Backstage Milky Beatdown (For SuckerPunch)

[The Riders]

Backstage in the locker room a loud crashing sound is heard coming from inside the room, inside Liger is letting out a frustrated scream after checking her fan site and speaking to her manager who just told her that Fan support is low at the moment due to her acting like a heel wrestler the past few matches. "Oh the fans don't like seeing this side of you... they want you to stop and be a good wholesome girl again... it what the fans want..." mocking what her manager told her before throwing the phone into her bag.



Looking over herself in the mirror deciding to wear her golden liger outfit for tonight match... some mystery opponent who she even has no idea who it even is. Making sure her ears are on tightly so they don't fall off and making sure her laces are tied up, taking another deep breath pumping herself up for victory cause she needs a win badly almost to the point of being desperate for any chance of getting a win and ending her losing streak.

Making her way to through the back to be waiting with the stage hands before getting to have her entrance, her eyes focused on her phone checking for any messages more nervous since she ran her mouth against a brutal heel champion... "Should have kept my mouth shut... But I'm taller and I got this..." trying to hype herself up even more just waiting for her cue so she can go out and perform tonight...

[SuckerPunch]

Ever since she'd gotten the belt Rose Gold had become something of a target. Everyone was aware of her now. She wasn't the littlest girl on the playground anymore... Now she was the biggest name in the cell block. Women of all shapes and sizes had taken to calling her outside of her name. They'd taken to besmirching her hard work or painting her with their own naïve virtue.

"No more." She growled, her right hand balling into a fist.

Gold Liger. A up and coming legacy starlett was one of the first to shoot off at the mouth. Had she been a lightweight, she would have been a shoe-in for the Midas Touch. Given that she was a larger opponent, something else would need to be done. Her knuckles turned white from the intensity of her grip. In the center of her balled fist was a mop handle. Wooden. It was the closest thing she could find as she lay in wait.

She closed her eyes. Drew in a deep breath. And listened with her back to a wall. Footsteps. And murmuring. Her target.

A second hand joined the first as she drew in a deep breath and held it. Soundless she waited. Like Liger, she was dressed for battle. Her regal black ring attire.

Spoiler

But unlike Liger, she knew exactly the sort of fight she was in for. One that would send a resounding message to the rest of LAW.

If you shoot at the Queen... You better not miss.

[The Riders]

L:iger doesn't know or even have a clue on what about to happen to her, what she does know is her phone goes off right before her music plays giving the stage hand a sorry look to take the call. Rushing to the back to talk in private or to let the person who calling know that she has a match and she will talk later after the match is over.

"Hello... Hello... Is anyone there... Really.." Mumbling to herself moving past an open door way, repeating to the phone but nobody is answering or it seems to be a prank call just to get her off her game. At this point it not so hard knock to due to being booed for the first time in her career and it doesn't feel right at all.

Hanging up the phone more annoyed now then ever since she thinks it a prank call... Throwing her phone at the wall in anger before turning to make her way back to the stage and not be in trouble by management.

[SuckerPunch]

The Brutal Blonde waited with her breath held. Any second now she'd hear the signal, the mouthy woman's ringing phone. She'd paid a courier to call with explicit instructions. And at precisely the given time the tell-tale chirps of a cell-phone filled the otherwise empty halls. She could hear Liger's music playing not too far away, she was being summoned to the stage for her redemption match. A shot at some nobody; Someone Liger actually had a chance to beat!

She drifted past the open door where Rose lay in wait, the locker rooms. The sound of plastic cracking and glass shattering served as her cue to move! Rose Gold emerged just as Liger's phone shattered against the wall!

"Wrong number?" She asked as she drove the point of the broom handle directly into the cat-eared wrestler's skimpy bottoms! The wooden rod would painfully spear her pubic bone! And if it resulted in Liger being forced to lurch forward, as it would most reasonable women, she would draw the weapon with two hands! And bring it crashing and breaking over the back of Liger's neck! Like an executioner bringing down an axe!

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"Really.. Prank calls is this what they think of me as some fucking joke to string along..."Liger thinks to herself after throwing her phone against the wall, head down wiping her eyes quickly "I'm not going to cry over this... " sucking it up and turns to start her way down the hall before hearing "Wrong Number?"

The next thing Liger feels is pain pure unforgiving pain to her crotch area from being struck with a wooden weapon, "KYAAAA" her hands placed between her legs bending forward from the pain. Letting out small whimpers not knowing who even attacking her at the moment.

The same wooden weapon slams across the back of her neck, falling face first to the floor clutching the back of her head groaning staring at the feet of her attacker "...Why...Why are you doing this..."

[SuckerPunch]

The top half of the mop handle spun through the air, snapped by the force with which it was brought down on Liger. It landed on the cement with a clatter before sliding beneath an equipment crate. Rose winced as she watched Liger hit the deck. "Tsk. Such a hard head." The words were accompanied by a grin as she tossed the bottom half of the mop handle over her shoulder.

"Why?" She looked at Liger with an amused smirk before reaching down and taking hold of the woman's hair. She jerked her roughly by her roots so that the woman could look her in the eyes from her rightful place upon her knees.

"Talk shit, get hit, honey." She emphasized the words by bracing her knee against the back of Liger's neck. As punctuation, she drove her full body weight down upon it, directing the older woman's face once more into the cold concrete.

If Liger suffered the attack she would find herself in a world of hurt. Consecutive violent attacks would hopefully leave her dizzy enough for Rose to assert herself on the woman. A hand grasped her hair while the other gripped her bottoms.

"Let's hit the showers baby girl, that way I can clean up that dirty mouth of yours!" She snarled as she urged her into the open doorway with both hands. The locker room. Empty for the time being. Noone would be coming to help her. If she didn't struggle Rose would see to it that the first place the top of Liger's head went was into one of the cold, steel lockers.

[The Riders]

"Such a hard Head." That voice sends a cold shiver down Liger spine. She knows who that voice belong to and it seems like it time to force the music for calling the Champion out and provoking her on Twitter.

"Aughhhh... Let' go of me.." She say's grunting feeling her hair being yanked on pulled on forced to look up at the one woman she hates in this company.

"Fuck you Bit..." Not being able to finish due to be driven face first into the concrete floor with a loud crack like sound coming from Liger face. A small puddle starting to form under her prone figure, knocking her senseless.

Limp almost ragdoll like in Rose arms Liger can only think why is this happening to me. Blood leaking from her nose and a bloody cut lip from hitting the concrete. A dazed look in her eyes as she tries to pull away from this ... this evil woman who has her beaten and just looking to rub it in more. "St...Stop...please...

[SuckerPunch]

The resonant sound of Liger's head bouncing off of the locker was enough to make Rose shiver. "Mmn." She let out a soft sigh of appreciation. She even took a moment to close her eyes and savor the woman's pathetic whimpering.

"Fuck me?" She asked, revisiting the half a sentence Liger had gotten out before Rose had brutally smashed her face. "Oh honey. You're confused about your position in this world; and especially this situation." She grasped the woman's neatly cut hair roughly and gave it a jerk! Enough to cause her roots to burn in agony.

"I'm going to use your body in whatever way I please." She knelt so that she could look in the fallen woman's eyes. "That is, unless you can stop me." She frowned theatrically. "You can stop me, right? What with all of that big talk?"

She waited a moment for Liger to answer, but the moment she opened her mouth to speak she would intervene with a stinging slap across her cheek! If it left Liger subdued, she'd begin to drag her into the communal shower stalls. Noone would be coming to save her. The athletes who needed the lockers had already used them and left. If Liger was lucky, Rose would leave enough of her for the janitorial staff to clean up.

[The Riders]

Hair yanked and jerked brutally to the point it makes Liger scream from having some of her hair being pulled out. Looking up at Rose while she speaking about what she going to do to her, and much more unless she can fight back.

"You Bit..." Cut off again from a slap sending her falling to her side, her cheek turning red from how hard she been hit tears appearing from the corner of her eyes. As she is dragged into the shower stalls her feet kicking behind her hands trying to grab at Rose own hands to force her to let go.

"Let.. Let me go and fight fair..." She yells out tasting her own blood from the cut lip, bruises starting to form on her thick thighs from being dragged across the concrete floors. But there a small spark of fire left in her demanding the evil woman to fight her in a fair fight or anything.

Weakly trying a elbow hoping it at least make the brutal champion let go of her hair "Your not going to get away.... with this My Mother... She will see to it.."

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold managed to drag Liger from the concrete to the tile of the showers before the girl showed her first sign of fight. An elbow that buried itself in-between two of the Brutal Blonde's ribs. "Gck." She winced and made a reflexive noise in her throat.

The pain caused her to jerk her hand off of Liger's hair for but a moment, freeing her for a moment. Rose gave the woman an amused look with one eye closed. She crossed her arms before speaking. "A fair fight? And yet you're already calling for your mommy?" One arm dropped from it's perch upon the first so that she could lift a hand to cover her mouth as she snickered.

"Is mommy dearest here? That would be quite the treat. I don't think I've ever had a mother and daughter at the same time!" She looked around. It was rhetorical of course. Rose Gold had made sure they'd not be interrupted. Noone was coming to save her.

"Darn. No Mommy. And you got my hopes up too!" She frowned as she brushed her bangs back with a forlorn look.

"You want a fair fight, jobber?" Her frown melted into an amused smirk. "Strip. Strip and I'll let you get back to your feet and put up your fists. What'll it be, loser?"