It had been a rough wake up when Gabriella had found herself in the ambulance, her match with Kyoko having pushed her to her very limit and beyond, in terms of fatigue and damage. She was lucky there was no long term pain, but her skull and her belly was the two parts that had felt things the most. Her lovely abs were still bruised, they practically had a sickly purple color to them from the bruising and marks that had been left by Kyoko's strong fists. The only solace in her state that she took was that in Kyoko's own territory she was able to stand toe to toe with the woman and take her down. The annoying part was though that Kyoko had managed to take her down as well, ending their fierce match in a draw.
That was the most frustrating part, as it meant that Gabriella didn't get to pry off Kyoko's vain and silly title from her. Who the fuck came up with the rule that during a draw the champion retains a belt? Even if it was a fake champion and championship that was still a fucking stupid rule. Split the title in half or something. That's what King Solomon suggested when it came to a child, as it should be for all things...except that which is alive of course. A title can easily be split.
It had been quite a few days since her match with Kyoko and she was recovering, her chest was still hurting a bit and her legs as well but it wasn't to the point where it was debilitating. She had found that sitting down was difficult and standing up as well because of the pain in her abs. Even after a few days. Normally on such a warm summer day as today, Kyoko would be bare midriff, but she had found herself unwilling to walk around and show the scars of battle...resorting to a shirt to cover her entire front, except a bit of cleavage of course. The rest was pretty standard attire for her during the summer, short skit, stockings, etc.
Finding her way into a nearby park as Gabriella found that she needed to clear her head, it wasn't long before she saw purple hair in the corner of her eye, fluttering in the summer breeze. Gabriella's attention turned towards the woman as she saw that belt slung over her shoulders. Meeting her gaze, the lovely Mexican beauty would march over towards Kyoko, stopping just and inch away from having their generous busts push up against one another.
" If it isn't Koko." Gabriella spoke out as she would look over at the belt,
" Proudly strutting about with a belt she shouldn't have anymore." Gabriella said with a bit of disdain over the fact, though she did have a begrudging respect towards Kyoko now, she wasn't about to sugar coat her words.
