Unsanctioned Match Shenaniganz

Spoiler:

Clyde T. Gastin was at the gym this afternoon. Sporting a simple white T-shirt, red running shorts and white sneakers as he practiced inside a lone wrestling ring. Stretching his arms, his legs, back and neck with a few muscle working stretches before he took a deep breath and ran up the turnbuckle before kicking his legs out, falling onto the ropes and letting himself flip over to land right on his feet.

"Phew!" He exclaimed, impressed that he could more or less pull off the rope assisted moonsault. He tried again once more, running up the turnbuckle, turning in mid air, kicking his legs out and letting the back of his thighs hit the ropes before...

"AUGH!" He went too fast and his flipped himself hard on the canvas, stomach first. "Ow." He muttered, before standing up and rotating his arm, figuring he just needed more practice.

Druscilla entered the wrestling gym in unusually good spirits, all things considered. Sure, she'd lost her last match, but she really hadn't been intended to win that one anyway, right? It did bring up one important issue to the Aussie, however: that her sparring partners up to this point have all been women, and half of her matches now have been against men. Perhaps she should try to mix up her repertoire a bit?

With a bag of miscellaneous gym supplies flung over her shoulder the curvy brunette sauntered inside and sulked a little. It was nearly vacant today. Putting that idea aside she scurried off to the locker rooms only to return a few minutes later in some more unusual workout gear.

She wore a blue chiangsam slit well up the thigh and her long hair nestled up into a pair of tight buns. Still smoothing out the tights as she stepped through the door she spotted a young man practicing some high risk maneuvers to mixed results. Sauntering up to the edge of the ring she rested her elbows upon the apron, waiting for him to notice the Australian Chun Li who watched him.

Chun Li Cosplay:

Clyde was about to go for another rope assisted moonsault when he turned and noticed a Caucasian looking woman in Asian style attire watching him. And being a child of the nineties, it didn't take long for Clyde to recognize who this woman was dressed as. She was very attractive and alluring, but the boy was a little curious.

"Howdy." He said with a friendly smile as he waved to Dru. A little flattered he was gaining some attention.

Druscilla wiggled her fingers at Clyde in a coquettish little wave as he stopped to address her. As he spoke she leaned forward slightly, her breasts resting and lifted slightly by the ring as she picked herself up slightly on her elbows to stand on her tip-toes. "G'day! That was some brilliant bouncin' round ya were doin' there! I'd break my bloody neck if I tried anythin' like that!" The bubbly Aussie chittered happily with her thick accent.

As they spoke her eyes wandered over him appraisingly, and some of that was even her being slightly professional. He seemed to be in very good shape; dexterous and well toned... he probably had a cute butt too.

Clyde blinked as he heard this woman speak, realizing she sounded very... Down Under. And with that style of dress Clyde had to wonder if she was related to Lu Jiao Jocelyn.

"It takes some practice, yeah! Took me a long while ta' get good at it too but I don't mind showin' ya thing er two if ya want. By the way, would you uh... Would you happen ta' be related ta' a woman named Jocelyn? Lu Jiao Jocelyn?" Clyde asked curiously while nervously scratching the back of his head.

With a faint smile Dru would shake her head 'no' at the question, still leaning on the apron in an absently flirtatious manner. "Nah, sorry, mate, I dunno anyone by that name. She another wrestler round here?" Not waiting for more of an invitation than she'd already received, which wasn't really any invitation at all, she took a hold of the bottom rope and hoisted herself up to stand on the outside of the ropes. "There. Now I dun have to get a crick in me neck tryin' to talk to ya."

There was relief in hearing this woman wasn't related to Jocelyn.

"Yeah." He said simply before watching Dru get up on the ring apron, seeing her lean all the ropes in a manner that had Clyde eyeing her up from head to toe in that get up.

"Heh! That good. You a wrestler here? Maybe you wanna have a lil' spar?" He asked curiously as he rotated his arm.

A bright smile flashed over Dru's face as the man invited her in for a little one-on-one time. She bounced lightly upon her toes, which caused her assets to jiggle in syncopation, and gave a playful laugh, "Oi thought ya'd never ask!" Extending a silk sheathed leg she stepped through the ropes, ducking through the middle and coming to stand in front of him. "Oi'm mostly on the Friction side o' things, but now and then I get over to Tension. I sorta play both sides, if ya catch what oi'm sayin."

"Yeah?" Clyde muttered with a grin as the busty beauty got in the while the cowboy eyed all those curves and bouncing assets. He had a sly look the whole time.

"A moonlighter? Guess it's my lucky day!" he quipped as he held his hands out.

"Ding ding?" He said, ready to lock hands.

Dru had a decision to make here: stick to her strengths, or play up her costume. Taking up a fighting stance she smirked at Clyde and began to bounce upon her toes. As she danced her breasts moved on the off-beats. "Mebbe it's a lucky day for both of us. Hmm?"

With a playful wink Druscilla closed in with a comical little hop before swinging out a long, thick leg for a quick kick at her partner's side. She lacked Chun-Li's flexibility for high kicks, meaning nothing above his hip was in any real danger.