Sophia Has a Taste for Gold.

Sophia was feeling pretty glum after losing her Money In The Bank match. It was her first shot at glory and she had been cheated out of her victory! Of course,  in her eyes, anyone better than her was a cheater. 

The only thing that could erase this failure from her memory was a brisk workout. Nothing too practical... Just exercises that enhanced her sex appeal. First, an hour of toning her already tight ass on the Stairmaster. Second, pushups to maker her breasts premier. Finally, it was time to carbo-load with one insanely large protein shake. "Those dumbass fans might start cheering me again if I thicken up..." She hoped desperately.

After rummaging around her locker for a towel the Sea Striker noticed some girl standing close by. There wasn't very much remarkable about her. Sure she was cute, sure she had glasses that made her look like a sexy librarian. Sophia didn't care much about all that. Her eyes were locked on the radiant belt that hung snugly from this girl's waist. The ambitious girl's eyes practically glowed with envy.
"Look at that elegant piece of art! The pink leather... The gold plates... And... Is that girls fucking name etched into the side plates!? That should be my name!"

For now, the blonde bombshell would play it cool. After plopping down on a bench she would clear her throat. "Hey there...  That's a pretty little trinket you got there... You find it neck-deep in a dump four eyes?"

Claire didn't typically lug the kawaii title belt around, but as part of a new promotion of the kawaii division she had been asked to bring it in for a photoshoot, and had spent the last hour or so working out in the ring, striking poses and going through some of her typical warmup routines to show off the way the belt looked in action. It was pretty girly, as far as title belts went: pink was at a maximum, the gold plates were gently rounded and tinted a very obvious rosy hue, and there was even a pattern of stripes along the top and bottom of the belt in white that suggested frilly lace. The names of the belt's title holders were engraved on it, a new touch, with Claire's name the most prominent as the current holder.

It all made sense, seeing as how it was the kawaii belt. Most of Claire's competitors were schoolgirls and brats, and, of course, they were all positively tiny in stature. Claire was actually one of the bigger kawaii girls out there, at least in terms of height. It was only by an inch or two usually, of course. Like with the blonde who was currently eyeing her from the other end of the locker room, as Claire wiped down with a towel and drank from a big bottle of water.

Plenty of girls mentioned the belt when Claire had it with her, but few were so directly...well, nasty about it. Claire could only assume the blonde had some sort of gimmick she was trying to live up to. The dark-haired schoolgirl sighed and turned to the blonde. "You are kidding, aren't you?" she pressed taking a step forward, the main rose gold plate of the belt catching the light. "At your size, I'm certain you'd recognize this belt..."

Sophia smiled warmly. "Aww shucks that sure is sweet of you!" She declared in a southern drawl she sometimes liked to use. "Yes, I am a beautiful thin cutie and therefore am a perfect fit for that belt..."
Sophia puncuated her remark by slapping her plump belly.

"But you... You're getting old and fugly... How about you hand that belt off to someone who deserves it... Or... We can have ourselves a title match..." The devious girls warm smile turned into a quivering snarl.

Well, this was going to be about as much fun as a root canal. Was it really that hard for girls to act like actual human beings, rather than like ridiculous caricatures? Claire had always felt that she had been able to be pretty real with all the girls she met, allies and opponents, but far too often she found that they were unable to extend the same courtesy towards her. This blonde was just the latest example in a long, long line of such foes.

She wasn't as devious as she thought she was, because Claire was under no obligation to include this girl in any title belt plans. "I've been scouting out worthy competitors. I don't know whether or not your name was on that list..." She spread her arms. "There's generally a process of working your way up through the ranks to get to this belt. And even if the matches are usually silly and sometimes stupid...they can still get very rough."

Sophia dismissed Claire with a quick wag of her finger. "Nuh uh Honey! I've already worked myself up the ranks! I've won three matches and even competed for the money in the bank contract... That didn't quite pan out... But still I've earned at least a #1 contenders match or something..."

Not having completely irritated Claire yet Sophia tried to pull on the kind girls heartstrings. After plopping onto her knees the slippery snake laced her fingers together, practically groveling for a shot. " P- p- Please!? " she whimpered.

The blonde girl wagged her finger at Claire, as if she thought she could be a teacher to Claire's student. Now that was a laugh, knowing what the likely limits of this girl's education had been, especially when compared to Claire's notable collection of diplomas. She had tried to let the bitchy interloper down easy, but now she started listing her accomplishments, and even got down on her knees and started groveling, looking for all the world like the most pathetic little petitioner on the planet.

To be honest, three wins and a shot in a major event were pretty good credentials. If the girl had approached Claire without malice, the black-haired kawaii champion might have been itching for a chance to test her newer counterpart's mettle. Claire crossed her arms over her modest chest and raised an eyebrow at the kneeling kawaii. "Uh huh...you know, even if I wanted to accept your challenge, you haven't bothered introducing yourself yet, so it would be impossible for me to fill out the title match paperwork as we currently stand. I have no way to know the quality of your 'wins'..."

Maybe the blonde would start acting normal. And maybe the girl's panties would magically fly her across the locker room and give her a hanging wedgie on the shower head.

It seemed Claire was beginning to succumb to Sophia's sassy ramblings. If all she wanted was a proper introduction the salty girl was happy to oblige. 

She would stop wagging her finger and instead rest both her hands on her plump lovehandles. Then after a deep breath she would lay out her whole life story. 

"Well... My name is Sophia Salt... Umm... I was born in South Carolina to very wealthy parents... Being rich is nice as hell but... It's so gosh darn stifling! So I said screw it and ran off to join the Navy! That was a huge mistake... I'm a girl who doesn't like being told what to do. .. So after about a year I was dishonorable discharged... 
Anyways now I'm hear and I want your belt... Can I have a match please!?"

Rambling for so long left the overactive girl breathless and red faced.

Claire had no idea if this was all still just an act, or if the girl had actually learned something after Claire's initial reluctance to entertain her demands. Claire was always annoyed by the kinds of girls who wrapped up their true intentions, good or bad, behind layers of acting and faking. Still, as champion, she needed challengers, and the least she could do was offer this girl, who had more experience under her belt than most kawaiis, a test to see if she was worthy.

"Okay, okay, here's what we're going to do," Claire began, pursing her lips, crossing her arms in front of her modest chest as she looked down at her groveling opponent. "I'm not going to give you a title match right from the jump. But I'm willing to see what you can do. So, if you want to have a non-title match, then maybe you can impress me enough to sway me on wagering the belt the next time we meet..."

Sophia's spirits soared upon hearing Claire's small offer. The arrogant girl was certain she could wipe the floor with Claire and slide into her championship reign with ease. 

After jumping up to her feet Sophia would give her petite new friend a bear hug. "Thanks so much you beautiful generous girl! Dm me later when you have a time and place... " after dropping a small kiss on Claire's cheek and slipping a note with her cell # into the Champs shorts. Sophia would then skip away, whistling without a care in the world.

Claire didn't exactly know what to say as the bitchy, arrogant girl continued to go in bizarre directions, giving her a big hug and thanking her profusely, then...tugging on Claire's shorts and sticking something in there, something which Claire, once the weird girl had left and she managed to fish it out from beneath the waistband of her panties, discovered was a note with the girl's phone number on it. Did she...just carry these things around?

Claire huffed, feeling even more exhausted by that interaction than she had from working out earlier. "Weird." And, with that, Claire would head back to her locker, fish her phone out of her bag, and start to enter her new contact info...