Chasing Ms. Wright

In her honesty, Karen didn't intend to break the violet haired beauties nose. Sure, she wasn't complaining that she did, nor would she be able to refrain from laughing at it later. But in reality, all she really intended to do was send a message. One that she did not intend to take any of Jessica's shit this time round.

Ironic, given the busty beauty had just tried to screw her nemesis' brother.

Bringing her leg back as she expected reprisal, Karen's own right would extend to her forehead, soothing the ache that had already arisen from colliding skulls with a figure who had seemingly no soft spots anywhere, as she whispered a goad at her foe, albeit one likely heard only by her.

"Egg on your face...butch..." Expecting reprisal coming as her foe reared and roared, Karen's tending posture turned to a more braced one just as that powerful fist extended, smashing straight into the raven haired beauties abdomen. Barely holding her insides in, Karen would find herself stumbling back once more into the arms of the crowd as she coughed, eyes already watering. She'd been hitting the gym, often more times than she should of. But that didn't make her rival any weaker.

Shooting daggers at her hated foe, Karen began to find herself somewhat firmly surrounded as patrons and security both decided the fight needed to be taken outside, if at all continue. Karen of course, wouldn't take such lightly, as hands came around her like rope snaring a wild horse.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME...DON'T YOU LOOK AT ME YOU SMUG CUNT..." Still glaring at Jessica as she roared, Karen wouldn't break eye contact even as the arms of the patrons locked too around Jessica.

Jessica was ready to surge forward, and to annihilate this, the most odious of all of her opponents. Karen was an upjumped body builder, too full of herself for her own good. Jessica could not believe that. Who could this woman be, to challenge the mighty Jessica? Who was she to stand up to the future champion? She wanted to rip Karen limb from limb, but it was not fated to be.

The security guards had finally gotten wind of their little dust up, and they were not having it. Multiple pairs of hands grabbed at Jessica, and halted her advance at her opponent. She tried to push forward, but it had grown too much. Now all that was left for them to do was shout insults at each other, and try to push through.

"You fucking whore! You are lucky these assholes are holding me back, otherwise I would be ripping your bitch ass apart." All of her anger was for naught. There was nothing she could do.

James had even less to do. He had been watching with disappointment in his eyes. The aerial ace was going to have to drive Jessica home, probably, at least. Maybe be the sober one for a police report. He sighed.

By now, being the closer to the front door, where as her violet haired counterpart was being slowly tugged towards an alternate exit, Karen's rage was turning more and more visual. The plan was to take said Aerial ace home, screw his brains out, and make sure Jessica heard every single bit of detail.

A small payback she considered, for Karen seriously considering retirement via Jessica's actions.

But now, the plan had completely collapsed before her. James knew her name, and the history between her and her sister.

Karen could of been the hottest woman on the planet. You would still not chose her over scorning your sister, Jessica Wright.

"Go FUCK yourself Jess!" Distance expanding as the roars of the crowd to have both women thrown out increased, Karen eventually gave up on her efforts to step forward, simply going with the motion backwards for a moment before shrugging off her arms, and declaring herself done.

Done with tonight alone, mind.

Not done with Jessica.

James moped, and just sort of moved along with the crowd. He was always one to just sort of go with the flow. The Aerial Ace sincerely hoped that she would end up flowing right into his bed, but he cast one forlorn look back at the dark-haired woman being dragged away.

Jessica was not moping. She pushed against the security guards and the crowd. It was mostly a vain effort, and Jessica recognized that. Still, appearances were important and Jessica needed to maintain the look and feel of a vicious woman who was entirely unpredictable.

Both siblings found themselves outside after a minute. Jessica shoved a security guard off of her and looked at her brother.

"What was that about?" He asked.

Jessica nearly punched him.