Working off a nice sweat.

A few days after her last match, Amy began working herself out as soon as she felt her body could handle it. This was her normal routine, exercises, lifting weights, aerobics, cardio, she'd work out every part of her body on the days she knew she wasn't going to have a match. She had just got done with hours of working out, and decided to stay in her lime green outfit. She was pooped, to say the least, and was looking forward to a nice hot soak.

She had a white towel wrapped around her shoulders as she walked into the locker room, still trying to catch her breath. She sat down on the bench, and started to work on her locker combination. She stopped however as it was about then that her body had slowed down enough for her to reflect back on things. Such as her last match.

It was definitely a fun one, as far as her matches went. She reached up for her flower pig tails, and started to take them out as she thought back on the match. That woman. She seemed like an easy win at first. Just a no account introvert who spent all her day reading books. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but she didn't think it was the place for girls like her. Yet as their match progressed, she was surprised again and again by her. First she was able to rival her strength quite nicely. She also kept locking her in holds that really hurt her, like all the toned muscles she had worked for squat in defending against her submissions.

Yes, it was very exciting, but the way the woman carried herself, and the things she said, she had a feeling the woman was supposed to be a heel. The only problem was Amy was riding such a high off the match that she didn't seem to notice. Now that she thought about it, her attitude towards the match seemed to have confused her opponent a bit.

There was something that confused her, however. At the end, at the pin count, Amy leaned down to kiss her. She had been kissed by girls before, but she almost never did the kissing first. So what exactly compelled her to do such? She didn't know. She couldn't figure it out.

In Amy's mind, she may have been taking things very well since her last match, but or her opponent who lost to her several days ago, she couldn't have been taking it any worse. Rheena Yatsuo had taken the last few days since then to recover, resting up since her loss, yet also trying to do the best she could in her damaged state to serve Cerbera as her personal body guard. The girl had been beaten and battered at the end of her last match, succumbing to a total loss as she was nearly brought to a state of unconsciousness from her opponent. Fortunately, all of the wounds most came down to strain and bruising, and it was nothing a bit of rest couldn't heal, and by now, Rheena was back on her feet again, only sporting a bandage around her nose, and a small, cushioned bandage wrapped around her shoulder, and even those would be gone in a few days. Overall, Amy really worked Rheena over, and interestingly enough, the sadistic chiropractor actually found herself mildly impressed by the girl's actions in the ring. But, after losing in the end, being made a fool of, and that strange... thing she did with her lips at the end of the match, it angered her to the point that she couldn't hold it back, and unfortunately, a few people she encountered the last few days were on the receiving end of Rheena's anger and were practically turned into human pretzels. The girl did know what a kiss was, she read books and wasn't stupid, she just didn't understand why, or what that feeling was, and she wanted answers.

But most of all, she wanted revenge.

Hearing a rumor and matching the appearance of what she remembered how Amy Walker looked like, she had heard that the girl was training in the gym for quite some time, and Rheena knew, it was her perfect chance to find the girl, and have a nice ‘chat†with her over the match. Garbed in a slightly different attire, Rheena was wearing a sleeveless green, tight, form fitting shirt, making the bandage around her right shoulder more visible, and she still had the typical bracers and fingerless gloves she often wore. Her pants composed of black, training shorts, but her legs still had those green, long socks, kneepads, and black boots with green lace. The girl looked ready for her own training, but the maliciously cold, dark glare in her ice blue eyes behind the frames of her glasses said otherwise, and soon, she entered the locker room, brushing a few green strands of hair from her face as she quietly stepped in.

The scene was perfect, and Rheena slowly approached, being sure not to make a sound, looking at Amyâ€s backside, as she had only one thought in mind, getting closer, keeping calm and focused as she did. Then, when she got close enough to Amy, she reached her left arm out; suddenly planting it on Amyâ€s left shoulder to get her attention. Her fingers felt freezing to the touch, and she squeezed just enough to let Amy know she was there and so she couldnâ€t fully turn around, only wanting the girl to turn her head towards her so she can get one, good look at Rheenaâ€s dead serious gaze before she did anything else.

In the middle of her deep thought, she felt someone grabbing her left shoulder. She jumped in surprise and was snapped out of her deep trance of thinking. She looked up just as Rheena wanted to, and stared up at Rheena's eyes. She wasn't sure what to say, even with the gaze Rheena was meeting her with. She decided instead to greet her in a friendly manner.

"Uh... hey." She greeted casually, still feeling kind of awkward after kissing her.

Rheena didn't speak at first when Amy looked over towards her. Her cold touch, that death-like glare, the way she dug her fingernails into Amy as the air was stagnent and silent, it was like the silence before the storm. Ever so slightly, Rheena turned her head, tilting it just enough so the gym lights above reflected of her glasses, shielding the look in her eyes with a white glint, and shen she suddenly clamped much harder into Amy's shoulder, enough to bring a pain there that was hard to ignore. Then, as Rheena spoke, she may not have said hi to greet Amy, but she said something that sounded awfully close to it.

"Die." That single word sounded like it came from the Grim Reaper himself, and without any more warning, Rheena took her other hand immediattly getting it to Amy's face, and shunting her forward, doing it by her shoulder she still gripped, but mostly, spreading her hand out into an open palm around Arm's face, and shoving her hard. Practically slamming the girl forward, Rheena went to bash the side of Amy's face right into the side of the locker, once again using her surprising strength to throw her into it with all her might, wanting to get her 'entertainment' started.

Amy cringed as she started to squeeze her tighter. "Ngh... that's.. starting to hu- what?" She blinked when Rheena finally replied to her. Did she just tell her to die? She had no time to think about it, however, and ended up getting her face covered by Rheena's hand before the side of her face was slammed into the locker with a loud yelp, and slammed against it with enough force for Amy's head to bounce off the locker and caused her to fall off her bench.

Rheena had caught her at a perfect opportunity, with Amy being worn out and exhausted from her strenuous workout, and it was leaving her little fuel with which to fight back with.

"Ngh... listen.. I know you probably want payback and all.. but could you maybe come back in an hour or so when I can defend myself?" She asked, sounding a bit naive with her question.

There was nothing more satisying right now than hearing her yelp out in pain, even for a moment when her head was slammed into the locker like that. She elt like right now, she could get all her payback in tenfold, and would enjoy this little 'ambush' of hers to the most extreme. Seeing how Amy fell off the bench, putting her on the ground, Rheena just stepped forward, and then took a step up, standing on the wooden bench. The girl looked dead serious in her vindiction, and wasn't going to stop just because Amy was tired. That was half of the point.

"No." Now, suffer." Rheena said like she was just a machine carrying out her orders, jumping from the bench down at Amy, attempting to drive both of her padded knees into the girl's gut as she came down with them first while Amy was still down.

Amy rolled onto her back to look up at Rheena staring down coldly at her. Even though Amy had to assume the fact Rheena was putting on her fiercest gaze right now, she couldn't help but smile a little up at her. She might have been cold and heartless to others, but Amy couldn't help but find this girl cute, even after she told her to suffer, and even after she drove her knees deep into her stomach.

"Huuggh!!" She gasped loudly, her body arching up from the hard blow, and ended up flopping to her back, panting heavily. "Ghn.. y- been working out? That hit harder than any blow you laid on me before.." She commented. It was strange, even though she should be scared and begging for her, despite the lowbrow tactics, Amy still looked at this girl with respect first, and everything else second.

"Rngh... come on... this won't satisfy you.. I'm nowhere near at the best of my ability right now." She said, trying to reason with her. "I can tell.. you want revenge... but if I wanted to exact revenge on someone, I'd do it while they're in top shape, and not behind their back.." She said, her voice strained as Rheena's knees were no doubt driven deep into her gut.

The agony she was inflicting, it was sickeningly sweet to watch and deliver, the site of Amy recieving each blow making Rheena's skin crawl with excitement. Standing over Amy as the girl spoke, Rheena was a little amused to see her try and talk her way out of this, most of Amy's words falling on deaf ears as Rheena just looked down at her, blinking a few times as she shook her head. Rheena had no intention of giving this up, in fact, hearing Amy trying to talk her way out of this only made it that much more bitter sweet.

"That's what you would do, not me. And unfortunately for you, outside of the ring," Rheena paused briefly as she spoke, giving Amy a reality check as she was on the slightly padded locker room floor, and the cruelty would just continue. "-I don't play by the rules." With that said, Rheena would raise her foot and come down hard on Amy, going high now as she tried to smash her right foot into Amy's breast and throat area, going for a few of these strikes to soften her up.

Amy had nothing with which to defend herself, other than her words, and apparently they would not save her here. She saw her raising her foot, and braced for the impact, feeling her strike both her breast and her throat, cryying out in pain as she stomped at her again and again. Now she was starting to get a little pissed.

"You have no idea..." Rheena suddenly said after the third slam of her boot, starting to reach down and taking the moment to go for Amy's ankles, attempting to grab them both in her hands to set up with her next attack, wanting to break Amy apart at this point. "..How much of my pride you crushed. You didn't win, you just survived. But I'll fix that real soon." There was an undertone to Rheena's words that was filled with malice, her blunt and stoic tone starting to grow with anger, even her icy blue orbs widening a little from behind her glasses, starting to drag Amy just a bit by the heels.

Wanting to deliver an attack that Amy avoided once before in the ring, making sure she experianced every bit of pain she should have those few days ago, Rheena started to set herself up for a Boston Crab, beginning to turn Amy over as she still held the girl's ankles. Stradling around the back of Amy, still between the lockers and the benches, she started to yank back hard with all her might, not using Amy's waist as the bending point, but her torso, forcing a bent at the legs, knees, and hips as she would started to try prying the girl apart. Rheena only had destruction on her mind, and she wasn't going to stop until she was satisied.