Two of a Kind

[BlackAkuma]

When people looked around the LAW gym, many would see a world brimming with potential. This was where the future stars of the brand trained; after all, men and women came to spend hours of their day honing their craft, testing their bodies, and putting into practice things that would help them excel in the ring. It was a place of dedication, of excellence, of craftsmanship. Where legends were born and bred.

Desdemona Belti, however, didn’t quite see it that way. Yes, she was all about potential, but her interests were a bit more sexual. Namely, she’d come to LAW gym today with a straightforward goal - looking for someone to spend the night with.

Dizzy wouldn’t say she’d been in a dry spell since she came to Japan - hell, if anything, she was doing markedly better than she’d expected. Meeting Alix Jacques, one of her porn heroes, was a stroke of luck, and she had some fun things going with a few women she’d come across. She had more than a few good nights, made some friends, added some numbers to her black book.

And then there was Alicia…

But she was always on the lookout for more; her sexual appetite never genuinely satiated, and that was why she found herself in the LAW gym today, lazily riding an exercise bike while she scanned the area for pickups.

A dark-skinned girl, blue hair. Dizzy’d seen her around a few times, some kind of rapper. She was cute, but on the annoying side. Pass.

A bigger girl, nice and thick, which Dizzy was all about. But Dizzy had heard some rumors about her, as this ‘Backstage Bully’, and she didn’t need that drama.

An Asian girl - Korean, maybe? Regal-looking, refined. Tall. Nice legs, too. But she had this stuck-up air about her, like she was too good for everyone around her. Dizzy didn’t mind women with pride, but she had no patience for bitches, and that one was oozing with bitch aura.

Dizzy finally settled on a girl about her age, running on a treadmill a few rows down. Cute, about her size and age. She preferred older, bigger women, true, but every once in a while it was nice to play around with someone close to her body type. This could be that sort of night.

Once she’d locked in, Dizzy waited until the woman was slowing down on the treadmill, looking ready to depart. She slipped off the bike and made her way over with a casual strut, not wanting to look to hurried, but putting enough shake into her walk to show off her body if her target looked her way. The black compression top, the red shorts that showed off her tight butt and toned thighs? Wearing this had been a deliberate choice. Thanks to all this training, Dizzy was finally developing an athletic body, and she would make the most of it.

With a towel slung over her arm, she slid alongside the treadmill and got close enough to make her presence known without invading personal space. The fine line between being friendly and being desperate. ”Hi. Hey.” She leaned forward with a little wave and let her accent flavor her words. ”I’m sorry to bother you, really, but, uh…do you have a minute?” She thumbed towards some nearby pads. ”I was going to do some situps and stuff, could use a partner if you’re not too busy.”

Put on the smile. Bat the eyelashes. A little pout, bee stung lips. Perky and precocious.

[Flamintree]

Shelby's legs were on fire.

Well, not literally, but they certainly felt like it. Good, she thought to herself. That meant that the new speed she'd been trying out was effective after all. Still, she figured that this would be a good place to call it for the day. No sense in overworking herself and risking injury. As she hit the stop button on the treadmill and the belt began to slow, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Now, movement in a gym was to be expected, but the person she'd noticed was heading towards her. She reached for the small towel draped over one of the treadmill's arms as she turned, wiping her forehead as she made eye contact with the stranger. Vaguely, she recognised the approaching girl from a poster she'd seen once, though she couldn't for the life of her put her finger on where.

Eh. If she didn't remember, it probably wasn't very important.

She wiped the sweat from her brow as the stranger began to speak, lifting an eyebrow to telegraph that she was listening. She nodded a little and slung the towel over her neck. It seemed like a pretty innocuous request, and it wasn't like she was doing anything important today anyhow.

It took only a moment for her to slip into her standard cutesy act. She laughed a little and rubbed the back of her head, a little flattered to have been picked out of everybody.

"Aw, lil' ol me?" She said, "Well, I'm not super busy anyway. Sure, I'll help you out."

By now the slowing belt had nearly come to a stop, so she allowed it to carry her near the edge before hopping off. She rose up to her full height and took in a deep breath to help slow her beating heart and pumping blood. In this pose, Desdemona would be able to catch a better look at her. A pink and white checkered sports bra with a blue line down the middle and a pair of light grey and blue shorts contrasted the black leggings that hugged her legs and left only her ankles shown before reaching her trainers. Droplets of sweat dotted her exposed stomach and forehead as the Little Dollie recovered from her exercise.

After a moment, she exhaled, her posture sagging a bit as she put a hand on her hip and grinned. Her head tilted, her twin braids hanging down like thick vines as she considered the hidden hedonist.

"It's nice to meetcha."" She greeted cheerily, "I'm Shelby."

As she spoke, she began to make her way towards the mats that Desdemona had gestured to. She made a face when she noticed that a few of them were still stained with the sweat of their previous users. She might be down to get down and dirty as naked as the day she was born, but that didn't mean that she wasn't fairly big on hygiene. Thankfully, it seemed like a few of the pads hadn't been dirtied since they'd last been cleaned. She picked one at random and strolled over to it. She got down on her knees and glanced over at the girl who had yet to introduce herself.

[BlackAkuma]

Shelby. Hello, Shelby.

Dizzy perked up when the woman spoke, recognizing the American accent. It had been a good long while since she’d been with someone from the States, far longer than most would think. She’d never been to the country, though she did want to go someday, so her only interaction with them had been with tourists, and fucking with tourists tended to be a shitshow, in her experience. Always in a hurry, treating her like she was some kind of attraction, rarely much fun

So this would be a new thing, and new things were always a bonus. It helped that Shelby was a pretty one, too. Tight body, one she could fully appreciate now that it wasn’t in motion, a soft face, and she liked those braids, quite tuggable.

”Desdemona,” She tapped her meager chest. ”But call me ‘Dizzy’.”

Dizzy smiled Shelby’s way, then skipped ahead to take a little detour, grabbing a spray bottle and a towel from one of the cleaning stations. She made her way over to the mat and dropped down to her knees to give them a quick cleaning, put the supplies back, then hurried back over to sit opposite of Shelby, rolling her shoulders to limber up as she went down. ”So, are you new? Don’t think I’ve seen you around before, pretty sure I’d have remembered.” Never hurt to start with a stealthy complement.

[Flamintree]

She huffed. What had been meant as a compliment proved a sombre reminder of her current lack of ambition. It didn't matter if the matches she did take brought in excellent profits from a small subset of very dedicated and very wealthy fans. It still stung a little to be who?'d like that by a total stranger.

"Geez, just tear my heart out already." She laughed with a wan smile, "I've already been in the League for over a year."

Fortunately, it didn't seem like something that she'd taken it to heart. That easy grin slid back onto her face without any need for comfort; it was like second nature at this point. It had better be, after how much she'd carefully practised it. It certainly helped that it didn't really seem like the stranger was trying to pick a fight. The Little Dollie had gotten pretty good at recognising those types over the years, and this girl wasn't setting off those alarms just yet.

"Dizzy, huh? That's a cute nickname."

She returned the compliment as she shuffled forward and pushed her hands down into Dizzy's ankles. After adjusting for a second, she glanced up to make eye contact and signal that she'd gotten a good enough grip that the other woman could probably get started with her reps.

[BlackAkuma]

Bah. Little miscalculation on her part. LAW had a huge roster, and while Dizzy considered herself an aficionado when it came to sexy wrestlers, she couldn't keep tabs on everybody and everything that was happening. Older, taller women tended to catch her eye, which was probably why Shelby had slipped through the cracks.

Lucky her, the girl seemed to roll with the punches, and didn’t take it too hard. Or, at least, she did a good job hiding it if she did. ”Scusa, scusa.” She held up her hands, apologetic, as she sat down on the mats. ”My bad. I try to keep up with the matches, but there’s soooooooo many, you know? Especially with the kind of matches I’m into.” She let that comment sit with a little smirk, some bait for Shelby to nibble on.

With her partner holding on, Dizzy began rolled her shoulders, crossed her fingers behind her head, and began to do situps, inhaling and exhaling as she rose in fell, but still able to get in some quick words. ”So,” Up, down. [color=#bfoo80]”Why Japan?”[/color] Up, down. ”You’re American, right? Plenty of leagues out there.”

[Flamintree]

"Seriously, it's all good." She laughed, "I'd have to have my head so far up my own ass if I expected to get recognised."

She raised an eyebrow at the implications of that last little bit. It would probably sting even more if it turned out that this girl watched the type of matches Shelby participated in, but now she was curious. Bah, might as well just come out and ask.

"Oh? What kind of matches would those be?"

The situp form was alright, if nothing special. She bit back some advice about how a bit of a shift in position might prove useful, because she did not want to come off as a pretentious gym bro. She had a public image to maintain, and that held even around her colleagues in the field.

"Eh, the kind of wrestling I do is a little more specialised than WWE." She shrugged. "Did standard wrestling in high school, but LAW's got some categories that I'm much better at. "

[BlackAkuma]

There was the question, a little earlier than Dizzy would’ve guessed. Bold, this one. Most people would’ve danced around it a bit, not wanting to make assumptions and come off rude, but Shelby got to the point with a minimum of BS. Promising.

First move on the Chessboard, then. She could’ve played coy with it, but she didn’t think they were at the point where that would come off as cute. Better to be direct, see what kind of reaction she got.

”Hentai.” She let it out quick, but didn’t blurt. A casual drop, the same kind of tone she would’ve used for someone asking her favorite color. Red, by the way. She only let out of the smallest of grins as she rose up, then fell back down again. Working up a little sweat now.

”’Specialized’, huh?” She had a little chortle at that. ”I’m guessing you’re here for the hentai, too, then?” Up, down. She had a few more good reps in her. ”Unless you mean hardcore.” Up, down. ”Doesn’t seem like you’re type.” Up, down, and a wink.

[Flamintree]

Okay, ow. That Dizzy apparently did watch the kind of matches she took part in made it sting even more that she didn't get any recognition. Maybe she did need to hire someone to help her out with marketing? Ah well, that was a problem for another time. In the meantime, she didn't let the blow to her ego show as she giggled.

"Hehe, anything for my fans." She winked. "After all, I wouldn't be where I am without them."

Eugh. Just saying that made her sick. The people that supported her endeavours were not people she'd ever want to be within a hundred feet of in real life. Still, she kept that to herself too. She had a public image to maintain, and if keeping her thoughts to herself was what it took to fund her comfortable lifestyle, she'd suck it up and deal with it.

"You're a fighter in those, too?"

To be honest, it didn't come as too big a surprise. She had recognised Dizzy from somewhere, after all. It did make sense that this girl would work in the same field as she did.

[BlackAkuma]

Heh. Wow. The ‘fans’.

Dizzy had some ‘fans’, even with her small time as a wrestler, and most of them were just into seeing a smaller woman getting beaten up by a larger woman. Which, fair enough, was a role she had no problem fulfilling, but even so, she didn’t care much about the opinions of people who used her as wank material. She hadn't gotten into wrestling to be popular. Hadn't ever crossed her mind.

”Yeah, I’m not a fan of fans.” Up…down. Just a couple more. ”I’m just here for the scenery.”

Dizzy gave Shelby a quick look over when she said that, a not-so-subtle hint before she had her last rep and flopped to the mat. She had a long exhale, then rolled over and slid back, giving her newfound acquaintance a good view of her backside in the process. ”If you call it fighting, sure. I can be a little rough when I need to be.” She thumbed to her spot on the mat. ”Want to switch off, take a turn yourself?”

[Flamintree]

Huh. Dizzy was a little too loose-lipped for her own good. The other girl was lucky that Shelby didn't have beef with her, because that kind of dirt could risk losing her a lot of paying fans. Regardless of the tan girl's true feelings, Shelby thought that it was probably best to keep info like that close to the chest.

The Little Dollie kept those thoughts to herself. She'd long since learned that she was better off keeping her nose out of matters that didn't involve her, and this definitely wasn't her business. That, and it wasn't really the kind of thing you discussed with strangers on your first meeting.

"To each her own." She shrugged.

That said, she wasn't dense. She didn't have much trouble picking up what her exercise buddy was putting down. Hmph. Well, Dizzy didn't look bad, and she hadn't had any plans today anyhow.

"You been enjoying the sights?" She giggled. "And sure. I could work on my core."