Rock'n'Rookie : A Competitive Meeting

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée remained smiling and indifferent to Chris' provocations, not because the lavender-haired wrestler had any effect on her but above all because she was currently happy to see that a competition and a little rivalry was starting to take shape. She who wanted to be the most perfect and versatile wrestler had just found a tough opponent on the only thing where she was stronger than her big sister and her mother, speed.

She then stood in position while waiting for Chris to leave and immediately began running at a rather fast speed before quickly slowing down the pace and then increasing it again. Cléophée had to make a choice between going all out despite the fatigue that would arrive for the next events but not taking this contest seriously would be insulting...

So she decided to do both at the same time, running at full speed for a minute before running at normal speed for about thirty seconds to catch her breath and slow the effects of fatigue. She maximized the energy she could expend by playing with her own limits.

Then the ten minutes passed, Cléophée slowed down completely and took a look at the machine before smiling proudly at her score. She grabbed her towel to wipe off all the sweat from her body before looking at Chris with a big smile and a water bottle in hand. She remained smiling while listening to Chris' score and remained silent for a long second, drinking from her bottle in front of her opponent before sighing and turning around slightly.

“Well done, I did 1.7 miles!~”

The defeat did not seem to frustrate Cléophée, on the contrary, it seemed amused. She held her water bottle forward to bring her closer to Chris and smiled brightly at her, continuing to provoke her by teasing her again and again.

“Would you mind filling mine by the way while I think of, maybe, our last challenge ? Please~”

[GolemGuardian]

Chris huffed as Cleo continued her irritable positivity. Her being much closer to the rocker's speed was also pretty frustrating, but it was about the sixth reason to be upset with her similar-colored haired competitor. If she hadn't regretted giving the girl any attention before, she definitely was now.

On the brightside, if Cleo won the next round, it would just end in a tie. Whether the girl understood or not, a winner couldn't be decided with an even number of 'contests.' Not unless it was a sweep. With two wins now under the shorter girl's belt, that meant the French woman couldn't claim victory. It'd suck to lose a free saleswoman, but better that then have to deal with Cleo any further.

With her annoyance holding out her bottle for her, Chris just glared a deadpan look. "Do I look like a maid for some rich, asshole family?" She didn't let Cleo answer, before the rocker just turned and walked away. "Get it yourself." Chris knew the girl would just follow her to the closest fountain, but she'd already humored one request. She wasn't about to let Cleo think a little smile could get her to do anything.

The rocker just walked to the nearest fountain, her legs barely shaking from their miles long run. She remained silent while Cleo thought their last battle over, and filled her bottle. She couldn't wait to hear just what next strength work out the annoyance would choose. Sooner she did, sooner it was done, and sooner Chris could get away from her.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cléophée's face darkened slightly in the face of Chris's words which, for the first time since their meeting, annoyed the French woman. She remained smiling but a little reluctantly, the insults towards her person didn't do much for her but insulting her family was strangely annoying. She then followed the lavender-eyed wrestler towards the fountain, muttering something lightly before running.

"A maid for an asshole famiky huh?... It won't be long.."

She completely filled her flask and clapped her hands twice to regain her amused and mocking smile before presenting this last duel. She could only hope to end in a tie now but she didn't want an easy tie to have, on the contrary, she wanted a duel where Chris could feel stronger than her to completely beat her.

"You seem to be better with legs, am I wrong?~ You run fast and you have rather endurance, that's good! But..."

She pointed to a machine at the back of the room. The Leg Curl Machine, a machine that allowed you to strengthen your legs by lifting a weight and remaining seated. It was the best way to end this duel which would determine Chris' victory or a tie.

"I'll let you choose the weight you want to put on, we do as usual, a series of 10 minutes and the one who does the most repetitions wins! ~ I hope your thighs are capable of lifting more than 10 kilograms, They look so skinny~"

[GolemGuardian]

Chris raised an eyebrow as she walked to the fountain, faintly catching the annoyed twinge that passed over her fellow white haired wrestler. Her off handed comment wasn't meant as some slight to the annoying woman, so she wondered what exactly might have set Cleo off. Well, whatever it was, it at least showed the girl wasn't some happy go lucky airhead.

After they each filled their bottles back up, Cleo led them over to the leg curl machine. Of course it would be another strength focused machine. The small rocker couldn't even pretend to he surprised, as she put her bottle down on the ground next to it.

"Fine," she emotionless said whilst she adjusted the weights. Unlike her arms, her legs were decently strong. They may not have been muscular, but they were far from the twigs the larger lightweight insinuated. "Set your weights to165 lbs." The rocker then sat down and double checked the weight, before adjusting again. "Make that 150."

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophee presented the new machine with a big smile and stood against the edge of the machine's seat watching Chris' reaction which showed no surprise. The lavender eyed wrestler seemed to be taking this duel very seriously to completely defeat the Frenchwoman but Cleophee was not going to let that happen, losing in her challenge would be a total shame.

She watched Chris adjust the weights of the machine before laughing while slightly puffing out her cheeks to hide her mockery, which had the opposite effect. She sighed before showing a big smile and rolling her eyes towards the second machine, removing the weights to also have 150lbs.

"So weak... Anyway!~"

Cleophee settled on the machine and placed her legs where indicated before smiling at her opponent with a mocking look, sure of her victory.

"Are you ready miss weak leg?~"

[GolemGuardian]

"How about you shut your trap and count down already," Chris snapped. She wasn't sure how much longer her patience would last, and wanted this to be over with. Win or tie, she'd be done with the aggravating ass in the machine next to her.

Once the girl gave the go, Chris legs worked like pistons. Moving them up and down with quick precision and control. Her legs still felt a little like jelly from their run, but she moved flawlessly. Her muscles screamed in protest, even her hands as she gripped at the handles for all she was worth, but she didn't seem to notice. Her mind was focused on the competition, to end up the victor.

Her physical strength was low, but her legs were still pretty powerful. They had to be from all her running and leaping. So even if Cleo had elephant thighs, surely the more veteran would come out on top.

When the ten minutes were up, Chris turned her sweaty, red face over to the other girl. "One.... one thirteen..." She huffed, wiping some hair that stuck to her brow away. "We done now?"

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée was much too busy with her exercise to answer her opponent, she absolutely had to not lose this challenge, especially after Chris dared to insult her family. The Frenchwoman then began her repetitions with a slightly faster air than usual, this time there was no need to save endurance or her breath for the rest because it would be the last challenge. She had remained focused for 10 long and exhausting minutes before finally releasing the pressure and the pace when she heard the end of the timer.

"Hahhh... Hahhhh... Haaaaahhh..."

She glanced at her score before moping on the machine, hiding her face with her towel before hearing Chris announce her score. She thought she had lost by performing worse than in her training, which was quite normal since Cleophée had just come out of training with her big sister before challenging Chris, but she still took off her towel to look her opponent in the eye.

"Two hundred and twenty-two."

She sighed deeply as she leaned her head forward, trying to get closer to Chris while looking at her with a big smile on her lips. It was an amused and provocative smile, almost mocking towards Chris who had not managed to win this context and was already trying to flee. Even if it was a tie, the Frenchwoman wanted to show that it was a defeat for her opponent who had not managed to surpass the new wrestler despite their difference in level.

"It seems... that you lost!.~ What a pity Lady Yukine, I expected better from a veteran like you! And especially not that you are so cowardly and in a hurry to flee after a defeat, are you ashamed ?~"

[GolemGuardian]

Chris was done. With the contest, with strength training, and especially with Cléophée. "Just shut up," she huffed out, sitting up and grabbing her water. "You asked for four battles.... You got four battles. You've obviously... Seen my matches... and seen I'm good. Strength... ain't everything..." She stopped, only to down a few, audible gulps of liquid life.

"I'm done... humouring you... Especially... with that obnoxious... attitude..." Chris stood up on shaky legs, grabbed her towel and wrapped it over her shoulders. "That's all... you get. Neither of us win the bet." The rocker's angry, iritated, lavender eyes glared at LAW'S new blood "Now fuck off." With that, the rocker turned and began walking away towards the lockers. She'd clean up a bit before joining Fin wherever she was right now.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Following her words, Cleophée grabbed her water bottle and began to drink a few sips while listening to Chris insult her by expressing his anger and boredom. It's true that Chris was a strong wrestler, one of the best lightweights in LAW and given the Frenchwoman's goal, that of becoming the best lightweight, they had to fight each other one day. Cleophée had to make an impression on her first rival if she wanted to make LAW more fun, whether for herself or for her future fans. Everyone loved rivalries.

"As you wish, if you don't feel any regret for being humiliated like that in front of a newbie then you can run away, Coward Yukine.~"

Cleophée smiled widely following her last provocation, letting the little wrestler with lavender eyes move away little by little before being hit by a giant. This giantess looked rather strong and popular as everyone had their eyes fixed on this ojou, it was Brittany, Cleophée's sister, who had just returned from her call.

"Ohohhh?~ Be careful when you walk next time young lady, I can't see people too small.~"

"Big sister!"

Cleophée ran lightly towards her big sister, catching up with Chris in the process even though she considered their interactions over.

"Why are you all sweaty? Did something happen?"

"It's just.. Uhhhm..."

Britanny noticed directly that Cleophée was a little embarrassed and out of breath, looking towards the little woman who had hit her a few seconds ago who was also as sweaty as her little sister. She quickly understood that the two lightweights had clashed in one way or another and was now curious.

"So, who won?~"

[GolemGuardian]

Chris grit her teeth as she stormed away, ignoring the trash Cleo continued to spew. She knew the girl was just trying to get a rise from her now, like a spoiled, manipulative child being denied something. Chris was done giving the girl the time of day, no matter what mud she tried to sling. They would go their separate ways, and unless LAW made a match for them, she was done getting constantly talked down to.

Chris was so focused on just getting away that she didn't see the walking pillar of muscle that stepped in her way, her head planting into the only soft area on the heavyweight. The rocker stumbled back, mostly from the shock of running into someone, and partially because she quickly realized where her head was. She looked up at the girl who cut off her escape with a raised eyebrow. Change the hair a bit, and she might as well have been looking at the girl she just contended with, only super sized. The way she talked down on her, literally and metaphorically, didn't help the comparison.

Why was quickly revealed, as Cleo called this giant her sister. Chris remembered seeing the girl as she originally tried to get around Cleo earlier, thinking back on it. 'Great, another one,' she thought with an audible sigh, the two talking on as the rocker got her balance back.

"If you must know," Chris began after the giant woman asked who won. "No one. Your little sis pressured and challenged me to four exercises, and we came to a draw. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was leaving." The rocker then tried to get around the large lady, to continue her exit.