Rock'n'Rookie : A Competitive Meeting

[Bearhug Goddess]

Despite the disappointment that was Britanny's promo, there was still excellent news. Her sister, Cléophée, had finally managed to pass the LAW tests and join the lightweight division! It was news that needed to be celebrated, in her own way obviously, and by that she meant training between sisters in the gym. The ojou with white and blue hair attracted attention, due to her presence but also her career as a wrestler. Many people obviously tried not to disturb her and left the field free at the gym at the two Ysé.

Britanny

Cléophée

The little sister, Cléophée, also attracted attention. She still hadn't had her first match but seemed just as strong and impressive as her big sister, although she was much smaller and lighter. The two sisters wore their ring outfits and chatted about everything and nothing while doing different exercises. Push-ups, squats, press-ups and sit-ups, the two sisters had fun doing the longest series to have a little challenge, although Britanny only lost for the squats. After a few minutes of break, the ojou rushed onto a Bench Press, loading two large 100lb weights on each side for a total of 200lbs. She looked proudly at her little sister who looked at her with a rather embarrassed smile.

“Ready to lift this?~”

"Not a chance... It's much too heavy for me..."

The ojou puffed out her cheeks slightly, taking on a rather sulky look.

“You’ve been saying that for several years, Cléo!”

"I'm not sure you can lift almost double your body weight, Brit."

“Hmph!”

While the older one puffed out her cheeks and pouted harder and harder like a child, the younger one walked towards the weights to remove them and change the weights with an amused look.

"But I have still improved since the last time! I would say that my limit is now... Around 170lbs?..."

She kept her smile as she put 150lbs on the bar before patting Britanny on the shoulder.

"Now that you're here, maybe I can break through this limit and become stronger, right?"

Britanny stopped her sulking look and stroked her little sister's head in a nod before getting into position to support her sister in this exercise. Cléophée had managed to do the first 10 repetitions without too much problem but was starting to have difficulty with the other 5. She then stopped at 15 repetitions and stood up from the bench panting slightly, rushing to her water bottle to regain her strength. Many people had seen Cléophée lift her weights and many were left speechless, not many lightweights were capable of lifting almost the weight of a heavyweight. Little Ysé noticed all the looks around her and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"That's... Impressive for a lightweight?.."

Britanny was already replacing the weights, making the bar heavier for her by putting 300lbs and settling herself on the bench before responding to her little sister.

"I don't know.."

She then began her series, alone. She didn't need anyone to support her and Cleophe knew that doing so would only annoy Britanny because it would hurt her ego. Britanny even allowed herself to talk during her respites.

"I don't think many lightweights are capable of doing that... It can probably be counted on the fingers of two hands ?..."

Cléophée was thoughtful, she had to improve as quickly as possible if she wanted to become the strongest lightweight... At the same time, Britanny finished her series by doing 20 repetitions, remaining sitting on the bar to hydrate before starting a new series and letting her sister rest a little more.

[GolemGuardian]

Whilst the Yses had their own work out and bonding going on, another set of sisters had also come into the gym. Chris Yukine and Finella Edelstein, soul sisters, tag partners, and band mates had come for their own workouts. Fin, the muscle of the two of them, had gone towards the weight areas, and left the more speedy, smaller one going to the stair machine to start. Not that the little wolf hadn't tried to get the rock star to join her, but Chris decided to playing to her speed and stamina was definitely better for her.

And so the two would split and go about their own routine.

Or at least, that was what Chris had in mind. Until the extra loud 'clack' of weights brought her attention over to where the two Yses were. She wasn't certain how much the white and blue haired woman was lifting, but she at least knew it was something above 270, from when she spotted Fin and helped adjust the weights on the barbell. "Fuck," she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, as the oujo sat up after her numerous reps. She looked a little familiar, but the lightweight couldn't put a name to the face. Only figuring she was probably a heavyweight.

"Heavies are something else, I guess," she said with a shrug. Chris then turned her attention to the other girl, seeming to guzzle water like there was no tomorrow. The snow haired girl wondered if she, despite being a lot smaller, had tried to lift the bar the heavyweight had. "Probably not."

Then, just for a moment, Chris' lavenders met the unfamiliar girl's blues. The rocker soon looked away, suddenly feeling like maybe she had been staring a bit weirdly. She didn't want to be taken as one of those 'gym creeps' or anything, even if her quick head turn might have enforced that image. Screwed if she did, screwed if she didn't, though.

Wanting to just avoid any uncomfortable interaction, Chris would try and walk by the two Yses and get to the stair machine as quick as she could. Hopefully the two of them would just go back to their own work out and not pay her any mind.

Spoiler

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée watched her sister train with almost triple her weight... It was impressive, although she had improved and become stronger, she was less strong than a heavyweight. But Cléophée did not envy her sister or her mother, on the contrary, she respected them enormously and intended to do everything to stand by their side thanks to her own strengths and strong points.

The younger girl smiles a little stupidly, lost in thought, until she meets the lavender-colored eyes of another wrestler. A wrestler that Cléophée knew quite well, not personally but because she was informed about the most famous and strongest wrestlers in this league. Chris Yukine... A very energetic highflyer who knew how to undermine the former lightweight champion... The kind of wrestler she wanted to face more than anything.

DRIIIIIIING!.... DRIIIIIIING!..."

"Oh !"

A phone rang and Britanny stopped her rehearsals, putting down her bar before quickly getting up and leaving the room as quickly as possible, pulling her phone out of her chest as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll be back soon, Cléo!”

The ojou seemed to have an important call and it reminded the tall lightweight how busy her sister could be... It was amazing that she could have time to train, especially with her. But it was the perfect moment to talk to this other wrestler with lavender eyes and luckily, she approached her to go to a machine. Cléophée had no trouble getting in Chris's way to block her, posing with her right hand on her hip and a finger on her big beauty, leaning her body slightly forward.

"Oops~ Chris Yukine, is that it? It's an honor to meet you, my name is Cléophée Ysé~"

The French woman took a slightly more upright posture and placed both hands on her hips, smiling proudly. Her mother had always advised her to play the provocation card before saying what she had in mind, so she did so.

"Your match against Rose Gold was incredible! Too bad it ended in defeat, right?~ Hehe, anyway, i'd love to see how strong and good I am compared to a top carder like you.. Would you like a little challenge here? Something like... We each choose 2 machines and try to see who is the best between the two of us?~"

[GolemGuardian]

Chris wasn't comfortable in most any social situations, let alone when presumptions on what she was doing occurred. People and her, whenever she wasn't throwing blows or thrashing notes, didn't go well in her opinion. If Fin stayed to do stamina training with her, she'd at least have a buffer to defer to.

At least it seemed the bigger one of the two women seemed too occupied, especially after a phone call caused her to leave. That left the one who had seen her, and hopefully she would be too busy getting hydrated - or better, go back to the bench to keep her own work out going, to notice her.

A hope beyond hope, it seemed, as the blue clad woman cut right into the rock star's path. Chris had to actually stop herself to make sure she wouldn't crash into the girl, immediately introducing herself. "Uh, nice to meet you?" The slightly smaller girl responded, a little confused as to why Cléophée stopped her the way she had.

The answer was soon obvious, as the girl not only went on to challenge her, but also bring up Chris' biggest smudge on her record. Whether the girl meant to antagonize or sympathize by bringing it up, the Japanese-American was immediately pissed that this girl decided to bring it up. If she had wanted to have a competition like she claimed, then she really, really went the wrong way about it.

"Well fuck you to," Chris sneered, moving to go around Cléophée. "Now, if you don't mind, Ysè, I'd like to get to my work out. Find someone else to give backhanded compliments to. I'm sure someone will be happy to take up your lame idea."

[Bearhug Goddess]

Declined. Cléophée's proposal was immediately rejected by Chris and this smiled on the French woman who was not expecting this kind of thing. With this simple interaction, she understood that the famous Chris Yukine was the reserved type and that she was the type to avoid conflicts, especially if things were mentioned that she didn't like to be talked about. It's true that, for the moment, Cleophée was an unknown. Unlike her sister, she hadn't done anything at LAW yet, not even a match, but that didn't stop her from acting as if she was already someone important. family.

She let the lavender-eyed wrestler pass by her to continue on her way and she returned as well, smiling amusedly as she knew exactly what to say to get Chris to turn around and accept her challenge.

“What a shame ! It’s surely this cowardice that made you lose this match, don’t you think ?~”

She resumed the same pose as at the beginning, hiding her mole with her finger while keeping a wide smile to show her amusement but also that she dominated this conversation without using insults.

"You are surely one of the best lightweights of this generation, even if you have clearly softened following this defeat against Rose Gold...~ But I understand you Lady Yukine, who would dare to accept such a fun challenge after having lost such a horrible and humiliating way?~ I don't blame you, it happens to everyone to be weak and no longer live up to the expectations of others... Except me~"

Cléophée played on her opponent's frustration to try to make her react. She was probably going to make her hate Cléo with such provocation but that's what Britanny or her mother would have done if they wanted a specific person as a rival. This was also the case for Cléophée, she wanted Chris Yukine as a rival and she was not going to be shy about pushing the lavender-eyed wrestler to her emotional limits so that she would accept this challenge.

[GolemGuardian]

Chris would have felt bad at how she snapped, given how Cléophée's face briefly fell. But, it was deserved given how antagonistic the woman had decided to be. Who just walks up to someone, brings up their most infuriating defeat, and then tries to challenge them to a competition? Not someone who deserved any politeness, the rocker was sure.

Chris huffed and pushed past the insulting woman, making a b-like to the stairs machine. She just wanted to shed her sweat, and get the stranger off her mind. Work out the frustration she caused the rocker with just one sentence.

Unfortunately, Cléophée wouldn't take no as an answer. Not only did she dig the knife in deeper with claiming fear as the reason she lost, but claimed that it had 'made her soft.' It was an obvious goad, aimed solely to get her way. How low could the bitch go?

"...Fine," Chris said through grit teeth, turning back to the blue clad irritant. Even if she knew the girl was only aggravate her, the rocker was too hot headed to merely ignore her."I'll humor your 'contest.' If it'll shut you up, I guess I can make you eat those words. Or, better yet." The rocker turned around, glaring at the entitled woman.

"How about we make it even worse for you. When I show you just why I would have won if not for her frightened reaction, you're going to go around and sell tickets for my next live show." She said as she got up in Cléophée's face - or at least as much as her few inches shorter stature could. "As well as pay for whatever doesn't end up sold, of course. How does that sound, Ysé?"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée should thank Britanny for teaching her the art of provocation, it was perfect! Chris had a perfect reaction, the kind of look with hurt pride but with gritted teeth to show the angry side. The French woman smiled amusedly, she felt deep inside that she could do more but it was clearly enough, the wrestler with lavender eyes had just accepted her proposal and that was all she could wished.

At least, not after she dared to offer a pledge if she lost this competition! Things were starting to get very interesting and the lightweight giantess with long white hair once again placed her finger on her mole, smiling and thinking about the rocker's suggestion.

“Ohhh right ! You’re also a rocker ! Why not, it’ll make this competition a little more interesting!”

She raised her head and looked around the gym, looking at the different training machines, the few people watching her but especially this training ring made for sparring. It reminded her of the most watched LAW matches, the ones that took place during big events, the PPV matches. The kind of match where the greatest wrestlers face each other and the level that Cléophée wanted to reach. She smiled, looking up at Chris again before removing her finger that was hiding the mole on the side of her lip.

“But if I win, I want you to be my first PPV match !”

She extends her hand forward and waits for a shake of the hand to seal this deal, not taking her eyes off Chris and remaining smiling.

"So we have a deal ? You choose our first duel ?~"

[GolemGuardian]

Cléophée just further pissed off Chris. As the rocker gave her aggravated response, the girl only smiled down at her. Like she was watching a dog yapping up a storm for no reason. If her harsh words didn't get anyone staring their way, her increased volume the longer the girl kept her damned grin.

With her demand made, the French girl took the chance to look around the gym and make her own wager. The rock star wasn't surprised. After all, what point in a bet was there if only one side got something out of it? It was a much heftier one than Chris' own, asking for a PPV match. She had only been at a PPV once, and that was only to support Fin in one of the most grueling non-death match fights the brand had likely seen.

That said, the shorter girl already had someone she wanted to fight for her first PPV. And it wasn't some manipulative upstart. While she could ignore Cléophée and probably hear another offensive slew, instead the high flyer found the idea as another reason to shut her up. Crushing her high expectations would show Chris wasn't one to mess with, and hopefully put the girl in her place.

"Fine." Chris took Cléophée's outstretched hand, squeezing with all her might. Wasn't anything to write home about, but it was more the message she wanted it to send than actually hurting her opponent to be. And since the girl decided to let her choose, there was actually one machine that would be perfect she felt. "Follow me."

Chris didn't even check to see if the girl would actually follow, or if she'd just get left behind. She just turned and headed to a set of machines off to the side. She wanted to start with the stairs, but with their wager made she felt another machine would be more suited for the opening round.

When she stopped, her and Cléophée would be by a pair of machines, low to the ground, with a tiny screen in front and what seemed to be a ripcord and sliding seat. "Since you were so kind to let me choose, we'll be starting with the rowing machine. Whoever has gone the highest distance done in 15 minutes wins this round. Sound about fair, Ysé?" The rocker asked, setting her metal bottle at the front of the machine, waiting to hear if the rookie had any complaints.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The Frenchwoman smiled now that the challenge and the pledges being accepted with more or less friendship, Chris did not hold back her strength during this handshake but that did not seem to bother the youngest Ysé who had I'm used to this sort of thing, especially coming from Britanny. She responded with the same intensity, showing her future opponent that she knew she had fangs too. There was intensity in the air and even if their exchange of glances was short, some people around Chris and Cléophée could notice that there were flashes between the two women.

But the handcuff ended rather quickly, this challenge had to start as quickly as possible and the lavender-eyed wrestler wasted no time in finding a perfect machine to begin their duel. The rowing machine, a machine that allowed you to work your legs, body and arms simply using endurance... It was perfect, a balanced exercise for two lightweights, it really pleased Cléophée who had fun doing it. walk around the rocker to tease her.

"Rowing machine for 15 minutes? Looks perfect!~ We can make it at the same time to waste no time~"

She laughed quietly and quickly moved her head to the side as she walked past Chris, moving her hair so that it brushed against her opponent's face like a cat does with its tail. It was simple and childish provocation but that's what seemed to work for Chris! The French woman placed her towel on the second machine, then sat down on the seat, placing her legs in the indicated place and grabbing the ripcord before looking towards Chris, waiting for her to be ready.

"Whenever you're ready, little girl~"

[GolemGuardian]

The rocker seethed whilst the blue bodysuited bitch continued her irritable grinning. She knew that her machine choice wasn't anything extreme, being a cardio workout that used one's entire body and often used as a warm-up in her experience. The simplicity, however, is what Chris counted on to wipe that damned grin away. Get her overconfident perhaps as the increasing resistance snuck up on her.

Cléophée walked past her, smacking her hair in her face like some highschool bully - or at least the rock star gathered from some teenage dramas Fin watched with her, and not when she was alone growing up in her uncle's home. All it did was further stoke the furious drive to shut the French girl up, spitting out a few, stray, white hairs that got in her mouth. "Hmph. I intended to do this side by side. Like I'd let you use a 15 minute break as an excuse when you lose."

Chris followed suit as she spoke, placing her feet on the braces and inputting 15 minutes into the built in timer. "Yeah, yeah, damned lanky lass," she said under her breath. Chris gripped her own ripcord, adjusting herself to get into a comfortable position. She gave one final side eye to Cléophée, giving a little sneer. Oh how she was gonna show the bitch up.

"GO!" And off they went, Chris all but exploding into the fluid motion. Pulling with her arms, pushing with her legs, leaning back as the seat slid with the motion. All before curling back up and letting the cord retract. If Cléophée wanted a match with her, then Chris was going to show off her stamina and how fast she could be.