Where The Wisterias Bloom

(Continued from here.)

Hana smiled to herself, as she slipped into the empty locker room, raising her hands above her head and letting her arms stretch upwards. She was exhausted. She was damn tired, and she felt like she could collapse at any moment. Her debut match against Army Rodriguez was rough. It was long, it was tiring, and by the end of it she really didn't know if she could keep going or not.

But...she had won. She had came out on top in her big debut match, and that felt good. It felt damn good knowing that she could compete at a higher, more professional level then she was used to. Nothing against her friends and family back home, but she had always felt like a big fish in a small pond there, and was both relieved and excited to know she that could go toe-to-toe with someone in the AFW.

It felt good, but what was really going to feel good was her victory shower.

The tall, musclebound woman stepped through the empty locker room, towards her own locker, and began to strip down to nothing. She kicked off her boots, and slowly peeled off her sweaty wrestling outfit, stuffing it into a bag in the locker, then grabbing a pair of towels from inside. She turned away, shutting the locker behind her, and made her way towards the showers, stepping into one of them and turning the water on. Nice and hot, just the way she liked it.

Then, Hana closed her eyes, smiling as she let the burning, steamy liquid spill down over her bare, powerful body, the perfect way to end a great night.

It was rare for Carmen to be impressed. That wasn't some cocky boast, it wasn't meant to imply she was on another level or anything. It was simply a statement of fact. She'd traveled across the world and fought some of the best women her sport had to offer. She'd fought in the Olympics. She'd seen the pinnacle of human endurance and stamina, people who'd dedicated their lives to the sport, mind, body and soul. She'd been awed so many times that there wasn't much awe left in her.

But Hana Fujioka impressed her. That was the fact of it. Beating her brother wasn't the hardest thing in the world to do - Carmen had pulled it off herself a few times. But Hana didn't just win. She overpowered Army. She outlasted him. She beat him at his own game. That was something special and unique, something Carmen had never seen before or concieved of. A woman defeating Army with a modified powerbomb, of all things.

Who was Hana? Where'd she come from? This wasn't some woman they picked up off the street, this was someone with real talent and skill. Not to mention, her last name was still rolling around in Carmen's head. Fujioka. Fujioka. She remembered reading about someone with that name while she was training to join the AFW and mastering basic moves, but it wasn't clicking.

She could have looked it up on her phone and found out everything she wanted to know, but that would just direct her to some Wikipedia page with a short summary, if she even got that much. Hearing it straight from the source was better. So, after she'd patched Army up for the night and sent him home, Carmen made a little detour on her way out of the arena: the women's lockerroom.

Carmen had expected Hana to be finishing up when she got in, but the giantess sounded like she was in the middle of a shower. A much-needed one, too - that match had worked up a crazy sweat on both her and Army, and she swore she could smell them both around the locker room.

"Hey, Hana!" She called out and knocked on the door as she entered, annoucing her presence. Tension wasn't quite as rife with perverts as it used to be, but she still heard stories about guys sneaking in. It paid to be cautious. "It's me, again. Carmen Rodriguez. Mind if I come in?"

Hana was just finishing up as Carmen knocked on the locker room door. She stepped out of the shower, curious about the surprise visitor. She grabbed one of her towels, wrapping it tightly around her waist, then lifting up the other, briefly running it over her head and through her long hair before tossing it over her shoulders, around her neck, letting it down down and cover each of her ample breasts.

With a wary look on her face, she stepped into the locker area proper and looked towards the door, raising an eyebrow towards Carmen as she watched the woman enter.

"Well...this is a surprise," she grinned, taking a moment to let her eyes trace down the woman's body, then back up to her face. She lifted her arms up, folding them over her chest, and met Carmen's gaze, continuing on with a teasing tone in her voice. "To what do I owe this little visit? You're not mad that I beat up your brother, are you? You're not going to come after me for revenge, right?"

She was joking, of course, but in the AFW, you could never be too sure.

Carmen wasn't surprised to see Hana come out. Not exactly.

This was a locker room, after all. She'd spent about 5% of her life in a locker room, so the human body was hardly something she had some aversion to. They were both women, both wrestlers, and both AFW wrestlers, on top of it all. This was simply not the place to be if you had some problem with people seeing you natural.

No, what did surprise Carmen was Hana's body itself. She'd seen plenty of it during the match, but now that it was right in front of her and away from all the lighting, she could get a full view. Carmen was a tall girl. She was only, maybe, three or so inches shorter than this mountain of a woman. But the differences in body type were staggering. Carmen's body was sleek, muscular, toned. Built for moving and dodging and hitting and sliding. Hana's body rippled with power. Pure power. Muscles that were barely visibile on Carmen stood out on her, and it was hard to see an inch that wasn't sculpted.

Carmen had a deep appreciation for the female form and this was one of the finest she'd seen. But she fully realized how creepy it would be to tell her everything she was thinking, so she wisely kept it in as she stepped forward and let the door close behind her. She had a moment of gaping at Hana when she first appeared, but she hoped that had escaped notice.

"It's been a while since I stopped getting into fights with people who beat up my brother. Didn't have enough time to take on the whole neighborhood." Carmen waved it off and took another step in. "I was just hoping I could talk to you a little bit, one on one, no screaming fans."

She thumbed back towards the door. "If you don't mind me being here while you change, I mean. I could wait outside, no problem." Carmen made the offer and tried not to sound too much like she didn't want to do it. She did have to consider what Hana might and might not be comfortable with, though.

Hana smiled in amusement, noticing the look in Carmen's eyes as the woman was so obviously checking her out. She didn't mind though, not at all. She was used to having people stare at her, so having one more person watching in amazement at her body didn't bother her in the least.

She waved a hand dismissively at Carmen, shaking her head towards her. "Nah. You can stay in here. I don't mind. I've got nothing to hide." She gave Carmen another smile, and turned back towards the lockers, striding towards them and opening her own back up, starting to rifle through it. "I just hope you don't mind watching me change."

She pulled a few pieces of clothing out of the locker and set them on a nearby bench, turning back towards Carmen. "So. You wanted to talk? What about?"

Carmey was almost never the type to burst out laughing, but Hana's last comment was enough to earn her a short laugh. It died down into a snicker as she took a few steps forward. "It's a hardship, but somehow, I'll endure."

She took a seat on the end of the bench and crossed her legs on top of it, sitting indian style and getting comfortable. She didn't want to get too much into Hana's space - she seemed like a woman who needed a fair bit of it.

"About you, really." She put her hands to her knees and leaned forward. "Your name is a little familiar, haven't been able to place where from. If I hadn't seen you in action, I wouldn't give it much thought, but, well, you're skilled. Way more than any fresh wrestler I've met. So I'm thinking there's some history, there. Am I right?"

Hana flashed her grin towards Carmen, then turned to her pile of clothes, reaching down to pick up a pair of panties. Nothing fancy, nothing extravagant, just a simple, white pair of underwear. She then reached for her towel and unhooked it from itself, letting it fall to the floor, before bending down, starting to speak as she stepped into her panties, starting to slide them upwards, over her thick legs.

"You're not wrong. I'm hardly some fresh-faced new girl." She tugged her underwear up, then straightened her body back up, turning back to her pile of clothes as she continued. "I've been wrestling for almost ten years now. Nowhere like the AFW though. Just a minor league, way down south. You probably haven't even heard of us."

She grabbed her blue jeans from her pile of clothes, and bent back over, quickly stepping into them and pulling them up as well, letting out a tiny grunt as she pulled them into place and zipped them up. "Then again, maybe you saw my name in an interview? I've had a couple of them before. Had a few magazines saying I was a rookie to keep an eye on a few years ago." She looked back to Carmen and grinned wider, seeming proud with herself for that fact.

For a moment Carmen was disappointed in Hana's choice of underwear. Simple, white panties. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, not exactly, but her mind was leaning towards something a little more stylish. Then she remembered that the black underwear she was wearing herself were hardly any better, she realized how silly her thought was, and quietly dismissed it.

Carmen certainly enjoyed the look of Hana's iron body, but she tried to keep her face casual and not stare too much. That way, they were looking each other in the eye when the giantess turned around with her surprisingly soft smile. That way, it wasn't obvious how much Carmen appreciated those simple, white panties accentuated a body that was anything but.

"That actually probably is the case, yeah." She rocked back and forth, starting to get antsy. Something about the smell of a locker room always made her blood pump harder. "Did a lot of studying a year ago, back when I first started. Boxing to wrestling, pretty big step, so I read up on the business as much as I could. Except for the sex wrestling mags, avoided those."

Carmen idly wondered how hard it was for Hana to even find clothes for a body like that, especially in a country where the average woman was half her size. "Ten  years, though - long time. No wonder you stomped Army."

Hana pulled off the towel that was around her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with the first, revealing her entire bare, muscular upper body, every inch of her seeming powerful and well-built, but then she made a disgusted face at Carmen, as she reached back for her clothes. She grabbed a sports bra, then started to wiggle into it as she spoke. "The sex wrestling is disgusting. If anyone tries to get me into something like that, then they've got a hard lesson coming for them." Her body naturally tensed up as she spoke, her muscles flexing for a moment before the woman relaxed. She grabbed her last bit of clothing off of the bench and lifted her arms up, starting to pull it down, onto her body as she spoke.

"Well, ten years, roughly. Between my early training and the time I spent in AFW's development getting ready for an actual debut, I'd say it's closer to eight or so." She pulled her shirt down, tugging on it. It was a white, tight-fitting shirt with three words and a simple logo on the front, reading 'OKINAWA ELITE WRESTLING'.

"So you guys have only been in wrestling for a year? How long were the two of you boxing?"

Carmen was a little worried when she saw that look of utter disdain on Hana's face, but the worry faded when she realized what the source of the animosity really was. She couldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy watching them from time to time and even tried one or two in private, but from a professional level she had the same reaction as Hana. The ring was sacred ground, not to be defiled.

"I don't think you have to worry about anyone trying to get you into a hetai match." She winced hard a second after the words left her lips and she realized how rude they could come off. "Sorry, that was stupid to say. What I mean is, they don't try and hit up woman like you. Or me, for that matter. They go to the smaller girls, like Aoi or Emi Keyes or someone. We're not 'sexy' enough." She even broke out the air quotes, for extra sarcasm. "So you won't have to teach that lesson."

Carmen finally stood up and moved to the side, throwing a few light punches into a nearby locker, just little taps. The match left her high strung, and there was  energy to spare. "We trained since we were kids. Family tradition." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "For men, anyway. Had to bug my Dad for a year before he started training me."