Rena's Sparring Session # 003: (for Kenichi) (complete)

Kenichi's reaction broke Rena out of her pleasant joint-stretching session. Realizing he had been gawking at her, she giggled. "Gomen, Kenichi-kun. I wasn't considerate of you. Don't worry; I'm done now. You can look at me again."

She walked over to the middle of the ring, waiting for Kenichi to join her. "Now that I think of it, we haven't decided the rules yet, have we?" She smiled sheepishly. "Since we're just sparring, let's have a standard match. Single fall by pin or submission. What do you think?"

"Ah, no no, it's fine. Single pinfall sounds good, better than some of those matches I've seen," Kenichi said scratching the back of his, "Why did they make him wear that leotard," he mumbled to himself.

"Now what? We have our wrestlers, we have a ref," he says, some of Elder Fuurinji's humor twinkling in his eyes, "do we ring a bell?"

Rena heard the comment about the leotard. She went blank for a moment, trying to remember who it was.

Oh, wait, it was Itzal-san, I think. And he was made to wear a ballerina outfit, not a leotard. Or did I remember it right? Oh, well. It's not important.

She beamed. "Ding," she provided. "Match start."

Rena would bring up her hands. Soon as she sensed Kenichi was ready, she would grab at Kenichi's head for a swift side head lock.

With a lazy grin Kenichi will move forward, hands up, and will be caught off guard as Rena swiftly caught him in a side headlock, pressing his face against her rather impressive feminine attributes.

"Nice one!" He grunts, his lips lightly brushing her clothed bust.

He'll grab her thin wrist in his calloused hand, and start twisting it outward, trying to loosen the hold, he also be pulling his head back trying to get it out from under her arms.

Rena allowed Kenichi to grip her wrist, even to pull his head out of her arms. Then she ducked beneath Kenichi's still-outstretched arm, the one grasping her wrist, so that her shoulder pushed up against it. Her free hand she used to grasp that same arm, so that she could throw Kenichi over her shoulder judo style.

"Whoa!" Kenichi will land flat on his back, and look up at Rena, "very nice! Judo?"

Kenichi will roll away but only get up to a seiza sitting position, hands on his knees, smiling expectantly at her.

Kenichi's agility made Rena blink. Then she smiled back.

"Yeah. Very basic, but very effective. You're pretty good," she observed. "Most people I hit with that usually show it. And I hadn't been holding back on that."

"Ah no, no, I felt that," Kenichi replys while scratching the back of his head, his back aching from the impact, "but it happens to me a lot, so I've kinda learned to roll with the punches."

"Thank you for taking me seriously though, now then," nod slightly to her, "now come on, show me what you got!"

Rena found the brief glimpse Kenichi gave her of his background highly interesting. But the match beckoned more strongly.

"All right, then!" she brightly agreed. "Get up, and I'll show you what Ryuzu Rena can do."

Feeling pumped up, she would lock up with Kenichi as soon as he was on his feet, aiming to push him towards the nearest ropes for an assisted Irish whip and a follow-up clothesliner.

Kenichi will let Rena push him towards the ropes, and then toss him towards the other side of the ring. He'll bounce off the ropes and careen back towards Rena.

But kenichi will duck under the clothesline, and use the ropes to bounce back and slide tackle her legs out from under her.