Kelly Conway's Number One Fan!

Jessica sighed. She had bought a Kelly Conway t-shirt with Kelly's stupid face and stupid costume plastered all over it at the little gift shop in the arena. The Violent Violet felt like punching the gift shop girl when she smirked and said no, they didn't have any Jessica Wright memorabilia. A right hook would have cleared that stupid grin right off her face. But no. She was playing it cool for now. The plan was simple- find Kelly Conway, act like she was a fan, get close to her. And then get a title shot. Maybe by stealing the contract. Maybe because someone would take a closer look at her if she was seen around the contenders. Jessica was already one of the top contenders for the title shot in her own mind, but she needed someone to confirm it. And get her in the ring.

Jessica prowled the halls of the arena, looking for any signs of Kelly Conway. Her promo just ripped and she was really damn good at Avalanche. She was willing to admit that, at least. Jessica looked down. The shirt clashed horribly with her purple hair and her dark jeans. The red wrestling boots completed the clown look and Jessica wandered around the halls in a mishmash of colors. It was understandable that all the people she passed rolled their eyes or looked confused at the 5'10 mean looking girl walking through the halls.

The Violent Violet finally found the door she wanted. There amongst the hundreds of side rooms of the arena was a door that said Kelly Conway on the side. She closed her eyes again. Pretending to be a fan wasn't hard. But it was going to be embarrassing. She just hoped no one was taking picture of her right now.

Jessica rapped her knuckles against the door and waited.

Jessica wanted to punch her right then and there. Just a punch to the face to show her what is what. That Jessica Wright, the feared and impressive wrestler wasn't anyone bitch. That the Violent Violet wasn't the type to go around asking for autographs. And even then 100 yen? That wasn't even a penny. Jessica thought the whole point of that was to make people pay to bask in this bitch's presence.

But Jessica screwed her face into a contorted, pained smile. This was going to be rougher than she thought. "Oh no, I already bought your autograph online. See, I am your number one fan! I mean, I am a wrestler here at AFW too, but I am not anywhere near as good as you are!" Jessica took a deep breath. That was the only way she could think of not to roll her eyes. "But I have seen all of your matches. You are soooooo great! That Adrian girl is such a bitch, right?" That so sounded a little sarcastic, Jessica thought. Time to dial it back a little bit.

She pushed the door open and barged inside with or without Kelly's approval. It was true that she had seen all of Kelly's matches or all of the ones she could find. She was a good fighter and more importantly a good cheater. And Jessica appreciated that in a way. The Violent Violet scanned the room for the contract and came up empty. When she looked back and Kelly her big dopey smile was back on her face. "I am Jessica, by the way. It is so nice to meet you!"

Jessica narrowed her eyes. That was the only way to not puke. Kelly could have told her that? That she was so much better than Jessica? The red mist would have descended had Jessica not told herself to be cool. She could do this. It was just an exercise in patience. It was a very Japanese thing to do and when in Rome...

The Violent Violet accepted the handshake and tried to squeeze the shit out of Kelly. While she was playing the role of sycophant, she was also still Jessica- and Jessica is strong and not afraid to show it. "Ah, those virgin nerds. Who likes those scrawny little Japanese men anyway? But really? I just don't believe that a good honest American girl like you wouldn't be absolutely swamped in adoration from your fellow wrestlers. Or at least respect. Like I do."

Jessica wrapped her other hand around Kelly. Just to make it seem like they were closer. "I am an good old fashioned American just like you. I am just a corn-fed country girl from Iowa myself. And we don't care what others think! Even back home everyone watched you light it up. The ones that had TVs, that is." Oh yea. Jessica was going to hurl. Or punch this girl. One of the two.

Be yourself.
Be yourself.
Jessica chuckled a bit at that. The real Jessica would have tried to put this blonde woman's head through the fucking door. Oh no, Kelly was going to get the real Jessica sooner or later. That was a sure thing.

The Violent Violet shrugged. "I didn't mean to try too hard. It's just that everything I do I go 100%. Even 110%. But I just saw that you are in the arena and wanted to come uh, hang out I guess." Jessica finished weakly.

"But I want to hear all about this Taylor bitch. She seems like a massive whore. And every time I see her stupid face I want to bash her head in. And I didn't even get to go to Avalanche..."

That was the trick. She finally opened up Kelly a little bit and got her to talk a little. The Violent Violet had even gotten an admission that the contender liked her. This was a very good start. "I don't cater to my fans either." As if she had throngs of people lining up to chant her name. "But I just saw you and I couldn't help it!" Jessica tugged at her shirt a little bit to try and get Kelly to notice it. That would butter her up a little more, she hoped.

"And ah yeah, Taylor is just awful. I heard she was fucking a ton in the locker room. And girls besides Akashi, too. I just want to bash her stupid little smile in and rip those pig tails right off her stupid blonde head." Jessica didn't hate Taylor that much, honestly. She coveted the belt for sure and would do anything she could to get her hands on it. But she had never even seen the girl except for on TV nor had she heard anything about her supposed promiscuousness. But that wasn't going to stop her.

"And Avery." Jessica punched her open hand. "What a bitch. God I just want to rip her head off." Jessica seethed. God she hated that girl. "But you will get your title shot. I know it."