It's why she was dressing this cute: The tight top with the window. The tight shorts with just a little bit of cheek hanging out Maria was completely green. Not just to wrestling, but the world in general. But she knows she's got things that she can work with: She's young. She's hot. And she's Latina. There's a huge market just for those three things alone. And even her inexperience could be a selling point.
She hadn't gotten any bites -- probably because of the aforementioned argument -- but all that said to her was that she just needed to go out and network. And the best place for that? The gym. She'd be getting herself in better shape, and with a ring right there front and center, along with the private rooms off to the side...she's gotta hit the jackpot sooner or later.
And as it turned out, it would be sooner. Enter : A hot, hot, hot older woman. Or so Maria assumed. What person her age could possibly have all that muscle blending so perfectly with such ample feminine curvature? And then there was the country beauty's coated sugary sweet in that southern drawl of hers. How much older was she? The Young Lioness hadn't confirmed it. And she was having a little trouble placing her; her guess was mid-twenties, somewhere in the thirties. Either that, or she was one of those women who hit their peak, then stopped aging.
She was supposed to face one of those a month ago: Elvira Velour. Instead, she had to deal with a broken nose, courtesy of Raven. Thank God she wasn't here right now, because neither were Alix or Ash.
Flora and Maria's interactions started first with a little bit of watching. Incidental at first, but after a while, it became clear to Flora that she hadn't spent much time in a proper facility. She worked out regularly. That much was clear just looking at her before she did anything. She wasn't completely lost. But she was going to need somebody to step in before she hurt herself.
And step in, Flora did, showing her the right way to work some of the machines and helping her find a good range to start with in regards to weight. Maria would start doing some flirting here and there, making little compliments on her body. Asking to feel the muscle, ooh'ing and ahh'ing in amazement. Not being the most subtle with her interest, but Flora, in her relative innocence, would fail to see it for what it was.
Eventually, the two would arrive at the topic of the thing they were all here for: Wrestling. Maria's had a slow start to her career. She wouldn't mention the disastrous evening she had with two dominatrices, and would outright lie about why she missed her original debut, maintaining her story of catching a stomach bug that had been going around. Her opponent was another dominatrix. A session wrestler from Egypt, just like Neith. What if she was crazy too?
She'd had some communication with Alix Jacques. That initial message alone that had been directed at her had made her day. She was out of the industry, but the world of pornography still considered her to be its finest, and for good reason. Her videos had gotten her through many a night, forcibly lonely due to her parents' draconian rules. No boyfriends until after college. Girlfriends? Forget about it. Not in that household.
And Alix wrestled too! And was listed on the website as a trainer who accepting students. The two had discussed a meeting, but alas, their schedules would fail to align.
And as she told Flora, she was "pretty green." Again leaving out some details: Maria would say nothing about how she'd never even been in a fight before, let alone having taking any wrestling lessons. Who in their right mind would admit to something that lame to a woman like that?
The two would eventually find their way over to the ring that been erected in the middle of the gym, so Flora could show her some moves. But first things first: A quick, low intensity spar to judge Maria's grasp of the basics. The Young Lioness's omissions would be brought to light as early as that first tie-up. Forget collar-and-elbow. She was forming a bridge with her arms. Brought them straight forward to push against her shoulders.
Okay. Reset. She was looking a little jittery. Maybe she just wasn't ready.
"Alraht, take a brayeth." Give her a few seconds. "Alraht, let's go ageein." Another tie-up, another bridge. Oh boy.
Break. "Scuse me fer bein' foward, but Ah gotta ask: You ever wrestle before?"
Exposed so soon. And not in the way she was hoping. Maria looked for an explanation, growing redder in the face with each following second of silence until she finally uttered a mousy, "No."
And after hearing that, you might think: "Just how in the blue hell did someone who doesn't know how to wrestle get signed to the biggest promotion that the world has to offer of it, even as a member of its developmental program?" And then you look at Yuto Ishigami matches. Audrey Trovita matches. And then you realize that it's not always a matter of what you can get done in the ring. Sometimes it's about how you can get done in the ring.
One of the first things that Flora was taught when she began her time in United Full Contact Wrestling was to do her homework. Research. And she'd never do it. It was always more thrilling to go into a match and figure her opponent out all by herself. And that made her victories feel all the more fulfilling. But this was about a different style of wrestling as a whole.
And she would notice the phenomena not only in LAW, but in other leagues that hosted Hentai wrestling as well: They all had a special touch to...jobbing. A term that Flora didn't like to use in regards to other combat wrestlers, but sometimes, it just fits.
Nobody would ever just lay down and let things happen to them, at least not at first, but there were always those types. At least one on every show, every week. Maybe they'd eke out a win every once in a blue moon, but on every other occasion, they'd get bowled over. Bent over. And whatever else their opponents wanted to do with them. And the crowds would eat it up. Sometimes they'd even be considered to be the best part of the show.
Some wrestlers in this category have fallen into it despite their best efforts. But some others are into that. They put up a token resistance; either just enough to make for a proper performance, or to invite more punishment upon themselves. Nothing that she would ever want to face herself, if and when she finds a way to do Hentai matches without Ma and Pa finding out. But it's a bag, and a fun one, she was sure. So she couldn't knock that hustle.
Flora found herself wondering then if that was what Maria was here for. And her mouth opened, the words just on the edge of her tongue when her brain stopped her. It wasn't the most polite thing to ask up front like that. She started to backpedal, but it was too late. Maria could already see the dots connecting.
Oh, to hell with it.
"Are you one o' them wrestlers who's in it fer...ya know, gettin' thrown around n' all that?" She was quick to add, with her hands raised defensively, lest her new friend take offense, "Ah ain't knockin' that hustle if ya are. Evereh Hentah wrestlin' show needs those, ya know? People love it."
"Oh, thank God." Maria thought. She wasn't judging. "Uh, kinda? I mean, I do wanna learn how to wrestle. But if that's how it works out..." A sheepish chuckle accompanied the revelation. It was still awkward to be letting people in on her kinks face to face, as opposed to online.
"Alraht, alraht. It'd do ya some good. Just in case ya run into one o' them tahps who lahk to overdo it. Let's getcha started with the basics."
Starting with a proper collar-and-elbow. After Maria got the hang of the form, they moved on to some of its lesser intricacies: How to lean her body and where to place her feet to slow or even put the brakes on a push. Some quick trip-ups and reversals -- Flora noted the small smile that crossed her lips when she demonstrated an arm wrench. Then on to waist control. That, Maria really liked, from the moment Flora's body -- a wonderful combination of hard and soft -- pressed against hers and those strong arms wrapped around her to pull them together even closer, hips against hips. Flora would show her ways to escape the grasp of a more powerful opponent, but she rather liked the idea that no such methods existed from that point on. But she was a straight A student in school, and she intended to be such in wrestling as well. Especially if it would keep her in contact with someone who knew so many different ways take her down and render her powerless. Some of them not even requiring much strength.
That really captivated her. Brawn and technique? She wondered if she'd lucked out and come across a former champion.
"Yeah. Back in the UFC-Dubya, Ah was the Youth Frontier champ."
"Youth Frontier?" That broke Maria out of the spell that Flora had her in over the past few minutes. All the close contact was just...yes. The initial stuff, being lifted like she was nothing when she was being taught how to counter a German suplex, being brought cheek to side tit after being brought down with a drop toe hold.
"Yep." The disbelief that was in Maria's voice wasn't anything new to Flora. "Ah'm eighteen." And nobody who hadn't already known who she was had ever placed her in the right age range. And to this day, she's back and forth in regards to how she feels about it. "How old'ju think Ah was?" The question came out smooth. No stress, no nothing. Like it wasn't a big deal, but in actuality? She didn't like the bigger numbers.
"I dunno." Maria said, finally rising to her feet, and not trying very hard to get away from Flora's big, soft chest. "Somewhere in your twenties? No older than twenty-four, twenty-five?" A diplomatic answer based on common sense. What eighteen year old girl wants to hear that she's been mistaken for a thirty year old?
"Good answer." One that earned her a takedown that started from a lower position. Flora would drop onto a knee before flipping Maria over and onto her back. And she'd continue her instructions from ther: "Now, since ya got lawng legs, ya got another way to get outta this: Ya wanna take ya arm there -- bring it up, aim under mah chin. Now push. Trah to push mah head back. Ya wanna move it as far towards yer legs as ya can. Now push up with yer hips, n' kick yer leg up. Ya wanna trah to catch me under yer knee n' put mah head between the both of 'em."
It took Maria a few tries, but she'd pull it off.
"Now if yer quick, you can move into a headscissor. And get'cherself a buncha points with the fans. They really lahk those."
Feeling a little bold now, that would be exactly what she would do. And she'd lock that thing in deep, coming just a few inches short of giving her instructor a face full of crotch and doing her utmost not to grin like a gremlin as she looked over her shoulder. "Like this?" It was a safe move insofar as that the plausible deniability was within easy reach.
"Yep. Just like that. Good form!"
Maria would push it a little more. "Comfy down there?" Her voice was light, and her blue eyes issued a playful challenge. "You're the strong one." They'd say. "Get me off."
Flora chuckled, catching the challenge, but missing the flirtation again. "Hit the brakes there, now. That's just one hold."
"Reset?"
"Yep."
"Okay."
Maria took to all fours, hovering her crotch just over her face, for just a moment before sliding back to a seat on her knees. Quick enough for it to seem innocent. And it was here, watching the lavender-haired amazon picking herself up from the mat with zero reaction, that she started to wonder: LAW is, for the most part, one big Sapphic space. While she has yet to actually get into the mix herself, she's still been watching the product, and every girl she's seen, up to this day, is either into other girls exclusively or is also into girls.
And chances are, every other woman in this gym is into other women. With the possible exception of the one right in front of her.
That would be some dumb ass luck. But has she really come across what's most likely the one and only straight girl in this gym?
Yes. Yes, she has.
But she didn't know that. And so, she wouldn't give up just yet. Funny, sexy, intimate positions are as common in wrestling as breathing. There's not a single match that goes by without something that looks suggestive.
"Can you teach me some more of those?"
"Yeah, sure."
A sleeper hold, armbar, a couple leglocks...Flora's mother was infamous for the wide variety of ways that she could make the human body bend in ways it definitely should not, and she passed that dark knowledge down to her daughter.
Deliciously dark. Every hold they tried out -- every time she felt that twist, that torque, and that increasingly loud part of her clung onto a feeling that her rational mind knew that she should be running away from...And instead, it brought her closer and closer to something. A breakthrough that Neith and Gloria had started her towards. She found herself looking forward to the part where it stopped being explained and started being applied.
Even the Ankle Lock, a move that Flora used to end her matches was a thrill. She didn't get an actual match's pressure, but the longer that particular demonstration went on, the more she thought that maybe she could handle it. And a grunt turned into shuddering. Flora would immediately let go, thinking she'd put too much into it.
"Aw, hell, Ah'm sorreh! You alraht?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." And to prove it, Maria would hop onto her feet. She was a little ginger on her right leg, but no big deal, she thought. She could keep going.
"Good. Good. Let's call it a day so you can get some ahce on that."
Damn.
With that, Flora went over to the corner of the ring that Maria had left her glasses before her climb between the ropes. For the next few seconds, the Latina's blue eyes were glued to what was a glorious badonkadonk when she bent over to retrieve them.
That did it. Her mind's made up. She's gotta ask.
"Ya did good."
"Thanks."
Her resolution wavered the moment the other girl was looking her way again. She'd taken a seat on the middle rope, raising the top rope to give the Young Lioness more space when she finally summoned the courage, reminding herself that she'd already put up an advertisement on Twitter. People know what she's looking for. Might as well come out with it.
"Hey, uh, you wanna...You wanna meet up sometime and do a video with me?"
That finally raised the eyebrows. Flora had never been in a space as...charged as LAW is before, but her mind wasn't squeaky clean. This, she wouldn't miss.
"Ah'm mahteh flattered ya asked, but Ah'm not lookin' to get into that kinda thing."
"It's not that kind of video!" The girl lied through her teeth. Sort of. "That kinda thing" was exactly what she wanted to film. But if meant being crushed by this flowery dream, she could settle for softcore. "It's nothing crazy. You'd just put me in some holds, maybe throw me around a little. Show off your strength and technique -- maybe wear a cute outfit or something? It's for my OnlyFans, so it'd be something we could split."
OnlyFans. That name kept Flora paused. She has a few older friends from UFCW who made accounts. One even recommended that she make one after she became of age. "Muscle mommies are in", she said. Made it sound like she'd be popular if she tried. But she never did. Just didn't strike her fancy.
She had been told that the material produced didn't necessarily have to be pornographic, though. Didn't even have to get naked. If she's proposing something like what her appearance on The Red Podcast had turned into, she supposed that she might be able to help her out...
"How 'cute' are we talkin'?"
"Uh, how about some flannel and daisy dukes? Maybe a hat and-"
Flora was rolling her eyes so far back into her head, she could see her grey matter. "Aw, come ohn, now! Ya wawnt me to bring some moonshahn n' shotguns too? Would we be doin' this in a barn?"
"Hey, no estarás solo! I'm gonna be playing up the Latina angle here and there. It's extra flavor! Think of it that way.
And no, no barn."
"And no funny business?"
"No funny business."
Silence followed. Hesitation. Consideration. Flora wasn't quite sold on the idea...
Spanish to English Translation
"¡No estarás solo!" -- "You won't be alone!"
