Meet and Greet

When Cicilia and Sayumi hadn’t seemed to recognize her, Bubbles didn’t mind it all that much, being truthful. While she’d done a lot to get her name around the Friction halls, she was still a relatively obscure wrestler. No PPVs to her name, no title shots. People liked to see her wrestle, and she was pretty much the only show in town when it came to the FBB fans, which she was fine with. She hadn’t come to the AFW to make a big splash. She was out to have fun and grope, kiss, smother, and fuck every wrestler she could get her hands on.

Besides, it was nice to not have her reputation precede her all the time. Helped keep things genuine.

Still, Cicilia recognizing the tension helped ease things a bit. Fans all around, good. ”Pfft, the honor’s all mine, sugar.” She bounced on her heels and her breasts followed suit. ”Me, I’m just a big chick who likes to get sweaty in the ring. You? You’re an actual damn boxer. Saw that match you had with…” Bubbles opened her mouth, then closed it, snapping her fingers, trying to recall the other wrestler.

”Shane August.” Mariah threw her a lifesaver. ”And Bubbles’ sort of exaggerating. She saw the opening of the match, then she went to get something out of the fridge, and it was over by the time she got back.”

”Yeah, pretty much.” Bubbles laughed and scratched the back of her head, ruffling her hair up. ”And people say I’m scary.”

”At any rate,” Mariah spoke up quick, not wanting to waste too much of their time. These two looked like they were on the verge as it was, no reason to keep them from a rest. ”I had a little idea that you two might like...would you be free sometime next week? Any day.”

Cicilia blushed as Sayumi mentioned how they both enjoyed themselves, burying her face in her neck as she tried to contain her embarrassment. What a thing to be known for, having sex like this in the ring... Were it anyone but Bubbles and Mariah, she might've just fled in humiliation. Perhaps the German needed to loosen up a bit but she she wasn't used to anyone walking up to her and saying such things, especially about the match they'd just had. She didn't know how it was done here but in Germany, these things were very personal and NEVER televised... Now she probably had some lunatic fans posting pictures all over the internet... Christ... Her family's probably going to see it...

When she expressed her greeting for the pair, Bubbles' recognition (or partial anyway) of one of her matches shocked the boxer, causing an even deeper bloom of red to unfurl across her cheeks. She couldn't believe someone as important as them had been watching a little fringe match of hers, even if they missed the best bit. The realization touched Cicilia's heart and she smiled, letting out a nervous chuckle. She remembered that match... One-hit K.O... the best punch she ever threw. How good it felt to shut that midget up right quick.

"Heh... Well... thanks..." She didn't know what else to say... She never was that much of a fluent, masterful weaver of words and all this good praise wasn't helping her either. "My only win here... I hope to build on it..." Mariah spoke up again, asking whether or not they would have any time this week... Free-time...? Well... maybe...? She didn't have to work tomorrow or the day after so she'd probably have time then... What were they thinking...?

"Um... Tomorrow and the day after's free for me... Why do you ask?"

Sayumi was nudged forward as Cicilia buried her face in her shoulder, almost choking on her soda by the suddenness of it. She gave a cough before swallowing hard. She turned her head to peer questioningly at the boxer. She couldn't recall seeing here ever get quite this flustered or quiet when addressing someone. She couldn't hide a big stupid grin, obviously finding the entire display adorable. She held up her can of cola, offering Cicilia what remained. It seemed her girlfriend needed it more at the moment. But as a tax, she pressed her lips to the top of her head, blowing a raspberry into the girl's scalp. She didn't seem to have any issue with public displays of affection, regardless of who was watching.

Her attention shifted back to Bubbles and Mariah, while they seemed impressed by Cicilia's prowess when it came to knocking people out, Sayumi was less enthused. Having been on the end of that once before, she knew full well how the boxer put out such impressive force, and was far from pleased when it happened. Despite the competitive nature of their business, Sayumi acted as the angel on Cicilia's shoulder, asking her to reign in her anger. It wasn't healthy source of power, and she could legitimately hurt people if she didn't keep herself in check. While she was familiar with Shane, who had been a rather contemptible brash piece of work, she didn't really share in the enjoyment the others seemed to take in it. She might have just been to close to the issue to see the upside.

"It's something we're working on." She added, rather plainly to the mention of the punch that hit Shane so hard she vanished from existence. if her thoughts on the matter weren't really apparent to Cicilia before, her tone made it fairly obvious to all three women she wasn't nearly as supportive of what had happened. Without the context of the something being Cicilia's internal rage generator, what she said may be lost to the other two women depending on how quick they were on the pickup. Something told her Mariah might understand though. The woman behind another impressive powerhouse.

Her interest was peaked a bit at the mention of an idea that might interest them. Given the back and forth between Bubbles and Cicilia, her first thought was the two of them may have been scouted fro some wrestling function Bubbles and Mariah were part of. The boxer seemed to regard them highly, so perhaps they would receive some tutelage under the women. Sayumi had been going at the wrestling business alone for quite some time, the idea of actually having a trainer of some sort was exciting... but she was getting ahead of herself. "I can make time, my schedule is fairly lax. It's a about to get a little busier..." She glanced back to Cicilia. "But I should be free whenever." She didn't bother asking why, her girlfriend had done it for her. How sweet!

”Date night!”

Bubbles had managed to keep her composure for all of a minute. Mariah was proud of her.

To be fair, she was probably getting overloaded by how adorable the two of them were. Mariah could see much of her own relationship in these two - the closeness, the way they both seemed more comfortable when the other was around, the way they just sort of seemed to fit. She barely knew them, and already it was getting hard to imagine Sayumi without Cicilia close by. It was something she wanted to talk to them both about. To share. To reflect.

She was going to get her idea out in a subtle manner, but Bubbles had to be Bubbles. No helping it.

”Something like that, yes.” She reached up, pressed a hand on her wife’s shoulder, and pushed it down, getting her to stop bouncing before she scared their new acquaintances off. ”I was thinking we could set up a little dinner date in one of the private rings around here. We meet, we talk, we drink, we eat…” She trailed off, knowing Bubbles would fill the blank in.

”And then, we wrestle.” She pointed at Cicilia. ”Or box. Or anything you want, whatever you’re comfortable with. Put on a little show for our girls.” Her eyes narrowed, taking on a devilish edge, her competitive spirit flaring up. ”How’s that strike you?”

The German smiled softly as Sayumi offered the rest of her soda to her, taking it without a second thought... The 'tax' for taking her offer though... it left her smiling, her chest warm and pulsing... God, she loved her...

Cicilia blinked, surprised by Bubbles' sudden outburst. 'Date-night?' What could that mean? It seemed she didn't even need to voice the question to find out. Mariah spoke up, clarifying that they'd set something up in one of the rings, something along the lines of food, drink, talking... And then her partner joined in again, declaring that they'd fight afterwords, wrestling, boxing, whatever. She had to admit... Cicilia wasn't prepared for this offer. She had been ready for almost anything today, from being completely floundered by Sayumi's skill, to actually loving out a win... to somehow getting a beautiful tie but she did not expect the VIRGIN KILLER AND HER WIFE THEMSELVES to be asking the two of them out on a double-date! How did one respond to such an offer...? Well... With gusto of course. Ignoring the peace before hand, Cicilia was going to get a chance to throw-down with one of the strongest members in the AFW! How could she possibly say no? She'd have to be dying on the floor to reject THIS offer. However, she wasn't being offered herself... and even if she was, she wouldn't go without her beautiful Sayumi at her side. The German would glance at her lover softly, checking to see if there was any kind of doubt in her eyes. If she found none, she'd turn back to face the duo Burste, a wide, fierce smile edging it's way upon her lips.

"It's a date then!" The German would declare, giving her sweetheart a gentle squeeze. "Should we give you our numbers so we can coordinate where exactly we're gonna show up and all those details?"

OH she COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! They were going on a 'date' with the Burste's! There were only very specific things Cicilia EVER fangirled about and, if it wasn't obvious already, she was practically gushing all over the floor, or as much as she could given her state of complete exhaustion. Suffice it to say the phrase "omg" was shooting through her head repeatedly.

Who were these women and what had they done to Cicilia? This had been one of the single oddest experiences she had with the boxer, which was saying quite a lot for how far the winding road had been to get where they were as a couple. She couldn't help but have a quiet admiration for the two women opposite her out of sheer osmosis. Her interest had been peaked at the mention of a double date alone. Cicilia and her hadn't actually ever been on what one would consider a traditional date, yet. She intended to drag Cicilia out her to her favorite weekend spot now that they were primed to live together. The thought of getting out of the apartment for a nice evening was exciting.

Despite how simple and straightforward Mariah was giving them the offered, something about her made it seem very classy. Out of anyone else's mouth a dinner date in a private ring would have sounded tacky, she was sure of it. Sayumi wasn't accustomed to many fancy things, so her sense of what constituted as being a high end date was sorely lacking. She would have to consult her relationships for dummies book later on that... she had been skipping out on her reading lately.

She blinked at Bubble's challenge to Cicilia. Eye drifting back to her girlfriend. She new instantly not only would her lover take up the offer, but practically throw herself at it. She wondered faintly if Bubbles actually understood what she was offering when she gave the choice of boxing Cicilia. Sayumi had squared off with her girlfriend twice in what amounted to a mixed match of her wrestling vs Cicilia's boxing.

If it hadn't been for her training, there was no way she could go toe to toe with Cicilia in an actual boxing match. She glanced back to the two, but her eyes settled on Mariah, looking to see her thoughts on the tail end of the offer more than the other two. She didn't know much about boxing. No doubt Bubbles' weight and reach would play a huge role in however they fought, but at the end of the day Cicilia was a professional boxer. Did the larger woman for how powerful she looked actually stand a chance?

"I'd like that actually." She chirped happily, drifting back to the lighter topic of the date itself. That is what she wanted more than anything else here. "Do... you think we could maybe rent a karaoke machine for it? I'd very much like that... if it would be appropriate I mean." She was a girl of simple tastes, and easy requests. Anything else that had been laid at the table she seemed fine with.

Wow.

Mariah thought Bubbles was the Queen of Enthusiasm, but Cicilia was giving her a serious run for the crowd. The woman had gone from cautious and surely to bright and ecstatic in record time, quite a sight to see. A rare sight, too, if the looks from Sayumi were anything to go by. And they were going to put these two in the same ring, let the loose on each other, with nothing holding them back? This would be a gorgeous disaster, and the mere thought was making her tingle. She chewed her lip as Cicilia spoke, picturing the craziness.

”The lady wants a karaoke machine and a karaoke machine she shall have.” She gave Sayumi a thumbs up. ”We can provide the background music while our girls go at it, even.”

Bubbles had no problems with any of that, but she’d noticed the look of confusion when Bubbles threw boxing into the pool. She could understand it. The Virgin Killer was strong, and she probably would’ve been able to hold it down in a boxing match against most other wrestlers. But against an actual wrestler, with a legit pedigree? It must’ve sounded silly.

It was. Bubbles could admit that. She just didn’t care. So long as she got Cicilia in the ring, she was a happy little camper. ”God, I hope you’ve still got that energy when we got at it.” S

Mariah dug into her purse and pulled out two business cards, handing them over. ”Here you go, just call me on that number when you get a chance, we’ll hook up.” She winked their way. ”Also, just throwing this out there while you have my card, but I’m a legit manager. So if you two ever need a little help at the negotiation table…”

”You’re shameless.”

”I am without shame, yes.”

Karaoke? Well that was something Cicilia didn't expect... like... at all. Sayumi sang...? In all their time together (which was surprisingly short now that she thought about it) she'd never once heard her lover's singing voice... All the more reason to go, right??? Assuming that Sayumi didn't mean "Jukebox", Cicilia could think of a better place to be, fighting a warrior reknowned for her her might while her beautiful lover sang on in the background... Oh she could see it now... The fantasies were endless. The German smiled widely at the virgin-killer's response, sticking out her tongue playfully the way her partner had done many times to tease her. So many adorable habits to pick up on... so little time...

"Heh... If you're impressed now... just wait!"

When she inquired about their phone numbers, Mariah handed them each a card, asking they call her when they got the chance... Tomorrow morning at the latest. Cicilia made a promise to herself. They were winning her trust alright... bit by bit... Perhaps it was some kind of idol worship, but being offered managerial help from Mariah made the boxer's already wide smile stretch just a tad farther. Today was turning out to just be the best day ever... Second best, actually, right behind the day Sayumi decided to take a chance and become her girlfriend... That one would always hold a place in her heart...

What did they mean by 'shameless' though...? Was that wink supposed to insinuate something? Almost all at once, the caffeine boost Cicilia had gotten from her sips of soda dissipated, leaving that energy Bubbles craved expended... Being in the presence of a paragon of strength didn't do much to replenish stamina, Cicilia found... Unfortunate... The German's smile visibly dulled and her body significantly slumped forward, practically leaning on her partner for support.

"Unnnnngh..." She groaned, FRUSTRATED her body would just give out on her now. "S-sayumi... T-think we need to head home before I pass out here..."

Sayumi had taken both cards on behalf of Cicilia and herself, already feeling the boxer weighing her down. She straightened up a bit to better support the woman at her back actively dragging her down. She whined softly, nudging an arm back to Cicilia. She looked back to the two with a smile "I'll give you a call around tomorrow afternoon? We should have stuff figured out by then." She kept hold of the cards between her fingers, no pockets to speak of at the moment. While she was relatively low energy after their hectic night, she looked more than excited over the prospects over this. "Sorry to just run off.... but I have to put this big baby to bed before I wind up having to carry her home."

She awkwardly wiggled free from Cicilia's grasp at her back, trying to slip up beside the girl and provide her a shoulder to lean on. "I need real pants first..." She shot Bubbles and Mariah a small apologetic smile as she started back to the locker room to get dressed for the trip to the apartment. "Expect that call! Sorry again for not being able to chat longer!"

What followed was one of the busier days in Mariah’s AFW tenure.

While she talked a big game with Cicilia and Sayumi, the fact was that she hadn’t gotten any of this stuff set up yet. Calls had to be made. Getting a private ring reserved was no simple deal, especially for a match that wouldn’t be televised, so she had to promise Bubbles for some promotional material to get that going. She had to arrange for the food to be brought in, get the tables, get the cleaning staff to freshen their private room up, and, for the final touch, pay a referee to hang around and officiate once they got underway.

It was long, annoying work, and not the sort of thing she would’ve gone through for anyone. But it was worth it, just to see the look on Bubbles face when she entered the private room and saw everything, to see her face light up with all the exuberance of a child on Christmas morning. ”Hey, you do know we’re already married, right?” Bubbles looked over her shoulder as Mariah came in behind her. ”You can stop trying to impress me.”

”Never.”

Mariah didn’t like to brag, but she felt like she’d earned the right, tonight. The private room looked like something a cross between a wrestling arena and a four-star restaurant. The place was clean for one thing - no dingy, dirty floors, no dust on the ropes, and they’d even managed to get rid of that lingering cum smell and replaced some of the bulbs, so you could see the entire room. There was a table with a full spread of food to choose from - lobster, salad, soup, the best from the AFW’s catering services. Nearby, there was a table with more than enough room for four, with a white tablecloth spread over it and empty plates waiting to be filled.

Above it all was the ring, immaculate and cleaned, complete with a waiting referee on one side. And, of course, there was a full karaoke machine setup nearby - the tv screen, the speakers, the two microphones, all of it.

”This is perfect.” Bubbles stepped in and spun around, taking it all in. She looked even more out of place than usual, in part because of her attire for the evening. Daisy Dukes with the ripped edges, a buttoned up t-shirt that she’d tied around her chest, and...there was it. She looked like an X-Rated version of Lil Abner.

”Well, I’m glad you’re impressed, but you’re not the main target.” Mariah closed the door behind her and took a quick detour to the food table, helping herself to a croissant. “Speaking of which, they should be coming along shortly…”