Rias vs Kelly, an innovative training match.

Rias didn't exactly feel most at home near the ring or anything, the crowd there often made for a stuffy environment, it was one of the reasons why she often came to the gym.

The setting was nice and peaceful, one where she could train in peace, but today however, there was a bonus. The sparing ring was empty.

"Damn, I'm in luck, I really hate having to compete with the other wrestlers just for the ring."

She muttered to herself as she slipped into the ring. She didn't have any opponents to fight with a pity, but she nevertheless booked it first in case someone came by later on with a partner, and than she wouldn't have a chance to fight.

"Come on..." She pouted in annoyance. She was going to ask the first person who walked in after her for a fight. Her instructor said that she was still weak in various departments, and so she came here to train. Following her advice, she was going to try and fight under a different set of rules, but first she needed an opponent.

One night in Chyna. I crack myself up.
even the slown mind of Kelly, or better Laila LaFleur, caught the concept of this little movie and had a hearthy laugh about it when she rented it and saw it the day before she strolled to the gym. She had only a vague idea what a gym was, her lessons in wrestling had mostly taken place in bedrooms and on mats in a rented house, not exactly a building where you only trained and did nothing else. And when you got stuck long enough in a crucifix or a lotus hold while getting your body explored over and over again, you simply learned by experience after a certain time. Even Kelly.

But today she was there and looked wide eyed at all the machines, trainers and other stuff which was to find here.
"Whoa, nice!"
she spoke out joyfully and clapped her hands, curiously looking at this, sniffing at that, asking a stupid question about that and just simply wasted everyone's time. Until she reached the ring Rias was in. Who seemed to do nothing, so the Canadian looked wide eyed and with anticipation at the girl.
"Uhm...hello there?"

"Hi!" She waved at her. "I'm a new comer here, and I was wondering if you would like a friendly match? Please say yes. I mean I haven't had the chance to fight even once yet."

She pleaded with her as she sudenly spun around as she continued to step back to the center of the ring. She was already excited about this, almost as if she knows that Kelly will probably just accept it.

"Although that said, to make things a bit more fun. Why not we do a new type of fight like never before? I assure you if you accept the challenge, you won't be sorry."

She blew her a raspberry as she finished speaking.

"A match? In a ring? Where are the mats, the apartment or the bed?"
a casual observer could guess that Kelly was making fun of Rias, but that wasn't the case as her face showed clearly her cluelessness. She scratched her head to comprehend what this was all about, but her curiosity plus the attitude of Rias had already easily won against the little stubble at the end of her backbone as the girl mentioned that she would not regret it and she already found herself rolling in the ring under the rope.

"Ok then. If you say it's fun and I won't regret it...I'm game, you little rascal."
Kelly was definitely still hungry for sensation after leaving her bore-ass hometown. A little shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she stripped down to her ring attire which easily doubled as underwear, a rosà colored tank top with matching pants that could also have been a large girdle and her roman fashioned sandals. An excited smile had shown on her face.
"So tell me your match rules."

Inwardly Rias barely managed to supress a smile as her opponent accepted the match.

"Well it's quite simple actually, and in fact, I've never done it before either way." She shrugged as she took out a marker and drew on a circle about two and a half meters wide.

"Actually, it's just that my instructor told me that I needed to work on my hand to hand skills, since she said I was hopeless in submissions, so I thought up a different way to fight."

She shrugged as she tossed the marker away and stepped into the circle. "Basically, it's just a simple fight, but with different rules. The two of us basically stand in this circle and fight. We can use anything, punches, kicks, knee strikes or even submissions. If you want, you can even use sexual attacks. Just so long as we don't fall out of the circle. The match is over is when one of us is knock out, or the other opponent steps out five times, or when one submits verbally."

It was a very different role, but her instructor did say that learning to fight in tight narrow areas will teach her to use minimal movements. She didn't know if it was true, but she thought she might as well give it a try.

That really sounded like fun, so Kelly looked forward having fun too which clearly showed on her face. It looked like those chalk games she used to do as a kid.
"You suck at submissions? I find that hard to believe. Who wouldn't want to gladly submit to someone like you?"
Kelly was already in her own small world and tried to instinctively work her opponent up a little bit with some Flattery.

Kelly had no real grasp of fighting hard. Sure, she had been in some minor fights with lumberjacks or their children, but that was more socially related than done with the intend to really hurt someone. And apartment wrestling , like sex wrestling, was just rolling, pinning, body pressing, following directions from the photographer. Maybe she could fall back on some catfight experience.
"I see."
her first real fight seemed to be a lot of fun the way her opponent told her how it was done. She stepped eagerly in the smaller ring.
"Oh, by the way, my showbiz Name is Laila LaFleur. But considering you want to actually fight with me, you can call me Kelly if you like."
which was as good as a slap to the face of Kelly if someone said it on purpose without her allowance.

She was really happy when she heard Kelly accept the match up. "Yeah, that's true. I only know one or two regretfully." She admitted to her. Flattery wasn't working on her because as an Idol, she had to get use to it.

Rias had no gasp on real fighting before, she hadn't even got into a real scrap orr brawl before, and so now was the best time least she gets embarassed in the ring.

"And well, you can call me Ria than." She said to her as she raised herself in a fist fighting stance.

"And here we go!" She would suddenly declare as she threw a punch towards Kelly's stomach before she knew it. It might have been dirty, but still she was willing to fight like that a bit since she was still new to fighting.

"Uhhh!"
poor Kelly was totally unprepared for the sudden hit in the stomach and collapsed like a house of cards, sinking to her knees with a consternated look in her eyes while grabbing the arm of the fist which had hit her, trying to keep her breakfast in while a bunch of little stars seems to flare in the sides of her eyes.
"N..not f...funny!"
she stuttered while holding Ria tight to avoid totally falling on the ground.
"...Mean..."

"Sorry..." Ria blew her a raspberry as she followed up by grabbing her by her hair. "Don't think bad of me, but this is still a fight after all." She said as she than started to send several knee strikes into her stomach. Knowing from her expression that her sneark attack really hurt her stomach. Perhaps she could take advantage of that to wear her down first.

...Must focus...
it was rather hard to focus at the moment, but this Ria chick seemed to be serious to really hurt her badly, so what to do? Either curling into a small ball and wait until the ordeal stops, or doing something more lumberjacker-isch and make Ria pay for that stunt.

The decision was taken from her as she was pulled up by the hair.
"Auii!"
her extensions were no help at all by this, quite the contrary as she could be pulled from a greater distance. She let go of the arm and instead of getting herself demolished by the knee of her talkative opponent tried to punch the side of the knee of Ria used to keep standing to make her fall to the butt or the knees. If that happened she would pepper her with the best angry slap to the face she could muster at the moment, hopping the stars in the corner of her eyes would continue to decline in number.