Keeping You In Check

(Continued from here.)

Anesthesia wore a light smile on her face, as she followed Sista A through the backstage halls of the AFW's arena. She was pleased with Aisha's win over Miss Spencer, and so was her underling, who had every right to enjoy her win. Miss Spencer wasn't an easy opponent, especially for someone like Sista A...or at least, someone like the woman that Sista A used to be. In her current state, in her current mindset, the teacher had proven to be a fairly easy opponent, however...

There were still a few things bothering Anesthesia, and as the duo approached the locker room, Anesthesia decided that she and Sista A needed to have a little talk. As they neared the room, the naughty nurse let the new champion enter before her, then stepped in after her. She took a brief moment to glance around the room, making sure it was empty, then turned to the door. She shut it completely, locking it behind herself, before turning back to Sista A.

"Well...you seem pleased with yourself..." she began, her smile returning to her face as she glanced over the woman. "Maybe a bit too pleased, I would say..."

”Fucking A!” Sista a threw her hands up in victory as she entered the locker room, feeling like she deserved every bit of it. She’d came, she’d seen, she’d conquered, and the effects were filtering out through the backstage. Where she and Anesthesia walked, stagehands moved out of the way, gave them ample space. Wrestlers who wouldn’t have given her the time of day before averted their gaze, not wanting to be the next one beaten  down by the champ. In one night, one match, she’d became a queen of the AFW. And it would only get better from there.

Nothing could dampen her mood. Not even the strange tone she was getting from her partner.

”Damn right I’m pleased. Been wanting to drag that snotty little teacher through the dirt since the first time she turned her nose up my way.” Sista A plopped down on the bench and brought her leg up, letting it rest on the bench while she undid the laces. As good as the win felt, her feet were going through hell right now. Wrestling in stripper heels would take some getting used to.

”Bitch’ll be walking funny for weeks, and everybody knows what’s up.” She freed one foot, tossed the shoe off to the side. Then went about liberating the other. ”What else you want, pinkie?”

Anesthesia smiled, stepping forward, right in front of Sista A as she sat down on the bench. She crossed her fingers over her chest, and looked down at the diva, staring at her for a moment. She looked amazing. She looked every bit the champion that Anesthesia wanted her to be. This was the woman that Anesthesia had seen in her dreams every since they had first met in the Rumble Roses, all those years ago. This was the champion that she knew Aisha could be. This was the woman that would help Anesthesia meet all of her goals.

Unfortunately, it was time to take the wind out of her sails.

Her smile dropped off of her face as she began to address the Sista, a serious tone in her words. "You messed up tonight, Aisha. You slipped up. You got too confident and you almost let Miss Spencer beat you. I'm not going to let that kind of that kind of thing slide. Do you understand me? You are not going to take any risks while you're representing myself and that belt."

She reached down, gently touching Sista A's cheek with one hand, her fingertips stroking the woman's cheek as she started to smile again. "Are we clear...?"

The moment, the exact fraction of a second that Sista A detected that tone in Anesthesia’s voice, her gaze hardened on reflex. That was the same kind of tone that had gotten Ms. Spencer’s ass curbstomped, and even though it sounded sexier coming out of the nurse’s mouth, that didn’t mean she was anymore inclined to let it go. For a second, it looked like the next fight between two Roses would be happening right here in the locker room.

She kicked off her other shoe and started to raise up, balling her fists for it, when a soft hand grazed her cheek. She froze in place, staring up at Anesthesia, soothed by the gentle touch. It calmed her down long enough  to make her think, realize her partner wasn’t exactly wrong. She’d wrestled a B+ match, but she was better than that. She could be flawless.

She was doing better, feeling more confident, looking stronger than ever before, and a big reason for that was standing right here, looking down on her with the softest smile.

Sista A stayed quiet for a moment, letting her eyes trail down Anesthesia’s body, all the way to her hips. Quiet. Unreadable. Still. When she finally did something, it was a simple gesture: she was reached around Anesthesia’s body and ran her fingers over the naughty nurse’s cheek, the same way her own was being caressed. Just with a much lower, larger cheek.

She let the feeling linger for a moment before biting her lip and looking back up at Anesthesia. Her face was cool and collected, only marred by the slight hint of a mischievous smirk.

”Crystal.”