While Making Other Plans

Alicia had been watching with interest as Tessla went to pull back the hood, curious to see her reaction – given she couldn’t see Hooded Girl’s face herself, that was about all she’d get. Instead, all she got to see was Hoodie defending her secret by bending Nikolette’s finger back at a very painful angle.

Tessla promptly retaliated by booting her in the face and they were right back where they started.

The big redhead took the opportunity however to get a grip on the back of the hood, which she promptly used to try and slam the girl’s face down into the floor. Given the angles and distances involved, it wouldn’t be possible for her to put that much power into it, but it ought to remind her that she really didn’t want to mess around here.

Particularly not given the lock Alicia had on one arm, which she’d torque a bit harder first just to drive the lesson home properly. ‘Cooperate or you’ll regret it’, essentially.

Weren’t there supposed to be security around someplace? She’d have thought that the techs would have done something like call them by this point or someone else would have happened upon them, rather than just leaving the two wrestlers to deal with this.

Nikolette watched as Alicia smashed the hooded girl's face into the cement with a quick shove. She winced but she couldn't say a word considering she had just kicked her in the face. Despite the two bigger girls having the clear advantage, the smaller hooded girl had them in a stalemate.

Nikolette's mind became analytical. It was because their outlook was different. They wanted to subdue and reveal her, and most likely, that was the only thing that this girl would not let happen. She clearly knew she wasn't going anywhere, but she could fight and struggle enough to do as she liked.

"Stop being an idiot." Nikolette said to the hooded girl. She perked up as she started to hear Amy's entrance theme blare in from the arena. Everyone else was so busy with business as usual, that no one seemed to be paying attention to what the three of them had going on. Until the PA came to fetch Alicia, they would probably be alone and Nikolette didn't trust this hooded girl alone with Alicia no matter how good the girl's Kimura lock was.

"Let go of the chain." The Serb decided finally to the hooded girl. "Take it away from her. She can keep her hoodie, but she doesn't get to keep the chain. As long as y'all understand this is over and this is done with and there ain't anywhere you can go or anythin you can do, you can keep your hood... for now."

The hooded girl winced as Alicia smacked her head against the tile, sending another wave of throbbing pain through her head, complimenting the pain in her shoulder.

"Uuugh..." She groaned.

As bleak as her situation was, she remained alert. She knew that if she waited long enough, she would have her chance, and hopefully without any broken bones or a concussion.

Her left fist remained stubornly clamped around her chain, even as Alicia twisted her arm back and strained her shoulder, but slowly, begrudgingly, she opened her hand and let the chain hang loose.

Well, she supposed that was a start at least.

Releasing the hooded girl’s arm from the Kimura, Alicia kept a tight grasp on the wrist with one hand while going to yank the chain free with the other so she could toss it safely away.

That already made her feel considerably better about any further struggle – she was sure whoever this was could still do plenty of damage. But at least she’d be able to block punches without taking a chain-clad fist to the arm.

That evened things up considerably.

Which was not to say that she liked where things were going. But Alicia was conscious that things weren’t in her favour here. She had a match, was potentially only moments away from being called to the ring. Much as part of her wanted to make a point of unmasking whoever this was, she didn’t know that it was worth risking her career over.

She also didn’t know what Tessla was going for. She couldn’t be thinking of letting the hooded girl go, surely? No, she had to have something in mind – calling security, maybe. So Alicia could leave her to keep an eye on things if she had to go. Maybe.

Part of her wished the hooded girl had tried to jump her when Tessla intervened. At least then she wouldn’t have to worry about knocking whoever it was out. It’d be so much simpler.

As it was… Well, simple definitely wasn't the right word.

The situation seemed to be settling down as the chain was cast off. Nikolette walked over and picked it up and kept it with her. "I'm gettin rid of this and gonna go tell a PA to go get security." Nikolette with a nod. "I think y'all can handle her for a minute, right?"

Nikolette then walked off down the hallway towards where the PA and securities were.

The hooded girl breathed a slow and audible sigh of relief when Nikolette left. She waited until the girl was out of earshot before she spoke.

"I don't know what you're so upset about, you didn't have a fuckin' chance in your match, anyway," she growled. "All you've got going is your big, fat ass, but Amy is twice your size. She's not gonna let you sit on her."

She snorted derisively, and then added "Kickboxer, my ass. You couldn't lay a finger on me if in a real fight."

Alicia returned a nod to Nikolette’s question. She had the girl pinned for now and she didn’t need to do more than keep her still for the couple of minutes it’d take to round up some security and get them back here. Doable, she thought, particularly now that the chain was out of the picture.

Her eyes returned to the back of the hooded woman’s head as she spoke up, apparently trying to get her angry – or that was all Alicia could imagine she was trying.

For an attempt to get inside her head, it was so transparently ridiculous that Alicia couldn’t help but laugh. She knew perfectly well she stood a good chance in her match (not that it mattered), she knew she had plenty of options to count on and she’d never sat on an opponent in that way in her life.

As for her ‘fat ass’? Alicia was damn proud of her body, how it looked and what she could do with it. She was a fighter from top to toe and she refused to let anyone judge her for her looks.

”Says the girl I’m sitting on,” She shot back, ”The coward who goes for people with their backs turned. Seems to me you don’t have much going for you either.”

As she spoke, Alicia went to shift her position, switching from the mount she’d been in to kneeling besides the hooded girl with her other knee pressed into the small of her back.

Too bad she hadn’t choked her out – then they could have pulled the hood off her and she wouldn’t have to listen to wannabe Hannibal Lector here.

"You might be surprised..."

The hooded girl had a split second chance when Alicia lifted her weight to change positions, and she took it without hesitation. She again showed some unexpected ability by suddenly pulling her knees in under her, her body coming up off the floor enough to keep from getting squished under Alicia's knee, and then rolling forward over her shoulder to get just outside of reach, cleanly escaping from the bigger girl.

She glanced back, and thought to leap up and give Thunder Thighs a swift kick to the face to slow her down, but what was the point? This was already a lost cause, she just had to make sure she got out.

She was off at a blazing sprint and was out of sight before Alicia could do anything about it. Navigating backstage could be tricky during a show, and she couldn't afford any more unexpected run-ins, but she had a plan. She ran down the hall toward the arena, and there she could easily escape through the crowd.

She put her hands up in front of her face as she burst through the curtain, ready to leap into the stands, and ran face-first into something big. Someone big. Someone big and mean and blonde, whose music was still blaring through the arena.

"Ohhh, fuck my life," she muttered. She shoved at Amy Lion Evans and turned to jump off the side of the entrance ramp and into the relative safety of the crowd.

Alicia Wells had been making some waves as a violent little one, someone Amy was very eager to get her hands on for a good fight. Part of her was annoyed that the girl both came on a ppv and a title shot before her and on the first ppv she got near but the rest was hoping she was a good as people told her so she could have a real fight on her hands. As she made her entrance dressed up in her typical attire her lion getup on fully she crawled out to the arena with her music playing. She stood up and went to let out a roar when she felt something hit her from behind. Did some bitch just jump her?

She fumbled forward a little in surpise before turning around looking plenty pissed. It wasnt anyone she recognized, hell she couldnt make out a face but then again it wouldn't be recognizable to anyone she might know either after she was done with her. The girl pushed her and tried to jump in the crowd and flee but Amy just jumped in after her. "Yeah like your getting away that easily!!" She said as she moved in after her and tried to take a swing at her with her hands to get her to stop, not really caring who got hit on the way.

The hooded girl tried to shove her way through the crowd to make her getaway, like she had in the past, but this time they were less than cooperative.

Instead of parting to let her by and keeping their distance, they remained stubbornly in place, sparing her only disparaging sideways glances while she struggled her way by. She growled in frustration, but kept her mouth shut, until finally the crowd moved back to make room. Finally!

"Agh!"

A stiff punch to the back of her head and she fell forward onto her hands and knees. She glared back over her shoulder at the stupid giant lion girl, one hand rubbing her head, and then rolled forward over her shoulder and came up ready to fight.  She looked light on her feet, fast, but standing her ground this time, hands down as if daring Amy to try that again.

"Yeah, motherfucker?" She snapped back, voice slightly muffled by her bandana, and waved her in with both hands. "C'mon."