Room for Uncertainty

[RockRye]

For ADarlingDucky

The air-conditioned chill of the LAW training facility brushed against Michaela’s skin, contrasting with the faint heat rising in her cheeks.

"Every hallway looks the same...," she murmured to herself, one hand adjusting the strap of her bag while the other pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. The excuse felt necessary, even if no one was around to hear it. Navigating her way through the vast corridors of even one of LAW's many campus buildings had turned into an unintended test of her patience, and with each locked door, her confidence took another tiny hit. She wriggled yet another one, finding it staunch and indifferent to her touch, too. An annoyed voice from within yelling occupied like it was a bathroom stall had her wincing.

It wasn’t like this was new territory. After all, this was the same Michaela Gontier who had left behind the familiar yet suffocating structure of her childhood in Canada to traverse the unknowns of Europe. But somehow, finding the right private training room felt more like solving a riddle she wasn’t quite prepared for. The thought made her chuckle under her breath... just a little. She was dressed for a serious workout, wearing a snug white sports bra and matching yoga pants that clung to her figure, accentuating her curves and athletic build. But she needed to find the workout before she could work up a sweat in it.

With Iya occupied with something that sounded suspiciously sinister, Michaela hadn’t even tried to pry or ask her to come along. She knew better than to ask questions she wasn’t sure she wanted answers to, especially when it came to Iya. So, with her tag team partner unavailable, Michaela had decided to venture out on her own to LAW’s expansive training facility so she could get lost and accomplish nothing.

When she finally found a door that wasn’t locked, her excitement bubbled over.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, pushing the door open with a bit more vigor than intended. The sound of her voice echoed faintly in the otherwise quiet space. Without even a glance around, Michaela stepped inside, letting the door close behind her with a soft click.

She bent over to drop her bag on the floor, fingers fumbling to zip it open as she muttered under her breath. Her phone went in first, her keys following shortly after. Oblivious to her surroundings, Michaela stayed bent over for a healthy few seconds, not so much as considering that another figure might have occupied the room whether the door was locked or not.

[ADarlingDucky]

Angel let out a long, satisfied groan. His body would stretch into the newest position, legs spread apart as he leaned down, so low that he could scrub his chest against the floor, testing the flexibility of the effeminate man in a way that brought a pleasant burn to his muscles, feeling the stretch doing it's job. There was truly nothing quite like a good morning session of yoga, something that the blonde had begun indulging himself in when he had arrived at LAW, and which had become a staple of his days now when it came to training! He held the position for a good few seconds, really letting his body settle into place despite the mild discomfort that it brought him as he pushed to a new limit, before slowly beginning to raise himself back up! Returning to his full height, and brushing his hair out of his face as he did so, Angel ensure that he looked as good as possible, even in the midst of training!

It was probably a good thing that he did so as well, as unbeknownst to the blonde male, he'd soon be getting a visitor within his private training room, and not one that he was expecting either! He was about to launch into another stretch when the sound of the door handle being turned would cause him to straighten back up and turn his head towards the entrance, watching it with a keen eye! Angel often forgot to lock the doors on these things, though usually it wasn't much of a problem given these rooms were rented out. However, it seemed that wouldn't be stopping whoever this visitor was today!

He'd opt to remain silent, for the moment, as a lone woman stepped inside, excitedly exclaiming as she did so, seemingly thinking she had found her own room! She quickly began to take her possessions and set them down, Angel getting a moment to look her over! White clothing that clung tight to her very curvy frame, soft pale skin, and golden hair gave her something of an angelic appearance in her own right, all as she prepared for a good workout! Not wanting to end up surprising her by leaving her to find him physically, he would begin to take a few steps towards her, calling out to the woman to alert her to his presence!

"Well hello there! Looking for someone to train with?" He offered a teasing remark to start, his tone and easygoing smile hopefully not causing her too much alarm when she realized that the room happened to be occupied! Angel would walk up to the blonde, looking her up and down before extending a hand, offering a warm smile as he introduced himself! "My name is Angel Agapi! So nice to meet a fellow wrestler!"

[RockRye]

Michaela, lost in thought about the state of her nails (they were chipping already, and she hadn’t even debuted yet) continued to think about anything and everything but the state of the room itself and the telltale signs that someone occupied it. Privacy wasn’t something she often thought about. Back home in Canada, she had grown up with space, and in Europe, her largely absent roommate had left her accustomed to an abundance of solitude. The notion that someone else might be here hadn't even crossed her mind.

Fishing her earbuds from her bag, Michaela began to hum an upbeat tune to herself, her head lightly bobbing to a rhythm only she could hear. She was mid-sentence in a mental note to book a manicure when a voice cut through her bubble of calm.

The suddenness of it made Michaela let out a sharp, startled scream, fresh out of a parody horror or prank show.

Her bag tumbled from her hands as she spun on her heels, eyes wide and filled with more anxiety than actual fear. At least it wasn’t a shadowy figure in the dark or some creep with sinister intentions. No, this was a voice, a person. She blinked at them, her gaze sweeping over their face. Her initial thought: girl. But something in the voice, or was it the, erm, obvious masculine feature on the lower half of the body, made her reevaluate. Boy.

“Sorry! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she stammered, pressing her hands to her chest as if trying to physically push the embarrassment back down. Her cheeks flared red as she quickly stepped aside, only now realizing her mistake. “I didn’t mean to barge in! The door was unlocked, and I just assumed—”

She trailed off as the figure, Angel, held up a hand. Still mortified, Michaela glanced at the hand he’d extended, the gesture catching her off-guard. After a brief hesitation, she shook it. Her grip was firm, if not a little shy. “I’m Michaela,” she said, offering him an apologetic smile. “I wasn’t really... looking for a partner. I was just trying to find a room. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

She gestured awkwardly toward the bag she’d dropped, bending to pick it up with a quiet laugh. “Guess I didn’t think to— no, that's just about it. I didn't think.”

[ADarlingDucky]

With the door opened, Angel would watch as the unaware intruder would step inside, quickly beginning to get her things settled into her bag, having missed Angel standing nearby, seemingly more than ready to workout in the first spot she found! The effeminate man had zero problems with this of course, but given that she would eventually notice his presence, it might be better if he made it known sooner rather than later, to avoid any awkward moments or misunderstood intentions! His call to the blonde would be soft and gentle, but would nonetheless result in Michaela bolting upright and letting out a shrill scream, caught entirely off guard by his presence! Angel, wincing ever so slightly at the high pitched yelp, would pay it very little mind as he stepped up to her and extended a hand, not worried at all about her frantic apologies, simply introducing himself to a new wrestler!

The two would shake hands quickly, before Michaela would introduce herself, still looking quite embarrassed to have stumbled into Angel's training room, but at least not frantically stammering anymore! Despite his warm words, she seemed like she still felt him to just be acting polite, reaching down to grab hold of her bag as she apologized once more, Angel letting out a light chuckle in response!

"It's okay, really! When I first got here I had no idea which door was which. Walked in on plenty of wrestlers myself!" He reassured the blonde, and given that he was still relatively new himself, it was an experience fresh in his mind still!

"But really, are you sure? I always think using these rooms will be a good idea to focus, but then I just get reminded how boring training on my own can be. So much more fun with a partner, don't you think?" Angel flashed a warm smile, before gesturing to the matted floor and the ring that stood nearby, all the things that two wrestlers could use to hone their craft with plenty of space to co-exist!

"You sure you don't wanna stay? You and I could even help each other train! I looooove learning from others, and teaching when I can!" Angel's enthusiasm was as pure as could possibly be, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of having someone to practice holds and other wrestling maneuvers with, a rare but very welcome opportunity! All that remained to be seen is if Michaela would actually be won over by the puppy dog eyes he was currently fixing her with!

[RockRye]

Michaela was ready to make her escape, her cheeks still pink with embarrassment and her heart pounding from the earlier surprise. She had every intention of licking her wounds and trying again elsewhere, leaving the privacy of the room to the man who had clearly reserved it for himself with no plans for a clueless newcomer invading his space.

But as she turned to go, something in his expression gave her pause. He didn’t seem annoyed, not even faintly. If anything, there was an openness there, an invitation that felt sincere, even though she almost mistook it as him simply humoring her embarrassment. She hesitated, her hand still loosely gripping the strap of her bag. Her lip caught between her teeth as she peered back at him, unsure whether she should accept his offer or let him be. Her mind ran through half-formed excuses to leave, her gaze darting toward the door before it settled on him again.

When Angel spoke, offering for her to stay and train with him, she stopped short. The idea of staying sounded better than hopping around alone in an empty room for an hour, she admitted to herself. She could picture it after all this rushing around and embarrassing herself. Awkward stretches and half-hearted drills, with no real challenge or guidance. But staying also meant spending that time with a stranger, a man at that, in a room alone together.

And this was LAW. She knew plenty about its reputation for antics, good and bad, including how easily such situations could escalate into something… charged. The thought flitted across her mind briefly. She could already imagine the whispers and the stories if anyone caught wind of a private training session like this. But she found herself asking, did she really care? Back home, maybe she would have been more cautious. But here? In this environment?

Not so much, honestly.

She straightened up, her lips curving into a faint but genuine smile as she made her decision. “I guess that does sound pretty good,” she said, lowering her bag back onto the bench. “As long as I’m not intruding. Give me just a—”

With that, Michaela began some gentle stretching, her movements fluid and deliberate as she warmed up. Her lithe but curvy figure moved with a natural grace, her snug workout gear outlining her toned legs and shapely hips. She twisted at the waist, her arms extending above her head as she loosened her core. When she bent to touch her toes, the sleek lines of her body highlighted the balance of flexibility and strength she’d developed over years of training.

“So, what were you about to work on?”

[ADarlingDucky]

In spite of the fact that the embarrassed blonde in front of him looked as though she was attempting to pack up and leave the gym before she found herself any more mortified, Angel would be unbothered by her intrusion, a smile on his face as he invited her to stay with him! For a moment, it looked as though she were considering the nicest way to say no, thinking for a moment as she held onto her bag, but perhaps Angel's friendly demeanor had convinced her otherwise, as after a few moments, she'd make the decision to stay! Angel, for his part, beamed even brighter upon hearing this, always happy to be having someone to share his love of wrestling with! And with Jamie off busy with something else in the LAW arena today, that meant that this new friend of his, Michaela, would serve as the perfect person to stand in with him and make his training session all that more fun!

But then, he was met with a question from her! That being, what did he want to do during this session of training now that both of them had a partner that they didn't intend on having before! Angel tilted his head to the side, looking genuinely lost at the question, perhaps as though he didn't think she would actually accept his offer! However, he'd eventually finish pondering, a smile coming to mind as an opportunity presented itself!

"Oh! Well, since now there's two of us, and we have this ring, why not practice some actual wrestling?" Angel said, excitedly gesturing to the wrestling ring that stood in the room, meant for situations just like this!

"I had just been stretching, but this is so much more applicable and fun! We could do some light sparring, or practice holds, or work on our form, anything we want to do!" Angel was quite visibly excited at the prospect, turning and making his way over to it before Michaela even had time to respond, the pretty boy's big rear end wobbling as he did so, already half exposed thanks to the low waistline of his pants! Reaching the practice ring, Angel would climb onto the apron and slip inside quickly, before moving to hold the ropes open for Michaela, and waiting for her to join him!

"Take your pick! Or like, no pressure if you need to think more! Or we can just do whatever you start doing first, no thinking required!" It was quite the bevy of options, and all that remained to be seen was how Michaela would respond to it all!

[RockRye]

Michaela blinked in some surprise as Angel mentioned they should dive right into actual wrestling for their training. The idea caught her off guard, not because she wasn’t up for it, but because it had been months since she’d trained for ring fitness with anyone but Iya. And with Iya, it was always a life-or-death struggle to survive her intensity rather than refining movement, precision, or pacing. Michaela didn’t expect someone she’d just met to suggest such a direct and physical approach, especially considering LAW’s peculiar culture and the dynamics between its women and men.

It wasn’t lost on her that many women at LAW treated the men as little more than fodder. Some even outright preyed on them, taking advantage of LAW’s woman-oriented roster and culture. Maybe he thought she didn’t look intimidating enough to pose a threat? That thought stung a little.

She sighed under her breath, dismissing the idea, until her gaze caught his retreating form as he moved to the mats. Specifically, his butt. Barely covered by his tight-fitting pants, it seemed to defy logic, rivaling her own in size and shape. Had she ever seen a guy with a butt like that, proportionate to the rest of him? No, she didn’t think so.

The realization made her pause, her thoughts slipping down an entirely unnecessary tangent. If he dressed like that, maybe he welcomed the possibility of a woman targeting him?

...What was she even thinking? This was officially the dumbest internal monologue of her life.

She shook her head sharply, forcing her focus back to his offer. It was genuine; she could feel that much. No games or ulterior motives, just an honest suggestion to train together.

“Alright,” she said enthusiastically as she stepped forward to join him. “We could do all three. I like to start with some rope running and evasion drills to get warmed up, then we can work on holds, and if there’s time, we can spar a little.”

With a little hop, Michaela grabbed hold of the middle rope and swung herself lightly onto the apron. She rubbed her feet against the apron’s edge to clear away any debris—she hated a dirty ring—before gripping the top rope and stepping through. Her every motion carried a natural elegance, but her intent was clear: she was ready to work.

Without hesitation, she launched herself toward the opposite side of the ring, her long legs carrying her in an explosive first stride that sent her barreling toward the ropes. Her lithe but curvy figure moved with an apparent grace, gliding across the canvas. As she reached the ropes, she pushed off them effortlessly, testing their tension as her momentum carried her back across the canvas.

[ADarlingDucky]

Holding the ropes open for Michaela after entering the ring himself, Angel would watch as the curvy blonde woman would make her way over and hop onto the apron, before slipping her way into the ring to join him inside for some training! The blonde male would give a happy smile to her as she slipped inside, standing up off of the ropes and letting them close behind the two of them, moving to stand next to Michaela within the squared circle as the two prepared to train with one another! It seemed that the blonde woman had an idea of what she was looking for when it came to starting things off as well, as she thought on Angel's words before picking the option of all three! And then, to begin her warm-up, she would take off towards the ropes and bounce off of them, running between them with a quick step, Angel looking on with a smile before joining in!

Waiting for his opportunity, Angel would pick a time after Michaela had passed, and begin running the ropes to the sides of the ones that Michaela was running, darting to them after his new training partner had passed! The pretty boy would hit them and bounce off, and after a moment, the two would be in a state where they'd be just clearing the center before the other would run through! It was something of a common training exercise, and they'd keep it up for a moment, before Angel would rush past, calling out to Michaela as he did so!

"Alright, you ready for the evasion part?" He asked, giving her a few more runs of the ropes to get ready, before he would move into the next part of what was a typical exercise!

Suddenly, on one of his passes through the center, Angel would throw himself down in front of Michaela's path, setting himself up as something that she would have to jump over to make it back to the ropes on the other side! And if she did, he'd then pop up and meet her again, this time leaping up and spreading his legs so that she'd have to duck underneath him to once more cross the ring! And then, perhaps in something that was a bit less orthodox, he'd have her rushing back at him from behind, and he'd leap up again, this time forcing her to duck once more less his large, pillowy ass slammed into her face!

[RockRye]

Michaela felt the ropes against her speeding figure and the mat under her boots, and everything about it felt right, with no snapping cables in her future. She upped her momentum. Bouncing between the ropes with increasing speed, her form blurred into motion, white and sleek as she moved faster and faster across the ring.

Her rhythm was solid, her breath measured. She crossed paths with Angel, who had joined in the run, who showed surprising agility as he started a criss-cross pattern of his own.

She smirked to herself as they passed each other a few times. This was a nice change of pace. She didn't feel like she had to avoid a clothesline or cutter out of nowhere. That wasn’t something she could always say about training with Iya. Michaela adored her partner, but working out with Iya was a trial by fire. It was as if she were trying to play fetch with a wolf: chaotic, unpredictable, and more than a little dangerous.

Just as Michaela opened her mouth to suggest they start the classic evasion drill, Angel beat her to it.

She flashed a grin. “Ready when you are!”

On the next pass, Michaela saw Angel drop. Without missing a beat, she sprang into the air, her body coiling with athletic precision as she jumped over him. Her movements were smooth, her trajectory perfect, and she landed lightly, never once losing her momentum. She pushed off again, building speed, and caught sight of Angel bracing to leap this time. She adjusted without hesitation, her body bending low as she ducked beneath him. Her hand grazed the mat for balance as she wove under his jump, her form unbroken and her movement seamless.

Michaela hit the ropes again and rebounded, the exhilaration of the drill spurring her on. This time, she readied herself to shift into the next phase of the exercise, a good old Irish Whip. Her plan was simple: catch him on the rebound, send him running, and set herself up as an obstacle for him to evade in return.

But that plan didn't pan out. She supposed she shouldn't have assumed.

As she closed in, her eyes widened in surprise as Angel jumped again. Instinct kicked in, and Michaela dove into a roll to avoid a collision. Her move was smooth—almost.

In her rush, her foot arched too high during the roll, catching Angel square in the butt.

The unexpected contact threw her momentum completely off balance, stopping Michaela's momentum and uncoiling her from the roll and onto her back with a heavy thud.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Michaela and Angel smoothly rushing back and forth, just missing one another each time that they crossed the center of the ring, creating a steady rhythm that both wrestlers ran at without stopping, getting prepared for the next step of the drill! And with a slight call to Michaela to let her know what he was going to do, Angel would begin that next step as he would swing himself down onto the mat and place his body in her path, giving her something to jump over as she came off the ropes the next time! She'd clear him with ease, and after standing up he'd move to get in front of her once more, this time leaping up and letting her duck underneath him! Michaela once more did so relatively easily, quickly darting underneath the curvy man and heading to the opposite ropes once more, bouncing off of them to come back at him one more time!

Here, however, would be where the breakdown would occur, as Angel would maintain his position with his back to Michaela, and instead of her grabbing hold of him, he'd leap into the air once more, putting his thick rear on a collision course with her! Credit to the blonde, she was quick, rolling to once more go underneath Angel, before splaying out on the ring! Of course, it wasn't as clean of a clearing as before, as Angel felt her foot smack into his plump cheeks, causing a slight jiggle from them as she accidentally kicked him in the rear on her way underneath!

"Ouch!" Angel let out a slight yelp as he came down, landing on his feet before dropping to his knees, reaching a hand back to rub his behind! At the same time, he'd lean over Michaela, checking on his training partner!

"Are you okay? Sorry, I just usually do something like that in my regular matches so I went for it without thinking!" Angel checked in on Michaela with a slightly worried expression, hopefully having not startled her too bad with what seemed like a sudden attack! He was a ditz at the best of times, but never malicious, and he didn't want it coming across that way! "Ah, you're okay though? I don't think I hit you..." He mused, before relaxing once it was clear that the only one who had been hit was him, with a foot to the rear!

"Wow, you were so fast though! You dodges that with only that amount of time to see it? That's impressive!" He'd beam down at Michaela, before offering a hand to help her up as he got back up himself! "You're really something Michaela!"