She Wants To Move

Theo was filling his lungs again fast, reintroducing his body to one of its most important functions. It was only now that he was getting some sense back, enough to process data and get a good image of what was happening to him. He could hear someone talking nearby - was that Willy? Yeah, had to be. And Isa’s voice, soft and sweet and seductive as a snake, came right behind it.

He couldn't quite process the words just yet, but as he melted off the apron and fell to the floor, he could put together enough to get the general gist.

Isa was baiting Willy into doing something stupid. He was going to fall for it. Hard.

The only good thing was that Willy was moving in fast, not giving Isa too much time to readjust, but Theo wasn’t sure how much of an advantage that would be when she’d managed to take him out so fast. At least his partner had the sense to come at her full throttle this time, marching forward with long strides and open arms. He wasn’t pissed off, not exactly, but he had a determined look on his face. Serious. As serious as he could ever get, anyway.

He locked horns with Isa and tried to drive her back towards the side of the ring, forcing her to backpeddle and putting that football training to good use. He’d only neared the ropes when he gave her a sudden push away, then surged forward with his arm out, looking to take her down with a quick clothesline at point blank range.