While Making Other Plans

Taylor laid flat on her back after Nikolette flattened her again and glared up at the brunette. She hated her for the position she had put her in, for how much she had ruined for her, all at once. Her and her goddamn photographic memory.

"Yeah? Ya do, huh?" She growled up at her in her sharp-edged New York City accent. "How 'bout fuck you. Does that about sum it up for ya, or do you need me to make my point with something else?"

She glanced to the side at where Alicia and Amy were hovering, like lionesses waiting to take their share of a kill. Her upper lip curled back in disgust, and her voice rose to a gravely shout when she looked back at Nikolette.

"Now Nik, I am really trying not to hurt you, so I'm telling you. Get the fuck off of me, or I will get rid of you. And that goes for you two ugly mothafuckers over there, too!"

Nikolette flashed her teeth when Taylor spoke. It hurt, but she was pretty sure that was the point. Whatever was going on with Taylor, Nikolette was fairly sure she was not in her right mind. How COULD she be?

"Darnit, Taylor, this ain't funny!" Nikolette said and gave Taylor another shove. "You set a darn ring on fire! You coulda hurt a lot of people! I don't know why the hell you're inta that, but you know darn well I ain't gonna let that happen! You want up, you better be ready ta go somewhere and talk this out, otherwise, you know I ain't gonna budge."

Nikolette growled and looked between Amy and Alicia. "And y'all both better back off too! This ain't yer business!"

Amy rolled her eyes at the soap opera that ensued in front of her. Like seriously was this Nikolette chick really this dense? You dont talk sense intoa girl who is doing what she does, you knock sense into them and her little, 'I wont get off until blah, blah, balh thing wuldt address the issue, Taylor would just talk her way out assuming she bothered to talk at all.

When the girl addressed her and Alica, Amy's eye twitched at the tone, who was she to give orders to her like that? Amy closed in and grabbed Nikolette's hair. "This chick comes out during my scheduled match and hitsme from behind and you tell ME I have no business here? If anything its you who needs to back off and deal with this intruder the right way."

Taylor's unwavering stare was the only response she offered, at least until another volley of pure stupidity from the lion looking dumbass made her shudder with contempt.

But she had to be a little thankful when she yanked Nikolette off of her, even if the way she did it made Taylor want to tear her to pieces.

"Okay, for the record, dumbass, I bumped into you," she snapped at Amy as she picked herself up to a low half-crouch. "I did not jump or assault you, and if you're not sure on the difference, you giant, mouth breathing, carpet-eating, AFW dyke piece of shit, I will gladly fucking show you."

She was sporting a black eye, not from today, that was partially obscured by heavy dark eye makeup. Her body looked just as shredded, but a little more muscular than it had the last time she had shown any skin in Friction. Her hair was short, still growing back from when she had shaved it all off after losing the Friction world title for a second time, in a second bullshit match. She stood half-crouched and ready to go, and she could not contain her rage a moment longer.

"You assholes think I'm fuckin' scared of you?" She threw a hand in the air toward Amy and Alicia. "Then you don't have any fuckin' idea who I am. Two of you, three of you, I don't give a FUCK, because I'm HERE to take down EVERY FUCKIN' CHICK HERE! YA HEAR ME?"

She wagged her finger back and forth and shook her head. "And I'm not stopping there, bitches, I'm taking this place apart PIECE BY PIECE AND FLOOR BY FLOOR, ALL THE WAY UP TO LUKRETIA VON CREUZFELDT!"

She glared toward a nearby camera and stomped toward the man like she might attack him too, as if he might as well have been Lukretia herself. "HEAR THAT?!"

Nikolette had thought that she could talk down Taylor but whoever was snarling and spitting underneath her, it was NOT Taylor. Except, that it was. Just being close, it was unmistakable. The little things that she couldn't deny. The Taylor's body felt underneath her, the very faint freckles, the distinct tone of her New York Accent and the sparkle in her eyes. She was still trying to process it and while her reactions were sharp, they were not sharp enough.

Nikolette was ready for Taylor, but Amy's sharp yank of her hair caught her completely off guard and she was unceremoniously dumped off Taylor. She screeched, throwing her hands backwards uselessly as she was now suspended almost entirely by her hair, her legs awkwardly slipping on the concrete as she tried to plant her foot and regain her footing while pawing at Amy's wrists.

"Let go a meee!!!" She said, her body unsure of which direction to send her limbs. She was in a sensory overload and it stymied her while she thought about Amy, Taylor and Alicia, who was still looming in the background, all while trying to regain her footing and pry herself from the blonde's clutches.

Yeah, Alicia was getting very tired of Amy’s incredibly solipsistic approach to all this. Just because the hooded girl had run into her didn’t mean this was all about her, not by a long shot. Unlike the blonde, she’d kept back, not entirely feeling it was her place to shove in – oh, she’d love another shot at the woman revealed to be Taylor Parker. Now that she’d got the name, Alicia sort of remembered her; former world champion who’d left before she’d arrived.

That was about all she knew though, and judging by Nikolette’s reaction… Well. Clearly this wasn’t what anyone would have expected.

Amy was still mouthing off in the background, but Alicia was increasingly writing her off as another loudmouthed wrestler in love with the sound of her own voice. A particularly stupid example, possibly, and still a threat but certainly not someone she was disposed to like.

With a hair trigger temper, it proved. Alicia moved sharply forward as Amy yanked Tessla off Taylor by her hair of all things. Taylor was back on her feet a moment later, ranting at a camera.

Oh great. Just… Alicia had come here for a match. A proper fight in a proper ring with a proper opponent and it looked like she was getting none of those. She’d had enough, to put it bluntly. Whatever crazy agenda Taylor was pushing, she wasn’t going for anyone right now. And while she didn’t know Tessla that well, she already liked her a lot more than she liked Amy.

Silently, not that it was all that hard to keep her movements hidden by the noise of the crowd and Taylor’s shrieking, the kickboxer came up behind Amy and went to deliver a shotgun blast of a kick right to the back of her skull.

Someone else might have been tempted to say something or warn her off first; but Alicia didn’t bother. Let’s see how well blondie did against someone who wasn’t either half her size or caught entirely offguard.

Once Taylors face became less obscured and Amy actually had to blink as her mind went to the inages she saw of Taylor before to what she looked like now. It was a drastic change to say the least but it was clear she still had some fight in her which made the blonde smile since it meant she would get some kind of fight out of this, whether it be Alica or Taylor she didn't care. "Im a dyke? You've probably kissed more girls then I have, and that doesnt excuse you from the people who you haved jumped, if you were after me then theres a problem, if you were after Alica you were ruining what was supposed to be my fight which means we have a problem. though I do like this attitude. Lets see where it gets you."

Her attention then went toards the girl in her hands who she was holding up by the hair. Amy simply shook her head and lowered her. "Gez your light as hell. Alright cut it out you big baby im ketting you-Goouuww!" She was cut off by the abrubt kick to the back of her head that sent her forward and onto the ground face first, her head had erupted in pain from out of nowehre and left with with a splitting headache. "Oww! Who the fuck attacks someone from behind?" She muttered aloud as she rubbed the back of her head and tried to get up, with some difficulty.

Taylor impassively watched Amy go down and then looked at Alicia like she was silently weighing her options. She kept an eye on her as she squatted down next to Nikolette, wrists resting on her knees.

"You caused me a lot of fuckin' trouble just now, Nik," she said, as coldly as she could muster. "It wasn't supposed to go like this, but... it's goin' like this. So stay away. Got it? Stay out of my way and this will all be over soon..."

Nikolette dropped to her knees as she was released. She briefly looked around to assess the situation and catalogue it. Her eyes focused on Taylor when she spoke. Nikolette growled. "Don't give me that, Taylor. You woulda
done the same thing in my shoes-"

There was suddenly a sharp crack of pyrotechnics from the stage to force all eyes and ears back to the entrance ramp. With no music or fanfare that usually accompanied her, at the entrance ramp stood Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt, General Manager of Friction.

She was standing in a pair of black boots with tight fitting lycra shorts and a sports bra. Not her usual attire, but she didn't seem any less enchanting or intimidating. She had a scowl on her face and a microphone in one hand. She brought it up to her lips ans spoke sharply.

"If only I could enjoy zis interesting turn of events. Sadly, I am not here for ze chit chat. You vant me, Fraulein? Vell, here I am!"

Taylor was back in her half-crouch like a wild animal on full alert when the pyrotechnics went off, her eyes trained on the top of the ramp. An infectious grin spread across her face when she caught sight of Lukretia, all dolled up like a pretend wrestler, like she might buy herself a chance just by dressing the part.

It only meant that she was getting to her already. And Taylor had no intention of giving her the satisfaction so soon.

"Ha. Heeeyy, Luk!" She sneered, while an effervescent laugh bubbled out of her. She couldn't help it, the more she looked at Lukretia, looking so serious and trying so hard to look like a threat, like she was still in control, the more she just had to laugh and laugh and laugh.