The Way To A Woman's Heart... (For Alexandra)

A slight shiver ran through Angel's body, as Carmen leaned in, running that finger over her chest. She kept her smirk on, looking up at Carmen, folding her arms back behind her head. She looked rather relaxed about the entire situation. <Bigger in size, maybe, but when it comes to that ring, girl, I'm a damn giant. All the rest of you are little girls, running around my feet hoping for a piece of what I've got...>

She started to stand, looking quite eager as she rose up out of her seat. <Don't worry though. You're going to get a taste of what I can do, girl. I just hope you don't make the same mistake of underestimating me that so many others have made.> She smirked again, stepping past Carmen, lightly bumping her shoulder into the other woman's as she passed her, moving back into the living room and towards her bag, leaning down to lift it back up. She looked over her shoulder towards Carmen, calling back to her. <Where should I change at?>

Confident. Strong. Sure of herself. Sexy. Carmen could see how a woman like Angel had made it to the top. If Angel had any doubts, she didn't let them show. It was the sort of strength Carmen had been taught to exude, the same strength she'd seen in some of the best boxers. In another life, Angel would have been great with the gloves on.

<"I don't think a taste is going to fill me up, but we'll see."> She bumped back as Angel moved into her, sizing up a little of her strength as she passed and enjoying the skin contact, too. She watched - closely - as Angel made her way into the living room for her stuff, and asked a very interesting question. Where to change, indeed.

<"I'd be fine with you changing right there."> They were a little past the point of being coy, so there was no need to hold back her first, though. <"But you can do it wherever you like, any room. Bathroom's straight down the hall. My house is your house."> She made her way over to the mat and started to tape up, wrapping her fists up. Carmen wasn't expecting things to get too extreme - though she wouldn't mind if they did - but it never hurt to put on some protection.

<Wherever I want, huh? May as well just change here, then...>

Ordinarily, Angel would have done the polite thing, and stepped into another room to change. Something about Carmen though, was making her feel less then modest, and she didn't mind changing here in front of her. Plus, she decided, with the way the woman was looking at here, she figured she could throw her off her game a little bit with the changing of her outfits.

She dropped her bag again, letting it slide back down to the floor, and turned away from Carmen, leaning down towards her bag, letting her ass stick straight up into the air as she unzipped it, shuffling around it for a moment before straightening back up. She stood there with her back still turned to her fellow Latina, and reached down, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt, then began to pull it straight off, revealing underneath the sports bra she had teased Carmen about before underneath. A dark black number, that if Carmen could view from the front she would see really was just a little bit too tight, hugging Angel's breasts just a little bit too snug. She let her shirt drop down to the floor beside her back, then she reached for the front of her jeans, slowly unzipping them and letting them slide down her legs, revealing not just the full length of them, but a well-fitting pair of black panties underneath, giving Carmen a nice view of Angel's tight, firm buttocks. She stepped out of the jeans, then leaned back down, shoving them and the shirt into the bag. Then, she pulled out a pair of gym shorts, also black in color, which she began to slip back onto her legs, revealing that just as she promised, they were just a tiny bit too short, letting Carmen see almost every single inch of her long, beautiful legs.

Once her gym shorts were in place, Angel turned back to face Carmen again, flashing her another one of her infamous grins. <Well, girl? Ready to get this rumble started...?>

For a moment, Carmen did worry she was being a little too forward. Angel was flirty, sure. There was some clear attraction. But as good as Carmen was at reading people in the ring, she could mess things up in a grand fashion outside of it. Always worried about the wrong word, sounding too cheesy, going a little too far. Women were complicated.

It turned out, she didn't need to worry, not even a little bit.

Carmen was half-joking before - she would have loved her to change right there, but she never thought the Champion would do it. It turned out she was ready and willing to meet any challenge, even the play-play ones. Carmen's tapping slowed to a near standstill as she watched Angel strip down, admiring her form all the way. She'd caught glimpses of it, here and there, when Angel was dancing on the stage. She'd felt those legs when they played under the table. But none of that was a substitute for seeing it like this. She could make out every muscle. Every curve. She was small, but there was so much power in that body, packed it without losing a sliver of femininity.

She wasn't just sexy - she was gorgeous. Beautiful. For a moment, Carmen lost herself in the dream, but she snapped out of it when Angel spoke up, closing her gaping mouth with an audible snap and turning to the side so she could hide the blush.

<"Ready, ready!"> She hurried to finish up the tape and made her way to the mat, standing in the center and giving herself some slaps in the face. Focus. Focus. Angel was trying to throw her off, it was all part of the mind game. She could move past it and focus on the fight. This wouldn't be like the last time she fought a woman outside the boxing ring - she wouldn't let her urges get the better of her. She could handle Friction.

Carmen brought up her fists and hardened her face as her muscles tensed. She didn't have a body that could match Angel's in sensuality, but she had power and stamina, and her body showed it off just as well. A flex here and there. A tight fist. Solid eyes. <"Ready.">

Angel couldn't help herself but to grin at Carmen's reaction, the woman seeming flustered by Angel already. Normally she would have done the modest thing and went to change in the bedroom or something, but hey...Carmen was the one that said she could change there. If the woman was going to get flustered over Angel's toned, curved body, that was her fault. Angel just hoped she would get her head back into the game for their spar.

She stepped after her, moving onto the mat in front of Carmen, and lifted up her own arms, falling into a defensive stance of her own. She took a moment to glance over Carmen again, nodding in approval of her fellow Latina's body and her stance. Just from looking at her, Angel could tell she was packing a good amount of power in those arms. No matter what, she would have to avoid Carmen's punches. Angel had taken a lot of beatings before, but judging from what she knew of Carmen, she definitely did not want to let the woman get in any of those dangerous blows on her.

The time for words was over. Angel gave Carmen another nod, gazing into her eyes for just a moment, before suddenly lunging in towards her, lifting her arms towards the boxer. She was aiming to lock up with her, wanting to get a firsthand feel for Carmen's strength, for Carmen's power, wanting to see if see was just as mighty as she seemed to be.

Carmen looked past the incredibly sexy woman in front of her and tried to see her as a pure opponent, see the danger in those legs and not just how lovely and luscious they were. Angel's stance was more defensive - maybe she was a little cautious? Carmen had the reach, she had the speed, she had the power. But if Angel's kicks were fast enough, that reach wouldn't matter. And while she was fast, Angel's speed was legendary. And power wouldn't mean anything if she couldn't land a solid hit.

Carmen looked down, glancing at Angel's legs, expecting the attack to come from there. By the time she brought her eyes back up, Angel was on her.

She'd expected the Champion to stay at mid-range, not risk a close fight where Carmen had more options, so the tie up took her off guard and the difference in wrestling experience showed - Carmen was just barely able to get her hands up in time to lock up. Angel pushed her back. Two steps. Three. Four. Close to coming off the mat...

Carmen's senses kicked in at the last second and she put her foot down, stopping the push dead. She wasn't a kicker like Angel, but that didn't mean her legs lacked for strength, and it showed as her thighs hardened. She tensed up and pushed forward, putting her weight into it the charge.

For a brief, brief moment, Angel felt disappointed as she locked up with Carmen. She was forcing her backwards a lot more then she had thought she would, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed by it. Had she really taken Carmen that much by surprise?

But then, Carmen started to get serious, starting to push back against Angel. The white-haired woman grinned at the feeling. This was what she had been expecting. She could feel Carmen's strength surging through her, stopping Angel from making any more progress. In fact, it was taking away her progress, the boxer starting to forced Angel back by one step, by two, then by three.

<Mm...just as strong as you look>, Angel muttered through grit teeth, as she starting to redouble her own efforts. She let her own body tense up, her feet planting themselves solidly against the mat, her own legs tightening up, standing like tree trunks to halt Carmen's efforts in forcing her back. <Not strong enough, though!> She clenched her hands tighter, and let out a low groan, as she tried to push back against Carmen again, trying once more to force her towards the edge of the mat.

Despite wrestling for a little while now, this was the first time Carmen had been in a lockup as far as she could remember. Her usual tactic would have just been to slip around it and score a few quick shots before her opponent could realize the folly. Not with Angel, though. That just was not happening.

Carmen couldn't help but mix a chuckle in with her low growl as she pushed, but that little hope spot was dashed when Angel brought in the real power, and suddenly Carmen felt like she would have had better luck with a brick wall. At least a brick wall wouldn't push back like this. Carmen wasn't staggering, she was sliding along the mat, getting pushed back despite her solid stance. Worst yet, her best tools were trapped in the lockup. If she could get a hand free, she could batter her way up, Angel's grip was too tight for escape like this. No, she'd have to get a little tricky.

Carmen stopped pushing and started pulling, yanking her arm in to draw Angel towards her and raising her knee for a shot to the gut, taking a page out of MMA. Not her usual style, but she could already tell this fight would have her reaching deep into her arsenal.

...wait. Spar, not fight. Spar. Right.

Angel hadn't been expecting that. She had gotten so wrapped up in the lock up, so engrossed in her attempts to overpower Carmen, that the idea that the boxer would try a different tactic just seemed crazy to her.

She was yanked straight in towards Carmen as the woman pulled her in, Angel's own momentum bringing her straight into Carmen's knee. Her eyes went wide, as she felt that knee driving itself straight into her gut, driving the air right out of her body. She stood there, stunned by the sudden blow, partially leaning against Carmen as she gasped for arm, her legs seeming shaky underneath her. Not nearly as solid and as stiff as they had been before, that was for sure.

It was risky - there were a lot of ways that could have backfired. But there's no reward without a little risk, and Carmen certainly got that payoff - scoring the first hit on Angel was going to be a moment she'd treasure for a long time.

She had Angel at close range, and while the temptation to just start battering away her was strong, Carmen had a better idea in mind. She pull out of the lockup and wrapped her arms around Angel's chest, catching her in a bearhug, bringing their bodies close. Aside from just wanting to feel Angel's body against hers, it was a good way to weaken the Lightning Latina, a submission that put her arms to good use.

She smirked, pressing her forehead against Angel's. "Gotcha."