Seeing Red [for Mystery & Liesmith]

Chelsea had her right where she wanted her when suddenly someone ran past her and entered the ring. Her first thought was that they had a forth member to there clique and they were in big trouble. "H-hey leave Mikayla alone you-" she was cut off as she saw the fellow redhead tackle one of the tainers to the ground, thank god, she was on there side. Or at least had a beef with them as well. "Nevermind."

Since it seemd to ne even three a piece, it meant she could focus on her opponent. Who was stil trying to get loose from her hold. Suddenly the girl actually had the nerve to bring her mouth down and bite her, Chelsea screamed as she let go and rolled away, getting back to her feet as the trainer grabbed around her neck!

It seemed that, too busy gloating over being about to punch Mikayla in the face, the red-headed trainer hadn’t been paying any attention whatsoever to her surroundings. She and the one – two? – fighting on the outside at least had the excuse of being busy. What the third one’s excuse had been, Alicia really didn’t know and to be honest, she didn’t much care either. She was a bit busy as her impromptu takedown took the other woman completely by surprise and sent them both tumbling towards the ropes.

With the advantage of her MMA experience and not being shocked by having another body slam into hers at high speed, the kickboxer had the advantage. She also knew exactly what she wanted to do, which was get behind her opponent. For a moment, she’d been thinking it was Mikayla’s trainer friend – Aless? – but the build and face were all wrong. Good, she didn’t need to feel at all guilty about this then.

Bigger, stronger, fresher and way better motivated, Alicia grabbed the other woman’s head and slammed it against the mat as best she could when she started fighting back in earnest. She did it again and then it was easy to get behind the other woman. But when she went for the choke, things got interesting.

She wasn’t in any danger of losing her place at the back but securing a sleeper was trickier than it should have been and the trainer was making sure to keep herself out of position for a bodyscissors as she squirmed. Either she’d recognised the kickboxer or she’d just decided she wanted no part of her legs. Either way, this was taking longer than she’d have liked.

The two struggled, Alicia focused on getting her choke braced and tightened, her opponent on keeping her arm from closing around her neck. It was an even struggle, one that could have gone either way. That was until the other redhead rolled the wrong way and Alicia’s thick thighs closed about her body like the jaws of a vice. The instantaneous pressure wrung a shrill scream from the trainer, one that only lasted a moment before the kickboxer’s sleeper hold slammed into place around her neck.

And then it was all over bar the thrashing as the British amazon tightened her grip mercilessly. The last glimpse she’d had of Mikayla suggested that she’d had things well in hand but she still didn’t want to linger.

Mikayla's legs did find their mark, snaking inside of the brunette's dangerously as the blonde pinned the other woman's wrists to the mat. The trainer's face contorted in fear as Mikayla stared down at her through dangling blond hair, but the fear quickly gave way to horrible scowl and a shriek as Mikayla's powerful gams forced the brunette's legs apart and forced them to bend in places human legs were not supposed to bend. The trained rolled and thrashed, but Mikayla, vastly stronger and heavier, barely let her move, only sinking in the grapevine tighter as her legs straightened. Both angered and in disbelief at the mess, Mikayla fumbled for something to say to her now-trapped attacker, but she could not form words before she heard a scream from the side of the ring and saw the third trainer getting the better of her newest hero, the recently-introduced Chelsea. Catching her breath and too good-hearted not to worry about the scuffle that she had a part in dragging Chelsea into, Mikayla looked between the writhing brunette and the fight at the side of the mat, before her legs gave up their pressure on the brunette, who rolled onto her side as Mikayla got up.

"Don't you go anywhere!", the blonde demanded, just knowing the brunette was going to run away, to her dismay.

The blonde did not waste time, sliding out of the ropes where the trainer stood shaking Chelsea and holding her by the neck. Mikayla's arms wrapped around the assailant's neck from behind, too, and she yanked back, unlatching the trainer from Chelsea with ease brought on by the suddenness of her attack. Mikayla yanked the woman to her left, leading the trainer roughly back to the side of the mat and shoving her up against it. The woman collided with the mat in all the wrong ways, and Mikayla was sure that the wind was knocked out of the trainer when she slowly slumped down onto her knees, clutching her stomach. "You alright?", she asked Chelsea, glancing back to her fellow wrestler and catching her breath.

Chelsea wasnt about to let this trainer bite her and get away with it that so easily, as the hold was locked in around her neck she began to grab at her locked hands and tried to slowly pry her arms off, though the girl had the hold locked in pretty well she could slowly make progress with it. She eventually considered biting it when suddenly the trainer let go of her own volition.

Chelsea turned around to see the trainer getting chocked out by Mikayla, a sput of anger came over her as she felt annoyed that the girl felt she needed to be saved she quickly got over it, the blonde seemed to be the kind of person who just didnt like others getting hurt rather then her underestimating her skills. When Mikayla quickly took the trianer down and looked at her she simply nodded. "Yeah, was just about to bite her in return but that works two." She said, the trainer started to crawl back to her feet only for the redhead to run and hit her with a soccer style kick to the gut sending her back to the floor coughing. "I think were just about done here."

Locked on to the other woman’s neck and ribs, Alicia wasn’t really paying attention to the other two fights. She was focused on methodically knocking this one out and, while she had training and experience, it wasn’t recently in multi-person brawls like this. True, there’d been the triple-threat match but that had been something else.

Her instinct was to focus on one opponent at a time, then move onto the next. And, from everything she’d seen of Mikayla, she was plenty sure that the blonde bombshell would be able to handle herself against one opponent easily. Judging by the screech that came from over to the side, Mikayla was in the process of doing just that.

So Alicia focused on finishing her own opponent, enduring her struggles and waiting for the inevitable moment where she just lost consciousness. Then she released the other woman, rolling away to a crouch to take in what was going on.

Mikayla was on the outside, helping the other wrestler finish off the third person. In the ring, Alicia was alone with the dark-haired woman who she suddenly recognised.

That was the trainer she’d knocked out the day she and Mikayla met.

But Alicia didn’t have time to dwell – the brunette was straightening up on wobbly legs, as if she’d strained something, and looking like she was about to bolt.

So the British amazon stepped pointedly between her and safety.

”Going somewhere?” She enquired sweetly, aware she sounded like someone out of a bad action film.

Not giving herself or the dark-haired trainer much time to think about it, Alicia push-kicked the woman right in the chest, sending her through the middle rope to fall almost at Mikayla’s feet.

Alicia followed, sliding rather more elegantly down to join the other two wrestlers.

”Looks like,” She agreed with a grin. ”Great to see you again, Mikayla.”

Ok, this wasn’t the best situation for it but fighting always agreed with Alicia so she couldn’t find it in herself to be too mad.

When Chelsea mentioned she was about to bite the trainer now slumping to the ground, Mikayla turned back to her with a faintly amused smirk and shrugged. ”I mean, you can always do it now,” Mikayla offered, and the redhead seemed to take her on cue, as she ran over and cracked the blonde trainer in the gut with a kick that sent her spiraling down to the floor again. Normally, Mikayla wouldn’t have liked to see anyone do that to someone already on the ground, but for God’s sake- these trainers had been ready to hit her with a frickin’ pipe. Over some stupid, misplaced pride. Short of permanent injury, they deserved some lumps.

She turned back to the ring just in time for the brunette to come crashing out onto the gym floor, landing on the ground a few feet from Mikayla and letting out an angry groan. The blonde peered up curiously to see Alicia descending, too, the third trainer somewhere in the background unconscious so far as Mikayla could tell. In spite of the situation, the blonde grinned back at her most-recently-made friend…next to this Chelsea, at least. ”And believe me, it’s great to see you. If you didn’t have great timing, you would probably be taking me to the hospital right now.”

She glanced the brunette, who wasn’t headed anywhere fast, before her face and shoulders drooped soberly. Turning her head between both of her saviors, she was more than sincere when she gave them both a ”Thanks guys.” If the trainers and people like Karen wanted to convince Mikayla that everyone around here was a jerk, there was always someone like Fallon or Alicia or Chelsea to step in and prove that not everyone out here in the “real world” was like that. She gestured at Chelsea. ”Sorry to get you pulled into this, too. Now you’ll think twice about stepping into the showers!” Her frown twisted into a soft grin as she lightened up again, but it quickly faded, as she settled again on the trainer and trotted over to her.

”I guess we started this, Alicia. At least that’s what grumpy here tells me,” she said, as she rolled the woman onto her back. The brunette, even as overcome as she was, still looked furious and defiant – what a stubborn ass – and promptly flung her leg out at Mikayla to kick her in the knee. Mikayla only budged lightly from the kick, before she dived down onto the woman, pinned her arms down, and slid her hips forward to pin the woman in the upper chest with her full weight. The woman grunted and thrashed, but Mikayla put a stop to it by sliding forward onto the brunette’s neck while trapping her head between her thighs. ”Just stop! Calm down!,” the blonde yelled down at her. ”A pipe!? Really!? Why did you want to hit me with a pipe?”

The woman looked like she would as soon be knocked out right there as answer, but at least she wasn’t that stupid. She finally spoke up, though she was so furious that she was practically spitting mad. ”You two made fun of me. We trainers have put up with a lot of shit all these years, and we’re just about tired of it.” Mikayla squinted her eyes shut, willing herself to have patience. Okay, she could get that. There were some wrestlers around here who were jerks. They probably crushed the trainers for fun sometimes, sure. But… ”Then complain to someone important about it! Don’t attack me! We didn’t make fun of you, anyway! You were stubborn, got knocked out, and that was all your fault.”

”Fuck you.” Mikayla, not wanting to prove the woman right that wrestlers were cruel bullies, squeezed her legs closer together only far enough to squeeze the woman’s cheeks, and let out an audible sigh.

"Eh I could, but I feel like this was more appropriate, I shouldnt have to stoop to their level." Chelsea wasn't sure what these rrainers were looking for jumping a wreslter, they did realize that eventually someone they pissed of would just come back and deal with them while they were working, overall it was vey counter productive, one small victory for another lifetime of hell, and they didnt even get that much. When the last girl was dropped to the floor and the third girl, who came to Mikayla's aid dropped down with them they all had her surrounded. "Sorry about yelling at you miss, I thought you were about to join the trainers, glad to see I was wrong." She said to her.

Mikayla made a joke anout the showers and Chelsea looked at her amusingly. "Hey going to them was fine it was feeling compasionate that got me involved, and thats not changing for them." She said simlly enough before her and the third women, Alica stated talking again. Apprrently they were both responsible for this attack or at least as far as the trainers reasoning it was. "So they were going to jump you now and get her later. Cowards." Cheksea stayed back when Mikalya started talking with the kast one, whatever issues she had could he settled between the two of them, she didnt need to get ivolved.

A nonchalant shrug followed the blonde’s thanks – she certainly hadn’t been about to just wander on by and leave her to it – before Alicia turned to the other wrestler who’d been involved.

”To be honest, I didn’t even notice so no problem. Thanks for keeping her-“ She jerked a thumb at Mikayla, [color=crimson”-Out of trouble.”[/color]

Then she offered her a hand. ”And I’m Alicia. Good to meet you.”

Hearing what Mikayla had to say about the reasoning for this little mess, the big redhead’s brows rose before her eyes shot from the blonde to the trainer. What? There was only one possible reason that came to mind and… Really? This woman was so sore about being knocked out – after she made a stupid boast about it – that she’d attack another wrestler who’d had nothing to do with it? With a pipe?

Really?

Thoroughly bemused, she watched Mikayla muscle the woman onto her back and slide into a schoolgirl pin as the trainer struggled uselessly. Frankly, in Alicia’s mind, she ought to be grateful. If it’d been her the brunette had come after with a pipe, she’d be going through a lot worse than a pin. It might be humiliating, but she was willing to bet she’d get away with twisting a few limbs under the rubric of self defence.

By contrast, while Mikayla was clearly not happy in the slightest, she was still pulling her metaphorical punches. Alicia really wouldn’t have bothered.

Particularly when the trainer finally spilled that it wasn’t the being knocked out, it was being made fun of. The British woman laughed at that, not a pleasant sound at all, and shook her head. Chelsea had the right of it – cowards.

”Just knock her out already,” She told Mikayla, squatting down to eye the trainer dismissively, ”Squeeze her out, that way she’ll think twice before trying anything this stupid again.”

No, she wasn’t sympathetic in the slightest. Like Mikayla was saying, it was all the trainer’s fault for being dumb anyway.

Seriously, how did they get from ‘humiliated’ to ‘attacking someone else with a metal pipe’? Alicia just didn’t get it.

It was sounding more and more like there was one good thing to come out of this whole situation – Mikayla’s meeting Chelsea. Even among the best of people, not everyone would jump into a really awkward and potentially serious situation for a complete stranger, and yet Chelsea had done so out of the goodness of her heart by the sound of it. The Minnesotan gave her a wide grin. Fallon, Alicia, now Chelsea. She was digging up all the gems alongside all the – she glanced at the brunette – dirt.

”You must be good people, then,” she told Chelsea, before she cut her eyes to her other redheaded friend. She rolled her eyes at Alicia’s mention that Chelsea had kept her out of trouble, but did so warmly. It seemed like everyone needed someone to watch their back around here. ”I was technically in trouble, but it just so happens that the three of us are a lot stronger than trouble.” Thankfully the two conscious trainers could still hear that. She hoped it cut deep enough to embarrass them.

If that didn’t, Mikayla’s pin of the brunette would have to do the trick. The brunette continued wriggling between her legs, worthlessly, in response to Alicia’s saying that Mikayla should just knock her out. The blonde was tempted… very tempted. Alicia was right – they needed to learn that there were repercussions from someone coming after a woman with a pipe. This brunette was the ringleader, and she had gotten out of the worst punishment so far. But Mikayla was desperately trying to give the trainer the benefit of the doubt here, but this woman was obviously delusional. But Mikayla did want to know just one thing. ”Just… why me!? You don’t know a thing about me!” The brunette stopped her writhing for just a moment, as if she was actually thinking about the question. Mikayla stared at her in anticipation.

”That stupid bitch Aless said you were sugary sweet. You sounded easy to pound on.”

Okay, that was it.

The space between Mikayla’s legs shrank as the blonde squeezed her thighs together, crushing the brunette’s head between them. The woman squealed as her face, constricted in muscle, immediately started going red. It would have been easy for Mikayla, staring down at the now-frantic trainer grasping at her legs, to pull the woman into a headscissors and knock her out in seconds. It would have been no less than the brunette deserved – that she would get out of this without a broken jaw was almost injustice.

But Mikayla relented, and her knit eyebrows softened. A knockout was hardly vicious punishment, but the brunette was already overwhelmed and humiliated as it was. And… in Mikayla’s mind, she had already had her overreaction for this month in the match with Karen.

But she did not let up with her devastatingly tight pin on the brunette; she jabbed a finger down into the woman’s gasping mug. ”Looks like you were wrong about me. You can drag yourself back to your hole this time, but if you or your friends come after me or Alicia, or Chelsea, or Aless again, you might not be able to walk away next time. Get over your proud attitude and get a life.”

To Mikayla’s ears, it sounded harsh – harsher than it maybe should have been – but it also felt really good. She shoved herself up off of the brunette, whose hands shot to her head and neck, and trotted to grab her bag and head for the exit. ”Come on, guys, we were all about to go home anyway. And I don’t really want to see these snobs anymore…”

Chelsea frowned a little at Mikayla calling her good people, she knew damn well that wasn't true no matter how nice she tried to act. "Well it wasnt too long ago I was acting alot like she did." She gestured towards the brunette. "I never juped people with stell pipes sure but I, was kind of a bitch. Not proud of it but thats how things were once." She said simply enough not wanting to lie to Mikalya and leave her out of the full picture.

Regardless Alicia thanking her for keeping the blonde out of trouble got her spirts up and made her chuckle a bit. "Chelsea and likewise, I was worried Id have to take out those three by myself. So help from someone like you is always appreciated." She said before they focused back on the trainer, who was getting more and more annoying everytime she opened her mouth. She didnt entirely disagree with Alicia's idea to choke her out but she wondered if Mikalya actually had the will to do that to a downed foe. She got her answer shortly afterward once she mentioned Aless and the blonde nearly lost it there. "Yeah shes sweet alright, can still take your head off with those pythons if she wanted too. Also whos Aless, friend of yours?"

Her final speech to the trainer was almost inspiring with how threatening it was, since it seemed she was sayingthat they were united agaisnt them which she had no probelm with, in a fight she would gladly have these two by her side then 6 of these trainers for sure. "Yeah I guess that shower will have to eait until I get home. Id rather not have to get into anymore scraps then im paid to." She said following behind the blonde.