These were the sounds of heavy impact after heavy impact echoing across the mostly empty gymnasium as a result of a pair of fists and feet slamming repeatedly into a heavy bag with relentless speed and strength. The owner of said fists and feet being one Zira Caballero, training for her comeback to the LAW wrestling scene following her first ever defeat at the hands of Alaina Sanders-Haines. Naturally she was a bit beat up after the match and more than a bit upset, so she was all but forced to take a few months off to rest and repair herself. Now her in ring return was imminent and she was training like hell in order to prepare for it. That was why she was here pounding the heavy bag with everything she had, an intense expression burned into her visage as she did so, totally focused on her target to the point she nearly totally lost sight of the world around her. Spoiler
Cass tried, once. The punching bags were occupied and Cass had wanted to try it out, since she had just finished up her cardio. Somewhat sweaty, small beads of precipitation dripping down her forehead.
But.. there was a small issue.
The bag was occupied. And Zira didn’t seem to be listening.
“Helloooo..?”
Cass tried again. No response.
Normally, third time was the charm.
Unfortunately for Zira, Cass had little patience that day, still grouching about her loss to Hoshiko and her chipped tooth.. so she’d reach out and go.
“OI!!”
Flick.
Her finger flicked Zira’s boob mid punching, causing it to jiggle. Attention was most DEFINITELY caught after that. Cass just gave her a little bit of a smirk.
“Stop being a punching bag hog- you already have two on your chest, eh?”
Zira was still focused on her work out, to the point she had absolutely no idea of the world around her, or the person trying to get her attention as a result. At least not until she received some... physical stimulation in the form of a flick on her boob! "Hng!?" Zira grunted in surprise, turning on her heel swiftly and twisting her hips, bringing her fist around to one side, very nearly slamming a punch into the face of the lightweight that did the flicking!
Luckily however Zira realized the situation and stopped her fist just short of the girl's face, like an inch or so away in fact. "The hell you doing shrimp? I almost knocked you're lights out." Zira said, needing a moment to process everything including the girl' word to her a her eyes narrowed.
"Oye, at least I have a pair unlike you shrimp." Zira added, opening her fist and pressing her palm against Cass's face to push her away. "Now go do some training you can actually handle and leave the heavy bag for the heavy hitters." Zira said dismissively before turning, intent on continuing her work out.
“At least I have a sense of taste, cause you clearly can’t appreciate greatness when it’s right in front of you!”
Cass bit back, quite insulted. This had been the first time someone had poked fun at her boobs and she wasn’t insecure about it- but more like, she was unsure how to respond to that. She’d look at her chest, then grumble..
“Don’t call me a shrimp, you hag! You couldn’t knock anything’s lights out even if you had the switch right next to you!”
To her credit, Cass barely flinched from the punch- a little, but she didn’t do it as much as most would. When she felt the palm against her lips, Cass hmph’d, and then licked it.
“Bleh! Get that sweaty ass hand off my face.. oh hey, I know you.. aren’t you the hag that got her shit rocked the other day? Seeing you on the floor, twitching was pretty funny! Hmm, what was your name..?
Oh, I forgot. Guess losers names don’t stick around in my head!”
She grinned wildly.
Cass had NO idea who Zira was, but she did assume that she had to have lost at least once in her lifetime, right? So instigator that she was, she prodded Zira in what she assumed would be the weak spots.
And then she weaved under her arm, shoulder checking Zira to the side, facing the bag.
“Now if you’ll excuse me! I’ve got a match to prepare for, a mma one! I need this bag far more than you do..
Despite narrowly stopping herself from decking the younger girl in front of her full in the face Zira would lower her arm but otherwise didn't really acknowledge her much beyond that. Which naturally didn't sit well with her, not that Zira really cared. "Huh? All I see is a cocky brat who needs to learn some respect." Zira said off handedly, managing to let go of being called a hag and content with knocking back at the girl's blatant disrespect.
However.... Cass would then make a mistake after knocking her hand off her face and reminded Zira of her loss. Granted the girl was way off since she acted as if she lost just a few days ago and not two months ago when Zira had actually lost. But it was striking enough and enough of a sore spot that it made Zira freeze mid step, her eyes narrowing dangerously in the process.
Then Cass had the audacity to use this moment to shoulder check Zira from behind and force her a few steps out of the way, but this shock was just what Zira needed as she turned and immediately reached out, grabbing Cass by the hair. "Oi..." Zira whispered dangerously, giving a hard tug on the girl's hair to pull her away and hopefully knock her on her ass.
As she did so Zira would step towards the heavy bag and turn sharply, raising her leg up as she did so to deliver a powerful spinning back kick to it.... So hard that the bag jutted up and came loose off the hook holding it up and falling down to the floor with a loud thud as a result. Lowering her leg down Zira would turn a focused, intense glare down on Cassandra.
"What a shame seems the heavy bag will be out of commission till someone can get it back up..." Zira said in a faux apologetic tone before bringing her fist into a open palm as a savage grin stretched across her face.
"But mma you say? Lucky for you I know a thing or two... So how about a spar shrimp?" Zira asked with a fierce, near bloodthirsty tone that promised ridicule if Cass backed out... but just in case. "Unless of course... you're scared." Zira added after with a deliberate mocking tone.
As Cass shoved Zira out of the way, she aimed a punch at the bag. But it never landed as a hand gripped her hair, shoving her back- Cass winced. She just had her hair done, and for someone as broke as she was, it was a pretty expensive treatment. It only caused her eyes to flutter with flames, staggering back at Zira dropped her on her bum. She’d lightly rub her hip bone, then.. hear a thud.
Zira had kicked the bag off the hook. Her eyes widened- cause holy shit, that was the work of a freak of nature. She sure as hell couldn’t do that, but as Cass looked at the bag thudding into the ground, all she heard was a taunt. She had successfully provoked the beefcake that outweighed, outskilled, and outmuscled her into a fight.
And she was taunting her too. Immediately, Cass flipped herself upwards, going from a sitting to a standing position in seconds. She reached up on her tippy toes, gripping Zira’s hair and yanking her down, face to face, hissing right into it, eyes sparking with what seemed like miniature explosions. For a brat, Cass really had insanely pretty irises. ”Just.. who the hell, do you think I am?”
Cass shoved Zira, nodding her chin towards the ring. Not breaking eye contact, she squatted, picked her new gloves up and slid them over her palms, clenching her fist tightly. She had a butterfly insignia on them, and suddenly- she sported a cheerful smile, showing them off to Zira- and then lightly tapping her throat.
“Like em? I designed them myself.. but the only thing that’s fitting is a splash of some red! Care to provide that, lady?
Although.. you may get choked out too early for that. Don’t disappoint me!”
She snickered, walked over to the ring and slid on top of it- outside the ropes. She’d lower them, and take a low, sweeping bow, offering the path open for Zira to enter- her mind racing with ways to take down a giant such as her opponent..
Zira had made her challenge to the cocky brat that interrupted her training and to her credit the aforementioned brat didn't back down when presented with the very disadvantageous spar. In fact she seemed to be doubling down, reaching up on her very tip toes and grabbing Zira by the hair to force her down, but Zira didn't flinch or wince at all, just meeting Cass's gaze with a stoic expression of her own.
"A brat who's in over her head." Zira shot back to the girl even as she was pushed back, watching as Cass bent down to pick up a pair of gloves which were apparently personally monogrammed. "Cute." Zira replied to Cass's explanation and taunt about getting her blood on them.
"But it takes more than gloves to fight idiot." Zira shot back as she made her way to the practice ring, only for Cass to cut her off and hold the ropes open, stating that losers go in first.
"You just don't know when to stop eh?" Zira asked rhetorically, grabbing the top rope and vaulting over the ropes all together and into the ring, entering without going in the way Cass tried to guide her in. A little metaphorical f u to the brat as Zira pounded her fists and waited for Cass to enter the ring and start this.
She’d give her a small smile, even though after hearing Zira’s words her blood was starting to boil. Oh she was asking for it- and Cass was gonna give it to her.
“Yeah it does- it takes these!”
At the these, Cass ripped off her grey sweatshirt, revealing her pristine abs, and lightly swayed her hips in a belly dancer esqe motion to show them off as Zira bounded into the ring. She asked her a rhetorical question, but Cassie had no intent on not answering her- sounding out a resounding
“Nope! But that’s what she said- she being you in a couple minutes when I pound your face in!”
She’d hear the clap of fist on fist, and Cassie grinned toothily. It was game time. Erupting into a burst of speed, she didn’t miss a single beat. Zira was taller, so Cass wanted to get way in range- too close for those lanky limbs to be effective, ducking into a sliding tackle. An arm wrapped around Zira’s waist and Cass aimed a shot directly at the liver of the mma milf!
Remaining quiet as Cass stepped into the ring and removed her jacket Zira would look the girl over head to toe very quickly but inquisitively, admittedly a little impressed by the girl's physique, not that Zira showed it at all. "Not bad abs for a shrimp." Zira stated mundanely with her nose in the air in a manner that was set to further tease and prod Cassandra.
"We'll see about that!" Zira said in response to Cass's last statement before the girl shot forward full speed towards her! Hands rising up and spreading her feet out Zira would let Cass crash into her, keeping her balance while taking the liver shot from Cass with gritted teeth, an arm moving to wrap around the girl's head while her knee shot up to drive into her stomach! If successful with that then Zira would try and further press things by raising her free arm up and bringing her elbow down hard onto Cass's back as well!
Cass was a little peeved at the shrimp comment, but she could take as much as she dished out. Her frame collided into Zira’s, and Cass stood her ground, as an arm wrapped around her head, burying her face against Zira’s waist. She’d consider teasingly licking it but..
She gasped, as a knee punctured into her stomach, causing her to moan from the strike. Her legs quivered, and the blow struck into her back, pain rupturing through her entire body.
“D-did you do something? I didn’t feel a thing!”
She jeered, railing her knuckles back for ANOTHER liver shot to Zira’s body, before taking advantage of the proximity to grab her by her leg, lift it and shove mercilessly, aiming to get Zira on the ground.. straddle her.. and SMASH her fist into her face over and over, in a brutal ground pound!
