The only good time...[Indigodragon]

A few days had passed since the blond beauty's defeat at the hands of her rival, Sabre. It had been a tough loss....but Cecilia knew that it was partially her foolishness to go into the fight with hurting legs, though she was still pissed at herself for getting ambushed and beaten up by Sabre in the locker room just a day earlier. She was pretty livid with herself and Sabre at the moment to be frank, and she was without a doubt looking for revenge. Before that though now that she had healed up her legs and everything else she was gonna bank in a few good hours at the gym, making sure she was in the perfect shape that she needed to be in order to fight it out with her old rival!

She walked through the gym, wearing a red sports bra which hugged her huge rack tightly, along with a pair of black gym shorts which hugged her curves. Of course her impressive abs were on full display as usual as she strolled through the gym. 8oz gloves on her hands as she instantly stepped up to the bag and got into her stance, bouncing lightly on her toes first before she threw a strong right bunch which made the bag swing. She followed it up with another punch and another, keeping up a steady pace as she was punching away on the sandbag. Each punch sending light echoes through the pretty much empty gym this early in the morning. " Fucking...Sabre...Next time...I'll...break...her!" Cecilia let out through her punches and breath, she threw another strong punch before she stepped back and would shoot her right leg up, slamming her leg right into the back which sent it rocking around.

Unaware that there was anyone else in the gym at this hour, or perhaps she just didn't care. Sh continued her assault on the bag and did not let up...even though a familiar figure was looming in the gym.

Things had been shaken up since Sabre's return. But for the most part, Sabre was just an onstage identity. Diane was the real woman behind the terrifying cave girl. Diane was seen with Juniper Nayle, and as with Sabre. No one had really made the connection so far besides some fanboy...

Diane was cornered away in the gym, work in on her legs. She was instructed to by her redhead friend, who was out doin some sort of soul searching. Diane noticed when Cecilia came in. And it was a tense moment to say the least. Sabre hated Cecilia, so Diane did too. But, Diane could not outwardly hate Cecilia the same way and for no reason. She couldn't let her secret be known by her longtime rival.

But when she heard those words seething through Cecilia's lips, she couldn't help but stare with a slight scowl.

Soon enough Cecilia started to pull back from the back and would let out a few deep breath, shaking her head a bit...she'd look over to the side of the room where she saw in the corner of her eyes the visage of Diane Cavendish, a woman whom she'd had beaten in the lovely white haired girl's debut match here in AFW. Though she had been a rather interesting opponent...perhaps Cecilia could use her to take out some aggression.

Cecilia would start to walk over towards the woman, noticing her scowl a bit. The blond took a deep breath and shook her head again, " Yo! Diane. How've you had it since the match ?" Cecilia let out, trying to sound friendly and unburdened by her anger, though it was only halfway working.

Diane disnt really want anything to do with Cecilia. She knew that the rival of Sabre would be very sore after that lost match. In both the literal and metaphorical senses. But she was being approached anyway. Diane looked up from the machine to stare at Cecilia with her red eyes.

"Ive been...Fine." Diane sat back on the machine. "And you? I saw that you just took a rather untimely...Loss."

Cecilia stood in front of Diana and watched the fellow red-eyed woman's eyes...there wasn't all that many people she knew in AFW who had red eyes, only herself, Belinda, Diane and Sabre....the blond shook her head a little bit and couldn't help but frown a bit at the talk about her loss.

" Ah...yeah well. Next time I see Sabre I'm driving her skull through the floor. That's that." Cecilia spat out with a clear disdain in her words. " So, what are you doing now ? Wanna help me relieve some stress and tension with a spar ?"

Hearing what Cecilia wanted with Diane made her heart skip a beat. She wanted to tell Cecilia to stand down before she got knocked out again. But that didn't escape her mouth. Sabre did that, not Diane. Cecilia just wanted a spar from the woman?

"Alright...But no handcuffs." Diane lightly joked while getting off of the machine and standing tall in front of her rival.

Cecilia couldn't help but smirk as she heard Diane's little joke, she shrugged her shoulders and then stood face to face against the buxom Diane. " Well, alright then. Let's get started." Cecilia let out as she would turn and start to make her way over towards the sparring ring.

Getting up in it she would bounce around on her feet a little before she'd gesture for Diane to come up into the ring and meet her. " Don't cry when you get your butt kicked."

Diane walked closely behind Cecilia. The very few people in the gym may have fav son looks at the two tall women getting into the ring. When that happens thwre is usually a throw away of the word "spar". It was mostly gonna get chaotic.

The blonde ushers Diane to step into the ring, to which ahe nods and crawls under the bottom ropes, rest I her arms on the ropes in one corner.

Now that Diane was in the ring the blond would look at her former opponent up and down, Diane had a pretty great figure, there were few women who looked as great as the lovely white haired woman...Cecilia could practically count all of them on one hand.

She started to step up towards Diane and would raise her arms up in the air. " Wanna start with a test of strength ? Or are you afraid you'll lose again ?" Cecilia teased as she flashed a toothy grin towards the white haired beauty in front of her.

Knowing that Cecilia was much of a talker and she spoke out yo say insults and snide comments, Diane knew she had to keep her cool and not get the same way with Cecilia...

The white harried woman raised her hands up to come at Cecilia with a test of strength. "Sh-Shuttle your mouth!" Diane growls.