Spar- Amy Poford vs Leo Fandero (complete)

"Pin or submission. Sounds good." she replied distractedly. A thing, am I? Amy thought automatically. But then she relented. English might not be his first language, there's no way to tell. Maybe that kind of talk is really popular with all the Argentinian ladies... Brazilian ladies... Ack, where is this kid from?

She took off her sweatshirt and sweatpants threw them out of the ring. Underneath them she was wearing a comfortable white tank top and her favorite black shorts. Her outfit wasn't her standard workout attire- her sports bra and athletic shorts were in her bag in the locker room- but she didn't seem to care. She assumed a fighting stance. "Ready when you are." Then Amy, unable to hold back her curiosity any longer, asked, "Hey, where are you from by the way?"

"Wondering about my boyish good looks and charms?" He said, sarcastically sliding his thumb against his chin and tilting his head in some kind of pose "I'm a mix breed... Half Spanish, half Irish. An unusual combination, that's probably why it's not easily recognizable at first... But I guess it makes me exotic don't you think?"

Leo was wearing black trousers today and carefully slipped out of his silk shirt. Underneath wearing a white string vest which he intended to wrestle in

"Ohh, I see. You can hardly see the Ireland in you." She watched as he took off his shirt. "Do you mind taking off the vest too? I'm not sure I could take anyone who wears one of those seriously."

"ah now thats harsh... You cut me deep." He said with a sarcastic chuckle "But if unobstructed body contact is what you're after, I won't complain." He said, pulling his string vest off so that his toned body from the waist up was bare to her.

"You know I'm at a disadvantage now... what with you being slightly more clothed on top then me..."

Amy laughed. "It's okay, I'm showing more leg than you are, so I think we're even." Amy relaxed her fighting stance. "So how do you get a fight started around here? Or is talking fashion standard procedure?"

Leo smirked.

"Alright alright.. Enough talk. I'll just ease you into the main course.." Leo will move forwards, moving his arms up for her shoulders and he tries to get in close to her for a lock up.

Amy will lift her arms again to meet Leo's lock up, but won't try to stop Leo from advancing, curious as to what sort of trick he'd pull, and how hard he'd pull it.

Leo didn't "pull" anything just yet, although he did purposefully bend his elbows as they locked up so that his bare chest slowly pressed up against her sports bra covered breasts.. If only she'd agreed to go equal with him on clothing...

Leo will start trying to get a strength advantage and force Amy back towards one of the turnbuckles, using his chest to do a good deal of the pushing.

(OOC: She's got a white tank top on.)

Amy looked away from Leo's eyes, trying not to burst out laughing. Their arms were still on each others shoulders in what was technically a lock up, but Leo's bold chest-pushing brought their bodies close together in a familiar position- it reminded Amy of her high school prom. Does he even want to fight? She thought. He seems more interested in feeling me up than beating me down.

"Hey, the guy's hands are supposed to be on the waist." Amy managed, her laughter nearly breaking through. Leo continues to push her back toward the turnbuckle. Amy continues to let him.

(ooc- ok thanks, thought she'd taken that off)

"That a fact..?" Leo whispered in an amused tone close to her cheek. "You mean, like this..?" He said, moving his arm down around her waist and locking them around her back as he pulled her away from the turnbuckles and ropes, pulling her body against his so that her tank top cover breasts pressed and flattened against his bare pecks.. starting to try and apply an up close bear hug