Amita Kaur/Layla Vale: Not a Gentle Workout!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Amita was quietly impressed by the other woman's stamina and resolve as they struggled to break the deadlock. She only wished she could find a way to go on the attack, but Layla was slowly cutting down her room to manoeuvre; and the blonde finally managed to snap a submission hold on, laying across the Amita's back and locking her arms around her head before pulling back and stretching her opponent. "Ahhhhhhh!!....shiit!!" It was a classic STF and, struggle as she might, Amita found she could barely relieve the intolerable strain on her back, neck, and trapped leg let alone escape. After holding out for several more seconds the Sikh wrestler slapped her hand on the mat. "I give!" Amita gasped, hoping that Layla would release the punishing hold pretty damned quick.

[Geckosun]

Pulling on the hold as hard as she could she felt her hands wrap around the girls face and trying to keep her trapped in. Amita's screams were pretty delightful and Layla was thankful she couldn't see the grin on her face, that would likely raise some questions about her motives, nevertheless she kept it locked on and locked on tight waiting for that sweet little submission that eventually came.

Even so Layla hesitated for a second after she'd given up before letting go, even torking on it for a few measly extra seconds before she stopped and pulled away gasping. "Oh im so sorry? I tend to get in the heat of the action and drone out voices when i compete i hadn't realized you'd tapped already! Im so..so sorry!" Putting on a concerned face as she looked at Amita and checking to make sure she was okay.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Although Amita had cricked her neck painfully in the hold she didn't let on as the other woman suddenly started acting all concerned about how she was.
"I'm okay, really. It doesn't matter, " Amita lied. "After all, we agreed not to hold back, didn't we?" But unnoticed by her opponent, the tanned British wrestler's eyes had narrowed slightly. Although Amita was relatively guileless by LAW standards, there was something about Layla Vale that simply didn't add up. Blonde, blue-eyed, Canadian, nice-as-pie to your face. Definitely not your average heel material, so why did she deliberately linger before releasing the hold on Amita's submission, and then try to cover it with some lame excuse about needing a hearing aid?!

"Okay," the Sikh wrestler sat up and massaged her injured neck. "Wanna go double or quits here, or wait for an available slot to come up in the Wrestling ring?"

[Geckosun]

Layla looked at the girl seeing if she was being observed or evaluated. Amita seemed to be a bit more suspicious of her now then she did before but thankfully wasnt showing any signs that she had caught on and instead asked if she wanted to continue. "Hmm..well that depends if you want to go again. I still need to work out regardless but you've been doing some stuff before hand so i wouldn't want to overwork you as is." The blonde said with a cute smile.

Rubbing the back of her head as she thought about what to say or act to try and remove suspicions as she looked at the girl. Either way she had proved her point and beaten this girl at her best so she could walk away content with her 'victory' or get even more, it was a win win in her mind.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

As they sat there, still deciding what to do next, Amita thought she detected something in Layla's smile that hadn't been evident before. On the surface, it still looked cute and innocent, but Amita noticed that somehow the eyes weren't quite in synch with the overall picture any more. "You know what," the British girl said decisively while getting to her feet, "I think I just might leave it at that for today. I had a pretty good workout already, and was really here more to make good friends." And, as she turned to pick up her stuff, Amita added something for good measure: "I look forward to getting even next time we meet, Layla Vale."

[Geckosun]

Amita seemed pretty worn out so it didnt come as a surprise she wanted to call it quits. "Oh alright. Maybe some other time then, and make good friends...hope i made an impression." She winked before watching her turn her back moving ins he would wrap her arms around Amita and give her a hug. Not even an aggressive one, she felt shed already pushed her luck with this chick.

Holding her tight like she was already a close friend Layla giggled as she rubbed against the girl. "Don't work yourself too hard there, would hate for you to get hurt before you get your debut match." Finally letting go she would likewise leave the ring. "See you around Amita, don't be a stranger."

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Whatever the other girl's motives, Amita found that she appreciated the hug more than she could say, and she softened a little towards the blonde again as they parted ways. "I won't be a stranger, you can count on that."