"...Yeah, getting a car in here is probably a bad idea..." Hmm...what could they do? Martia tried to think of something, but couldn't come up with anything. She might have to ask Leslie about that...actually, asking Leslie for advice was a pretty good idea anyway, since she both didn't mind working up a good sweat, and didn't mind watching pretty girls in tight outfits do the same. That was two of the three groups covered right there.
Before she could do so, however, the fighter Navi's outfit was ready, which she accepted and immediately used. She immediately began to glow, and immediately felt her clothes evaporate. Not that anyone could see anything, but even for an instant, it was weird to feel naked in a public area like this. Luckily (for her), she could then sense her new outfit taking shape over her body. As soon as she ceased to give off light, she looked herself over, stretching a bit to make sure it wasn't overly tight or anything. It was overall virtually identical to Escort's, though instead of black, her leotard was a sparkly pink. Her leg warmers were also white, instead of pink, with pink ballet shoes over her feet. Oddly, though she didn't exactly look weak, she definitely looked less muscular than her partner. Even her breasts looked slightly less massive compared to the other Navi...which was a first for Martia.
"Yeah, it'll work..." Like her partner, the Navi tried to keep her rear from swallowing up the leotard's bottom, but failed miserably.
"Ahh, that...really looks uncomfortable." Though Leslie certainly didn't mind the look, she couldn't help by sympathize with Martia's plight a little. "That's why I never wear thongs if I can help it! It feels like if I make one wrong move, it'll snap off!"
"Yeah...but it definitely gives me free movement!" In a single smooth movement, the fighter Navi went from standing to a split, her chest jiggling a bit as she landed due to it having different momentum, and what little restraint existed from her usual outfit was now completely gone. "But anyway, Escort, you might as well tell me about that technique you were talking about. Even if we can't use it, we can still use it as a starting point for some brainstorming."
"...Ah, crap!" As soon as her Navi finished speaking, Leslie proceeded to smack her head. "Speaking of storming, I forgot to check the gutters after that last big one! It hasn't been cleaned in forever anyway, and I need to make they're not about to burst."
"Yeah, you oughta get on that first thing tomorrow! It's a little dark to do it now, of course..." Martia put up a hand to signal to her partner that she needed a moment before her mind was completely free to ponder routines.
"Nah, I can do it from here!" The martial artist opened her window and sat on the windowsill, which allowed her reach up just high enough to get a good feel of how the gutters were...
"Okay, sorry about that. Go ahe-" Another interruption came up when the Navi heard what sounded like a waterfall, though it soon began to soften. "...Leslie? What happened?"
Slowly, the operator crawled back inside, completely drenched from the waist up. Her sports bra was so utterly soaked, that it might as well have been clear at that point. "...Hey, Martia. Guess what I need to do tomorrow...?" Looking down at herself, she elected that wearing a wet sports bra was completely pointless, and removed it. She then opened her closet and tossed it into a basket full of dirty clothes, and grabbed a towel to dry herself off.
"So...anyway, go ahead, Escort. I'm pretty sure my operator's about to go on a rant, so we'd better do what we can before she goes off..."
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"The color suits you," Escort offered, although it was a plain enough observation considering that the tailor had just copied Martia's previous color scheme. The Neo-Shogun navi's smile held some admiration and fondness... but also a little vacancy, as if she was thinking.about something else. Her eyes widened as she realized she has been caught daydreaming.
"Excuse me, Miss Martia. Yes, my routine is certainly physical and favors the outdoors. I start by repelling limousines with my arms while their motors run at maximum speed. Once I feel that's sufficient, usually after half an hour or so, I like to work my legs by keeping pace with the cars as they move. That usually lasts about an hour. I then enjoy a period of meditation, usually for about an hour, while driving my limousine. To finish, I practice my hand to hand combat my dismantling moving limousines with various techniques. This can last one or two hours and works up a good sweat. I then like to bathe and reflect upon the exercise."
As if finally realizing that some of this might sound strange, she smiled reassuringly. "The limousine is really my greatest companion in all of this. I don't think it would be very effective using anything else... Perhaps a bull? But one cannot dismantle a bull," she mused. It didn't seem to occur to her that there were other types of vehicles. "At any rate, does that give you any ideas?"
The tall navi produced a small black notebook from thin air, unlocked it, and took to it with a black ink pen. The unlocking part made it clear that it was a diary. She was writing in it rather furiously, perhaps taking notes. "Perhaps your operator knows a suitable workout routine? I'm afraid mine has little to offer." Her eyes remained locked on Martia despite the amazing speed with which she was writing.
"Excuse me, Miss Martia. Yes, my routine is certainly physical and favors the outdoors. I start by repelling limousines with my arms while their motors run at maximum speed. Once I feel that's sufficient, usually after half an hour or so, I like to work my legs by keeping pace with the cars as they move. That usually lasts about an hour. I then enjoy a period of meditation, usually for about an hour, while driving my limousine. To finish, I practice my hand to hand combat my dismantling moving limousines with various techniques. This can last one or two hours and works up a good sweat. I then like to bathe and reflect upon the exercise."
As if finally realizing that some of this might sound strange, she smiled reassuringly. "The limousine is really my greatest companion in all of this. I don't think it would be very effective using anything else... Perhaps a bull? But one cannot dismantle a bull," she mused. It didn't seem to occur to her that there were other types of vehicles. "At any rate, does that give you any ideas?"
The tall navi produced a small black notebook from thin air, unlocked it, and took to it with a black ink pen. The unlocking part made it clear that it was a diary. She was writing in it rather furiously, perhaps taking notes. "Perhaps your operator knows a suitable workout routine? I'm afraid mine has little to offer." Her eyes remained locked on Martia despite the amazing speed with which she was writing.
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"Yeah...I'm sure that routine works great, but, I don't think it'd carry over especially well to an exercise program on TV..." ...Hmm. Actually, now that she thought about it..."But!"
"Yep, I'm sure there's plenty of those around." By now, Leslie was laying in a prone position on her bed, with her pillow covering her now bare chest, much to the undoubted relief of her Navi. "I mean, just like a martial artist, an exercise instructor needs to be in top physical shape!"
"That...had nothing to do with anything, Leslie..." The look on Martia's face made it clear that she wasn't surprised, just a bit annoyed at her operator's thoughts on the matter. Seriously, when did she not have either martial arts or girls on her mind? ...Actually, when did she not have both on her mind? Because she was drawing blanks on that. "Anyway, as I was saying, the specifics wouldn't work, but I think the general order would actually be pretty good here. Start with upper body stuff, and work down to the legs. Then, a short break, or maybe a little bit of cool down. And then, we bust out the really heavy stuff, that you'd need borderline super Navi abilities for! Then after that, we cool down a bit, and there's the routine!"
"Sounds pretty good to me, but...well, you're still going to need some specifics. Or are you guys just winging it?"
"Hmm...I've sorta got an idea, but at the same time, I don't think we should necessarily be too bound to a single routine. Since there's a test audience, we should gauge their reactions, and change it up if we need to." And she did mean we, since as she spoke, the pink leotarded Navi shifted her gaze to Escort. "I think I've got a rough idea on some individual things to do, but...well, just follow my lead, okay? I'll try to say what I'm about to do ahead of time, so we won't look out of sync!"
"Oh, and, you don't have to answer this, but...what are you writing?" By itself, the writing wasn't odd, but doing it while the other Navi was looking right at her was kinda weird...
"Yep, I'm sure there's plenty of those around." By now, Leslie was laying in a prone position on her bed, with her pillow covering her now bare chest, much to the undoubted relief of her Navi. "I mean, just like a martial artist, an exercise instructor needs to be in top physical shape!"
"That...had nothing to do with anything, Leslie..." The look on Martia's face made it clear that she wasn't surprised, just a bit annoyed at her operator's thoughts on the matter. Seriously, when did she not have either martial arts or girls on her mind? ...Actually, when did she not have both on her mind? Because she was drawing blanks on that. "Anyway, as I was saying, the specifics wouldn't work, but I think the general order would actually be pretty good here. Start with upper body stuff, and work down to the legs. Then, a short break, or maybe a little bit of cool down. And then, we bust out the really heavy stuff, that you'd need borderline super Navi abilities for! Then after that, we cool down a bit, and there's the routine!"
"Sounds pretty good to me, but...well, you're still going to need some specifics. Or are you guys just winging it?"
"Hmm...I've sorta got an idea, but at the same time, I don't think we should necessarily be too bound to a single routine. Since there's a test audience, we should gauge their reactions, and change it up if we need to." And she did mean we, since as she spoke, the pink leotarded Navi shifted her gaze to Escort. "I think I've got a rough idea on some individual things to do, but...well, just follow my lead, okay? I'll try to say what I'm about to do ahead of time, so we won't look out of sync!"
"Oh, and, you don't have to answer this, but...what are you writing?" By itself, the writing wasn't odd, but doing it while the other Navi was looking right at her was kinda weird...
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Escort looked surprised, as if she wasn't aware she has been doing anything odd. "Oh, I just like to keep a diary," she answered simply, then closed the book, which vanished in short order. "It may seem a little childish, but in my line of business, organization is very important." One could only hope her line of business was the respectable definition of escort and not the other... although she looked well suited for either.
"But yes, I trust your leadership. I'm very accustomed to following the movements of others. Simply tell me what you would like to do and I will respond fluidly and reactively," the NS girl ensured Martia. Yep, just two girls moving their sweaty bodies in fluid and reactive motions.
Interrupting that presumable train of thought, Showbizz clapped her hands to get the girls' attention. "Head over to the stage, alright! We're ready to get started. Excellent butts, by the way. Maybe I'll try the exercise while we roll!"
Martia's partner nodded and smiled, as if pleased to be told she had an excellent butt. "Let us commence."
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The two of them found a stage, decorated with a classic green screen and various signs like "Sweat!" and "Stretch!" There was furniture, but only a few blue sofas for sitting or laying down. ""Let me know what props you need, alright?" Showbizz called out. "Weights or a medicine ball or anything," Showbizz encouraged them. The audience she'd assembled did indeed look purposely diverse, with some navis ready for a workout and others for a show. A couple of other navis, NormalNavis dressed in black and gray, were running around like ninjas using video cameras, but not actually ostensibly taking any pictures. Perhaps they were just going to provide feedback on how the camera angles ought to work?
Showbizz was holding an old-timey producer's card open, waiting for the go-ahead.
"But yes, I trust your leadership. I'm very accustomed to following the movements of others. Simply tell me what you would like to do and I will respond fluidly and reactively," the NS girl ensured Martia. Yep, just two girls moving their sweaty bodies in fluid and reactive motions.
Interrupting that presumable train of thought, Showbizz clapped her hands to get the girls' attention. "Head over to the stage, alright! We're ready to get started. Excellent butts, by the way. Maybe I'll try the exercise while we roll!"
Martia's partner nodded and smiled, as if pleased to be told she had an excellent butt. "Let us commence."
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The two of them found a stage, decorated with a classic green screen and various signs like "Sweat!" and "Stretch!" There was furniture, but only a few blue sofas for sitting or laying down. ""Let me know what props you need, alright?" Showbizz called out. "Weights or a medicine ball or anything," Showbizz encouraged them. The audience she'd assembled did indeed look purposely diverse, with some navis ready for a workout and others for a show. A couple of other navis, NormalNavis dressed in black and gray, were running around like ninjas using video cameras, but not actually ostensibly taking any pictures. Perhaps they were just going to provide feedback on how the camera angles ought to work?
Showbizz was holding an old-timey producer's card open, waiting for the go-ahead.
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"Oh. Wasn't trying to pry, or anything!" Martia seemed perfectly satisfied with her partner's response, and as such, remained otherwise quiet. Though, did Showbizz really need to compliment her butt like that...?
Once on the set, the martial arts Navi took a quick look around, to see how much room the two had to do various things. Seemed large enough to her for what she had in mind. She wasn't terribly nervous, despite the crowd and her outfit not leaving a whole lot about her body shape to the imagination, or, in the case of the lower body, not much to the imagination, period. After all, her normal outfit was pretty form fitting itself, and thanks to Leslie, she was used to getting ogled. Yep, she was all set...
Well, almost all set. She still had a ritual to do. Martia closed her eyes, and took exactly three deep breaths...then, did as many backflips, bouncing in the appropriate areas upon landing. She then walked up near the front, smiling. "Had to do that before I started...it helps me flip all my distractions and nerves away! Whenever Escort's all set, we'll get cracking!"
Once on the set, the martial arts Navi took a quick look around, to see how much room the two had to do various things. Seemed large enough to her for what she had in mind. She wasn't terribly nervous, despite the crowd and her outfit not leaving a whole lot about her body shape to the imagination, or, in the case of the lower body, not much to the imagination, period. After all, her normal outfit was pretty form fitting itself, and thanks to Leslie, she was used to getting ogled. Yep, she was all set...
Well, almost all set. She still had a ritual to do. Martia closed her eyes, and took exactly three deep breaths...then, did as many backflips, bouncing in the appropriate areas upon landing. She then walked up near the front, smiling. "Had to do that before I started...it helps me flip all my distractions and nerves away! Whenever Escort's all set, we'll get cracking!"
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"I see," Escort responded, nodding and watching closely. She didn't comment further but it was apparent from her inactivity that she had no such starting ritual.
"No props? Okay girls, we are starting! Go ahead, and remember: if either one of you drops it, that's big points off! No excessive stops during a workout routine!... Unless you're meditating or holding a pose or doing breathing exercises. Then it's okay, I guess. Just go!" the host babbled, snapping her card multiple times for emphasis.
Escort nodded, then swept one arm theatrically, signalling for Martia to lead.
"Let me know if you need props! No shame in asking, girls! No shame, not in this business!" Showbizz reminded them both.
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Pervy Old Men: Undecided
"No props? Okay girls, we are starting! Go ahead, and remember: if either one of you drops it, that's big points off! No excessive stops during a workout routine!... Unless you're meditating or holding a pose or doing breathing exercises. Then it's okay, I guess. Just go!" the host babbled, snapping her card multiple times for emphasis.
Escort nodded, then swept one arm theatrically, signalling for Martia to lead.
"Let me know if you need props! No shame in asking, girls! No shame, not in this business!" Showbizz reminded them both.
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"All right, everyone! Everyone ready to sweat? You'd better be, because Martia and Escort are ready to rock!" Without missing a beat, Martia waved to the audience as she quickly went over the plan in her head. Start easy, go from top to bottom, and work their way up to the heavy-duty stuff. Yep, that should work. "First, we'll warm up with simple stuff. Raise your arms as high as you can. Hold them there for a few moments...and then let them down! And up...and down!" She made sure that her speech was fairly slow, so that her partner would be able to do the motions at the same time. For some reason, the martial arts Navi was sticking her chest out a bit every time she raised her arms, though it was impossible to tell whether it was pandering to the audience, or some subconscious thing she wasn't even aware of.
After repeating the initial movement a few more time, Martia stopped for a moment, before raising her arms into a straight line. "All right, now let's get our arms in a line, like this. Now, move your left arm forward, and your right one back. When you've moved them as far as you can, bend your elbows a bit, like this. Now, back to a straight line...and this time move the right one forward, and the left back. And back...and left forward." This went on for several more times, until the Navi returned her arms to being parallel to her body. "All right, let's work on some other muscles! Spread your legs just a tiny bit, so that your feet are parallel with your shoulders. Now, bend over, and without bending your knees, touch your toes. It's okay if you can't, just try!" She, of course, had absolutely no issues with being able to do it, and showed off by placing her hands flat on the floor, despite her legs being completely straight. Of course, as a side effect, her exposed buttocks were clearly visible at the top. Much like the others, the process was repeated several times, until she returned to a base position.
"Next up, the legs! If you don't have a great sense of balance, you might want to brace yourself against something for this. Now, raise your right leg, and make sure it's bent. Now, make it straight, as high as you possibly can!" Of course, being who she was, the pink leotarded Navi was basically able to extend her leg straight up, with zero bracing. "Remember, it's completely okay if you can't do it the way I am! Just try your best! Now, bend your knee...and straighten! And bend...and straight!" Once more, this went on for several repetitions, with both legs getting their chance to be straightened and bent. At this point, Martia decided that now was as good a time as any to check the audience, and see how things were faring thus far...
After repeating the initial movement a few more time, Martia stopped for a moment, before raising her arms into a straight line. "All right, now let's get our arms in a line, like this. Now, move your left arm forward, and your right one back. When you've moved them as far as you can, bend your elbows a bit, like this. Now, back to a straight line...and this time move the right one forward, and the left back. And back...and left forward." This went on for several more times, until the Navi returned her arms to being parallel to her body. "All right, let's work on some other muscles! Spread your legs just a tiny bit, so that your feet are parallel with your shoulders. Now, bend over, and without bending your knees, touch your toes. It's okay if you can't, just try!" She, of course, had absolutely no issues with being able to do it, and showed off by placing her hands flat on the floor, despite her legs being completely straight. Of course, as a side effect, her exposed buttocks were clearly visible at the top. Much like the others, the process was repeated several times, until she returned to a base position.
"Next up, the legs! If you don't have a great sense of balance, you might want to brace yourself against something for this. Now, raise your right leg, and make sure it's bent. Now, make it straight, as high as you possibly can!" Of course, being who she was, the pink leotarded Navi was basically able to extend her leg straight up, with zero bracing. "Remember, it's completely okay if you can't do it the way I am! Just try your best! Now, bend your knee...and straighten! And bend...and straight!" Once more, this went on for several repetitions, with both legs getting their chance to be straightened and bent. At this point, Martia decided that now was as good a time as any to check the audience, and see how things were faring thus far...
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Escort mirrored Martia's motions to the letter, including the exaggerated, unintentionally saucy ones. There was, of course, a slight lag between the actions of the two. A few members of the audience put in the effort to follow along, achieving mixed resultThe audience seemed to be enjoying themselves fine, but Showbizz didn't look too happy. She beckoned for the Sharo girl from earlier, still dressed in her camo pants, to come over and speak with her. She spoke quietly, then stared back at the stage, watching both girls intently with her strange, starry blue eyes. There was nothing to clarify why she was displeased.
Martia's partner noticed the expression but continued to mimic the routine. She kept her eyes locked onto Martia's body dutifully.
Exercise Nuts: Bored
Casual Crowd: Pleased
Pervy Old Men: Interested
Martia's partner noticed the expression but continued to mimic the routine. She kept her eyes locked onto Martia's body dutifully.
Exercise Nuts: Bored
Casual Crowd: Pleased
Pervy Old Men: Interested
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Based on the reactions, one thing was clear to Martia: it was time to step it up a bit. "All right, ready to kick things into high gear? First, wrap up both of your hands into loose fists, and raise your arms to chest level. Now, punch forward! Not too hard, but enough that someone would feel it if they were in front of you! ...Of course, make sure you're not too close to anyone or anything before trying it! Anyway, now punch with the other arm, and send the first one back, like your arms are connected by a string! And again! And again! Speed it up until you're doing it as fast as you can!" The martial arts Navi herself was capable of doing it to the point where her arms simply looked like blurs. "...I don't really expect very many people to do it quite as fast as this, of course, but if you can, power to ya!"
"All right, let's get the leg warmups finished, too! On the floor!" The pink leotarded Navi lowered herself by allowing her legs to slide apart, until she was making a perfect split on the ground. "Get your legs as far apart as you can! Now, reach over and try to touch your right foot!" Despite having to reach over to the side to do it, Martia pulled off the task effortlessly. "Now, reach over to the left and do the same!...Uh, only with the left foot, of course!" Again, absolutely zero difficulty. The process repeated a few more times, until she suddenly flipped back, then leaped back up without her legs so much as touching the ground...though she unwittingly gave the audience a prime view of her backside in the process, in addition to the bouncing of her breasts from the sudden body movement. "All right, back up, though how you do that is up to you!" She took a moment to reassess the situation, in part because she needed a moment to think up something else to do...
"All right, let's get the leg warmups finished, too! On the floor!" The pink leotarded Navi lowered herself by allowing her legs to slide apart, until she was making a perfect split on the ground. "Get your legs as far apart as you can! Now, reach over and try to touch your right foot!" Despite having to reach over to the side to do it, Martia pulled off the task effortlessly. "Now, reach over to the left and do the same!...Uh, only with the left foot, of course!" Again, absolutely zero difficulty. The process repeated a few more times, until she suddenly flipped back, then leaped back up without her legs so much as touching the ground...though she unwittingly gave the audience a prime view of her backside in the process, in addition to the bouncing of her breasts from the sudden body movement. "All right, back up, though how you do that is up to you!" She took a moment to reassess the situation, in part because she needed a moment to think up something else to do...
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As Escort punched the air, following the instructions of her ally, there ripples of air traveled outward with a sound like a fan whirling. If someone really had stood in front of Escort, they might boy be identifiable as a person any more. She also managed to pull off splits with relative ease. Her expression was fairly cold as she worked. Maybe that was just her personality?
The crowd shifted a little in a miniature wave. Casual exercisers were falling behind as they either for minimal returns from their punches or found themselves unable to perform a split. The xtreme crowd was a little happier having something challenging to do. The oglers were ogling. Showbizz leaned her head on her hand for a bit, then pressed the tips of her right have's fingers to the palm of her other, forming a T. "Time out!" she announced in a booming voice.
With a grumpy frown, she jumped down and crossed her arms behind her back. "You know what I see here? Wasted potential! Wasting ratings is like wasting money, and neither is allowable on ny watch. So I'm going to tell you girls what's wrong before you continue, so you can do your best. I'm just benevolent like that," she explained, trying in vain to offset her clear motivation of good ratings.
She huddled the girls together, looping them both with her arms (she had to make them hunch forward to do so, as Escort especially was rather tall compared to their host). "Alright, you girls have dynamite bodies, but let me explain: you're not the only ones! This routine, it's too normal! People are not going to remember something like this. In show business, never, EVER play it safe! Even if you're trying to win the casual crowd, you've got to give em some moxy! For instance, something SUPER easy but SUPER effective! Same goes for the other crowds! Remember: in this business, "good enough" is never good enough! Good enough gets you channel flippers. We any devoted tune-ins on top of channel flippers!"
"And you guys have the gift of athleticism and great coordination, alright? So cut it out with monkey see monkey do! Interact a little! You guys have to be dynamic, not static! Right now, you. have a captive audience. A real audience is not forgiving! If you get predictable, they don't need to watch. So uh... shake it up a little! Alright?" she finished, giving each of them a slap on the back. "And let me know if you need props or even new costumes. Seriously!"
Escort pressed one fist to her chin thoughtfully. "I've never been one for creative expression," she admitted. "I suppose that no matter how effective our work techniques or well structured, if they're too typical, we will lose. When I think about it, even us messing up would give more incentive to watch than if we just perform the routine simultaneously and easily. I wish I could offer more in the way of ideas."
"Just start back whenever you're ready and I'll clap the card thingy!" Showbizz announced from the distance.
Exercise Nuts: Pleased
Casual Crowd: Displeased
Pervy Old Men: Interested
The crowd shifted a little in a miniature wave. Casual exercisers were falling behind as they either for minimal returns from their punches or found themselves unable to perform a split. The xtreme crowd was a little happier having something challenging to do. The oglers were ogling. Showbizz leaned her head on her hand for a bit, then pressed the tips of her right have's fingers to the palm of her other, forming a T. "Time out!" she announced in a booming voice.
With a grumpy frown, she jumped down and crossed her arms behind her back. "You know what I see here? Wasted potential! Wasting ratings is like wasting money, and neither is allowable on ny watch. So I'm going to tell you girls what's wrong before you continue, so you can do your best. I'm just benevolent like that," she explained, trying in vain to offset her clear motivation of good ratings.
She huddled the girls together, looping them both with her arms (she had to make them hunch forward to do so, as Escort especially was rather tall compared to their host). "Alright, you girls have dynamite bodies, but let me explain: you're not the only ones! This routine, it's too normal! People are not going to remember something like this. In show business, never, EVER play it safe! Even if you're trying to win the casual crowd, you've got to give em some moxy! For instance, something SUPER easy but SUPER effective! Same goes for the other crowds! Remember: in this business, "good enough" is never good enough! Good enough gets you channel flippers. We any devoted tune-ins on top of channel flippers!"
"And you guys have the gift of athleticism and great coordination, alright? So cut it out with monkey see monkey do! Interact a little! You guys have to be dynamic, not static! Right now, you. have a captive audience. A real audience is not forgiving! If you get predictable, they don't need to watch. So uh... shake it up a little! Alright?" she finished, giving each of them a slap on the back. "And let me know if you need props or even new costumes. Seriously!"
Escort pressed one fist to her chin thoughtfully. "I've never been one for creative expression," she admitted. "I suppose that no matter how effective our work techniques or well structured, if they're too typical, we will lose. When I think about it, even us messing up would give more incentive to watch than if we just perform the routine simultaneously and easily. I wish I could offer more in the way of ideas."
"Just start back whenever you're ready and I'll clap the card thingy!" Showbizz announced from the distance.
Exercise Nuts: Pleased
Casual Crowd: Displeased
Pervy Old Men: Interested
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As Martia began to consider what to do next, the figurative whistle blew in her face, as Showbizz brought them together for a team huddle. Sure, the motivation was self-centered, but it wasn't exactly hurting the cause, so she had no complaints with it. As for the actual advice, however...hmm..."...Um...ugh, it's no use...I'm a martial artist, not an aerobics instructor!"
The real world member of the team, however, had a brainstorm from the promoter Navi's suggestions! "...That's it!!!"
"Wha-!" The pink leotarded Navi looked back, startled by her operator's sudden yell. "...What's it?"
"You need simple, yet effective, right? And like you said, you're a martial artist. You know what's both of those things? A game of Attack and Defend!"
"That...wow...that's so simple. It's brilliant! Thanks, Leslie!" The martial artist hopped back a bit, away from Escort. There was a sparkle in her eyes, that she didn't have from just doing the motions earlier. "All right, here's the deal. I'll give a signal to begin in a moment. Showbizz, I want you start a 3 minute timer at that moment. Escort, I want you to try and touch me somewhere other than my arms or legs. And even if you succeed, don't stop. Keep trying to touch me. Understand?" She chilled a moment, as she gave her employer a little time to meet her single demand. "Everyone ready? All right, then...GO!" She raised her arms in front of her, an odd smile on her face...
The real world member of the team, however, had a brainstorm from the promoter Navi's suggestions! "...That's it!!!"
"Wha-!" The pink leotarded Navi looked back, startled by her operator's sudden yell. "...What's it?"
"You need simple, yet effective, right? And like you said, you're a martial artist. You know what's both of those things? A game of Attack and Defend!"
"That...wow...that's so simple. It's brilliant! Thanks, Leslie!" The martial artist hopped back a bit, away from Escort. There was a sparkle in her eyes, that she didn't have from just doing the motions earlier. "All right, here's the deal. I'll give a signal to begin in a moment. Showbizz, I want you start a 3 minute timer at that moment. Escort, I want you to try and touch me somewhere other than my arms or legs. And even if you succeed, don't stop. Keep trying to touch me. Understand?" She chilled a moment, as she gave her employer a little time to meet her single demand. "Everyone ready? All right, then...GO!" She raised her arms in front of her, an odd smile on her face...
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"That's the way! Plan the work and work the plan!" Showbizz replied, clapping her hands together in shared excitement. "I'll be ready!"
"Try to... touch you anywhere other than your arms and legs? That only leaves..." Escort murmured, seeming lost in thought. Her fingers momentarily flexed in and out habitually; putting two and two together, it seemed as though she really wanted to summon and write in her diary. She managed to abstain from satiating that urge and instead clenched her fingers into a tight fist. "Certainly. I've trained a good while for this! To be able to touch a w--ah, another individual, without injuring them!" It was a little scary how much she made it sound like she'd need to hold back just to avoid damaging Martia by touching her.
"Alright, we're rolling!" Showbizz announced, clapping her "card-thingy" to announce the restart of filming.
Escort had a serious expression on her face as she raised her own arms, although not as a shield in front of her. Rather, she had both hands held open with curled fingertips, as though she was going to claw at Martia. Even beyond that, it looked like a grabby-hands motion some perverted old man might make. Reinforcing that notion, Escort went into motion, moving her hands at superhuman speeds. Seeing where Martia had started, she tried to jab around, grabbing at the Martia's stomach and head. Once that diversion was complete, she drew back her elbows like charging up for a palm strike, then thrust straight at Martia's breasts with both hands ready to clutch.
Showbizz was more excited now, as was the audience. "Wow! Martial arts movie training! That's much more exciting!" The intense crowd was much more engaged now, judging by their expressions. It was difficult to tell them from the pervy ones now; those ones were also anxiously waiting to see what happened. The casual crowd, on the other hand, seemed hopeless and resigned in their inability to do this one.
Exercise Nuts: Excited
Casual Crowd: Unengaged
Pervy Old Men: Excited
"Try to... touch you anywhere other than your arms and legs? That only leaves..." Escort murmured, seeming lost in thought. Her fingers momentarily flexed in and out habitually; putting two and two together, it seemed as though she really wanted to summon and write in her diary. She managed to abstain from satiating that urge and instead clenched her fingers into a tight fist. "Certainly. I've trained a good while for this! To be able to touch a w--ah, another individual, without injuring them!" It was a little scary how much she made it sound like she'd need to hold back just to avoid damaging Martia by touching her.
"Alright, we're rolling!" Showbizz announced, clapping her "card-thingy" to announce the restart of filming.
Escort had a serious expression on her face as she raised her own arms, although not as a shield in front of her. Rather, she had both hands held open with curled fingertips, as though she was going to claw at Martia. Even beyond that, it looked like a grabby-hands motion some perverted old man might make. Reinforcing that notion, Escort went into motion, moving her hands at superhuman speeds. Seeing where Martia had started, she tried to jab around, grabbing at the Martia's stomach and head. Once that diversion was complete, she drew back her elbows like charging up for a palm strike, then thrust straight at Martia's breasts with both hands ready to clutch.
Showbizz was more excited now, as was the audience. "Wow! Martial arts movie training! That's much more exciting!" The intense crowd was much more engaged now, judging by their expressions. It was difficult to tell them from the pervy ones now; those ones were also anxiously waiting to see what happened. The casual crowd, on the other hand, seemed hopeless and resigned in their inability to do this one.
Exercise Nuts: Excited
Casual Crowd: Unengaged
Pervy Old Men: Excited
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"Yep, the head and body! That's your target area! And yeah, try not to hurt your opponent. This was designed as a training exercise, so hitting too hard's no good! ...Oh, right! Just so we're clear, my hair doesn't count, so no need to go after it!" Escort's reactions were a bit...interesting to Martia, though she decided to chalk it up as some sort of attack technique. Even as her partner rushed her, she remained perfectly still, almost as though she was allowing her to get a clean hit...
"...Too slow!"
...Right before making contact, however, the martial arts Navi sidestepped her opponent, entirely evading the first double strike, and easily catching the second phase with her own hands. "Not a bad feint, but it was way too obvious to catch someone as experienced as me!" Exactly whether she was referring to the feint, or the attempt to get a handful of her breasts was unclear, but over the course of the next several minutes, it became clear that she was quite capable at avoiding the myriad of grabs attempted on her. Escort managed to get in a couple of quick touches, but the chest area proved far more elusive than its size would've suggested. On the up side, both Navis were clearly getting a good workout because of it.
Soon, time was more or less out, which Martia was keenly aware of. However, in a rare moment, she allowed her guard to lower a bit, and gave her partner a prime opportunity to score. And if she was quick about it, it'd probably count towards the exercise, as well...
"...Too slow!"
...Right before making contact, however, the martial arts Navi sidestepped her opponent, entirely evading the first double strike, and easily catching the second phase with her own hands. "Not a bad feint, but it was way too obvious to catch someone as experienced as me!" Exactly whether she was referring to the feint, or the attempt to get a handful of her breasts was unclear, but over the course of the next several minutes, it became clear that she was quite capable at avoiding the myriad of grabs attempted on her. Escort managed to get in a couple of quick touches, but the chest area proved far more elusive than its size would've suggested. On the up side, both Navis were clearly getting a good workout because of it.
Soon, time was more or less out, which Martia was keenly aware of. However, in a rare moment, she allowed her guard to lower a bit, and gave her partner a prime opportunity to score. And if she was quick about it, it'd probably count towards the exercise, as well...
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"Perhaps I'm holding back a little too much," Escort muttered to herself, genuinely surprised that she had missed her target. She regrouped and attacked again, turning the scene into what looked very much like a martial arts movie after all. As she continued to grasp and miss, she realized a myriad of problems. The first was that she would have to stop holding back so much if she wanted to make any headway (although it certainly didn't look like she was holding anything back. The second was that her position was difficult: essentially, Martia could defend herself like a boxer, protecting only the vital areas above the belt. The final problem was that she was hesitating because she wasn't quite sure if it was okay for her to grab a handful of Martia or not.
The pervs gripped the edge of their seats impatiently while the challenge buffs strained their eyes to follow the action. The stars in Showbizz' eyes circled, making her look dizzy (she probably was). After a couple of minutes trying to find the right mixture of resolution vs. tact and strength vs. gentleness, Escort was huffing and looking far worse off than her partner. She looked like she really was getting a hardcore workout! Her ordinarily slick hairdo was displaced such that her hair curled around her head in a series of wayward cowlicks. Her tremendous breasts heaved and sweat dripped from the sculpt of her muscles.
When Martia finally relaxed her guard on her chest, Escort was blindsided by one of her few failings: hesitation in the name of careful consideration. She stared for a moment and by the time and was done thinking, the moment had passed. Instead, she reached up and touched one palm to Martia's cheek, brushing her hair from her eyes gently and tracing beads of sweat from over her brow. She left her hand there for a moment, smiling down at Martia in a dreamy (both in the sense of being tired and of being a dashing person) way. Her eyes were sparkling and her lips barely parted, making the two look unintentionally romantic.
"Does the face count...?" she asked in a quiet whisper. Then, yo the surprise of everyone, she fainted through a mix of anxiety and overexertion. Without even trying to or realizing she had done it, Martia had become the first navi to ever defeat Escort.
Unfortunately, Escort's strength came with a price: the weight of a 6 and a half foot body full of both womanly fat and an extremely tight pack of muscles. As she fainted and began to fall forward, the NS subordinate placed both hands around Martia's shoulders for support. The audience whistled and cooed, apparently caught up in the illusion of something lovey dovey going down. What they didn't realize and couldn't feel was the crushing weight of Escort as she lost muscle control and became like a fallen steel statue bearing down on Martia.
There was nothing to do but move back and try to get away; as Martia did, Escort's face slapped down into Martia's bosom. Her nose slashed into it, producing a nasty ripping noise, but it didn't seem to be anything indecent. At this point, Martia's options were to leave her there (painful), lift her out (even more so), try to back out of the embrace, or maybe try to push her enough to send her tumbling to the floor. The audience was just laughing, not even realizing that Escort was unconscious and thinking she was going for a face full of Martia boobs.
Pervy Old Men: Giddy
Exercise Nuts: Delighted
Casual Crowd: Amused
The pervs gripped the edge of their seats impatiently while the challenge buffs strained their eyes to follow the action. The stars in Showbizz' eyes circled, making her look dizzy (she probably was). After a couple of minutes trying to find the right mixture of resolution vs. tact and strength vs. gentleness, Escort was huffing and looking far worse off than her partner. She looked like she really was getting a hardcore workout! Her ordinarily slick hairdo was displaced such that her hair curled around her head in a series of wayward cowlicks. Her tremendous breasts heaved and sweat dripped from the sculpt of her muscles.
When Martia finally relaxed her guard on her chest, Escort was blindsided by one of her few failings: hesitation in the name of careful consideration. She stared for a moment and by the time and was done thinking, the moment had passed. Instead, she reached up and touched one palm to Martia's cheek, brushing her hair from her eyes gently and tracing beads of sweat from over her brow. She left her hand there for a moment, smiling down at Martia in a dreamy (both in the sense of being tired and of being a dashing person) way. Her eyes were sparkling and her lips barely parted, making the two look unintentionally romantic.
"Does the face count...?" she asked in a quiet whisper. Then, yo the surprise of everyone, she fainted through a mix of anxiety and overexertion. Without even trying to or realizing she had done it, Martia had become the first navi to ever defeat Escort.
Unfortunately, Escort's strength came with a price: the weight of a 6 and a half foot body full of both womanly fat and an extremely tight pack of muscles. As she fainted and began to fall forward, the NS subordinate placed both hands around Martia's shoulders for support. The audience whistled and cooed, apparently caught up in the illusion of something lovey dovey going down. What they didn't realize and couldn't feel was the crushing weight of Escort as she lost muscle control and became like a fallen steel statue bearing down on Martia.
There was nothing to do but move back and try to get away; as Martia did, Escort's face slapped down into Martia's bosom. Her nose slashed into it, producing a nasty ripping noise, but it didn't seem to be anything indecent. At this point, Martia's options were to leave her there (painful), lift her out (even more so), try to back out of the embrace, or maybe try to push her enough to send her tumbling to the floor. The audience was just laughing, not even realizing that Escort was unconscious and thinking she was going for a face full of Martia boobs.
Pervy Old Men: Giddy
Exercise Nuts: Delighted
Casual Crowd: Amused
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...Er, shoot, she left her chest wide open. Martia raised her forearm to ensure that she could deflect any attempts on her person...which, ironically, left her face wide open, and made it extremely easy for Escort to touch her cheek. Granted, part of that was because she didn't expect her to actually go for there, but, it wasn't really against the rules..."Yep, though I wouldn't really recommend going for the he-ack!"
And with that, her partner was down and out. The pink leotarded Navi struggled to support her; for all of her skill, Martia was a bit lacking in pure strength. She could hear a ripping noise as her breasts managed to stop Escort's head, though a quick look showed that it was just a small tear near the left clavicle, and nothing to be concerned about. Instead, she could fully focus on trying to set her partner down without hurting her...and she had an idea, albeit a fairly risky one, that would her do that in one fell swoop. Martia took a deep breath, preparing herself for the incoming physical exertion...and quickly (but lightly) did a leg sweep, then speedily moved over to her partner's back and caught her before she fell to the floor. She then set her down gently, and sighed. "I was afraid she might do that...ideally, when you play this, you attempt to minimize unnecessary motions as possible. That way, you don't completely wipe yourself out in the process. The worst part is, now we're supposed to switch out, with me trying to touch her. The face counts, so she scored 3 points. But if we can't finish, that doesn't matter much..."
What made her remarks seem strange, however, was that when she caught Escort while letting her down easy, she had assumed an odd position in order to cushion the other Navi, and, unknown to her, overstrained her leotard. As such, another rip had exposed quite a bit of the side of her left breast, though nothing consisting of flat out nudity was showing. And unfortunately (for her), it was her left side that was clearly visible to the audience at the moment...
"Um, Martia?"
"What's up, Leslie?"
"Er...well, never mind. It's not all that important right now..." Okay, it WAS important, but why ruin a perfectly good moment of sideboob?
And with that, her partner was down and out. The pink leotarded Navi struggled to support her; for all of her skill, Martia was a bit lacking in pure strength. She could hear a ripping noise as her breasts managed to stop Escort's head, though a quick look showed that it was just a small tear near the left clavicle, and nothing to be concerned about. Instead, she could fully focus on trying to set her partner down without hurting her...and she had an idea, albeit a fairly risky one, that would her do that in one fell swoop. Martia took a deep breath, preparing herself for the incoming physical exertion...and quickly (but lightly) did a leg sweep, then speedily moved over to her partner's back and caught her before she fell to the floor. She then set her down gently, and sighed. "I was afraid she might do that...ideally, when you play this, you attempt to minimize unnecessary motions as possible. That way, you don't completely wipe yourself out in the process. The worst part is, now we're supposed to switch out, with me trying to touch her. The face counts, so she scored 3 points. But if we can't finish, that doesn't matter much..."
What made her remarks seem strange, however, was that when she caught Escort while letting her down easy, she had assumed an odd position in order to cushion the other Navi, and, unknown to her, overstrained her leotard. As such, another rip had exposed quite a bit of the side of her left breast, though nothing consisting of flat out nudity was showing. And unfortunately (for her), it was her left side that was clearly visible to the audience at the moment...
"Um, Martia?"
"What's up, Leslie?"
"Er...well, never mind. It's not all that important right now..." Okay, it WAS important, but why ruin a perfectly good moment of sideboob?
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A particular portion of the audience ooo'd and aaah'd at Martia's wardrobe malfunction while the rest turned to Showbizz, expecting an answer to Martia's question. The little navi gripped the arms of her chair and leaned forward to shake her head. "Nonsense! The show must go on! If you weren't done yet then we will just have to fetch you a conscious partner! Easy cheesy!" the hostess proclaimed. "Let's see... Oh, I know! Swat, you're pretty good at this and you're aaaaalmost as big in the bazonkers as these girls. Get a leotard and join her!"
"No way, I'm not going to wear anything like that, for starters..." the white-haired navi complained from stage-side.
"Okay, fine, the perv crowd seems to like your Sharo spec ops uniform thing well enough anyways. Just get up there and guard your bazoobs for a while and then we can wrap up!" Showbizz whined. Thankfully, Swat remembered who paid her checks and hopped up onto stage with a sigh.
She approached Martia, looking her over with eyes as steely as Escort's but opposite in expression; while Escort was servatile and emotionally detached due to her work, Swat was cold and seemingly self-interested. "It's going to be pretty bad for your show if you can't even touch me," she boasted, flipping her hair and then crossing her bare, athletic arms. The girl's body would turn heads in any room... but even then, she might be upstaged by Martia or Escort. "I'm trained in Sharoan sambo, so there's not a chance I'll let you in."
"Enough chat, you girls are on the clock!"
Nodding, Swat raised both hands and hunched her back. Her hands were held like claws, amusingly mimicking Escort's earlier pose, but her intention was probably to grapple with Martia and counter her attacks. Nobody thought to tell Martia a thing about her leotard.
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"No way, I'm not going to wear anything like that, for starters..." the white-haired navi complained from stage-side.
"Okay, fine, the perv crowd seems to like your Sharo spec ops uniform thing well enough anyways. Just get up there and guard your bazoobs for a while and then we can wrap up!" Showbizz whined. Thankfully, Swat remembered who paid her checks and hopped up onto stage with a sigh.
She approached Martia, looking her over with eyes as steely as Escort's but opposite in expression; while Escort was servatile and emotionally detached due to her work, Swat was cold and seemingly self-interested. "It's going to be pretty bad for your show if you can't even touch me," she boasted, flipping her hair and then crossing her bare, athletic arms. The girl's body would turn heads in any room... but even then, she might be upstaged by Martia or Escort. "I'm trained in Sharoan sambo, so there's not a chance I'll let you in."
"Enough chat, you girls are on the clock!"
Nodding, Swat raised both hands and hunched her back. Her hands were held like claws, amusingly mimicking Escort's earlier pose, but her intention was probably to grapple with Martia and counter her attacks. Nobody thought to tell Martia a thing about her leotard.
(Stats are still the same)
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Martia simply nodded at Showbizz's insistance that the show go on; it was about the answer she expected. Her opponent, as well, was who she anticipated, now that Escort was down. "You're definitely right about that. Guess I'll have no choice but to make sure to get this victory, then!" Sambo, huh...admittedly, she was more familiar with Electopian martial arts than other kinds, but she did knew that jujitsu, and especially judo, both had an influence on sambo's creation. And that gave her an idea on how to approach Swat.
"All right, before we start, I'll reiterate the score. Escort scored 3 points on me. Both sides only get one round on offense, so I need to score 4 to get a clear cut win. If I land 2 or fewer touches, you win. And if I get exactly 3, we'll enter sudden death, which I'll cover if that happens. I fully plan on getting 4, though!" And...the timer began. Technically, it was only supposed to start at Swat's command, but...well, time to get started. Quickly, but not hastily, the martial arts Navi moved up to her new partner, and with each arm, attempted to touch her on the sides. If she landed with either, it was nice, but the important thing was that Swat catch her. Then, once she occupied both hands, she'd have an unobstructed path...with her leg. After all, at no point was it said that only hands or arms could be used to score points. That'd be a major disadvantage for the likes of taekwondo specialists, after all...
"All right, before we start, I'll reiterate the score. Escort scored 3 points on me. Both sides only get one round on offense, so I need to score 4 to get a clear cut win. If I land 2 or fewer touches, you win. And if I get exactly 3, we'll enter sudden death, which I'll cover if that happens. I fully plan on getting 4, though!" And...the timer began. Technically, it was only supposed to start at Swat's command, but...well, time to get started. Quickly, but not hastily, the martial arts Navi moved up to her new partner, and with each arm, attempted to touch her on the sides. If she landed with either, it was nice, but the important thing was that Swat catch her. Then, once she occupied both hands, she'd have an unobstructed path...with her leg. After all, at no point was it said that only hands or arms could be used to score points. That'd be a major disadvantage for the likes of taekwondo specialists, after all...
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"And let me remind you that I am the personal bodyguard of Showbizz, one of the most controversial celebrity producers of our generation! To allow you to penetrate my defenses and land a hit is nothing less than am insult to my profession," Swat replied, seeming more interested in protecting her own pride than assisting with Martia's exercise... Or paying attention to the rules. That might play to Martia's advantage.
The crowd cheered as Showbizz clapped her card and Martia initiated her tactics. Swat was focused enough not to be caught off guard, however, and approached the contest like a real match. She locked her aggresor's arms with an intensity that was the polar opposite of Escort's (I.e. a very painful submission hold), wrapping both arms and hands to entwine their limbs. When Martia thought to use a leg, she saw it coming and retaliated by stepping forward and crossing their legs. From this very close proximity, their considerable bustlines nearly touching, she was in a great position to execute a toss or a trip.
"A game where I only need defend? You were doomed to fail this from the creation of its rules!" the white-haired bodyguard smirked, breathing through her teeth. Of course, in fighting to the best of her sambo skills, perhaps Swat forgot some of the rules of Martia's game...?
Pervy Old Men: Giddy
Exercise Nuts: Edge of Seat
Casual Crowd: Nall-Biting
The crowd cheered as Showbizz clapped her card and Martia initiated her tactics. Swat was focused enough not to be caught off guard, however, and approached the contest like a real match. She locked her aggresor's arms with an intensity that was the polar opposite of Escort's (I.e. a very painful submission hold), wrapping both arms and hands to entwine their limbs. When Martia thought to use a leg, she saw it coming and retaliated by stepping forward and crossing their legs. From this very close proximity, their considerable bustlines nearly touching, she was in a great position to execute a toss or a trip.
"A game where I only need defend? You were doomed to fail this from the creation of its rules!" the white-haired bodyguard smirked, breathing through her teeth. Of course, in fighting to the best of her sambo skills, perhaps Swat forgot some of the rules of Martia's game...?
Pervy Old Men: Giddy
Exercise Nuts: Edge of Seat
Casual Crowd: Nall-Biting
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What the? Did she just...dodge that kick while grapping her? Well, this was certainly more interesting than she anticipated. "Heh...you're pretty good! Though, for a practice exercise, you're grabbing kinda hard..." Seriously, she understood that it was a part of the martial art, but couldn't she restrain her a little more softly, since it wasn't even a real match?
...Softer...aha! Martia just realized Swat's biggest weakness in this position. She smiled, and proceeded to push her breasts towards her opponent's. Just because she couldn't use any of her limbs at the moment, didn't mean she couldn't still score any points. And that'd be two right there, since, well, she had two breasts. Plus, it certainly couldn't hurt the ratings any, and that was as important as anything...
...Softer...aha! Martia just realized Swat's biggest weakness in this position. She smiled, and proceeded to push her breasts towards her opponent's. Just because she couldn't use any of her limbs at the moment, didn't mean she couldn't still score any points. And that'd be two right there, since, well, she had two breasts. Plus, it certainly couldn't hurt the ratings any, and that was as important as anything...
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"A desperate attempt to overpower me? You're only making it easier for me to execute an arm-lock full-body suplex if I choose, which I admit, I had been thinking about rather heavily," Swat laughed in a smug, breathy voice. Suddenly, it occurred to her that they weren't having a real wrestling match and her goal was supposed to be to prevent all contact, not just attacks. "Damn rules," she hissed, then lifted Martia slightly off of the floor and heaved forward. The end result was that Martia was tossed forcefully away in a maneuver that could easily injure a less alert opponent.
The audience had enjoyed the boob press but they were still hungry for more exercise/boobs on a case by case basis. Swat raised her arms again. "So grappling puts me at a disadvantage... that's no problem. You won't be able to touch my chest again, I assure you!" Indeed, it may be difficult to approach that way again, as she had adopted a tighter stance, looking uncomfortably cramped in her ready position with her hands claw-like in front of her.
"I always knew you were a tightass, but that's being ridiculous," Showbizz called out, ignoring the fact that such an act would be ridiculous during a real recording.
Pervy Old Men: Giddy
Exercise Nuts: Excited
Casual Crowd: Want a Climax
The audience had enjoyed the boob press but they were still hungry for more exercise/boobs on a case by case basis. Swat raised her arms again. "So grappling puts me at a disadvantage... that's no problem. You won't be able to touch my chest again, I assure you!" Indeed, it may be difficult to approach that way again, as she had adopted a tighter stance, looking uncomfortably cramped in her ready position with her hands claw-like in front of her.
"I always knew you were a tightass, but that's being ridiculous," Showbizz called out, ignoring the fact that such an act would be ridiculous during a real recording.
Pervy Old Men: Giddy
Exercise Nuts: Excited
Casual Crowd: Want a Climax