Over The Mountain

Suzumi couldn't have picked a better day for a hike with Blaise. It was very warm for April and she was able to get away with a pair of boots, khaki shorts that were a bit higher up than most, and a plain light-blue t-shirt. She shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked back at Blaise, right behind her on the path. If this was something Blaise liked, she would be all for having Mikoto and Chuang join them on another hike. As far as Suzumi was concerned the sooner the better! As cute as Suzumi thought she and Blaise were, her best friend was one half of possibly the most adorable, innocent coupling in all of AFW.

All around she could hear the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind, the distant sound of some animals moving about the forest, and the buzz of insects on occassion. She oddly enough didn't mind any of that even though she was what many considered a "girly girl." She loved the outdoors. Hell, if Friction pitched the idea of putting a wrestling ring in the middle of nowhere she would be all for it! However, she would lose every match because the scenery would distract her.

"Its like, so beautiful out here! As much as I like living in the city one day I wouldn't mind living somewhere more isolated ya know? It would be totally awesome having a nice house with no neighbors around sometimes. I could even out my tan by laying in the yard without clothes on huh Blaise?" She said jokingly as she gave him a big hug, walking side by side with him after and placing her arm around his toned waist. "Are ya having fun hun?"

Blaise is cool with nature. It's not his jam, but it means spending more time with Suzumi and getting to know her a bit better. After their first, well, explosive meeting, Blaise was very interested to get to know the girl herself more. What better way to do it than go out somewhere quiet, away from everyone else? They've got nothing more to do than walk, talk, and-

Blaise hooks an arm around the Wrestle Angel's waist to return the side-hug.

The teen's dressed conservatively today! Well, by the standards Suzumi's seen last, and what most Japanese people are used to, at least. He wears an olive-green tanktop one size too big with khaki shorts and, despite logic, his typical sneakers. There's a solid chance he hasn't done a lot of hiking in his day. But at least he has a trendy black backpack slung over his shoulders.

"You'd look good tanned or fair, m'dear," chirps a carefree Blaise. "But..." His head turns to her with a wry smile. "No nudie-tanning out in the open. Don't you know Google has satellites now?" He thinks. How else are they getting those crazy in-depth shots of the earth? Anyway, it wouldn't do for the whole world to be scoping out his girl like that!

"So...," Blaise says, glancing askance to Suzumi, "...you gonna watch me in the ring? Smart money says I've got a rough match coming up real soon. Like, next-show soon. It'd be cool to have my girl in the audience." He brushes his shoulder into hers deliberately, affectionately.

Did she not want to talk shop? He has no idea. But such is an occupational hazard of dating Blaise, it seems; his job is his life. And given what's been going on in the ring with him lately, it's even more prevalently on his mind.

"Well, maybe google's satellites are bored and need a nice little show to spice things up?" Suzumi said with a chuckle. The nice weather was really the icing on the cake for Suzumi. She wasn't a winter person at all. Bundling up was fine and dandy, but she never felt as comfortable as she did dressed as she was today.

"Blaise, I won't miss it for the world! I will escort you down to the ring for your next match if you like." Suzumi said as she looked up into his eyes. "I am sure you will do great, but maybe I can be that good luck charm that keeps you safe and I can totally yell out when ya screwed up something." Suzumi added a playful elbow to Blaise's ribs as she giggled softly. "If you just want me in the crowd thats cool too, but I absolutely will be in the front row. I know how this business can be and if someone tries to interfere they'll get way more than they bargained for."

Suzumi was also worried in part that Blaise would feel the need to show off for, and look good simply for Suzumi. While flattering, it meant he wasn't focused on his opponent. Suzumi knew that no matter who you faced the second you take them lightly or get distracted you are as good as defeated. Blaise probably knew that though, he seemed like a bright kid. "Whatever works for you will work for me Blaise. But... offhand what do you wear during your matches?"

"Nooo, that level of undress is for my eyes only! Too hot for Google!," Blaise protests playfully, his head tilting to nudge against hers. "Bikinis are good, though. You're covered just enough, and you look..." He pauses to lean his head back from her again, those bright blue eyes flitting over her form, "...unreasonably good. It ain't even fair to the other girls."

The teen suddenly dips low and weaves around behind her back, slipping his head under her right arm to change sides with her. Why? Because he simply has that much energy, and it might make Suzu-chan giggle. Naturally, his left arm loops her waist again, rolling his fingers along her ribs. "I'd love it if you walked with me down to the ring! That'd be so cool. Hahah!" He tilts into her again, playfully nudging against her. "It's still sort'a like a fantasy, being with ya. You, Suzumi Ishikawa, my girlfriend." The way he repeats her name now is with no less admiration and swoon than the first time. "Don't think I'll be getting over that any time soon..."

But she's posed him a question - an amusing one, at that. "Not been checking up on me, huh?," he teases, sparing a finger from the opposite hand to prod gently at her firmed belly. "S'okay. My best matches are still to come, anyway. Now, let's see..." His head tips back, gaze cast to the canopied sky as if his wrestling gear is a wistful memory in itself, "I wear trunks and boots, both blue. Like, deep, shiny blue. The boots have black trim, and the trunks kind'a have this.. black tribal pattern thing goin' on."

His head lowers then to shoot her a coy look. "Besides that? Everything's bare. Legs, chest, arms, abs," he lists. "Planning to dress to match~?"

Suzumi got a laugh of of Blaise as the energetic 19 year old bounced around. "I just want to make sure I look as good as you do. I could go for glam to compliment your handsome looks, I could also go for function just in case things go south and someone who isn't supposed to show up decides to show up." Suzumi said in a serious tone. "Like, I know how Tension can be. You deserve a nice, sexy dress and heels from a lady but that doesn't put me in a good position to act. I don't think I will be in my ring attire or anything but maybe jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt?"


Suzumi looked intently at Blaise making sure her idea for comfort and function didn't make her look like too much of a slob for his liking. Blaise mentioned wrestling and now it was all Suzumi had on her mind. "In your own words what is your style? What are some bad habits ya have for me to keep an eye out for to call out to ya?" Poor Suzumi didn't realize that her sudden and speedy line of questions might make the poor guys head spin but she wanted to keep him on track for success!

"Classy's good'n all, but... well, with the match I expect to have? If people catch wind that you're my girl, wearing something that might be functional could be the better way to go. At least for now."

He suddenly hops ahead of her and pivots around to get a good look at her. Fists prop to his hips, and he takes his time looking her over. The hike can wait a minute or two. "Mm, jeans, sneaks, and a tee would be all functional. But..." He reaches out, bumping his knuckles towards her midsection. "Show off the abs, at least. How's that? Cut-off shirt? Sportsbra? I'unno. I just like seeing ya."

He steps forward and leans in, aiming a quick little kiss for her lips while the hand remains against her stomach. "Feeling ya, too," he adds at a whisper.

The teen withdraws a step again, slipping aside to let their march along the mountain trail resume. "I've just got no idea about the rest. My style? Whatever works! If they're slow, I hit'em fast! If they're speedy, I wait for an opportunity!" Excellent in theory. Doesn't work so hot in practice. "And if I knew what I needed to work on, my trainer would have way less a headache with me!"

He makes no butts about it; his federation-appointed personal trainer is constantly at his wits' end with him, and he knows it. It's not that he doesn't try! He just isn't living up to the standard. ...Yet, Blaise would assert. Yet.

"But he's always fussin' about me not keeping the pressure on or something. Says I'm too soft, or... I don't have follow-through, or something."

Despite the turn in subject being potentially upsetting, it's not dampened Blaise's mood at all. His smile remains as bright as his gaze. He's getting to spend more time with Suzumi. It'd take something pretty drastic to drag him down, a force likely unknown to man. But then, Blaise is naturally an unrelenting force of positivity: a point of frustration for one or two opponents he's faced.

Suzumi kept her eyes on Blaise as he made his request for Suzumi. "Ok, I can do a cutoff shirt for ya on one condition: You promise it won't distract you." She said, with a devilish smile. "I need you focused in there, because the last thing I want to see is you get seriously hurt. You know there will always be time for the... extra fun we have afterwards to celebrate your performance." Suzumi couldn't help but mention that. Blaise was a couple years younger, but she found him incredibly attractive... almost irresistibly so.

Suzumi brought Blaise over to a large rock on the side of the trail and sat down, patting the rock next to her indicating that she wanted him to sit. "Blaise, how far do you want to go in Tension?" Suzumi asked as she rubbed her hand on his waist. "Gonna get some big, fancy gold belt there someday I bet right?" Suzumi wasn't sure what wrestling was to Blaise. A paycheck? His life's passion? A way to meet women like her?

For Suzumi it was her life. She loved stepping into the ring, giving it her all and feeding off the crowds energy to do more than she could have otherwise. If Blaise felt the same about it, that was something that they could certainly build off of... although their first day together was certainly not a bad building block either.

When the condition is given, Blaise winces. He puts on a show about wrestling with the notion, setting a hand to the back of his neck, eyes flitting aside, teeth worrying over his bottom lip. Finally, when he slants his gaze back to her, "It'll be tough, buuut.. I think I can manage."

Maybe. He has every expectation to steal glances at her throughout the match. He may even play up to her! He's never had a girl to impress ringside before! It'd be such a wasted opportunity to not indulge at least a little. Besides all that, he's very proud of what he has with Suzumi. She's an impressive girl, even if a little older than himself; she's beautiful, strong, and wild in the ring. Anyone would be lucky to have her. And if he has the chance to show her off or show off for her, he's so gonna take it.

He then takes a seat on the stone beside her, close enough to rest his hip alongside hers. He has no issues when it comes to personal space - never has. He's a tactile lover, showing affection and favor through physical contact. So Suzumi's got a lot of that to look forward to. Or be smothered by. Either way!

Her question gives him pause, and not for theatrics this time. He blinks at her, tilts his head slightly, then leans back on the stone to recline, his hands propping himself up behind his back. She gets to paw about his midsection as much as she pleases with no repercussion or reprimand - he even tenses his abdominals a little for her roaming hand.

"As far as I possibly can. I wanna do the best I can, and having a title would be awesome, but... I don't ever wanna stop enjoying what I do." He rolls his head to the side to cast his gaze over at Suzumi. "It's all I've ever wanted to do, since I was a kid. I got to finally do it back in America, then they fired me, and I wound up here. And y'know what?"

He moves a knee to nudge against her leg.

"Where I wrestle doesn't matter. The effect the audience has is still electrifying. I can fight as hard here as I ever did in the States. Wrestling is what I do, y'know? I can't imagine doing anything else."

Suzumi kept eye contact and nodded intently as Blaise spoke, holding onto his hand and giving it a squeeze. "I feel the same exact way. I remember my very first match..." Suzumi paused and began to chuckle for a moment before stopping herself, allowing her to continue. "I was auditioning for Wrestle Angels so it was my first REAL match I guess. I wore a black one piece swimsuit, black kneepads and black boots. The first time the crowd really cheered for me was sort of accidental."

At this point Suzumi's face was getting red with embarassment. "I was doing all right against a bigger but sorta fat chick. She was totally strong just because she weight like 175 lbs. I kept moving around her and whittling away at her but when she reached out for me at one point it tore my swimsuit right at the seat. It nearly ripped the bottom covering my butt clean off! They had to delay the match and their patchwork was actually a ton of duct tape."

Suzumi burst out laughing at this point, recalling the initial humiliation but happy to be able to look back and find nothing but amusement. "Once my swimsuit was 'fixed' I kept trying to chip away at this lady. I had tossed her, caught her in a few submission holds where she caught lucky rope breaks and I had her right where I wanted her, ready to flip her over with a hurricanrana. The crowd was going insane, but the big old lady managed to hold me and powerbomb me down. I didn't know what hit me and got pinned. Like, what I remember the most other than the rash I ended up having on my ass, is the crowd. They got behind me and loved me. When they get behind you its unlike anything else."

Blaise returns the gentle squeeze to her hand. "I know," he notes when she mentions she feels the same way. He could tell in the way she wrestled, in what he saw of her on t.v., read about her in the magazines, in reviews.

Though as she tells her story, he's all rapt attention. It's safe to assume he's seen most of her matches in Wrestle Angels. But this one? No, this is one he's not familiar with at all. And the wardrobe malfunction at first gets a horrified look. It's then followed with a laugh.

"Ohh, gawd, how awful!," he manages between bouts of laughter. With a sigh, he manages to wrangle the laughter back in, with a pair of shiny eyes affixing to her gaze. "Winning's more fun, I'm sure, but realtalk? You look good gettin' pinned." He winks one of those aforementioned eyes at her suggestively.

"But you're right. I've not had a whole lot of that, myself, until more recently. It all started when I decided to right a wrong. Never had the crowd backing me so much..." He cants his head at her. "Did you see the Nathan Weed match? Dude betrayed his friend - my friend - and I needed to do something about it."

He settles back again, propping himself on his hands. "And that seems to've gotten me mixed up with that Valkyrie bunch."