Just leave it near the ring. I've got my workout gear in the locker room, so I'll change into that real quick. -Satsuki remarked as she started heading in that direction.-
[ once Satsuki's on her way, Jen starts taking off the layers. her helmet and jacket, loose shirt, boots and jeans. in hindsight, a pair of sneakers would have made sense but... eh. if this goes at all to plan she won't be worried about her feet that much.
she's just going to re-tie her hair so that the new, even more massive golden mane is going to be less of a hassle, and then get to some warm-up stretches. ]
-Satsuki didn't take long before coming back out again. Black yoga pants, kneepads, elbowpads, and an orange sports top that exposed her abs. Her hair was righted back and knotted up, as well. Satsuki jogged her way up to the ring, clearing up to the apron in a single vertical leap and grabbing onto the ropes.-
[ Jen had worn her elbow and knee pads too. they may not be quite as much padding as Satsuki's but they've served her well on the courts. one glove too, for grip not for padding, out of habit more than anything. ]
Well, you know me. I've taken like one self-defense course ever, so why don't we start with giving me some moves I can block for a change? Or grabs. I'm good either way. [ hoisting herself up onto the mat under the ropes, Jen rolled to a standing position and hopped about on the balls of her feet to limber up some more. ]
I'm going to go ahead and say "no" in the hopes I'll pick it up quick from what I've seen you do before. [ she's certain that with all her other knowledge that she'll be able to keep up. but if Satsuki wants to explain in detail, she's not going the mind. Jen's always up for learning more about her friend's world and how things work in the ring.
(the details can absolutely be glossed over for the sake of time and energy, of course. Jen just wants to get hit.) ]
Like dancing, huh? I guess you can call this a dip, then! -Satsuki suddenly put the pressure on her grip, dropping her guard low and shifting her wait until she could hip toss Jen over.-
A wh-A?! [ it's a good thing this wasn't done on a harder surface. even with the difference in height and mass Satsuki was easily able to ragdoll Jen right over onto the mat, knocking the wind right out of her. ]
[ okay, actual grappling? Jen is way out of her league here. strength means nothing without mobility and to get out of this she doesn't want to, like... strike Satsuki. especially with a metal fist. no matter how strong someone is, that's got to pack a punch.
better to just tap out and try something else. ] O-okay! That's, ah, not exactly what I was looking for...
Heh, sorry. -Satsuki released the hold, rolling off of Jen's shoulder and laying flat on her stomach, looking over at the other woman with a slightly guilty grin.-
Almost everything is muscle memory at this point, yanno?
I get that. It's fine! I just... I kind of need that shoulder, you know? [ Jen is more amused than anything, rolling onto her own side, too. but that might be a bit sore later. ]
How about you try to counter grapple me this time, instead of just me tossing you around like a rag doll, okay? -Satsuki rolled onto her back, kipping up onto her feet and quickly turning around to hold her arms out for the collar-and-elbow position again.-
In other words, I'll lead? I can handle that. [ though Jen is out of her depth here by far, she's still going to do her best to be confident and enjoy it. she mirrors the pose and comes in for the grab as before, but tries not to overplay the height advantage this time. a lot of good it did her before, anyway... ]
-Satsuki provides resistance for her, this time not just immediately dipping her center of gravity down to throw Jen off balance, but instead trying to break past at least one of Jen's arms so she could swing around for the waistlock.-
[ if Satsuki's trying to get Jen off her feet it's... actually probably likely with the difference in strength. Jen can't go for total prevention, but she does try to keep her right arm behind Satsuki's back, hooking under her armpit or arm or around her neck. whatever she can reach to try and turn this around - however ineffectually. ]
-Satsuki may have had the strength advantage, but Jen definitely seemed to know what she was doing as far as blocking a grapple, and Satsuki didn't quite have the height she needed to get Jen out from under her guard. And the struggle eventually has her lose her footing, collapsing beneath Jen and bringing the other woman down with her.-
[ it's a good thing that Satsuki knows a thing or two about falling, and Jen too has had her share of being bowled over under far less controlled circumstances. it doesn't prepare her for being knocked breathless a second time by the sudden dive, though. nor does it prevent her from landing atop her friend, chest-to-chest, with her palms scraping the mat hard.
her hair might have been secure enough at first, too, but with the force of the impact through her arms traveling straight back the sheer mass of golden-blonde just comes spilling out all across her back, over her shoulders, and into her face. pardon her while she steadies herself before even bothering to take care of it, buddy, this is... going to take a minute. ] Hah. Hah, looks like... you got me.. again...
Just... wow. She didn't even know situations like this happened in real life. If felt like something out of a bad wrestling fanfic. Not that she'd ever read or written any of those as a teenager or had a secret AO3 account where she wrote about lesbian wrestlers or anything.
Wait, why was she denying that truth in her own head? She was in a very weird space. Her cheeks were bright red, looking up at Jen, eyes wide, and chest feeling almost painfully heavy, and definitely not from the pressure of Jen being on top of her. She was so close, and beautiful, and she could remember so keenly that dream where they embraced, how wonderful she had smelled in that dream, the taste of her lips, and it was all she could think about.
Try as she might, no other thought could enter her mind, but knowing what making those thoughts into reality might mean kept her frozen there, unable to do so much as blink or speak, just... look into Jen's eyes. They were gorgeous. Like stars in the sky...-
[ Jen is not completely oblivious to the way Satsuki was looking at her. almost openly gawking, actually. but despite the closeness, and the way that they're positioned - with no plans for either of them to move, apparently - she does mistake the actual reason for the stare. at least, at first.
she reaches up with her left arm to pull some of her hair back over her shoulder and let more light in. it will be much easier to catch the difference in shades there and with her hair in the light. something she hasn't stopped to properly show off to Satsuki prior to this moment. the hair could have been played off as having just visited the salon or something recently. but the eyes? the subtle shift from brilliant blue to violet was more like taking an alexandrite stone and moving it from one light source to the next.
[ she's smiling a bit more after hearing all that, but there's a tinge of embarrassment in her voice and color on her face as she processes all that. ] Yeah...? They really gave me a scare when they showed up out of the blue. Heh. The hair, too.
[ Satsuki knows how hard it was to cultivate appearances, whether it be for glamour or for power. Jen was a big fan of taking selfies and posting them to get people to validate the way she looked, but it meant a lot more when people focused on the details she worked hard to build on and not just the stuff she was born with. or the obvious traits. ]
You look amazing, though... I mean, maybe I'm the worst person to ask, because I'd think you'd look amazing no matter what...
-No, stop, you're letting it all leak out. Not here, not in this moment with her resting, now a bit more gently, on top of you. You're going to ruin so much if you don't shut up. Just stop it.-
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[ once Satsuki's on her way, Jen starts taking off the layers. her helmet and jacket, loose shirt, boots and jeans. in hindsight, a pair of sneakers would have made sense but... eh. if this goes at all to plan she won't be worried about her feet that much.
she's just going to re-tie her hair so that the new, even more massive golden mane is going to be less of a hassle, and then get to some warm-up stretches. ]
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Alright. So how do you wanna start this?
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Well, you know me. I've taken like one self-defense course ever, so why don't we start with giving me some moves I can block for a change? Or grabs. I'm good either way. [ hoisting herself up onto the mat under the ropes, Jen rolled to a standing position and hopped about on the balls of her feet to limber up some more. ]
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(the details can absolutely be glossed over for the sake of time and energy, of course. Jen just wants to get hit.) ]
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better to just tap out and try something else. ] O-okay! That's, ah, not exactly what I was looking for...
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Almost everything is muscle memory at this point, yanno?
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What else you got?
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her hair might have been secure enough at first, too, but with the force of the impact through her arms traveling straight back the sheer mass of golden-blonde just comes spilling out all across her back, over her shoulders, and into her face. pardon her while she steadies herself before even bothering to take care of it, buddy, this is... going to take a minute. ] Hah. Hah, looks like... you got me.. again...
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Just... wow. She didn't even know situations like this happened in real life. If felt like something out of a bad wrestling fanfic. Not that she'd ever read or written any of those as a teenager or had a secret AO3 account where she wrote about lesbian wrestlers or anything.
Wait, why was she denying that truth in her own head? She was in a very weird space. Her cheeks were bright red, looking up at Jen, eyes wide, and chest feeling almost painfully heavy, and definitely not from the pressure of Jen being on top of her. She was so close, and beautiful, and she could remember so keenly that dream where they embraced, how wonderful she had smelled in that dream, the taste of her lips, and it was all she could think about.
Try as she might, no other thought could enter her mind, but knowing what making those thoughts into reality might mean kept her frozen there, unable to do so much as blink or speak, just... look into Jen's eyes. They were gorgeous. Like stars in the sky...-
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she reaches up with her left arm to pull some of her hair back over her shoulder and let more light in. it will be much easier to catch the difference in shades there and with her hair in the light. something she hasn't stopped to properly show off to Satsuki prior to this moment. the hair could have been played off as having just visited the salon or something recently. but the eyes? the subtle shift from brilliant blue to violet was more like taking an alexandrite stone and moving it from one light source to the next.
except now there'd be no mistaking it. ]
What do you think of 'em?
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Y-you're eyes, I mean. -Not... really much better, all things considered.-
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[ Satsuki knows how hard it was to cultivate appearances, whether it be for glamour or for power. Jen was a big fan of taking selfies and posting them to get people to validate the way she looked, but it meant a lot more when people focused on the details she worked hard to build on and not just the stuff she was born with. or the obvious traits. ]
Thanks. It means a lot, coming from you.
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-No, stop, you're letting it all leak out. Not here, not in this moment with her resting, now a bit more gently, on top of you. You're going to ruin so much if you don't shut up. Just stop it.-
You really are amazing...
-STOP.-
And... -STOP.-
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