The After-After-Party Is Where The Real Fun Begins

"Awwww." Taylor pouted as the door swung shut. "Why'd you get rid of the cute delivery guy? I guess the threesome will have to wait."

She leaned her back against the door while she watched Johnny walk away without his towel. She whistled a catcall and grinned. "Where do you think you're going?" She said and took off after him, hopping easily up onto his back and wrapping her legs around his midsection while he dealt with the food. She leaned her head around in front and gave him a big smile, close to his face, and a kiss on the cheek.

"What'd ya get?" She asked eagerly and bit his ear. She grabbed his wrists and began trying to manipulate his arms like a robot, helping him take things out of the bag and putting them on the counter. "I can't wait to train with you, Jun-Bug. I train by myself sooo much... And it's a super-good way to get to know someone. One of two super-good ways..." She breathed a laugh and grabbed hold of his shoulders while she maneuvered around to kiss his neck. Quickly, her kissing became intense, and she pressed herself against his back tightly.

"Oh, sorry, that's gonna leave a mark." She laughed.

Johnny scratched his head nervously and smiled at Taylor. "Eheh... guesso..." He muttered and went for the food but was stopped when Taylor called. "Uwa!" He called out when Taylor jumped on his back but swung his arms up and held her up, leaning forward to support her body only to have his hands pulled back away from him and pushed into the bag. He grinned as she bit his ear. "Got Soba noodles." He managed as he tried to contain his chuckles.

Her rustling against his body made him bite his lower lip. He then opened his eyes a bit wider as she spoke. "Really?" He asked. That was pretty cool. "Me too. Well I mostly work out and run and stuff, but I do it a lot, like.. a lot... He said. Mamouru always trained in technique more but Johnny liked to sweat and loved to feel the burn of his muscles from a hard workout. He loved pushing his body and working himself to exhaustion. It would be even better to try that with Taylor.

But Johnny was suddenly frozen as she sucked on his neck. His eyes widened and his neck craned to expose more of it to Taylor.

"Anh... ah..." He managed and panted slightly when she stopped. He grinned ant turned his head to kiss her. "S'cool." He said. What would be the big deal if someone saw a hickie? It meant that everyone else would know he was with a pretty sexy slice of pie. "What kind of training do you do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he reached for some noodles and chopsticks and pulled out a bit heap of noodles and offered them to Taylor.

Taylor pushed away the noodles. She was very particular about when and how she ate. She put her feet back on the floor and grabbed her own pair of chopsticks and dug into some noodles.

"Well, I do lots, man, but for starters I run my ass off. I do sprints, mostly, I hate distance running. I do, like, plyometrics and shit. Hurdles and medicine balls and jumping with weight and stuff. And I do a lot of drills... a lot. Like with the movements and techniques and stuff, on the bag and on the mats, I do hands, lots of kicks, dropkicks..."

Taylor drifted off thinking about the hundreds and hundreds of dropkicks she'd put in against a heavy bag or on the mats in the Friction gym. She was never content to rattle off a few reps of something and be done, and would drill something over and over and over until she was satisfied. Her sort of perfectionism was a large part of what helped her fill up her time.

She took a measured bite of noodles, chewed and swallowed. It was easy for her to get swept up talking about her training. She didn't get to talk about it often, and it took so much of her time and energy that she had a lot to say. "One thing I like to do with dropkicks, because they're, like, part of my thing, ya know... I like to put a line of tape on the floor in front of a heavy bag, and that's where I have to jump. I move the line back farther and farther until I don't reach the bag anymore and I just crash into the floor like an idiot. Or I use two lines, and I have to start at one and jump at the other, that way I can't take a running start. It's all explosiveness, ya know, I'm not big, but I'm quick, and I've got to be or else I'd get chewed up pretty quick. It would be so awesome, though, having someone I LIKE to train with... Sparring with random girls... isn't great. I don't do it often. They're the competition and... I don't like it."

She ate another bite of noodles. "What about you? Aside from running. You probably train with your brother, right?"

Johnny reached out and grabbed one of the box of noodles and began to slurp up the noodles as he listened to Taylor go through her training regiment. He nodded even though it looked like he was just trying to cram more noodles into his mouth.

"Uh-unh..."

He muttered as she continued in length. It was actually pretty awesome to listen to even if he was having trouble vocalizing. He swallowed his noodles and looked at Taylor. "That's pretty awesome, especially the drop kick thing." It sounded fun. "Maybe I'll try that some time!"

He then growled at the mention of is brother. "Fuck no." He spat a little angrily. Not at her, just in general. "Maybe a little but... I can probably thank him for my current training regiment. He took to wrestling more quickly when we were growling up and was all into the moves and junk. By the time I cared, and we started sparring, he could pretty much kick my butt whenever he wanted. Not cause he was better just cause he knew more stupid moves and could get me in some dumb pretzel thing." Johnny then grinned. "So I just thought I would get strong enough to be able to knock him over, sit on him and punch him in the back of the head til he gave up!" Johnny beamed proudly at his words.

"So yeah... aside from doing a lot of running, I do a shit load of weight training. legs, arms, bench pressing, free weights, machines, all that junk. It's fun too though. I like to see if I can lift more and more. fighting against the weight, kinda feels like I'm really struggling I guess..." Johnny shrugged a bit.

"Medicine ball is cool too I guess... makes me feel like a kid though, which is sometimes fun..." Johnny chuckled nervously. "But yeah, I focus more on strength training than technique." Johnny then grinned and grabbed Taylor's hand. "The babe's don't seem to mind though." He said laughing.

Taylor began to eat quickly while she listened to Johnny, much like Johnny had, only much more neatly. She nodded periodically and looked up from her noodles to make eye contact.

"A kid?" Did Japanese kids use medicine balls? Then she grinned. "Oh yeah? I hadn't noticed. I guess you are kind of muscle-y and stuff." She reached over and patted his abs. "But you got the idea, I think... Like Cassie, she's way better than me at stuff, she can make me tap whenever she wants. But in a fight, I'd kick her ass. I can hit her way harder and way faster than she could handle. She wouldn't have a chance to be all tricky and stuff. I think you've got to be, like, physical, before you can start worrying about being good at anything."

Taylor thought about it. In a way, Johnny resembled Akashi in the sense that they were both strong first. Taylor knew that Akashi had a ton of skill to back up her strength, and was very skilled at using her strength, but the similarities were still there. "We'd make a good tag team, right?" She remarked absently and dug into her noodles again.

Johnny smiled and flexed with on arm and grinned at Taylor. "Fuck yeah, we're hot young punks and we kick some ass!" He then laughed and scratched his head, gobbling up the last of his noodles. "But I totally agree with you. Strength and endurance can get you out of more jams than techniques can. all those fancy holds don't mean shit if I can just punch a dude in the face!" He exclaimed he then set down his cup o noodles and Taylor's as well and backed her towards the bed where he rolled onto all fours and looked at her.

"We'd be an awesome tag team." He said. "As long as I didn't drag you down, eheh..." He was only half kidding. "If we fought a dude and another chick, I think I'd be alright fighting the dude. You could fight the chick n stuff. If we had to fight two chicks, it might be rough. Damn, this is rough..." He then leaped at Taylor and tried to grab her by the waist and muscle her onto her back and hold her down just with his strength. He doubted he could for very long once she started hitting and kicking but it was still pretty fun.

"Wrestling's no place for gentlemen, right babe? I should just punch em and kick em and throw em around, right?" Johnny laughed. "Aww, shit! I'm not cut out for this! But screw that! I'll keep on it until I get it right!"

Taylor laughed and flopped on to her back. While Johnny talked, she pushed down on his head to keep him no higher than her stomach, and started lining up pantomimed elbow strikes to the sides of his head. "My favorite is when you push the head back, and then let it go and smack 'em with the elbow." She said, off topic.

She laughed again, this time at Johnny. "Yeah, or else they'll just punch and kick and toss you around. Maybe some of the little cutesy girls you can just muscle down and out-wrestle them, but the big dumb ones like Cecelia you might have to get rough. It's okay, she can take it. She signed up for it. Don't insult my gender by saying that you can't take us seriously in the ring!" She tugged on his hair to turn his head to the side and swung the point of her elbow at his face, gently boinking his nose with it.

"But yeah, isn't that how they usually work? The guy fights the guy and the girl fights the girl? Screw that. I'll just fight 'em both and you can stand there and look pretty. You can save your energy for afterwards." She stuck out her tongue.

"I'm not insulting your gender!" Johnny said defensively. "I take you seriously! I just don't want some girl thinking I'm trying to feel her up cause I accidentally touched her boobs trying to suplex her!!" Johnny then blushed deeply. "And don't even get me started on trying to do a scoop slam!" Johnny then poked Taylor. "It's your freakin fault too!" He said with a laugh. "I signed UP for Tension to accidentally touch boobs and scoop slam chicks! Now I'm worried about that crap that happened at the club with Cecelia!" He said and laughed.

"I dunno, Tension seems like they don't care really. It's all about mixed gender stuff but yeah, I could totally stand around and look hot while you kicked some butt but then I don't want to be a tool like that douchey Brad Chad guy. Man, I'm sorry you had to fight those idiots." He said and leaned down and gave Taylor a peck on the lips.

Taylor laughed. "Johnny, look. Dude. You're a Tension wrestler, right? So your job is to beat the crap out of chicks, more or less. Let me put it this way... in scenario 'A', you are fighting hard against some Tension chick who couldn't cut it in Friction, you scoop slam the shit out of her, drop and elbow across her chest and roll her up for the pin. Her obviously fake girlie bits are going to be all up in your business the whole time, but it's okay, you were fighting.

"Scenario 'B', though, you're fighting hard against a Tension chick who couldn't cut it in porno. You lay her down on the mat and fuck the living daylights out of her. That's... not so cool. Look, I don't know how it works, I don't want to be jealous or anything, but if your job involved you screwing random chicks who are probably all hotter than me, then you wouldn't be the guy I'd pick. But... I don't think that's you. So... I picked you."

Weird. With their relationship still in it's infantile stages, little admissions of affection and preference like that felt so significant, even after their sprawling sexual act earlier. She laughed, and blushed slightly. "And don't worry, none of those girls can get offended if you happen to touch them in special ways while you work on putting them away. They'd probably enjoy it. I know I would..."

She grinned up at Johnny and splayed her hands up above her head on the bed, turning her head to the side and twisting her body, putting on a face like a damsel in distress. She reached down with one hand and pretended to push at one of Johnny's strong arms. "S-so strong!" She said in a breathy, higher pitched voice and wriggled against Johnny's grip.

Johnny had a goofy grin as Taylor began to seriously explain things to him. It fell, but he face became thoughtful. He was really listening to what Taylor was saying. He never really thought about it like that.

"Ah..." He stopped and looked at Taylor. "Guess you're right. I mean..." He raised his eyes in surprise. "When I signed up, I... I actually never thought about doing those hentai matches... I signed up to wrestle chicks and pick em up and junk but..." He furrowed his brow. "The thought of just like... having sex in the middle of the ring... I dunno.." He looked away.

"Ahh... What we did... I... can't believe that it could somehow be better with some complete stranger in front of thousands of other complete strangers than it was with you just now..." His body shook a little bit and his heart started beating.

"I guess, that's why it never came up to me, despite joining for the reasons I did." Johnny looked down at Taylor and grinned brightly.

"I'm... so fucking lucky you picked a punk like me, Taylor-chan!" He said and laughed. When she feigned pushing him away, Johnny laughed and pressed his face down and kissed her collar, right above her chest, sloppily kissing her.

He then pushed his face forward, pressing his nose against hers, looking into his eyes.

"Taylor-chan..." He said and grinned as he pressed his body against Taylor's, squeezing her arms.