The Morning Commute

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"So, how's my favourite wrestler doing so far? Gotten into any fun fights?"

Her manager's voice floated through the cell and forced Millie's eyes into a roll. How annoying that the morning hustle and bustle and horns of the local train station couldn't drown her voice out. The Tokyo Brawl had just begun and her manager was already acting like she was some kind of child to be looked after. Wonderful. Why the hell had she signed that stupid contract in the first place?

"I'm fine, mom. The brawl just started." Millie replied grumpily, a scowl forming on her face as the blonde bitch replied with a haughty laugh. "You don't have to worry. I can hold my own." She added, smirking slightly as she was already imagining the fun she could have with some of the others in this event. After all, it wasn't like anyone who was sheepish would be getting involved, only people who were confident enough in their abilities.

"Ohhh, Millie, I'm just worried about you! Just remember, if you get hurt too bad all my investments into you will be shooooooot~" The blonde's voice called out in a singsong tone. "Speaking of, do try and keep that new outfit intact. It wasn't cheap, you know."

Millie's New Digs

"Yeah, I'll try." Millie shot back, not wanting to give the blonde bitch a victory and admit that she'd already taken a shine to the new outfit, much preferring to just end the call there and then. "Bye."

"Have fun dar-"

The woman's voice cut off as Millie hung up and stood from her favourite leaning spot on the wall, eyes scanning the station for any potential opponents. The station was still crowded enough with the usual crowd of workers and travellers boarding and departing trains that she had to look, but still, any other wrestlers would hopefully stand out enough that they wouldn't get the drop on her...

[Devastated]

The only reason why Angela had signed up in this contest was because she felt like she had to let of some steam, and what better way than to get back to her roots and beat bitches up around town. Now sure, Tokyo was very different and the women in LAW knew how to fight back, but the French Nightmare was all for that, the more they struggled the better.

She was working a bit of a new wrestling attire as well. As her manager had said it wasn't wise to keep wrestling in her current one. Usually she hadn't cared much what she wore...she actually felt as if this was weird. She wore a one piece singlet, clinging tightly to her frame, her usual jacket draped over her shoulders and left open... a pair of black boots adorned her feet and her hands and wrists were taped. She had a lighter in her pocket and a lit cigarette in her mouth.

Spoiler

As she walked through the train station, there was a Japanese man who came up to her and asked her to put out the deathstick, but the platinum blonde responded to his words with a headbutt to his nose. She didn't actually understand what he said, but she figured it was something along the lines, " You can't smoke in here." So she caused a bit of nose bleed for the poor lad as she busted his nose and then she was on her way.

Why was she at the train station though? Well, mainly cause that was what she considered a great place to get things started. It was a rather interesting place, a lot of potential to damage people and of course one could probably just take a quick train to a different location after she'd kicked whoever she would come across to kingdom come.

As Angela continued to wander though, she caught the glimpse of someone in the corner of her eye. " Ah..?" She let out, a bit surprised at first. That surprise turned into a smirk next. She knew this woman...The Nightmare decided to move right after Millie, hoping to catch her by surprise, Angela would try and step up right next to the relaxed woman and try and smack her fist right into her face for a greeting!

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The great thing about sunglasses was that they made it hard to see where your attention was directed.

So when a familiar-looking French bitch decked out in a frankly ridiculous outfit complete with cigarette in mouth, Millie did her best to play it off like she hadn't even noticed. The Briton stuffed her hands in the pockets of her bomber jacket, leaning back and facing straight ahead while her eyes followed the blonde as she drew ever closer. Her hope? That Angela was in the event, and would be stupid enough to come in close. Then Millie could punch the Frog straight in her bitchy face and get her first win of the event.

That was the hope, at least.

As Angela stepped up next to her, Millie slid her hands out of her jacket and try to throw a friendly greeting punch at Angela's face, only to simultaneously receive one herself from the French bitch!

"Feck!" Millie snarled, drawing a few stares as she was sent stumbling away from her enemy as she felt her brand new aviators bend. Well, so much for not damaging the outfit. Still, Millie had taken worse and she wasn't about to let Angela get the upper hand that easily, dropping down into a fighting stance as she swept the somewhat worn sunglasses from her face and stared daggers at her first opponent. "Just my luck, seeing your ugly mug here..."

[Devastated]

Angela came right up and smacked her fist right into Millie's pretty face but as she did her own face was rocked to the side as the tough as nails hated foe of hers shot one back at the same time. She staggered back, a grunt escaping her mouth as she would move her hand up and wipe away some spittle from the corner of her mouth as she hadn't prepared that blow to come her way.

She would hear Millie's words and simply stare daggers right back at the woman, a crude grin forming on her face. " Wasn't sure it was you at first...looked like a clown. Then I remembered, you pretty much are one. An Assclown. " Angela said as she narrowed her eyes and raised her arms. A few people around the two that were standing in the train station would bring their smartphones up and start to record the event, streaming it live right away to places like twitch and youtube.

Angela wouldn't waste anymore time, as she took to moving forward and tried to throw a punch right up into Millie's chest before trying to follow it up with a left hook aimed towards the face of the white haired foe of hers. Trying to go in strong with a barrage of punches, but for as much as she would ridicule and mock Millie, she knew that the woman was tough and knew she had to stay on her if she wanted to crush every single bone in her body and start this day off the right way.

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"That's funny," Millie snarled back, arms raising up as she matched Angela's gaze. The rest of the world may as well have not existed to her at that moment, her sole focus being the utter destruction of her hated enemy. "Coming from a circus reject."

Angela managed to move first, smashing her in the chest with a wicked punch that left the Briton wincing in pain. That wasn't enough to knock Millie senseless though- she wouldn't let it be enough. Digging in her heels she snapped her arm up as she noticed the left hook coming in, blocking the strike and shooting back with a kick to the side of Angela's knee. She wasn't going to hold anything back in this match. For as much as she hated the Frog, she knew that the blonde was a threat that required all her attention.

If her kick connected, Millie would attempt to sweep in and grab hold of Angela's head, intending to slam the blonde face-first into the wall and score herself an early advantage. The less time she had to spend fighting this psychopath near moving vehicles, the better.

[Devastated]

Angela would grit her teeth as she threw a harsh blow into Millie's chest and left the woman wincing in pain, letting the Briton gasp as she knocked her back a step and moved in to try and follow up with further strikes, yet as she did so all she took in turn was a kick straight to the side of her knee, causing her to gasp out and buck a little in her stance...

It was enough for the fellow fair haired woman to take a hold of her head and then yank on it to smack her forehead right into the wall...Angela would groan as the thumping feeling of pain entered her skull and rocked her brain, causing her to stagger back...before then trying to swing out a wild strike in the general direction of Millie.

It was by far not aimed at a specific spot, not was it lacking in any amount of force as wild was a fitting name for it. A reactionary haymaker!

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The feeling of Angela's knee bucking in and the subsequent smash of her skull against the wall brought a savage little grin to the Briton's face. Normally she wouldn't take quite so much pleasure in crushing her foes, but Angela? Well, Angela was a special exception. After what the Frog had done to her drinking buddy and teammate, Millie was eager to get all the payback she could.

So when Angela stumbled back, Millie was right there with her. The Briton would waste no time in trying to press her advantage, grabbing for the scruff of her foe's neck with one hand as she readied the other for a hook across the jaw. Except Millie never got the opportunity to try. She had been so focused on the attack, that she had barely registered the reactionary haymaker until it was already smashing across her jaw.

Coughing up spit, Millie's head turned with the punch and the Briton found herself stumbling to the side. Her face stung with pain as she instinctively placed a hand against the wall to balance herself, snarling as she tried to turn her gaze to focus on her foe once more.

[Devastated]

That haymaker worked like a charm! Smacking right into the Briton's face as the French Nightmare would quickly shake off the cobwebs from having her head smashed into the wall, there was a slight blurriness that was starting to subside..but she didn't have the time to wait for that to happen. Moving forward she would quickly bring her foot up and try and stomp it right down onto Millie's knee.

Trying to force the white haired woman down onto her knee and place her in an awkward position. When she was down, Angela would try and act by grabbing a hold of that head with both of her hands and then rear her leg back. A wicked smirk on her face, as the platinum blonde woman would try and shoot her knee right up into that forehead of Millie's, trying to fire it like a piston up into Millie's skull and knock her foe onto her back with a cruel strike. Trying to leave her seeing stars!

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Head still spinning, Millie pushed herself off from the wall and came back to her feet. The ex-pilot would attempt to bring her arms in, wanting to adopt a defensive posture, only to feel the Frog's foot smash down into her knee. "GAH!" The Briton cried out, stumbling forwards and falling to her knees before the platinum blonde.

The next thing Millie knew, stars filled her vision and she momentarily blacked out as Angela's knee slammed into her face. The Briton fell backwards, her body dead weight until the impact shook her awake once more. Acting on instinct alone, Millie's leg shot forwards at Angela's leg. Her goal was to knock the bitch off her feet and to the ground, hopefully giving her enough time to crawl away from the blonde bimbo and climb up to her feet. Her teeth gritted as she started imagining all the things she could do to get back at her foe, wanting nothing less than to bash the bitch's face in!

[Devastated]

Angela smashed her knee into Millie's face! Then once more! The second time she did so seemed to simply spurr on the woman who was certainly in a fuzzy state. Though she was still able to strike back, as Millie kicked her own leg out and smacked it against the leg of the French Nightmare. The busty platinum blonde soon fell onto her rear, wincing a bit as she glared over at the crawling Briton.

Shaking her head, Angela would rise to her feet and chase after Millie. Trying to close in the distance and try to grab at the woman! Who would try and grab a hold of Millie's right leg, trying to hold her by the ankle and raise that leg up high where she would start to try and lock in an ankle lock. Hugging that foot close to her buxom chest as she aimed to try and twist that ankle around. " va te faire enculer..."