Beatrix Kiddo walked into the boxing area of the swanky gym not far from Bill's San Juan apartment.
A familiar tall, blue-eyed, Amazonian blonde was in the corner… long ponytail whipping around as she viciously attacked the punching bag. A black racer-back tank and matching black Adidas sweatpants showed off her lovely figure. Beatrix couldn't help watching as Elle Driver delivered a series of short sharp punches with considerable power and perfect precision.
Beatrix flipped back and forth between admiration for her gorgeous body and beautiful face… and admiration for her flawless technique. She wasn't the only one watching as Elle punched and kicked with what seemed like lightning speed. She could see several men eying Elle up and whispering among themselves.
Elle turned around, a smile curving the corners of her lovely lips when she caught sight of Beatrix. Beatrix couldn't help wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips. A grin spread over Elle's face and Beatrix realized she was staring. Again.
She put a causal smile as she walked towards her and said brightly "Hey Elle." "Hey Bea" replied Elle airily "Come for a workout?" she asked. "Yes. I thought I might find a new… sparring partner" Beatrix said, unable to keep a flirtatious note out of her voice. "Well I'm free… if you wanna give me… a try" Elle replied, her tone ever-so-slightly suggestive. "Bring it" said Beatrix with a grin.
Elle took of her boxing gloves and wrapped stands of black fabric around each of her hands. Beatrix shrugged off her jacket to reveal an outfit a lot like Elle's but in yellow, with black stripes. Elle gave her a once over, a smile on her face. It wasn't many people who would look good in that color… but she looked great. Her slightly-wavy long blonde hair was in two plaits and there were strips of fabric wound around both hands.
Half a dozen people stopped to watch as the two blondes got into the ring.
They looked at each other as if to ask if the other was the ready. They gave each other an almost imperceptible nod.
In a flurry of motion they sprung into action… Beatrix darting in with lightning fast jabs that Elle easily blocked with her arms. Elle retaliated with a kick toward Beatrix's shins that she only barely managed to dodge. Before she could recover Elle was launching a high kick at her head. Beatrix stepped aside, grabbing her leg and throwing her. The crowd that had assembled gasped as Elle went flying, curling into a ball and rolling as she hit the ground. Elle flipped to her feet, her stomach muscles screaming in protest.
She got Beatrix on the defensive, launching into a pattern of punches and knife strikes that gave Beatrix no time to retaliate. Several strikes found their mark, making Beatrix grit her teeth in pain. Elle narrowly dodged a roundhouse kick to the stomach. She managed to snag Beatrix's leg, sending her crashing hard into the ropes. Beatrix swore under her breath, grabbing the rope to keep her balance.
Elle's grin taunted her. She launched a stream of punches and kicks at her opponent. Elle took the first few on her arms and legs but finally Bea managed to hit her with a rip to the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
Elle grimaced and flung herself at Beatrix tackling her. Beatrix landed on the floor, Elle on top of her, pinning her. She couldn't help noticing how close she was… the weight of her body on hers… the scent of her perfume. Focus Bea… she thought... you're losing…
She pushed herself, Elle falling off her to roll a few pace. Both women got gingerly to their feet. Both had sustained a few bruises. They circled each other warily, searching for weaknesses in the others defence.
Suddenly Beatrix attacked, leaping off the floor and launching herself at Elle in a flying kick that would end the fight.
Elle sidestepped the kick grabbing Beatrix and throwing her. The younger woman crashed heavily to the floor. She tried to get up with a groan but ended up laying back down, her face chagrined.
The assembled crowd clapped as Elle approached, a smug smile on her face. "That flying kick was bit below the belt wasn't it?" Elle said with a grin.
Beatrix grinned back wickedly. "No… this is…" she said sweetly, sweeping Elle's feet from under her and making her fall heavily beside her on the canvas.
The crowd clapped again and both the blonde's looked at each other.
"Where did you get so good?" Elle asked as Beatrix got to her feet, holding out a hand. Elle accepted the proffered hand as Beatrix helped her to her feet. "I've studied kickboxing and martial arts since I was five" Beatrix said with a smile. "So what…10 years?" Elle said teasingly. Beatrix laughed. "I may be young… but I have plenty of experience" Beatrix said with a grin. "I'll bet…" Elle said dryly.
"So… can I buy a drink for the victor?" Elle asked. "Lead the way… loser" Beatrix said playfully as they picked up their stuff and left the room.