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An Italian Sandwich

It wasn’t long before Mariah’s watchful eye locked onto something worthy of their time - she had a gift for finding fun. Reason #247 why Bubbles enjoyed spending time with her. ”Hey, hey, hey.” She gave Bubbles a poke, right in the bellybutton, then pointed over to one of the practice rings on the far side of the room. ”Check that out.”

Bubbles sat up and gave it a gander, taking note of all the women who’d gathered over there. They all seemed tired, beaten, defeated, like they’d been put through the ringer, and they’d clearly had enough for the day. As they made their way out of the gym, though, she spied something more intriguing - one fo them had stayed behind. She stood in the ring. Alone. Maybe a tad pissed off. Even so, her figure shined in the lights, glimmering over her alabaster skin. Her poise was almost regal, and her form drove that idea home, with flesh stretched tight on muscles. She was like a living statue.

”Oh, wow.” Bubbles whistled as she leaned forward and squinted, trying to get a better look. ”Who is that?”

”That,” She held up a finger with one hand while she checked her phone with the other. ”Is Diana Accera. Relatively new on the AFW scene, pretty big name. She’s gone up against some big names - doesn’t always win, but she gives hell, no matter what. Spicy Italian meatball.”

”That’s racist.”

”You’re racist.” Mariah flicked her tongue at Bubbles. “She was actually on the list of first opponents I wanted for you, but my request never went through.”

Bubbles’ nose-wrinkled. ”You don’t say.” She looked up at Mariah from the corners of her eyes. ”She looks lonely over there. Kind of bored.”

Mariah reached over and gave Bubbles’ cheek - the one on her face - a pinch. ”Indeed she does. Let’s fix that.”

A moment later, the two of them were approaching the ring with Bubbles trailing close behind, walking over to where Diana was brooding. Mariah gave the apron a slap to get her attention then waved. ”Hey, there. Ms. Accera, right?” She reached back and patted Bubble’s six pack abs. ”My lady and I couldn’t help but notice you over here, all by yourself. If you’re looking for a playmate, she’s available.”

For her part, Bubbles didn’t say anything, letting her gaze do the talking. A wide grin was on her face as she examined Diana up close, looking her over from head to toe and then doing it all over again.