Boisterous Bright Babe Boxes Beautiful Brawny Braggart (for killcarrion)

[Cosmos]

Many would freely admit that a gym was an unlikely place to hear the sound of a harmonica playing. But with his sister forcing him to wait an absurdly long while, Joshua figured it was best to put the otherwise empty time to good use. The amber-eyed, black-haired boy sat upon the ring apron, sliding the harmonica upon his lips as he played a nostalgic tune that had been with him since his youth. In fact, he'd known it as long as he had possessed the instrument itself, a treasured memento from the time before he had been adopted by Estelle's father, Cassius Bright.

Fortunately, he was the only occupant of the gym currently, so he didn't have to concern himself about distracting other people from their workouts. He heard the door to the corridor that led to the locker rooms open, and the sound of gloved leather slapping together in muffled applause. He ceased playing and raised his head to see a smiling Estelle.

"Brilliant as always, Joshua! Though you aren't gonna get any spectators admiring you here, apart from your darling sister~"

"I wouldn't be playing at all if I didn't have to sit around idly, acting as the loyal brother waiting for his lazy sister." He retorted with an amused look. His comment earned a flat look from the twin-tailed brunette.

"Yeah yeah, you make your wise cracks all you want, Mr Comedian. You don't have to sit around and watch me do some boxing practise, y'know." In actual fact, this gym was a private facility for participants in the LAW league, giving fighters an isolated and secluded space from the public eye. Wrestlers were allowed, but few frequented it due to the gym specialising in boxing equipment. Sand bags and punching bags were set up to help boxers hone their punches, or let off some steam. And there was also the aforementioned ring, where spars and matches of a non-sanctioned nature often took place. Since the female Bright sibling had signed up for boxing as well in LAW, she had decided to use the premises for personal training, having changed into her boxing gear.

Estelle

"Well, I have to make sure you stay out of trouble, remember." In Joshua's view, chaos and mayhem stuck to Estelle like toffee. "Though, I may have to trust you on your own for a little while. Tonight is grocery night, after all." Joshua slid himself off the apron, placing his harmonica gently on the side of the ring. "Sure you'll be able to keep yourself in one piece until I get back?"

"Pshaw, go ahead! Just remember to get me that ice cream I like. It's two for one right now, don't forget!" Joshua rolled his eyes, unsure of why his sister was willing to pile calories back on so soon after burning some. "See ya later!~" As her brother exited the gym through the entrance doors, Estelle would approach the nearest blue punching bag, beginning to pummel it with her orange gloves as she hummed to herself the very song Joshua had been playing only moments before...

[killcarrion]

Although time had passed since the The Bryan Danielson had officially been booked on a televised match, Twitter updates had kept his passionate fan-base satiated for the duration of his in-ring absence. As did vague Instagram pictures edited through elaborate black and white custom filters that he believed were ravishing enough to adorn museum walls. Although it wasn't as if he had completely disappeared from the limelight during this time. Magazine covers around the world still capturing his alluring gaze and studly mystique throughout his prolonged hiatus as his stock in the modeling world had skyrocketed nevertheless. High-end brand labels were ringing off the hook to get his name attached to their clothing lines. New revenue streams were pouring in for bit acting roles in early afternoon soap operas and commercial advertisements for products ranging from shampoos to beach vacation destinations...basically whatever entailed him not having his shirt on.

However, B-RY was aware that eventually the wrestling world would yearn to witness his flawless physique in action once again as the heralded and accomplished veteran he was. Bryan professing to this day that the only reason he's never won a championship belt was because none of their designs were ever fashionable enough to be seen clasped around his waist. But in anticipation of the day he's called back into the squared circle, Bryan has taken it upon himself to adhere to his strict training regimen and even begin training with boxing lessons given the resurgent popularity in the sport. Hesitant though he was to risk scoffing scrapes or Heaven forbid, actual bruising against his handsome visage, the pros outweighed the cons when it came to further expanding the combative sports he could excel at. Not to mention the added salary bonuses meant to fund his lavish lifestyle off camera.

"So then I said...You want a tip? I'll give ya a tip. Maybe if you spent more time in a tanning bed you wouldn't look like a flab-riddled tub of mayonnaise~..." Giggled guffaws could be overheard down the hallway Joshua was exiting through, passing by him being Bryan Danielson and some lovely lady-friends accompanying him with one arm slung over each. Paying no mind to the dark-haired passerby as they thrust open the double doors leading to the training facility. Bryan already dressed in his boxer briefs after a trip to the locker-room with his cheerleaders dressed in skimpy dresses and matching sports bras. The obnoxious trio approaching an adjacent punching bag with the ladies stepping to the side preparing to record on their self-phone Bryan's boxing routine. A sly glance to the side having him notice a certain twin-tailed neighbor and chortling to the ladies. "Geez, I'll guess they'll just let any ol' country bumpkin use these facilities...*snort*..."

B.R.Y.

[Cosmos]

The observant Joshua would take note of the vainglorious playboy strolling past him, cradling a pair of female escorts who appeared to be chortling in response to some kind of joke their muscular idol had told them. He paused, glancing over his shoulder with an odd sense of foreboding dread filling him...but no, it was just an obnoxious guy trying to impress his female arm candy. Pushing the concern out of his mind, Joshua exited the hallway just as Bryan did, the latter entering the gym while Estelle was intently focused upon her workout regime. The twin-tailed girl drilling her punches into the sandbag in front of her, envisioning an opponent's weakened areas and capitalising on them to wear her foe down...

...Until some loud, arrogant lunkhead began to snort loudly at the punching bag next to hers. The verbal jab was accompanied by some amused giggles from his shameless entourage in their skimpy outfits, almost looking like cheerleaders. With each word he spoke, Estelle's fists crashed harder into the bag in front of her, beginning to envision this smug jock's face being on the receiving end of her punches...until a particularly hard haymaker crashed against it with enough force to echo around the gym.

"And I guess they'll let people drag in any kind of groupies that they pick up off the street!" She retorted back, peeling her eyes away from the punching bag to stare at Bryan, as if trying to burn him intensely with her glare. "Country bumpkin or not, I know how to back my words up...unlike you, pretty boy. You'd probably have a massive freak out if your face took one little tap from these babies." Lifting her orange-gloved fists to emphasise her point to the rude interloper, her eyebrows raising to match them with a smirk on her lips. "Bet your glass jaw wouldn't last three minutes against my uppercuts!"

[killcarrion]

Slinging arrows at fellow models was practically par for the course within Bryan's vapid and vainglorious profession. Minuscule imperfections were seen as egregious bulls-eyes rife for targeting, whether it was meant as mere ribbing or callous ridicule intended to get within the vacuous headspace of other supermodels competing for the same magazine spreads you were. Therefore, unparalleled fashion icon and seasoned veteran in the business that he is, how could Bryan bite his tongue when it came to the twin-tailed ogre beside him? Split ends, last season apparel, and not a hint of exfoliating skincare to be seen. And here Bryan thought scheduling this little boxing sesh in the late afternoon to avoid the crowds would have made for a boring exercise routine. Except here this fashion disaster was providing all the entertainment he could ask for. B-RY and his accompanying ladies laughing the night away when Estelle's hollowing haymaker startled them enough to grab their attention.

"Hey, we're not groupies!!! We're like, B-RY's specially designated enthusiasts, or sumthin. Yer jus' jelly you don't get to oil him up like we do, ya little sk-" Bryan hushing up his lady friend with a calming hand on her shoulder as he stepped up to stand before this loudmouth himself, confronted with his immaculate physique and handsome visage. "Easy there Pixie, let me handle this....Heh, sorry to break it to ya babe, but not only does that punching bag have a better figure than you, but it's got a better chance of beatin' me in the ring than you too. But you know what? The Bryan Danielson is feeling generous tonight. Eight rounds. Three minutes each, and my esteemed ladies will manage the clock. Today, I'mma grant you the prestigious opportunity to not only be beautified by these glorious fists of mine, but get a sneak peek at the Golden Era of B.R.Y.~..." Bryan then striding past Estelle on his way towards the Men's locker-room, tote bag slung over his shoulder containing his change of outfits.

[Cosmos]

"...So groupies, basically." Estelle spoke with a flat expression as the ladies took offense to her appropriate wording. Seems like they hadn't expected her to snap back, but Estelle was never one to take insults lying down. Though, their male pimp didn't seem content in letting his girls fight his battles for him, as he strode forward and began to talk down to her some more. Estelle readied herself for a verbal match, only for this braggart to suddenly propose a spontaneous boxing match between them. She could already imagine Joshua in her ear, urging her not to accept, to avoid getting in over her head. But her sensible brother wasn't available to warn his irrational sister to look before she leapt.

And truth be told? Bryan had pissed her off with his smug attitude. How could she turn down the chance to pound the pretty boy's prized face in? "Oh yeah, Mr Preening In The Mirror? Well, Estelle Bright's my name, and I say you're on!" She declared loudly. "Dunno what you mean by 'Golden Era', but I bet you'll look great with some shades of black and blue on your body and face! Probably don't know the first thing about boxing, just wanna impress these floozies of yours..." As Bryan departed briefly to the changing rooms, Estelle would eye the ladies who had accompanied him suspiciously. "Just 'cuz you're managing the clock, doesn't mean you better pull any funny stuff, got it?! I'm watching you two..."

Of course, how she would focus on both Bryan and his girls at the same time was anyone's guess, but she hadn't quite thought that far ahead for the answer...or even the question. Nonetheless, Estelle would grip the bottom rope with her orange gloves and spring up onto the apron, before slipping into the ring and moving to the nearest corner while pounding her gloves together a couple of times. "Y'know, I bet he chickens out and abandons you both here. Guys like him bark loud but have no bite, y'know?" The brunette winked with a smirk as she waited to see if she was right on the money...

[killcarrion]

"Aww, S'amattah baby? 'Fraid us floozies are gonna try to mess wit the match or sumthin?~...Our man's gonna flex all over yer bitch ass without our help, than maybe we'll have some fun~..." Cackled laughter from the vapid mean girls accompanied their parting words as Estelle made her way inside the boxing ring, flicking their hair with a hip sauntering sway towards B-RY's corner. Bryan himself contemplating this rather fortunate turn of events as he started gearing up within the locker-room, a sparkling glisten beaming from his totebag as he unzipped it. The model athlete expecting nothing more than a routine workout with some time spent in the facilities private jacuzzi afterwards with his delectable arm candy making it a hot tub in more ways than one. Instead he's been gifted the golden opportunity to unveil an outfit he'd just gotten freshly tailored today with a practice match. Not just an outfit though, but a reinvention of himself altogether. A chrysalis transformation the likes of which this Estelle Bright would remember for the rest of her country bumpkin days...

???

Estelle's mocking commentary culminated with the blanketing darkness of the gymnasium losing its lighting, bathing the facility in nothing but the moonlight. The entourage at ringside retained their composure with smirking giggles as several seconds passed before a lone spotlight illuminated the center of the ring and Gilded Adonis within. Bathed in light and bearing a resplendent cape that shimmered beauteously as if swathed within an ethereal aura, appreciating the splendid scent of his golden rose as he disrobed with a dramatic flourish. The fitness center lighting up once again in tandem with this gesture, the yolked musculature of a Greek God presented to the country bumpkin and the ecstatic swooning of his entourage overheard in the background. Bryan's back presented to Estelle with a five star pose that brought a tightened flex of his glutes~...Pivoting around to join his hands behind his head to showcase his jacked physique and oiled brawn, an emphatic jiggling of his pectorals being the final blow of this exhibition. "So, you ready to rumble?~..."