Student-Teacher Workout

[Devastated]

Candy Cane grunted out as she was stuck, she struggled and jerked as she tried to find a way to free herself. Her hands grabbed at Muriel's arms to try and pry them off her, and away from her face! Though all that seemed to earn her was Ms. Spencer locking in an even worse hold for the redheaded punk! She felt the arms of her teacher snaking around her throat as she was locked into a sleeper version of the hold.

A short gasp escaped from Becky's mouth, as she would pry at those arms for a few more seconds. She knew she could find a way out of this hold....but those were tactics that were probably not meant for a spar. She clicked her tongue, feeling Muriel's body grind against her back like that...a faint blush on her face, uncertain if it was from her air supply dropping or from the sensation.

After a few more seconds. Candy Cane would begin to tap against Muriel's arm! It was a spar after all, and she'd been out-wresteled on the mats by Muriel Spencer!

[BlackAkuma]

…Ms. Welsh smelled so nice.

It had been so long since the two of them had shared a ring together and wrestled that she had almost forgotten her student’s scent, the way it felt to bury her face in all that red hair. She took good care of it, or perhaps it was whatever substance she used to keep it dyed. Whatever the case, it was a sharp, familiar scent that brought back so many splendid memories. She had been here before, had felt Ms. Welsh squirming beneath her, and it was a sensation she had not suspected to enjoy again. If only, if only-

Ms. Welsh was tapping.

”Oh!” Muriel had become lost in her revelries, so much so that she had no registered Ms. Welsh giving up for a few moments. She hurriedly released the woman and moved back to her knees, giving her all the space she could need.

”My apologies, Ms. Welsh! I…you…” She stammered over her words, before she coughed, cleared her throat and straightened. [color=#8000000]”Forgive me, I was lost in a distraction. Are you all right?”[/color]

[Devastated]

Becky coughed and gasped, her face was going about as red as her own hair and began to shift towards a faint shade of bluish purple! She began to tap a bit more frantically, as her teacher didn't release her! Was this some sort of lesson? Had she tapped to early? Was it supposed to teach her to hang in there? Whatever the meaning or lack thereof there might have been, was becoming lost on Candy Cane as she could only focus on getting air back into her lungs.

When Muriel finally released her the body of Becky flopped flat on her front, she began to cough loudly, spittle spraying out on the mat as she gasped and wheezed for air! After a few seconds of this display, she rolled over onto her side and tried to prop herself up onto her elbow, but another cough knocked her over onto her back. She laid there with her arms spread out, her chest heaving...color began to slowly return to her face.

"Ah..! *cough*...F-fuck!" Candy Cane rasped, she would tilt her head up to look at her old teacher's. "Guh....Y-you're....as ruthless as ever teach!...Shit!...Ah dammit! Gimme a sec....I'll be fine *cough*..."

After a few more seconds, Becky began to push up to a seat, she heaved and shook her head, clearing some spots from her vision. Then heaved herself up to her feet. " Ugh...fuck, I lost. Ah...hang on." Becky leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees, taking in some deep breaths. "Y-you got lucky teach...Is what I wanna say, but damn....I demand a rematch! Or at least a do-over!!"

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel sighed as her student let fly with a fuselade of foul language, as coarse and rough as ever. As to be expected, it seemed the years had made Ms. Welsh no less crass. While it was as irksome as ever, it was refreshing, in a small way. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same, she supposed.

She sat back and gave Ms. Welsh all the time she needed to recoup, looking on with slight concern for a few moments, before the woman got everything back together and straightened up, finally finding her breath. What came from her next was most interesting.

”I would not be averse to a match, either, though…” She tapped her chin, hesitating for a moment, before she powered through. ”Perhaps an official match would be more fitting? It has been too long since we had a real bout, and there’s no time quite like the present.”

Another idea was slipping in on top of that, but she held her tongue for the moment, hesitant to even speak it out loud and bring it to fruition.

[Devastated]

Becky's eyes widened as Muriel suggested an official match, whereas Candy Cane had simply wanted to a chance to pay her teach back for the choke. She would fold her arms underneath her chest, thinking about it for a moment. She hadn't exactly had the best career here in LAW as of late. A string of losses and one draw was about all she had to her recent career. Also being choked out but a second ago did dent her confidence at taking on Muriel in an official match.

"Hmmm..." She considered it, the idea of taking on Ms. Spencer was at least sitting well with her. If she won it would be great, if she lost it would just be another loss to her record. "Ya'know what teach. Let's!" Candy Cane spoke with some gusto as she would step forward, shifting her arms down, as she placed one hand on her hip. "Tho I won't be losing to you."

The punk rocker would tilt her head a bit, she knew she was taking a gamble facing Ms.Spencer but she also felt like it was a gamble she was willing to take. "So! What kinda match?"

[BlackAkuma]

Ms. Welsh accepted, as Muriel knew she would. There were many things she could say of her former student, and not all of them glowingly positively, but never let it be said that this woman shied away from a fight. She was redoubtable in that regard.

Getting her to accept was the easy part. What followed would be the true challenge.

”Well, seeing as this is LAW, and in Rome you do as the Romans do, they say…” She coughed, cleared her throat, and straightened up. ”I was thinking that, perhaps, we could, if you were interested, have a, uh…you know, a…”

Muriel chewed on her lip and glanced off to the side. ”A hardstyle hentai match.”

[Devastated]

Candy Cane's face would show a bit more concern when her old teacher began to try to phrase things in sayings and metaphor. From what she remembered, that was never a good sign, she would squint her eyes a bit, wondering just what Muriel Spencer had in mind. She watched her straighten up and then...stumble a bit on her words. It was clear that it was something making her rather flustered.

"Spit it out Teach!" Becky barked out, in an almost frustrated manner as it was clear that she found the stalling to be somewhat annoying. Though to her surprise, when she finally heard the match type that Ms. Spencer was suggesting that kind of match…. Well for a brief few seconds Candy Cane's face went pale. Her blue eyes stared at Ms. Spencer for a few seconds...her mouth apage.

"W-what?" Becky spoke, a tint of red on her cheeks, she crossed her arms against her chest, she looked away for a few seconds...she glanced back with her eyes only at Muriel. "Y-your really wanna wrestle, like that?"

Candy Cane hadn't truly processed how she felt about this, she didn't exactly know if she had much in terms of qualms about doing a hentai match. She just hadn't figured it would be against her former teacher of all things.

[BlackAkuma]

There. It was out.

Muriel had wanted to ask Candy Cane this sort of thing for years. She had dreamed about it. Fantasized about it in her waking hours. Rehearsed the words a thousand times in her head and prepared for a thousand responses. Her breath froze cold in her throat, and she waited to see what reality would bring her.

Better than she had feared, worse than she hoped.

”I…well, you see…” She stammered through it, trying to find the right combination of words to assuage Ms. Welsh’s fears, and perhaps her own. ”I’ve always wanted to…well, not always, but since Rumble Roses…and you’re someone I trust greatly, Ms. Welsh, and I thought that, if you were willing, we could…”

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, her heart was threatening to burst free from her chest, she wanted to be anywhere else and yet nowhere else at the same time.

”I…I apologize, Ms. Welsh.” Her head dropped and her eyes went to the floor, as if they were magnetized towards the canvas. ”[Forget I said anything.”

Coward.

[Devastated]

Candy Cane's response was mostly one of shock, taking completely by surprise that her former teacher wanted to face off in a match like that. It had certainly not been what she thought Muriel Spencer would ask. Her eyes however were fixed on Muriel's face, as she watched her fidget and try to assuage what she must have assumed were fears.

Though quite a few things were coming to light in the way that Ms. Spencer was explaining things. The stumbling over her words started to make Candy Cane shift her stance a bit as she would cross her arms over her under her chest.

She'd click her tongue as Muriel didn't even look at her any more. She would take one step forward, and then stopped...she thought about it for a moment. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but it was difficult to not be attracted to a bod like Ms.Spencer's. Though was this all about lust? Maybe...but she also wanted to face off against her again, the older blonde and her hadn't wrestled properly in a long time. Was there any need to have any qualms about this when it came to facing Ms.Spencer? If it had been Reiko, or anyone else she'd probably have said yes. They had also practically wrestled near naked before, in nothing but bikinis in their mud match way back.

"F-fine!" Candy Cane managed to croak out, before she had to clear her throat. Her voice was almost getting caught...

"I'll face you in any kinda match, Teach. What was it you said? When in Rome? Don't think for a second that I ain't gonna kick your old butt though." Candy Cane tried to seem confident, and cocky but there was a faint blush on her cheeks throughout her little speech.

[BlackAkuma]

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Muriel felt like slapping herself in the face. She should’ve known better, that even entertaining such a thought was wholly inappropriate. The teacher-student divide wasn’t something so easily erased, and whatever her feelings, she shouldn’t have expected Ms. Welsh to reciprocate them. She was young, vibrant, and no doubt had a thriving love life. Women in LAW were likely lining the block to have such a match with her, if she even did them. There was certainly no reason she would ever consider such a thing with a woman like her.

She felt so silly, felt like crawling into a hole somewhere and simply withering there. She was vaguely considering the possibility of just excusing herself and making a tidy exit when Ms. Welsh spoke again.

”...what?”

She watched, eyes widening, unable to hide the shock as Ms. Welsh accepted the offer. Tepidly, clumsily, but acceptance nonetheless. Muriel looked on, mouth agape, unsure what to say for several seconds before she finally found some semblance of sense. ”I, ah…yes! Yes, Ms. Welsh. I look forward to seeing you in combat. In the ring. Again. Yes. I will go and set up the match, and…ah…”

Feeling too much like a deer darting through traffic, Ms. Spencer took one step back, then another, before she gave her former student a hasty wave and hurriedly scurried out of the ring and out of the gym, never looking back even once.