The Proposal

It was about 8:00 p.m when Lisa Giordanni just left a beach wear shop with four new, colourful and tight new bikinis. It was getting pretty hot there, unusually for a country like Japan, and it would be a great opportunity for using less clothing by the poolside, or even in her wrestling matches.

"Just hope these are resistant, I would hate having them destroyed like my school swimsuits..." she tought, as she walked on the sideways back to a small apartment she was renting nearby the AFW complex. In Tension, she used to live in the facilities that hosted Sex Wars years ago, but now that she was in the much more crowded Friction rooster things were different, and as she wasn't "officially" admitted yet the brunette didn't have an apartment there.

This, plus the debts that she was paying made it a kinda difficult time for Lisa. The loneliness was also a drag, there was ages that she haven't seen Okami, so things were getting harder. Maybe throw it all away, fly back to Italy...

... to her mafia family? Never! Lisa wasn't a criminal like her father, she would never accept becoming a princess of crime. To earn her own life, she would do anything, sleep in poor apartments, wrestle guys and girls, risk her health and pride... but there was no way she would be like her father.

There was a lot going on the Italian's head as she made her lonely parade back to her apartment.

While Lisa was idly walking along and pondering these issues to herself, she might not have been aware that a black limo had that had been parked across the road from the last shop she came out of. The driver waited until she had gone off quite a distance ahead before pulling out driving up slowly past her and then parked up just a few meters ahead of her where she was heading.

As Lisa started to near the limo, the back door opened out so that the Italian could clearly see inside... There sat Melissa Sellers dressed in a luscious looking silk black dress with a few rhinestones splattered about on the material. In her hand, she held a slim glass of either wine or champagne

"Hello deary.." She coed with a soft smile as Lisa came within a distance that the Italian could hear without having to raise her voice. "Ms. Giordanni wasn't it? Fancy our paths crossing here.."

Lisa widened her eyes as she saw the luxurious, black and polished car slowly moving on the street. "Hmm, a limo..." she whispered to herself. As the car stopped, the brunette's attention grew into curiosity. What was it doing there?

The Italian kept walking, glaring at the limousine until, when she was near it, the back door opened and she saw a classy, luscious looking lady with a glass of what looked like champagne glaring back at her. The girl stopped for a moment, shivering a bit when the woman said her name.

"W...what? Do you know me?" she begin with, standing still next to the car as she talked to Melissa. "And...why is that?"

Melissa just smiled knowingly

"Come now.. Lets not be coy. Of course I know you Ms. Giordanni.. We haven't met formally in person, but I'm sure you know who I am... Melissa Sellers? General Manager for Tension? Sound familiar?" She said teasingly. Melissa then looked to see the shopping Lisa was holding.

"Out doing a bit of shopping?"

"Wow, Melissa Sellers!!... Eh, I mean, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Sellers." Lisa said, at first sounding overexcited for meeting her "boss", but then getting her composture back and charmingly smiling as she greeted the Tension General Manager, a tall, classy looking blonde woman that as well seemed interested on her.

"Yeah, just a few swimsuits to replace my older, damaged ones..." Lisa answered. "But I'm already done. Do you need something from me. Ms Sellers?" The tall brunette asked to the woman inside the limo. Probably Ms Sellers didn't stop her luxurious ride just to say hello to the Italian wrestler, and so Lisa was curious to know what the Rooster Manager wanted with her.

"Hmm.. I just happened to be in the area." Melissa said in a silky soft voice, swirling the slim glass of wine gently and then taking a sip.

"You seem to be heading the same direction as I am, why don't you hop in and we will give you a lift down the road." She said, sliding across the seat to allow Lisa to get in. It seemed that Melissa probably did want something and wasn't "just in the area", but she had a very soft delicate touch to her in stark comparison to Cassandra Sellers, owner of the AFW franchise who tended to be a little more forceful and direct.

Lisa's eyes widened and glistened a little, showing a sure hint of excitement as she got invited to Melissa Sellers' limo.

"Lucky day!" the tall beauty said, with a large wide smile as she entered the luxurious car and sat right next to her "boss", closing the door, without breaking her grin.

Lisa scooped the inside of the black veihicle, enthusiasmed with that. It wasn't the first time she was inside a limo, but it never ceased to thrill her to be in a classy, exclusive ride. It even made her forget about the possible reasons she was with Ms Sellers, and just enjoy the moment, comfortably seated on the cushioned seat.

As soon as Lisa shut the door and settled as much as the excitable Italian would, the driver pulled out at a slow pace. Meanwhile, Melissa put her drink down in a glass holder and pulled up a second wine flute.

"Would you care for a glass of wine?" She said bring up the bottom of white wine to show Lisa "Its a good year."

Wow, a ride in a limo, with a AFW manager, and now drinking on expensive, good wine? "Someone bite me, is this a dream? Or just me waking from my recent nightmare?" Lisa tought, with a wide, charming smile of delight as she grabbed the glass and watched the wine colouring it, and her cheeks, in red. Well, it seems that the luck was about to change to the Italian wrestler.

"Cheers." said the brunette, sipping some of the wine.

"So... I presume you wanted to talk something important, asking me for such a classy ride...." said Lisa, as she rested the flute on her hands and looked to the blond woman's face, waiting and eager to know what she did to earn all that special treatment.

"Nonsense deary... I simply happened to be in the area and this is how I always travel.." It was true at least that this was how she always traveled, even if she was hiding her true intentions.

"Speaking of important business... I heard that you recently had a meeting with Ms. Creuzfeldt, GM of Friction to sign a certain deal?"