Claudio whistled as he walked through downtown, wondering what would be next on his agenda of awesomeness. He was kind of hungry, but he knew that if he ate out in a fancy restaurant he wouldn't be able to restrain himself and his gorgeous, perfect body would be tainted with unnecessary calories and fat. Instead, he decided to take his mind OFF of food with a little physical action.
"Let's see... perhaps I could go to an arcade." Claudio muttered to himself, before quickly dismissing the idea.
"No... if I never lose, that means I always win. And that means I'll have to carry home a bunch of excess ticket prizes I don't need. Gah, why do I have to be so damn perfect?"
It was then that Claudio spotted out of the corner of his eye a tiny mixed martial arts gym.
"Oooh.. what have we here?"
Claudio walked up to the window and peered inside. Inside a tiny kickboxing ring were two huge, muscular guys in spandex grappling with each other. The dark skinned bald man had the man with a jaguar mask againt the ropes and successfully performed a double leg takedown. He tried to go for an armbar, but the jaguar masked man broke free, quickly seized his back and put him in a rear naked choke. The dark skinned man angrily tapped out as the jaguar mask guy leaped to his feet and thrust his fists in the air in celebration.
"Hmm... their wrestling skills are phenomenal!" Claudio exclaimed. "Perhaps I should try wrestling... although my supernatural skills are flawless enough already, I do admit my ground game is kind of lacking. If I am to enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament 7 and wreak my vengeance on those evil tainted spirits, I must make sure I'm proficient on my feet AND on the ground!"
So without further ado, Claudio stepped inside the gym and quickly approached the two huge buff guys. The two of them turned and looked at Claudio, the black man's eyebrow raised.
"What the hell you want? This ain't a place for models." the man snorted, ignorant to the fact that Claudio was NOT a model, but the leader of a clan of exorcists. Claudio allowed the comment to pass however; with his devilish good looks, it was a common misconception.
"Actually, I've come here because I would like to train with you two gentlemen." Claudio replied politely, extending his hand. The black man didn't take it, but the jaguar masked man politely returned the favor with a handshake.
"I'm King. This asshole is my friend Marduk." the jaguar mask man said. "Don't mind him; he's just mad because he can't enter the King of Iron Fist Tournament this year."
"Yeah, they said they already got a Vale Tudo specialist. Such bullshit!" Marduk spat. "I'M THE VALE TUDO GUY, DAMMIT! I BRING IN THE PAY PER VIEW BUYERS!"
"No offense Marduk, but nobody really likes you." King replied, placing a heartfelt hand on his shoulder. "In fact, people turn off their TVs when you step in the ring."
"Damn you King..." Marduk sniffled. The tears in his eyes couldn't deny the truth; people truly hated watching that douchebag, whether on TV or live.
"Ummm excuse me gentlemen? I'm waiting for an answer." Claudio chimed in. Humble as he was, he did NOT like being in a room and not being the center of attention.
"Oh, sorry." King replied. "Well you are free to train with us, but... I don't think you're in our weight class. In fact, you're not even close."
Claudio looked at his slender frame, and then looked at the two hulking behemoths in front of him.
"Well, you do have a point there heh heh..."
"But don't worry! We do have someone you can train with that's more your size." Marduk chimed in.
"Cool! Where is he?" Claudio asked excitedly.
"SHE is in the locker room getting dressed." King replied.
"HEY JAYCEE! HURRY YOUR HAWT ASS UP!" Marduk boomed.
"A... a woman? Well, this just got interesting..." Claudio mumbled under his breath, a smile forming on his lips.
Claudio stared at the locker room, eagerly awaiting the woman who would soon emerge. What if she was beautiful? But what if she was ugly? Naaaah... all women wrestlers look like freakin supermodels. This realization caused Claudio to become even more anxious to see the beautiful specimen that would almost certainly be stricken by his powerful charm when she laid eyes on him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open and out stepped a cute young woman with brown hair in a ponytail and a slender body. As if her face wasn't pretty enough, her body looked AMAZING in the skin tight pink and white leather one piece spandex she was wearing. It hugged her body tight and really emphasized her breasts; in fact, her cleavage was bursting out of the low cut top. Her thick powerful legs and juicy thighs made Claudio anxious to see what she looked like from behind.
"I'm here, sheesh!" Jaycee shouted. She turned and looked at Claudio, and suddenly her entire body froze.
"Ohh...wowwww..."
Claudio flicked his hair one time and flashed a smile as he slowly approached Jaycee, whose gaze was locked onto his. Clearing his throat one time, he extended his hand and introduced himself.
"Claudio Serafino."
"J...J...J-J-J-J-J"
"Take a deep breath. I know you can do it." Claudio encouraged.
"J...J...JULIA!" she finally screamed. She immediately cupped her mouth in embarrassment.
"Oh? I thought your name was Jaycee." Claudio inquired.
"It's just... MY RING NAME!"
"I see. So... can you wrestle as good as you look?"
"Y-Y-YES! Please excuse me!"
Julia ran out of the gym, her face flustered from gazing upon a man so beautiful it was deadly. Claudio shook his head and chuckled a few times, running his hand through his hair a few times.
"What the hell was that all about?" Marduk asked, rubbing his shiny bald head.
"Eh, it happens to most of the women who see me. Oh okay, ALL the women." Claudio laughed.
"Is Julia gonna be okay? Maybe I should check on her." King said.
"Nah, she'll be fine. Usually it takes a moment for the initial shock to wear off." Claudio replied with a shrug. "In the meantime, got a uniform I can borrow?"
"Well... I have some old trunks from when I was an amateur wrestler. I was a lot smaller back then, so they might fit you." King replied.
TEN MINUTES LATER
Julia finally stepped back into the gym, her hand on her chest and hard breaths coming out of her mouth. She looked like she had just suffered a heart attack.
"There you are!" King exclaimed, running over there to comfort her. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah... I'm fine." Julia replied. "It's just... as soon as I saw that man... my body just... it just...DAMN HE WAS GORGEOUS!"
"Aw please." Marduk scoffed. "What do you see in that prissy little pretty boy when you can have a real man like me?" He flexed his muscles as he spoke.
"Um, no offense but... that man was like fine red wine. You're a generic brand of beer sold at a gas station that no one goes to."
"Aw screw you guys! I'VE HAD IT WITH ALL OF YOU!"
Marduk ran out of the gym crying, quite a contrast to the aggressive manly aura he always seems to exert.
"So where is that fine piece of sexiness?" Julia asked. "N-not that I wanna see him again! I just... I was gonna help him with his training! Yeah, that!"
"He's changing in the locker room." King replied. "He should be out any... oh, there he is."
"Gaaa...AAAAAHHHH!" Julia squealed. She clutched her chest and nearly fell over as a white hot fire coursed through her blood. Her eyes couldn't tear away from the sight of Claudio Serafino in wrestling spandex. The rubber clung to his legs so tightly that every ripple of muscle could be seen in all it's glory. But it wasn't the legs that made Julia hot inside; it was the sight of his glorious package bulging through the crotch area that was about to make her orgasm just from being in the same vicinity.
"Oh my freaking God... I can't breathe..." Julia gasped. Her knees buckled and her hands covered her crotch area out of fear of someone witnessing the byproduct of her being totally horny.
"So. Ready to get started?" Claudio asked, putting his hands on his hips and standing in a way that his pelvis was further emphasized. Suddenly, he looked down at his feet.
"Oops, I need to tie these shoes."
"OH FATHER SKY AND MOTHER EARTH!" Julia squealed. Claudio bent over and his two perfect, round, firm buns looked like they were about to pop out of the skintight rubber that hugged them. It looked like a pair of fancy round decorative pillows stuffed with angel feathers on God's favorite couch.
"Ah, that's better." Claudio proclaimed, getting back to his feet once his shoes were tied. "Now then... how you wanna do this? You wanna clinch first?"
"Ah...ahhh...ahh...ahhhh... so round... so perfect..." Julia mumbled, her speech almost incoherent.
"Uhhh Julia?" King called out. He was getting quite weirded out with this whole ordeal.
"Oh I know! Perhaps I should try to take you down, and you show me the proper procedure to break free!" Claudio exclaimed. "Okay... here I come!"
Before Julia could say another word, the sexy spandexed hunk of man tackled Julia and his perfect lustful features smooshed against her. Julia's body was rendered limp in a nanosecond and she was easily brought to the ground.
"Julia?! What the hell was that? That was awful!" King fussed.
"Wow, that was easy." Claudio said. "So... should I try to submit you or...?"
Julia's lust overtook her, robbing her of any rational thought. Like a wild animal attacking its prey, Julia forced herself onto Claudio and tried to rip off the rubber wrestling trunks covering Claudio's most intimate areas. Claudio was shocked at first, but quickly decided to just go with the flow and let things play out. Hey, if a hot chick wants to molest Claudio Serafino, who is he to deny her the pleasure?
"JULIA? Julia, get off of that guy!" King yelled. But Julia didn't listen; she instead continued to pull and stretch the rubber covering Claudio's legs in a vain attempt to gaze upon the majestic scepter in his pants. Her face seemed devoid of any sanity, and was instead wearing the look of a starved animal.
"Julia, what the hell is wrong with... ah, screw it." King just folded his arms and walked away, silently seething with anger and jealousy that the perfect specimen of sexiness known as Claudio Serafino so easily seduced his hot lady friend who he was totally crushing on.
"Now THIS is the kind of wrestling I'm good at, heh heh..." Claudio chuckled, a grin spreading on his face.
ONE UNPLANNED BUT CONSENSUAL RAVAGING LATER
After the events that transpired in the gym subsided, Claudio walked down the street in his old clothes and a new realization: he didn't have to work on his wrestling at all! The very feeling of Claudio Serafino's body against someone is enough to bring them to their knees immediately, as was just proven in that gym. Yep, Claudio's skills were just as flawless as he suspected. The King of Iron Fist Tournament 7 would be a breeze for someone as powerful as him; all he had to do was cross his fingers that all of his opponents were women. Even married women would do.
