First Day Blues (complete)

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Storm MacIntosh was, in many ways, lost. Philosophically speaking, her career had been dramatically upended in recent months; a screeching face-heel turn in which she lost a lot of goodwill, but gained some interesting new ways to hurt people. Her already-burning bridges back to her old life were further torched by an abrupt move to Japan, and a lucrative contract at LAW. She had an awful lot riding on somehow making a success of this move. But soul-searching aside, and, most importantly of all right now, she literally did not know where the fuck she was.

Well, she knew roughly where she was – but stalking the labyrinthine backstage halls of LAW was bewildering at best. Storm had never seen anything like it, and was simultaneously impressed and overwhelmed. She’d wrestled in small- and medium- time promotions that would tour constantly, taking up modest, temporary parts of their host arenas before moving on. LAW HQ, in contrast, was a permanent, sprawling presence, squatting firmly on its chunk of Tokyo and seemingly seeping ever outwards in its linked warrens of side arenas, gyms, accommodation, and other associated parts of this dizzyingly vast franchise.

She’d wanted to go to the gym, and check out the weights room. Her induction pack had been no help at all – a thick sheaf of papers for sure, but 99% of it was dense legalese saying she couldn’t complain if she got her ass kicked, but that she’d probably get free medical if she did. The complimentary map, which she was clutching now, was a sarcastically small strip of paper labelled largely in Japanese. It didn’t help that it was late evening, and the place was starting to dim and empty of people, but Storm was still on strange hours from her international flight, and really wanted a workout before even trying to sleep on her first day.

Eventually finding the gym, she’d changed into a dark blue lycra vest and pants, and headed for the machines. Even now, though, the layout was confusing, and there seemed to be a hundred different treadmills and nothing else. With a growing sense of dread in her stomach, Storm started to face up to the fact that she would need to do what every British person hates and fears the most.

She would have to – ugh – ask a stranger for directions.

Storm sighed, and cast her eyes around the sparsely-populated gym. She quickly picked out a platinum-haired babyface, who seemed eminently approachable. And big enough that she knew her way around the workout gear. Storm licked her lips nervously and, clinging to her map like a prop, made her way over to the woman and bit the bullet.

“Hi, I’m terribly sorry, do you speak English? It’s my first day, and I’m looking for the weights room? Or at least, anything that isn’t a treadmill?”

Hating that she felt like a cliché idiot newbie, the Scot forced an awkward smile as she waited on the kindness of strangers to help her out here.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy Winston had an itch that needed scratching. It came to her every few weeks, and there was no getting around it. This urge that built up, this insatiable desire. She could fight it, delay it, try to hold back on it, but the hunger always won out in the end. No way around it.

She needed to fuck somebody up.

Most people would frown on that sort of thing, but then, most people weren’t professional wrestlers, they didn’t have access to the kind of outlets for stress that she did. And Wendy did have a lot of stress, building up for a variety of reasons. First and foremost, management had been snubbing her on matches for the past month or so, refusing to give her anything to chew on. They wouldn’t say why, but she could guess it had something to do with her style in the ring, not liking the way she messed up their precious little starlets. After she’d wrecked Samantha Gang in her last match, they were probably giving her a wide berth until they could find someone who could actually hang with her in the ring, not the skinny little dumbasses that made up, like, 90% of the roster.

And then there was the incident with Nha and Sha, where the two Egyptians had wrecked her in this very gym. She still had some shivers thinking about that, remembering the way they’d smothered her, battered, and left her as a sweaty mess on the floor. She had every intention of getting those bitches back for that, but the two of them weren’t around all that much, so the opportunity hadn't come and she had no clue when it would. That left her wanting and waiting.

And then there was the whole thing with Neith, a wrestling match in a hotel room that hadn't gone quite the way she’d planned. It hadn't been for LAW, but they’d recorded it and sold clips, which were still circulating the internet. Hardly a day didn’t pass where she didn’t stumble on a pic of her face wedged into that annoying bitch’s cheeks. Wendy had sat on Neith’s face plenty in that match, but because she’d lost in the end, no one seemed to care all that much about that, and acted like she’d just gotten dominated the whole time by the talentless hack.

So many scores to settle and so little time.

So here Wendy Winston stood, in the middle of the gym, her favorite hunting ground, with a burning desire to ruin someone’s day. Get some skinny newbie into the sparring ring, work them over for half an hour, nothing like a little torture for stress relief. The only problem was that she’d come too late, when most of the wrestlers had left for the day. She needed to let off some steam. She needed a toy to play with. She needed…

She needed some new girl to come out of nowhere and ask for directions. The universe provided.

Wendy found herself looking over at a woman who was roughly about the same size as her - hell, if she dyed her hair white, the two could’ve passed for twins at a distance. Similar build, similar height, similar figure. She recognized that look on the woman’s face, too. It was the same one she’d had when she first came to LAW, not knowing her way around the place. The Japanese had a different way of doing just about everything, it seemed, and it was way too easy for a Westerner to get lost. Nothing was where you expected it to be, nothing was designed like you were used to, and even a map could only get you so far. You had to get used to the vibe of everything, and that didn't happen overnight.

Poor thing. So lost and confused. Somebody should give her a helping hand.

On reflex, Wendy brought her best smile, perked up and turned to the stranger with all the Southern Charm she could muster. ”Sure do, sugar! Not as good as some, but I get by.” She took a step back and bounced on her heel, letting her breasts wiggle through her blue sports bra. Never hurt to add in touch of sex appeal. ”Welcome to the madhouse. Wendy Winston, nice to meet you.” She extended her hand, looking for a good shake - not just for the friendly act, but she wanted to give her a decent squeeze and get an idea if she was as strong as she looked.

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Storm breathed a sigh of relief as the other woman flashed her a friendly smile with her reply. She seems nice!, Storm thought, pleased that she had trusted her instincts, and that she might be getting some help in feeling a little less lost.

“Ah, Storm, Storm MacIntosh,” she replied, gratefully accepting the proffered hand. Storm felt a firm squeeze and she instinctually responded in kind, gripping her palm firmly and holding it there for a good few seconds.

As she did so, her eyes could not help but flash downwards from that welcoming smile, to those large, firm, bouncing breasts of hers.

Mmm, lovely… maybe there’s another way of getting to sleep tonight… The animal corners of her mind purred with lust, but Storm quickly shook her head and ignored her libidinous id for now. Trying to get laid with literally the first English-speaker she met was not how Storm had intended to start this new chapter of her life.

Still, this Wendy woman did have a wonderful sparkle to her. Storm felt uncharacteristically self-conscious at her plain, plane-rumpled appearance in contrast.

“Nice, nice to meet you Wendy!” she beamed. “American yeah? Ach, I’m a Scot, I won’t get too pissy about someone abusing the King’s English,” Storm gave a sly grin as she lapsed into her native brogue a little.

“Madhouse? Sounds about right…” she nodded in agreement, and held up the useless scrap of paper that passed for the LAW backstage map. “I swear this is wrong on purpose just to fuck with the new girls…”

Storm looked Wendy over again. The white-haired woman didn’t seem to have broken much of a sweat, so she must not have started her workout yet. Slightly odd, night owl behaviour, but it gave Storm more confidence that she wasn’t imposing.

She pulled away from the firm handshake and used her fingertips to brush at her short brown hair. “Look, Wendy, I know this is cheeky, but if you have five minutes, could you give me a quick guide round this place? It was like a fourteen-hour flight earlier, so if you can stop me from getting lost down endless corridors again, you’d be saving me from a LOT of misery!”

Storm gave her a shy smile and chewed her lip a little in hopeful expectation.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy kept her face serene and sweet on the outside, but she couldn’t help but furrow her brow, just a tad, when her new ‘friend’ returned the handshake. There was some real strength in there. It was hard to be 100% sure, but she was willing to bet they were around the same level in terms of power. That was worrying - Wendy did her best work when she was handling smaller women she could throw around. There were exceptions, like what she’d done with Karen Starring - good times, that - but by and large, she had a preferred type.

But, then again, when was the next time a fish like this would stroll so damn close to her net? Sometimes, you just have to take the gifts that life gives you.

”Storm.” Wendy repeated the name with plenty of her Southern drawl for flavor, as she made sure to subtly jut her chest out. She hadn't missed where the woman’s eyes were going, and it was no surprise - just about everyone who joined up with LAW had one thing in mind, at the end of the day. If Storm wanted Wendy’s body, she was going to get it. Hell, she’d get more than she could handle.

She snickered and waved the map away, shaking her head with a rueful smile. ”Don’t pay that no attention, girl, it’s just for the tourists and part-timers, something to help them get around the place when they don’t come around that often. You want to get a good look of the place, you come with me.”

She brushed past Storm and made her way out of the locker room, making sure to give her hips some extra sway as she walked. She held the door open, letting her prey follow and make her way out, before taking the lead as they moved down the hall. ”Scotland, huh? Well, shitfire, you’re coming f the other side of the world.” And off a fourteen hour flight, too. Jetlag had to be a bitch. Good. ”What dragged you out to Japan? Nowhere solid to wrestle in your neck of the woods?”
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“Ach thank you SO much! I owe you one, believe me!” Storm gushed as she gratefully accepted the offer of tour guidance from the other woman.

Storm felt a pleasant tingle as Wendy moved past her and – intentionally? - brushed her hip against the back of Storm’s hand, before leading her our of the locker room. With Wendy a few steps ahead of her now, Storm couldn’t help but notice the waggle in the white-haired woman’s waist, drawing her eye to her pleasingly round rear. Oh yes, the physicality was intentional. Curves in all the right places, thought Storm, with a hint of lustful longing again. Few women matched up to Storm physically, but not only was Wendy a similar build, she seemed to know how to flaunt it. Naughty thoughts flickered through Storm’s mind, quickening her pulse.

“Oh, I do want a good look,” Storm said dryly, before catching herself, and peeling her eyes reluctantly up from Wendy’s rear, before her subconcious got too many ideas again. This encounter was very pleasant, and it was helping to clear her jetlag cobwebs, but it would hardly help her focus to ogle the other woman too openly. “I, uh, bet this place has some secrets!” she opined, as they began to move through the gym. She crumpled the little paper map firmly in her left fist, to show her agreement with Wendy in how useless it was.

“No one dragged me out to Japan,” Storm explained. Sure, there was her partner Lyssa who had pretty much done exactly that, but Storm didn’t feel like mentioning her now, for some reason. She was her own woman.

“This place is the premier league, as I’m sure you know. I kicked a fair amount of ass back home, so it was getting to be a case of big fish, small pond.” There was also the fact that the officials in the UK were taking a dim view of the post match punishments Storm was meting out, but again, the Scot was happy to omit that fact. “Whereas LAW is so… they’re really pushing boundaries here,” Storm hedged. “You want to fully test yourself, you’ve got to come here,” she added, truthfully.

“It’d be the same for you, right, Wendy? Gotta spread your wings beyond… the South, I take it? Sorry, I don’t know much about America, other than it’s your guys making the whiskey,” she smiled as she allowed herself to be led by her alluring new acquaintance.

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy was well aware when eyes were on her, and there was no mistaking that was the case with Storm, with the woman giving her a good eye-fucking as she passed. It couldn't be helped, her workout attire did wonders for her body. She took care to get into shape, but not too into shape - just enough for the muscle to shine through, but keeping enough fat to make her smooth in all the right places. Not only for the look, but because she needed to remain in tip-top smothering shape. Facesitting and breast smothering requried a good amount of flesh for it to really work, after all. Couldn't knock someone out with a skinny, flat ass.

Of course, the feeling was mutual. Storm was quite the looker, too, and it was almost a shame that Wendy was going to have get her rocks off wrecking the woman. Maybe they could have a little fun before they reached that point, though. Maybe…

She smacked her lips at the thought as she led Storm on, shoving her hands in her pockets as she strolled. ”Oh, it’s got secrets out the ass, believe me.” She did her best not to chuckle too much at the word choice. ”And yeah, this place is good for ‘pushing boundaries’.” She even whipped out the air quotes, before shoving her hands back in. ”You want to get a challenge, you’ll damn sure find one, here.”

She hopped and spun about to face Storm, walking backwards for a spell as they continued. ”Dirty South, yeah. Georgia, little podunk town you ain’t heard of, don’t worry ‘bout it.” She waved it off. Not like she was ever going back. ”Being honest? Spreading wings is nice, but I came for the girls, most of all. Buzzing like bees around honey, here.” She threw Storm a flirty wink before she turned back.

Wendy stopped as they came to a cross-section, a hallway that split several ways. ”Main offices are that way. Locker rooms and gyms’re back the way we came, no shit.” She thumbed back behind her. Parking lot and security’s round that way, and that…”

Wendy pointed a lazy finger towards a darkened hall, with a series of doors on both sides. ”Those are the rooms for private matches. Hentai stuff, you know.” She lowered her voice and summoned some bass, getting deep and husky. ”Real kinky stuff, could show you. Don’t think you’re about that life, though. Right?”

Laying it on a little thick? Maybe. But Storm didn't strike her as the type to play around.

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Storm started to stretch her arms behind her neck as they moved through the corridors, subconsciously limbering up for… well, at least some kind of physical activity. She held Wendy’s gaze as the white-haired woman walked backwards, and gave a cute little chuckle at her comment about coming here for the girls.

“And I take it you had no trouble finding them…” she mused.

Storm had been a little suspicious of why Wendy had been loitering here at such a late hour, but it was starting to make sense, which put her at ease. A picture was forming in her mind of the more lustful LAW wrestlers hanging back for late night hook ups. Maybe it was like the Olympic Village, which she’d heard was a hotbed of sex – cram enough young, athletic bodies into a small enough space, and things get pretty steamy pretty quickly.

And Christ, what a body, Storm’s id piped up. Tall, toned, tits, ass, and sparklingly pretty features… there was no one like Wendy back home, that was for sure. Since Storm herself was big and broad, her hookups had always been with more petite women; she didn’t exactly mind being the taller (or more butch) part of a pair, but matching up with someone bigger for once intrigued her no end.

Any doubts about the growing chemistry here were dispelled with Wendy’s direct and sultry offer to tour the private rooms.

“Heh, welll….” Storm smiled, glad she was a composed enough sort to not be actively drooling at this point, and could still think more or less clearly. “You’re right, I’m a wrestler first, not a porn star. No disrespect to those hentai girls, but I’ve never really gotten my head around it. Like… first to cum loses? So I’ve got to fight you and finger you at the same time? Maybe it’s because hentai’s not really a thing back home, but I’ve always thought you’re best keeping the fighting and the fun separate.” Storm held her palms out to demonstrate.

“Don’t get me wrong, they don’t have to be THAT separate,” she added, hoping she wasn’t coming across as too prudish for Wendy’s tastes. “Once you’ve got the win, maybe some of that fun kinky stuff can be on the table. I mean, I have done POW matches before.”

Storm silently chided herself for brining up POW matches in an attempt to impress this woman. Her record in those was far from stellar, so she hoped there would be no follow up questions on that front.

“But yeah, I’ll be doing most of my wrestling in a ring, not an oversized bedroom. But that’s not to say I won’t ever be using those private rooms back there,” she smiled, growing in confidence as she felt she had more of a handle on the situation now.

“How about you, Wendy? You go in for this hentai stuff? Or are you more like me, prefer to take people down the old-fashioned way?”

Storm was sporting a wolfish grin, now, and took a step towards Wendy to better hear her reply, hovering on the edge of her personal space.

[BlackAkuma]

While it wasn’t the way she intended to swing the conversation, it was good to know that she and Storm swung the same way. She was going to wreck her, either way, but having that attraction meant she could have fun in more creative ways at the same time, if she wanted to. Hell, a small part of her was tempted to abandon the plan and just try to get a legit hookup out of this - with the tones they were taking, she was certain she could talk this woman into a bed for the night. It had been a while since she’d had a good one-nighter…

…but nah, she needed to feed the beast, more than anything. Shame, but like they were talking about, it wasn’t exactly hard to find women around this place.

As eager as she was to get Storm into a private space, she took a moment to hang there as Storm laid out her opinions about hentai matches. She smiled, but it took real effort not to smile too much, especially when she brought up POW matches. Needless to say, but the idea of taking some woman back to her place to privately work her over greatly appealed to the Backstage Bully. Aside from the fun of it, there were quite a few women she would’ve loved to give the ‘honor’ to, enemies she’d made in her short time with the company - Ducky, Neith, Nha and/or Sha. Hell, she probably could’ve gotten away with dragging that annoying little bitch Samantha back to her place, no one would’ve stopped her, but that woman was honestly too annoying, 24 hours of her would’ve been a bit much.

She chewed her lip as Storm moved into the edge of her personal space, debating how much of the mask she should take out for this. They were flirting, but she didn’t want the woman to cotton on to where this was all going to end up.

”Well,” Wendy brought an idle hand to her hip and tipped her head ot the side, pretending to contemplate the question. ”I’m thinking we’re both on the same page, more or less. I like to keep it rowdy in the ring, you know? And I don’t spend all that time in the gym just to get better at fucking. Was already pretty good at that.”

A little on the nose? Sure. But they’d thrown subtlety out the window when they brought up hentai matches, so screw it. She took a step towards Storm, closing the distance. ”As for what kind of wrestler I am, well…” Wendy brought her arms up for a stretch, showing off her body in full as she did so. Just to make sure Storm saw everything on the table. ”Want me to tell you, or show you? They don’t lock these rooms up, you and me could have a little spar, if you’re game for it. Came here to work up a sweat, anyway, so it’s a twofer.” She tipped her head forward. ”And maybe after…”

She would let Storm finish that sentence in whatever way she wanted.

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Storm was rapt as Wendy laid out her philosophy, and let out an involuntary little cackle at her quip about gym time. The white-haired woman was a smooth talker, that was for sure.

I bet she says that to all the new girls, her inner voice cautioned. And you came here to exercise.

Storm was still weighing up how exactly to play this pleasant little encounter, as Wendy casually stretched, pushing out those delicious-looking breasts as she did so. The Scot’s eyes flickered down again, just enough of an eyeful to tip her mental calculus down a more carnal path.

Ah, screw it, she told herself. You don’t have to exercise… you came here for an endorphin hit, and this woman can deliver that in spades.

Storm subtly shifted her own stance, too, squaring her shoulders, smiling coyly, and hooking a thumb into the waist of her tight blue gym pants, as she listened to Wendy’s proposal that they have a little ‘open ended’ training session. She let the ‘after’ trail off, with an appreciative purr.

A spar and a shag? Fucking jackpot. This resolved any lingering doubts in Storm’s mind – she’d still be getting the workout her travel-weary body craved, whilst being provided with a good excuse to get up close and personal with this sensuous Southerner.

“Oh I’m game, if you think you can handle me,” Storm beamed, standing tall and meeting Wendy’s sparkling eyes. “Fair warning though, I’ve got fourteen hours of economy-class frustration to work through, so I might not be holding back. But you look like you can probably take it,” she grinned, playfully confident as she began the verbal jousting to set the mood.

In truth, Storm knew she might be a tad rusty, and she couldn’t just rely on her usual size advantage since she and Wendy were so evenly matched. Of course, an untested opponent like this beguiling white-haired woman was always reason to be cautious. But hell, either way, even if the match were over quickly, that just meant more time for the post match fun, which promised so much now. So, time to throw caution to the wind.

“Please, lead the way!” the Scotswoman purred, pulse quickening in anticipation of a highly enjoyable scrap.

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Wendy looked on as Storm was clearly doing some deliberating, weighing the pros and cons in her head. She kept her face cool, though there was the slight worry that this woman might cotton on. It wasn’t as if the stories of backstage ambushes were a LAW secret or anything, and if Storm had even the slightest knowledge of Wendy’s history, the alarm bells would no doubt be ringing right now. She supposed this was one of the few advantages that came with being a less popular wrestler - the stories about her were always drowned out by the bigger names, allowing her to be an unknown commodity in most people’s minds. Just the way she liked it.

But she agreed. Good. Wendy let her wicked smile come out all the way out now. ”Oh, I know I can handle you.” She winked and curled her finger towards her future plaything, leading on down the hallway. ”This way, sugar.”

Wendy was fairly familiar with these private wrestling rings, having taken a few of her victims here before, and she found the one she was looking for without any delay. She gave the door a quick knock, heard nothing but a hollow echo coming from inside - perfect, all to themselves. She opened the door, motioned for Storm to come inside, and flipped on the lights to reveal a wide open space with a ring in the middle and mats lining the floor. There were bondage toys strewn all about the walls of the room, and even one of those weird leather crosses with the straps, so it was obvious what kind of match this was meant for. But those were just for decoration as far she was concerned.

Best of all? Soundproof.

Wendy closed the door behind them and locked it with a soft click, then moved to get close to Storm. She wanted to get behind the woman before she kicked this off, but she didn’t want to be too obvious about things. She needed to keep this cordial, right up until the moment it wasn’t. ”So. Thoughts? Don’t mind all the toys, I just want you in the ring.” She moved close to Storm and reached over to slide her hand over the woman’s ass. Nothing too aggressive, just a light touch, teasing for so much more.