Acon sighed and pried Ani's legs open with ease. Lifting her head, she swung her foot around and brought her heel down hard on Ani's skull. Moving to a crouching position, Acon kept her foot on the back of his head, pinning his face to the mat. "I don't know what the hell you're doing, but this isn't wrestling, baby face." She chuckled and stood, keeping her foot on the back of Ani's head. "Maybe try out for that, cause you're good and could give these suckers a run for their money." Finally, Acon got off Ani and walked to the door of the sparing room where the bull she'd fought earlier draped his arm over her shoulder and kissed her sweetly. "Good job today, babe." He chipped.