Commuter Rail [For Devastated]

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Well, it had been a long time since she'd come this way...

How many years had it been now? Too many to think about, Millie was certain. And yet, despite a long absence from her wrestling career, the path to get there was second nature. Maybe it was all the military training, all the nights sent out to find her way back to base armed with nothing but a compass and a map, but the Briton had developed something of a skill for maintaining directions. And now that she was in a familiar environment, navigating the platforms and hallways of the train system, it felt like she'd been here only yesterday.

pa-KING!

The chime of her cellphone tore her from her thoughts, its LED blinking the unmistakable green of a new message.

From: BLONDE BITCH

How's my favourite superstar doing? Hope the commuter train's treating you well! Let me know as soon as you get to the stadium, ok?
Take care!
XOXO

"Urgh..."

What a way to start the day - not even back at the office and the blonde bitch was already fretting over her. What was she, Millie's mom? The Briton's blank red eyes rolled slightly underneath her obscuring aviator sunglasses, her lips pulled terse... It was frustrating, hating someone like that. Hating someone who asked you to check in to make sure you got somewhere safe.

Millie Walker

But at the same time, what was the point?

It was the subway during work hours, what kind of danger was even lurking down there at this time of day...?

Now that was a silly question. The slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Millie's lips as she rolled her eyes again, this time at her own thought - she'd gotten a little too comfortable, it seemed. There was always danger lurking somewhere, even if it was just the danger of losing your wallet. The subway was crowded enough that there was no shortage of places for those with ill-intent to lurk, hidden amongst the rest of the better behaved populace. All it took was to run into the wrong person at the wrong time.

Millie pushed the thought from her mind as she reached her station and glanced up at the board. Next train was due in ten minutes... Well, no time like the present to catch up on old habits. Hands burying themselves in her jacket's pockets, she hurried on over to her old favourite leaning spot, far away enough from the station's entrance that it would take some looking to notice her, and relaxed her body against the wall.

[Devastated]

The word of mouth seemed to indicate that none other than "Major" Millie Walker herself was returning to LAW. Those rumours had gotten rather specific from the looks of it, bordering on actual facts at this point. Another rumour that had been spoken off in more hushed tones was that The French Nightmare herself had also set foot back in LAW. She hadn't been seen much in the past few years, and people had given into the hope that perhaps the hated heel had vanished from the company.

There was no such luck, she simply hadn't taken on any matches. Her interest had waned....but this rumour about Millie Walker had at least interested her enough to make something out of it. Angela had taken it upon herself to set up a little "chance" meeting with her old rival. Though how chance could a meeting be when she had even made sure to bring in some camera men. If she was going to partake in any of this LAW business she was damn well going to get paid for it.

She wore her dark blue coat with that fur trim along the collar, but underneath wasn't anything like a dress or the like. No, she was wearing her singlet, black and white as usual with her fists taped up and ready for a fight. She stepped up into the subway station, her eyes glancing around to try and find her intended prey. It didn't take her long before she caught a glimpse of the Briton leaning up against the wall...Especially not considering that Angela was actively looking for her.

The Nightmare didn't go towards her right away, the cameraman decided to fan out and get areas where they could get decent shots from. Angela however, went to the nearest vending machine, she quickly decided on a drink to buy...a simple BLACK coffee can, which she picked up from the slot and then turned to march towards Millie. A cruel sneer on her face, as she got closer and closer, then when there was but a few feet left she took to a sprint, charging right at the Briton as she would try to swing the full can of Coffee right into the side of Millie's head!

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"Ah feck."

' It was the subway during work hours, what kind of danger was even lurking down there at this time of day...?

What kind of idiot would ever think something so stupid!?

The sudden blur of motion disrupting the usual hustle and bustle of the subway had been the greatest tip off that something was wrong - the cameramen, in particular, were something of a warning. But they had actually distracted her from the greatest threat, the woman who was now approaching her with a BLACK coffee can and a cruel, but familiar sneer upon her face. As the French woman broke into a sprint, Millie's attention snapped to the woman, ducking out of the way of the beverage being swung at her head just in time to dodge the blow, but in a close enough call that she felt the air whipping past her head, flipping her hair out.

"Angela." The Briton glared as she dropped to her hand and knee, sweeping a kick out at her hated foe's legs. Admittedly, she wasn't expecting the kick to collide, but she was just hoping that it might buy her enough time to leap back and put a bit of distance between her and her foe.

If she managed to get that distance, her next move would be to rapidly pull off her sunglasses and tear-away skirt to reveal that she was wearing her trademark RAF singlet underneath - some people would call wearing it under her clothes "lazy", she called it "economical dressing" before dropping the skirt and sunglasses onto her bag and sliding it behind her.

But whether or not she managed to get some distance, her next move would be to pull her fists up and take a defensive stance... "Quite tha welcome party ye got fer me." She quipped, glancing at the cameramen... and the referee appearing from the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're coming to you live with a special match - the following will be a Last Woman Standing all out brawl in the Tokyo subway! Anything goes, and a 10-count knockout or being thrown onto a departing train are the only ways to win!"

Millie raised an eyebrow and tilted her head as she looked over at her hated foe, clearly not quite sure what to make of all this... but ready to fight nonetheless.

[Devastated]

Angela charged in and swung her arm out to try and nail her hated rival with that can of BLACK coffee! It whisked past her through the air as Millie ducked under the sneak attack! The French heel sneered and click her tongue in annoyance. She noticed how Millie dropped to her hands and knees then saw that kick lashing out towards her legs, however Angela backed up, avoiding the kick....only for Millie to create some distance between them as well!

"Whore." Angela responded to the Briton's acknowledgement of who she was. She would see how Millie started to remove her sunglasses and skirt, revealing that she was quite ready for a confrontation from the looks of things. Angela almost wondered if she had been tipped off....not that it mattered though, as she herself would remove her coat and toss it to the side.

Angela would shake her head as she heard Millie's words and saw her raise her arms, she would do the same...bringing her clenched fists up and ready for a fighting stance. " I haven't missed hearing you speak. Though let's see if I missed your screams." the short haired woman mocked her foe. As the match and rules were set out by the referee, Angela would move in! She charged forward to close the distance between them again....however in mid charge she would throw the can of coffee still in her hand, trying to have it crash into Millie's head...or failing that hoping it would serve as enough of a distraction that upon closing the distance, Angela would try to clock her hated foe in the jaw with a left hook!

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"Aye." Millie replied dryly, looking back with those blank eyes of hers... Though unlike most of Millie's opponents, for Angela they were focused directly on the French woman. "Let’s have a gander."

And as far as Millie was concerned, the need for words was over. Now was the time to let the action do the talking for them. She didn't pay the referee any mind, or the cameramen, or the crowd. No, here and now, there were only two people that mattered: Her and Angela.

And Angela moved first.

The short-haired woman suddenly charged in, and Millie's blood boiled. She had planned on being more cautious for her big return, but there was just something about Angela, something that burned inside the Briton upon seeing her hated rival once more. So, Millie charged in too, kicking off her back foot as she charged in, one fist cocking back-

Only for a can of BLACK coffee to shoot forth. The sudden motion caught Millie's attention, and she ducked out of instinct as it flew towards her - but that was distraction enough and Angela's fist soon CRACKED across her jaw. Spit flew as her head snapped to the side, her foot sliding off as she tried to compensate and keep herself from stumbling... But even as she did, that fist slammed forwards, aiming a punch at Angela's stomach!

[Devastated]

Angela was nothing if not a clever and resourceful fighter! She used whatever she could to get an advantage, having grown up fighting daily in street fights and the like. She was clever, a quick thinker who knew what to use when she needed it and that can had been a useful weapon and potential distraction! As she threw it at Millie, some might have just waited for it to hit...but Angela was already moving in, post throwing to engage and deliver even more pain. To her it didn't matter if it hit or not, at the worst it would serve as a distraction and at its best it would smack into Millie's face and she could pound away after.

The French Nightmare did get to see Millie duck out of the way of the can of coffee, but Angela was already moving in and smashed her fist square into Millie's jaw! She watched with glee as her hated foe's head snapped to the side and she had her on the back foot. Or so she thought! Millie fought back with a punch of her own! The fist of her nemesis smashed into her belly causing the platinum blonde bitch to grunt out!

"Grh!" She hissed through gritted teeth, she stumbled back a step, just slightly hunching forward! Anger filled her facial features, as her face contorted into rage. As the hand she had just delivered her punch with before would lash out to grab a handful of Millie's hair, jerking on it to force the face of Millie to a downward angle as she would seek to swing her other arm up and try to nail her in the face with an uppercut!