MATCH 1 - MINKA KELLY VS. JENNIFER LAWRENCE!
“He-hello? Anyone.... anyone here?” Jennifer Lawrence poked her head inside, after opening the door slightly ajar, but finding the gym empty. Clad in black gym shorts and a black sports bra, hair in a ponytail, and with a black bag on her shoulder, she took a couple nervous steps inside, and looked around, but it seemed, for the moment, she was alone. Which was... odd. The e-mail said to meet her here, for some “friendly exercise”, and the address was correct, but... where was SHE? “Oh, well. I guess I'm early. Might as well get a good look around.”
Dropping her bag near the door, the blonde took a tour around the gym. A line of treadmills and elliptical machines along one wall, with a bunch of weight machines in one of the opposite corners, and a trio of punching bags hanging in the other. Plus, of course, the wrestling ring in the centre of it all.... It was a decent set-up, even if the whole place was a bit too dank and musty for her liking. But why HERE? EFW headquarters had MUCH better facilities for working out then THIS place in the middle of nowhere. So why- Unless.... No, no. If Minka had wanted to fight her, she would have asked. Just because that “Hit List” e-mail was kinda threatening, didn't mean that Minka didn't have any honor or anything, right? Right. There were no ulterior motives. This was just a work out date. To which Minka was late. Which was kind of annoying, since Minka WAS the one who had invited Jennifer here, but hey... that just meant she could get a head start.
Heading back to her bag, she couldn't help notice the number of exits in this place; there were the doors she came in, plus another door all the way on the opposite side of the room that clearly lead up to the offices of this place, as well as another door between the weights and the punching that, judging from the plaque above it, clearly lead to the showers and bathrooms. She always took note of the exits in a room, as a safety precaution in case there was a fire. It was just one of her quirks. Reaching her bag, she lifted it back up onto her shoulder, and bit her lip as she looked around, trying to decide where to start, before opting for the treadmills.
On the move, Jennifer unzipped her bag and reached inside, pulling out both her iPod and ear buds, which she quickly plugged in to her iPod and then placed in her ears. Dropping the bag next to the treadmill, she stepped up onto it and then hit shuffle on her iPod as she placed it in the cup holder of the treadmill, smiling when one of her favourite songs, Cake's “Short Shirt, Long Jacket”, burst through the ear buds and into her skull. Another of Jennifer's quirks was that she liked playing her music really, really LOUD, as was evident in the fact that she turned up the volume a couple notches. After taking a few steps on the treadmill, the console lit up, and Jen reached up and hit the Quick Start button, setting the treadmill for a 30 minute work out.
Jen was also the kind of girl who got pretty absorbed in her workout pretty quickly, which is probably why she didn't notice that the hooded figure, who had been watching her from the office windows this whole time, was just entering the gym proper, slowly closing the door behind it as not to make any noise. Then, taking out a key from her pocket, the figure locked the door behind it, slipping it back into the pocket of it's hoodie as it slowly stalked it's way up behind the big blonde on the treadmill. Standing behind her for a good minute, watching as Jen rocked out on the treadmill, screaming “SHOOOOOOOOORT SKIRT AND A LOOOOOOOONG JACKET!”, before slipping in beside her, raising her arm high in the air..... and tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
“Sorry I'm late,” said the figure, pulling back her hood to reveal herself as the gorgeous brunette Minka Kelly, who tried and failed to stifle a laugh upon seeing Jen jump comically off of the treadmill, hand on her chest as she panted from shock, “Traffic was... kind of a bitch.”
“No, no... it's okay,” said Jen, still slightly in shock, pulling out her ear buds and putting them with her iPod as she fanned herself a little, “It's just that... well...”
“What?” Minka asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well... and I know this might sound crazy, but... I dunno,” said Jen, sheepishly, looking down at her feet, “I GUESS - and this was only in the BACK of my mind – I was just a little worried that the only reason you invited me here was to... ambush and fight and beat the crap out of me.”
“Well... that's a QUARTER right,” Minka replied, a mischevous glint in her eyes.
“Woah, woah, woah,” said Jen, backing up, fists raised, “If you wanna fight me, fine. I think I can take you. But why the hell'd you have to be so sneaky about it, huh?”
“Because I was worried, if I asked you in person,” said Minka, who had her turn at being sheepish, hands behind her back, pausing momentarily as she looked down at her toes, “that you would.... well... say no.”
“Really?” shouted Jen, half-surprised, half-offended, hands still raised in a fighting stance, “You expect me to believe this coming from the girl who sent a threatening e-mail to EVERY GIRL ON THE ROSTER, saying she'd kick their asses?”
“Ohhhh, THAT,” said Minka, with a laugh, “Well... you know how it is, being the new girl in a new league, don't you? You gotta make an impression to get yourself noticed. And I thought that was the best, most creative way to do so. You shouldn't worry. It really WAS an empty threat.”
“Well, I guess I understand that,” said Jen, as she slightly lowered her fists, she herself having only joined the league a few months ago and was still trying to work her way up the ranks, “But... you really thought I'd say NO if you challenged me in person?”
“Well... yeah,” said Minka, scratching the back of her head, “I mean, sure, I'm a wee bit taller, yeah, but your still a LOT bigger then me. Figured I'd be just be a... well... waste of time.”
“Are you KIDDING me?”, said Jen, finally seeing there really was nothing to fear and suddenly leaping right over the treadmill and embracing Minka in a big hug, “I would freaking LOVE to have a match with you! And you shouldn't sell yourself short, girl. You have a GREAT body!”
“Awww.... thanks,” said Minka, blushing, and struggling to breath at the same time, “But... your... crushing... me!”
“Oh! Crap!” said Jen, quickly releasing Minka, who backed up, hunched over, holding her ribs, “I'm SO sorry about that, Minka! I, uh... guess I don't know my own strength sometimes!”
“It's... it's alright,” said Minka, straightening up but still rubbing her sore ribs, “So... when do you want to have that match, then?”
“Well.... how about now?” asked Jen, with a smile, clearly getting excited.
“Now?” asked Minka, raising an eyebrow, “I dunno. I don't even have my ring gear with me.”
“Well, hey, neither do I!” replied Jen, waving her hands up and down to point out what she herself was wearing, “But that's okay. We can go easy on each other, ya know? A little... practice match. And, besides.... this IS a work-out date, right? And what better way to work up a sweat is there then a wrestling match?”
“Well... alright,” said Minka, smiling, “You've convinced me. Let's get it on!”
“Race you to the ring!” shouted Jen, before taking off at a run towards the ring.
“Gotcha, bitch,” muttered Minka under her breath, watching for a moment as Jen slid into the ring and started running the ropes, “Time for the fun to start.”
(To be continued... 
Yeah, I know. I'm such a tease, heh.)
