Sleep Fighting

It just another day in the AFW gym, where everyone was working out or having spars in the practice ring. It was Nikki 'Knockout's' first visit to the gym, and she was in awe with how much was going on here. "Wow, that's a lot of machines!" she exclaimed, marveling at the different weight lifting machines the gym housed. Not that she had ever used such machines in her lieft, but they sure were cool to look at!

Nikki wasn't exactly dressed to work out either, wearing a yellow sundress to the gym, standing out rather well in the middle of the place. Nikki didn't seem to mind though. She was pretty facinated by all the different machines despite all the looks she was getting. "Wow! Look at that one!" she laughed, pointing at bechpress. "And that one! And that one! And that one!" Nikki then stopped skipping throughout the gym and pointing wildly, spotting something that truly made her grin, "And THAT one!" Nikki ran right to one of the practice rings, this one being empty, and hopped up and down in excitement. "Oh boy! I can spar with someone! Hello! Does anyone here want to spar? Please!"

It had been quite a while since Dulsa had done anything in the AFW following a really stupid match with Madcow, or Mockingbird, or Song-Turd... Dulsa couldn't remember just who the hell that mid-carder was, maybe because she had injected heroin into her system during that match. Either way she didn't care who that person was.

Seeing Today as a perfect opportunity to get back into the swing of things and start wrestling again, Dulsa made her way to the gym, clad in her usual attire that consisted of an open black jacket with a black bikini top underneath, along with a black and red skirt, stockings and black boots. She ready to start training again, and when she wanted to train, she usually found someone weak to beat down on.

Dulsa then looked around once she heard a rather obnoxious voice from within the gym, walking deeper into the complex before facing the practice rings, where she instantly sports Nikki, who appeared to Dulsa as an all too cute young girl who wore a very bright yellow sundress. "Fresh Meat." Dulsa would mutter quietly to heself with a snicker before making her way to the practice ring, sliding herself inside.

"I'll Spar with you..."

For awhile it seemed like no one would spar with the overly enthusiastic Kawaii. In fact anyone Nikki approached were a bit put off by her overly cheery nature. Nikki pouted prematurely. Was no one going to spar with her?

Just when she was going to give up hope a sudden voice behind her made her perk up. She then came face-to-face with the short-haired blond who was looking for trouble. Nikki's smile expanded tenfold at her anwer to her request. "YOu will? Oh thank you!" Nikki cheered, taking Dulsa's hands in her own and jumping up and down before her. "My name's Nikki! What's yours?"

As Dulsa stood up in the ring, she would instantly be taken in startling surprise as the young girl suddenly rushed up to her and took her hands before she started to jump happily in place. Leaving Dulsa in a state of speechless bewilderment.

"Uhh... No problem..." She would mutter before clearing her throat. She was almost reconsidering this little spar just because of how overly perky Nikki was, but Dulsa felt that all she had to do was just endure her antics, since it would all be worth it to beat down on Nikki.

"To some... I am called Death... And The Harbinger Of Pain... But you may call me Dulsa."

"Nice to meet you, Harbinger of Pain!" Nikki said gleefully, completely missing the meaning behind Dulsa's title. She was just happy she found someone to have fun with her. "Your name's a little long. So I'm just gonna call you Dulsa, okay?" Giving Dulsa one more grin from ear to ear, Nikki would head to her end of the ring, eager to get this match started.

"I'm ready when you are, Dulsa!" Nikki called, and raising her arms at the ready she would move towards Dulsa, unable to to keep her excitement contained.

Dulsa's eye couldn't help but twitch in response to Nikki's solid optimism. You would think a 'frail' kawaii like her would intimated by the fake titles that Dulsa had given herself.

"O-Okay..." Dulsa would stammer in response before readjusting herself as Nikki went to her corner. Indeed she was just as Ready as Nikki was to start this little bout.

"Very Well....PREPARE FOR YOUR DOOM!!" Dulsa would cackle madly before stepping quickly up to Nikki, going for an aggressive lockup that Dulsa planned on utilizing to overpower the smaller girl and force her to the mat. Or at least try to.

Dulsa seemed just as eager as Nikki was to lock up with each other. It was a battle of opposites. Happy and sunny vs dark and punk. Though only question was who would come out on top? "Oh yeah?" Nikki giggled as Dulsa came charging at her. "Well you prepare to be knocked out!"

WHen Dulsa attempted a lock up with the Kawaii fighter Nikki wouldn't exactly indulge her. Instead, she would grab one of Dulsa's grabbing arms, and using the momentum she would attempt a textbook judo throw on her opponant to slam her into the mat.

Dulsa couldn't help but laugh at Nikki's eagerness, it was like she was begging to get a beat-down from her. Dulsa would then laugh a bit at Nikki's words as she giggled.

"Me? Get Knocked out by YOU!? Ha! You're either just really confident... Or Stupid..." Dulsa would remark as she went for the lock-up, only to end up having her arm grabbed and yanked over Nikki's shoulder, effectively and swiftly tossing Dulsa over the girl's shoulder and sending the blonde to the mat with a stiff *THUMP*.

"Ugh!" Dulsa wouldn't grunt as she was thrown to the mat, eyes opened wide, looking up at Nikki in disbelief. "No Way..." Dulsa would mutter drolly before trying to kicking herself back up, turning to Nikki with her fists clinched tightly.

"So you actually know a few moves, huh? That still won't save you!!" Dulsa would exclaim before rushing Nikki again, winding her right hand back before trying to fire off a hard right handed straight punch at the smaller girl's face.

"Hehe! Got you!" Nikki gigled, skipping back from Dulsa after taking her down to the mat. Behind Nikki's cheery behavior was a girl that had taken extensive self-defense classes, making her into a quite the capable fighter. She had won several tournaments in her younger days, and all of her matches ended in knockouts. And hence she gained the title. Nikki 'Knockout'.

When Dulsa came at her again Nikki's quick reflexes were there to stop her. Once again Nikki's would grab Dulsa's hand, only instead of flipping her this time Nikki would twist the arm sharply behind Dulsa's back, keeping her trapped for the moment.

"I like your outfit!" Nikki suddenly said as she held Dulsa, but just as quickly as she had grabbed the girl, Nikki would suddenly push her awy, giving her a bright grin. "Can you tell me where you got it?"

Dulsa charged right at Nikki and aimed a straight right hand right towards her face, that would unexpectedly and suddenly be countered as Nikki grabbed Dulsa by the wrist and twisted it tightly behind her back, causing the short-haired blonde to instantly wince in pain.

"Ah! Y-Your Mom's!!" Dulsa would snap back at Nikki upon hearing her words before being pushed away feeling as if she had been conned by this little girl who could actually wrestle!

"You can't be real..." Dulsa would remark in a rather droll tone of voice as she stared at Dulsa before charging at her once more, this time just trying to tackle her to the ground, intending to mount her and instantly start pounding her face if she got her down. Granted, Dulsa would still have to catch Nikki first.