At Odds With Felines

Sandy White had a habit of making enemies around AFW. She had been doing it for some time, practically ever since she arrived at the wrestling promotion. Exactly why this was such a frequent occurrence for her was never really explored by many. Everyone who tried to pry ended up looking and feeling a little worse for wear. Still, this habit of hers, like most people's, would persist to this day. And on this day, she had been hanging around backstage, keeping to herself and waiting to see if she was on the card for the night.



It really wouldn't be surprising if she wasn't. After having recently injured a two young aspiring talents, anyone would run into a rough patch with management. But as fate would have it, she was about to meet another aspiring new addition to the roster. On her way to the locker room, she'd pass by various staff and individuals. All of whom recognized the Giantess and knew not to get in her way. Well, all of whom, spare for one, seemingly cat-themed wrestler. Whether the woman was there by chance, or simply because she had intended to block Sandy's path, wasn't something Sandy cared much to consider. Without giving it a second thought, Sandy would shove the woman aside harshly and continue on her way. She voiced only thought on the matter out loud after shoving the smaller woman: "I hate cats."

Young Deja had never been particularly good with formal paperwork, the complicated wording always confused her and made it far more difficult for her to fill out even the most simplistic of forms. Because of this her more intelligent other-half was always forced to assist with such work, not like the pink haired girl minded of course, the only problem really being that filling out two long sets of important paperwork was quite the time-consuming task. As such Deja had been stranded backstage while Dot was further inwards making sure everything was properly accounted for.

Deja And Dot:

'I don't want to rush you or anything Dot but I'm so fucking bored out here. Nothing to do except stand around and be... Bored... So yeah if you could get back here as soon as so we can leave or something that would be cool. Xxx ' Deja texted absentmindedly in an attempt to hurry up the filing process, paying far too much attention to her phone screen and not the place she was currently standing in as she was abruptly shoved aside, dropping her phone in the process. "Fuck!" Deja cursed as she bent down to pick up her mobile to check for damage, catching ear of Sandy's comment as she did so and realising that it was the giant that had pushed her so harshly. "Yeah well I'm sure cats probably aren't a big fan of you either, probably too afraid you're going to fucking eat them." Deja growled over in vengeful fury, having absolutely no idea with who she cursed so harshly.

Sandy hadn't paid enough attention to whom she shoved. She hadn't realized that Deja had dropped her phone. But even if she did, her response likely wouldn't change. White would stop in her tracks for a second after hearing Deja curse at her. She'd turn around to address the red head. Sandy approached the girl step by step and got right right in her face. She made the height and size different between the two of them very apparent as she towered over Deja and looked down upon her both literally and figuratively.

"Alright, chick. Try saying that again. Only this time, to my face." The Giantess threatened in a serious tone. She balled her fist and made direct eye contact with the stranger, showing clear signs of being eager to fight.

It was at the point where Sandy approached and showed and eagerness to fight that Deja should have backed off. The recently introduced wrestler had no idea what kind of things Sandy was capable of or what she was potentially getting herself into. Yes, in truth it only made sense to turn tail on what she had said now before the situation had chance to escalate any further. Unfortunately for everybody involved though, Deja wasn't the kind of girl to follow the path of logic, and much preferred to sight her own, more dangerous directions.

"O-Oh well... W-What I meant to say was..." Deja mumbled awkwardly in an attempt to seem afraid, looking down away from Sandy and twiddling her thumbs gently. "YOU'RE A DAMN IDIOT!!!" Deja would suddenly yell at top volume directly into Sandy's face, her facial expression and body language showing that she was clearly ready for war.

As the smaller woman began to mumble, Sandy maintained a cocky smile. She was halfway convinced that Deja would back down out of fear, or perhaps respect. But that smile would soon turn to a glare when the girl in cat ears screamed out at her in protest, even going so far as to call her an idiot. It did make sense. Whether or not she was aware of it, Sandy had made Deja drop her phone after absentmindedly shoving her. Unfortunately, the blue clad wrestler hadn't seen things that way.

Without offering any kind of verbal responwse, Sandy would maintain her glaring facial expression as she immediately attempted to Uppercut young Deja in her stomach! She made use of her long limbs and and strength to try to knock some air out of the redhead's lungs! If this punch hit its mark and caused Deja to double over, Sandy would reach for the girl's trunks, pulling them up with one hand and reaching for Deja's hair with the other. She would use her grip and her notable strength to attempt to toss the girl into the closest wall!

If successful in assaulting Deja, after tossing the girl into the wall, she'd remark. "Looks like another rookie is gonna learn to regret the day she even thought about crossing Sandy White!"

As Deja should have expected from somebody who was so clearly outwardly aggressive, Sandy lashed out without a moments notice. The red haired girls previous expression of pure anger was quite quickly blown straight off of her face when Sandy hit her with a nasty uppercut to the stomach, an unpleasant sounding mixture of a gargled choke and a violent cough being forced out of her just as rapidly as the air was removed from her lungs. A decent amount of fresh spit flying from her mouth as she was practically moulded around Sandy's fist, very literally lost for words.

Perfectly doubled over Deja didn't have a chance to retaliate before she felt herself being grabbed from two prominent vantage points, her lack of air preventing her to ask Sandy to stop before she was carelessly tossed headlong into the nearest wall! Making an undoubtedly strong impact before almost bouncing straight off of the hard surface and landing back-first on the ground with a massively dull thud, not unconscious but clearly incredibly dazed and in a lot of physical pain. It's a good thing this wasn't an official match, or it wouldn't have lasted long.

"Wait wait!!!" Dot would call over as she began her rapid approach, clearly seeing what had happened from a distance. "I don't know what she said or how she said it, but please! She really didn't mean anything by it and I'm sure she is very sorry!" The pink haired girl explained in a flustered panic, doing her best to get herself in-between the two to prevent Deja from being tossed around any further.

Having successfully dispatched Deja and laying her out, at least for a moment, Sandy would place a hand on her hip and pose confidently before stepping towards the cat girl with the intention of dismantling her further. When she was about a step away, she'd hear a voice call out. A voice that implored her to wait. Dot would soon rush to Deja's side. The pink haired girl would place herself between Sandy and Deja in an effort to aid her friend and tag team partner.

Sandy raised an eyebrow at Dot's sudden intrusion. "There's...two of you?" She questioned before crossing her arms and continuing. "Well, at least one of you understands when apologies are necessary. But unless you want me to skin 2 cats tonight instead of just one, you'll stand aside....Unless of course, she's gonna apologize to me, personally. It should be a really easy choice, pinky. Help up that pile of cat litter that you call a friend, have her say sorry and move along."

Sandy stated her intentions and gave the two an ultimatum. The towering woman began to crack her knuckles in anticipation of what Dot's answer would be.

"With all due respect miss. Insults aren't very becoming of a woman such as yourself. And she isn't just my friend, she is my girlfriend." Dot replied hesitantly, making sure to keep her voice as calm and polite as possible to prevent possibly infuriating Sandy further. "Uh... Well... I'm sure she would be more than happy to apologise... But right now shes a little out of sorts..." Dot continued to explain tentatively, gently running the back of her hand over Deja's face to try and comfort her.

Without a doubt Dot was correct in saying that Deja wasn't in much of a state to be apologising to anybody. Usually she was the much more durable one of the two, however in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter how durable you are, if somebody as strong as Sandy tosses you headfirst into a solid brick wall you aren't going to be able to do much for a little while. Even at the gentle touch of Dot, Deja remained on the ground, gently squirming as her head swam in seemingly endless thumping pain.

"Perhaps... She could say sorry later..?" Dot asked timidly, looking up at Sandy in a search for sympathy while carefully cradling Deja's head.

Dot seemed to be proficient at diffusing heated confrontation. even Sandy began to think that it was cute and sweet of her to comfort her girlfriend like this, right in the thick of the moment. Though she didn't express that out loud. Deja had been reeling from Sandy's attack. Despite Dot coming to her aid, she didn't appear to be stirring or showing signs of life.

Sandy felt like she had proved her point. She asserted herself over Deja for her outburst. But Sandy wouldn't be quite satisfied. Not yet, at least. With her arms still crossed under her sizable bosom, she'd reflect on the matter out loud. "If it were you, I'd probably leave you be. You seem to know your place. Your girlfriend, however....not so much. You want to know if she can say sorry later? She's got about 10 seconds. Unless you wanna fight her battles for her and see me in the ring, later. Maybe someone she loves getting her at her expense will teach her a thing or two.

Within the shortest of times Dot had been provided with quite the choice. Either allow Sandy to continue beating on the already hurting Deja or instead stand up for her girlfriends honour and take on Sandy in some sort of match. Perhaps for some this would have been a difficult choice to make. However the relationship between these two was strong, and for Dot there was only really one actual answer.

"If I've got to fight you to get you to leave her alone then so be it." Dot sighed while looking over Deja, taking in a deep breath before looking up to confront Sandy again. "Just name the match and I'll be there." She finished off with a dab more confidence behind her voice. Without a doubt the pink haired girl knew that this was a terrible idea, but if she had to get hurt so Deja would not, then it was the only option she could go with. "Dot... Don't... I'll... Hrr..." Deja huffed quietly, managing to catch wind of the conversation between the two and wanting her girlfriend to do anything but fight this woman.