A martial artist vs a firece grappler (For Iffy)

Courtney was at the Friction gym, and istead of lifting weights as she usually did, the tall southern grappler was running on a treadmill. Her mp3 played rock songs in her ears as sweat dripped from her forehead, her breathing was labored. After about fifteen mintues, she turned off the treadmill and went over to a bench, sitting down she turned off her mp3 and wiped the sweat from her chest. She was wearing a blue sports bra and baggy black basketball shorts, with a blue stripe going down the sides. She was barefoot, but her feet where wrapped, as well as her wrists. She looked around the gym, and watched some other girls hit punching bags, but sighed in uninterest."Newbies are killing this place...", she muttered, sitting back down she rested, hoping some worthy girl might ask her for a match. She was in the open, and anyone could tell she was the type of girl wanting a good fight.

Location: Arika's Room

A white, collared t-shirt and a pair of blue, thigh-high workout shorts, which were a size too small for her broad hips, stretched over her young, lithe body. They were the very clothes she had slept in the night before, and she never bothered changing out of them after she woke up in her lonely, dead, cold space in her room, shared only with a large, hairy skinky-fuck by the name of Joe Moe.

But good thing he was still sleeping, eh?

Her small, dainty feet slipped in her pair of open thong sandals and she quietly headed out through her door, but not before reaching out for her headband, resting over the knob.

Location: The Gym(Minutes later)

The musky air was thick and heavy. Rippling muscle and sounds of iron clashing with iron can be heard throughout the gym. Compared to all of the other amazons in here, she was definatly the shortest. Yet, what she may lack in height, one may never know what this girl might possess in conpensation.

The girl stood in the very center of the gym, exchanging short glances with all of the built women there. She may look like easy pickings for anyone willing to step to her. She may have been just in time to break a sweat, here, yet her belly seemed to have other plans...

*Grumble*grumble*

"Boy, what's a girl gotta do to get a hotdog around here?"

Courtney spotted a lithe, short girl come into the gym. She sniffed and sat up, resting her forearms on her knees and watching her. She noticed that she didnt seem scared around women so much bigger then her, maybe even stronger. Courtney definately not the type to judge someone on their looks. She smiled at her hotdog comment, reached into her bag, and pulled out a bag of Lay's potato chips she brought for something to eat after she was done working out. She called out to her, loud enough to get her attention,"I dunno about hotdogs, but I got some chips!", she said, holding up the bag with a warm smile.

"Chips?"

The bottom pit of her stomache roared and churned just as the girl was able to slur out the word. She will turn in Courtney's direction and maintain eye contact.

"Is it the fatty kind? I looooooove the fatty kind!"

If the small girl had a tough demeanor that showed on the outside, whatever that was left of it was now completely gone, and was now replaced by a sparkly eyed, hungry mess just eager for a bite of what Courtney had to offer. C'mon, she is hungry, you know! She doesnt want to, like...you know....STARVE!
She wanted a bite so bad, but she wont let her extreme hunger get in the way of her conduct. Knowing this, the little girl bowed, cleared her throat and politely asked...

"MayIpleasehavesumofyourchipsohpleaseohpleaseImsohungry!"

Seriously...must she beg right here in this very gym?

Courtney laughed, but as she laughed at her behavior, an idea struck her."Sure girlfriend, but I'll trade you this snack for a match", she said, smiling.

Match? You mean fighting n' stuff? Oh yeah, sure! A match! Yep, she could do that! The little girl gave one more firendly smile before assuming a stance with spread feet, the expression on her face beckoning anyone to take her seriously. Besides, she had to do her best if she wanted to eat, right?
Just look at that bag of poatao chips...so full.....so tasty....mmmmmm.....so hungry! " title="Mad" /> By the passing second, those chips were looking more like golden plates of goodness in her eyes. Arika had to be strong, but it was hard to focus when you're salivating over yourself.

"B-by the way...My n-bame's Arik-ka...."

She managed to say somewhat cooly despite her dire circumstances. High tension stood in the air as the gym fell silent. Most of the other men and women had stopped working out and are now watching the potential fight between the two women.
Suddenly, a low growl was heard....then a slight blush on the Arika's cheeks. Sounds like she was hungrier than she had thought. " title="Embarrassed" />

Courtney rasied an eyebrow."Nice to meet ya Arika, pretty name! But before we start", she said, nocting how hungry Arika really was,"Why don't you eat first, your stomach will thank you!", she said, smiling, tossing the girl the bag of chips. She noticed all the commotion had died down, and almost everyone was staring at Arika and herself."What da hell yall lookin at?", she said, casting narrowed-eyed glances at people.

Damn, this gurl was fierce! Everyone in the ring who stopped to stare can only gawk in astonishment, now. Guess they dont call Courtney the "Fierce Grappler for nothing!

"What are we lookin at?"

One of the warriors in the gym repeated. Though his voice was heard, he was well hidden behind everyone else as he spoke. Like a real Grade-A Pussy.

"Yo fat ass is wut we lookin at, heheheh..."

Chuckled a du-rag wearing fighter who stood there with his arms crossed, thinking he's all bad-ass even though he's the one wearing a tight, toob-top with the words "Rainbow Girl" across the chest. Some people in the audience thought the joke was funny. Most of them, however, were smarter than that, and wouldn't dare laugh. As for Arika, she thought it was a great time to take it on herself to defend the bigger woman.

"Hey!"

The small little rascal shouted.

"Leave her alone! She doesn't have a big ass, you jerk! YOU'RE the one with the big ass!"

....yes, that was best little Arika could come up with.

Courtney smirked when the guy called her fat, standing up and going over and placing a hand on Arika's shoulder."I got this", she said, suprizingly calm, looking over at the dude who said the comment."Honey, you know all I got right here aint no fat", she said, placing her hand on her hip."This is pure lusiciousness right here, darlin, and you wish you could have a girl like me", she said, waiting for him to come back with something."Anyone else want to say something, because I'd be glad to kick all yall's sorry asses", she added, her eyes flashing.

Silence. Complete silence. Courtney's display of "tough-girl with an attitude" made everyone seem to back off a bit. Arika couldn't help but feel awe at the woman's display of courage, and even more so, feel a little something "different" when she watches her put a hand on her hip.

"Her hips [size=150:bgxy5ol1]are a little bigger than mines...."

Arika quietly observed while everyone else stood back, not daring to push another button on Courtney's temper scale. Arika should feel happy that they had learned thier lesson, but for some reason, she didn't say another word. She only stood next to Courtney, eyeing everyone esle while taking occasional glances at the bigger woman's hips.

"...........shit, well fine then....[size=85:bgxy5ol1]bitch"

The du-rag wearing, loud mouth cussed, gave up and went about his business, as so did everyone else.