimson as her daughter took off towards Mina like a magnet, moving before she could be stopped. She went running up to the motherweight with wide, starry eyes, as Angela walked after her, grumbling every step of the way.

”Holy crap, you’re really her!” Dizzy ran up to Mina, hopping up and down, giddier than Angela had seen her since she hit her teens. ”I’m Dizzy! I mean, I’m Desdemona, you can call me Dizzy, my friends call me Dizzy. Not that we’re friends, you know, but I mean, we could be, because I’m new here and we might, like, cross paths or something, but yeah, I’m a big fan, big fan. Not actually big, since, obviously, I’m short, but I’ve seen so many of your matches and, and, and-“

Angela sighed and put a hand on her daughter’s shoulders, stopping her before the poor thing had a heart attack. ”Easy, easy.” She didn’t make eye contact with Mina yet, holding out hope that the woman might not recognize her. It had been a while…

[SuckerPunch]

She had returned to wrestling to pursue fame and prestige. The secure dream she'd lost when she'd been injured so many years ago. And so the sound of a fan calling her name was unmistakable!

Her emerald eyes snapped immediately in the direction of Dizzy. Her tired looks transitioned into a confident, provocative smirk. It was important to keep up appearances, but the sight of the giddy young fan made it especially easy.

She was cute. Small and packed full of youthful energy. The eager young thing was an impossible temptation for the Motherweight and she couldn't help but find herself drawn into her manic celebration. A hand extended in both greeting and acceptance of the girl's rabid search for acknowledgement. A handshake would do for now.

"Dizzy? Indeed." She mused as her smile quirked just a bit. What an appropriate name. "My friends call me Mina. It's nice to meet you Dizzy." She put an emphasis on the informal way she said the girl's name. As if they were friends already. And perhaps even a bit more.

"A big fan huh? And you've..." She paused. "Seen." She stated the word alone, teasing Dizzy with the implications of how improper her bouts tended to be. "Some of my matches have you?" She couldn't hide the gentle blush of arousal that suddenly appeared on her cheeks as lewd possibilities filled her mind. "And you had hoped to cross paths did you? How forward." She gave the girl another smile, though this one was just as loaded as her words. Seductive. Approving. Inviting.

Her eyes drifted to Dizzy's companion. An older woman who was similar in appearance. And something about the presence of another older woman stirred up her competitive spirit. "Does your mother know what sort of things you're watching?" She teased the less energetic of the two. She offered her the same smile as Dizzy. Half of which was a challenge. The other half was inspired by the lewd possibility of a forbidden threesome.

But then when their eyes met, that smile faltered almost immediately. "Angela?" She paused as her mind began to work on something other than fantasies of Dizzy watching her lewdest bouts alone in her room. Dizzy fell away entirely for the moment. Could it be?

[BlackAkuma]

Nope. No. No. No. Mai. Not happening. No way, no how, no, dio, no.

Angela looked on as Mina responded to her daughter, and she could already see the fire lighting up in the woman’s eyes. It had been a long, long time, but even she still remembered how overwhelming this woman could be when she set her sights on you, the way she could wrap you around her finger with a few honeyed words. She was older now, by decades, and though she looked good for her age, Angela could see the small differences - the wrinkles were starting to set in, the proportions were different, the little imperfections in the skin.

But so much hadn't changed. The look in her eyes, the tone of her voice, the heat that came off her body in waves…

It was a spell, and Dizzy was already falling under her sway.

”Oh, wow, you’re actually talking to me, geez.” Her daughter bounced on her heels, too blinded by the stars to notice the scowl growing behind her. ”Uuuuuuuh, I mean, I only catch the stuff that makes it on Youtube clips. You know, work safe. I really admire your style and your…form. Yes.” She waved it off with a half-hearted laugh, hoping she could make a graceful touchdown off that.

Angela, for her part, didn’t know exactly what sort of matches Mina was doing in LAW. She knew that Dizzy had some questionable tastes, but she’d hoped to ween her off that in Japan and keep her steered towards the more wholesome side of wrestling.

And here was all the filth, front and center.

Dizzy’s ears perked up when Mina finally clued in and noticed who she was, perking up at her mother’s name. She looked between them, confused, then stepped back as Angela slid between them. ”Mina.” She folded her arms and gave the woman a solemn nod. ”You look well.”

[SuckerPunch]

"Work safe. Of course." She smiled. "That's only proper a fine young lady such as yourself." She let her go. Catch and release.

"Everything I do, I do for the fans, so that makes me happy to hear that. Perhaps sometime I can show you some of my... Form." The release had been out of the frying pan and into the fire. She watched Dizzy's eyes after her knowing tease. She didn't have anything to find in them. Dizzy's lie was as unsubtle as a brick to the head. But she wanted Dizzy to see what was in her own glance. To be face to face with a woman like Mina, and to have no choice but to imagine the very real possibility of herself ending up in some of her favorites... Clips.

But then there was Angela. And if she hadn't known before, then she was certain now. This girl was her family. It was clear by the way she stepped in front of her. Perhaps an extremely young sister. Or a niece that she was taking out to the show. But more likely... Her daughter. It made her take a second look at Dizzy. But it made her no less hungry.

Her attention returned to Angela when she was addressed. "Thank you. It's been a long time, hasn't it? You look well too." She gestured across the woman's frame. "I don't recall ever seeing you without your leotard on." She paused and smirked. That wasn't -quite right-. "In street clothes." She added by way of correction.

[BlackAkuma]

At her mother’s words, Dizzy finally had a good reasons to stop looking as at Mina and instead share her inquisitive gaze between them, darting back and forth. She knew her mother had traveled the world, wrestled on every continent except Antarctica, but she’d never dreamed that would make her cross paths with Mina Takemi of all people. ”Holy crap, Mom. You two knew each other?” She hopped with a quick giggle. ”Wow, you really got around!”

Externally, Angela kept a calm, placid face.

Internally, she was screaming her lungs out.

”Yes. Yes, I did.” Angela put on a face that was somehow a grimace and a smile at the same time, as Mina spoke and dropped her little hints. The woman was about as subtle as a hammer to the face, but Dizzy was too starstruck to notice.

But Angela picked up on it. Just like she picked up on that ravenous look in Mina’s eyes. It had been a while, but not so long that she forgot that hungry gaze.

”Dizzy,” She spoke up and folded her arms up as she looked down on Mina, in both senses of the phrase. ”I’m a little wiped out from the match, I need you to drive.” She tossed the keys into her daughter’s waiting hands. ”Bring the van around, I’ll meet you out front.”

Dizzy put on her best pout and looked back at Mina, but a quick glare from Angela killed the argument before it began. ”I’m going, I’m going. I’m going.” She sulked off, muttering every step of the way. ”Wouldn’t want to meet one of my co-workers, dio ce ne guardi...”

Angela waited until Dizzy had turned a corner, then leaned to the side, just enough for her to see around it - her daughter liked to pull this little trick, where she would pretend to leave, then hide just out of sight. Once she was sure that she’d really left, she turned back to Mina.

”I’m glad to see you in good health, Mina. Really.” She did mean that, and her tone reflected it. Too many of their colleagues were either retired due to injuries or gone entirely. The road could be a rough life. She took on some edge for her next few words, though. ”But do not look at my daughter like that.”

[SuckerPunch]

Knew each other. That was one way to put it. Angela's off-balanced demeanor helped to keep a smile on Mina's face. It seemed that she had not allowed her daughter any incite into her way of life. She paused to consider if that might have been the proper course of action to have taken with her own daughter. Perhaps then Yumi, her daughter, might not have ever entered the ring herself...

"It was nice to meet you Dizzy. I'm sure we'll see more of each other." She gave the young girl a wink as she looked -right- past Angela. Another chiding jab. All in good fun. At least for Mina.

When Dizzy was gone, Angela and Mina were left to chat on their own. It was surreal... Perhaps that was why she had leaned so heavily on Dizzy. And why she had chosen to tease Angela. It had allowed her to engage without addressing the elephant in the room. But now, it was just her and the elephant.

"It was a long road back. I didn't think I'd ever be back in the ring again." She admitted. "I'm glad to see that you've still got it. And you're wrestling here now too, hm? Fancy that." She licked her lips as she looked the woman over, much the same as she'd looked at her daughter. She wasn't seeing Angela now, however... But recalling Angela from back then. It made her feel young again.

"Don't be so testy. She just reminded me of you, and the fun we had when we were younger You remember that, don't you? The fun we'd had." Her lips curled a bit more devilishly. "I'm sure you do."

[BlackAkuma]

Years ago, decades, Angela was in a bed, sweating so much she was sure that cramps were coming. She couldn't recall exactly where this was, but she remembered so much else about the scene - the smells, the sounds of faint on the windows, the steady thumping of her heart, the damp sheets sticking to her skin. She was cold now, but the room was regular temperature. She was just coming down from a high, with her body returning to normal after a raw heat. Shivers went down her spine, hairs were standing up, her heaving breaths echoed throughout the room.

And there, on top of her, straddling her was Mina. Naked. With a smile so similar to the one she had now that you could’ve cut and pasted it without anyone knowing the difference.

Yes. She remembered.

”I do.” There was no point in denying. Mina was a particularly perceptive woman, from what she recalled. ”And I’m here, yes - to wrestle. I’m not sure everyone in this company can say the same.”

Angela pulled the straps of her gym bag higher up on her shoulder and leaned against the wall for support, settling in. A part of her wanted to just leave, but she had to confess, there were questions she wanted to ask. Things that bothered her. ”I’m mostly here to help my daughter get off to a good start - show her what real wrestling is about. Not the hentai stuff.”

She looked the woman over with an appraising eye. She definitely had the body for it, there was no question there, but… ”You really don’t think you’re too old for…all that?”

[SuckerPunch]

"All that?" She smirked. "You mean 'The Hentai Stuff'?" She mimicked the other woman's words mockingly. "No." She finished plainly.

Angela and she had a history. But the two had always been of two different minds on the matter. She had been confident that she could change her mind back then. She could make her sweat, writhe, and scream. But she could never convince her that the ring was as appropriate an environment for such a thing as the bedroom.

Mina watched as the other mother braced herself against the wall... She was committed to the conversation. The thought pierced Mina, making her feel guilty for being so defensive. But Angela had always judged her for her... Indulgences. Or at least Mina felt as though she had.

The Ring Therapist's posture softened and her shoulders dropped. She let out a sigh that doubled as a surrender. She was dropping the pretenses, at least for the moment.

"We've always disagreed about this. But you should recognize that this -is- real wrestling. And you should expect that your daughter is likely to engage in it as well. If you really want to protect her, then you should prepare her." She offered a hand palm up to show that she was unarmed. "You should prepare yourself as well." She added.

Her shoulders tensed back up at Angela's next question. It struck her like a slap in the face. She sucked her teeth and drew in a deep inhale. She allowed for a pregnant pause. A moment to allow her wounded pride to cool, and then answered.

"Too old? Perhaps you should ask my fans." There was only a -slight- edge of defensiveness by the time the words left her mouth. But she noticed it and realigned. "I'm able-bodied and passionate. This was a dream I thought I'd never get to live. And now I'm here. I'll sooner die in the middle of the ring, on my back and with my legs spread, than quit." The volatility in her voice had fled completely, replaced instead by a strange pride.

"Besides. Someone has to teach these young women how to use their bodies. Like I did for you." She gave the woman a wink. It wasn't a jab this time. Rather, it was an open acknowledgment of the feelings they'd once shared for each other. If only for a night, they had been one.

[BlackAkuma]

Hm. Perhaps the ‘too old’ thing was a tad over the line, though it didn’t seem like it raised Mina’s hackles too much. She was certain the other woman had received some of the same flack she had these days - talk of her stepping aside, that she should leave the ring and let the younger generation have the spotlight, that she should stick to teaching and passing on her knowledge. She couldn't wholly fault such comments - after all, there had been a time when they would come from her own lips. But now that she was still here and able, she knew her place was in the ring. If she could stand, she could fight, and she would keep doing that for as long as her body held.

Mina deserved the same chance. She was a great wrestler, in their day, fit, capable and skilled. She only wished those talents were put to better use.

Angela sighed and closed her eyes, doing her best to keep her cool through the woman’s words. Even now, years removed, she recalled that sultry tone. Mina was a woman who could drive you wild with the right words, if you gave her half a chance, and itw as all too easy to fall under that spell if you weren’t careful.

”Prepare her?” She pushed away from the wall and stood at Mina’s front, casting her towering shadow over the woman. It wasn’t meant to intimidate, but the unfortunate side effect of being over six feet tall was that you often came off that way even when you didn’t wish to. ”Prepare her for what? There are good, honest women on this roster, but this hentai craze is infecting everything. The lightweight champion does things that would get her arrested outside of the ring, women being molested in the middle of their matches, and don’t even get me started on that POW insanity. How can a mother prepare her child for that?”

She ran a hand through her long hair, suddenly wishing she had a pack of cigarettes on her person. A good drag would work wonders, right about now. ”I’m glad that you’ve found happiness, really. But this lewdness, this…” She shook her head, failing to find the right words. ”It can’t be the future of this business. More and more, I’m seeing wrestlers who don’t even know how to do the simplest moves. They’re just here for the sex. Is that our legacy? Is this what I went through all those tables for?”