In The Gym (For Haruka)

The mighty Amazon known as Tyris Flare was annoyed.

She had only had two, TWO matches since she came to this federation, and she had lost one of them. She could hardly believe it.

She sat upon a bench in the gym area of the arena, slowly lifting a large dumbell up, then back down. If she wasn't going to get a match, she would at least grow stronger, strong enough to take down anyone that got in her way. She would definately NOT be losing against like that, not here, not ever.

In the background, Haruka was working on a sand bag, delivering a series of punches at it followed by an occasional muay thai kick with her powerful, bronze legs. She was hitting it pretty hard and making some good cracking noises.

Her track record in the federation had been okay so far. She ahd even been able to defeat some male opponents proving she a strong woman who belonged in the male world of wrestling.

Tyris had noticed Haruka, it was hard not to with the loud noises she was making. She watched her carefully as she worked the sand bag, a grin coming over her face. The woman looked strong, she had to admit, but Tyris knew she was stronger. She grinned a bit more, looking a bit fiendish, as thoughts of tearing this woman apart started to come into her mind. Tyris had no doubt that the stranger was confident in herself, and the amazon loved nothing more than breaking people like that down to nothing.

Haruka did not notice her at first, absorbed in her exercise like it was a ritual. The mat she stood on was already damp with sweat and she almsot seemed to be in a zone.

After what seemed like an eternity of watching Haruka, Tyris would set down her dumbells and stand, sweat glistening over her own muscular body as well. She silently moved over to Haruka's corner of the gym, heading to an adjacent sandbag, and with one final look at Haruka, she would start to throw a few hard punches at it. Though slow at first, she would eventually begin throwing stronger and stronger blows at it, even starting to puncuate each hit with a feral cry, coming up close to it to to work it with a few hard knee strikes as well.

Haruka eventually paused to catch her breath. Then she looked over at Tyris a bit and grinned in interest. Of course Haruka was a lesbian and she thought Tyris wasn't a bad looking specimen. Then again she preferred women with finer features like Michiru.

Finally, Tyris thought to herself as Haruka looked her way. She smirked a bit, and went back to punching the bag, working it over a bit more before suddenly spinning towards the senshi, giving a loud yell and charging her way, giving Haruka's sandbag a big, powerful straight punch.

"Looking at something, woman?" She would ask, a hint of a snarl in her voice.

Haruka sneered at this woman's attitude and decided to put ehr in her place. She would scratch her head as if perplexed by soemthing.

"Just trying to remember where I saw you before? Oh yea! You were the one being beaten up by that little red head girl and the karate kicking shrimp."

Tyris narrowed her eyes, angry that Haruka had seen that match.

"I beat the redhead, and the shrimp only got lucky. I assure you, no one else in this damn federation will come anywhere close to winning like that against me."

Haruka laughed, hands on hips.

"Wow. You cry real well. I am impressed."