Rena's Sparring Session (for KreepKing)

Ronald's comment about her butt made Rena blush and also smile. She'd never thought of herself as sexy. Cute, of course. Athletic, definitely. But- sexy?

He's sort of sweet...

She successfully managed not to giggle at the sounds of Ronald suiting up. The boy had enough trouble with his own nervousness. Rena didn't want to scare him away too soon.

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

"Sure am," Rena agreed as she turned- and gaped.

Woah! Where did he hide all that muscle? He didn't look like that before! No wonder he had air time...

I'll have to take him seriously, then...

"All right," Rena finally managed, still struggling to convince herself the musclebound guy in spandex before her was actually the stammering kid from earlier. "Standard rules? That would be a single pin fall or submission."

One might think that Ronald was still intact in his costume, but in truth, Ronald was completely gone, with HooverMan now taking full possession of the situation. And in HooverMan's eyes, Rena was yet another strong warrior put to his tests.

HooverMan silently scratches his masked chin just when Rena complied with his earlier signal with the words "Sure 'am".
Without a second to spare, HooverMan would somesault his body into the air and gracefully land ontop of the ropes. If Rena only watches on without doing anything to him at that moment, HooverMan would then bound himself off of the ropes and stretch out another corny ass looking kick aimed towards Rena. A kick that would leave him wide open should he miss.
Though, the move looked pretty useless, it was HooverMan's way of gauging the reaction time of his enemies.

Though startled by yet another amazing feat of agility from the bag of surprises that was Ronald, Rena was able to roll beneath the kick. He sure knows how to press an attack from the very beginning! And he sure can jump!

As Ronald lands, Rena will try to grab him from behind for a standing full nelson, to see how strong Ronald was. If successful in grappling Ronald from behind, Rena will basically pull Ronald into her front, her breasts pushing against his back, the close contact causing Rena to blush.

After HooverMan lands on the mat, he stands up only to feel his arms tangle up with another's from behind him. Though he couldn't see who was applying the hold from behind, the feeling of the person's slender arms interlocking with his, and the warmth of that person's body snugly pressed behind him was all he proof he needed that it was none other than Rena who had caught him prisoner in her clutches. In a Full Nelson at that.

"Argh! A full Nelson! I knew I should've read up on that move last night!"
HooverMan struggles to whisper underneath his straining breath, still distressed from being held in such an uncomprising position. It looked like he forgot all about reading that one chapter on the Full Nelson back at home. One thing was certain though, Rena was teaching him all that he needed to know on the dreaded move: 1) It hurts both your neck and arms at the same time 2) It made you feel as if you were trading places with a clothes hanger, and 3) The feeling from Rena applying the hold was nothing short of arousing.

The ring had soon went silent, only thing swimming in HooverMan's mind was the feel from Rena's soft mountains of flesh hugging onto the rocky ridges of his back, and the pain shooting up his neck from having his upper spine bended to uncomfortable degrees. He starts to fight with his arms but only to no avail. He felt like he was completely robbed of all his power to move.
Whereas Ronald would have been frightened at such a pressing situation, nothing was enticing HooverMan's interests more. Ronald had a fear of being dominated, though HooverMan just loved a strong woman.

Not planning to give up easily, he kept his arms stiff in the air, hoping that Rena would get discouraged and do something else that provided an easier opening.

Rena smiled. Lecture mode overrode her usual modesty regarding close contact with boys. "This is a very basic control hold," she explained, using her height and weight advantage to improve her position. "It's not strong compared to other moves, but you can use it to easily keep your opponent under wraps. And if you want to add more power to it-"

She hooked her right leg upon Ronald's hip, then tried to do the same with her left leg, more or less hopping onto Ronald. From there she would go for a tight waist scissors, a simple but effective submission, adding, "-You do this!"

What happened next depended on how strong Ronald was. Could he support Rena on his back? Or would he fall prey to gravity and physical stress?

(God, Rena is so sexy...)


HooverMan was already starting to sweat heavily under the amount of physical pressure he is being put under. He would had never had thought that such a lithe and slender physique would be capable of coming so close to breaking him like a twig.
"S-s-so...this was how the ancient egyptians must've felt while building the...p-pyramids..."
HooverMan thought to himself. However, he was soon to find out that it was alot worse than his little analogy. It was more like placing a bag of bricks on stilts, or a circus elephant riding a unicycle. If this was what riding on top really felt like, HooverMan was glad to be a virgin.
Looks like he had no choice but to use his powerful legs once more.


Recalling back on a recent comic issue of SuperMan, HooverMan steadily kneels down on one leg, then suddenly springs himself several feet into the air, carrying the talented, female wrestler up with him. To an onlooking spectator, one would only see a masked freak, rocketing himself up in the air with over a hundred pounds of weight on his back; a theatrical show best saved for the circus, but to HooverMan, it was his only way of turning the tides.
Because Rena is supposedly taller than HooverMan, as they both descend, head first, into the mat, the top of Rena's head would be the first thing coming in contact with the ground. Unless, HooverMan wasn't the only one familiar with circus acts.

Rena had just enough time to be amazed by Ronald's jump before her head met the mat.

"Ugh!"

Devastated, she automatically released Ronald, sprawling onto her back, arms and legs splayed away from her. Ronald would probably land on her due the move.

"Oohhh," she weakly moaned, very stunned.

(lol. I'll take the bait)

Even if it looked like his plan had worked, he never counted on having his head crash into the mat as well. Once he rockets into the hard mat at comet speed, he doubles over and flops his light weight ontop of Rena's body. The rough, and bumpy contours of his pecs and abdominals meshing with the more slender, and soft build that was Rena's.
It was likely that HooverMan wasn't going to get himself up for a while. A man of his build was never used to hard impacts such as this one. Matter of fact, the impact was so hard, that it had almost knocked HooverMan out. Not that he was aware of what he was doing, but after having all of his air knocked out of him from the impact somehow, he unconsciously starts to breathe a little heavier than normal, making his heaving chest gently thrust itself repeatedly against the smooth mountains that were Rena's bosom.

Honestly, if the "Ronald side" was more mentally intact, HooverMan would've got up off of her with the quickness, scared shitless. However, HooverMan was hardly knew where he was now, completely unaware of his warm, worn out body melting on top of hers.

Rena groaned. She was as out of it as her opponent, only capable of reflexive motions such as breathing and stirring a little, not registering the firmness draped across her front. Given time, she could recover, but not immediately, not now.

"Uhhh..."

After HooverMan finally awoke, he had realized that Rena was still in her motions of recovering. Now, was his chance to make the pin and claim his victory...his very first one at that. HooverMan was about to make the cover until he looks over Rena's face as she lied underneath him, moaning and breathing heavily.
Rena looked as beautiful as a newborn, HooverMan thought. Beautiful enough to bring back the nervousness of Ronald:

"*Gasp*! What am I doing!?"
Ronald suddenly raises his hands off from Rena as he had just realized that he was actually laying ontop of a girl. His face was mixed with fear as if he was laying next to a dead body.

"Rena?..."
Ronald had never been close to women like this before, and it was starting to put massive amounts of mental pressure in him. He just doesn't know what to do.

That was, until Ronald took a smell of a particular perfume scent that had managed to linger it's way past Ronald's face mask. From there, Ronald could do nothing but think of how beautiful Rena looked, even after being sprawled out, underneath him, like this.
Ronald's eyes had went from the strands of her brown hair, to her enchanting green eyes, and even down further until his eyes were fixated on her mouth, which was partly open to help her breathing and moaning. Her sweat drenced skin also shimmered greatly in the spotlights from above the ring. Being so close to such a rare thing of beauty was beginning to feel like a dream.

"It c-cant...b-be..."
This felt surreal to Ronald. Almost as if he was actually dreaming. Was he? Did that fall actually kill him and sent him to heaven? All of these thoughts could've been wandering in his head, if it weren't for the sweet aroma of Rena's perfume.
The only lone thought in his brain was of the fleshiness of her lips; how they rested on Rena's pretty face tantilizingly for his senses. He had to get a taste of her. Dream or no dream. Afterall, this chance may never happen again.

"Here it goes..."
Her removes his mask off of his head only halfway up his face. ]Now that his mind was swamped in Rena's drugging scent, nearly all of his rationality was gone. With his fingers tangled with hers, Ronald leans in for a kiss...

If Rena doesn't wake up and beat his ass, first, that is.