Hitting the Showers...and other things... (For killcarrion)

Blossom had a little pout when Jamie was mentioned - still sort of reeling from that. It was nice to have a win, sure, but, well...it was a little like winning an Easter Egg hunt against a blind man. She won, but it was a hollow kind of winning.

"Yeah, that was a weird...sort of...thing. Wouldn't recommend it." She grumbled a bit herself, then perked up again. "But yeah, I noticed that, too! I'm bringing them back into style."

She took off the towel and started suiting up, pulling up shorts around her thighs, hip-huggers. "Hey, you know what?" She raised a finger. "A match. We should totally have another match."

Almost having finally finished packing her things just the way she liked it, Bunny would avert her eyes to Blossoms nude figure while she changed so as not to stare, applying her own sense of locker room etiquette.

“Hmph, is that why you approached me?….To ask for a revenge match?....You know, after I piledrive someoneâ€s head to the ground they usually donâ€t come back to me asking for an encore”, Bunny said with a sly smirk, thinking she finally she saw through Blossoms playful deception. This must have been her angle the whole time, buttering her up just cause she wanted something in return. Should have known…

“Tch….Fine by me, if thatâ€s what you wanted you should have just said so in the first place. But tell me, what makes you think the results will be any different from out last match?"

Having spent a lot of time in locker rooms, Blossom's pretty casual as she puts on her AC/DC t-shirt, squeezing into it and tying it above the navel.

"I don't know about 'revenge'." She even brought up some air quotes for emphasis. "But I know I really enjoyed our match, and the audience enjoyed, and I think you enjoyed it, though you don't want to admit it." She stuck out her tongue and swung her leg over, straddling the seat.

"And I might have some surprises for you this time!" She winked, then looked up at the ceiling. "But we should do something a little different this time, mix it up...how about a hentai match?"

Bunny would start to zip up her freshly packed gym bag, finally ready to depart. Blossom had indeed caught Bunny by surprise with her abnormal strength last they met, but she was confident she could handle the miniature grappler now that she knew what she was all about. *Right....I doubt there's anything you could do that would surpri-.....*

Stopping abruptly mid-zip, Bunny head would shoot up in wide eyed confusion. She must have heard her wrong. "Y-you're joking again, right? You do know what goes on during those matches? S-some of them are hardly even fights and just.....glorified sex sessions!!"

"A-and besides, why the hell would you want to have that kind of match with me?! This organization is filled to the brim with people who are experts at that....stuff" Talking about this made Bunny more and more flustered, her cheeks slightly blushing as she hurriedly zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

It wasn't like Bunny was wrong about...well, any of it. Though the look on her face was priceless.

"Well, that's kind of the point, really." She scratched the back of her head. "I mean, I don't have much experience with it...well, like, none. At all. And it sounds like you don't either. But if we want to really get anywhere in this company, sooner or later we're gonna have to do it, right? We'll get challenged to one, or it'll be a stipulation or something. So maybe we should sort of ease into it, and since we've wrestled before, we're already kind of familiar with each other's bodies. So we've got that going for us!"

She hopped up and walked her way, soft feet padding along the tiles as she went. "Say...you're not scared of little old me, are you?" Blossom gave the bunny-eared brawler a poke in the side.

Blossoms logical reasoning for this odd request proved Bunny wrong.....she DID still have a few surprises to her. Blossoms convincing argument gave Bunny no real wiggle room to counter. Hentai tactics were DB's Achilles heel, and was the only reason she submitted to Maki so long ago. Her prideful nature would work against her and a well placed hentai submission would be a certain and humiliating doom. Truthfully Bunny knew at some point she would have to face this inner weakness of hers, and although she had trained for it that didn't make her dread it any less.

DB would grab Blossoms hand before it could touch skin, raising her voice at the beginning. "YOU......*sigh*......make a good point. This is something I need to face, and what better place right? Think this was the main reason I signed up to this insane asylum. Guess I just needed an extra push.........and I.Fear.NOTHING."

Releasing her finger, Bunny will extend her arm for a handshake. "Fine. You're on."

"Ah, yeah! It's on like Saigon!"

She gave Death Bunny a vigorous shake, and moved back to her own bag, slinging it over her shoulder and mimicking Bunny's own pose, all tall and lean and full of badass. Just a lot shorter.

"I gotta get ready, though...not really sure how people prepare for this sort of thing. Watch porn? Didn't bring much here, but, well...it's Japan. So. Yeah." She giggled, sliding her way out of the room. "See you in the ring, Debbie*!"

*Death Bunny= DB = Debbie

"Debbie...where did she get that fro-...oh...I get it* Standing there well after Blossoms bouncy departure, Debbie will walk in stride to a different pair of exit doors.

*Great, once they start giving you nicknames then you'll never hear the end of it. Then they start thinking we're best frie-......SHIT!!! We never talked about any special stipulations or penalties!!! S-she wouldn't go overboard with something like that would she?!.......No, no she's just as much of a novice at this as I am......I'm sure it'll be fine, right?*

".....I should have just punched her." Her confident stride turning into a worried, dejected pace towards her ride.