Training Date

Intensity is what Alaina asked for, and she got it! Alaina smiled ever so slightly, trying to remain focused as Bryan kissed her. Her instincts were telling her, however briefly, to kiss back and run her hands down his chest. However that would have to wait for later. Right now they were inside a ring. Inside these ropes, Alaina had to be the Amazon and not Alaina Sanders.

She was reminded of this quickly as she was heft up and superplexed down with a vengeance! She let out a shill cry of pain as she arched her back and grabbed at it with one arm! She writhed and kicked the mat over and over as her whole torso seemed to throb in agony! "Ngh.....arrrggh!" She was breathing heavily, clearly momentum had been turned over to Bryan. However, after a hard move like that with Alaina in the state she was in control had been turned over to Bryan as well!

The Amazonian warrior in Alaina was starting to take over. Instead of being happy for the training she was looking at this like a match. She was frustrated at her current position and now willing to do whatever she could to not lose. She was a champion, she had to fight like it no matter who it was against. Anything less was disrespectful to her title, her fans and her opponent. Those thoughts were the only thing driving her as she slowly made her way back up to her feet.

Despite the affectionate peck on her lips to try and keep the mood light-hearted, Bryan had definitely stepped up his game in the last few minutes, as per the lovely Amazon's orders. She certainly had a knack for bringing out his competitive side, he only hoped she wouldn't take a potential loss to him too seriously, practice spar or not.

"Phew..." Bryan rolled to his side after competing the slam, a slight wincing expression to his face after having taken some damage from the fall himself. Though not nearly as much as Allie, who was writhing around on the mat with maybe some regrets over asking Bryan to give her his absolute best. Bryan's immediate reaction was to dotingly check up on her and perhaps offer a break in the action, but he had a sneaking suspicion that her pride as a champion wouldn't take too kindly to some concerned sympathy. He knows she's taken way tougher bumps than that, but it was sort of a boyfriends job to worry about these types of things.

Once Alaina started shuffling upwards, the model athlete opted to roll Alaina over to her back before she could get back to a vertical base. After clasping the the back of her muscled thighs, Bryan would roll her up into matchbook pinning situation that should be kind of familiar to her after their late night superhero romp.

"So, if I win, does that make me championship material? I heard one time a dude was Entropy champion...there's probably a weird story behind that one..." Bryan teased as he hoped to keep Alaina on her back and prevent her from being in a position where all that strength of hers could be put to use. Plus he still found something undeniably cute about having her muscled frame curled up into a ball with her shapely backside in the air.

Alaina felt herself rolled over and suddenly was looking Bryan in the face as he pinned her!

"One...."

"Ngh... yeah but there is always a weird story behind everything in AFW it seems..." Alaina said as she struggled to get out of the pin unsuccessfully at first! Normally being this close to a sweaty Bryan was a great thing... just not right now at this moment.

"Two..."

Alaina thrust up with all her strength, managed to free herself from the pin! However, she was still in a bad way after and again slow to get to her feet. If Bryan was faster he was likely to be able to catch her in a bad spot, setting her up for more of his offense. She would have to be ready to react in a split second to have any chance to avoid falling any further down the hole...

"Tell me about it..." Bryan quipped, though he honestly wouldn't mind hearing that story one of these days, cause it certainly seems improbable based on the fairly obvious restrictions of no dudes being allowed in Friction. But right now Bryan was just trying to keep his Amazonian lady friend all curled up for one second longer and end this spar with a "W".

"Whoa!"

At least that was how Bryan planned it anyway, before Alaina would spring her legs up and have the model athlete rebound back to a seated position. Bryan had an inkling he wouldn't have gotten that lucky against an Entropy champion, but it was certainly worth a shot anyway. He wasn't entirely quick to get back on his feet either given the toll of the match, but then again, he might not need to.

With Alaina already on her front side, Bryan would scramble to mount the small of her back and hopefully keep her pinned to the mat beneath his weight. By hooking both of Alaina's arms atop his bent legs and fastening her head between his bicep and forearm, Bryan attempted a sleeperhold/camel clutch combination. Flexing his bicep against her cheek in a move that should hopefully keep the Amazon grounded once more.

Alaina was happy not to get pinned, however, that quickly turned back into a shooting pain as Bryan locked in a camel clutch! Alaina felt the sharp pain coupled with the choking effect very quickly! "Arrrrrgh! D-damn it!" She growled in frustration and agony both as she clawed at Bryans hands. She was confident that she was the stronger of the two, but she was in poor position to just power her way out as she was unable to wrest herself free.

Alaina did see the ropes nearby and began to crawl, doing her best to get there before she tapped or passed out. Each foot felt like a mile as the pain and worst of all, the choke were taking effect! Alaina didn't want to quit, she could not quit. With each second she felt a little bit more light headed, the pain keeping her with it although that was a very mixed blessing as she was now in a lot of pain!

A woozy Alaina, reached out and grabbed onto the ropes! Bryan now quite literally had the champ on the ropes and down to the point where she was crawling for her freedom from a submission hold. Alaina knew she wouldn't be able to get up from this until she got some air back...

Centering his weight squarely atop the curvature of her spine, Bryan reared back in the customized camel clutch but kept the majority of his concentration centered on securing the sleeperhold. He figured someone as athletically toned as Alaina most likely had the endurance to power through a camel clutch and then some, but combining that back-bending pressure with a tightened headlock, and even a tough as nails Amazon may find herself tapping out from the dual strain.

"Wha-ho...easy Allie...don't overexert yourself..." Bryan concernedly advised once Alaina started to shuffle lethargically towards the ropes, as if he was any coaching authority on escaping submission holds. Keeping his balance atop the crawling Amazon took some concentration on his part, the model athlete tightening his headlock with frequent flexing of his bicep to try and whittle her down even further. But despite his best efforts, Alaina's trek towards the ropes would reach it's destination, and Bryan would carefully relinquish the hold and stand tall beside her.

"Phew...Yer as tough as you are beautiful...shit, that sounded better in my head..." Bryan uttered in between a few panting breaths, wincing from his corny compliment and having developed a sheen of sweat from all the tussling. He took the break in action to rest up himself before reaching down to wrap his arms around Alaina's waist and hoist her back to her groggy feet. "Guess ya can't help bein pinned down beneath me after workin up a sweat, huh?...S'not altogether a bad place to be, I'd say..." Bryan whispered right into her ear, clenching them tightly together and leading to all types of sensual friction between the pair.

As Alaian was pulled up and Bryan put his hands around Alaina, she did feel somewhat ready to call the spar... but this was a workout. She was tempted to turn and hold him in her arms, but she knew they were in a ring. Something about turning wrestling into sex in the bedroom appealed to Alaina, right to the point she wanted to drag Bryan out of the ring. However she knew she was a wrestler, and that she was actually inside a ring. Inside these ropes, it was time to work or so she told herself. She put her hands on top of his but not in a gentle way. Her grip was tight and even though she was still groggy and in pain Alaina wanted to keep his hands from locking together.

"Now isn't the time..." She said as she quickly spun and tried to get away from Bryan, expecting further offense. "If you are gonna try and put me away don't stop and half-ass it." Alaina said in a more serious tone, referring to him having her in prime position to pour it on, but letting up. While Alaina felt the sexual tension to the point she could pick it up and toss it around the ring, she also felt a bit of disrespect even if Bryan hadn't meant any. No one ever just stops against an opponent... at least, thats the way Alaina had been taught to approach all matters inside the ropes.

With the sexual tension in the ring so thick that you could take a chainsaw to it, one would be hard pressed to blame Bryan for letting things go a little overboard with the flirtatious teasing. He certainly didn't mean to belittle his Amazonian companion by the flirtatious direction he had taken the match, but seeing as how she was all gung-ho for some sensual teasing early on in the spar, a part of him just figured that turnabout was fair play. Maybe she was all for adding some kinkiness to the match early because she wasn't taking it too seriously. But after prying herself free from his waistlock, the model athlete could tell that wasn't the case anymore.

"Whoa...uh, alright babe, you got it. Well jus play it out like a regular match then...for realsies." Bryan said while stepping back, immediately recognizing the noticeable tone shift in Alaina's voice. That competitive drive she brought to the ring had seemingly taken complete control of her, something that was no doubt nurtured in this fabled Dojo of hers. Bryan raised his arms and scratched the side of his nose in cocky gesture before going into a grappling stance, reapproaching the Amazon with methodical footwork before brazenly rushing up to her and pressing her into the ropes behind her. After a quick knife-edge chop to her chest to hopefully make her more subdued for the trip, Bryan would attempt to Irish whip Alaina across the ring to bounce off the adjacent ropes and sprint right back towards him.

Alaina was happy to see Bryan taking things seriously, however, his surprise rush caught her off guard! She was forced back against the ropes and chopped hard across the chest! Her own performance was lacking! She groaned, with a red chest thanks to the aftermath of the hard, precise chop! Alaina was whipped to the opposite end of the ring and she bounced off the far ropes, rocketing right back at Bryan!

In a weird way the more competitive this was getting the more turned on Alaina was getting. She fought that off for the moment, realizing that she was in here to train and win. Her mind began to race with possible attacks she could use to halt Bryans increasing momentum! A task far easier said than done... Bryan was no slouch inside the ropes! As she got close to Bryan she leapt up into the air, twisting herself horizontally in an effort to hit Bryan right in the chest with a cross body block!

As per the norm for the model athlete, Bryan was keeping the tempo of the match speedy and unpredictable. It was method of wrestling he couldn't quite shake even when it was just him and his lady friend in a secluded gymnasium with no crowd to please. And one that was apparently working nonetheless after his knife-edge chop across Alaina's busty chest stunned her enough to send her flying across the ring.

Fighting off those sensual urges was no walk in the park, especially after all that sweaty friction from holding her so tightly. But Bryan knew he had to focus when the Amazon was already sprinting right towards him after rebounding off the ropes. He planned a scoop slam or a Lou Thesz press before his plans went right out the window, the model athlete widening his eyes once Alaina went airborne. He managed to catch her with one of his arms between her thighs and the other over her shoulder, but 160 pounds of beautifully sculpted muscle easily took him off his feet as he was slammed back down to the canvas.

"Oooph!" Bryan coughed out some air in his lungs from the Amazon's ring shaking slam, his legs jerking upward before settling back down to the canvas with the rest of him.