Sporty Misunderstandings (( Dropped ))

As far as the day was going, it was shaping up to be a relatively nice one for one of the girls in the Tension Gym's locker room. Everything was going as smoothly as it could be, and it was going to be an aerobic workout day! Her favorite kind of workout! The weather was just perfect for it too, which made it all the better that she would get to spend the time out-doors away from all the crazies inside the gym. At least, she felt that people who'd rather stay indoors on a day like today were crazy. It was partly cloudy, with a slight breeze, and just the right temperature to keep cool from the wind, but not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable in 'sporty' attire.

Chiaki was busy wrapping bandages around her waist in front of a locker. Her body was still somewhat sore from the 'spar' she got into a few weeks ago. What a jerk that Kent guy was for forcing her into the ring and just demolishing her. As she finished wrapping the bandage around her mid-drift, she gave a soft sigh. It still hurt, but she'll be hoping to be able to workout hard enough to not regress too much due to her sore body. She knew she had plenty of work to do to actually exact any kind of revenge on that guy for what he did.

Upon thinking back on it, Chiaki felt that maybe she just needed to learn more about actually wrestling, find her niche, and forget about exacting revenge. Maybe then she can amount to something, rather than just helping out around the gym. Even though she didn't mind doing it on most days. For now though, she needed to finish getting ready and get outside to work out before another asshole forces her into a 'spar'.

Chiaki slipped a solid red, short-sleeved jersey on over her sky blue sports bra and bandages since it would probably do a better job of hiding the injury than a tank top or her usual baby-doll styled shirts. She wore a pair of red, somewhat short, lightweight shorts as well, which may flash her sky blue boy-short styled panties if caught at the right angle due to how short they are. She sported some red cross-training shoes and white ankle socks for footwear that she planned on changing once at the field. Determined to make it outside this time, she grabbed a small black backpack with her shin-guards, red knee-high socks, and red kleets inside of it and slipped her arms through the straps to bring it along. She put her street clothes into another bag and stuffed it into her locker before she quickly made her way out of the locker room.

Not wanting to get stopped for an impromptu 'spar', Chiaki hastily made her way through the gym and out the back-doors that lead towards the sports-field outside. She didn't understand the reasoning they had one out there, but she was thankful for it since it allowed her to not have to stay indoors. A thought about Kent again made her wince a little as she continued down the concrete walkway that led to the field. As she approached her destination, she paused next to a cart of various sports equipment that was left along the pathway, and she grabbed what appeared to be the only used football off of it. Most of the equipment looked fairly new and was probably left over from during the Sex Wars days. Despite the lack of use, they were all fairly well kept. Though, that could probably be attributed to Chiaki since she usually took care of the equipment since she probably used the stuff more often than most others did.

Chiaki made her way out to the grass and plopped herself down on the edge of the field to relax a little before she would start working out. Dropping down on her butt sent a shiver up her back, which brought a soft wince form the girl, but the turf was too good of a seat to pass up the opprotunity for a momentary rest. She took off her backpack and placed it to her side for the moment before she took a deep breath to enjoy the peace and quiet of being outside. She slowly layed down on the grass with her arms behind her head in order to simply look up at the scattered clouds for a little while. They were nice and fluffy, so she let her inner child have some fun and try to determine what each one looked like. The childish moment brought a soft smile to her face as she simply enjoyed the weather and peace out there on the field. Of course, as she was diong so, Chiaki was mindlessly rolling the football around with her feet to start to warm up her legs, butt, and lower back. She was planning for a relatively normal work-out day, though a little on the easier side since she didn't know how her back would hold up to it. It would be her first attempt at her usual workout routine since her run in with that jerk of a guy, so she didn't want to over-do things and end up hurting herself even more. For the moment though, she just enjoyed the peace and quiet out on the field and watched the clouds, continuing to figure out what they looked like as they slowly passed in the quiet peacefulness.

Today seemed to be rather decent looking day outside with the partly cloudy skies but still plenty of sun out. Not to mention the cool temperature with a nice small breeze made today almost perfect, especially if you were walking long distances outside, and that was something Clyde did often since he didn't drive. Wearing his usual attire of a White T-shirt, Blue Jeans, Brown Cowboy Boots and a Brown Cowboy Hat, Clyde was just taking a nice casual walk today, an easy-going, casual workout of sorts that involved walking to a convenience store about a mile away for a chocolate bar and then going back home.

That being said, Clyde took a different route back to his and Heather's apartment and decided to pass by the Tension Gym on his way home to go collect a backpack he had left behind. Still Clyde had alot of free time today and wasn't in a big rush to get home since Heather gone and there wasn't to do around the house right now, let alone a way to make some fast cash either. As he walked through the fields though he would whip out his cellphone and would immediately begin TRYING to text Heather, having some trouble with typing since he rarely did such a thing. Thus the cellphone would take over his attention as he walked on and kept his eyes glued on the screen, not noticing Chiaki or her ball below her feet that Clyde began to get closer and closer towards until he finally felt the heel of his cowboy boot step on something round that made him lose his balance and quickly fall over onto the grass field below.

"W-Waah!! Ugh!" Clyde let out as he slipped and fell onto the field. "Oww..." Clyde would growl before picking himself up a bit to shake off the fall, rubbing his chin a bit.

"Hey! What gives!?" He would yell instantly, thinking he had been tripped, but when Clyde saw this young girl about his age in a red jersey with long blue hair, laying down in the grass with that soccer ball below her feet, Clyde began to wonder if it was he who wasn't looking where he was going. "Ugh. I mean... My bad..." He'd let out, embarrassed by the fall as he pull his hat down over his eyes a bit before getting up to retrieve Chiaki's soccer ball, picking it up with both hands before walking back over towards her, leaning down in front of her to hand back the ball.

"Sorry 'bout steppin' on ya' Soccer Ball, Ma'am. Wasn't lookin' where I was goin' I guess. Heh." Clyde would say a bit nervously to the girl below him as he held out the soccer ball for her to grab.

Chiaki was too pre-occupied with just looking up at the sky with her head in the clouds. She didn't notice Clyde's approach at all. She didn't even notice when he tripped on the ball she was rolling around between her feet and it was sent rolling away a bit. She was finally snapped back out of it though when he suddenly yelled out in his belief that he was tripped.

"Whaa~?" Chiaki confusedly asks as she quickly glances around in confusion from being snapped out of her trance by the sudden yell. She honestly had no idea what just occured. She notices some random coyboy next to her on the field, and she wasn't really expecting anyone else to be out here at all. She looked at him with concern when he seemed to realize it was his own doing. She winced a bit as she sat up while he walked over the ball to retrieve it for her.

"Oh, it's okay. Thank you," Chiaki nervously responds to Clyde as she will grab the ball from him. She will toss the ball up slightly before tapping it with her head to give it a soft bounce and send it gently rolling down the center of her toned body to its previous place at her feet. With that, Chiaki will look back up at Clyde and nervously ask, "Umm, are you alright?" since she didn't know how bad the fall was that Clyde took. She really didn't want to unknowingly cause any problems for the guy, and he seemed nice enough after retrieving the ball for her. Chiaki will be hesitant to ask him much else at the moment though since she will still be coming out of her trance and trying to figure out what just happened.

Clyde would let out a relaxed sigh as Chiaki accepted his apology and took the ball back from his hands, happy that he wouldn't have to worry about a troublesome misunderstanding. He then watched as she tossed the ball up and tapped it with her head before letting it roll down her body until it reached her feet. That was definitely something that Clyde was surprised to see and would be rather impressed with Chiaki's skill.

When Chiaki asked if Clyde was alright, he would let out a nervous laugh. "Who me!? Psh... Like some trip off a dang ol' soccer ball is gon' hurt Clyde T. Gastin! Ha!" Clyde would boast out obnoxiously as he pounded his chest with his fist. "I ain't the 24/7 Champion of AFW Tension for nothin', Missy." Clyde would gloat with a smug grin, feeling the need to extra macho about this incident because fall down on the ground chin first, kinda did hurt him a bit. But of course Clyde wasn't about to let Chiaki know that, instead he figured maybe he actually try gloating about who he was for once. This girl surely wasn't a wrestler either.... Right?

Chiaki gave a slight frown as Clyde seemed to find some bravado. He seemed nice enough, but was that just an act to get someone to let their guard down, then start beating them up? After that incident with Kent, she was starting to think that maybe she shouldn't be as trusting of these people. She shook off the thoughts and went back to a pleasant demeanor though since she figures she might as well give being nice with someone else another shot. Maybe they weren't all jerks and she was just being paranoid about things?

"Oh, okay then," Chiaki replied earnestly as she sort of found herself shrinking away from Clyde after hearing his status. She was nervous about being around a champion since she hasn't had to deal with one, and the prospect was sort of nerve wracking to her. She didn't know what kind of person Clyde was, and obviously he had some kind of wrestling ability if he was a champion of some kind. Maybe she could ask him to teach her a thing or two about it? It's about time she learned something about wrestling. Would it even be right to ask a champion that sort of thing? The ordeal and thought process she went though made her blank on introducing herself to Clyde, despite that being the right thing to do at the moment. Then, another question popped into the girl's mind.

"Ummm, if you're the 24/7 champion, shouldn't you pay attention to your surroundings a little more?" Chiaki couldn't help but nervously ask. She found the idea that Clyde would trip over the football despite possibly having a match at any time a little silly, and she gave a slight giggle at the idea. The timing couldn't be worse though since it'll end up sounding like she was giggling at her own question to make it sound a lot less genuine than it was meant to.

Upon hearing Chiaki's words, Clyde would freeze a bit before his eyes narrowed down to the ground before he going back to Chiaki, looking at her with a clearly embarrassed look on his face as she giggled at him, making his face turn red, feeling like he just took a jab to the gut. Clyde remembered the last time he didn't pay attention to his surroundings he was ambushed, nearly beaten to death and shot by an unknown assailant. Still, ever since he got the Title, NO ONE has even tried to take the belt from him at all. More of a blessing than a complaint though for Clyde.

Okay... One Time... ONE TIME... I slipped on a dang ol' soccer ball! That don't mean it gon' happen again!" Clyde would exclaim as if trying to cover up his little mess up a few moments ago.

"I pay attention to my surroundings just fine... I mean all around here is just nothin' but Grass... Then there's you, me and that ball..." Said Clyde. "Seems most of the stuff people play here is dang ol' soccer... Ain't none of y'all play Football, round here? Clyde would ask.

"Umm, there's also my backpack," Chiaki would softly add to the list of things that Clyde listed off. Even though it only held her change of footwear, she just felt like completing the list of things as Clyde was naming them off. At least, completing it to the best of her ability at the moment since she didn't know if there was anything else that might've been added to the mix while she was staring up into the clouds for however long she was doing it.

"I think there are a few people that might play football. It's just that people seem to enjoy football more," Chiaki will then softly respond as she points down at the ball that's now situated between her feet. She meant to call it soccer the second time for Clyde to easily understand what she was talking about. However, it's been a while since she's refered to it as 'soccer', and she slipped on making the change for clarity. She will quickly glance over Clyde's attire and realize he doens't seem to be dressed for working out. Though she won't voice any concern, she can't help but ponder why he's even out here in the field with her.