Akuma With Me

Syd only glanced up at Allie foe a second, then her eyes went back to the TV.

"I have a bed," she said. "You gonna watch wrestling with me?"

Allie huffed at Syd's response. "It's not a bed, Syd. I'll look for a good one for you tomorrow." Instead of answering Syd, she looked around and grabbed Syd's brush. She then sat behind Syd and took the long, silky hair in her hand. After taking a moment to nuzzle it in appreciation, she began to meticulously run the brush through it.

"Have you watched much of it?" She asked, almost as if the two hadn't had any kind of falling out earlier. "I should probably watch more but..." Allie sighed as she brushed, looking over Syd's shoulder to see what was on.

"I don't really care about wrestling unless you're in the ring, to be honest."

Syd just snorted. Her mattress was as much a bed as anything else, t just wasn't high off the ground or fancy like Allie's. It was fine.

She shrugged. "That's 'cause you're not a lesbian. Wrestling is for lesbians. There's guys too, though. You'd like the champ, or the retard surfer guy. I like Adrian Kytes. She's like the perfect lesbian, except for being a whiny little bitch."

She paused while the girl on TV Irish whipped her opponent into the ropes and sent her down to the mat with a boot to the face. She rolled back and forth, covering her face with her hands while the other girl laughed and mocked her. It was really exciting.

"You should probably watch it. You came all the way here because of it. If you..." She hesitated, and then though better of saying it.

"Adrian Kytes?!" Allie blurted. She had to keep from tugging on Syd's hair while she fumbled for a moment. "It's shocking that THAT'S who you think the perfect lesbian is..."

Allie paused, flashed a glance at the screen and went back to brushing. She was sure she could do it all night. Why couldn't the rest of Syd be as awesome as her hair?

"Anyways, if I what?"

"Yeah," Syd said calmly. She could get used to having her hair brushed... It was so relaxing that she had to consciously make sure she didn't fall asleep. "She just seems... really gay. Not for show. There are a lot of porno-lesbians around that do it for the crowd, but Adrian seems like a... genuine homo."

She let out a hiss of a sigh. She was beginning to feel like a broken record. "If you wanted to know about wrestling, I could teach you things. Or if you ever wanted to learn basic moves. I know it's stupid, so just forget it."

"Uhhh... that's weird." Allie said. "I figured if you were into girls, you were into girls." She never really thought about it too much. It was kind of weird that Syd HAD but at the same time it kind of wasn't.

Allie turned her head at Syd's words. "I guess I should know a little bit." She said. "Just enough so I know that I know what I'm talking about." Allie didn't really know any of the moves or any of that stuff. She didn't NEED to know in her mind.

"I don't know about moves though. I really don't think I'm built for any of that." She said. Allie set down the brush and rested her chin on Syd's shoulder and looked at the television. "Ok, Syd, tell me about wrestling. Tell me what's going on right now."

Syd didn't say anything at first. She felt stupid for bringing it up again, and now that Allie had relented she felt patronized. On the screen, the bad girl had helped up the good one by the hair before planting her back on the mat with a sitout facebuster. The good one's legs kicked on impact, and then she just covered her face and slowly writhed in pain. Syd couldn't resist.

"Well, this one is beating the other one's face in, and it's awesome. She threw her into the ropes, which makes it so you have to turn and bounce off on your back, otherwise you'll just hit and fall over backwards, and then when she came back the first girl was already there to kick her in the fucking face. While the chick is worrying about turning and running the ropes, you have a second to set something up. And then that facebuster, she's keeping her down and hitting her where it hurts. Look at her, this bitch probably doesn't know where she is right now. Working over someone's face is like... mean and effective and hot. She's probably gonna cry."

She watched as the bad girl messed with the suffering girl's blonde hair and mocked her some more. She was excited to see what she would do next as she wrapped her hands into the girl's hair and began to pull her straight up, but suddenly the blonde grabbed on and lifted the bad girl up to drop her down on her knee, making her spring back up before collapsing to the mat holding her tailbone and her crotch. The blonde's face was bloody and bruised, she was obviously dizzy, but now she was smiling while she watched the bad girl groaning in pain.

"And that's fucking bullshit," Syd grumbled. She hated seeing her girl lose, even if she had only first seen the girl a few minutes earlier. On TV, the bad girl began to push up onto her palms, and the blonde closed on her with a soccer kick to the face that dropped her back down.

Syd didn't know what to make of the brutal turnaround. "Damn..."

"Ooooh..."

Allie whispered as Syd explained. She still didn't quite get it, but she liked hearing Syd talk. It was the most she'd ever said in one sitting and it seemed like Syd had a real passion for wrestling. Or mangling people. It was probably one in the same.

Allie yawned cutely as she watched the match continue. She was starting to get sleepy. Her head tilted to the side and leaned against Syd's. "I couldn't do it." She said finally. "Look at that girl's face. I'd never put my cute face on the line like that"

Allie then sighed. "You have a pretty face too, Syd. I wouldn't wanna see it like that either." Allie winced at the soccer kick. "Everyone's so... mean..." She added. "I thought you guys were supposed to just grab each other and roll around. Everyone's, like, as bad as you."

Allie's arms wrapped around Syd's body suddenly and squeezed. "Promise me you won't let anyone do that to you, Syd!"

"Well, I don't plan on it..." Syd said stiffly. She didn't know what to do with Allie attached to her, so she did nothing at all and kept watching.

On TV, the blonde stomped down to scrape the sole of her boot over the bad girl's face, making her shriek in pain and roll onto her stomach. Then the blonde planted a knee on the back of the girl's neck and pulled her head up by the hair and began taunting her.

"What's the matter, darling?" Came her prissy, young, English voice, saccharine and full of malice. She slipped her fingers inside the girl's cheek and pulled back sharply while the bad girl strained to turn her head to the side.

Well, at this point Syd didn't know who the bad one was. Maybe one was bad, and the other worse. She liked it.

The screams of the tawny-skinned victim made the hair stand up on Syd's neck, while the blonde went to work raking her nails across her face and digging into her eyes. The ref quickly disqualified her before she could blind the girl, but she didn't let up. Her hateful, petulant, posh voice played against the hot-blooded screams of the loser.

"Wow..." Syd marveled. "We should do that. Where's this match from? I wonder how old it is." She turned and looked at Allie, with considerably more life in her features than she had ever shown her before. "You say I don't like anything, but I like this. And I know you think I'm a psycho, but you say that like it's a bad thing." She looked back at the TV, where other girls in t-shirts, presumably other wrestlers, were pulling the vicious blonde off of the sobbing Indian girl. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. She licked her lips, and her chest rose and fell with each excited breath.

"Do you want to see that happen to your sister?"

"Good."

Allie said, her arms falling to her sides. She lifted her head and then scooched away from Syd. She was starting to get uncomfortable, now that she was getting tired. She stretched out, yawned and then grabbed a pillow. She laid it on Syd's leg and then rested her head on it.

"I noticed." Allie said, smiling. "It's nice to see some life in you, even if it's just over two skanks murdering each other. And... you can do that. I don't mind when you're psycho, as long as you keep it to the ring. Or, at least directed at other people. I'm still pissed that you punched me." She grumbled the last bit. She was too relaxed to do anything more than bitch though.

Allie yawned again and then looked at the television. Those girls were brutal. There were pretty nasty people in wrestling. Syd was one of them. Allie probably was in a different way, though she wouldn't admit it.

"If I just wanted to beat her up, I wouldn't have come out to Japan to do it. I want her to know that I am better than her. That of all the Parkers in the world, I'm the best one and that I don't even need to put on a pair of wrestling boots to be better than her at the thing she picked for a career. Probably because she never even graduated from high school and the best thing she could hope for was finding a place where they pay you to get beaten up." Allie wrinkled her nose at the television as she pictured Taylor's face.

"Maybe that can happen to her a little." She added.