Old, Unhappy, Far-Off Things

It had been years since she’d been in Japan. Two? Three? Ro wasn’t sure. AFW had been a blast, but slowly their trio had drifted apart. First John left, after accepting a good job with some private security contractor with a fancy name. That work took him all over the world, so he was never around. Then Amanda had decided to stop wrestling and go back to school in the States. That left Ro. Alone. In the house she and Amanda had previously shared. Oh, Ro had made enough to pay for the whole rent herself, it just felt like the good times at AFW had ended. Those were good years, but it had become time to move on. So, she spent the last two and a half years in an American promotion, touring different states but based in New York where all her old friends were.

The problem was, not long after Ro stopped missing her old friends in New York, she started missing Japan. It was a beautiful country, sure, but it was more than that. Ro had never had a better time in her life. It wasn’t just the good years, though. Ro had missed some people. In truth, Ro had missed one person in particular. Nevertheless, Ro told herself she just missed the thrill of AFW and the awesomeness of being in Japan. That’s why she hadn’t PLANNED this to be a vacation to see Army. She was going to see all sorts of sights, take in some matches, check out some touristy shit she didn’t get to see last time. But, she found herself thinking of Army more on the flight. She had planned to be a tourist today, but somehow she found herself back at the AFW complex not long after she had checked into her hotel. Getting inside was easy—half the security guards were fans, no one questioned why she was here. In fact, one worker even told her where Army was, in exchange for an autograph.


When Ro had gotten to the locker room, she instinctively went to her old locker. It wasn’t until she had gotten half way that she remembered she didn’t have a locker here. It didn’t matter anyway, but it still felt weird. It was like going back to one’s high school decades after graduating. In fact, the entire experience of being inside the AFW building was weird. Half of Ro was sad. She was an outsider here in a place she once belonged, even if some people weren’t treating her that way. Nevertheless, she was vividly aware that this wasn’t her home. At the same time, she was also glad to be back. It was a feeling of nostalgia that made her a little happy.

Putting all those feelings aside, Ro crept about, poking her head into the shower room, looking down the rows of lockers, until she finally figured out where Army was…



((--I'm not back. This is a VERY limited engagement, an exclusive. I'm not doing other threads.--))

Something was wrong.

Army was relaxing, chilling out after a long, hard workout in Tension’s sauna, enjoying the steamy air. He’d never been in a sauna before, thought they were just something old wrinkly guys did after they had a good workout. But no, a young dude such a himself could get quite a bit out of it, too. Good for the pores, he supposed. Let the skin breathe. Probably a bunch of scientific things that he wasn’t close to being aware of.

It was also a good thing that the place was quiet, that no one else was around, because it was one of the few chances he had to really stop and take stock of his life. Wrestling was a chaotic lifestyle at the best of times, but it seemed like this year was more so than ever for the Rodriguez clan. There was that stuff with the Shaws and his cousin, Carmen stepping back into the ring and chomping at the bit for a title shot, the series he was trying to set up with Hawkeye for reason that even he didn’t full get yet, and Blue Imugi.

Just...everything with Imugi.

Lots of new faces coming into his life. New challenges. New matches. New everything. He didn’t mind that, really, but as he sat there and melted into the foggy haze of the sauna, he couldn’t help thinking about the old days. The way he’d came in, back when it was such a pain in the ass to get a match at all…

That was about where his head was when he got the unnerving sensation that he wasn’t alone. Did someone enter? He hadn’t heard the door opening, but he swore he could feel the air shift in the room, the subtle way it does when a door’s opened in an enclosed space like this. Air pressure or something he didn’t really understand.

Shouldn’t have bothered him, this was a public place. But there was something familiar about the presence he was feeling, something that itched at the back of his neck. ”Yo?” Curious, he wrapped the towel around his naked waist and opened the door to the sauna, poking his head out to take a look around. ”Anybody there?” He grumbled as a thought occurred to him. ”Felina, if this is some late April Fool’s shit…”

Before Ro opened the door to the sauna, she needed to get her clothes off. Obviously. She couldn’t have all that sweat and yuckyness getting into her clothes, then she’d have to go back to her room and change! No, no, couldn’t have that. The upshot was, Ro’s clothes were in a neat little pile near the door as she opened it. She was completely naked, not even a towel, her massive tits and sexy, just-right toned abs exposed to the world.

Ro crept against the side of the wall, reaching out to open the door…but she was immediately spotted! Soon enough, Army poked his head out to call for whoever was out there. He was GOOD, sensing her approach before she even got through the door. But she guessed wrong, it wasn’t Felina. Ro didn’t even know who that was.

“Guess again, muscles!” Ro said with an evil laugh as she suddenly rushed off the wall and grabbed for Army’s neck, trying to squeeze it TIGHT and thrust him back against the wall of the sauna, hopefully getting him in position to simultaneously choke him, thrust her massive tits against his chest, and force her lips against his in a tight, rough, sloppy kiss.

Ro Larren.

If Army lived to be a million years old, he would never forget Ro Larren. While she wasn’t the first woman he’d faced in the AFW, she was the first he’d ever fought and enjoyed, the one who showed him just how fun and exciting and absolutely hot mixed wrestling could. They’d fought once, then unofficially many, many times, with each encounter having some mix of sex and violence. While they were never a couple in the traditional sense of the word, there was nothing traditional about them, so that was fine. He got her. She got him. They just sort of fit.

And she’d been out of his life for...god. Two years? Three? Just about.

And there she was. Just there. Big and beautiful and naked.

And there he was. Looking at her big and beautiful and naked self, while he was wearing about the same thing.

What happened next could’ve only been more predictable if they’d been magnetized. Ro was all over him in an instant, kissing him and choking him, pressing against him, enveloping him in the way that only she could. So many familiar feelings took over and his body ran with them, returning the kiss, eager for it.

At the same time, there was a warning siren going off in the back of his head, and it was getting louder with each second, each moment that they enjoyed their heat. He reached up at her arm and pulled at it, failed, remembered how ridiculously strong she was, then pulled harder, desperate to get some air and speak. ”H...hi, Ro…”

This. Was. Perfect.

Everything about Army was perfect. Everything was exactly as she remembered it. His body was sexy and muscular, chiseled, perfect, just as it has been before. In fact, he may even have improved since the last time she saw him. His body reacted perfectly to her, as if their long separation was just a monetary pause. He kissed back, their tongues forcing together, while he fought against her choke.

Ro loved this. The ecstasy of competition, a fighting edge to any sexual contact. It was why she always loved fighting and fucking Army. He knew exactly what she wanted, she knew exactly what he wanted, and it matched perfectly. Just like they matched perfectly now.

“Shhh, no hables, guapo.” Someone had been practicing with the Duolingo, at least enough to get up to the tu form of commands. It was funny, Ro had never made any effort to learn Japanese while living in Japan, but for some reason she had been practicing with Spanish off and on since she came home from AFW.

Ro smirked, feeling his strong, muscular hands pry at her wrist, trying to get some air. She loosened a bit, sliding her hand down his body and grabbing his towel to yank it away. “Not unless you’re gonna whisper some sweet sexiness in my ear…” They WOULD talk, but Ro wanted at least a little more of this. She leaned in close, turning to kiss at his neck, her ear towards him…when suddenly she gave him a moderate bite and sucked hard. It wasn’t a full blown, pierce the skin bite like she’d done in fights, but it would be a helluva hickey.

It was so easy to get lost in Ro Larren. She was a drug - the more Army had of her, the more he wanted. Addiction. Yeah, he’d been off of her for years now, and he’d been with other women, and he’d had relationships, and he’d fucked and fought and done all of that, but there was no kicking the habit. All it took was the feel of her tongue against his, whipping about as her hand squeezed the life out of him, and he was hooked all over again.

He chuckled at her Spanish - not bad, even if it sounded weird with her accent - then let out a low, roaring growl as her teeth sunk into his neck, digging deep, setting his flesh on fire. He kept one of his hands at her wrist, still pulling it away from his throat, but the other reached around her waist and gave as good as he got, raking his fingernails along her skin, digging into those familiar, hardened muscles, every bit as unyielding as he remembered.

He pushed off the wall, then spun around and slammed her back into it, hammering her hard enough to make the walls shake. Head to head, eye to eye, he pressed against her, and with the towel gone there wasn’t any way to hide how the moment was affecting him. He slammed their foreheads together, a move that was only a small stepdown from a full-fledged headbutt, as he decided to test her Spanish. ”¿Extráñame?”

Even now, that siren was growing louder, to the point where he couldn’t ignore it for much longer, not matter how good Ro felt against him or how heavenly it felt when their hips rocked against each other.

Ro growled back into Army’s neck as his finger nails scratched down her body, dragging across her abs and her sides, leaving scratch marks. It wasn’t a growl of protest, it was more like a command for more, to go harder. Army soon obliged as he pushed her and spun her around, eye to eye, looking back at her with his rock-hard cock pointed straight at him. Suddenly, Ro let out a yelp as Army headbutted him, knocking her head back into the wooden wall She was dazed for a second when she heard him speak.

With the heat, the arousal, and the clonk to her head, Ro could get what he said but it took her second to remember what to say. “Mmm…mmm…” She let out, wrapping her arms around Army’s boddy. Suddenly, she pulled him in close, wrapping her arms underneath his and around his body in a tight bearhug. “Mmm yeah, yo extrano el sexo, la violencia, tu fuerza, y tu…” It was conjugated in present tense instead of past and had an unnecessary yo, but it was some decent Gringo sounding Spanish. For some reason, it was hard to focus on conjugation while this sexy beast was in her arms.

Ro squeezed tighter, pancaking her breasts against Army’s sexy abs, hugging him tightly, crushing his back and ribs with her arms…when suddenly, she let up a bit. “Heh…if we play in here we’re liable to get burnt on that stove thing….though that could be fun, element of risk, heh.” She chuckled, her bearhug more like a snug embrace now. She leaned in and kissed up his neck, his chin, his cheek, his ear, until she leaned in and whispered. “Miss me, too, muscles?” She whispered, then gently nibbled on his earlobe.

God damn it.

God damn it, god damn it.

That little siren wasn’t so little anymore. He was working against Ro, feeling her, savoring every inch of her. Even with all the sexiness going on, he couldn’t help but blurt out a laugh at her attempt at Spanish - not the worst he’d heard, ten times better than most of the drunk teenagers who plagued Puerto Rico every Spring Break, but still chuckleworthy.

Ro was funny. Ro was sexy. Two years ago, and they would’ve stayed in this room for hours, just chatting and fighting and fucking to their heart’s content or until the dehydration got them. That would’ve been their normal.

But it wasn’t two years ago, it was right now. And right now, Army’s life was a bit more complicated than that.

So, with a heavy heart, he suddenly eased up, closed his eyes, gently rested her forehead against her, and said a word he never thought he’d tell Ro Larren.

”Stop.”

Ro’s brain was still stuck in two years ago, but that all changed when Army told her to stop. She had thought she’d come back and visit Army and it’d be exactly like old times. But something was wrong. Army had never told her to stop quite like that before. It was so serious, he meant it.

And just like that, it stopped. She very gently pushed on his shoulders to back him up, releasing the hug as she looked him over. There was silence for a second as she locked eyes with him, a stoic look on her face.

“I shouldn’t have left.” Ro said with a heavy voice, looking down slightly “What happened?” Something changed while she was gone. He wasn’t stopping just because he wanted to catch up. Ro sighed, bracing herself for bad news.

Army had to stop and stare for a moment when Ro stopped. Sure, he’d asked her to, so that alone didn't’ surprise him, but he was just amazed that she could do it on a dime like that. She had so much energy, so much force to her, so much crazy momentum, it was like watching a speeding freight train hit the breaks and come to a dead stop. Something he didn't’ even think physically possible, and yet…

He sighed and planted a hand against his head, rubbing out the sweat before it could drip down to his eyes.

”No, you didn’t. I’m super happy to see you, you have no idea.” He had a sad, soft smile as he looked her way, knowing he meant that. Sex or no sex, fighting or no fighting, Ro was probably one of the best friends he’d ever had. Always fun, always laughing, never judging, listening to all the stupid stuff he said, just being great to hang with.

”It’s just…it’s complicated. I kind of found someone recently, and…” Why was this so hard to get out? It wasn’t like he and Ro ever had any obligations to each other, it was always a no-strings sort of situation. He didn’t cheat on her. And yet there was this weird dread washing over him, like he was in danger of her walking out of this sauna and never crossing paths with him again.