Performance Testing

[Noob]

It was a slow day and Alan soon realized he had a bit of down time before he had to be backstage preparing for the next show. The Law intern decided to use some of his down time to stop by the gym. While he wasn't planning on working out, he wanted to check out the ring. Being involved in a lot of the behind the scenes actions at LAW, he wanted to try his hand at being a bit more in the limelight. Perhaps he would try to be an announcer or even a referee. Maybe he'd eventually make his way into a match. But for now Alan just wanted to have a taste of what it would be like in the ring. For all he knew it might not feel right.

Looking around he didn't see anyone too close. It was the middle of the day after all, not a super popular time to be at the gym. Alan quickly hopped into the ring and brought the water bottle he was holding to his mouth. "On your left is..." He thought for a second. "Erin Quinnnnnn...And her challenger Kathrine HARRRRRRT!" Alan announced in a loud whisper, referring to the last match he had helped with backstage.

Alan leaned back on a corner and sighed. "Naaaah...that's not right. Something feels off." He said out loud to himself. He looked around the gym once more, trying to see if he could catch someone's attention so he could actually 'announce in front of an audience'.

Spoiler

[RiotGrrl]

Miss Fortune was back in LAW. She had fought men and women alike but with little joy. Today was where it all ended. The former sorority girl was a Queen, a woman who should be worshipped and respected wherever she went. As she moved into the gym she felt the heat. It was always hot here but she didn't mind. Miss Fortune was already stripped down to her workout gear. Small red booty shirts made from Lycra that hugged her big round bottom and wide hips. On the top, a matching bikini top that barely contained her large DD cup breasts. Already Miss Fortune had a few beads of sweat deep in between her cleavage. She had sneakers on her feet and her trademark flame red hair tied back in a pony tail.

As she walked she saw a new guy.

"Hmmm who is this?"

She hung back to perv over him a little. Alan was cute, fit and Miss Fortune could see he was quite well endowed. She bit her lip, as much as she liked dominating girls and guys, she loved sex, plain and simple. Alan was toned, bigger then Miss Fortune and it sparked her interest.

"What are you doing nerd?"

Typical Miss Fortune. Her people skills were limited at best. She was never gonna win any awards for friendship.

As she heard Alan introduce the girls for practice. Miss Fortune hopped up onto the apron. She purposely hung over the top rope giving the cute guy a full show of her big breasts. With a smile she spoke.

"Why you introducing those losers when ya could wrestle? I mean, I am here and I could show you a few things.... If youre not scared of a girl?"

[Noob]

Alan didn't notice Miss Fortune until he heard her voice call out to him. Before even seeing who it was he responded. "Nerd? I though I sounded...pretty..." He said before trailing off as he turned to see the red haired beauty before him. For a moment his mouth hung open but he quickly snapped back to reality. "Pretty good!" Alan finally finished. He wasn't about to be caught speechless in the ring. Before he could say anything else though Miss Fortune took the opportunity to speak again.

"Scared of you?" He asked, surprised to hear the words come out of the smaller wrestler. He looked the redhead over before letting out a chuckle. "Maybe if you were like half a foot taller and 50 pounds larger" He commented. Alan couldn't help but think about her offer though. Sure he thought he was a decent wrestler but there was always more to learn, especially from someone who most likely had way more experience than him in the ring. At the very least he figured Miss fortune might know some tricks of the trade.

"But yeah sure, I'd love it if you could show me a few things. You might even learn something yourself too." Alan teased before he started to stretch. He really didn't expect to be doing any sparring or anything today but he was pretty excited to get the chance. "Wait, gimme a second." Alan said. He quickly slipped off his shirt and threw it over onto the ropes, revealing a decently toned body and leaving him in a pair of black shorts and sneakers.

[RiotGrrl]

Still outside the ring, Miss Fortune smiledx she was enjoying the sexy guys teasing as much as she fantasized about smothering him out.

"Oh I think I can take you as I am nerdlinger!"

She stepped through the ropes and stretched a little, purposely arching her back so her ample chest tested the limits of her top, with a warm up complete she was about to start when she saw Alan strip down.

Miss Fortune bit her lip and stood hands on her hips. She approached the male wrestler and stretched out a finger to trail it over his taut pecs. Looking into his eyes she was using all her wiles to get him distracted and wide open

"Now that's what I am talking about. Just remember you asked for this when I have you pinned, middle ring sweaty, breathless and smothered between my legs!"

Miss Fortune licked her lips and stepped back, she turned slightly to show Alan her ample bottom. It was a ploy to keep him off guard. The redhead would spin sharply and look to send a chop across his chest to get things off to a start. She was looking to get him close to the corner or ropes where the seductive New Yorker could start to work and tease the guy

[Noob]

Alan covered his mouth to try to stop from laughing at Miss Fortune's insult. It was definitely a new one for him. He'd try to pay it no mind though, figuring the woman was just trying to get a rise out of him somehow. Now that he took some time to think, he started to recognize his sparring partner. He had worked on the lighting for some of her matches and it was quite the spectacle.

"Hey...you're Miss Fortune aren't you?" He asked, wondering if he did in fact have the right person in mind. Her next sentence all but confirmed it though. Alan's face flushed red for a moment as he tried to think of a response. "I...well...Weren't you just going to like show me some moves or something?" He asked, now realizing he might be getting more than he anticipated. Just because he wasn't a wrestler in the league though didn't mean he was a pushover. Alan wasn't about to let his redheaded foe just have her way.

Readying himself, Alan couldn't help but notice Miss Fortune's rather nice ass as she turned. "You don't really plan on distracting me wi..." He started before he felt a hard chop against his chest, sending him stumbling back until he was a few feet away from the corner. "Ok...do over..." He mumbled, upset to have distracted himself

[RiotGrrl]

The reactions of Alan told the sensual redhead all she needed to know. The man liked what we saw, and was mentally undressing the New Yorker as she stood there. At least this is what she told herself. Miss Fortune was not exactly a shrinking violet. When Alan recognised her, she smiled.

"You bet, your wildest dreams are about to come true"

As the chop connected, Miss Fortune snapped her arm to the side but tried to hide the wince, it was pretty savage. As she saw Alan stumble and reset himself she felt heartened. In so many of her encounters, the New Yorker had ended up flat and humiliated. This was just a spar right, and even though her rival was bigger, she was the trained wrestler.

"Plenty of time to stare at my buttcheeks when they are smothering your cute face into a long slow 3 count nerd!"

With they she raised her hands and tried to snake an arm around Alan's neck to pull him down into a side headlock, using all her, "charms" to smush the sexy guys cheek right up against her heavy and large right breast.

If Alan wasn't careful, Miss Fortune could use her ability to not only teach him a few things, but dominate him. The New Yorkers slightly cruel nature was already on show, she was gonna tease him as much as work him over

"So what's your name nerd? I figure I'll need it when asking you if you wanna give.... "

Miss Fortune knew he had a mouthful of damp flesh but she couldn't resist

[Noob]

Alan was surprised by just how tough the smaller wrestler was. The woman had ended up on the losing end of a few of her matches that he saw so he assumed she'd be more of a pushover. He had figured that most of what they did was just for show but it appeared that at least Miss Fortune really knew how to land a hit that would sting. Caught off guard, the next thing Alan knew he was bent and stuck in a headlock. "Nnnffff...so you mean earning a pin against you?" He tried to say, referring to his dreams. While beating Miss Fortune wasn't exactly his wildest dream, the sentiment was there. What he really would have liked was to earn a win in front of a crowd. Regardless while his face was now smushed against the side of her chest he couldn't really talk too much or too clearly.

While Alan was indeed stuck, it appeared that the redhead was aiming more to tease him than to really cause any harm. As much as he didn't want to admit it the tactic was working and had brought a slight blush to his face. "I...well...Alan. Maybe you can let go and I can actually introduce myself?" He asked, slightly muffled against her boob. He decided it was probably best not to continue talking while his cheek was pressed up against her side unless he wanted an actual mouthful of breast. Instead he would try to press forward, hoping to use his size advantage to ram her into a corner and cause a bit of a shock.

[RiotGrrl]

Miss Fortune loved it when a rival was dazzled by her body, it gave her the upper hand in using her assets to distract and to eventually tease a rival, especially a man I to submission. As Alan muffled talked about pins she smirked

"Ha right, like what you gonna do? Don't make me laugh, all that's gonna happen is you flat on your back with me sat on your cute face, so there!"

As she worked the headlock, the redhead did feel a little sorry for Alan who was clearly a rookie and probably not used to the LAW girls yet. Soon as she let up, Miss Fortune found herself shoved and hit the corner.

"Agghhh HEY!'

She landed chest first letting go of Alan and slumped there for a moment before with a gasp she turned to look at the man.

"What the hell? You are supposed to be jobbing to me??"

Then in the rudest tone she could attempt, Miss Fortune let her posh Sorority girl get the better of her

"Lay down now you weak fool. I am going to smother the life out of you and you are going to beg me for more!!"

Miss Fortune didn't know Alan that well, for all she knew, the rookie had good skills and perhaps a temper? If Miss Fortune dated to speak to him like that, who knew how Alan would react? He was bigger and stronger than the Sorority brat for sure.

[Noob]

Alan managed to get Miss fortune off of him and clearly the impact had upset the woman. For a few seconds he dealt with a bit of a verbal lashing, responding only with a raised eyebrow. Sure he had seen this sort of thing in a match but experiencing it first hand was a bit different. For a moment he was just speechless. Finally though he found some words. "I'm sorry...what was that? Sure I'm no pro but did you really think you had a chance?" He asked, trying to reply with as much attitude as the redhead. If this was how she wanted to play then Alan was glad to try and throw it back at her.

Before he got an answer, Alan would aim a swift kick to his bratty opponent's chest. It wasn't meant to be particularly hard, he just wanted to stun the woman. His goal was to then toss Miss Fortune onto the mat and straddle her chest. With all her talk of smothering, an idea had popped into his head. He wasn't, after all, going to let the woman just get away without some consequences for her trash talk. One way or another he's try to shut her up for a bit.

[RiotGrrl]

Miss Fortune was stood, hands on her hips, barking orders at the poor male wrestler in a display of pure brat behaviour. What the redhead didn't bank on was that Alan was far more skilled that she gave him credit for. He smartly followed up with a kick that rocked the redhead

"Agghh you little..."

This was classic Madison. She took her eyes off the match and her rival as was suckerpunched. Like so many of her other fights this would not end well. Sure enough she clashed with the canvas and gasped, trying to get her air. Soon as she took a breath, Alan straddled her big cushiony breasts. She glared up at him.

"What the fuck you little jobber boy! My breasts are to be worshipped, not sat on! Plus... Gah...you are too....heavy!'

She could do little except raise her hands and place them on his chest. Madison had to admit, Alan was fit. Muscles, power and now in control. It also didn't escape her gaze that the male wrestler was slightly hard. Soon the predicament sunk in and Madison changed her tone

"Right OK, you pinned me, but we need to do more, I can show you how to totally win, its a move I call, 'Smothered and Covered' I promise you'll love it!!"

Now she was trying to bargain with Alan