Supermodel(s) (For KC)

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Spoiler:

Bryan hit SEND after putting the finishing touches on what felt like hundredth text message to his currently MIA girlfriend as he flung his tote bag over his shoulder on his way around the expansive studio room. Striding behind the impassioned photographers shouting their spastic approval or disapproval with every excruciating detail of the model's performance. His attention was solely centered on the screen of his personal iphone as he seamlessly stepped over any light cables and weaved around any black supply crates without needing to see them. Bryan was so accustomed to the layout of a photoshoot that he probably could do it blindfolded...not that he would want to.

Juggling a wrestling and modeling career was starting to be a major drag, not just on his himself but his relationships as well. In particularly with his boo Alaina, whom he was starting to be genuinely concerned about after having not seen her in two straight weeks. He remembered Alaina mentioning something about wanting to concentrate on rekindling her wrestling career by targeting some obnoxious aristocrat or something, but Bryan was only half-paying attention at the time. He wished he didn't. Maybe that would have helped him piece together where she's been the past few-

"Hm?" Bryan stopped himself beside a scowling, blue-haired cutie who was currently staring pointy daggers into the fledgling models across the room from them. He slid his iphone into his pocket and took a quick appraisal of the situation as he turned in place to be shoulder to shoulder to her while overhearing her biting commentary. Seemed a tad...excessive in his book.

"Who? Carmella over there? Mmm, yeah she's kinda green I guess. She's gotta try to elongate her neck and loosen up her hands, but I think she'll adapt. Gotta giver her some slack, ya know? We weren't all experts at this stuff from the beginning...cept for me though, I was a natural from day one..." Bryan charmingly quipped in mock arrogance to help the bitter beauty lighten up while also turning around to formally greet himself with an extended hand and a handsome smile. "Name's Bryan...sounds to me like you'd do anything to switch places with poor Carm over there..."

Normally, it had taken several months of getting to know Bryan before any of his old flames would end up screeching in his face and pitching a fit. Typically due to him being caught eyeing another girl in her presence or forgetting a birthday or two. It was an ugly side to his old dating scene and one he'd be perfectly content with forgetting altogether, but seeing Ami jump out of her socks and start screeching in his startled face certainly brought back memories of those dark days. Bryan reflexively retracting his extended hand and raising his hands in front of him like he being accosted by the police, the model athlete just as terror-stricken as Ami before they both equally settled down.

"Well, um dyuh, sorry for sneaking up on you like that. Guess I've been hanging around my ninja friend Kozue too much...heh,heh..." Bryan quipped while scratching the back of his head with an awkward laugh in his failed attempt at lightening the mood. His fearlessness towards approaching cute girls having backfired on him somewhat from nearly scaring Ami to death. Eventually he loosened up and resumed his casual demeanor, eager to continue with the conversation before he'd haveta explain where he knew a ninja from. A long story for another time maybe.

"Hmm...you're pouty face and screeching voice say one thing, but your eyes say another, milady. Come on~...you can't tell me you don't miss being the center of all that fawning attention~..." Bryan had a cheeky smile while turning to his side to playfully nudge his elbow into her stomach. "But tell me, how's going full time as a pro-wrestler working out for you? I just so happen to be in the wrestling scene myself, and I know for damn sure I'd miss seeing my handsome mug in GQ if I had to give up modeling."

Even if Ami hadn't already introduced herself as an aspiring supermodel, Bryan could have probably assumed just as much without even having heard her tear into poor Carmella over there. The snarky attitude and sassy eye-rolling were telltale signs of someone who was in "the business". Bryan having been surrounded by snooty girls like this ever since first stepping foot onto a photoshoot back in California. It was the type of situation where he had to adapt fast or be chewed up and spat out by these beautiful but nevertheless vicious and sometime spiteful gals. Luckily, thanks to that experience he had kinda developed an affable tolerance for these kinda ladies until they eventually loosened up. Which it looked was finally happening once Ami turned that frown upside-down and offered him a handshake.

"Huh?...But I coulda sworn I...uh..." Bryan stammered with a perplexed and cock-eyed stare while scratching the side of his head in recollection. He thought for sure he already introduced himself earlier, but he honestly couldn't remember for the life of him. Getting chewed out for his sneaky approach before shooting the breeze with her about modeling kinda made him forget what he said beforehand. The model athlete not recalling the last time a woman had him all twisted up and stumbling over himself...

"...n-nevermind. But please, Mr. Casanova is my father. Heh, name's Bryan Daniels, but my close friends just call me Bry." Bryan responded with a chipper smile before gently taking Ami's hand and bowing his forehead to the back of her hand before letting go, certainly wanting to demonstrate that he did have some manners...plus he saw it in a movie once and always wanted to do it.

"But wait a sec...Takeuchi...Weren't you Tension champ last year? That's so friggin cool! Hey, whaddya say you and I go do something right now? I gotta pick your brain here on what all that was like, plus I wanna make up for the jumpscare I gave ya." Bryan brightly exclaimed with a reaffirming tug on his shoulder to keep his tote bag centered.

Bryan may not have been as well-informed on the Tension title history as Ami could have surmised. His dedication to the Tension wrestling scene always being always being hampered by his equally important dedication to his modeling career. Concentrating on simultaneous professions at once meant that he has hard-pressed to be knowledgeable about anyone's wrestling career other than his own. So in that context, he was only really aware of major title changes from what he caught on days he was at the facility, and from random wrestling dirt sheets online. And given what he knew of Ami so far, he was starting to think she may not have won that title under the most...fair, of circumstances.

"Uh-huh...and seeing as how I'm so well informed, if I properly recall your title reign from last year, all that silly cowboy had to do was beat you right back for it." Bryan cheekily quipped with a trolling grin while folding his arms. He wasn't meaning to belittle Ami's accomplishment or anything, but keeping girls like her from propping herself on too high of a pedestal helped keep them grounded. Plus Ami did have a rather pleasant voice when she wasn't screeching, and she had an inviting smile that he wanted to keep on her face. Maybe some light-hearted jabbing would keep her loosened up.

"Heh...I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect. But let's say that something is...me treating you to a cocktail of your choosing. This place has a pretty loaded bar that no one really knows about. People just seem to love going to those rundown dives for some reason, but that makes no sense when theirs a perfectly good place to chill right here." Bryan mentioned while motioning to walk beside Ami on their way towards an adjoining hallway that would take them towards their destination. The Tension facility where the photoshoot was being held that day indeed had it's own bar that looked like something you would see at an airport, but it would suit their needs well enough.

"Hey, just you wait, pretty soon you'll have to buy some sunglasses to shield your eyes from the shimmering gold I'll be wearing around my own waist, little lady~..." Bryan coyly quipped while motioning with both hands as if their was an imaginary belt around his waist while they began to trek down the hallway side by side. Luckily he was able to recover quickly from Ami's sick burn about him never having held a title belt or even be up for consideration for one. He had grown a steady fanbase, (consisting mainly of fawning fangirls less interested with wrestling and more with seeing him with his shirt off), and was selling merchandise fairly well, but management still never saw him as championship material for some reason...maybe it was because he lost a lot. That could be it...

Eventually they came across the bar unoriginally named The Bar and walked through it's glass doors. A few modeling and wrestling talent strewn about but nothing too jam-packed. It was just enough to make it seem busy without it being obnoxious.

"Yeah, seems like I've been coming here more and more lately. Mostly to drown my stress away from having to juggle two separate schedules. Really starting to be a drag if ya wanna know the truth...but I guess you'd know all about that. Heh, you gotta tell me what it's like bein the champ though..." Bryan remarked with a friendly smirk while sitting atop a bar stool and waving a hand in the bartender's direction so he would know they were there. The young bartender walking in their direction and asking what's their pleasure.

"Yeah I'll have a Red Sangria with a shot of Vodka, and I'll be covering the tab for whatever my lovely lady friend here orders~..."