Beauty and the Beast (For dddyb)

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LAW was the sort of place that seemed to take care of their wrestlers and that included its gyms, at least based off the one eyed view of one of its wrestlers as he worked out, he was a former British wrestler named Ryan Knight. Once known as the Paragon of Britain, the lad lived up to his name in every sense of the word. He was upstanding, good looking, hard working and noble. The sort that did his utmost to triumph and show respect to the enemy in doing so, sure he'd earned detractors labelling him nothing more than a holier than thou sod but that hadn't stopped Ryan from trying his utmost . That all changed however following a political rally with Ryan losing his eye as a result of it all, after that he and his fellows in the UK Elite vanished from the public eye.

That was until recently, whereupon they'd returned and branded themselves 'Warriors Without Borders' and took to the indies. Destroying any and all that came their way, the once honourable Ryan Knight became a far cry from his former self. One that was now very much a black knight of sorts, that battled only for themselves and their fellows. Ryan's style had changed too, far more willing to sink lower and lower into depravity to achieve his ambitions. Twas better to rule hell than serve heaven he'd say if asked, the lad had taken to LAW now with gusto. While often he'd only step outside in the dead of night to better conceal himself here now he was early in the morning. Already lifting at the weights in a corner to himself.

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The Rebelling Paragon was dressed in a tight fitting black shirt that clung to his muscled frame with a pair of black leggings with a blue belt adorned around it and a pair of red and black trainers. His head was clad in a pitch black eyepatch that concealed his injured eye, Ryan's face was calm and composed as he did his routine. After 20 reps he'd alternate and as he did so his mind however was a turbulent whirlpool.

*Hmmmmm......how best to go about establishing dominance here?* was the first thought. He tensed his grip on his dumbbell there

*Am I sure this is the best way to go about this?* came next, suddenly followed by.......

*Could I.....do a new start?.....* Ryan paused, ceasing his lifting he jerked upright as he saw himself in the floor length mirror there. Why did that pop up in his mind there? He stood upright and set the weight down as he looked himself in the mirror, before suddenly feeling a twinge in his damaged eye and a jolt of pain. "Ngh......" he grunted as his hand went up to his eye. It flared up from time to time, usually when Ryan had an inner conflict going on. Which was why he'd been so single minded on his new wrestling outlook.

Ryan groaned and punched the floor length mirror before sitting down and resting a hand on the affected area, last thing he could do was show weakness.......

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Much like her bestie, Daisy. Princess Peach Cake was also a frequent visitor to LAW's gym. The sweet royal found it to be the perfect place to meet new people, and of course further train her peachy buns of steel. Peach had planned on working her booty out with Daisy today, but her fellow princess had to cancel her appearance. Daisy was busy figuring out where the living heck her boyfriend was, who hadn't been seen at LAW for well over a month.

Peach was single and couldn't relate to such an issue, so she was mildly disappointed yet understanding. The two of them would have plenty of opportunities to workout together in the future. Alas, she did her booty workout routine alone, still feeling the muscle pump in her buns, as she sat down on a gym bench. Peach was wearing her most revealing pink wrestling attire, only because she found it the most comfortable to workout it. In particular, her attire left her perfectly rounded backside pretty exposed, leaving little to the imagination.

She turned to notice a blonde man with black clothes and what appeared to be an eye patch. Peach couldn't quite make it out, but he was grumbling to himself aloud about something. The kind monarch decided to try and brighten up his day a little. "HEEEY!" She chirped, introducing herself. "Are you okay, dear?"

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Ryan was the sort that kept any concerns to himself, that old British stiff upper lip as he used to call it. There wasn't much point in moping about it, better to just look at how to sort it than waste time on it. Even if internally he suffered he'd press on regardless, since that fateful night Ryan often felt the encroaching darkness from his eyepatch going past it.

But still the Rebelling Paragon would press on, bowing to no one and fighting only for himself instead of supposedly higher ideals of being noble as it was. Yet sometimes he felt a lingering thought in his mind, asking him why he wasn't doing that any longer. But those thoughts would be quashed by his ambitions, Ryan believed there was no one worth else than him and his fellows now. The pain in his eye, as uncomfortable as it was became less frequent the more he endured it. Seeing it as simply a trial on the path to greatness, still hurt like hell though.

The Rebelling Paragon was taken out of his dark pit of contemplation here by a voice, sounds like a woman. Posh one at that. Ryan opened his one good eye to glance up and saw someone, Ryan could tell she must have come from a pampered background with how nice her blonde hair was framed. Hot damn those curves though, she had hips that didn't lie with a modest bust to back it up. None of this really made Ryan pay much attention however, given the pain in his eye. However that he had something to focus on it.....actually sort of subsided. But if this was a good thing or not Ryan didn't know, he could instantly tell that she must have been one that basked in the light. The light that he himself would likely have resided well in before.......

Mr Knight sighed and rubbed his eyepatch and said "Just.....phantom pain is all, sometimes the brain thinks it still works. I don't require compassion, its not a thing in wrestling......" Ryan would look down at his open right hand palm and clench it lightly before sighing. It seemed his predilection for sparring at night had dulled his daytime senses, this was a new start. A chance to assess competition perhaps, Ryan sat upright and looked at Peach and said "Pardon me where's my manners, has the day been well Ms.......? trailing off to get her to introduce herself. Peach had addressed the Rebelling Paragon, he could be civil here and there despite his fall from grace.......

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Peach listened closely to Ryan's words and well as his body language. She could tell that he was going through a troublesome period in his life, which was something Peach could surprisingly relate too. Despite her pampered background and royal status, the monarch had be violated almost routinely by those who have invaded her home in Nectarine Nation. Only recently had she become strong enough to defend herself and her kingdom, maintaining and increasing her combative skills through wrestling as well.

The wise ruler was also well aware of what phantom pain was, a scientific curse involving the mechanics of the brain and a missing or injured body part. Ms. Cake had taken that something terrible had happened to his eye, which was previously assumed to just be part of his wrestling attire. Though, now that she thought more about it, intentionally hindering your vision would be quite foolish in a combative environment. This man's eye patch was clearly more of a medical covering.

"Ms. Cake." Peach responded. "Princess Peach Cake to be precise. I rule over a fruit-filled kingdom not too far from LAW, and I come to this gymnasium to work my booty out regularly." She explained casually. "But enough about me." Peach then got off the gym bench and strolled over to Ryan. She proceeded to gently hold one of his hands, with each of her own. "Everyone requires compassion, silly. And as long as there are kind people, its a thing anywhere." Peach explained. "The eye is a very sensitive body part, having to endure that pain must be terrible. Do you need to talk about anything, or at least, introduce yourself as well, dear."

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Compassion was a rarity in the many forms that war could take Ryan reasoned, wrestling was one of those forms. The Rebelling Paragon would have at one point espoused that sort of thing prior to his fall from grace, the lad however knew and saw it differently now. Losing an eye would do that to you he reasoned, it had been the last thing Ryan had ever expected. Yet he knew it was the least of his concerns truth be told, namely the fact that this woman......she.....the way she dressed and looked. It radiated light, the same sort of light he believed he himself would once have. It made Ryan feel a pit in his gut, call it nerves, call it being repulsed, call it being reminded of how idealistic he used to be, call it back when he was being naïve and thought he could make a difference with things in the so called right way.

Regardless he kept composed, she revealed herself as Princess Peach Cake. A fitting name for one with well.....such a sweet look Ryan guessed. She came from a kingdom? Ryan had heard tales of some sort of place nearby LAW, he didn't recall ever visiting but was this woman indeed royalty? Ryan was surprised that Peach hadn't some form of a watcher around with her, a bodyguard of some kind? Granted she seemed quite confident, if that flaunting and proclamation of her magnificent curvy hills that she called her hips was anything to go by. Even one that didn't remark on the looks of their fellow wrestlers like Ryan had to admit that they certainly didn't lie, it took all the mental fortitude of the lad to refrain from gazing too intently there.......

Then suddenly Peach got off the bench and neared the Rebelling Paragon and took his hand in hers, to which he actually gasped in surprise albeit quietly so. Her skin was so soft compared to the rough and damaged palm of Ryan, the lad stared at their clasped together hands. Hers were pretty small compared to his, plus Ryan couldn't recall the last time he.....actually did that with someone. Couldn't recall the last time he hugged his Sis Lucy even. Ryan slightly bit his lower lip as Peach talked about compassion and kind people.

Funny, Ryan had gotten nothing of the sort there after losing his eye following that political rally. He'd been slammed in the British news as some brash upstart, even though all he did was protest peacefully and try to use his renowned status as a wrestler in his land in a good way to change things. And look what happened. Still Peach asked about him, Ryan glanced up with his eye at her and said "Ah yes sorry my lady. I am Ryan Knight, I hail from the UK. Don't worry about the eye really, pain just comes and goes. Doesn't happen during matches much at least. I will say about what you said there, I really don't believe I do. I've not done so having learned what ideals gets you, try to change something to help your fellow people and you end up losing an eye." Ryan would try to slip his hand away from Peach's and say "Better to rule hell than serve heaven and only fight for yourself and your own, that's the simple truth." Mr Knight would sigh, he often didn't want to even explain himself half the time. Because none could see this pragmatic reasoning, to fight only for your own sake. Peach's radiant aura just made Ryan wish he simply went to the gym at night again now..........

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Peach listened carefully as Ryan spoke to her, resisting the urge to tease him about his cute gasp and struggles not to eye her hips. Princess Cake caught that Mr. Knight had lost his eye, trying to make a positive difference for his people. It was pretty tragic, and it explained where his bitter mentality came from. Ryan was still clearly carrying oppressive scars with him, only earning more sympathy from Peach, who frowned at the man's attempt to slip his hand away.

Out of respect, she released his hand for now, before replying. "Your service to your people was quite noble of you." Peach complimented. "Though I must disagree with this 'truth' you've settled on." Peach would step closer to him, filling his space with her beauty and sweet, womanly scent. "It's quite righteous to fight for and with others, and there is only so much you can do alone."

"There's also nothing wrong with being a servant. And while I say that as a princess, I believe it is my duty to serve my people. Not just rule over them." Peach then backed up a little bit, giving him some space back, putting her hands on those wide hips. "Perhaps blowing off some steam would be helpful for you, would you like to tussle with me in the ring? She challenged. "Combat often allows fighters to truly understand each other."

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Ryan honestly regretted being at the gym during the day, he preferred the coldness of the darkness and the pale moon lighting his way. He felt himself too far gone now, the way that he saw it with his one eye that he had tried to do something good. He had dreams, the lad wanted to one day open a wrestling school and take folks off the street and give them something to learn. Then it had all come crumbling down and the Paragon of Britain had ended up being a pariah of his homeland, granted he'd made sure the man who scarred him so was locked away in jail for the maximum penalty but the damage had been done. Folks up high wanted Ryan gone, so he realised he couldn't change things for the better. Best to just focus on himself now. Peach's light just made Ryan want to slink away from it, to not be reminded of how bright and noble he once was......it was nearly making the pain in his eye shoot up again just thinking about it.

Peach......actually spoke of how noble the things Ryan had tried to do for Britain there, making him actually sit there with his mouth slightly agape. Honestly truth be told, she was the first in such a long while that had actually said anything remotely positive about the Rebelling Paragon. Ryan lowered his head to hide any further expression there however, using his messy blonde hair as a curtain. He felt his cheeks slightly redden, but it was subsided as the princess neared him and he could smell her sweet scent. This prompted Ryan to shift his gaze back to her as she talked about disagreeing with his so called truth. Ryan simply sat there, he didn't really bother debating anymore with people. It had been the very thing that left him down one eye after all.

Peach discussed of how she worked for the people, not the other way around. Ryan quietly stared at her, she talked big there. But wrestling had a lot of that, the girl struck a sassy pose there putting those hands on those magical hips of hers. Peach extended an offer to suggest having a battle sometime, perhaps actions could speak louder than words here. She.......wasn't wrong, perhaps the Rebelling Paragon would help Peach understand that he belonged in the dark. He could make the light vanish and feel the cold embrace once again, Ryan actually smiled. It was small but genuine actually. He'd stand up and near the princess and say "Hmmm.....I can see your reasoning, very well. Let's do a proper match, not a spar okay? Ryan prior had pulled his hand away from the princess, but here he'd extend it in offering of a match agreement and if there was one thing that Ryan even with his fall from grace was known for it was still being a man of his word at least.

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Princess Cake smiled as she noticed two signs of Ryan slightly loosing up. As much as he may have tried to hide it, he had a small blush and a sincere, little smile. Peach was very good at reading people. And though it would take more time to completely light away the darkness within him, Ms. Cake's sweet heart, strong spirit, and righteous aura had done a fair amount already. And of course, her sweet scent and killer curves also seemed to have ...an effect.

Peach happily excepted Ryan's handshake, gripping his own hand with her soft fingers once again. "Oh of course we'll make it proper, dear." Peach agreed. "That way the public can see what leads to your redemption." Peach then raised their hands up. "Just a quick note." Ms. Cake would then proceed to spin around and use her strong hips, to bump the side of her butt right into his waist. Ms. Cake did it hard enough to rattle Ryan a bit, flashing him a wink afterwards. "Don't underestimate me, sweetie."

With that last quip, Peach would exit the gymnasium. The monarch's sexy, curvy hips naturally swayed from side to side, as Princess Peach Cake made her exit. Aside from his somewhat bitter demeanor, Peach had found the muscularly toned Ryan handsome, and even a little cute. Even more so, Ms. Cake could see how much he needed some genuine wisdom and compassion. And she was looking forward to bringing him into the light, no matter what it took.

[Deus001]

Well there it was, Ryan had gotten himself a match booked. A nice way to get himself involved in LAW he reasoned, Peach seemed like royalty that came into wrestling thinking it was a fun time. Ryan could be sure to show her that the path to greatness was rough and dark, many a pitfall lurked in there and you had to be hardened to really make it. The lad had learned this from his fall from grace, getting to see that you could do better going deeper below rather than trying to reach higher. At least that's what he was telling himself, Peach was the sort that kinda reminded Ryan of his previous self. It made him feel a bit down actually, regardless the deal was struck. Even with his darkened state Ryan still could be respectful, as shown by his handshake on the deal with no underhanded things in mind. Peach took the former Brit up on his offer, gently taking his hand in hers.

She spoke of how it would lead to Ryan's redemption, he lightly frowned. Did she expect it to be like that? Ryan was convinced himself that he was too far gone for that, given his state. Yet he made no remark on it, trash talking was never something he preferred to indulge in anyway regardless. The princess then stated one thing to be known, Ryan's eyebrow rose a bit more. Before suddenly Peach would spin around in place and lift their hands up and suddenly bucked her heavenly hips right into his toned waist. With enough force that Ryan actually took one step backwards, yet even with the force behind it the lad swore he felt softness there. He gasped ever so slightly as he looked into Peach's eyes as she winked at him, a light blush tinged his cheeks as he didn't expect such forwardness.......

He spoke nothing, but merely kept looking at Peach even as she strutted out the gym. And damn those hips still had something to show for Ryan, given the way they swayed from side to side as if to wave goodbye to him. Ryan stood still until Peach was no longer in sight, before suddenly turning around and grabbing the bench he had sat on and flipped it over. Followed by him putting his arms on the nearby wall and burying his head into them.

"Confound her! She.....vexes me......Rghhhhhh........" Ryan hissed out to himself before running his hands down his face and saying "No matter.......I'll prove it to her that my way is true for me. Going out in the day's more trouble than its worth......." with that Ryan would grab his things and head out himself and already he couldn't wait for nightfall.......

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