Training Date

"...nng...Was afraid you'd say that..." Boyfriend or not, Alaina wasn't offering Bryan a moment's respite. He hoped his witty and sarcastic charm would have at least distracted her or earned him some time to gather his thoughts. But the Amazon was on her game today and immediately propped him up from his seated position.

Bryan felt the wind waft through his well-groomed hairstyle as he was sent barreling towards the opposite turnbuckle, his legs barely keeping up with the rest of him given the amount of strength Alaina had put into the Irish whip. Bryan knew his girl was the Entropy Champion, so he didn't expect to be straight up owning her or anything. But he at least expected to have gotten in some offense by now, so he decided to rectify that disparity right here and now.

Upon reaching the opposite turnbuckle, Bryan would stop his forward momentum by leaping up and placing both his feet on the middle turnbuckle. With his hands gripping the top rope and his head glancing back briefly to judge Alaina's positioning, the model athlete would spring his legs back and wrap his toned thighs around Alaina's head. Bryan flexed his taut leg muscles once more before trailing his hands along the top rope. Once they were at the middle of the ring, Bryan pushed himself off the rope and nimbly leveraged his arching frame backwards to flip the Amazon over onto the canvas in an improvised hurricanrana.

Bryan needed a few seconds to get his bearings straight after going all topsy turvy like that. The model athlete briefly sent rolling along the canvas until coming to a seated position. A tad dizzied, but nothing he couldn't bounce back from soon enough. Not like his poor boo, who looked she was nursing a few head pains over there. Despite Alaina not exactly facing him with kid gloves earlier, he still couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt...until he heard Alaina's kinky quip. That helped alleviate his worries and let him know it was cool to keep the spar going.

"What ho~...It seems Diana of Themyscira has finally found her match in Thor Odinson, God Of Thunder. Perhaps she is the one in need of such disciplining~..." Bryan proclaimed in his best imitation of the Marvel super hero, rotating his arm after lifting himself up and approaching the shaken Amazon. As she ascended, Bryan snaked one arm over her shoulder and the other between her muscled thighs, lifting her up with a hefty grunt until she was draped across his chest. Alaina may have an inkling as to what happens next, seeing as how she's done it to who knows how many other competitors, including Bryan. The model athlete raising back one hand and applying some cheeky spanks to Alaina's plump backside, ending it by clenching onto her rump and falling forward to slam across her!

Lifting Alaina up like that was no easy feat, the Amazon rightfully earning her nickname from just how much muscled mass she had on her curvy frame. Luckily Bryan didn't have to haul her up for too long before slamming her back down to the canvas and giving his arms time to rest. He hoped she didn't mind the playful teasing, but considering she did the exact same thing to him when they first met at the beach, he didn't think she would be all that upset.

"Hngh..." Bryan gave out a panicked groan when he suddenly felt Alaina's thighs snap shut on his arm and shuffle him over to lay on his back. No sooner was Bryan getting just a little complacent in his apparent lead in the match than Alaina had turned her disadvantage into an advantage, applying a constricting armbar that Bryan was already trying to squirm his way out of.

"F-finally taking me seriously, huh?"

It was hardly a well-thought out counter maneuver to an armbar, but if squirming around like a fish out of water does the trick, than who was he to judge? Especially when it managed to work like gangbusters, Alaina relinquishing her arm bending attempts early on and having him roll away to safety. Bryan worked his way back to his feet with a newfound appreciation for his girls mat skills and endurance. But now he needed to think of a new way to retake the lead now that they were separated again.

"If you say so, Allie. Gloves are off, jus so's ya know..." Bryan teasingly responded back, rising back to his feet with a slight grin now that Alaina had given him the green light to kick things up a notch. The model athlete limbered up with light bouncing on his tip toes before sprinting towards the Amazon, passing by her and taking her right arm along with him as intended to irish whip her towards the corner turnbuckle. The model athlete following right behind her with an attempted full-bodied splash to hopefully keep her there.

Following up his speedy Irish whip with an equally speedy body splash, Bryan remained propped up against his Amazonian girlfriend in the reverberating corner for several more seconds. Exchanging heated breaths while her heaving chest rubbed up against his chiseled pectorals in their confined spacing. It was damn hard to resist certain urges when he could practically feel her cute moans against his ear, but Alaina was as strong as she was gorgeous. Meaning that he better not slip up when the advantage was momentarily his...

"Hey, don't hate the player, Allie..." Bryan teasingly replied when Alaina sounded like she was getting a tad frustrated. With a heaving groan, Bryan would wrap his arms around the Amazon's waist and hoist her up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Followed up shortly by the model athlete climbing up as well until his feet were positioned on the middle ropes.

"Hang on tight, kay babe?" Bryan affectionately whispered with earnest concern in his voice before placing a quick peck on Alaina's lush lips. Soon afterward Bryan would coil his muscled arm around the back of her head with his other hand grabbing the side of her trunks, attempting a vertical suplex off the top ropes should all go according to plan.