A Punk Looking for a Fight!

The gentle sound of the machine filled Bridgette’s mind as she continued to lift its heavy weights again and again, looking to push herself further and further. The bulky frame of the weight machine had been squeaking for a while. Ever since she put it on the max weight setting, it creaked and groaned as though it were straining itself just to maintain a level it was designed for, but clearly never used in its lifetime. It was a noise Bridgette had begun to listen for. Whenever she pushed past a certain point and her arms began to burn, the machine would creak. When she relaxed a bit and felt the muscles tensing in her shoulders and chest to keep the bar in place, the machine squeaked and she would begin to lift the weight again. Bridgette had been lifting weights for at least two hours, her muscles burning with lactic acid and fatigue as she continued to pump the machine and push her body even further!

She needed to get stronger! The past few fights Miranda had sent her partner Kristy and her into ended in defeat against some rather pitiful opponents. Something Miranda had noticed, and was not too happy about. The mad scientist rarely ever displayed any sort of emotion, but she made it abundantly clear what would happen to the two of them should they fail again. Being fired was not an option in Miranda’s twisted little gang. It was either working for her, or waking up to find yourself strapped to her dissection table. A prospect Bridgette wished she had known before signing up for the silent maniacs group.

The teams fighting dynamic was inherently lopsided. Kristy was an opportunist that often struck while Bridgette took the enemy head on. The red head went for joints, blind spots, stuff like that. She would make things easier for Bridgette to break the team down later on in the fight and scoop up the win. The issue was that Kristy was abundantly weaker than most opponents the two had found themselves against. Often enemies targeted the speedster rather than face Bridgette herself, looking to divide and conquer. A strategy that had cost them those past brawls.

It would be unfair to say that the fault lay only on Kristy. One of the only reasons such a strategy could work was because Bridgette had to take occasional breaks to cool down and catch her breath. Fighting two people was difficult, and thanks to her body being built more so for power rather than speed, it had become an issue of catching an opponent before they had time to tag in their partner. She had to increase her strength and her endurance! The power to put her opponents down faster and the durability to outlast them could be the strength she needed to make sure Kristy and her didn’t lose any more. The Wrong’s had made an impression when they first arrived, and Miranda wanted that reputation maintained.

The weight machine finally made a sickly CRACK, prompting an annoyed hiss to slip through Bridgette’s clenched teeth as she finally settled the weighted bars down. The second she let go of, her workout hit her like a truck. Her arms and shoulders felt heavy and warm while her body seemed to be starved of oxygen. Sweat had drenched her entire body, making her clothes stick to her in an uncomfortable manner. She was thankful that she had a sports bra on underneath, as she unzipped and tossed her top at her feet. The fresh air cooled her practically steaming skin as she took some time to rest, using her gym towel to wipe her brow as she glared at the floor and focused on controlling herself. She had not made nearly as much progress as she wanted! She had to go further, wanting to break past her body's limits!

Spoiler:

Wrapping the towel around her neck and adjusting the sports bra’s straps around her shoulders, Bridgette scooped up her top and began moving to clean the machine, her mind still focused on what she needed to do to improve herself. There were dozens of trained fighters in this place...should she ask to spar? Challenge one maybe? Not exactly her style, but maybe that was what she needed. To use her intimidating appearance to her advantage and press someone to help might work. Not the best idea, but a spar might help her put her body through a more strenuous endurance test then these fickle machines ever could!

Bridgette just needed a target...

Appearance:

"Hey there, tough looking!" a voice would say from behind the large woman. Only moments ago, as Bridgette began her search for a partner, she'd actually become a target herself. Laura Conners had been working out as well, but she noticed the tall blue haired woman was looking around a bit. She had a feeling that this woman needed a sparring partner. After all, she did kinda seem like the type to love fighting. Plus, she looked like a woman who was intimidating and a bit of a loner, too. Luckily for her, Laura was insanely friendly, and just as eager for competition.

So, clad in her gym attire (A white, sleeveless tank top, with tight, black work out shorts) the bulky grappler would be more than friendly enough for the both of them and go straight over to the big woman. "Any chance you need a body to fight in the ring? I just noticed you looking around...and since I happen to have a hella tough body that's always ready to go!~" she explained, while flexing her right bicep to show off her muscles for the other woman to admire.

"I've actually seen you around here...a few matches too. So I know you're not the...let's say 'friendliest' person around. Luckily, I'm not exactly gentle myself. So if you're up for it...how about we see who's tougher?" Laura asked while motioning over towards the empty ring. Despite how friendly she normally was, there was no hiding the confidence in her voice. She wanted to test herself against Bridgette, and come out on top. "These are some nice biceps by the way...what's your work out regiment?" the grappler asked as she suddenly started groping the woman's arm muscles without warning. Looking over her biceps real close up, Laura was probably getting a bit too 'handsy' as she studied Bridgette's physique. Honestly, this woman was sexy too. All those muscles were perfect. But she wasn't here to flirt or seduce Bridgette. Right now she was way more interested in testing her strength against Bridgette's.

Bridgette’s eyes were already scanning the room for potential opponents. There was a wide variety to choose from, but that didn’t mean she could just pick anyone. Bridgette was looking to push herself and actually push through a decent challenge, but wanted to avoid a hopeless  fight she had no chance of winning in her post workout state. That actually cut away a whole host of potential competitors, leaving her with only about a handful of people that might actually fit into such narrow parameters and guidelines. And even in that handful of people, she would need at least one of them to have a nasty temper for her to goad them into a fight. It would be difficult to get them to get into the ring with her otherwise, due to her intimidating appearance. It would be difficult to push someone in the skill bracket she was after into fighting her if they didn’t want to.

Unknown to the maniacal mechanic, she herself had already been picked out by someone else amongst the crowd. Bridgette had been lost in thought when a sudden voice that was oddly cheery interrupted her from behind Looking over her shoulder granted Bridgette the sight of a smiling gym rat that she honestly couldn’t place. Has she ever seen this woman before? The spikey hair, bandaged face, and body type didn’t seem all that familiar off the bat. It made Bridgette curious, turning her attention towards the approaching woman.

The woman didn’t seem shy nor was she at a loss for words. Bridgette’s resting glare bore into her as she continued to smile and chat about the two of them sparring. She assured her that the Gym rat body in front of her could handle it, and even threw in that she was well aware of Bridgette’s previous matches and the role she played in them. Perhaps it was because her best friend was a chatterbox, but Bridgette had learned it was best to let people talk themselves out before responding herself. Not only did she get more information that way, but she found it also made these types of interactions easier.

As the girl gestured towards the empty ring, Bridgette unconsciously looked over in the direction of the arena. That moment cost her, as the woman in front of her took the chance to move in even closer and began to grope at her biceps. Her calloused fingers gently traced the curves of the muscles in her arms, gently squeezing them to find that even when relaxed Bridgette’s strength in those arms was no joke. Bridgette remained silent, looking down at this strange woman as she began to peer at her abs. The Mechanic’s eyes narrowed, wondering if this woman had a muscle fetish or something akin to one.

Pushing that thought out of her head, Bridgette took her arm back in a calm manner. Despite the glare that seemed to rest on her face, she tried not to come off as particularly rude. Instead, she would give a curt nod to this character.

“Alright. If you’ve seen my fights, you know what I’m capable of. If you’re still confident after that, then I’ll face you. But you have me at a disadvantage...I don’t know your name.”

Despite asking, Bridgette’s stony expression did little to convey any true feelings of curiosity. She seemed hard to read, and as she wiped away some sweat from her brow with the towel around her neck, she would turn away and walk towards the ring. While curt, few would really say Bridgette was being all that rude. A strange sentiment for a woman who helped double team one of AFW’s most prominent and well known heroines.

“We will start when you're ready...I won’t hold back, so don’t take this lightly.”

A fair warning...with a chilly undertone beneath it as Bridgette tossed her towel on the corner post. She would hunker down in a stance, fist raised up in an impressive guard as her golden eyes glare peeked through her iron defense. A boxer’s stance, paired with the weight and muscle the Blue Berserker had, was a dangerous combination indeed.

Does Laura have what it takes?

Laura almost let out a whine as Bridgette took her arm away from those eagerly groping hands that were pawing all over that muscular bicep. It seemed that she didn't want to just let her feel those muscles up all day. Then, finally breaking her silence and speaking, the blue haired behemoth accepted her offer, but warned her about taking this lightly. Now while some might be a bit...intimidated by the thought of Bridgette not holding back...Laura was not in the slightest. Upon hearing that bold declaration, the shorter of the two muscular woman would break out into a big-ass smile that was full of excitement.

"HAHAHA! That's the spirit! I'm really getting pumped now!" Laura yelled out happily as she punched the taller woman's shoulder full force as a friendly 'Love Tap'. "You don't need to wait on me...I'm always ready for a match. Let's get it on! Oh! And my name's Laura Connors, but I don't mind what you call me. It's up to you really." she explained as she followed Bridgette over to the ring. The grappler would actually rush in before her sparring partner, though. Sliding in under the bottom rope on her belly, she would try to spread the ropes apart for the woman to be polite.

But Bridgette didn't seem to care, and was already stepping in before Laura could open the ropes a bit more. Laura would just shrug it off, though, as she'd pop up on her feet without any effort and start bouncing up and down a little to get limber. Once Bridgette was in a stance, Laura would strip off the white tank top that she had on to reveal the black sports bra she had on underneath.

"So normal rules? Submission to win sound good?" Laura asked her sparring partner as she stretched out her arms a bit. "but if you have anything else in mind lemme know. I'm always up to try something new!" she added, sounding friendly and almost bursting with excitement as their spar was just about ready to get underway. Mirroring a similar stance to Bridgette, Laura was ready to go. Her hands were open, though, opting for a grappling approach rather than the boxing one.

Laura Conners...not a name Bridgette found herself familiar with. The peppy young woman seemed all too excited to get into the ring with the blue brute as she practically bounced off the walls. It was tempting to compare her to Kristy Davids, Bridgette’s smaller partner in crime. But unlike the chatty fashionista that Bridgette knew, Laura’s mouth had yet to write a check that couldn’t be cashed out. “Bubbly” may have been a bit too innocent way to describe Laura, but considering the two of them were about to trade blows with each other, “friendly” seemed too strange a word for the situation. Laura likely had her own motivations for doing this, and it probably had something to do with the muscle groping she pulled earlier. Hopefully that memory would go away in her sleep tonight.

“Submission, or Knockout probably...least until one of us tells the other to stop.”

Bridgette’s pugilist style didn’t have much use for submission holds. Anything she could pull off was on account of her brute strength, and while that was certainly a helpful tool, she tried not to rely on it exclusively. As Bridgette brought her arms up in preparation for the fight, Laura would peel off her shirt to reveal a chiseled body compact with muscle. At least she looked like she could handle herself. Bridgette had no interest in fighting a person who couldn’t even fend for themselves. Although it was getting increasingly difficult to tell if Laura was a professional fighter or simply an overzealous fan.

The red head would mirror a similar stance to Bridgette’s own, though with open hands rather than clenched fists. Bridgette’s yellow glare peeked through her defensive stance, silently wondering if Laura actually thought she could lift her. The woman was only a little shorter, but Bridgette didn’t catch what she was doing prior to their meeting. Maybe this woman was a powerlifter. Something to be wary of.

Probably try and grapple me from behind. I’ll have to keep an eye out for that.

Since Laura was certain she was ready, Bridgette would begin to make her approach. Like a looming thunder cloud, the blue brute’s approach was slow, but encompassing. The way those yellow eyes watched Laura in an unblinking manner and her footsteps shook the ring made Bridgette seem akin to a force of nature. It would only be when the woman shot out a powerful lightning bolt of a jab that she proved her hostile intent, testing her foe with a strong but predictable opening attack.