First Win, now is time to relax (invite)

[misaki]

Her first time in America, her first time to stand in an XWA ring,
her first victory all this happened in the last few days. It was
already hard for her to bring all her bags with her personal
things, like clothes, wrestling gear, books and other things that
a lonely girl can need with her to the states. But it was even
more difficult to bring them all in her room here in the building.
Non of this “nice and friendly” american wrestlers who have
walked past her as she was standing on the street looking for
help, helped her. So of course her mood wasn’t the finest as
she had to come down to the ring, to face the other 2 women
in the ring, before the actuall match even started to talk nice
and show some respect. Not that she has some respect for
them, as respect has to be earned and isn’t given just because
they stand in the same ring as Yoshida. But now after her
victory, she can look back and smile, smile at her superiority
above the other 2 women.

Standing in the shower of the locker room, Yoshida enjoys the
burning hot water on her skin. The color of her skin has already
taken on a red tone, as the water was indeed hot. But she like
it that way, it’s a good way for her to calm down after a match.
The adrenaline slowly fades and was replaced by another feeling,
a feeling Yoshida might enjoy but also something that she is
ashamed of, if somebody else would see her in this kind of state.
Leaning against the wall, she let every move, every punch, every
kick pass her inner eye. The pain of the attacks she recived fade
away and she smiles as she remembers the pain she has dished
out. If it was the big boot to the face, the WidowDrop or just
a simple chop, everything of that was a part of herself. Her skills,
her passion for this business are burning deep in her. A inner fire
that only burns brighter the more pain she has taken or dish out.

Still enjoying her shower as only a woman can, Yoshida doesn’t
notice that somebody has entered the locker room. Not that its
some kind of problem as this was a locker room for more then
1 wrestler. Yoshida never had a problem to share a locker room,
as long as she has the time in the shower for herself alone and
because of that a big sign with “don’t desturpe” hangs on the
door to the showers.

[emma]

The woman in question here was of course Emmanuelle. She had freshed up herself after their debut match earlier. All it took was asking some questions to find out where Misaki Yoshida locker room was and here she sat. Back in her black dress, she sat with her legs crossed on a folding chair, patiently wait for Misaki to come out of the shower. There was more to this woman than meets the eye, and Manny was going to find out what or die trying...

[misaki]

Yoshida finishs her shower and reach for the towel. She carefully
dry her body from the chin to the feets with the towel. After she
done that she reach for her Kimono and put it on. The material
of the Kimono feels good on her bare skin, its cold but not to
much. Closing it carefully, not that some skin shows through it
Yoshida opens the door to the shower. As she wants to walk
back in the locker room, she notice that she isn’t alone anymore.
Emmanuelle the woman she beat earlier today in the triple tread
match was sitting on a chair and it looks as if she has waited for
her. Good that she can read comes in Yoshida’s mind as she
looks back at the sign on the door.

She sat down on the bench opposite to Emmanulle, carefully
of course not that her bare legs are shown to the woman in
front of her.

[emma]

You know something, this silent treatment you've been giving is starting to get old, Misaki Yoshida.

From what it seemed to be in Emmanuelle'd eyes, this woman was very traditional in her ways. Japanese women have a reputation of being graceful, but timid almost to a fault at times. Here she sat, seeming over-conscious of her body so as to not show a single piece of skin to her, clearly not the modern mentality of a woman. Emmanuelle herself had been to Japan many times and was fascinated by the almost mythological customs and culture of the people, but that wasn't her reason for approaching Misaki as she has. The woman had some ulterior motives, that was the most certain thing...the ONLY certain thing...that Emmanuelle could make from her manner.

You've got an awful big chip on your shoulder, you know that? I bet you must think you're above and beyond ever other woman here, don't you?

[misaki]

Yoshida looks at the woman in front of her, the way Emmanuelle
looks at her is a well known look for Yoshida. It’s the look of
somebody who think that Yoshida must be really traditional and
live the life off an old woman. She smiles, because that isn’t the
chase, Yoshida isn’t a kid of sadness, but there are some things
that she has to keep as secret, for the own good of the people.

Is this what you think about me?

Yoshida answers Emmanuelle’s question with another question.
Sure its not the fine way, but why should she answer such an
clear and simple question when this woman already knows the
answer.

[emma]

She speaks. It was the first words she said all night, answering her question with a question of her own. She must really have thought she had the right to do so...

Well, you have only given off the whole "I'm better than anybody" vibe from the moment that you stepped out onto stage earlier tonight. What else is someone supposed to think?

[misaki]

Did I do that?

Yoshida leans forward and reach for her chin and touch it while
she thinks about Emmanulle’s words. It could be indeed true
that she might have appeared to the other 2 girls like this.
Yoshida originally had planned to leave this attitude behind her,
at least at the beginning. But it seams bad habits aren’t so
easy to get ride of. She shrug with her shoulders as she raise
her upper body a bit so that is vertical. She moves her head
from the right side of the neck to the left side, while she looks
at Emmanuelle.

It could have looked like this. I am just confident in my own skills,
but most people might see this as arrogance.

[emma]

That sounds believable enough...

Emmanuelle nods in response to Misaki's. Maybe did just play arrogant, or maybe she was playing modest...you can never ever be too sure.

I do suppose you deserve to be just a little cocky, seeing as you won the match tonight, but you're not going to have nights like this everytime. I'm wondering exactly how goos you are when you don't slip in and take advantage of someone else's handywork? I've heard a lot about Japanese wrestlers being skillful AND smart. Well...we know that your smart, but I want to know what kind of skill you REALLY have, for myself.

Don't worry, I haven't come here to challenge you to a match...not yet. I just want to know you're hiding...don't act like you're not covering some secret intentions up...you're not all that you're letting me know.

[misaki]

Yoshida nods as she hear the words coming out of Emmanuelle’s
mouth. She fold her arms in front of her chest and place them on
her lap, while she response.

Confidence has nothing to do with cockyness. I walked out there
and did what I had to do. I won, not more not less. You might
have done the same when you would have been in my place and
use the opportunity to win this match. To be honest I am not a
big fan of multiperson matches, except of course if it is a tag
team. But I think you asked me about my secrets? Well I can
only say so much to you, every woman has her own secrets.
Isn’t it so?

[emma]

You have a point.

That she did...in both respects. Still, it wasn't enough to satisfy much at all.

That doesn't mean that I'm not still interested in seeing how good you are one-on-one. At least you realize that it's that kind of contest is the TRUE testament of a person abilities. Looks like your not as arrogant as I thought you were.

She cracks slight smile, not so much out of happiness, but more out of cynicism. The thought of a one-on-one contest was becoming more and more intriguing to her now.

[misaki]

Well...

Yoshida answers with a light smile on her face, while she hold
up her hand palms.

I am who I am, not more not less. Simple me, a wrestler from
Japan. Nothing else.

[emma]

Modest, aren't we? Well...

Suddenly a change in attitude. Interesting indeed...this woman.

Enjoy the spoils of victory, Misaki...I have a feeling you and I will meet again very, very soon. We'll see how simple..or not simple as that you really are.

She starts to get up from her seat and leave Misaki's room. A productive conversation?

[misaki]

Good bye then.

Yoshida says and slowly stand up. She walks over to the door
and lock it. It isn’t the chase that she is afraid that somebody
might enter the room, but she like it to be alone in the shower
and when she switch her clothes. The Kimono falls down to the
floor as she unbuckle the belt of it. Yoshida looks in the big mirror
to see a reflection of herself. A weel trained body she has there,
her stomach if flat and you can see her six packs. She looks like
the dream of every man, if there wasn’t the things that she
wanted to hide. That needs to be hiden.

Yoshida let a sad gasp out as she starts to put on her casual
clothes. A pair of jeans and a nice long sleeve shirt. As she was
finished with doing that, she reach down to the floor and pic up
the Kimino. She carefully place it in the locker before she close it.
Yoshida leaves the locker room and walks down the corridor to
get something to eat in the near local.