Old Long Since

Duffy paced back and forth back stage as she waited for her music to start up. She had watched as a bunch of British twats and an Australian wanker slowly and systematically made life a living hell for her and her girlfriend Bonnie Gastin. Clyde and his ex as well and although they were kind of wankers too, that made Bonnie even MORE upset so that made DUFFY more upset. She had been so upset lately that even getting sloshed out of her ass wasn't helping. She had been trying to get so shit faced that she couldn't even remember things and it had worked, kind of but she didn't like the fuzzy bits that she DID remember.

So, she thought maybe she might try something else.

Duffy had done her best to sober up and she secretly hit the gym harder and harder, trying to make sure that she was constantly working out. After the last incident after Bonnie's last match against Allison, she had been pissed but nearly helpless to stop it. She hated the assholes who were making their lives miserable and just trying to say they were in the wrong. It pissed her off and made her want to drink and not being able to do that REALLY made her mad.

Finally when her music started up, she trudged down the ramp with a microphone in hand, giving her green dress a good tug to straighten it out. She slipped into the ring and snorted into the microphone as she looked at the audience and entrance ramp. She was trying to think of the right words. Words that would be understood s she silently paced. The Scot strained for a bit to try and form the words in English but after a while, she just got frustrated.

"OI!" She barked and pointed at the entrance ramp. "Ye twats! Get down 'ere! A'hm dead doolally! Ahm pissed! A bloody bampot an scunnered too!" She spat. "All a ye! Get down 'ere an let's row! One er all o ye! A dunnae care! Ahm shattered o watchin ye think ye can just be ruddy cunts ta whoever. Start a rammy up wit ME! Right in th' ring an see 'ow THAT goes!"

Duffy spiked her microphone and continued to pace around the ring. Man, did she need a drink.

A low, tuneless noise picked up in the arena, like the sound of an aimless autumn wind, just loud enough to arouse the curiosity of the fans before the music started.

The response in the arena was oddly mixed. Many fans emphatically booed her, but some did not. Her reception was of no concern, though, as Allison stepped out onto the entrance ramp. She waited for a moment, until the music died down, and then raised a microphone to her lips.

"Hello, duckling..." She sang in a low voice. "Please, continue to serenade us with your charming attempts at speech. May I suggest, though, that you chose your words carefully... or at least, as well as you are able."

Duffy narrowed her eyes as Allison stepped out from the backstage entrance. She glared at the Brit and took one step back, as if giving Allison room to get into the ring even though she wasn't even walling down.

Duffy bent her knees, scooped up her microphone and brought her hands up. With her free hand hand she gestured towards Allison, beckoning her to come down the ramp. "English twat." Barked Duffy into the microphone and flipped Allison off. "Fuck me words an fuck YOU!" She growled. "Step into th' ring, lassie. C'mon down so Ah can pound that hackit gob a yers inta chappit, ya nyaff!"

Allison wore a pleasant little smile with stone-like eyes that betrayed no emotion. She let Duffy let off another volley of incomprehensible gutter-speak before returning her microphone to her lips.

"Darling... Being in the ring with me has never gone well for any of you. And of the lot of you, what makes you think you'd do any better?"

Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the ring, from the crowd, a girl in a black hooded sweatshirt swiftly and quietly jumped the barricade and ran for the ring. She slid under the bottom rope and came up just behind Duffy, clutching a baseball bat in her sweaty hands.

The crowd's volume rose in an incomprehensible warning and Allison cocked an eyebrow at the site just before the girl wound up and smashed Duffy across the back with the bat.

"Cause all A wannae do is wreck yer ugly pug, twat." She said, misunderstanding the crowd's cheers as swelling up in tandem for their collective desire to see Allison get pounded.

The Scot was surprised at the hard thud that blistered against her back and her eyes widened as she toppled to the ground, flopped and scrambled to the ropes, turning around with pain coated eyes and a snarl on her cheek as her lips curled tightly. One hand pressed into her back as she leaned against the ropes and stared at Emily.

A bit of saliva dripped from her lip as she huffed and stared down the red head with as much fury as her pain ridden face could muster. She was panting hard and her feet writhed in front of her as though if they got traction, she could somehow get up.

"Lassie." Duffy growled as one arm draped across the middle rope. Her eyes narrowed at Emily. "Ye should 'ave aimed fer me head."

Emily pulled her hood down and loosed her flame red hair, and adjusted her sweaty grip. She was the one with the bat, and yet Duffy seemed to still have the upper hand somehow. It gave her second thoughts about trying anything else.

She glanced up at her Aunt Sarah at the top of the ramp, looking for some sort of approval, but found none. Allison's subtle horror when watching her niece was lost somewhere between the two.

"Oh yeah?" Emily tried to shout at Duffy, but her voice came out thin. "Well... If you want a fight, here I am. Maybe I'm more your speed. Aunt Sarah would kill you!"

Duffy snorted through her nose as she wiped away the saliva from her lips. She began to slowly push her way up to a standing position and kept her eyes fixated on Emily. She could see Emily trying to look back to Allison but Duffy didn't spare the blonde a glance.

"Lassie..." She growled, taking a step forward towards Emily. "If ye're just gon nae 'ave ye'r Auntie nick me from behind while Ahm poundin yer gob... why'd ya bring th' bat?"

Whether she was stupid or fearless, it was sometimes hard to say, but Duffy took another step, testing her footing and gauging the pain still smoldering against her spine. Then, without another thought, she launched herself at Emily, looking to fold her in half with a spear.

Emily's pulse was pounding. She didn't know what to think about Duffy thinking that Allison was going to come double team her. That certainly wasn't the plan. In fact, Emily had already exhausted her plan...

She quickly jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding the freight train of a Scottish girl, and gave her a clean kick to the midsection before quickly backing away.

She tossed the bat out of the ring, it felt dirty in her hands. It was wrong. Everything felt wrong, but she knew she had to be strong and brave and assert herself, and prove to the world that she was serious. Starting with Duffy.

"Guh!"

Whether she grunted from the landing, the kick or both, Duffy paused momentarily before she scrambled up to her feet. She held her side where the boot hit momentarily then spun around. As her eyes met Emily's, she licked her lips.

"Now that's a Barry lass." Duffy said and raised her fists. "Let's row like two right, proper cunts." She smiled at Emily and inched her way forward, looking over the girl. If this was a barfight, she could expect them to just pound each other silly until one dropped but Duffy was sober enough to realize that it wasn't and, especially with this family, they probably weren't just going to go toe to toe with Duffy.

Except maybe that big one.

Duffy lunged at Emily, pretending to throw a hook at the girl's jaw but instead lashed out, trying to grab hold of Emily and reel her in. She had to keep the young girl from squirming away and running like the pussy Duffy thought her to be.

Common sense urged Emily to turn tail and run, leave the arena, never come back, but she willed herself to stand her ground. She had come so far to pursue her dream, and here she was, in the ring with someone her own size while her aunt looked on. It was as perfect an opportunity as she was ever going to have.

She settled into a fairly deep fighting stance, her rear foot up on its toes, good for kicking. Her kicks were great in the gym, and now...

"Aie!" She yelped as Duffy charged her. She threw a straight kick with her rear leg directly into Duffy's gut to keep her off, and quickly backed away again.

Meanwhile, at the top of the ramp, Allison was gone.