Training Date

Bouncing back to his feet with only the faintest recollection of whatever he had just done, Bryan would teeter back on his wobbly legs until his back found the ropes behind him. He leaned against the ropes and panted exhaustively from hauling the hefty Amazon up in the air like that, though he knew better than to make a comment on his lady friend's weight. Knowing full well that it was all muscle, and he'd rather not rile her up anymore than she already was.

Bryan wiped away the sweat from his eyes as Alaina's clutched her bodacious backside, briefly distracting himself before he shook his head to remind himself of the intense spar he was in. The model athlete would take off sprinting towards the Amazon only to leap over her on his way to the adjacent ropes. Once he got there we would leap in place, plant his feet on the middle rope, and springboard off them for a crescent leap back towards Alaina for a high-flying lionsault! Bryan intending to crash his chiseled abs squarely atop Allie's midsection or lower lumbar, either one being preferable to the much harder canvas.

Normally Bryan would be a little more concerned for his lady friend's well-being after seeing her get pancaked to the canvas, but Alaina must have done something to light his competitive fires because all Bryan could think of was his next maneuver...and of how undeniably sexy Alaina looked at the moment, but that thought never really left his mind anyway.

After seating himself on Alaina's thighs and with a heaving tug on her wrist, Bryan guided the weary Amazon back up until she was seated and practically propped up against him. Bryan scooted forward until there was nary of inch of space between their sweat glistened frames and wrapped his arm around her head in a constricting front facelock. The sensual undertones of the hold obviously weren't lost on Bryan, their shared sweat intermingling with her heaving orbs rubbing up against his chiseled pecs. But Bryan hoped Alaina would tap out before she got pissed for bringing that element back into the spar.

"C'mon Allie, it's just a spar...No harm in tapping out early to your devilishly handsome boyfriend..." Bryan teased before tightening the headlock and flexing his bicep against her cheek.

"...nngh...C'mon Allie...there's not wanting to lose and then there's just being plain old stubborn...I'm halfway tempted to call this thing a draw jus cause I don't wanna see you get hurt over this." Bryan uttered in between his continued strained application of the facelock. He probably couldn't expect much of a response from her considering the amount of constriction he was placing upon the Amazon's head and neck. And he honestly didn't think Alaina would have been willing to call it quits that early either...

Bryan wrenched in the hold throughout Alaina's fervent resistance, but it was becoming fairly obvious that she was making some headway in squirming free. After one more re-assertive tug on the headlock, Bryan would collapse backward until Alaina was laying atop him. He wrapped his toned legs around her waist and applied some pressure on her midsection in the hopes that the repositioning and the newfound constriction would get her to call it quits.

Bryan cranked down on the hold with enough torquing strength that he feared that he may have been taking this initially light-hearted spar too far himself. He honestly didn't think he had it in him to turn up the juice to such a degree and consequently be seconds away from potentially earning a victory over Alaina. But once he noticed her fading resistance and waning breaths, the model athlete could tell that he had the Amazon in one of those inescapable situations. His educated guess being factually proven when he felt his lady friend tap out on the canvas and subsequent releasing of the hold.

Bryan slumped back down and let his heavy breathing tell the tale of how dead tired he was. The exhaustive tolls of the match were keeping him briefly spreadeagled and pining for some heavy refreshments, but for now he needed to take minute to pat himself on the back. Alaina was on whole higher level of competition than he was, and he figured part of his victory was due in fact to her just not seeing him coming. The next time they duked it out he didn't expect things to go this easily, but for now he wanted to make sure Alaina wasn't taking this loss like it was the end of the world.

"C'mon Allie, you know you woulda had me if even the slightest thing went wrong for me...and doesn't it feel good to get that inevitable loss out of the way now, against yours truly instead of some crazy Coalition chick?" Bryan stated while wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her in close to his side, offering Allie a shoulder to rest her head on. "But tell me...does this make me Entropy Champion? Cause I may have to make a few fashion adjustments to that thing if I'm gonna be wearing it everywhere..." Bryan quipped in his hopes to alleviate the mood and help Allie not take the loss so hard.

Bryan relaxed considerably when he heard Alaina taking the loss in great stride. He had other girlfriends who would have become all passive aggressive about all of this and slyly resented him for giving it his all when they asked for it in the first place. Hearing Allie own up to her emotions made her dig her that much more.

He held their sweat drenched forms closer together as they sort of mellowed out in the middle of the ring. It was an almost zen-like way of relaxing and enjoying the moment until Alaina posited an innuendo laden question. The Amazon peering up at him with those deep and soulful eyes. She could look downright adorable when she wasn't slamming people round...

...Zen like relaxation would have to wait.

"Ah, damn. Now I'll never get a title belt...Buuuut, I do believe I can think of a better prize than some heavy old belt strap~..." Bryan teasingly whispred as he looked down at Allie with his own smile and smitten gaze. He slyly brought Allie in for an affectionate peck, with several more to follow once he brought his arm around her back and motioned them closer together. Her soft chest rubbing against his toned pectorals with their feet intertwining the closer they got. Bryan's roving hands would slide down her back and down the curvature of her firm backside.

"You uh...you sure ya got the place to yourself?" Bryan wisely asked in between planting his lips against hers, the model athlete sort of letting matters get decidedly PG in the process...