She Wants To Move

”Dude, I still can’t believe you put in that last part. You are such a buzzkill sometimes, I swear.”

Willy just shook his head as he looked at his partner from across the training ring, gazing on him with the slightest sense of betrayal. Theo knew exactly where he was coming from, too - when they agreed to reach out for a sparring partner, they were both aware of the possibilities. The AFW was legendary for its ‘spars’. Spontaneous matches that wound up turning into extremely raunchy affairs. You heard stories about guys getting drained in the middle of the ring while people worked out and watched, of being dragged off to the locker room for all sorts of insane extracurricular activities.

Willy, naturally, would’ve been all for that. Theo, however, was looking to do some real training, some serious teambuilding - if Willy wanted to get lewd, he could do it on his own time.

”Excuse me for being bothered about our losing streak, man.” Theo stood up and arched his back, putting his bare chest on display - he had a good, solid body, no harm in showing off. With his blue workout trunks and Willy’s red pair to match, the two of them cut an impressive figure in the ring, giving off the vibe of two strong, strapping youths ready to take on the world. ”Just try to leave your charm at the door for once, okay? We only got the one hit, and I’d rather not scare her away.”

Willy just shrugged, flopped to his back, and started doing sit-ups, getting in some good reps with his abs at an impressive pace. For as big of a goofball as Theo’s tag partner could be, he didn’t skimp in the gym. ”I make no promises, man. It’s instinct, sometimes it just slips in.”

That got a quick, scoffing laugh from Theo, but he didn’t push that bullshit any further, content to just let him go at it for a little while longer. He reached into his pocket and whipped out his phone - 2:58 now, just a couple more minutes before their partner showed up. With any luck, Willy would be on his best behavior and they could make this a relatively productive couple of hours.

Days before…

Passing the message board in the Tension gym, Isa Armstrong paused as one of the slips pinned there caught her eye. Technically, she was (to her knowledge) only signed to Friction but she liked to know what her options were.

And she’d got used to sparring with men as well as women; it was a different experience with different benefits (but just as rewarding in its own way). So heading down here to check out what Tension’s facilities were like had just seemed a good idea after settling in properly.

She hadn’t really been after anything in particular but…

Isa let her eyes play over the list of requirements once more then, taking a moment to glance up and down the corridor, casually tore the message away and tucked it into her jeans pocket.

No reason to let anyone else in on the action, right?

A quick exchange of texts with someone calling himself ‘Theo’ and Isa was all set.

Hey, at least she wasn’t going to be stuck sitting around her apartment Saturday afternoon (or just getting lost as she tried to find her way around Tokyo).

On the day, Isa arrived and ducked into the locker room to change before slipping into the gym and glancing around. It was unsurprisingly pretty active but one of the rings stood out immediately, where two guys were just hanging out and chatting – not to mention checking the time.

Jackpot, Isa thought, heading over.

“Well, hi there,” She called as she approached, making sure she had their attention.

For the spar, Isa had picked out what she thought of as a black battle bikini, sturdy enough to be comfortable and durable but definitely leaning heavily on the sexy side of the Force in cut. A sleeveless fishnet shirt covered her top and black wraps covered her hands but that was all she wore.

Sauntering up the steps, she ducked smoothly through the ropes, gesturing down at herself.

“I’m Isa. I hear you boys were looking for a sparring partner?”

Theo didn’t know what to expect from their sparring partner. He knew that she wasn’t one of the more well-known names in Tension, hadn’t heard of her before, but that in itself meant little - there was plenty of untapped potential on the roster. He wasn’t even sure if he really wanted a female partner, knowing how easily Willy could be distracted.

At the end of the day, he figured it was the right choice.Wrestling women was their job, it made sense that their sparring partner be of the opposite sex. Theo had to just hope that the woman who showed up was of a mind to have a serious spar, wanted to improve, and wasn’t someone trying to play them.

She showed up in a bikini. So there was that.

Theo’s face scrunched up, not sure what to make of her at the first moment. She was a newer face, so there was that, they could all learn together. She had a great body, too, was in top shape, so she could keep up. And he supposed it might’ve been a little sexist of him to fault her choice of attire. They weren’t wearing much more themselves. He just had to hope Willy would be on his best behavior.

”You heard right, babe.”

Those hopes were growing slimmer by the second.

Willy was already making his way over to Isa, hands on hips, doing little to hide his interest in the dark-skinned beauty’s...everything. Sighing, Theo hurried over to move beside his partner, ready to do any necessary damage control. ”You’re in the right place, thanks for showing up. I’m Theo, this is Willy-”

”Will.” He cut in and threw a little elbow in Theo’s shoulder. ”Will’s fine, just Will. Nice meeting you, Isa.” He gave her a knowing smirk and stepped back to do a few stretches. One’s that showed his chest off, strange enough. ”You been wrestling long?”

Now that she was in the ring, Isa had the opportunity to better size up her… well, let’s call them her ‘opposition’. Her sparring partners. That sort of thing.

Exhibit A was the shorter of the two, rocking that old blue-eyed blond look, while his friend had dark red hair (the bottled variety, Isa judged). Both were tall, both were built in a way that she could only appreciate – nice and solid, Red Hair slightly more so than his friend but neither straying into what she’d view as unattractively overwrought.

Based purely on looks, Isa was definitely not opposed to a tumble on the mats – or in the sheets – with either boy.

Based entirely on first impressions though, Red Hair wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the tin. Which was also fine, she thought, taking in their interactions without any visible interest. Theo, the blond, was the smart one and Willy was the one who thought he was the smart one.

And the flirty one. For a given value of flirty.

“Long enough,” Isa offered coyly, not even bothering to hide her appreciation for the view she was getting as Willy flexed and stretched, “I’ve been pro for a little over a year now. We stretching?”

Which, while true, did leave out the three years she’d been doing BJJ.

Suiting actions to words, the half-Romani girl turned to the nearest set of ropes (one that had her sideways on to Theo and Willy), kicking one leg up high to brace it on the top cable before leaning into it until she felt it in her hamstrings.

Two could play that game.

Holding her deep stretch, she threw a sultry glance from under her eyelids at the boys.

“So what’s the plan?”

Give them plenty of rope…

”A year and counting, huh?” Willy nodded, definitely noticing that Isabela was noticing him. It was too early to tell if they were on the same page, but they were in the same book, no question. ”Wonder how I managed to miss you.”

Theo fought the strong urge to gag, but he couldn’t blame ‘Will’ too much for laying it on thick, here. Not when Isa was laying on a fair bit of it on her own. She couldn’t tell if there was a real attraction there or if it was just teasing, but the feelings were there, made all too clear from the attire and the looks and the tone. He’d been in the ring with Mariko Ishii. He knew when he was being sized up.

”We were just finishing up on stretching, but yeah, a little more can’t hurt.” Theo stood up straight, grabbed his ankle and pulled it up high behind his back, getting in a good quad stretch while Willy did a few ab rotations, mostly to show off his midsection. ”We’ll just...ah…”

All of the sudden, Theo lost his train of thought. Maybe the sight of Isabela stretching like that in that outfit had such an effect. A ‘Willy Moment’.

He snapped out of it quick, but probably not quick enough, if Willy’s snicker was anything to go by. He grunted, ignoring his bandmate before he spoke again with a cleared throat. ”But yeah. Willy and me have to work on a lot of things, I guess. Getting through submissions, working on counters, pinning positions, stuff like that. I figure the best way to do it is kind of a trade-off sort of spar - two of us go at it until a pin or a submission, then the winner takes on the person on the sidelines. That way we can always have someone watching, giving some pointers, being objective.” He pointed her way and shrugged. ”And if there’s something you want to work on improving with your own game, we can help you there, too. Give and take. Sound good?”

Isa’s answer to Willy was a noncommittal purr as she watched him stretch, eyeing the muscles moving in his chest and abdomen with all sorts of interest – quite a bit of it professional as she wondered how much of a squeeze that belly of his could take. It looked nice and taut, no fat to spoil the view and just as importantly no fat to cushion his abs from her thighs.

What wasn’t to like?

She also caught Theo’s little slip, her lips curling in amusement but otherwise she focused on leaning into her stretch as he set out his stall.

It was more or less what she’d been expecting after their note, though the exact formula was a bit different – still sounded fun though. It sounded like it ought to keep the match ups changing, given the loser would have time to recover between rounds.

Pulling her leg up and around, Isa whirled it to the ground, choosing to switch to her arms – holding one straight across her chest, using its mate to pull it further over, loosening her shoulders – as she nodded along to Theo’s proposition.

Simple enough, she could certainly work with that.

“And we just keep going until you’ve had enough?” She switched arms, nodded again as she thought it over – she wasn’t entirely sure if these two would be in the mood to help her with her own game after this though it was sweet of him to offer she supposed, “Sounds good to me. Do you two boys mind starting while I finish warming up?”

By a happy, happy coincidence, it would also give her a chance to see them in action – to see what they were bringing to the table before she actually got on the mats with one of them. Isa couldn’t honestly say whether she’d rather it was the big dumb one or the cute one but, this way, at least she wouldn’t have to pick.

Maybe Willy. He seemed like he’d be fun.

Shifting to stretching her triceps, Isa raised her eyebrows at the two, waiting for their decision.

Willy did not miss that purr coming from Isa as an answer. He could be a little dense when it came to picking up hints from the opposite sex, sometimes seeing things that were just innocent hints and taking them way to far - that was a common complaint, anyway. But with her, right now, there wasn’t an ambiguity that he could see - no, she was into him, giving him all the right looks, sending unmixed signals. They were on the same page, and he liked the story they were writing.

So it was a little disappointing when she wanted the two sausages at this party to start things out before he could have some personal fun with her. But okay. They could play that game. She wanted a show, she’d get a show.

”I’m down.” Willy smacked his fist into his palm and walked towards the center, waiting for Theo to do the same. ”How you feeling about it, Theo?”

For his part, Theo had a moment of iffiness - they wanted her here to spice things up, after all, not to do stuff they could’ve done alone. But that did seem like a silly objection the more he contemplated. A short bout would be good for them both, something to sharpen their teeth on. It wouldn’t take too long, and then they could get to the meat of things. ”All right, all right.” He shrugged and brought his focus forward, stepping out to meet his partner. ”You and me, Will. Let’s go.”

And so they went. For about five minutes, Theo and Willy wrestled, nothing too crazy, but a fair display of their talents. Theo showed his agility, worming his way around his friend’s slower, clumsier attacks, but what Willy lacked for in finesse, he made up for in stamina and raw strength. He wasn’t slow, either. His time as a football player gave him some explosive speed, able to move quick over a short distance and hit hard, surge with sudden power when he had to. It was enough for him to power out of Theo’s submission attempts, even pulling his way out of a tight rear naked choke at one point.

In the end, it was enough for him to get the edge over Theo and put him down for the pin, nailing him with a sharp spinebuster. Theo probably could’ve kicked out at two, but he let the three count go through all the way, not wanting to stretch this out too long.

”And you’re done.” Willy rolled away after the final count as Theo tumbled off, sliding under the ropes and giving them ample space. Sweaty, breathing hard, he looked up at Isa with his legs crossed Indian-style and smirked. With a finger curled her way, he beckoned her on. ”I’m ready. You ready?”

For the next five minutes, the Irish-Romani girl first finished stretching. Then she hopped up onto the turnbuckle nearest to her, crossing one leg over the other seemingly carelessly, the undercurve of her thigh swelling with power as she absently bounced it up in tune to the pace of the match.

After a while, she started calling the action. Mostly for her own enjoyment, though she threw out compliments or pointers every so often (not that she thought either of them were listening).

But chiefly, Isa watched them go, taking her chance to get a feel for what she’d be dealing with when it was her turn. It turned out, shockingly, that it was almost what she’d expected. Big and strong versus not-so-big but slippery.

It was all relative anyway. Theo might be the smaller of the two guys in the ring but he was still bigger and likely stronger than Isa, and she didn’t really think he’d be taking her on the same way he did Willy, ducking and dodging.

Neither of them was exactly a Gracie on the mats, Willy in particular was just plain wasting a lot of effort when he didn’t need to, and Isa could certainly use that. Big, strong and dumb was always fun to play around with, and her own style was just the sort of thing to use to drain the big lunk’s batteries drier than the Sahara.

She’d just have to be careful not to let him catch her.

Theo… Theo was the more interesting. And, if she was honest with herself, the more likely to be a problem.

But, hey, where’d the fun be if there wasn’t a challenge?

Oh, that was three? She pouted slightly, glancing between the two – hadn’t that been a spinebuster? Theo didn’t kick out? Huh, oh well – Willy it was then.

And wasn’t he happy about it, but she wouldn’t have any issues wiping that smirk off his face.

Isa paused a moment on her perch, head tossed back at an angle as she eyed Willy like a queen on her throne, about to pass sentence on the condemned.

“Ready, are you?” A slight grin crept across her full lips, taking a moment to adjust her hand wraps, “That’s cute.”

Then she leapt catlike to the mat, landing on her feet.

“Well, c’mon then big boy,” Isa teased, “Don’t keep me waiting…”

Subtly, she tensed, tensing her legs under her as she readied herself to move. Willy, she thought, was going to take his time because he’d want to enjoy what he thought would be a fun roll on the mats with her.

But he could just try and bullrush her and she wanted to be ready to dodge just in case…

Theo retreated back to the corner without a word and hopped up on the top turnbuckle for a nice perch. Willy seemed happy with the way things were going, and he didn’t want to rob the man of his fun - not because he was all that into being a voyeur, but because he didn’t want to endure weeks of his partner bugging him for not letting him roll around with the svelte, exotic beauty they were sparring with. This was the best way, he figured - give him a little time to rest, let Willy get all this silliness out of his system, and figure out what kind of wrestler Isa was before his turn came.

She was limber, built well, the sort of strong, wild form that the AFW had as a common item, but there was something about her that piqued his interest more than the other women he’d shared a ring with. Before he went up against her, he hoped to figure out what, exactly that was.

So, for now, he held back. Watched. Waited.

Willy, however, was nowhere near as reserved.

His racing blood heated up a few degrees when Isa spoke, setting his ears off with that exotic accent. He’d been struggling to place it for the past couple of minutes, no success, but he figured it didn’t matter much. It was hot, undeniably so, and he wanted to hear more of it, up close and in his ear. A good thing, then, that she seemed to have the same game plan going. ”Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Willy was still a little winded from his tussle with Theo. Not too much, he had plenty left to give, but he figured that taking it easy would be the smarter route and moved accordingly. Dropping down into a crouch, he moved forward with his arms out in a relaxed stance, keeping loose as she closed in. He circled around her at first, took slow steps, then took a big step forward with his arms raised, trying to get her into a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Isa spared Theo enough attention to make sure he was getting out of the ring and looked like he was making himself comfortable, because she had no intention of being the meat in a Theo and Willy sandwich, thank you very much.

It did mean he was going to get to see her in action but no use in worrying about something she couldn’t fix – particularly not when Isa could smell action, things like regrets just didn’t interest her anymore.

And it looked like Willy was going to be taking his time.

Well, she’d seen that one coming (not that she’d needed a deck of tarot cards for it or anything).

Isa stood her ground in the centre of the ring, her head barely moving as her eyes tracked Willy across her field of vision before he got behind her, where she couldn’t see him. Which, normally, would be enough to give her fits.

It was stupid. Really really stupid. But this wasn’t exactly a real match and Isa was banking on Willy not wanting to go for her back in what was a friendly spar. Supposedly a friendly spar.

So she just stood, letting him get a good view from all angles, holding her head high in what she hoped came across as a show of confidence.

And not, you know, total stupidity.

Luckily, she was right enough that Willy didn’t jump her from behind. Instead, he came around again and then stepped in, going for that second most tired of opening gambits – the collar and elbow.

Nimbly, Isa bent over backwards Matrix style under his outreaching arms, then doing her best to sidestep away to pop back up right behind him, close enough that he’d be able to feel her breath on his ear.

“Still waiting,” she whispered, giving him a quick sharp slap across the butt before skipping back out of reach of any immediate retribution.

Only to take up a more solid stance, facing Willy, her back facing the ropes a few steps behind her. Arms up, hands raised in the near-universal offer to test his strength against hers (in the most tired of opening gambits).

Isa blew him a kiss and wiggled her fingers.

C’mon, she thought, lips curled in an inviting smirk, c’mon big boy. This definitely isn’t a trap, no need to think too much - just walk right on in…