Ecstatic Exercise

Tsubame always thought that she had what it took to be one of the best in AFW. This wrestling thing shouldn't be that hard considering she excelled in martial arts and all, but her very first match made her reconsidered her opinion about herself. Sure, she won her debut quite spectacularly, but not before her opponent turned her into a moaning mess in front of the audience! The images were still flashing inside her mind every now and then, and she often found her cheeks felt warm from remembering them. There were plenty of factors that contributed to such embarrassing moments, of course, like that damned aphrodisiac coated ring, for instance. Her plan to present herself as a noble lady of some sort was blown away now. At least she won. She. Won. Tsubame felt it's necessary to remind herself from time to time that the result was the most important thing in the end.

Still, she'd like to avoid such a close call in the future, even if she had to double her training time. Even Tsubame realized that she got a little lucky that time, although the result stood. It was late in the afternoon as she was working on some weight machine, wearing a red sports bra, a black and red training shorts, a pair of gym shoes, and her cross-shaped hairpin in the middle of her head. Tsubame was so focused that she didn't really pay attention to her surroundings. The place was relatively empty at this hour, and if there were other people, they probably were about to finish soon.

"Hey champ, good work on the first match. Sloppy and a bit too catty, but a victory's a victory." The voice came from a tall black haired beauty with long raven black hair and a noble, powerful body. She had a younger woman's features but there was a certain adult quality to the clearly pumped nature of her body. It wasn't bumpy or bulky, but there was toughness beneath that lightl skin. She was dressed in a simple set of shorts and gym tops but she seemed to be showing off her abs as she lifted some dumbbells a last few times. She whispered something to another woman, taller and far more sultry.

Purple haired and in a far more casual bikini set with frilled red edges, Bertriz looked like she just got back from some beauty pageant but had been working at a nearby treadmill like a long distance runner. "Don't mind us, just chatting in a foreign language like schoolgirls." she called out, causing the other lady to chuckle.

She looked on at Yutaka, deciding to let the younger woman handle this. Placing down the dumbbells, the young and sweaty amaon moved over to the brunette with a smile, waving and trying not to come off as physically intimidating. Her smile was the sort of a rougher woman and it seemed at odds with her rather careful body language

"I didn't know the girls here were that catty. What's there to get so bitchy over good old natured tussling?"

The remark clearly didn't escape Tsubame's ears, and she couldn't help but to glance around to find out whoever made that comment. If that's supposed to be a compliment, then it surely didn't sound like one, to her ears, anyways. She stopped her work out as one of the girls approached her, giving a rather unimpressed look. How dare this stranger making fun of her hard fought debut!

"Excuse me?" she said in an exaggerated irritation, raising an eyebrow. "Catty? Bitchy? I'd like to see how you will fare in such condition."

While she might show a hint of animosity, Tsubame wasn't actually looking for a fight. If anything, she just defended her well earned victory over any silly criticism, like the one she just heard. Sure it wasn't her finest performance, but if anything, it was the other girl who started acting all catty and bitchy during their match. When provoked like that, even a normally noble lady like herself could get a little riled up.

"Woah, slow down there girl, not spitting on your victory." She spoke. Her voice did not sound as Japanese as her features. It was rough and tumble but competent, possessing only traces of some oddly stressed nouns. "Where me and Bertriz over there are from-" The older woman smiled warmly at her, tipping her head forward. "We tend to be a little more... mannered in the ring. Even when we're dry-humping one another into unconsciousness."

That would probably be somewhat difficult and paradoxical for the brunette to envision but it was such an everyday thing over in the old European league. Bertriz was starting to slow down but she did not enter the conversational space. Clearly, Yutaka needed some work. The other girls here probably weren't as open and upfront as she was. This would be a learning experience for her.

"I didn't catch your name with all the commotion but you don't wrestle like a newbie. Don't dress like one either." She humbled a little, stepping back and keeping her voice a bit lower than her usual commanding tone.

"Hmmph," Tsubame scoffed before she stood up. "Like I said before, you might want to try going up there, in a ring filled with aphrodisiac with a barbaric blonde bitch like that."

She glanced to the girl on the treadmill before returning her sight to the raven haired one in front of her. Tsubame couldn't help but to give the girl an inspecting look from tip to toe. Seemed like the girl was well toned, but Tsubame thought that her body was better, obviously. She gave another round of inspection just to make sure of it, and not because she noticed that the girl had quite a bountiful figure. Hers was better, alright.

"Name's Tsubame," she said. "I didn't know yours either. That's some manner you have there," chided the brunette while crossing her arms.

"Sounds like a Monday, hehe~" It was a weak joke and even Bertriz chucklings didn't make it any less awkward. Tsubame was sizing her up as if she was an artpiece to be graded. She narrowed her eyes a little at this; she could understand that but usually people had a little more subtlety. Wasn't that a bit rude on her part now?

At her chiding, she blushed and looked away, her smile turning to one of embarrassment. Bertriz was sighing and walking in but was cut off. "Kaneko. Yutaka Kaneko. I'm one of the people who jumped from the Aphrodite Prodcutions boat. A popular but smaller time European group."

"Unfortunately, she did not bring her manners with yer~" A musical voice accompanied the shimmying movements of Bertriz. It was barely a few feet yet in the seconds it took to reach her, she looked like she was ready to break into some flashy dance routine with her sharp angling and arrogantly confident strides. Even her rack seemed to move in time with an unheard beat. "Bertriz Nolasco, a pleasure to meet you Tsubame~"

She bowed and removed an imaginary hat as she did so, replete with spice and vigour. If Tsubame looked closer, the Portuguese's elbow would find her younger counterpart's side and she would bow as well.

"You performed well for one who does not often seem inclined towards such openly intimate acts."

Tsubame felt like she just scored with her remark as the raven haired girl blushed. After taking her jibes, that felt quite good. She noticed the girl on the treadmill joined them and guessed that she's here to help her friend. That wasn't the case as the two simply introduced themselves.

"Nice to meet you two," Tsubame nodded, although she kept her noble girl act.

The brunette glanced at Bertriz, giving a more subtle inspection than she did to Yutaka since she wasn't as "rude" as her companion. She had heard about this Aphrodite Production wrestlers coming into AFW, but never really thought that she'd meet them pretty quick.

"Of course I performed well," she said with a rather smug smirk. "It's should be natural for someone like me, even if I have to participate in such, uh... debauchery... What you saw in that match... that's just t-the aphrodisiac's effect!"

Her cheeks blushed slightly, but Tsubame maintained her cool act. It's not like she enjoyed doing all that indecent act in front of the public. Unfortunately that came in one package with her job. If she somehow looked like she's enjoying it too much during a match, that's was just her getting carried away a little. For her debut, at least, she could always blame it on the aphrodisiac...

"Or was it~? Tee hee." The woman had a laugh that spoke of years of experience teasing others and it's haughty and almost but not quite condescending tones with how she looked away at Yutaka said much. Swaying closer to her, she leaned against one of the exercise racks that had been in use earlier. "There is no need to distance yourselves from such acts; physical action lets us express who we truly are..."

"Although if the lame catfight talk could stop, that'd be nice." Huffed Yutaka. Aggressive as she was, she wasn't a big fan of the hysterical smack talk and name calling. "Making someone tap sounds way better than just mud-slinging... but I can't blame you. You new to this whole up close and sexual thing huh?"

The black haired woman was thinking of perhaps taking things to the ring, seeing how she fared without certain "hazards" in the way but it was up to her. Bertriz seemed to find her amiable; that was probaby a blue blood thing. She felt a little out of place being of blue collar stock and all.

"But I cannot force you to be more open with your more carnal leanings. Most are leaving now but the gym tends to stay open for those who come a little later. Would you like to practice Tsubame?" she asked, her voice flowing almost like a song.

"I-I'm not distancing myself," Tsubame looked away, blushing slightly. "My style is to win with elegance," her chin raised up a bit. "...but I guess sometimes the result is more important."

The catfight remark turned her cheeks redder, but it wasn't from pure embarrassment. Yutaka seemed like she 'd never have enough making fun of that rather unfortunate aspect of her win. Maybe the girl was just jealous. Tsubame half glared as she felt that Yutaka was probably just felt inferior compared to her that she needed to make it up with poking what little flaw she could find. It's not easy being a genius, or so Tsubame thought.

"Hmmph, who said that I'm new?" she looked sharply at the raven haired girl. "Just because I'm relatively new here doesn't mean I'm a complete newb!"

As if it's on cue, Bertriz suggested that they had a practice together. That lit some sparkles in Tsubame's eyes. Glancing at Yutaka with a rather hostile look, the brunette turned to the older woman and smiled.

"Why not?" she replied. "A training session isn't complete without a good spar, besides I can't show your friend that I'm not just a catfight specialist like she thinks..." she half hissed at Yutaka while saying the last half of her sentence.

"Oh then you have quite a distance to travel~" Bertriz gave a chuckle and placed a hand on her shoulder, tugging on her lightly. "As my friend has said - you must learn to act like a lady in the ring. And to wrestle as one, of course~"

Yutaka smirked at her reaction albeit without any malevolence or ill intent. Making her way to the ropes, she stepped on the middle one while pulling up on the top. She made an exaggerated bow as the two approached, deciding to play the part of the humble servant for kicks. She would give them both a slap on their buttocks if she could, Bertriz jiggling her's to tempt her for a second. The ring smelled rather clean today, as if it had been prepared for the entrance of ladies rather than mere brawlers.

Standing before Tsubame, Bertriz yawned as she stretched her arms upwards, her quite impressive rack seeming to rear up almost like an animal preparing to defend itself. Impressive musculature flexed from head to toe, brilling with power but carefully smoothed and streamlined like a predator adapted to aquatic pursuit. Her thighs alone looked like they'd scare lesser women into submission; fleshed out but there was hard power beneath that womanly softness hinted as she stretched out her legs.

"I do believe you did not have a true opportunity to show where your wrestling talents leaned, due to the usage of some chemicals. As such, let us see how you perform under optimal conditions." she began, drawing eyerolls from the more rough and tumble Yutaka. She'd gone to sit off in the corner, watching the two as she chewed on some crackers.

The Portuguese woman moved close, her movements purposefully slowed. She wasn't quite looking to guinely wrestle so much as to exchange stylistic approaches.