Chasing Ms. Wright

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Just like that, it appeared James had turned fully committing to conquering the amazon before him, even going so far as to adjust his current career simply so that he could please her. Karen didn't have to fake a smile this time; brushing her hair out of her face as her mouth stretched from ear to ear.

"Ohh~" Still, Karen had to play the actress. And right now, she was the fangirl who'd just managed to snag a date of sorts with a wrestler she had been following. "If...if you're sure! And I think so, I don't have the invite with me in my bag but I'm sure it said something about a bar..."

Of course she didn't have the invite. There was no invite.

"And...and yeh sure, we can dance." Again, she'd force a blush to come across her cheeks, eyes rolling off James a moment before coming back to him. "It's sometime next week."

Not, it was time to lay the killing blow as it were.

"If you want...we can go back to my place...and talk it over...?"

There it was. Hook. Line. Sinker. James had her in his bed that night, and he was not sure he wanted to stick around much longer. He unfolded a clump of yen and threw it at the bartender, not entirely concerned that the amount he was giving was not quite enough. The aerial ace threw on his jacket, and gave a quick smile at his new lady friend. "Don't have to ask me twice."

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and got it out. It was something from his younger sister, so he quickly put it back. Now was not the time to deal with her raving at him, and he was far too happy for any of that shit to fly. Maybe he was being a bit too aggressive with going home immediately after the statement, but he did not really care. Meat was in front of him, and he very much wished to eat.

He waved his hand wide, as if to escort his new friend out. It was the first gentlemanly thing he had done all night,, and it was certainly going to be the last.

Everything that Karen had intended, perhaps even more so, had gone to plan. To a T. Not only did James seem to outright fall for Karen's fake charms, but the Wright brother had now completely put focus upon her, to the point of ignoring his phone and simply throwing money at the bartender in order to ensure a quick escape. The time spent talking between the two had reduced the bar from a cramped mess to a still popular venue, but one easier to escape from than it was enter.

Extending her arm given there was now space to, Karen would attempt her best impression of a lady, offering her hand to the gentleman as if he was courting her. "Shall we?" She'd giggle, her best impression of a innocent schoolgirl now to match.

All she had to do was get him home.

Jessica did not like being ignored. She had worked too hard, accomplished too much, been too brutal to just be cast by the wayside. She glared at her phone. Jessica knew where her brother was, but the fact that he was not even picking up his damn phone to answer a simple text of hers was downright infuriating. The Violent Violet felt like ripping her smart phone in half, but allayed her anger and tucked it into her jacket pocket. She popped the collar of the leather jacket, and entered the bar.

The Violent Violet did a quick scan of the whole area to find that everyone was dancing the night away, and everyone was dressed far better than her. She was wearing a leather jacket, painfully tight jeans, and a t-shirt with something faded on it. Her feet hardly made a sound on the floor, as the hardened rubber of the Converses unable to pierce the din of the music and the talking and all the other noise. She had come out to have a good time and drink, but already her mood was spoiled.

Good mood, or bad mood, Jessica could drink. She shoved a few people out of the way as she approached the bar, and did not listen to people's cries of protests. Her brother was here, and she wanted to run into him, and give him a piece of her mind. Right after she made him buy her a whole bunch of shots, which would mollify her for the time being. Her matte leather jacket seemed to kill the green, red, and blue strobing lights as it hit them, and that reflected her mood pretty well.

Then she spotted him. It wasn't hard. There were very few people in Japan with purple hair, and James was an easy spot in most cases anyways. She marched right over and got in his face. "You fucking asshole. You come all the way here, to fucking Japan, and you can't pick up your phone? I know you have it glued to you. You didn't want to check it because you were with this..."

She turned to see his companion. It took her half a second, but it did dawn on her. Her jaw slacked, before her face cracked into a look of pure rage.

"You bitch." She snarled.

All she had to do.

Was get him home.

A simple as hell task, especially in comparison to some of the challenges Karen had both risen to in her AFW carer, and the challenges she was fully planning to take on. If anything, this was a cakewalk. Just out the door, into a cab, and done.

Just when Karen and James began to make the smallest of motions away from the bar, another purple haired individual stepped into the fray. The crowd parting as if said person was a prophet, Karen and James both would not have chance to react until this new person was too close. Karen's eyes had purposefully failed to leave James' own; to leave them for a second would give the man pause to perhaps change his mind. She wasn't going to let such a thing happen.

Until it did.

As Karen was given a very decisive 5"10, 141 pounds of reason to turn her head.

Fuck.

Fucccccck.

To Karen, this was an outright disaster. She knew she'd meet Jess again; hell, she planned on it. But not until she had already made headway on claiming vengeance over the Violent Violet. Namely, by screwing her brother. She'd tuck her head down after barely controlling her rage, her own desire equal if not greater than Jess' own to cave her face in. At first she'd place it smart; she had a thicker frame, a darker shade of hair, and a rare dose of make-up. Jess wouldn't recognise her right?

She was wrong. Terribly wrong. And quickly, too. Before she could even muster the most innocent of greetings towards an individual she'd feign ignorance of knowing, Karen's disguise was broken. There was no point maintaining the facade.

"Ahhhh fuck. Good to see you again, you ugly fucking cunt." Karen roared, loud enough for the general vicinity to recoil in shock. Likely James included, given Karen's voice had completely changed.

James understood very little. That was true as a whole, but that was very true now. He looked at his new date, then to his sister, then back to his new date. They clearly knew each other, but from where, he did not now. A small pout appeared on his face, as it became incredibly apparent that he was not going to get laid tonight. His shoulders sunk a little bit. There was no point in getting in between these two women, and the aerial ace recognized that.

Jessica, on the other hand, wanted to get right up into Karen's face. "What is the big fucking idea, huh? You think you can just waltz up to him, and fuck him? What the fuck are you trying to prove? I have zero," she formed a zero with her hand, "fucking problem with smacking you all up and down this bar." Karen had been loud and demonstrative, and Jessica was matching her intensity bit for bit.

She remembered this girl. The match had gotten ugly. Filled with animosity. Brutal. Just as Jessica usually liked it, but now their affair had become personal. Fucking James would have been a mark of dishonor upon her, and Jessica was not going to let that transpire without a hell of a fight. She planted her feet, and formed a fist with her left hand. The Violent Violet had no problem throwing the first punch, and she was getting the feeling that she would have to, and soon.

In truth, Karen felt for perhaps the first time in a long time, a hint of guilt towards James. Sure, if a bizarre turn of events occurred in which she could still go home with James simply to get back at Jessica, she would have, but it didn't make the amazon feel any less cruel about it.

Unusual for her, even Karen would admit.

Turning to James for but a moment, aware of the violent beast before her, Karen would roll her shoulders as she latched eyes with the aerial ace, before outright shrugging. It was the nearest thing James would get to an apology.

With the rest of the bars attention on Jessica, the raven haired beauty soon joined them, squaring up to the Violent Violet as her forehead came but an inch from pressing against her opposition. Where as Jessica formed fists, Karen kept hers to her side, lazy yet stern; prepared to latch onto ideally Jessica's throat, at a moments notice.

"What, fucking high-and-mighty lavender tits herself is whiled up by that?" Her own words angering her even more, she'd finally force heads against Jessica's own, pressing it firmly against Jessica's own after a audible clashing of skulls. A lesser woman might of winced from that alone. She suspected Jessica barely registered it.

"I haven't even fucking started with you yet, you smug little cunt..."

James still had very little idea of what was going on. His sister was angry, but she was almost always angry. What this particular woman did to earn Jessica's ire was totally lost on him, but he was more concerned with getting laid tonight. That possibility was fading as time ticked on, and James was beginning to sink in. If there was a fight, he probably had some sort of obligation to her.

But Jessica was going to try and take this one on her own. She went forward as Karen did, gladly going forward to rise up to this woman. The Violent Violet heard the words and gritted her teeth. She was not going to simply allow this woman to shit talk and get away with it.

"You are talking a lot of shit for someone who royally got their asses kicked. And if you keep talking, your tits are not going to be lavendar." It seemed ridiculous for her to throw out the word lavender in this situation, so Jessica was sure as hell going to mock Karen for it. "Your tits are going to be black and blue. As is the fucking rest of you."

Jessica pushed forward some more. "Listen, I bet you are too much of a fucking wimp to actually start shit. So don't fucking worry." Jessica withdrew a little bit, and then shoved Karen as hard as she could. She reckoned that was going to get this party started correctly.

By now in all honesty, Karen had completely forgotten about James. Hell, she'd forgotten about everyone bar one. And such a thing was likely not going to change, even as the whiles of the modest crowd began to call for the two women to leave and take their business outside. Not likely.

Eager as ever to give her own retort to the fire Jessica was spitting, Karen simply bared her teeth and closed her fist as the mighty beauty spoke, before seemingly giving Karen no option in avoiding starting something, as her hands came upon her. A strong, albeit unprepared figure, Karen found herself stumbling a few steps back, likely further and possibly to the ground if the crowd surrounding the two hadn't stepped in and saved the busty beauty.

"You fucking see that?" Now opting to play the victim, Karen's vicious scowl turned to shock as her eyes went to the many faces of the crowd, who mostly seemed uninterested in taking a side. "She fucking pushed me. She pushed me!"

Raising her hands to her frame as if to give emphasis to the poor 'victim' in all this, Karen's mouth couldn't of been more agape. Albeit, she had exactly no intention of keeping this facade up for any longer.

"I can't believe that. I'm just stood here, trying to get a drink, and this-" Interrupting herself, Karen's hands shot to the Violent Violets shoulders to grip on, for a head that was already in motion. Rearing it hard, she'd seemingly try to re-arrange the nose of her foe, ideally before she even saw a flash of movement!

Jessica pushed her, and Karen went back. Action, reaction. According to the basic laws of the universe, that made sense. Karen was trying to appeal to the crowd, as if they were going to step in. Sure, they were going to judge Jessica poorly, but they were going to do that anyways. Might as well play it straight.

Which was a lot more than could be said of Karen. James was slowly starting to realize what was going on. He did not like it. But the butterfly had already flapped its wings, and there was no stopping this tornado anymore.

"Hell yeah, I fucking pushed you. There is gonna be-fuck!" Jessica was right in the middle of a devastating insult when she was taken totally off guard by a headbutt. Immediately, Jessica's nose started spurting blood. She took a few steps back and held her nose, trying to stem the red tide. When she looked in her hand, she saw nothing but red.

Then again, that might have been because she was starting to see red everywhere she looked. The Violent Violet advanced, her legs churning. She threw a punch with her bloody hand, eager to get revenge already.