Meet and Greet

Mariah was accustomed to people staring at her, or rather, staring at her and Bubbles. It kind of came with the territory when you were regularly leading around a woman who was over six feet tall with a chest capable of engulfing a woman’s head. Wherever you guy, people either stopped and stared or tried hard to pretend they weren’t. The former, she’d gotten used to. The latter, she found cute beyond words.

As she and Bubbles made their way through the backstage area, though, she wasn’t paying much attention. She had much better things to focus on. Chief among them: figuring out where Sayumi and Cicilia went off to.

It was harder than one might’ve thought. Friction was still going, so the backstage area was a whirlwind of matches, as nearly a hundred people move to, fro, hither and yon to make sure everything was ready to go for the next match. The place was bustling with movement, rumbling with noise, and filled with strange combined scent of fuming sweat and dark coffee.

Still, Bubbles was determined to find the pair, and when she set her mind to something, there was little that could stop her. ”You don’t see anything yet? They gotta be around here, the match wasn’t that long ago.”

”If I see them, you’ll be the first to know. Promise.” She sighed as they worked their way around another corner. ”When we find them, try not to be too aggressive, okay? I know you’re excited, but-”

Bubbles placed a hand over her chest. ”I promise, I will not make out with them on sight.”

”Or the minute after that, or the minute after that.” She wagged a finger back at Bubbles. Silly as it no doubt sounded, these were legit concerns. Bubbles could be absolutely voracious, sometimes. A sexual Tyrannosaurus.

Sayumi and Cicilia had retreated backstage, though Cicilia was still a bit out of sorts. She had lead the girl to the locker room and told her to consider taking a cold shower to wake herself up a bit before they headed back to her place for the night. They had a lot to talk about, and in the morning, after breakfast seemed like the best choice of times to go over everything when they ahd a chance to sleep on it. Sayumi could use a shower too, she carried with her a heavy scent of both her an Cicilia from their heated exchange, even after a quick wash up. Sayumi was determined to wait until they had gone back to Cicilia's apartment for the night. She wanted a good soak in that big tub. For now, caffeine would search to keep her going.

She leaned wearily against one of the vending machines in the back still barefoot in the halls. She had thrown on a old black T-shirt from her locker and a pair of short shorts she used at the gym over nothing else. She wasn't planning on going out into the crowds, just right home after this so dressing herself back in her normal street clothing wasn't big on her to do list. Save for finding some pants before leaving the arena anyhow. She had slipped a few yen into the machine, thunking her head lightly into the plastic window as she watched for the claw to dispense her black cherry cola. She puffed up her cheeks before blowing out all the built up air through pursed lips.

”Oh!” Bubbles had a quick squeal when she spotted her prey, making several stagehands nearby jump with alarm. Jittery folks, these people. ”There they are.”

Or Sayumi, anyway. Bubbles was particularly in this lady, loving what she saw in the last match and what she’d caught from her in general. Lover of hardstyle hentai? Yes. Skilled when it came to sex and more serious wrestling. A lot to like and love, and a woman she would simply have to wrestle sometime.

But Bubbles managed to temper her hornier thoughts for the moment, and focus on things enough. She could keep her hands off and stick to mere eye-groping until they knew each other better. No sign of the Juggernaut, though Bubbles wagered she wasn’t too far away. If Cicilia had any sense, she wouldn’t let a beauty like this out of her sight around the Friction arena for too long.

”Excuse me?” Mariah approached waved at Sayumi as they approached, a pleasant, approachable smile as they came in. ”Sayumi-san? Mariah Burste. This is my wife, Bianca.”

”Bubbles, call me Bubbles.” The erotic titan stepped forward and extended her hand, eager to make skin contact. ”Big fan. Super big, after that match.”

Sayumi's sapphires following the drink all the way to the chute where it slipped down to the dispenser. No sooner had she retrieved the beverage did a voice catch her ear. Plucking the can up, she turned blinking to the odd duo. It was hard not to be drawn to Bubbles first, a towering wall of a woman. She wasn't entirely sure she was actually here at this very moment... had she passed out in the back, was this all a hazy dream?

She didn't want to seem rude, eyes drifting back to Mariah as she gave the woman a soft casual smile. The girl lifted the bottom of her shirt as they spoke, using it to wipe off the lip of her can before popping the tab with a finger.

"Ah, hello." She politely bowed her head to the two, mindful not to spill her drink but noticing it was foaming up. She dipped her head to wrap her lips around the lip of the can to suck all the fizzing drink up before it had a chance to escape. When she stood upright she smiled again with an embarrasses blush. "I'm Sayumi, yes." She hadn't heard of Bubbles, simply because she hadn't fallen far enough down the hentai hole in AFW yet to be warned about the sexual tyrant. She tended to take things as they were presented to her rather then over prepare.

She reached out to meet the offered hand and take it for a shake. There was no doubt a sizable difference between her tiny delicate hands and those of Bianca's but she did her best to give the woman a firm handshake despite this. She perked visibly at the mention of one of them at least being a fan, though she assumed Mariah was as well. It wasn't often she got to speak to any of the people rooting for her so this was already a pleasant surprise. She did however wonder why the two of them were back stage. They both looked like they could be talents for the AFW, so she didn't really question it beyond a slight curious niggling in the back of her head.

"Ah..." She noticeably blushed a bit more, covering up as she sipped from her brightly colored can of cola. "That sure was an intense one." She admitted freely with a large sigh. Just thinking back to it made her feel a bit tired. She hadn't even been so spent after a math like that... or even after a normal romp with Cicilia back at her apartment.

"It's nice to meet you Mariah, Bubbles." She could understand why she had that nickname, or rather assumed why she ahd it. She was bright and excitable. It was strange seeing that sort of energy coming from a woman so big. Ordinarily Sayumi was a ray of sunshine, though her light had dimmed a bit with how taxing her match had been. She still found enough light to smile however. "Did... you want an autograph or something?"

There it was. The look. No matter how many times it happened, Bubbles never got tired of the moment where someone saw her for the first time and really took in her size. It wasn’t just the verticality, but the muscles, the breasts, the overall size. Bubbles didn’t spend half-a-day in the gym every week so she could go around not have people gawking at her.

Sayumi, to her credit, handled it better than most, keeping her composure for the most part. Save for a slight drink malfunction. ”Oops, watch it.” Bubbles giggled as Sayumi sipped the fizz. And the blushing. The shy look in her eyes. Just the whole package...too cute. It was taking a real effort for Bubbles not to reach over and hug this woman half to death.

”A signature?” Bubbles perked up and bounced. ”Oh, I’d love one.” She started to pull up her top. ”You can sign right-”

Mariah reached up and slapped Bubbles’ hand, ending the peep show before it could start. ”No.” She wagged a finger at her wife, her lips pressed in a thin smile. ”Bad girl. Bad.”

”Totally knew you’d stop me.”

”Right.” She wheeled back around to Sayumi. ”Pardon my better half. Your match has her all excited. More than by default, anyway.” She glanced around, then back to the Cherry Bomb. ”Cicilia’s washing off, I take it?”

Cicilia had indeed been showering off and she'd been taking her sweet time too. God knew she needed to sober up a bit after that wondrous event...The chilling water rolled down the boxer's skin, but it's sensual touch did awaken her somewhat, her senses returning in part. It was Sayumi's suggestion of course, advice that wouldn't go unheeded. Still, even after this sobering up, Cicilia felt like a zombie... Being screwed 3 times at once really... REALLY took it out of a person... She was anticipating sleeping in all day for the next couple days to recover! Eventually, Cicilia began to notice that the chilling water was starting to lose it's potency and she turned it off, deciding that she might as well get dressed now... Sayumi was probably waiting for her right now, just as eager to get back home and she'd hate to keep her waiting... Drying herself off JUST ENOUGH so that she wasn't dripping everywhere, Cicilia slipped on a spare black hoodie over her naked upper body, zipping it up mid-way up her chest. As if she cared if people looked... Too tired and she’d done worse... She slipped on a pair of sweatpants and practically staggered out into the hall barefoot, glancing around for her girlfriend...

And she found her...

She looked on with a mildly confused expression as she observed her lover conversating with a pair of GIANTS clad in seemingly barely appropriate attire, as if they were off to their own hentai match themselves... She wondered WHAT business her lavender cutie could have with these strangers... and was resolved to find out...

"...Yes. She was..." Cicilia mumbled tiredly, draping her arms over Sayumi's shoulders from behind, leaning on her just enough to gain some support. She looked out and UP at the towering figures and BOY were they biiiiiig! Cicilia's eyes ran over their figures with minor interest, exhaustion taking away her wonder and leaving her with only cold observations. They had racks that could bury entire HEADS underneath those... shirts... and had strong bodies to match. They were tall, toned as ALL hell and they seemed friendly.... the tan one perhaps too much for Cicilia's comfort. At least her partner seemed to have some kind of manners.

"What do you want...?"

Sayumi tilted her head innocently curious where Bubbles had hidden whatever she had wanted her to sign in her shirt, even more curious was Mariah stopping her. She looked on, sipping her black cherry cola quietly, giggling softly at the interactions between the two. Even before she could respond, mid sip of her cola with a mhmm, Cicilia was on the scene putting things straight. Her confirmation sound shifted to one of perked excitement "Mmm!" as she smiled with her eyes towards Cicilia, swallowing what she still had left in her mouth. She beamed happily, twisting a bit to look back at Cicilia. Her cola can was raised up, the bright Japanese logos and texts may very well have made the drink a mystery to her as she gave the can a small shake, offering her girlfriend a sip.

"They are fans!" Sayumi explained as she leaned back into Cicilia. It seemed all she needed to recapture her spent energy was the other girl. There was that bright smile she was known for. Her free hand cam up to rest lightly on Cicilia's arm, casually playing with the cuff of the girl's hoodie. "They actually were watching our match." She turned her head back to the married couple. She didn't want to steal their thunder in introductions so allowed them to make them again all her own. There had been a stark difference between the two of them in how they handled seeing Bubbles and Mariah.

Cicilia by her nature was always a bit more guarded with strangers. Sayumi knew that well enough, that hadn't really changed since their first chance encounter. Sayumi on the other hand, simply rolled with it. People came in all different shapes and sizes. She rarely judged, she didn't like to. She had spent so much of her life paraded out in front of a panel of strangers who rained down criticism on her for everything from what she was dressed in to the particulars of her figure. She didn't like people feeling like they were being scrutinized by her, like that. These days she was comfortable with herself not to be bothered by when it happened to her, but it still was back in her mind tucked away in a corner. So regardless of Bubbles impressive size, beyond having to look up at the towering woman, she didn't get much of a reaction from Sayumi.

Bubbles lit when she saw that Cicilia was coming, glad that she’d finally had a chance to see this beauty up close. While she was a lover of the female form in every variety known to mankind, her bodybuilding career had fostered a love for muscles in particular, and Cicilia had more than enough of those to go around. A strong, compact form, no doubt the result of countless hours of rigorous training that would break lesser women.

She was eager to swap tips, but she was starting to realize that opportunity wasn’t coming as soon as she would like. Cicilia seemed more than a little suspicious of the two older women talking to her girlfriend, and when Bubbles stopped to think of it, she could understand why. Friction could be a dangerous place, filled with the wrong sorts of people, and there were tales of all kinds of craziness that went down in the back. True, Bubbles wasn’t out to hurt them - quite the opposite - but they couldn’t know that.

Maybe it was best to let Mariah do the talking. For now.

Mariah intended to, even, but there was a moment, a brief pause, where she wanted to take the pair in. Aside from Femke and Darya, they didn’t come across nearly as many couples as she would’ve liked. The wrestling business was so flighty by nature. Relationships were rare, and while the AFW had an abundance of hooking up, she could tell that most commitments only lasted the night, if that long. What she saw with these two - the protectiveness, the little touches, the way they talked, the way they moved in each other’s space - was a kind of comfort she’d come to love with Bubbles.

”Cicilia De’Reignhardt.” Mariah busted out enough accent to properly say the name. ”I’m Mariah Burste, and this woman rather shamelessly flirting is my wife, Bubbles.” She gave Bubbles a little elbow in the side after she flicked a tongue her way. ”Yes, we did watch your match, and we just wanted to say how...inspiring it was. It’s rare to see that much real emotion in the Friction ring. Reminded us of our own early days.”

”Plus, it was superhot.” Bubbles whistled. ”Nuclear.”

Mariah shrugged and nodded. ”That too.”

Cicilia smiled down at her girlfriend, her arms drifting down to gently wrapping around her stomach as she was offered the soft-drink. OH THANK GOD! CAFFEINE! She took the can's lip between hers and took a small sip, her expression softening a tad as the sweetness hit her. Cherry cola...? Good choice. Sayumi explained that these two were actually fans of hers, that they were watching their match and IMMEDIATELY her walls rose. Cicilia remembered what happened when one of her "fans" approached her, how that little incident played out in the boxing ring. Freaks, creeps and weirdos infested both the boxing ring and the AFW and the absolute last thing the German would allow would be her sweet, loving girlfriend falling into their insidious claws.

"...Oh. I see."

Cicilia's gaze grew even more suspicious, her sanguine eyes now filling with a protective flare... She may be a walking corpse right now but if either of them made a move on her girlfriend (god help them) there would be more than one in this hallway! Could one one blame her for her protectiveness though? After all, their last couple experiences with strangers have been less than stellar to say the least. One practically blackmailed Cicilia into fighting at her full, unrestrained potential and another was a freak that came under the guise of kindness.

The boxer tightened her grip around Sayumi sightly, giving her a soft kiss on the neck. She was hers and no-one else's. The German met the eyes of the tall, tan woman, sensing and actually seeing the restrained... "enthusiasm" in her behavior. Was.... was she really thinking that of them...? Ugh... She wasn't flattered.

Cicilia's eyes flicked back to the more polite and restrained of the two, stopping dead the instant she heard that last name...

"Burste???" Cicilia repeated quietly... M-Mirah Burste was... and her partner... she must be... And there it was... She confirmed that these two standing before her were both Mirah and Bubbles Burste, FAMOUS wrestlers in the AFW! She recognized them now... She KNEW she had seen them somewhere! Sayumi didn't seem to understand quite the magnitude of what this meant right now but they were being approached by celebrities! Even if Cicilia didn't look up to them personally with ALL the hentai Bubbles does, she DID admire the woman's strength, tenacity and endurance in the face of ALL her challenges. One might wonder how the juggernaut even knew about them. After all, she wasn't deep into their territory and she hadn't met them before. Well... T.V. was a very interesting thing... She saw a couple of Bubbles' matches and... well... If she was calling their match 'super-hot' and 'nuclear' then that actually MEANT something.

"Oh. Um, Thank you." Cicilia nodded her head as best she could, a certain excitement building up just by being in the mere PRESENCE of these professionals. "It's an honor to meet you both in person, Mariah And Bubbles... I've seen a few of your matches on T.V.". A lot of Cicilia's quite hostility faded in that moment but not all... a small nugget remained in the form of her arms wrapped around her girlfriend. Bubbles seemed like a nice lady on camera but she didn't know her off of it... She didn't want to take more chances than she had too.

Sayumi felt a bit at a loss. If even Cicilia knew these two then surely she was out of the loop. She didn't actually do much TV watching, mostly because she didn't even own a TV in her apartment, soon to be former apartment. She glanced back towards Cicilia questioningly as she took back her soda, sipping it quietly as her focus drifted back to the apparently famous duo. Here she thought they just wanted autographs or something! She couldn't imagine Cicilia EVER saying it was an honor to meet someone, unless they were a big deal. She noticeably straightened up a bit, though still leaned into Cicilia. It was hard to look dignified when you were dressed for bed and drinking from a bright pink can of cola.

Her cheeks flared red a bit at the last think Bubbles said along with the way she said it. It was odd putting faces to the people watching their matches. It had always been easier for her to get by because the crowd was such a non factor. Sure, they would jeer, hoot, and holler, but when you got into the moment in the ring, win or lose, you tended to forget the crowds. She quietly glanced between them, paying them a bit more attention now that she was warming up with caffeine in her veins and Cicilia wrapped around her. Her toes wiggled on the cement floor.

"Well... I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves. I know I did." She beamed proudly, a small giggle slipping from her. "I'm pretty sure she did too!" She gave a small wiggle of ehr eyebrows, nodding a head back at Cicilia. "Thank you for such high praise." She bounced a bit on her feet. It was hard for her to stay so still, she was normally a very animated talker.