Talk Shit, Get Hit

One of the best and worst things about AFW, at least in Bomber Kishima’s mind, was the fact that Wrestle Angels was not about to be forgotten anytime soon. Kishima appreciated the fact that all the hard work the wrestlers there had put in was still recognized to this day. But she’d come to AFW in the first place for a fresh start, not just to continue an extension of her Wrestle Angels career, so there were also times when she just wished people would forget about all that. But today damn sure wasn’t going to be that day.

Today AFW was holding a special, Wrestle Angels themed meet & greet and autograph section outside the Friction arena. Kishima was one of the two former Angels chosen for it, and the other was none other than The Tsunami herself, Suzumi Ishikawa, who she hadn’t seen or spoken to since the Angels had disbanded. Kishima had stepped in the ring with her a few times and had been on good terms with her though, so she assumed that would be enough reason for everything to go smoothly between them.

Standing near the table set up for them, Kishima was dressed in an orange tack suit jacket and pants, along with a a black t-shirt featuring a picture of Kishima flexing her right arm with the words “World’s Greatest Lariat” in orange text right above. It was just a few minutes before this show was supposed to get going, but Suzumi still hadn’t arrived. “Hope she didn’t forget or something...” Kishima said to herself while pulling back her sleeve to check her watch just to make sure she had the right time. A large line had formed just around the corner, and any moment now she was going to have to get out there, though she hoped Suzumi would make it in time to join her.

A scurrying click-clack of heels could be heard as Suzumi quickly made her way down the hallway. Dressed in black heels, a black mini-skirt and a tight purple, low cut shirt Suzumi was dressed to impress. At least, it would sure catch the attention of male fans without a problem, maybe even a few female ones too!

"Bomber baby, like how are ya!?" Suzumi said excitedly as she approached. She only wrestled against Bomber sparingly in Wrestle Angels... Suzumi being a mid-card champion while Bobmer was upper echelon. Still, Suzumi did very well against the honorable woman, and Bombers conduct inside as well as outside the ropes left Suzumi with a good impression of the woman. "It has totally been forever since I've seen ya! I see you are still like super buff, and super tough I bet!" Suzumi said, giving the bigger woman a friendly hug as she approached. Suzumi was bubbly as ever, and in full on fan-mode.

Kishima’s head swiveled in the direction of the audible clacking of heels coming toward her. Sure enough, her fellow ex-Angel had finally arrived. “Suzumi-chan! I’m doing great! How about you?” she said while returning the bluenette’s friendly hug, then took a step back to look the girl over. “Damn, you look amazing! Makes me feel like I underdressed a bit.” she said with a chuckle.

When Suzumi mentioned how buff she looked, the bomber couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “You know it. Can’t let the next generation think the Lariat Queen’s ready to be dethroned just yet.” Kishima flexed her right arm, mirroring the pose on her t-shirt.

It was right about then that a woman wearing a suit and holding a clipboard quickly approached them both. “You’re good to go.” she said, giving them a thumbs up. “Alright then. Lets get this show on the road, then maybe we can go get some drinks or something after and catch up. How’s that sound?” Kishima said before heading off to one of the two tables. Right as she got there, the line of fans started pouring in from around the corner, and began loudly cheering at the sight of the two Angels.

“How’s everybody doing?!” Kishima shouted cheerfully. Fan interaction had always been one of her favorite parts about being a wrestler, and today was no exception. She took a seat, un-capped her black sharpie, and the show was on. One after another, fans stepped up with merchandise and pictures to sign, some wanting to take a picture of or with her as well, all of which were obliged. A good chunk of the memorabilia was just general Wrestle Angels merchandise rather than things particularly pertaining to Kishima, but that never bothered her in the slightest. The fans were having a good time, and she was too.

"Like, that would be totally awesome!  You should meet my goofy boyfriend over in Tension, Blaise.  He is a sweetie and totally cute!"  Suzumi said with a wink.  She was more than happy to catch up with Bomber, who had always been one of the nicer women on any roster she was on.  

As the two sat down and began to sign, Suzumi was caught up in the atmosphere of everything.  She was up, taking pictures with everyone, puckering her lips in a few, playfully swaying her hips, giving a few winks to male fans along with a slight flirty tug of her shirt or hiking of her skirt.... She was living it up.  Having done movies in her hiatus from wrestling meant she still did fan related things, and she knew how to play to a crowd.  The people still loved her, and as of late she had won a couple matches to prove that she still did have it:  She was just as good as she was before in Wrestle Angels.

"So Bomber baby, do you like want to strike a few poses with me for people?  It would be funny with us head-locking each other wouldn't it?"

Kishima had just finished signing the cover of a Wrestle Angels DVD for a fan when Suzumi suggested the idea of some poses for pictures. Those in the crowd close enough to hear certainly seemed to approve, and they began to cheer the two on to encourage them to do it.

“Well it sounds like they wouldn’t mind, so I’m all in!” Kishima replied with a smile, capping her marker and setting it down for now so she could get up and head over to Suzumi. She’d then wait for her fellow Angel to come join her, before wrapping one of her strong arms around her head and neck to put her in a headlock.

Of course, she didn’t apply any real pressure to the hold, but she did grit her teeth as if she were really applying it. “Heh. Kinda brings back some old memories, doesn’t it?” she muttered just loud enough for Suzumi to hear, unable to suppress a little smile. For a little while, it actually felt like they’d gone back in time to the glory days of the Wrestle Angels. The fanfare, the companionship, it was almost like nothing had ever changed. After a moment though, Kishima drug her mind out from its train of thought and let go of the headlock, then lowered her head to let Suzumi take a turn putting her in one if she wanted.

Suzumi briefly put a pained expression on her face as Bomber had her in the headlock. Suzumi could only surpress her giggle so long. Half the pictures looked serious, and some showed Suzumi grinning ear to ear. She missed her old days, when she felt like she as taken more seriously inside the ring. Still, the fans still loved her, and that as much as anything kept her going.

"I miss it, but this isn't sad bad.... at least I made it back to the ring." Suzumi quietly answered as she grabbed Bomber around the head. Suzumi playfully flexed her free arm, winked and puckered her lips for the crowd, who loved it. She also held Bombers head down close to her breasts, which helped cultivate an even bigger cheer from everyone!

After a moment Suzumi let go of the headlock and smiled at Bomber. "You are like, soooo lucky that wasn't the Tsunami Sleeper." She said, giving Bomber a hug and a hearty smack on the backside! Again, the crowd was loving all of the flirty gestures from Suzumi.

Watching on, dressed in a black hoody and somewhat tight fitting jeans, relative AFW-newcomer Diana Accera could of been mistake for a assassin eyeing up her targets for the stance she was holding near the back of the room. Part of that presumption was in fact true; whilst of course the Italian wasn't there to take either women out, she was certainly there with the hopes of making herself known to the two competitors. And definitely not in a sweet fan-girlie way either.

Her eyes hadn't left the two former wrestling angels since they had entered, eyes scanning back and forth between them somewhat obsessively. The Italian certainly wasn't struggling to build up the courage to confront the two Angels, but more looking for the opportune time to 'introduce' herself, preferably when some of the fan-girls had left. Given the pace of things though, it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon. "Screw it..." she'd mutter to herself, before briskly walking directly towards them, somewhat budging a few patient fans aside.

By the time she was at the front of the somewhat irritating queue of fans, the two angels were done with their playful holds and hugs. Hands still in pockets, now in front of both wrestlers who had of course still been distracted with each other, Diana would do her best to make a somewhat un-ignorable entrance.

"Suzumi Ishikawa. Eri Kishima" Shouting somewhat, the Italian would say no more, eyes passing between the two once more, as she'd simply await response. She by no means expected the two to recognise her as a fellow AFW competitor, but to at least recognise the general vibe around the Italian that certainly suggested she wasn't here to get pictures and have them signed.

“That’s true. Still taking some getting used to, but it does sort of feel like things are somewhat back to normal, you know?” Kishima replied as she let Suzumi take her turn at applying the headlock. Much like her fellow Angel, she made several over-exaggeratedly pained expressions as if the headlock were strangling the life out of her, while Suzumi playfully posed for the crowd. And it didn’t exactly escape the bomber’s notice when her head was pulled closer to Suzumi’s breasts.

“Hey now, don’t go giving me any ideas.” she said with a chuckle, though more than a few in the crowd certainly seemed to appreciate it. When she let got and hugged her, Kishima laughed and hugged her right back, then jolted a bit in surprise at the sudden smack on her firm rear. “Whoa! Keep that up and we just might have an impromptu hentai match on our hands.” Kishima teased while giving Suzumi a playful nudge in the arm with her elbow.

But then the entire atmosphere completely changed when someone called out the names of both former Angels. The place went dead silent, and Kishima’s focus, along with that of everyone else around, went straight to Diana. Her tone, attire, body language, not one bit of it suggested that she was here as a fan. Kishima didn’t know her, but whoever this girl was, she seemed to have some sort of business with them.

“I get the feeling you’re not all that interested in an autograph. There something we can help you with, stranger?” Kishima asked, quite curious as to who this woman was and what it was she wanted.

Suzumi giggled at Bombers hentai match idea. Suzumi was living it up until some lady spoke up and managed to quiet things down substantially. "Uhhh, like... hello?" Suzumi said, not really sure what else to say. This lady was big, and clearly had a hell of a powerful build.

Suzumi pegged ehr as a wrestler, but like the Wrestle Angels, she was in regular clothing. "Are you here to sign stuff too? Like, I am sorry but I totally don't recognize ya either. You are....?" The confused woman asked. Suzumi figured she would get some sort of answer, but got herself ready incase things went south. At least, as ready as a wrestler in heels and a mini-skirt could get.

With the stage set, as it were, and both women's attentions firmly on her, Diana's hand came up to pull off her hood, simply for ease of talking, her long raven hair now somewhat flowing over the back of her hood. Behind her several fans were bickering and pushing amongst themselves, clearly disgruntled at the fact one 'fan' had seemingly barged to the front of the line and was now taking her time.

"I'm just...a new name in AFW" She'd somewhat smile, crossing her arms under her chest. "Looking for new names, fresh women to face ya-da-ya-da all that, and you two have...peaked my interest." Diana finished with a dark smile, pulling herself off as a cheeky and frankly rude woman, coming up to two women who were clearly enjoying themselves and making the matter serious. She chose her words carefully to inspire a heated reaction, as if 'peaking her interest' was something of high remand in AFW.