[b][color=yellow]Michael Watts a.k.a Omega[/color][/b]

Michael had been enjoying the sparring match with Wicked. She had moves he'd never seen before besides from movies. He was holding his one though. When she knocked him down, he landed on his ass with a grunt. He breathed hard as a bit of sweat beads appeared to be on his face. He had enough sparring for one day, and he was glad he did it.

"Maybe I just knew you'd be the one to bring that winning smile back on my face." Michael said a little out of breath but smiling. "So... do you like it? Or do you still think I want something else?" He asked as he narrowed his eyes intensely into hers. It was like his face was telling to her to make a move if she had the guts to. Michael was afraid of only a few things, good or bad, Wicked was not one of them.