Simply better

Christina smirked to herself as she walked into the arena, interested as to what type of competition she would encounter. She had a reputation of being arrogant, self-centered, and bluntly rude, but that didn't matter to her. She was here to win, not to make friends. Her smile almost instantly dropped to a frown when her shoulder bumped someone else's.
"Well thanks, I appreciate it."
She said, voice filled with sarcasm.

Yuri was listening to her ipod and texting as she walked backstage. as she walked, she accidentally bumped shoulders with someone. As she took her earphones out, she was about to apologize but then the other girls started to be very rude to her.

"I'm sorry?" she asked, getting defensive.

"Assuming that you would move, I didn't move and you bumped me."
Christina said flatly.

"Well then perhaps you should have done the moving. Do not assume I would move just for you." she said, rolling her eyes.

Christina shot a glare at her before taking a step closer to her.
"Maybe I'll make this clearer, when I'm coming," She pointed to herself,"You move." She said, jabbing Yuri in the shoulder with her index finger.
"Got it?"

"No...I will not move just because you tell me to." she said defiantly. "That is very rude and not respectful." she said, standing her ground.

Christina smiled in agitation.
"Would you rather me make you move?"
She said, running a hand through her hair.

"you can try." she replied with her hands on her hips.

Christina smiled before throwing a roundhouse directly for Yuri's stomach.

She gasped as the wind was knocked from her, but she wasn't going to give up. While she was down, she swept the other diva's feet out from under her.

Christina fell back and rolled off of her back and back to her feet. She waited for Yuri to make a move, notcing where she had hit her.