Paint me like one of your French girls!

It was a typical afternoon in Kyoto, and it was with the sun out and the coldness that usually came around in this time of the year was for the most part absent. There was a young man sitting outside at this time, with his trademark cherry red 1959 Chevorlet bel air parked near him. Dressed in his trademark blue leather trenchcoat, with a T-shirt displaying his wrestling team. As well as a pair of blue jeans and black boots.



John Carnaby had been able to say he had quite the year, because he had gotten one half of the Tension tag title belts. And to this day him and his boss Ryan had built up quite the streak of victories, with no small amount of controversy to say the least. Now though, Mr Carnaby had been given some time off to relax and recover.

He wasn't heading back home to England though, and John didn't feel like being trolled by Lucy. So today he decided to do what he loved other than wrestling, and that was painting. The initial reason the artist came to Japan was to attend a college for the arts, and wrestling was then to him a part time sort of thing. That all changed though, now art was the secondary thing. The irony hadn't been lost on the master of creation.

Since forming the UK Elite and winning the tag belts John had gotten quite the popularity boost in Kyoto, but he'd stated that for as long as the UK Elite were the tag champions he would not be producing any works for the art galleries that sought him. Here Mr Carnaby simply painted because it was something he enjoyed, he sat with a fold up chair and the canvas and easel in front of him. John hummed a song from Oasis as he used his artist's tools to replicate the view in front of him, this was a sense of relaxation that had for quite some time eluded Mr Carnaby.

While John was busy painting, another person would be walking around the area. She too is in the AFW but was thankful that she was given some time off to relax and recharge. She wore a pink dress with yellow on her shoulders, and white boots to compliment her attire and be better prepared for the cold. While making her quiet little stroll around Kyoto, she would notice the young man sitting with an easel and canvas in front of him. He must be a painter!

The girl would be intrigued as she quietly snuck up behind him so she wouldn't bother him in his work. She wanted a peek to see his work and his replication of his view looked astounding. So astounding that she couldn't help but ask, "Ooh! Qu'est-ce que vous peignez?"

John was wondering about the last time he'd just sat down and drawn something, since winning those tag belts all it had been was working out and training. To say that Mr Knight was a taskmaster was a bit of an understatement, which made the time off all the more worth it. Course there was going to be lots of trails down the line for Tension's tag champs, there had been some group that called them out. Sem or whatever they're name was, didn't matter. Just another obstacle to be dealt with if was come across.

The artist leaned forward in his seat, glancing from his canvas to get the scene again. Even if John looked at the location in front of him 12 times he'd still do it, the better to get as many details as possible to ensure the best creation. John was taking a bit by surprise by a woman's voice behind him, and he quickly leaned around to take a look. John thought it might be a fangirl seeking an autograph, since rising to being a champion Mr Carnaby had gotten quite the attention. Right down to having cosplayers in the audience.

It was a pretty attractive woman, the hair colour immediately caught John's eyes. Pretty fancy dressed too, it reminded the artist of that woman called Eliza in the Tension roster. A regal looking gal, who spoke in French to John. He knew a bit of it, Ryan spoke it fluently and passed words to John. Enough to understand what was just spoken, John got the overall of it. Still he knew Latin better than French, but still.......

The artist smirked and looked at the woman and responded with "Bonjour. Oui, je suis un artiste. Tu parles anglais?" John hoped this woman's English was good. Could really make things easier, this beautiful woman was giving John an idea.

The girl was quite impressed to see and hear this boy speak French to her. She would clap her hands quickly in joy as she jumped up and down and say, "Ooh-la-la! Un artiste! J'aime l'art!" However, she did know when to recompose herself, so she stopped and cleared her throat before adding, "Et oui, je fais. My name eez Aimee. Aimee de la Lune. And who might you be, monsieur?"

She offered a hand in greeting in hopes that this fine looking young man is a nice person.

John was a bit surprised by this woman's peppiness, but still it was a breath of fresh air. Complete with a sexy French accent too, again the woman spoke in her native language. But John was able to get the gist of it, seemed she had an appreciation for the arts. That caught the attention of Mr Carnaby right away, and John's smile grew as she cleared her throat before introducing herself.

Aimee de la Lune eh? John quickly put the name to memory, sounded long and fancy enough to warrant that sure. And Aimee was now inquiring as to who John was, he was a little surprised by this. But then again it was probably because he didn't have that tag belt around his waist, plus since that disaster of the previous match the UK Elite had been in they avoided the limelight for now.

John would take the offered hand of Aimee and kiss the front of it and then saying "The name's John Carnaby Ms Aimee, I'm an artist and wrestler. One half of the Tension tag champs at your service, has the day been fine thus far?" If there was one thing John was known for it was being a polite gentleman. He would turn his chair around to the left, the better to turn and face this woman.

When John kissed her hand, Aimee's cheeks would blush a bright pink as she was impressed by this young man. An artist, a wrestling tag team champ, and a gentleman all at the same time? That is definitely something you don't see everyday. She would giggle in delight as she said, "Oh, oui! Heeheehee! I always loved ze morning strolls to take een ze beauty of Kyoto. Almost as beautiful as Paris! I didn't expect zhough to see anozher wrestler from AFW out here."

Aimee then took a second glance at John's work and added, "And I couldn't help but notice how beautiful your art eez becoming. Can I have a closer look?"

John was liking this woman, perhaps it was because he hadn't kicked back and relaxed for a while. Holding a title meant you had a target painted on your back, and that meant you had to work just to make sure opponents could be deflected. Aimee was acting pretty well, adorable. And John was thankful that he hadn't lost his manners and nature while he threw himself into preparing for future matches, that blush on Aimee's cheeks was just delightful.

The French woman was most likely from Paris it seemed based on what she said, John kept his smile up as Aimee stated she didn't expect to see people around in this morning. To which Mr Carnaby replied with "Well Kyoto's got it's charm, it has more variety than the countryside of England."

Aimee went onto complement John on his work thus far, it was still not finished yet. But John loved it, Aimee wished to have a closer inspection at Mr Carnaby's work. John moved in his seat to allow this woman to get a better look, as she did so John had an idea.

"Say Ms Aimee, have you got some time? As long as I'm here I'd be honoured to make a portrait of you, free of charge." John said, he had encountered a cute French girl here with an interest in art. Perhaps she'd be willing to indulge the master of creation in this regard.

Aimee would nod to John as her way of saying thanks as she got a closer look at his painting. Such beautiful brush strokes and lighting, John could definitely make a living outside the wrestling ring. She can definitely see this kind of work at the Louvre back home. Then, Aimee was surprised to hear John offering to make a portrait of her. "Moi? Paint a picture of moi? Ooh! I would love zat, merci!" She would be overjoyed once again as she looked around to see where she can pose. "So, where should I go? How should I pose?"

John's smile turned into a grin as Aimee gushed about how she'd be happy to model for the master of creation, it had been some time since he drew a person in his works. Mr Knight acted as his art patron, in exchange John was the right hand man to him and Lucy. John had heard of Tension and joined to keep himself in shape and earn money while he was at college.

But there was also the reason that John had wished to paint beautiful women, that was another reason. That had died out as Mr Carnaby became more focused on wrestling, and his art had been strictly limited as his time was taken up with training. Now though....

"Okay I'll tell you what, let me just move my stuff around. Take a seat on the front of my car here...." John said as he stood up and shuffled his foldup chair so that it faced the car followed by his easel. The canvas was removed and placed gently in the back of his Chevrolet bel air.

"Right, so I'll paint you sitting on my car if that's okay. Before I start though, is there anything I can do to make you feel comfortable? A cushion to sit on perhaps?" John asked, one of the things he learned in art college was making sure the model was fine. He was starting to feel some of that youthful giddiness return, he was still young sure. But again it been a long while since he painted for the fun of it.

Aimee nodded to John as she followed him towards what he is intending for his artwork. The Chevrolet bel air was a classic and she liked how clean and sheep it was in spite of it being from the past. John was going to paint from the back of the car, so Aimee was guessing he was getting the view of how a girl sees the world in front of her.

She would sit on the front and thought of what else could be needed to make this more comfortable and easier for the boy to paint. She would say, "Well, maybe a cushion so I wouldn't fall off and I'd like to keep my coat on seence eet's steell chilly."