Part 2...
That very same evening…
*THUMP!*
“Ooouugghhh….”
*THWAP!*
“UUUuuuugghhhh….”
*SMACK!*
“Aaauuugghhhhhhhh……”
“You fucking cxnt! You don’t even have any business being in this competition you limey whore!”
Even with a mind full of hate, Jonica’s southern drawl still sounds sexy to me… The girl is like a drug but unfortunately for me I REALLY need to kick the habbit.
*THWAK!*
“AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh… th…… that was low….”
I groan bitterly as her knee greets my pussy with all the graceful air of a bus hitting a pedestrian. I try to double over but the second I pitch forward her left hand sinks into my shoulder length black hair and curls into a tight, hateful fist. With a bump she slams my head back against the wall and leans in, eye to eye. So close her scent fills my senses.
“I… I’m not here for you Jonica… This is just something I’ve got to do”
I groan. I haven’t thrown a single punch yet, nor do I plan to but something tells me Joni doesn’t share my pacifist views right now.
“Something you’ve got to do?” She growls “You already tried to do it, remember? You bombed out of the final of Miss UK like the choke artist you are! But that’s just you, isn’t it? Professional loser? The queen of ‘not quite’? Always the bridesmaid never the briAAGGKKK!!!”
I probably shouldn’t have done that but the moment she started taunting the Miss UK pageant I just saw red. My right hand flew up to her throat and I showed her JUST what the ‘choke artist’ I was. Her hands fly up to my forearm and paw at it weakly as I slowly start crushing her throat… my toned arm tensing harder and harder as her face grows paler and paler…
Then I stop. Releasing her and she staggers back a few feet gasping and retching … sucking up as much air as she can take
“YOU FUCKING PSYCHO! *gasp!* What the fuck is wrong with you?”
She pants, doubling over slightly
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen it’s just… don’t bring up London. Ok? Don’t do it…”
I finish, looking away. The mood turns decidedly awkward in the small bedroom, Jonica reaching up and scratching the back of her neck, looking down at the carpet uncomfortably
“Look… Gemma… for what it’s worth? I’m sorry about London. I was rooting for you, you know? Didn’t see what happened coming. But this isn’t YOUR country. This isn’t YOUR fucking tournament! This is mine!!! I’m not saying I’m gonna win it, some of the girls in this thing are fucking psychopaths! But at least I got this far, you know? I GOT THIS FUCKING FAR! ME! LITTLE FUCKING JONICA!”
There’s a silence for a moment as she huffs and puffs, her rage rising back to boiling point
“And I did it without you.” She growls with disdain
That last line hit harder than any of her body blows. I look up at her, my expression betraying the hurt I’m feeling
“Sorry but it’s true Rox… You left me, remember? YOU left ME. And not for the first time I might add.”
I’m the one shifting uncomfortably now
“And now? I’m finally getting my shit together, finally making something of myself and you swan back in here without even so much of a hello. SHIT! I only knew you were back in the country when the press announced you won Miss Massachusetts! How the fuck did you even do that anyway? You’re fucking British!”
“My… Grampy was from there”
“Your Grampy was an asshole!”
She shouted randomly. I tend to find that when Jonica’s angry her insults are somewhat Hail Maryish in nature, sometimes they land, other times it’s just a lot of effort and noise with no real payoff. She hesitates a little bit, knowing that last line didn’t make a whole lot of sense but still pretty mad
“Just… Just stay out of my fucking way, ok Rox? You and me? We’re done”
She finishes and storms out of my room… I collapse down on the bed. My head in my hands, holding back the tears….
“Jesus. You fuckers just don’t care who’s in the room, do you?” chirps a cocky Chicago accent from the bunk behind me
“Just shut the fuck up Illinois”
I growl back
“Make me Massachusetts”
She fires back. I can hear the smile in her voice, so happy to push my buttons. Lisa fucking Starr… Of all the girls to get bunked with I get her… I think I’d prefer Callista Quinn as a roommate… I fall back on the cot and pull the quilt over my head, pretending the world is just swallowing me up…
Meanwhile, across in the east wing…
“Hey now… Th….. this… this is all just a misunderstandin’?” Stammers little Laurie Breeze. Backing up as the rather meanacing duo of Karyn Tate & Callista Quinn…
“Look at me South Dakota. Do I look like the kind of woman who makes mistakes? Hmm?” Purrs Callista “I hardly think so. My associate and I were having a nice little training session and YOU were hiding in the shadows taking notes. You think you can usurp me? You think you can gleam enough information from my training to perhaps defeat me?”
Calli snarls as she glares at Laurie from head to toe. And for a girl as short as Laurie that doesn’t take long.
“You could have every second of every tape of every fight I’ve ever fought in your possession and you STILL wouldn’t have the first clue on how to take on a girl like me”
“Listen Lanky!” Laurie fires back, her temper getting the better of her “I just came here to use the gym! I wasn’t lookin’ to spy on you! I didn’t even know you were here until I walked down the corridor! So just…. Just back the fuck up!”
“Oh we’ll back up honey” Karyn throws in with an unhealthy dollop of mischief in her tone…
“We’ll back up over you like a truck”
Laurie starts to step back as the menacing pair approach her… The fear is written all over her face now as she swallows deeply, raising her fists defensively
“Hahahaha! Yes. Please try and make a fight of this. It would be wonderful to see you actually try and land a finger on me” Calli grins viciously
“How about if I land a finger on you?”
Karyn and Calli stop dead in their tracks, turning around and seeing the angry figure of Colleen Zeigler, Miss Montana, looming behind them. At 5’7” She’s not as tall as Callista but the way she carries it you’d think she was a giant.
She stands there, hands on hips, wearing her little country gal outfit, that chequered blouse, tight blue jeans, handmade leather chap and some cowgirl boots that look more expensive than the other three girls outfits combined. Her normally flowing blonde hair is restrained and tied back with a cowgirl hat on top and she stands, legs slightly parted like an angry hall monitor catching the class bitches in the act.
“Bitch, this isn’t your fight” Karyn snaps
“This isn’t a fight at all you sawn off little cxnt” Coleen hisses back, taking a few steps forward angrily
“Do you really want to do this Montana? It’d be a shame to see your tournament end before the first fight” Callista smirks
“Oh I don’t know… I don’t think Peccavi would throw me out of the tournament for hospitalising you. After the mouth you gave her she’d probably be quite appreciative.”
The confidence of Coleen’s reply is quite unsettling for Callista. She’s used to women cowering in front of her, not giving her back chat! She shifts on the spot a little and Coleen notices it… a menacing smile playing on her lips
“Listen Montana… y……” Callista starts but Coleen steps RIGHT into her face, inches away from the taller girl, looking up with fiery eyes
“No YOU listen California! We’ve got a long 2 weeks ahead of us and last I saw you had precious few friends in this house… Maybe in a ring you’d stand a chance against me. Hell, you’d probably be the favourite! But here? In this house? This is MY kind of fighting… This is MY world… You even look at me wrong? I’m gonna put your head through a fucking wall”
There’s a silence that seems to last forever. Laurie, ever appreciative just stands there dumbstruck, her jaw open, never imagining anyone would speak to Callista Quinn like that! Karyn on the other hand has a big smile on her face. That girl loves chaos no matter who’s instigating it…
After a few moments Callista finally replies
“I’ll remember this Montana… You better pray you get knocked out of the tournament before you meet me” she hisses and walks off. Karyn on the other hand leans in and whispers something in Coleen’s ear and gives her arse a little spank before walking away smiling, not in the least upset that her night of bullying was put to an abrupt end
Coleen stands there, blushing a little after whatever Karyn whispered but is soon brought back into the room when Laurie speaks up
“I… erm…. I don’t quite know what to say. Thanks cowgirl, appreciate that” she blushes, knowing how much trouble she was in
“Think nothing of it” Coleen smiles back, throwing her arm over Laurie’s shoulders “Us country girls gotta stick together, right? Now come on, I’ll help you train if you want the company?”
Stay tuned for Part 3 where we’ll see the first official fight of the tournament! And maybe a few unofficial fights…
x G x
