A Duel Between Gladiators (For Scorn)

"TSSH!"

The redhead amazonian grunted when a low right hook drills into the heavy training bag, the chains rustling as it swings. Even with the red training gloves that she has on, it left a deep indentation on that bag as her fist sinks in. A normal person wouldn't have made it that deep, which shows how much she has trained.

"HAAH!" Then there is the roundhouse kick, her muscular leg smacking onto the leather of the bag. If that were a real person then they would probably have had broken ribs and some mushed organs from the way it cut into the bag. Luckily it wasn't.

It had been a while since her debut and the beating that she gave to a known bully of the Friction division, Pyrena training hard each day. Which seemed to be the theme for her. Wake up. Eat. Hit the gym. Eat. Run miles in the park. Eat. Study old matches. Sleep. Repeat, repeat, repeat. She had her rest days in between just to keep herself from burning out but it was all so she could prepare for another tough match. Except it has been taking a while for that to happen.

Had she not impressed management enough from her debut? Sure, her opponent was pathetic but the Greek was sure that it would have proven that she could handle more tougher competition. With so many more strong competitors coming into AFW, Pyrena would have got her chance. But no, she was probably forgotten and had been left so by management.

So she had been here each day. Just because it was taking a long time for her to get a match, doesn't mean that she should slack. No, Pyrena had to be on point still. There is still a chance that she could be called for a match and if she isn't in peak condition then it would suck for her. Good thing she has that bag to take her frustrations on, the trainers couldn't handle her after one roundhouse kick. Continuing to pound on the heavy bag still before the timer on her phone beeps to signal time is out. Breathing deeply, wiping her forehead from the beads of sweat that roll down, her fist stretched out to stop the bag from swinging. Seems like it was gonna be another one of those days...

Herself the definition of a bad mood, Pyrena would soon find herself given company in the gym by another figure of similar tones and frame. Her last foray into an AFW gym interesting to say the least, Diana would hope to break her weeks of inactivity with yet another asperous return to form. Eyes already latched onto a far set of punching bags with her name written all over them, Diana would close the distance briskly with nought but a rolling of shoulders and cracking of knuckles.

With little interest for conversation or anything remotely close, Diana did not relent on the nearest bag to her. The sounds of the gym, especially those around her somewhat hiding the sounds of her opening shots as her arms criss-crossed in rapid hook fashion, Diana would release a seemingly endless combination before finally relenting. Considering such to be her warm-up, the Italian would take a moment to grasp the bag with both hands, leaning on it as she pondered the lengthy, strenuous workout ahead. Her full figure on show, with crisp-white sports bra and matching gym shorts to cover, the sweat-less figure soon reared back with every intention of breaking said sweat, before something caught her attention.

Given the purpose of a gym was obviously to push oneself in hopes of improving your body, you could be forgiven for the grunts and roars released during particular intense moments of exercise. But even then, there were limits. Even more so to a already disgruntled Italian, who had next to no patience for anything resembling a distraction.

"Do you fucking mind?" Turning her head only sideways as if to suggest which direction the voice of her words were to, Diana's hands held the bag still as she waited for response. Unaware completely, that the figure she had just spoke to in such a manner was in a mood bad enough to match her own.

Of course, being in a gym means that you would get the ones that grunt and roar with every lift, every pull up, and in this instance, every strike landed on the poor leather bag. It was certainly a satisfactory outlet for the Greek, the shots landing on the bag seems to have been amplified with every grunt she lets out. The red tight sports bra and shorts were able to show off Pyrena's own strong body, each kick you could see the muscles flexing and almost rippling from the impact. The bag wasn't going to complain if it's hurting, so she could at least take her frustrations that have been gnawing inside her for a while.

However, not all of it seems to have gone away as the redhead had caught the attention of a disgruntled gym-goer, who probably matched her body type more than her mood. Only just a bit though. If clear headed and calm, Pyrena would have answered a lot more better and diplomatic. However...."What?" The Greek sounding annoyed when she gave her response. "This place isn't the library, you know."

Pyrena knew it was about the noise and no doubt there would be people that aren't exactly keen on hearing them (that's why they invented noise-cancelling headphones) but she could have handled it better than to make a smart-ass comment to the Italian. That says much of the kind of mood she was in. And Diana certainly didn't help matters either. This was supposed to be her rest period, as stated on the timer on her phone. Her heart rate might have calmed a bit but not the attitude.

Diana did feel somewhat hypocritical when she spoke. Ever the grunter and swearer when she unloaded her strikes upon the heavy bag, a moment of irony was not lost upon the Italian as her face cracked the tiniest of smiles, eyes down for but a second before she latched them onto a woman bound to respond. There was no harm in making the day a little more interesting after all.

Turning her frame as to lean on the bag, her opposing arm to her hips with her figure portraying the stance of a woman the definition of nonchalant, Diana didn't hide the fact she scanned every ounce of Pyrena's frame as she spoke. In truth, Pyrena's roars, even had they been a touch louder, didn't distract the raven haired beauty in the slightest. This mysterious figure didn't know that, mind.

"Ain't a fucking contest either. Pipe down. No-one wants to hear your gagging..."

Admittedly, Pyrena herself could have handled things a lot more better than that. However, the raven haired woman certainly wasn't helping matters either. She could only sigh tiredly as the nonchalant Italian seems to exacerbate the situation more.

Her body turned fully to the mysterious woman, her body sheen of some sweat. Her hand on her hip, the other brushing her scarlet hair back. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was competing with someone else..." Sarcastically spoken, she would look around the room. Yup, nobody there. Taking a deep breath before continuing. "If my 'gagging'..." Raising two fingers up to gesture the sarcasm. "...is annoying you, then get some headphones or something. This is a gym, there would be noise.

Her index finger would rub on her forehead, trying to hold herself from being a complete bitch to this mysterious person. "Sorry. Not in the best of moods."

Welp. Diana did try. Atleast by her standards.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." Head to the bag, Diana practically wheezed annoyance. Her figure turning somewhat lazy, she wouldn't even look to the figure she did not know the name of, before she shot further words of spite.

"...Just be fucking decent, yeh?" Finally raising her head, Diana's body tensed up entirely, as she turned to face the figure fully. A modest mood had changed from such to an annoyed one, to a borderline raging one, in but a handful of sentences. Diana was a figure who enjoyed gym ettiquete. And to her, Pyrena was breaking what she would deem sacred.

"Inhale. Exhale. There's no need to wheeze like a pig being fucked."

Her eyes turning sharp as she spoke, even the Italian knew she may have just crossed a line. And she knew exactly what she'd have done, had the positions been reversed.

Even though Pyrena did admit that she was a bit harsh herself, Diana's choice of words weren't exactly helping matters whatsoever. In fact, probably have made things worse.

She looked up, her emerald eyes glaring at the Italian...wait, what was her name even? Anyways, she looked even more annoyed. Diana crossed a line that she shouldn't have crossed. Could have been diplomatic but no, just had to keep making things worse.

"Oh for Christ sake..." Annoyed because of Diana furthering exacerbating the situation. "The hell is your problem? I said I was sorry. Don't need to be a massive cunt about it." Now her body fully turning to the Italian, the mood probably matching her vivid red hair almost.

At this point, names, accolades, nor the fact that both women just by chance possessed figures of equal stature mattered not to either woman. Pure hate was firing out of either woman. Whether it was justified or not simply didn't matter anymore.

"Sorry sorta loses its flavour when you follow it up with spite. What, lose your fucking pacifier?" With ever sprout of anger bringing both figures closer and close, Diana's reared knuckles would raise just slightly. Her face containing a smile, serious, furious eyes, gazed on. Something about this figure had simply rattled her cage beyond all belief.

And right now, she simply wanted to smack the look off its face.

"Oh really? What do you call what you did then? And you say I lost my pacifier when you crossed the line first."

Her hands leaving her hips to slightly raise her hands above her waistline. "God, do you always have that massive chip on your shoulder?" Despite her attempts to calm things down, Pyrena wasn't going to back down and stand up for herself against the irate Italian. "Or has it been shoved up your ass?" Staring down intensely, her body tensing. If Diana was gonna go for a blow then she might as well be ready for it.

With things heating up past the point of words being enough, Diana would be the first to break down the barrier as it were of communication. By forcing her bare foot straight up, into the modestly bodied Pyrena's own torso!

Teeth baring as she did so, her fists to her side, cocked and ready, the Italian pushed through with force as that leg came up. She didn't intend to brutalise Pyrena, but simply commit to something of a push-kick of sorts with that extended leg. Almost as if to drop the girl to her rear. Almost as if...to warn her.

"You're lucky you're only getting this much..." She'd smugly mutter, regardless of whether the fact Pyrena stumbled back or straight down.

"Now. Walk. Last warning."