Room for Uncertainty

[RockRye]

Michaela lay sprawled across the mat, her limbs akimbo and her blonde hair fanning out like a halo around her head. The lights above blurred in her vision as she tried to gather her bearings, her chest rising and falling as she exhaled the last bit of air knocked out of her. She was no stranger to mishaps like this in training, but it was still disorienting every time.

The mat beneath her rattled with movement. Had he landed? Fallen? She couldn’t be sure. Curiosity nudged her, and she tilted her head back to get a look. Before she could spot him, his face suddenly loomed above hers. Her blue eyes met his inquisitively, her lips pursing to form a question. She didn’t get the chance to ask, though. Angel explained himself before she could voice her confusion.

It took a moment to register, but when it did, Michaela blinked in surprise. He used that move in matches? She’d seen plenty of women try something like a hip attack, sure, but rarely men. It wasn’t exactly the most conventional tactic for someone with a man's build, even with him being bigger in the hips than most wrestling men. Her curiosity deepened, but she kept the thought tucked away for later.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” she reassured him, her voice light and breezy as she waved off any concern. She propped herself up on her elbows, her head tilting in mild bewilderment. “Though, uh…” Her gaze drifted downward as she tried to piece together the moment. “What did I hit? I think I… kicked you?”

Michaela wasn’t entirely sure. Her tumble had been so haphazard she could hardly remember the sequence of events. With a small sigh, she pushed herself up into a seated position, running her fingers through her blonde hair to smooth it back over her shoulders.

Then he complimented her.

Michaela froze for a half-second, caught off guard by the simple praise. A soft warmth rose in her cheeks, though she was quick to hide it with a cutesy shrug, squeezing her shoulders together and tilting her head with an exaggerated little grin. “Oh, well... thanks! Really, though, it’s just the only thing I’ve ever been really good at in wrestling. Keeping up, you know?” She fiddled with a stray strand of hair. “When I started, I couldn’t do much else.”

She smiled genuinely as she reached for the hand he offered, her fingers gripping his firmly as he pulled her to her feet. She dusted off her thighs and adjusted her posture before finally asking the question that had been bouncing around in her head.

“So, uh…” Michaela arched a brow, glancing at him with curiosity. “That jumping butt thing? You use that in matches a lot?”

The question came out more bluntly than she’d intended, but her bemused expression softened it. She wasn’t mocking him, far from it. If anything, she was intrigued.

[ADarlingDucky]

For a brief moment, it seemed as though a collision was inevitable, but at the last moment, Michaela pulled off an impressive tuck and roll, dropping low and sliding underneath Angel with only a foot to his behind to indicate how close they were! The effeminate male would land and drop to his knees, whilst Michaela spread out on her back when she came to a rest, limbs splayed out as she caught her breath following the close call, Angel taking a moment to recollect himself as well before he leaned over her! A smile was readily apparent on his face as he gazed down at his partner, offering her a smile and a compliment before reaching out to offer a hand up as well! Michaela, with a smile of her own, would eventually reach out and grab hold, and Angel would assist her up to her feet, using a light touch to guide her up to a stand as the two dusted themselves off!

"Just a teeny tiny kick! Nothing that'll hurt too bad!" Angel reassured her when she mentioned hitting him, before continuing on! "Well, if that's how you keep up, then you'll be starting to pull ahead in no time! That was really something!" He enjoyed seeing her smile at his compliment, and he meant every word of this newest one as well! But the real meat of the conversation would come when she asked him about the hip attack that she had nearly hit him with, seemingly trying to find a way to bring it up without being too awkward!

"Oh? Well, yeah! It doesn't have to be jumping either! Just any kind of... butt thing, I guess! The hips have a lot of strength in em, you know?" Angel responded, before a smile crossed his face! All at once, he'd reach out and take a hold of Michaela's wrist, before using it to pull her in, bringing the two of them right up against one another, side-to-side! And with a quick motion, he'd swing his hip out and bounce his large rear end into hers, bumping her to the side!

It wasn't enough force to really send her anywhere far or do harm of any kind, but it would certainly cause her to take a step or two in response, and he'd turn and flash her a smile after doing so, proud of his demonstration!

"See? Lots to be gained from something like that! You really don't do anything similar?" He asked it as if it was foreign that she wouldn't, before he was more excited by a different thought that came to his mind, given their presence in the training room! "Why don't you try it? After all, what better place to practice than here and now?" He asked, before continuing with a giddy excitement all too common for him! "Or, if you would rather, maybe I can show you? A few demonstrations or something of the sort?"

[RockRye]

Michaela nodded, her bright eyes lighting up as she mulled over Angel's words. "That was the plan," she said with a small smile. "Run, move, duck, dive, dodge, and jump. That’s always been my thing. I figured if I could take that and turn it into a real foundation, I could build the rest from there."

Deep down, though, she knew she had a long way to go. Her offense, while graceful and natural, were still raw in places, lacking the refined control she saw in others. But the thought didn’t worry her. Considering the crazy, unpredictable things she’d accomplished in her life when she thought she never could, the journey to becoming a complete wrestler felt more like an exciting challenge than an insurmountable obstacle. She shoved the thought aside, her focus shifting back to the intriguing topic Angel had brought up.

This... butt-thing.

Michaela tilted her head, clearly listening intently as Angel spoke about it. She understood the power of the hips well. Her own fighting style relied on explosive bursts of energy, her hips and legs providing the driving force behind her jumps and dodges. She’d spent countless hours training and building muscle in her lower body since she started wrestling, hips, thighs, and butt, an evolution from her formerly slender frame.

She didn’t mind, of course. Being "bigger" in those areas was kind of the trend now, and it suited her athletic needs perfectly. Still, she’d never considered turning them into an aerial weapon. Aside from a few obvious ways, the idea had never crossed her mind.

Yet, the solid thump of Angel's hips colliding with hers was enough to make her reconsider. The contact made her let out a tiny, amused "ooh!" as the surprising force made her stumble-step.

Angel's suggestion that she try it caught her attention fully. “Okay, sure, but...” Michaela hesitated, feeling a bit awkward. It wasn’t that she was shy, far from it. She had no problem with her body, or anyone else’s, for that matter. But lining up her butt like it was some kind of weapon? That felt new.

Gingerly, she stepped to the center of the ring and turned her back to Angel. She shifted her stance, glancing over her shoulder at him with a small frown of concentration. “So... do I just... jump and thrust it?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and just the faintest hint of embarrassment.

Her hands hovered uncertainly as if she wasn’t sure where they were supposed to go in this maneuver. She turned her hips slightly, experimentally trying to feel out the mechanics of the move. "Like... this?" she asked, giving a tentative, half-hearted attempt that sent her more sideways than back.

The lack of grace made her laugh at herself, her shoulders shaking with amusement. “Okay, not that,” she admitted, glancing at Angel. "Is it like... twerking?"

That, she had certainly never seen herself doing.

[ADarlingDucky]

After making sure that both of them were okay following the close call, Angel would reach out and take Michaela's hand, assisting her back to her feet so that they could continue their training, with talk of Michaela's approach to wrestling being the backdrop as they did so! It was an open-minded way to consider things, and while it may be far more of a defensive style than an offensive one, it would help her build a base that would be very hard for an opponent to properly penetrate if it was honed enough! However, a far more interesting conversation would arise when Michaela inquired about the move that Angel had almost hit her with, curious about the hip attack that he had used! And finding an opportunity to teach about it, Angel would jump right in with an enthusiastic smile, showing off just how powerful the hips could be when he gave a slight bump from his own to Michaela's!

Michaela seemed relatively amused by the demonstration, and at the suggestion that she try it out herself, she was curious enough to try it out, turning her back to him and getting a bit lower, seemingly not quite sure how to proceed! Angel watched with an amused smile, seeing Michaela try a few different ways of throwing her butt out, before stepping slightly closer, hands moving down to her hips with a gentle touch!

"I wouldn't quite say it's like twerking, no. That'd be quite a lot of cheek bouncing. It's more like a quick thrust out!" With Angel's words, he'd give a tug on Michaela's hips, pulling them towards himself with one swift motion, till they pressed lightly against his own waist! "Just like that! Just imagine you're like... closing a car door! But with even more force!" He smiled, still holding onto her waist in delicate fashion, leaning around so that she could see his face. It put the pair of them quite close together, though Angel didn't mind, his infectious enthusiasm still being the forefront emotion here!

"Although, I will say, a rarely just do it from standing. Usually there's some more momentum behind it..." He trailed off, thinking for a moment, before his smile would re-appear! "Here, get ready! And give it your best attempt! I promise, I can handle it!" With only those few words of instruction, Angel would suddenly switch his grip from Michaela's waist to her wrist, grabbing hold of one of them and turning to swing her towards the ropes, sending her rushing at them with an irish whip! And as the blonde came bouncing off of them and back towards the center, Angel would be standing right in her path, with clear intent to receive the attack and act as a practice dummy! Which left Michaela to either perform the move, or run into a head-on collision with the blonde!

[RockRye]

Michaela didn’t think of herself as someone with the fine-tuned body control of an expert dancer. Sure, figure skating, a staple of her past, had its dance-like qualities, graceful lines, deliberate balance, precise movements, but it was a far cry from the fluid, rhythmic control required for compelling her body to obey her and move in ways that she deemed unnatural. Her flexibility was unquestionable; she could still bend and stretch in ways that might make others envious. Touching her toes to her head, for example, was child’s play. But apparently, she didn't know the difference between thrusting her hips and "cheek bouncing." She felt awkward, unsure how to summon the same natural motion without having to think her way through it.

Determined to figure it out, Michaela barely flinched when Angel stepped closer to guide her, his hands lightly gripping her waist. She felt his fingers adjust her posture, his touch steady but firm. At first, she followed along without a second thought, until he pulled her hips backward into his waist.

Being bent back against him sent an unexpected jolt through her, stirring something unfamiliar and unbidden in the back of her mind. Her wide blue eyes went momentarily blank, her breath catching as her cheeks flushed pink. It wasn’t an unwelcome sensation, but it was sudden, catching her completely off-guard. Thankfully, her hair fell forward, curtaining her expression as she tried to compose herself, rubbing the thought away like a stray smudge on glass.

By the time Angel craned around her to check her reaction, Michaela had managed to summon a crooked, slightly awkward smile. She nodded as though she was totally on board, but her thoughts still raced. He didn’t give her long to linger on them, however.

In one smooth motion, Angel grabbed her wrist, his intentions clear before she even had time to process. “Wha—!” she gasped, her words cut off as he sent her running with an Irish Whip.

Her feet moved on autopilot, her body propelled toward the ropes as she tried to piece together her scattered thoughts. Stride, momentum, timing, she reminded herself, forcing her mind to focus. The ropes met her back with a familiar jolt, springing her forward again.As Michaela hurtled toward Angel, she planted one foot and twisted sharply, her body pivoting mid-stride. She threw her hips out with as much force as she could muster, aiming to hit him squarely. Her form felt a little clumsy, but the motion came together in the end—dip, stretch, hip thrust.

She wasn’t sure if she’d nail the move or overshoot entirely, but for a first attempt, it felt... good?

[ADarlingDucky]

Gripping Michaela's hips lightly, Angel guided her through the motion of simply swinging her hips backwards, her plump rear end bumping up against him as he did so as he brought the two together with the motion, their bodies pressed tight at the waist. It was quite the feeling, but Angel was focused on teaching at the moment, and so he didn't quite process the fact that she was bent over and pressed to his body, though while not conscious of it, it did bring a sense of warmth to his chest, a fluttering he didn't pay much mind! ...For now, at least. Instead, he was focused on making sure that Michaela felt comfortable with the motion of swinging her hips backwards like that, to be used as a weapon! However, just throwing her hips back was generally not the way she was going to be performing these moves, and thinking on it a bit, Angel decided that the best way to learn was to just throw her into it!

It became quite clear that throwing her into it was a quite literal statement as well, as Angel would grab hold of Michaela's wrist, causing her to startle slightly, before he would take her and fling her at the ropes, along with a call to give it her all! Fortunately, she was more than capable of keeping up with the sudden swing, something he figured she would be after her comments earlier! The pretty blonde would dash all the way to the ropes before bouncing off of them, heading directly back towards Angel, before she twisted her body and swung her hips out in picture perfect fashion!

"Perfe- UUGH!" Angel was just in the middle of complimenting her form when the plump rear end hurtling at him would make contact, Michaela's behind slamming into him with all the force of her momentum and her weight behind it! Angel would be rocked by the impact, her shapely cheeks smacking directly into his face, and sending him backwards!

The blonde male didn't even try to take a few steps back, almost immediately toppling backwards thanks to the blow, falling to the canvas with a thud and landing on his back! The only question was if Michaela was able to catch herself after delivering the strike, or if she'd be falling all the way down with him, after executing her first picture perfect hip attack!

[RockRye]

Michaela could at least make sense of the mechanics. As a figure skater, she’d performed plenty of jumps, leaping into the air with her legs high and her body arched gracefully. Those moves required precision and the ability to shape her body mid-flight, all skills she could apply here. The difference, however, was subtle but significant. This wasn’t about elegance or perfect lines; it was about power and direction. She realized she wasn’t trying to thrust her hips as much as guide them, letting her momentum and form dictate the impact.

Still, as she flew through the air, her mind raced with uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if her aim was true or if her timing was precise enough. She couldn’t tell if she’d actually hit Angel until the collision happened.

When it did, it was unmistakable.

Her hips slammed solidly into him, the stark bump reverberating through her body as her backside made contact. She heard Angel’s cry and immediately knew she’d nailed him, quite literally.

The impact threw off her balance entirely. Michaela let out a startled squeak as the momentum stopped dead, her body thrown out of its natural rhythm. She tried to recover, landing on one foot with a wobble. For a moment, it seemed like she might save herself. Until her other foot landed squarely on Angel.

“Ah! Sorry!” she cried, instinctively pulling her foot back to avoid stepping on him. But the sudden motion only made things worse.

Gravity claimed her, and she fell backward, her cry of surprise echoing through the ring. The next thing she knew, her backside landed squarely on him. She hoped she had only dropped on his chest.

Michaela froze, her instincts telling her not to move lest she make things worse. She carefully slowed the rest of her fall by letting her shoulders and upper body drape past his prone form over the mat, her lower body still tangled with Angel. The awkward position was hardly comfortable, but at least she wasn’t risking crushing anything, or so she thought.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice concerned and breathless. Her head tilted, and she tried to assess the situation.

Her gaze traveled downward. First, she saw her legs stretched over his torso. Then, she noticed his arms sprawled out limply at his sides. And finally, realization struck as she pieced together where her weight was resting.

Her thick backside had landed right on his face.

Michaela’s eyes widened in mortification, and her cheeks flushed a deep, fiery red. Her lips parted in a silent oh no as she stared for a moment too long, unsure how to recover from this disastrous turn.

Quietly, with far less confidence than before, she asked again, “A-Are you okay?”

This time, her voice was softer, almost timid, as if she feared the answer. She desperately hoped he was still conscious, biting her lip as she finally started to shift, careful not to press any harder against him as she moved to give him some air.

[ADarlingDucky]

Tossing Michaela at the ropes, Angel would stand waiting in the center of the ring as he watched her bounce off of them and come careening back towards him, having thrown her quite literally into the deep end by forcing her to think on her feet! Fortunately, Michaela was just as adept at keeping up as she said she would, and her legs would carry her back to the center of the ring where he waited, leaping into the air at the last moment and spinning around, Angel watching as she hurtled towards him! Michaela's form was perfect, her leap was great, and as she soared closer, Angel felt a twinge of pride, seeing how well she had pulled off a move she was trying for the first time! That twinge of pride would soon be overshadowed by the impact of Michaela's thick rear end directly against his face, her hip attack catching him directly in the middle of his pretty features!

The impact would snap his head back and cause him to topple backwards, falling backwards before he would come crashing down to the mat with a low thump, a slight grunt coming from him upon impact! He was just settling from the landing as well when Michaela's foot came down atop him, as she had tried to catch herself only to end up stepping on him, with her removing it almost immediately!

Angel might have offered her a quick call that it was okay... only to be stopped when Michaela fell back, landing flush on his face!

"Mmmghph!" A muffled cry sounded from the effeminate male as Michaela came down hard atop him, settling into place after a moment, her large rear parked firmly atop his face! It left Angel's features wedged between her cheeks as she facesat him, and for a moment, nobody moved, as Angel was still quite stunned, and Michaela was still assessing her position! Which gave them both time to process!

For Michaela, she was busy trying to get ahold of the situation, but as Angel was left with his face wedged in her rear, he was starting to realize something! He often had a reputation for getting distracted when it came to wrestling, his love of the sport also influencing his feelings for his foes and training partners, and that usually led him finding himself infatuation with them! And now, as Michaela's large ass rested on his face, her plump cheeks smushing against his face in pants that were tight enough to lead very little to the imagination, Angel was now finding himself leaning in that direction quite heavily! And as she rose off, it would be an entirely different mental state he greeted her with!

"I'm doing okay... no worries down here." His face was flushed red, and while one could assume it was for the lack of air he drew in, it was likely to stay that rosy hue as he gazed up at Michaela's worried, if beautiful, expression! Angel would slowly push himself back up to a seated position, his pants seeming a little tighter around him as he did so, before looking over at her with a grin!

"That was perfect! You did so good! And, when you land on someone like that, you can normally just stay put! Try and smother them out, you know what I mean?" Perhaps she did, though it seemed she was quite quick to get off of him. Perhaps smothering was not something she was used to? It was a facet of wrestling Angel was well-versed in, and perhaps there would be quite a bit to teach if Michaela needed the help in that regard!

[RockRye]

Michaela’s heart pounded as she peeked back over her shoulder, cautiously tilting her head to peer around her own hips. Her horrified expression reflected her internal panic as she tried to assess whether Angel was still conscious beneath her. For a fleeting, irrational second, a part of her hoped he wasn’t. Anything to spare her the embarrassment of facing him right now. But reality came crashing in when she saw him very much awake.

Angel’s eyes were open, blinking up at her with what seemed like an almost contented expression. Michaela’s face flushed deeper as the realization hit her: not only was he conscious, but he’d been fully aware the whole time she’d inadvertently buried him in a sea of cheek and hesitated far too long to get off of him.

“Oh no,” she muttered under her breath, the heat in her face radiating all the way to her ears. The revelation spurred her into action, and she scrambled to lift herself off him, moving with the urgency of someone who wanted to disappear entirely. Her hands planted firmly on the mat, and she pushed up with her toes, forming an awkward reverse spider-like position as she tried to create distance between them.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—! Are you okay? I—” she stammered, her voice a jumble of apologies as she crab-crawled backward. She finally managed to extricate herself and sat down a safe distance behind him, her legs folded awkwardly beneath her.

Angel, for his part, seemed utterly unbothered. In fact, he sat up casually, brushing himself off as if nothing unusual had happened. He gave her a look that could only be described as unreasonably casual, then said, basically, that she should have stayed sitting on his face.

Michaela’s jaw dropped, her mouth forming a silent protest before any words escaped. Of all the things she’d expected him to say, that was not on the list. Her confusion was palpable, her eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher if he was joking, or worse, serious.

“Stay?” she echoed incredulously. “Like… stay stay?”

Her mind reeled as she tried to process the suggestion. Sure, she understood the logic. She’d seen similar moves in matches, particularly in LAW. But the thought of actually doing it herself? It made her head spin.

She leaned forward slightly, her brow furrowed as she mulled it over. She understood the value in theory. But… how would people react to her doing something like that? How would she even react? She'd had it happen to her in matches before too, yes, and... Her face reddened again as the memories flooded back, moments of fleeting, overwhelming embarrassment and a complete mental derailment every time it happened.

With a sigh, she glanced back at him. “Um. I guess. It just seems like such a bad way to stay… focused on the match, you know?” she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of disbelief and nervous laughter. “I’d be too busy worrying about what they, or I, were even thinking about it to keep my head in the game.”

[ADarlingDucky]

Having found himself sat upon squarely by the blonde woman he was training with, Angel would have a few moments underneath Michaela's big behind as she took an account of the situation, not quite having figured out at first where she had landed! That time spent there would be leave Angel very quickly becoming charmed by the woman currently burying him in behind, as the switch flipped in his brain and the very excited and love-filled wrestler would have that love slowly become directed at Michaela! It was not the first time it had happened, Angel had a way with being smitten over not just attractive women, but any wrestler that shared the sport with him! However, Michaela herself seemed awfully surprised, and so when she scrambled away from him it was with a loud apology, leaving the blonde male to sit up and reassure her that everything was okay, along with advising her that it was an excellent opportunity for a smother!

Michaela looked shocked. Michaela, in fact, looked so shocked that Angel very well could have pulled a fish out of his pants and smacked her across the face with it, and she would be less surprised than she was at the suggestion of facesitting someone. Her face, bright red, seemed to pause for a moment as she processed the idea, Angel unable to stifle a very sweet giggle as he observed her shock, finding it to be quite adorable! He couldn't remember a time when he had been as bashful himself, but seeing it was quite something!

"Focused on the match? You know you're in LAW, right? Half the time, that is the focus of the match." Angel giggled again, before fixing Michaela with a gentle look, sliding over to where she sat and moving to sit next to her!

"Besides, you're worried too much about what others are going to think of you if you do it! All you need to worry about is what you think, and you should know that you have the body to pull it off!" Angel complimented with a wink, bumping his hip ever so lightly against hers once more as they sat together! "Also, you wouldn't believe how effective it is! Those of us with curves need to put them to use!" Angel would sit for a moment more, before he suddenly perked up, sliding to the side and turning to face Michaela, a look of eager mischief on his face!

"Here, I'll show you! You trust me, yeah?" He asked, and upon making sure she was okay with it, he'd move to her and help her lay back onto the canvas, putting her down on the mat! Angel would lean over Michaela's prone form and flash a smile, before in one smooth motion, he'd swing a leg over her body to hover above her, facing down the length of her body towards her shapely legs! The effeminate blonde would reach back, and after hooking his thumbs into his pants, pull them down to expose his full ass, clad in only a tiny pink thong! Angel, for being somewhat small and slim, had an utterly massive rear, thick and round and jiggly in all the right ways, and now that hefty ass hovered above Michaela's face!

"Try and take notes!" He teased with a light chuckle, before lowering himself down onto the waiting blonde's face! Slowly at first, and then, once Michaela's pretty features had been wedged between his cheeks, he'd sit down more firmly, utterly burying her in his ass! The feeling was heavenly, and Angel would wiggle his hips side to side as he settled onto his new seat, letting Michaela settle beneath him as his plump rear would smush against her, depriving her of air and keeping her nice and placated beneath him! A textbook smother!