One late night at the gym...

He kept his hands clasped tightly, refusing to give up his arm. The fight had, indeed, been intense, as made evident by the profuse sweat dripping from him and his heavy breaths. But he endured relentlessly. Had she been any stronger, he wasn't sure if he'd have been able to fight her off.

He'd started forcing his body weight against her to try and break the hold, or at least force her to change her strategy when he refused to let her get the armbar locked in.

And then the pressure was gone, as was the need for him to resist anymore. He'd started moving away trying to avoid letting her get her legs around him, figuring she'd changed her strategy, only to feel her kick him away. He rolled away and pushed to his feet slowly, eyeing her curiously. "A real match?" He asked between breaths. ""You sure? Just know I wont hold back then. I didn't come here to lose."

"Oh, really? You didn't come here to get your ass kicked." Her innocent smile returned, as she skipped over his way."Well, people don't go to Vegas to lose, either. But guess what? That's what keeps on happening. So."

She threw Stone a devilish glance before she moved over to Adrian and wrapped her arms around his waist. It was slow, sensual, not an attack, but she stayed cautious and didn't press against him just yet. Reading his reactions."You're new, so I'm guessing you don't know about this whole golden ticket thing. Right?"

He watched her curiously as she spoke, smirking when she implied that he'd be losing this proposed match. "You only lose in Vegas when you gamble. I'm not gambling." He said confidently, adding to her analogy.

He just continued to watch her as she approached and didn't even bother to pull back as she slowly embraced him. It just made him that much more curious. "Golden ticket, huh? Okay 'Willie Wonka', I'll bite. What are you talking about?" He asked, obviously not aware of this 'golden ticket' rule. "Or, is this like your fake gym fee too?"

"Life's a gamble." She dared to move in closer and pressed her body against his, feeling his stomach against her chest, letting their sweat mingle where the skin touched. She held him a little tighter and placed a few soft, tentative kisses on his skin. Just sampling his taste, savoring the unique flavor.

"But let's save the deep stuff for later." She looked up, resting her chin in the middle of his chest. "To make a short story even shorter, it's a rule the GM put in place for the female side. Any girl can make a match with any guy anytime she wants, and she can fight in any setting with any rules. So if I say I want to have, like, a match where dressed up like ballerinas and fight in a bowl of figgy pudding, they have to make that happen. Anything and everything you'd ever want.""

She curled her fingers and ran them along his spine, giving him scratches around the bones. "So what kind of match do you want to have, tough guy? And fair warning." She squeezed a bit tighter, enough to make some pain. "I don't do hentai. Like to keep my sex on the bed, so none of that. Anything else is fair game."

"Maybe... I guess." He tentatively agreed as she moved in closer, pressing her body into his. Funny, he hadn't realized how soft her form had been when she was still trying to kick his ass. He watched her curiously, letting his guard down just a bit as she seemed to become much more friendly. And even further when he felt her lips against his chest.

"Uh... right... later." He replied, obviously having been surprised by her sudden change in demeanor. From outright aggression, to affectionate in mere moments. He listened to her explanation of the rule and frowned just a bit, wishing he'd taken the time to get more information about the rules of AFW. The opposing side, he'd just realized, had a rather overwhelming advantage. "Doesn't seem like I have much of a choice in the matter, do I? Kinda seems like that's the point, though." He replied. She hadn't been an easy spar... and he shuddered to think what might happen if all the cards were stacked in her favor. Hell, he could end up fighting the entire group of them. And it'd be sanctioned! He glanced toward the other two for a moment before returning his gaze down to Mako.

A shudder of a different kind came over him then when he felt her nails dragging along his spine. He wriggled just a bit and found that she had a pretty solid grip on him and his teeth clenched a bit as she squeezed tighter, compressing his chest a bit.

He was squirming. He was cute when he squirmed.

The affection was a sudden change, true, but that was really the point. A lot of girls would have been turned off by his body, repulsed by the scars. In her eyes, the wear and tear just enhanced the image. She wanted to know where he'd gotten them. She wanted to make a few of her own.

"I want to give you a choice, pretty boy." She snickered and pulled away, unwrapping her arms so she could run a hand down his chest. "Don't get shy on me. This league's chock full of pussy-ass pansy little boys, hate to think you're one of them." She traced his scars with her fingers, running along the edges. She followed his glance to he partners and shook her head. "I could think up a few things, if you're really drawing blanks. But don't worry, I'm not bringing them into the mix. It'll be just you and me, whatever happens. I'm greedy like that."

He swallowed hard, watching her eyeing his scars. At first, he'd felt the uncomfortable wave of heat brought on by his self-consciousness. Clearly her reaction to them was not what he was used to. She was looking at them with a sense of admiration, even affection. This girl was a strange one, for sure... but it was comforting to know at least one wouldn't be put-off by the scars... though they would have offered him a mental had she been as wary of them as others had been in the past.

He let out the rest of the breath that had been caught in his lungs by Mako's tight embrace once she'd let go. His eyes followed her hand curiously as her fingers brushed against the scarred flesh, sending chills down his spine once again. "I like to think I already proved I'm not." He suggested. "I'll take on anyone, anywhere, anytime." He declared confidently.

"Careful what you wish for." She gave his chest a hard pinch, before quickly stepping back out of his range. Just having a little fun, enjoying the feel of him without the pain on her end. She turned to her fellow Valkyries, eager for some input. "Girls, thoughts?"

Stone leaned back in her chair, crossing her fingers behind her head. "I think if I have to sit here and see you groping this guy for another minute, I'll puke." She scoffed and looked Adrian over, head to toe. Not impressed. "No Holds Barred, obviously. Falls Count Anywhere."

"And a Backstage Brawl." Divine finally put her iPhone away long enough to chime in. She'd been paying more attention since the fighting stopped and things got a bit sensual. Seeing Mako's sexier side was a rare thing, after all. Couldn't let it slip by. "Love those, haven't seen a good one since we came here."

"Works for me." She nodded and turned back to Adrian, leaning his way with a crooked smile. "Sound like a date? If you can't back up all this shit you're talking, I'll leave you bloody on the floor. Fair warning."

He winced and pulled away from the pinch, but seeing the grin on her face, he realized it for what it was and didn't bother to retaliate. As she looked to her teammates for suggestions, he listened curiously.

As they offered their ideas, he found himself feeling pretty comfortable with their choices. He looked to Stone as she spoke up and listened. No holds barred, he was used to that. Falls anywhere... that just meant he didn't have to deal with ring-out rules and all that. Then to Divine. Backstage brawl... that could get tricky considering there were likely to be no real rules of any kind, other than the conditions for victory. Weapons would be a concern, as he wasn't the type to use them. Who knew if she would be, or not.

"Fine with me, on all counts." He replied finally, looking back to Mako with confident smirk. "Name the time and place, little lady." He chuckled a bit, seeming unphased by her threat. That same threat came in the form of a promise back home while he was still in MMA.

He winced and pulled away from the pinch, but seeing the grin on her face, he realized it for what it was and didn't bother to retaliate. As she looked to her teammates for suggestions, he listened curiously.

As they offered their ideas, he found himself feeling pretty comfortable with their choices. He looked to Stone as she spoke up and listened. No holds barred, he was used to that. Falls anywhere... that just meant he didn't have to deal with ring-out rules and all that. Then to Divine. Backstage brawl... that could get tricky considering there were likely to be no real rules of any kind, other than the conditions for victory. Weapons would be a concern, as he wasn't the type to use them. Who knew if she would be, or not.

"Fine with me, on all counts." He replied finally, looking back to Mako with confident smirk. "Name the time and place, little lady." He chuckled a bit, seeming unphased by her threat. That same threat came in the form of a promise back home while he was still in MMA.