Post by Jane on Jul 27, 2007 5:52:46 GMT
((Didn't know these belonged in the PPV RP's and not Developmental. This one's a three-parter. Enjoy!))
One of Jane’s first orders of business when she arrived was finding a sparring partner. One of the mixed blessings of grappling was that it could not be trained or practiced for solo. Striking martial arts could be trained for on one’s own in the comfort of the home. Boxers just needed punching bags and the new “Body Opponent Bags” which mimicked the shape, texture and resistance of a male human upper torso. Kickers, like martial arts practicing Tae Kwon-Do or Karate, could master their quick combinations on Wave Masters or hone their flying kicks on kicking mats. In the absence of any such expensive equipment, martial artists whose repertoire focused on hand strikes and kicks could just develop their technique by striking air.
But not so for grapplers. One could not grapple air. One could not lock a side body scissor with headlock combination on an imaginary opponent. Trying to was… just plain weird. It’d be like trying to hug the air. Not going to happen.
Thankfully, it didn’t take Jane too long to find a suitable sparring partner. His credentials were in order and she felt he could potentially be a challenge. A Judo instructor with quite a few notable medals to his name, he would be a bit more in line with what she might be facing in the ring. The Judo instructor wasn’t six feet tall or more and he certainly wasn’t a steroid-driven monster of muscle. But he was a man and that was what she expected to face in the ring. Training against a more qualified and better skilled woman wouldn’t prepare her for the ring one bit. Male physiology was different, as was the male mind-set. A woman might react one way to being locked into a full nelson, while a male might react totally differently. If Jane developed habits and instincts based on how women reacted to her holds, she would not fare so well in the ring with a male as she’d be caught completely off guard by their unpredictability.
Jane noticed that her opponent was hesitant as they started out on the mats. This was something she’d figured she would be able to expect from the male opponents she’d be put up against in the ring. They were tough and they were professional, yes. But they probably would not have ever faced a female wrestler before- or at least not one who knew what she was doing. Society and its norms also helped Jane out a bit. The prospect of wrestling a woman was intimidating because of social programming. Beat a woman in the ring in front of an audience and you were some sadistic creep who enjoys beating woman. Get beaten by a woman in the ring and you were some kind of wimp not worthy enough to pass on your genes. It was one of the wonderfully hilarious ambiguities of society.
Jane played his squeamishness to her advantage. She lunged in quickly, clinching with her opponent right away. The Judoka resisted and attempted to stop Jane’s momentum cold and reverse the take-down. But Jane pushed off with her stronger legs and ever slowly gained the upper-hand. In a matter of moments she had him on his back.
Jane followed her opponent to the ground and hurriedly set to work pinning the hapless Judoka to the mats. This was an element of grappling the Judoka was not quite so familiar with. Judo assumed that the act of taking an opponent to the ground was the end of the fight. Once one had thrown an adversary down, they were likely to yield or give-up. At least, that was the assumption made by the Okinawan masters who had created the martial art centuries ago. In modern street fights, tossing someone to the pavement was just the beginning to a very painful bout. In a wrestling match, it was an opportunity to win a pinfall or to take some time playing to the fans while ones opponent recovered for another beating.
Jane wasted no time in placing her legs properly to apply a grapevine. Her knees jammed into the insides of her struggling foe’s legs and then spread his apart. The effect was that Jane’s legs were positioned reasonably comfortably but the Judoka was being gradually spread-eagled. She would continue to apply pressure to the inside of his legs, letting him feel a pull in the muscles surrounding his thighs and crotch as he was forced into a distorted version of the splits. All the while, Jane maintained her grip of his hands from the initial clinch and arm-wrestled him to try to pin his back and shoulders to the mats for a quick and easy pinfall.
Jeremy- that was the Judoka’s name, she remembered- squirmed about one last time in a desperate attempt to escape her pin. But even if he had managed to get himself free of her hands, he would not have been able to get away- her legs still had his bolted in place. Her ankles were inter-twined with his, just in case. With a groan of exertion, his arms gave out and Jane pinned his back to the mats.
“One. Two. Three.” Jane murmured in his ear as she beamed down at him in triumph. She kept him pinned for just a moment longer as if to make a point. “Gotcha!”
Satisfied with her victory, Jane got up and straightened her hair. The first fall had been easy to win but future ones would be more difficult, she knew. This first time she had the element of surprise as Jeremy thought she was just a typical jock girl fresh out of college. Now he would be on guard and fighting to protect his “manliness” from embarrassment. If there was ever a good motivator for a guy to put out, it was to prevent his honour from being slighted by a “lowly” girl.
Just as she was about to get ready for another round, Jane saw her temporary agent walk into the gym room. “Hey! What’s up?” She asked.
“You need to towel up.” Mr. Steiner said simply, removing his sunglasses.
“Towel up? I haven’t even gotten warmed up yet!” Jane replied, smugly.
“Well, get dressed into something nice then. You’ve been asked to do an interview.” Came the straight-faced reply.
Great. An interview. And Jane was just starting to enjoy herself.
One of Jane’s first orders of business when she arrived was finding a sparring partner. One of the mixed blessings of grappling was that it could not be trained or practiced for solo. Striking martial arts could be trained for on one’s own in the comfort of the home. Boxers just needed punching bags and the new “Body Opponent Bags” which mimicked the shape, texture and resistance of a male human upper torso. Kickers, like martial arts practicing Tae Kwon-Do or Karate, could master their quick combinations on Wave Masters or hone their flying kicks on kicking mats. In the absence of any such expensive equipment, martial artists whose repertoire focused on hand strikes and kicks could just develop their technique by striking air.
But not so for grapplers. One could not grapple air. One could not lock a side body scissor with headlock combination on an imaginary opponent. Trying to was… just plain weird. It’d be like trying to hug the air. Not going to happen.
Thankfully, it didn’t take Jane too long to find a suitable sparring partner. His credentials were in order and she felt he could potentially be a challenge. A Judo instructor with quite a few notable medals to his name, he would be a bit more in line with what she might be facing in the ring. The Judo instructor wasn’t six feet tall or more and he certainly wasn’t a steroid-driven monster of muscle. But he was a man and that was what she expected to face in the ring. Training against a more qualified and better skilled woman wouldn’t prepare her for the ring one bit. Male physiology was different, as was the male mind-set. A woman might react one way to being locked into a full nelson, while a male might react totally differently. If Jane developed habits and instincts based on how women reacted to her holds, she would not fare so well in the ring with a male as she’d be caught completely off guard by their unpredictability.
Jane noticed that her opponent was hesitant as they started out on the mats. This was something she’d figured she would be able to expect from the male opponents she’d be put up against in the ring. They were tough and they were professional, yes. But they probably would not have ever faced a female wrestler before- or at least not one who knew what she was doing. Society and its norms also helped Jane out a bit. The prospect of wrestling a woman was intimidating because of social programming. Beat a woman in the ring in front of an audience and you were some sadistic creep who enjoys beating woman. Get beaten by a woman in the ring and you were some kind of wimp not worthy enough to pass on your genes. It was one of the wonderfully hilarious ambiguities of society.
Jane played his squeamishness to her advantage. She lunged in quickly, clinching with her opponent right away. The Judoka resisted and attempted to stop Jane’s momentum cold and reverse the take-down. But Jane pushed off with her stronger legs and ever slowly gained the upper-hand. In a matter of moments she had him on his back.
Jane followed her opponent to the ground and hurriedly set to work pinning the hapless Judoka to the mats. This was an element of grappling the Judoka was not quite so familiar with. Judo assumed that the act of taking an opponent to the ground was the end of the fight. Once one had thrown an adversary down, they were likely to yield or give-up. At least, that was the assumption made by the Okinawan masters who had created the martial art centuries ago. In modern street fights, tossing someone to the pavement was just the beginning to a very painful bout. In a wrestling match, it was an opportunity to win a pinfall or to take some time playing to the fans while ones opponent recovered for another beating.
Jane wasted no time in placing her legs properly to apply a grapevine. Her knees jammed into the insides of her struggling foe’s legs and then spread his apart. The effect was that Jane’s legs were positioned reasonably comfortably but the Judoka was being gradually spread-eagled. She would continue to apply pressure to the inside of his legs, letting him feel a pull in the muscles surrounding his thighs and crotch as he was forced into a distorted version of the splits. All the while, Jane maintained her grip of his hands from the initial clinch and arm-wrestled him to try to pin his back and shoulders to the mats for a quick and easy pinfall.
Jeremy- that was the Judoka’s name, she remembered- squirmed about one last time in a desperate attempt to escape her pin. But even if he had managed to get himself free of her hands, he would not have been able to get away- her legs still had his bolted in place. Her ankles were inter-twined with his, just in case. With a groan of exertion, his arms gave out and Jane pinned his back to the mats.
“One. Two. Three.” Jane murmured in his ear as she beamed down at him in triumph. She kept him pinned for just a moment longer as if to make a point. “Gotcha!”
Satisfied with her victory, Jane got up and straightened her hair. The first fall had been easy to win but future ones would be more difficult, she knew. This first time she had the element of surprise as Jeremy thought she was just a typical jock girl fresh out of college. Now he would be on guard and fighting to protect his “manliness” from embarrassment. If there was ever a good motivator for a guy to put out, it was to prevent his honour from being slighted by a “lowly” girl.
Just as she was about to get ready for another round, Jane saw her temporary agent walk into the gym room. “Hey! What’s up?” She asked.
“You need to towel up.” Mr. Steiner said simply, removing his sunglasses.
“Towel up? I haven’t even gotten warmed up yet!” Jane replied, smugly.
“Well, get dressed into something nice then. You’ve been asked to do an interview.” Came the straight-faced reply.
Great. An interview. And Jane was just starting to enjoy herself.