Picking On Your Doppelganger

Diana's 'success' at Clyde's party sometime ago wasn't just limited to pissing off a small Scottish woman to the point of actively seeking her out. Sure, she pissed off another interesting figure, in a buxom cowgirl, but her actions at the party weren't solely aggressive ones. She had met two interesting women, and had somewhat of a curious interaction with the third. Today, she was seeking out said third. A woman, who arguably with their similar size, scale and tones, Diana could pull off as if she changed her hair. Amy Evans.

Wearing but casual attire, the strapping Italian made her way to an AFW sparring gym, where she wasn't at all certain the blonde would be. Just somewhat of a hunch; after all, you don't end up as toned as Amy or Diana herself without losing hours to the weight machines. Busting through the doors, she saw a conglomerate of faces. Old, new, even brand new, with AFW training wheels yet to be even kicked off. To her somewhat dissatisfaction, she couldn't find the face she was looking for, uncertain of whether the woman was yet to appear, Diana couldn't spot her, or she simply wasn't here.

With no training gear in hand, Diana felt like she'd made somewhat of a wasted trip. Plonking herself down on a nearby bench with back to a cold steel locker, she simply whipped out her phone-somewhat curious if there was any way of finding the woman she was after.

Amy hadnt done much since the party, there wasnt much to do, she had had a sum total of one match since then and had done a whole lot of sitting on her ass and training. So she was making another trip there to avoid letting laziness become the norm for her.

She was wearing her typical ring attire and a black jacket as she headed in the gym, looking around fir where her starting point should. She had a lot of steam to blow off so the punching bag was a good option, though a better one would be a partner dumb enough to train with her, her eyes trailed over the gym looking around before simply shrugging and going to the weights to do bench presses.

Sure enough, to her great luck, Diana's eyes would drift off somewhat to the side, momentarily catching a blonde figure that may of belonged to the woman she was seeking. Standing, her suspicions were confirmed, as her eyes caught wind of the face that the hair belonged to. Smiling somewhat, her keen cocky grin as ever growing, she made her way over, certain things were going to get interesting.

Approaching from Amy's back, not to attack but more surprise the woman, she closed the distance as her blonde counterpart began her exercise regime. Leaning to her side, with arms crossed, she'd finally speak, given that Amy seemed somewhat too enveloped in her training regime to notice that someone had come for her. Or simply shrugged it off as watching a buxom young blonde jiggling and firming.

"You know, when two big characters start to butt heads, most sorta take a big step back..." She'd laugh, referring to her foes enjoyment in forcing a fight that was going to happen anyway, to most certainly happen. After all, who needed proper greetings?

Amy continued her presses, very rarely was something so interesting that she needed to be attentive to anything besides her work, and of course the reps helped her relax when she was doing poorly as far as ring matches. She was at a nice 20 warm up reps when she heard a voice she wasn't to familar with.

Hanging up the weight she turned around and saw the Amazon lady, Diane from the party who seemed so ready to instigate a fight back then and probably wasnt too far from doing so now by the looks of it. "Maybe but I never see the point in doing so, it shows where there is none." She said simply enough as she stood up to look Diane in the eyes one on one.

Diana merely stood, as the blonde amazon before her dismounted the weights, to apparently give Diana herself a glare and stance as firm as she could. Diana would seize the moment to fully scan the workout-clothes clad blonde before her; not in a sexual way, but more eyeing up a potential dance partner. 'Dance partner' being of course, a term of phrase.

"Or maybe you just wanted to get in on the action yourself, huh?" Diana would grunt, a sly smile on her face as she inched closer-not in a threatening way, but in an attempt to assert some authority of her own.

Amy saw the look she was being given by Diana it was the same challenging look he had given to several people in her life. She wasn't sure if this girl was trying to make a friend or start a fight but either way she wasnt backing down for a second as she removed her jacket leaving her just in her simple ring attire.

"I never was a very good bystander. Once two girls who had been deuding for years agreed to settle it at the school gym. What should have been there time to shine turned into me jumping in and laying them both out." She boasted as she kept eye contact with the Italian, her confidence clear on her face for Diana to see.

"Tch..." Diana would mutter, her eyes still latched on firmly with the woman's own. To her admittance, Diana wasn't particularly interested in what Amy was saying. In her time in both boxing and wrestling enterprises, she'd heard countless men and women alike run their mouths of their accomplishments, their feats and their abilities. No, Diana was but more interesting in how Amy was saying it. Confident. And damn well sure of herself.

Likewise though, Diana wasn't simply here to exchange blows and trade aggressive words with the woman. She made that abundantly clear, as she merely sidestepped the woman to sit on the weight press Amy used but a moment ago. She had no intention of using it mind; she just wanted to cool the situation, by taking a seat.

"I can imagine you're just the bell of the ball around here. Every time two players get together and make some heat, you gotta step and shake your feathers, huh?"

Amy watched her guest eyed her before sitting down, either to relax or or to ease the tension she didnt know which either way she felt like the fight she expected wouldnt be happening. Not that it mattered to her, if she started something Amy could finish it and if not who cares, she could be civilized when it suited her she just preferred not to be.

"Not always, but I do like to be close to it, lifes far too dull for me otherwise without some kind of conflict going on." She said shrugging. "Like at the party I was going to let that stay between you two, I just wanted to kick it off."

Diana leaned slightly into the curves of the weight bench, evidently not looking to actually begin using said equipment, but again, simply relaxing the situation.

"Tch..." She'd again tutter, resisting a small smile as the girl outright admitted to being a trouble maker. "Some guys don't like that..." She'd mutter, lowly, before raising her voice. "Some might even come back and get you for it." Raising an eyebrow, she'd finish her statement with a cocky smirk, evidently looking to not only imply something, but also inspire a rise from the blonde.

Amy eyed her suspiciously, it was hard to understand this women. She comes in challenging, then tries to act non-threatening, then goes right back to challenging. It was almost like she was guaging her reactions to it but Amy didnt care to expolore what Diana wanted, she would just stand her ground and see where things end up.

"Som guys are stupid. Some try, and realize why they shouldnt have" Amy said strechting out a knot in her shoulder while she kept talking. "Ask yourself this with all Ive told you about me so far do you think im worried about someone getting me for it? Or do you think I embrace it?"