In My Best Intrest For You.

After leaving Allison's spa, Bonnie was given an ultimatum at the hands of her foe. Make Yi Lan quit AFW and she would have her rematch with the Brit. Now, Bonnie felt a little bad about having to make the little Chinese girl quit her job but at the same time, Bonnie felt she didn't belong her.

She was a softy, squishy, idealistic and foolish to have feelings of love for someone as heartless as Jocelyn. She was nutty little bat and Big Sister Bonnie was usually the type so sit down and talk to kids like that. But not here! Not now! She already tried it anyway, Yi Lan didn't listen before and Bonnie more or less doubted she would now. Still, Bonnie had no interest in violence, she was hoping she could make this a peaceful operation after laying down some cold hard facts to the young girl who clearly needed to be set straight before she got hurt in AFW.

This wrestling promotion was mean and cold. She had witnessed a lot of horrible things happen to her loved ones before finally experiencing AFW misery first hand thanks to Allison. But it was okay, Bonnie would get her back in the rematch. She'd hurt that woman and teach her a lesson about the joy she took in hurting others... Especially when they happened to be her family and her freaking girlfriend. Jocelyn was next. Both of them would feel Bonnie's wrath very soon.

For now... She had a little Yi Lan to talk to.

So Bonnie strolled up to the locker room and sat on a nearby bench outside it, crossing her arms and tapping her foot patiently. Taking her time to mull over her decison that honestly felt kind of wrong but necessary as well. "I don't have to hurt her. I shouldn't." She wasn't the villain. Allison was. And this would be for Yi Lan's best interest. She was far too gentle and idealistic. She didn't belong here. Neither did Jocelyn or Allison either.

Lan had recovered quickly after being left alone in the locker room. As distressed as she was, she didnâ€t want anyone to find her there and take advantage of her—she didnâ€t even want anyone to find her there and try to help her. She wanted to be alone. As soon as she was able to control her sobbing, she lifted herself up off of the floor, pulled her tank top back on, and ran out of the locker room, heading for her apartment, not intending to leave it again for a good long while.

She was already halfway home when she remembered that, in her haste, she had forgotten her gym bag in the locker room. Inside that bag were her cell phone, her wallet, and the keys to her apartment. She froze up in the middle of the sidewalk, earning herself some frustrated looks from other pedestrians. Slowly, reluctantly, she turned around and began walking back to the AFW arena. She walked very slowly. She did not want to be there right now. Anywhere but there.

Things went from bad to worse when she got inside and made it to the locker room. Bonnie Gastin was sitting there, outside of the locker room. Lan would freeze up again. While Bonnie hadnâ€t been mean to her, Lan was still terrified to have to talk to the American again. She wanted to extricate herself from this blood feud she had become wrapped up in. She didnâ€t want to get drawn in any further.

Bonnie slumped on the wall as she sat on the bunch, mulling over how exactly she was going to do this. If this was right or wrong, good or bad. Justified or... Whatever. Maybe it didn't matter? Again, she reminded herself of what had occurred earlier with Lan and Joceyln. That Lan was just a lost, blind child, too delicate to fight and too naive to know the person she wanted beside her was a ruthless and awful person. Big Sister Bonnie could help though.

Looking to her left, Bonnie saw down the hallway and noticed Lan, her eyes widened slightly before they narrowed softly. "Yi... Lan?" Bonnie muttered. "How's it goin', kiddo!?" Bonnie said, forcing a cheery smile across her lips as she patted the empty spot on the bench beside her, scooching over to give the girl more room to sit down as the texan invited her. Though, it was honestly up to her if she took it or not.

Her demeanor was pleasant and friendly, like her usual self. But inside Bonnie felt horrible. Being Two-Faced was not her gig. She felt like a snake and hated acting like this. "I... I think me and you got on the wrong foot earlier. Why ya don't sit down next ta' ol' Bonnie here and lets talks things out all peaceful like. Whaddya say, hun?" Bonnie said, beaming with a wide, closed-lip smile.

Bonnie saw her before she could sneak away. Now Lan was trapped. While Bonnie didnâ€t seem to be a horrible person, she was nonetheless a central part of this whole tangled, terrifying mess that Lan had gotten herself into, and the Chinese girl was only slightly more comfortable with Bonnie than she was with Allison.

If Lan said that out loud, of course, sheâ€d sound silly. Bonnie was smiling and scooting over to give Lan room to sit down next to her so that they could talk. Superficially, Bonnie seemed like the vision of cheerfulness. But Lan didnâ€t want to talk. She just wanted to be at home and be alone so she could try to forget the fact that she had gotten caught up in all of this. She needed some time to withdraw from everyone and everything and just relax. She couldnâ€t do that if Bonnie was going to try to rope her into some kind of ostensibly friendly little chat.

“Ummm…”

Lan hesitated. She would have to go past Bonnie if she wanted to get into the locker room. She could try just ignoring the American, but that might be more trouble than it was worth. Slowly, Lan would step forward, standing awkwardly in front of where the American was sitting, standing up straight, clasping her hands behind her back. She wouldnâ€t sit down, though. “I just need to go get my things,” she said, gesturing to the locker room door. “I r-really canâ€t talk right now...”

Bonnie remained pleasant, cheerful and inviting as she could make her self appear. But what she couldn't do at all was tell if Lan was being timid because she was reluctant or that it was just a normal average day for her. Either way, Bonnie was antsy inside, she wanted an answer.

Finally she got one, an answer that made Bonnie's eyes widen. "Oh! Well I can help ya!" She said almost a bit too loudly as she stood up and marched over to Yi Lan to sling an arm around her shoulders. "Busy for a match? Gotta Train? Gotta date tonight?" Bonnie questioned with machine-gun like speech.

"Well it ain't no matter! I ain't gon' take long! Lets go get yer stuff! Need I ride? I got my truck outside! Ya like Ford?" Bonnie exclaimed as she tried to tug Yi Lan with her towards the... Women's locker room. Oh yeah she forgot. It was the only locker room now. Well whatever.

Lan had hoped past hope that Bonnie would accept her excuse and would not engage her any further. But Bonnie did not seem to be dissuaded in the slightest when Lan told her that she couldnâ€t stay and chat. She stood up, talking loudly and gregariously—though in a way that was vaguely intimidating to Lan—and slung an arm around the Chinese girlâ€s shoulders. Lan flinched when she felt the limb lay across her collar.

“U-uhhm…” she gurgled, still hesitant to speak with Bonnie. While the American certainly didnâ€t appear threatening right now, Lan had seen her beat Jocelyn to a near-pulp mere hours earlier. And even if Bonnie truly was the nicest human being on the planet, getting involved with her meant diving deeper and deeper into the strange feud between the American and Allison. Under no circumstances did Lan want to go any deeper than she already was. She felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage, and longed for an opportunity to escape from Bonnie.

But none were forthcoming. “Umm…no…n-no…no…” she muttered, quietly answering each of Bonnieâ€s rapid-fire questions. “I…” Bonnie cut her off, asking her more questions and pulling her into the locker room. “Uh…Ford?” Lan looked at Bonnie blankly. Her father had only ever owned Changâ€an Motors vehicles. One of her married sisters had a husband who drove a BYD. Lan had never driven a car at all, and knew very little of all the different brands there were, especially the American ones.

“R-really…I can get my, uh, my stuff myself. You d-donâ€t have to help me.”

Bonnie nodded along as Lan answered her questions. She said she was busy but it appeared to Bonnie that she wasn't exactly too occupied. Girl needed to speak up! But she didn't know what a ford was? Bonnie just laughed. Maybe she'd show her. She didn't mind being with friendly with Yi Lan, clearly she wasn't like Allison or Jocelyn... For better or worse.

"You ain't know Ford? Not even Chevy? Well that's okay!" Bonnie stated pleasntly as they entered the locker room. "Aw naw, girl. I don't mind helpin ya out. Just 'cause I have... Differences with Jocelyn don't mean I dun' like you." Bonnie said simply before giving a Lan a sudden pat on the back with some force against her skin, maybe even making a clapping sound emit from her.

"Speaaakin' of which. How is she? She been treatin' ya right? Y'all goin through a rough patch or is she always so... Upset?" Bonnie chose her words carefully while keeping herself from saying something insulting towards Jocelyn.

“No, I donâ€t…” Lan replied. She didnâ€t know cars. Especially American cars. Thankfully, Bonnie didnâ€t seem to get angry with her at all. Things did get a little awkward—a little more awkward—when Bonnie mentioned Jocelyn. Lanâ€s cheeks reddened a little and she turned her gaze down to the ground. She didnâ€t want to talk about Jocelyn right now. Especially not with Bonnie. She grunted softly when Bonnie clapped her on the back.

“I…you really d-donâ€t need to help m-me…” she said, though it was obvious that Bonnie wasnâ€t going to take no for an answer. Lan reddened further when Bonnie asked about how things were going with Jocelyn. As if Lan and Jocelyn were actually a couple. Lan glanced over at Bonnie, trying to figure out if the American was mocking her.

“She…I think sh-sheâ€s always, uh…that upset…” Lan replied quietly. “B-but…but Iâ€ve only met her a f-few times. Weâ€re not…uh, weâ€re not…you know…”

"But I insist!" Bonnie argued, pulling Lan into the locker room but hoping the gal would at least guide her towards where her locker was in that huge ass locker room that housed the lockers for so many girls it was unfunny. Honestly Bonnie was surprised two chick's weren't making out right then and their. She hadn't done really anything in Friction but she'd been around enough to know a few things.

Bonnie continued to dig deep though, into this relationship between Lan and Jocelyn, hoping to get at something.

"You're not dating and you let her treat you horribly?" Bonnie has asked, her tone much more serious as she lifted her arm off of Yi Lan. "She's not a good person, you know? I don't really expect you to care, considering I didn't have the best introduction but the reason why I was so violent with you and her is because she was violent with two people I care about Very Deeply. Understand?" Bonnie said sternly as she crossed her arms.

"She stomped on my girlfriend's head. Handcuffed my brother to the ring to make him watch me get tortured by Jocelyn and Allison. He begged them to stop, they laughed and kept going. I couldn't fight back, Jocelyn injured my knee and put me in the hospital. That's the person you defended."

"...Being with her is a mistake."

Lan would turn in the direction of her own locker, passing by row after row until she came to the one towards the end where hers was located. Glancing to the side at Bonnie, Lan hesitated to walk over to her own locker. She was still hoping that Bonnie would go somewhere else and leave her to her own devices. But the American seemed to be sticking to her like glue.

“Really…thank you, but Iâ€ll be fine…” Lan tried to insist, rather meekly. She couldnâ€t really muster up anything more than half-hearted pleading. She already felt very worn down today. And, when the conversation veered towards her relationship—if one could call it that—with Jocelyn, she felt as if she might crumble into little pieces right then. She didnâ€t want to talk about this right now. “I…I know sheâ€s not good. Wait, no, I mean, she d-doesnâ€t…if I thought she was r-right and you w-were wrong, I would have…I wouldnâ€t have just t-tried to get, uh, in-between, y-you know? I wouldâ€ve…I wouldâ€ve tried to fight.”

Lan took a deep breath. She was going to start crying unless she could rein herself in. She certainly did not want to cry right now, just talking to Bonnie. There was no reason for tears right now. “I know sheâ€s done terrible things…b-but…itâ€s all Allisonâ€s fault!” Lan nodded emphatically, her eyes misty. “When I first met her, I s-saw something in her eyes. I m-mean, I j-just think that…she r-really is good inside. And then the second time we m-met, we were g-going to get lunch together. We didnâ€t, but, I mean, it r-really was m-my fault.”

“She…she doesnâ€t want to do all of this…itâ€s all Allisonâ€s fault…J-Jocelyn wants to r-reach out…make a connection…I th-think. I think…”