Rose Gold had arrived at the meeting place long before the other women. Like a predator, she'd hidden downwind of the group amongst the equipment within Korakuen Hall's great sparring room. She had observed the women as they postured and bantered amongst eachother with the curiousity of an crocodile at the bank of a river. Many had come to drink from it today. One of them would be prey.
Rose had moved with the grace of a jungle cat as Eileen distracted her quarry. The redhead placed a hand on Lillian's shoulder and forcefed her the distraction necessary for the black clad blonde's approach. The others might have seen her... But of course, they were all in on it.
"Hey champ!" She'd call out from behind Lillian. Her voice saccharine sweet. It's playful tone belying the cruelty of her intent.
Rose didn't wait for the woman to finish turning around to strike her. The lithe lightweight drove the frame of a steel chair as deep into the woman's guts as she could! Then, showing the same concern for the chair's well-being as Lillian's, she discarded the object at their feet.
The liliputian princess looked down on Lillian as if she was three feet taller than her, despite the practical evidence. Her attire, a black leotard, was painted on her curvy frame. Her short blonde hair was pulled back in a cute red headband that contrasted with the menacing obsidian of the lycra one-piece.
After allowing the dread a second to set in, Rose roughly grabbed ahold of her meal! Roughly, she drove the woman's head between her thighs as if to lift her into a powerbomb position. Her arms underhooked each of Lillian's, pulling them up and straining her shoulder blades.
"Nice to meet you!" She said again with all the sugary sweetness of maple syrup. A disturbing duality as she prepared to deliver her Gold Standard. The caustic cutie lifted the woman roughly by her vexed arms. Rose Gold left her feet as she pulled Lillian off the ground. As quickly as she left the groubd, did she descend. Driving the woman's undefended head, face first into the chair she'd previously discarded.
With the damage done, Rose would rise, rolling Lillian over by one of the chicken winged arms she'd used to bring her back to earth. She spat. And then bowed to the women present.
"Howabout we show the one in charge-" She threw Lillian's words back in her face gleefully.
"Just how we feel about her management skills?"