She Wants To Move

Willy moved around Isa, following the traditional opening, the sort of thing that Theo had drilled into his head after countless sessions. According to his partner, their biggest mistake in matches was rushing in too fast, not sizing up the situation properly, and paying for it when their opponent was working with a stronger game than they’d anticipated. That bit them in the ass with Sucker Punch - they’d spent so much time dealing with the younger member of the team, this troll doll named Gyuri, that the older woman, Viper, was fully prepared for them by the time she entered the ring, and they got steamrolled.

So, here, he was trying to take a slower approach, come in thoughtful, size Isa up. Only she wasn’t biting. She was just standing there as he circled her. Waiting. Basking. Showing off her full, fine, body, letting him get a look at her from every angle. It was a tease, and it was working. He licked his lip with a knowing grin, savoring every second his eyes were allowed to inspect. That darkskin, that hair, those legs. Her poise was somewhere between a model and a stripper, tempting and tasty, and it was making his heart race.

Theo was having a far different reaction - irritation. It was one thing for Willy to pull this crap off, but her indulging him was just making it worse. ”Anytime now, dude.”

”I got it, I got it.” He got around to her front and moved in, ready to engage and get his hands all over her, only for her to dodge at the last second and make him miss - but not without a parting gift. He jumped at the slap, totally not seeing it coming, and spun around to show his bouncing eyebrows and mischievous smirk. Playful...minx? He was pretty sure ‘minx’ was the right word for it.

He moved in again as she brought her hands up, looking for a test of strength, and granted her request. He took his time to lock fingers with her, hesitating, as if he saw them on equal terms, then engaged and pushed forward. Not with his full strength, but enough for her to get a taste of what she was dealing with, what a body like his could do.

Honestly, Isa wasn’t entirely sure whether she was setting a trap for Willy or walking right into one of her own making. But she couldn’t care less, even revelling in the risk. She didn’t want to play this safe.

She wanted to have fun and, whether she’d admit it or not, how could she have fun without a little risk?

Besides, Isa didn’t see this as much of a risk. Theo might be wondering what was going on, up there on his perch, but she’d seen very little from Willy to make her think he was… well, thinking about this much.

Apart from wanting to get up close and personal with her which was just helping her walk him where she wanted him.

In any case, Isa was in no rush either. She let Willy set the pace, neither backing away nor advancing as he came in, began to interlace their hands in the prelude to the test to come. She just stood there, holding her pose, smiling as though she had not a care in the world.

As though she was totally unaware that she was letting him put those big, strong arms to use when she had already proven she could dance around him all she wanted.

It was temping to flick her gaze over to Theo, to see what the smarter of the two was making of all this, but she refrained. Kept her emerald eyes locked on Willy all the while as he clenched her smaller hands in his big mitts.

To his credit, he didn’t try and crush her fingers. Nor did he just try and bully her right away – but Isa still took a step back, before planting her feet and pushing back hard. Her arms weren’t twigs by any stretch of the imagination; no match for Willy’s perhaps (or the powerhouses of her thighs), but meaty and toned from her years of pole dancing with strong muscle hidden under her smooth skin.

She wasn’t just going to let him bulldoze her instantly, she was going to make him work for it a little. Let him walk himself right into the noose.

“Really?” Isa grunted, her smile a little taut as she strained, “That’s it?”

Isa had a pair of pretty eyes.

It was the most basic observation to make, maybe a little silly, but it was damn true. He’d noticed them before, but he was more than a little distracted by, well, all of her to make note of them, enjoying her on the whole. Now that he was close, he could appreciate them, see the way they set off her face, like a couple of jade stones. There was this haunting quality to her, like every inch of her was tailor made to drive him wild. And that smile? Damn, that smile.

What a woman.

From ringside, Theo just groaned and leaned on the ropes, trying his best to not get bored or call Willy out on this bullshit. It was obvious neither of them were all that interested in serious training, treating this like it was some kind of playful dance, a fun spat between toying lovers. It would’ve been trite if he wasn’t involved, but right now it was simply irritating. He just hoped they didn’t go so long with this that he didn't have the chance to make things more serious when he came in.

That wasn’t a problem at all in Willy’s eyes, though he couldn’t help but notice that Isa was doing a better job pushing back than he’d expected. She wasn’t as strong as him - no shit - but she had more power going on than she’d expected earlier, showing some real muscle under those curves. Nothing he couldn’t handle, though. Just needed a little more oomph. ”Oh, you want the full experience?” He snickered and snorted. ”Okay, here it comes.”

Willy planted his feet, braced, and pushed forward with the same kind of drive he’d brought to the football field, pushing hard and wild towards the nearest turnbuckle. With Isa’s back slamming into it, he’d press against her with his body to keep her pinned, trying to give them both a good feel for what they were dealing with.

Willy continued to prove that Theo was the brains of this operation.

But he also proved that he was every bit as strong as he looked, maybe more. And he knew what to do with it. Sometimes, Isa might not be able to match her opponent’s arms but her legs let her hang in there regardless if she could brace herself. Willy though… She’d bet he’d been a rugby player (or American football) or something before wrestling. He knew how to push, how to keep her off balance and force her back and back.

She wasn’t stopping him however hard she tried (not that she was trying her hardest for a couple of reasons). Isa just gritted her teeth, did her best to stay upright and braced for what she knew was coming.

Braced or not, Isa let out a small, involuntary gasp of pain as her back struck the pad, arching instinctively but Willy was making sure she had nowhere to go. He was up close and personal, pressing his body against hers tightly enough that Isa was very aware of the hot, solid, masculinity of his physique in sudden proximity to her own.

It was enough to make a girl weak in the knees.

Recovering quickly, the raven-haired Temptress managed a coy smile up into his face, affecting to lounge into the corner as though she hadn’t a care in the world. Which she hadn’t.

“Well, well,” One corner of her mouth quirked up a tick, her Irish accent more pronounced of a sudden, “Looks like you caught me after all.”

Isa went to hitch one shapely leg over his hip, curling her calf behind his back to draw him still closer as she went to slip her arms free if she could.

“Think you can keep me?”

She stirred slightly, rolling her curves against him in an indulgent and obviously false attempt to slip free. And keep his attention focused on what he could do to her, not what she was about to do to him.

Her smirk widened a hair further at the thought.

Theo just shrugged as Willy started exerting some real force, pushing hard and showing his strength. For all the many…many...faults he could give his partner, there was no denying the guy’s power, the explosive force he could bring out when he was properly motivated. He’d seen that same charge clean the field in their high school games, and now Isa was getting a firsthand taste.

It was enough to drive her back, crash her into the corner, no contest. At first, Theo worried that he might be getting a little too rough, going overboard for a spar, but no - Isa was no weakling, she was able to roll with it, and took it well. Maybe too well, if he was being 100% honest.

Sure enough, they were all over each other again, with Willy pressing against her in a way that would’ve been totally inappropriate if she weren’t clearly into it. The smiles. The rubbing. The weak attempt at an escape. It was all cutesy, playful stuff, and the jock was eating it up, riding down her faked attempt with forceful shoves, putting his form on full display and grinding into her. It was the kind of puppy play that was so much better in the bedroom, not in the middle of a match.

...and it was more than a little familiar, too.

Theo rubbed his chin, thinking back to their bout with Mariko Ishii. How Willy had managed to catch her in a bearhug, had her dead to rights, but then she locked lips with him and got his guard down. From there, she’d trapped him in guillotine choke, nearly knocked him out, and it was all downhill.

Maybe this was different. Maybe. But it was close enough to put his senses on edge. ”Dude, careful…”

Willy threw his head back and let his eyes roll, not even bothering to look all the way back. ”I got this, man!” He had a deep, huffing laugh, then turned his attention back to Isa, moving in and bringing their foreheads close. He didn’t move to stop her arms from getting free, figured they could do whatever they wanted, no concern. His own arms went around her waist, pulling her in even tighter. ”And yeah, think I can keep you for a while.” His gaze flicked down, a quick scan over her body, before looking back up. ”You’re not gonna stop me, right?”

Willy was just making this harder on himself (and yes, Isa was in a position to appreciate how obviously relevant and also how bad that pun was). With her upper limbs now free, the dark-haired grappler simply rested her arms on those big strong shoulder – seemingly innocent surely, just keeping her balance given how big, strong Willy had her pushed right up against the turnbuckle? Not to mention that leg she’d got thrown over his hip…

Or, as Isa thought of it, she was making sure she’d got just the right leverage for what she’d planned for big, strong, dumb Willy.

She almost felt bad about this… but hey, he’d known what he was signing up for. And it wasn’t like he’d not been warned – really, she was far more interested in rolling with Theo…

The Temptress smiled back up at him, a playful warmth lighting her jade eyes.

“Who me?” She asked, “Stop you? Hun, all I want to do…”

Suddenly, Isa pressed down hard on his shoulders, lifting herself up with the strength of her arms and her legs combined, pushing harder still, legs opening so that his barrel chest fit perfectly in the gap between her meaty thighs.

Then she slammed the trap shut, her legs snapping closed with practiced grace and her ankles locking tight at his back.

“Is give you a big hug,” Isa giggled quietly.

Then she squeezed.

Isa didn’t give him full power straight away, of course – this was only a spar.

Instead she clenched her thighs hard around him, cinching her grip in tight around his ribs with her steel-cord adductors, before ramping the pressure up fast – searching for the precise level of pressure that would leave him tapping furiously without actually hurting him.

Well, aside from the whole bending his ribs until he gave thing. But that was kind of unavoidable.

Willy loved this. All of this.

He bit his lip, not wanting to let too much go from his facial features, but it was all too clear where their minds were at the moment. Isa had to be one of the hottest things he’d come across since he landed in Japan - those eyes, that body, that skin, the whole package drove him wild. They could’ve stayed in this corner all day, not a problem for him.

It seemed like she was content to sit still, as she moved up her position, getting those wonderful thighs around him. A little strange, but he didn’t have any complaints about the view. Theo, on the other hand…

”Dude, look out!”

Always the buzzkill, never failed. ”Bro, relax.” He glanced back over his shoulder with a long sigh. ”I got…I got…”

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Out of nowhere, Isa’s thighs turned from two smooth, sensual limbs into steel girders, crushing his body between them with ridiculous power. He gasped - a weak, raspy noise - as his hands went to her thigh and pushed at them, only to find them unmoving and impossibly firm. They didn’t even feel like actual legs anymore. Too hard, too solid. These was only muscle, hard and pounding, relentless, cutting into him, crushing him.

He threw his head back with a breathless cry, eyes nearly popping out of his head, and then came the tapping. Rapid, crazy tapping, slapping both hands against her thighs in a mad bid for survival, while he still had lungs to breath with.

Isa palmed the ropes to either side now, pushing down and arching her back sharply as she let Willy have it.

To quote Darth Vader – all too easy.

And sure, she’d led him on a bit but it wasn’t like he hadn’t been warned.

More to the point, this – for her – was the fun part. Feeling that nice, thick, burly torso soften and give way, hearing the hoarse croaks she was forcing from his throat, seeing his big hands palming her thighs because that was what she’d reduced him to…

Isa wasn’t a sadist, honest. But she did love her work.

Despite that, Willy’s hands had slapped her curving quads only three or four times before Isa relented. This wasn’t meant to be a one and done, after all, and wringing him dry now would seriously bite into her future fun. Not to mention she was pretty sure she could feel ribs bending and that would be a real pain if she cracked something.

So she let off the pressure and just held him for a moment.

Then, unlocking her ankles, the dark-haired fighter pulled one back so she could plant her foot on Willy’s chest and give him a good, hard shove out of the way. Reclining back against the turnbuckle, arms still splayed wide, the dark-haired fighter crossed one leg over the other casually as she smirked across the way at Theo.

“Looks like it’s you and me then…?”

Tilting her head, she gave him her most inviting smile – all the while, bouncing that leg gently, letting him see the play of muscles beneath the curves.

It all happened so fast, Theo wasn’t even sure he saw what he clearly saw.

He had the sneaking suspicion that Isa was up to something, but it wasn’t like this was a hard thing to figure out. The audience would’ve figured it out, the referee, hell, even a five year old could’ve seen that Willy was walking headlong into a trap. But Theo was still trying to piece together what that trap was, seeing what the game was, when out of nowhere his buddy started screaming like bloody murder.

From his position, it was hard to see at first, but then his eyes locked on it - Isa’s legs, growing, hardening, crushing. Willy wasn’t a weak guy, for all his faults. He never skimped at the gym, knew his way around the routines, had a rock solid core, but Isa’s legs were turning them to rubble in record time. Willy was tapping out before he even knew what he was tapping out to, automatically doing everything he could to alleviate the pain.

Thankfully for his ribs, Isa made good on the tapping and let him go, leaving him to fall away and flop off under the ropes. He promptly rolled out of the ring to recover, which meant that it was just Isa and Theo.

Into the lion’s den. ”Yeah, uh…just you and me.”

Theo took a moment to look her over with furrowed brows, scanning from head to toe, before he took a deep breath and vaulted over the top rope, landing near the center of the ring with a few bounces. As utterly horrifying as that was, in a way it was good news for him. He knew what Isa’s big trick was now, or at least one of the major ones. He knew what to look out for, what not to do. Best of all, he knew what to target, and he had a fairly good idea on how to do that, too.

He tapped his padded fists together and raised his arms up, facing Isa head on. He brought one leg up, letting it bounce in front, as he used the same stance that had gotten him fairly far in his MMA matches. He stayed light, bobbing back and forth, as he beckoned her on. After what just happened to Willy, no way was he rushing in.

Theo wasn’t the only one taking the chance to see what he was dealing with; Isa too was looking him up and down, comparing him to the man she’d just dealt with. Unlike big, strong and stupid Willy, Theo probably wouldn’t have let her roll him that fast even if he hadn’t see what she’d done to his bestie. Having seen what she’d done to Willy, Isa was willing to bet he was going to be a fun challenge.

Yes, he’d seen one of her party tricks. She’d seen a couple of his. Sure, he wasn’t as big as his partner but he was quicker, lighter and probably still stronger than she was. And he’d had time to freshen up whereas Willy had gone into their bout still winded from taking on Theo.

But that was fine. Theo might not have been as tall or as heavily built as his partner in crime, but Isa had always been willing to bet he’d be far more fun on the mats. And that was before she saw him take up an MMA style stance… Interesting. She didn’t think she’d really seen any of that before, when the two boys had grappled…?

But finally Isa pushed herself away from the turnbuckle, strutting towards Theo with a sway of her generous hips before halting a safe distance away. She wasn’t about to let herself be baited in that easily, thank you.

“Nervous?” She certainly wasn’t given her demeanour, a slight smile quirking her lips and an anticipatory little glint in her eye as she measured him with a glance. Then Isa slid into a stance of her own, hands up in readiness for grappling and her legs poised for lashing out with a kick of her own. If that was how he wanted to play, she could play that game too.

“Or shall we dance, good sir?” Isa favoured him with a wink as she started to circle. She wanted to savour this next bit.