Okay, so that hadn't worked out quite as he planned (or had it?). Not that it mattered; they usually went 'round a few times anyway, neither one of them gave up very easy. And every second they wrestled around just made them want each other more. Will struggled under Troy's pin, a little surprised he was on the floor so quickly. 'Never give Troy a warning,' he thought as he pushed back on the Native's hands with his arms. Will writhed around a bit with his hips then began a more serious attempt to buck the other man off him. "Oh, you're still the punk Troy." Will said, not giving up the fight. He shifted toward the right and rolled the pair to their sides. Once off his back, Will quickly tried to take the upper hand, but was cautious of the hydrokines legs, Troy was fond of using them to his advantage.