Rena's Sparring Session (for KreepKing)

Rena was flabbergasted at the sudden shift in tone of their argument. This boy, Ronald, had suddenly turned meek and pathetic and bordering on emotional breakdown.

As he turned his back on her out of shame, she felt she had to do something, anything to right it.

"C-chotto matte! Wait!" Rena translated. "Look, would you just calm down for a second and listen to me? Okay?"

Ronald took a moment to hear what the girl had to say. Most likely it being an insult. He was used to those, anyway.
Ronald turns around, and stands up erect and ready to take any salty insult she was going to throw at him before he leaves.
He was starting to feel like an escaped refugee, blind folded and ready to be executed.

"Here it comes..."

Rena was glad Ronald was still open to talk. She was even sort of impressed with the newbie. She hadn't seen anyone get that kind of 'air time' since Michael Jordan retired.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," she apologized. "I got surprised and overreacted. You shouldn't have attacked me like that, but it's my fault for forgetting this is Sex Wars..."

('air time' since Michael Jordan retired? LOLOLOLOL I'm lauging my ass off)

Ronald listened as Rena was explaining herself to him. Ronald never realized it, but he was actually speaking with a girl for the first time!
It took him a staggering 20 years, but he actually got a girl to speak with him! And just when he was starting to think that passing the SATs was the hardest thing in the world. Overwhelmed with astonishment, Ronald had soon became too exited to hide it. He quickly jumped at the chance to introduce himself.

"Ronald! Ronald is the name!"

To be honest, Ronald had almost got too excited, ready to get on one knee and propose to her right there on the spot. Why not? Any girl who speaks to him was worth keeping for life, because finding a girl who would even do such a thing was a difficult thing to do.
Ronald offers out his hand in form of a hand shake.

(The pun proved bigger than I expected ^_^)

"Ronald, huh?" Rena nodded at the sudden burst of enthusiasm. Then she smiled, her freckles clearly displaying her goodwill and interest. She took Ronald's hand and shook it. "Glad to meet you. I'm Rena," she introduced herself (yet again, she thought).

"*Gasp*" " title="Shocked" />
Ronald's legs had already stiffened up. He just couldn't believe it. His very hands had just came in contact with a female's!
Too many good things were all starting to happen to him too soon, he thought.

If the warmth from Rena's slender fingers weren't enough to get the boy riled up, it was the sight of her freckles, nicely decorating her face as she showcased what could be the kindest thing Ronald had ever witnessed. " title="Embarrassed" />
It was killing himself inside just to think how Rena was too much out of his league in every possible way.

"S-so w-what would this be? A tag match? A-are you my p-partner? What I'm a s-sup-posed to do, now?"
He stammers once again, trying hard not to allow his eyes to trail off and explore the valleys of her feminine build.
Ronald was too flushed to even realize that he has yet to remove his hands from the handshake.

"I'm kind of new. BUT...." Ronald raises his finger.

"I've been studying wrestling moves from various instruction manuals! I-i mean....I read about them....P-plus I used to watch wrestling on TV"

Ronald's nervousness took over him once again.

"D-d-does this qualify me as a g-good wrestler?"

Rena giggled. She found Ronald cute. He wasn't her type, of course, but his attitude was refreshing, like that nice boy Ryu and his like. Certainly nothing like Shizuka.

She pulled her hand free of his. "Well, to be honest, I'm a referee, not a wrestler. But I do train to keep in shape and to understand how the wrestlers here think and act.

"Reading and watching is good, but very different from the real thing. If we're going to see how good you are...

"Say," she brightly invited, "How about a quick spar? Show me what you can do. Then we'll see about any advice that works for you."

“*Gulp!*”
Fighting? Now? With her? Ronaldâ€s thoughts began to ponder in his brain. He should have expected this, though. He was standing in the very ring belonging to the Sex Wars, after all.

With his anxiety intensifying, he fumbles with his fingers, trying hard not to bit them off like he usually does at times like these.

“Well….erm….”

Already, Ronald could almost feel painful burns over his body as he imagined what it would be like just to have a match with Rena; having his bones broken, his limbs twisted into a pretzel, him crying like a baby with his face buried into the mat. All of these images played clearly enough that they had all felt real. In just a matter of seconds, should he accept this match, he was going to die right there in the ring with Rena on top of him. Yes….Rena…just to be buried in her fresh scent alone was worth having himself killed…


“Ahem!”

Ronald quickly snaps himself out of his perverted thoughts, trying to look composed with himself. Sigh, life as a virgin surely wasnâ€t an easy one.

“Ok…w-well, may I g-get my things ready?....please?”
Ronald pathetically whimpers, nervously pointing over at this duffel bag, sitting in the lonely corner of the ring.

Ronald's panic made Rena giggle. "Don't worry," she assured him. "I won't go all out on you. I just want to see what you can do, so I can help you.

"Go ahead and get ready," she agreed. "Do you need me to turn away?" If Ronald insisted, Rena would turn her back on him after saying "Call me if you're ready."

As Rena insisted on about-facing him, his heart rate instantly began to speed up. He couldn't help but gaze stupidly, with awe, at Rena's round prize, hiding itself snug underneath the fabric of her shorts. Looking at her ass was like witnessing the second coming of christ, himself.

"S-sooo...s-oft..."
Ronald couldn't help but say aloud to himself. In his state, right now, it was obvious that his senses were completely swallowed up in the sight of Rena's heavenly pillows, just sitting there a few feet away from him, tauning his groin.

"*Gasp!*" Good lord! Such a sight was too much for Ronald's poor, weak heart. It pounded so hard that it not only hurt, but it made it difficult to walk in a straight line over to his duffel bag without tripping over himself.

"Oh, what should I do?"

Ronald never liked the pressure that was coming over him. He knew he was going to die, but he had so much to live for. So much things to do. It would be a shame to die as a boy, still living with his mother, without a good paying job....a virgin.


Ronald shook hs head. That word. 'Virgin'. It was like a new racist term for nerds like him. Suddenly, a stray thought popped into his mind.
Ronald turned back around to take another heart pounding look at Rena's butt. Soon, the nerd had an idea. Why doesn't he spar with her just so that he can get a nice feel of her? He was going to die a virgin, anyway. Might as well go for it. Yeah, that's it. No! No, that's not it! Ronald covered his head in shame. No. He had more respect than that.

Ronald had to slap himself just so that he could continue with what was important: getting to his things.
His hands began to shuffle through the contents of his bag, with that pair of women's thong somehow leaping out of his bag.

"YIKES!" He quickly shoved it back inside. Seeing this would propably creep Rena out for sure. And if that was to happen, he may never get lucky enough to see another cute girl like her again.

After a few more minutes of looking, he had finally found his costume, burried deep at the very bottom of the bag, underneth his stacks of old porn.

"Yes! Finally!"

It wasn't much, just an old one pieace suit Ronald had made back when he was a mere child. He never had money to afford a real Halloween costume. Plus, his parents had never cared enough to even think of buying him one.

"*Gasp*!"
Ronald couldn't help but gasp again. He had just remembered that changing his clothes meant stripping off his normal, street clothes right here in the ring. Rena's back was facing him, but he never wanted to risk the possibilty of her randomly turning back around out of impatience. Looks like he was just going to have to bear with it.

He strips off his corny ass looking T-shirt and steps out of his lucky pair PowerRanger boxers. Much to one's suprise, Ronald's tall stature showcased hills, mountains, and ridges of hard mucscle on him. From the rocky undulations of his shoulders down to his more softer looking butt cheeks. He was by no means a body builder, of course, but his body had possessed lean muscle, enough to make one think that he was the athletic type. In which he's not. Mainly because because he's too scared to even touch a ball. One might think he's ok looking, but Ronald thinks he's the ugliest guy on the planet. Too bad the way he was attempting to cover himself was making him look like a retard.

A few more minutes of nearly falling to the mat because of his clumsiness, and he was finally dressed in his costume, which looked more like a cosplay than an actual wrestling attire. Funny, how the suit's strechy spandex made it easy for him to slip it on even after Ronald is now being 20 years of age.


"Alright..I'm ready...Hopefully, you are as well!"


HooverMan casually turns around in confident stride. His deep voice almost echoeing throughout the wrestling stadium. Rena had indeed looked strong, but it was time for HooverMan to put her through the test. A test of quick thinking and steady nerves. There was no doubt in HooverMan mind's that Rena had possesssed it all. Something that would make this match more fun.