Guess It's a Play Date (Ducky)

[Leira]

"Not a wise choice."

Not everyone took such bold banter so well, so if Elle had someone in front of her willing to absorb it and bounce it back at her, she would take every advantage. "And you'll be so sore, you'll never make the flight! You should have made your escape when you had the chance."

As he stepped past her, Elle retreated further into the room, only stopping to rest her butt against the back of her couch and watch him with her arms crossed like some final boss awaiting him. That aura didn't last too long since Elle was a fidgeter and had started playing with the end of her braid before he finished his comment about the neighbors. He had a good point, but she shrugged and made a dismissive noise. "I don't much care what they imagine. I just don't want them to have pictures for blackmail." Both partially true, and any non-wrestlers who filled this apartment building had to know that there was more fucking going on than an Olympic village among the wrestlers. And Elle wasn't even fucking!

She turned over onto her elbows to lean over the couch when he asked about the mats. Trying to avoid being to exorbitant with the first decent amount of money she had ever enjoyed in her life, her apartment was not huge, but she had found some space. A couple of small, pink-tinted mats were squeezed between her TV cabinet (sans TV) and the foot of the couch. "In front of the couch. I say we count the couch as part of the mats too so I can stuff you between the cushions."

At the revelation, she swung around so she sat on the arm of the couch, letting her legs swing and coyly studying him. "First to submit twice is the king or queen of the weight benches? No strikes?"

[ADarlingDucky]

Once the door was open, El Rey would enter inside Elle's apartment, joining the brunette inside her nice and cozy living space, taking a look around as she invited him in, more jokes about her beating him as he stepped inside, leaning against her couch as she addressed him! Her response about her neighbors getting pictures for blackmail would draw a slight chuckle out of the man, and as she pointed out the area that they would be doing their wrestling, he took a moment to lean over her shoulder and check it out! Pink mats on the floor, a decently sized space between the cabinet and the couch, enough for what he figured that they would be doing, and he'd turn back to smirk with her as she mentioned using the couch!

"Certainly! Not sure if I'd fit between the cushions though... But I can't say my plan was too much different, to be honest. I just planned on using you as my cushion." He said with a wry smile, the first overt reference made to sitting on her, the luchador feeling emboldened now that they were about to wrestle! So when she laid out the conditions for him, two submissions and no strikes, he would take a performative moment to pretend like he was considering it, before eventually shrugging his shoulders and smiling!

"I guess if you want me to make you tap twice, than I can do that! Once is probably enough, but I'll do one more for the bench's sake." He said with a smile, before stepping around to the side of the couch where she sat! A smirk once more crossed his face, as he eyed her swinging her legs, looking back up at her!

"I'm ready when you are, Queenie." He said, before reaching out and pressing a finger against the upper part of her chest, just below her collarbone! He'd give her a very gentle push with his one finger, intending to topple her backwards off of the couch arm and onto the couch itself, while he stepped around and took his boots off, seeing if she'd get riled up from his action, or play it cool as she had been!

[Leira]

Darn. That one went straight to the hips. More like between the hips. Not many people had ever been bold enough to threaten to use Elle as a cushion. Most threats struck that range of being so absurd (I'm going to tear your head off! I'm going to smother you straight to the hospital!) that they could barely affect the brunette. His sounded suitable enough for the situation while also being somewhat intimidating (it would have been if Elle knew how to be intimidated). The Californian couldn't let it go wanting without a retort though.

"You're awfully optimistic for someone about to be wrangled like a toro." California's Latino population and her friends among them helped ensure she could speak enough Spanish to hold a basic conversation, and it seemed like the time for the jab. "It's one tap for each horn. I can probably be finished up by bedtime." Given it wasn't especially late, that wasn't much of a threat, but she figured he would appreciate the effort nonetheless. He had proven nothing but fun.

Oh, and he was pushing her now. It wasn't much of a push, but Elle chose to look horrendously slighted as she gently fell over onto her back. Like a tigress jumping back into action, she whirled to fall off the couch and land on her feet with some degree of grace, glaring at him though a smile was trying to slip its way through. "Now you've done it," she warned.

She beckoned for him to come with an outstretched palm like a stereotypical movie martial artist.

[ADarlingDucky]

As he reached out a single finger to place it on Elle's chest and give her a gentle shove onto her couch, the masked man couldn't help but smirk at the words that she had said to him, raising an eyebrow as she threw out some Spanish of her own, as well as threat to wrangle him! As she swung around and onto the mat after his gentle push, the masked man would step around and onto the mats, his boots having been removed now as he watched her fix him with a friendly glare, before extending a hand out! She looked ready and raring to go, and the way she held her ground already had him eager to begin, looking up and down her curvy frame with another long gaze, a bit more obvious about his ogling now that they were about to wrestle!

"Impresionante! Look at you, busting out the Spanish! Maybe I can teach you some new words while I've got you under my trasero!" He said with a smirk, stepping towards her, ignoring her warnings about how he had done it now! Instead, he would suddenly reach out towards her, looking to grab her outstretched arm at the wrist, and pull her in nice and close, catching her gently with an arm around the waist, as if the two were about to begin slow dancing!

"Two taps before bedtime though? I'll take that as a challenge, hermosa..." El Rey said, before he would suddenly spin her around and attempt to lift her up off the mat, just a touch, before he'd swing her down onto the floor!

If it all worked out, El Rey would end up coming down gently on top of Elle, swinging a leg over to immediately straddle her, looking to take advantage of the fact that she was likely not expecting her to quite literally whisk her off of her feet, before he would grab her wrists and pin them down! It all was quite intimate, with the muscled man flashing a wry smile at her from up above while he kept her pinned down, leaving her in a position where she would have to try and get out from under him, all while he stared down at the woman pinned under him!

"Well, I'm right here Queenie..."