Dynamite comes in small packages!

Lethe dug out a punching bag from deep in the closet, and started to tug it out. As she pulled it out, she saw Layla lifting the dummy over her shoulder. She could see what was going through Layla's head, seeing her looking from the dummy to her.

When she heard her question, she shook her head. "I really wouldn't, right now. I'm not really in the mood to 'spar' with anyone. If you decide to continue, you WILL end up hurt." She said. The way she said it was less of a threat, and more of a warning towards Layla. She felt slight concern for this girl, but she wasn't really sure why.

If there as one thing Layla couldn't stan, it was being threatened. She scowled deeply at the girl before her. She didn't realise what Lethe meant by it, she was too busy being angry. "What the hell's your problem?" Layla asked irritably. Here she was trying to be nice and Lethe responded by pissing her off.

Lethe glared at Layla as she yelled at her. "My problem is I'm way too pissed off to be playing nice with anyone right now. All because of that stupid cage fighting bitch, and that .. ugh.. that swine of a reporter. I wish I had hurt him more."

Layla raised an eyebrow at Lethe's explanation, something about a cage fighting bitch. Tha's when the smaller girl realized she knew who Lethe was. She had seen her in a cage match with a taller woman, and Lethe basically had the tar beaten out of her. The interivew with the punk that had followed after had been...less than curteous. "Oh yeah, I remember that," Layla muttered aloud. "She really beat you bad."

Lethe glared over at her when she said that. "The last person that rubbed it in got a brass knuckled punch to the jaw." She said, then shook her head. "That match was a total disgrace to myself... I've never had my height used at a disadvantage like that. Not to that extent. I felt so humiliated..."

Layla knew exactly ho Lethe was feeling. She couldn't count how many times her size had been the source of bullying for her. Some of them would pin her down with their superior body weight, hold her posessions over her head to always keep them out of her reach; the list went on. "I wasn't rubbing it in," Layla informed. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

Lethe looked over at Layla, and couldn't help but smirk a little. "I'm going to challenge her to a rematch. That's what I'm going to do about it." She replied. "Wouldn't you do the same?"

"You're damn right I would," Layla replied without a second thought. It may not have been the case years ago but after toughening up she made sure everyone knew thatpicking on her would mean a world of pain. "But what makes you so sure you'll beat her?"

Lethe nodded a little, when she replied, and started to drag the punching bag towards the chain to replace it. "... I don't. I've never let doubt enter my mind that I would emerge victorious in any fight.. until now." She said, then growled in frustration. "Goddamnit! I'm not weak!" She exclaimed, and suddenly swung the punching bag towards the wall.

She panted softly from her fit of rage, then took a deep breath, and stood up straight. "I can't believe I'm letting this get to me this much.. ugh! It's just a loss... not like I've suffered one before.. why is it getting to me this much??"

Layla was unfazed by Lethe's anger. it wasn't the first time she'd seen someone flip out. "Maybe it's because you've never thought our size was an issu until now," Layla suggested with a shrug. "Up until now no one's had the chance to use it against you." Layla uddenly smirked and crossed her arms. "What you need to do is use it to your advantage."