A sporty affair (for snappleR)

Here he was, Daisuke "The wrestling prince" Takeuchi.  He was back in the Tension gym room, looking to work up a sweat either by a spar or just general training. He arrived in the gym room, in his branded clothes and sun glasses, he walked past the main gym hall without seeing who's in and who's not. He straight away went towards the locker room areas, his gym bag hanging on his shoulder.  

The first thing he did was slowly strip out of his regular clothes, his toned, muscled body was perfect! He went into the showers to quickly freshen up before a work out, he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist as he began to dig into his gym bag to take out his attire. Putting on a pair of black NIKE wrestling boxers, made of latex material and perfectly fit around his waist. Next, he put on his leather wrestling boots as he looked to get in a good spar hopefully.

"I doubt there would be anyone in my league, but whatever I'll try my luck" he grinned arrogantly in the mirror as he adjusted his latex boxers and stroked his hair back. Daisuke exited the locker room, entering the main gym hall area as he began to look around for any trouble he could get himself into.

Trouble was just around the corner. Amy stomped into the women's locker room having been ejected yet again from the AFW gym pool- but this time it looked like it might stick.

"Are pool noodles really all that offensive?" She wondered aloud, looking up sadly at her neon green float toy. For its part, the noodle looked sad, too- dry, cracked, and limp. Amy refused to consider that it might actually have been her "accidental" bump into the unyielding lifeguard, the one that sent him and his ridiculous aviators (we're indoors, you jackass, she'd thought as she nonchalantly walked away) tumbling over into the deep end, that earned her her latest suspension.

Thus distracted, Amy did not notice the proudly surveying Prince just outside of the locker room doors. She collided pool-toy first into his brawny back.

"Oops!"

Daisuke could hear some uproar of some-sorts in the pool area but he didn't bother investigating it, I mean why would he go to the pool areas anyways? He had a pool in his mansion. Daisuke was walking slowly, there wasn't anything of interests in the Tension gym today and it looked like he probably had to change back and go do something else. Until a clutsy girl bumped into him, guess that would mean he would get what he want? a potential opponent? or is it.....

"Urghh...W-watch where you're going" he said as he staggered forward a few steps before spinning around to see who bumped into him. It was a cute blonde girl, looked athletic and sporty, clearly she was in the AFW wrestling roster but Daisuke would still look down on her. "Damn janitors...what's with that thing anyways" he arrogantly snorted, smacking that ridiculous toy off her hands.

"Clean up on aisle one" he mocked her with a grin.

Amy took a step back. "My ba-" she managed, before she felt her pool toy being ripped from her hands.

"Wow, dick," The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She froze, but then decided that she wasn't sorry. She looked up at the offending party.

He was hot- like crazily, inhumanely hot. Even here, among the world's most carefully-trained, battle-hardened, scientifically-dieted bodies, his was like one out of a comic book. Amy felt her mind start to wander... but she caught herself. Your noodle, she reminded herself. Grade-A Asshole.

Amy crossed her arms. "I'm sorry I bumped into you," she said tersely. Then she waited, looking for an apology in return.

Daisuke was not only arrogant but was proud of his arrogance, as soon as he heard the first words that came out of her mouth, his face twitched and he raised his eyebrows as an annoyed expression formed on his face. The cute, blonde girl started to look at him like she was in a trance for a few seconds. He noticed her gaze and rolled his eyes and began to snap his fingers to bring her back to earth.

After hearing her apology, he smirked back to her while stroking his hair back. "Sorry eh? well you should be! I AM the wrestling prince, Daisuke. Wrestling royalty like Moi shouldn't be around common filth such as yourself.So away with you" he yawned sarcastically while signalling her to "Shoo" away from him. He was a handsome, hot guy but his attitude sure stank when it came to meeting other wrestlers in the AFW roster.

Amy's mouth fell open. Is he for real? She thought. In any case, it didn't look like she was going to get her apology any time soon.

Amy collected herself and performed a deep, sarcastic curtsy, her thumbs and forefingers pinching daintily at an imaginary dress. "Ohhh your highness. A thousand apologies, milord. That one such as I should be so blessed as to have gained your attention, only to have earned your disdain as well. Surely this is the worst of all days!" Amy gestured about the gym like a stage actress, and accented "worst" with a flourish that ended with the back of her hand against her forehead, as if in a faint.

She picked herself up again after a second or two of dramatic pause. "Then I shall take my leave." She bowed, and turned to pick up her pool noodle. Then, seized by sudden impulse, she whipped around and brought the noodle down straight upon the Prince's head. "Oops! Not again!" She smiled, having fun now.

Daisuke raised his eyebrow and wasn't feeling too impressed, catching onto her obvious sarcasm. Her curtsy and apology was rather amusing though, as he showed her a toothy grin. Hmph. Dont push it too far you bitch" he snapped back at her after her dramatic show. After she said she would take her leave, Daisuke brought his hand on his chin, rubbing it, thinking of what exercise to start off in the gym. He was already in his wrestling gear, but without an opponent he would probably have to do something else.

Then suddenly, the girl spun around on her heels and bobbed the prince on his head with that silly pool noddle. "Urgh! You ignorant little...." he said snatching it away yet again and throwing it on the ground, kicking it away. This time he even moved in towards her, looking to bump into her for a staredown. "You think you're pretty funny huh? I bet you wont be laughing when I take you down in the ring, that is...if you know how to wrestle" he smirked again throwing down the challenge to this unknown girl in the gym.

By all rights, Amy should have been intimidated. Daisuke loomed over her, and, by her best estimation, he had fifty pounds on her, not an ounce of which was fat. But her smile only grew into an eager grin. "You would deign to grapple with me? Your generosity knows no bounds!" Her earlier annoyance over Daisuke's withheld apology evaporated. I'll just beat it out of him, she thought happily. She patted him good-naturedly over both of his shoulders. "Come on, Your Rudeness, I'll try my best not to get my middle-class sweat all over you." She slipped past him and started to make her way to the familiar ring, humming tunelessly, and mindlessly discarding the sweater she had tied about her waist in the process, leaving her clad in her usual blue tank and bike short combo.

The two pressed up into each other, it looked cute from afar as Amy pressed up into Daisuke as she looked upwards towards him. He was grinning while she was smiling. Her little sarcastic act was getting on his nerve, although she did have one good point. "Hmph, that's true. Try not to get your disgusting sweat on my body" he shrugged as he followed her. Watching as she stripped off her sweater, now just being in her blue tank top and spandex bicycle shorts.

"Typical commoner, not even showering before a match. I could smell you from a mile, you reek worse than a sweaty gym bag" he commented arrogantly as he got near the ring, sliding inside the ring from the bottom rope before quickly getting back onto his feet. Stretching off at the waist and loosening up his arms and shoulders as he got ready to wrestle. He slowly walked towards one corner of the ring, his back resting against it as he adjusting his latex wrestling boxers. "Hope you're ready. Try to keep up to wrestling royalty" he snickered.

Now that Amy was used to the Prince, his verbal barbs rolled off of Amy like water. In fact, they were a little bit comforting. That's right, big boy, she thought to herself. Just keep on thinking about how untouchable you are.

Amy allowed Daisuke preferential access to the ring, bowing slightly as he entered first, but Amy followed quickly after. While Daisuke was adjusting his attire and shooting off one last boast, Amy struck. She took quick steps up to the prince in his corner and leapt forward, launching a merciless, sneak-attack knee right into the center of his unprepared print-ad abs.