Confrontation

[Arista]

Tap... Tap... Tap...

'There has to be some connection I'm missing... But what? I've thought long and hard, pulled all-nighters, racking my brain to find the final piece of the puzzle, the the one last clue to tie this all together...'

Tap... Tap... Tap...

Gil sighed, dropping her pen down onto her open notebook, leaning back into her chair. This office was meant to be a little area for her to host her shows, interviews, and work on L.A.W magazine, but lately, it had been turned into a detectives office, all while Gil tried to crack the cold case of who snapped her stick clean into...!

The stick hadn't been used in some time, but Gil held it near and dear to her heart, and while it still hung on her wall, being held together by some tape, it was still heartbreaking to know someone had gone so far as to break something of importance to her! Gil sighed again, this whole thing was starting to confuse her...!

'If only whoever did this would barge through that door and confess right now...'

[Devilish53]

Spoiler

Ever a great one with timing, Gil would find the door to the office she was in nearly forced from its hinges with a single kick as she looked up. Spotting the owner of such a forceful thrust proudly standing in the door way, one Karen Starring would step into the light almost with her hands to her hips. And a cold stare to her face.

"I see you were too dumb to even get the message Silver was suppose to give you..." She'd snarl, with the look on her face that of a woman staring down an enemy. Not a friend.

[Arista]

Tap... Tap... THUD.

The door bust open, nearly flying in against the adjacent wall. just barely managing to stay in-tact...! "AH!" Gil yelped, rolling back in her chair, pressed up now against the wall, settling down a bit when she realized it was Karen.

"...Sheesh, you nearly gave me a heart attack, Karen! You know, the door knob works just fine...!" Gil smiled, sliding back forward, standing up out of her chair. But Karen wasn't here for a friendly chat, she was her for a confession!

"...W-what do you mean?" Gil seemed hurt by being called stupid, her brow furrowed as a sad look overcame her face. "...Silver came here to play, not deliver a message...!"

[Devilish53]

Karen had a weird aura about her. She was her usual spiteful, horrid self, but her eyes weren't as confident as they usually were. It was as if she didn't want to be here.

"She came here to pass on my message. Well, it's no longer a message..."

Karen would try to affirm herself, pushing her front out to appear more stoic.

"It's a demand. We're having a match. No fun and games. No playing."

She'd take a single step forward, before banging her fists on the table.

"One I'm going to cave your head in!"

[Arista]

"...A-a match?" Gil was a bit confused as Karen stepped closed, pounding her fists onto the desk causing it to rattle, Gil jumped back, nearly falling right back into her seat!

Gil swallowed hard, her face no showed just how nervous she was, she wasn't sure what had overcome Karen, but something was surely wrong... "...Karen, we already had a match, remember? I mean, I love a good rematch, but now isn't a great time, I'm still trying to find who broke my stick...!" Gil tried to ignore the threat made toward her, she must have just been playing around, right...?

[Devilish53]

Karen's eyebrow was twitching, and not from rage on this rare occasion. But from how hard she had to force herself to maintain this unnecessarily hostile attitude against someone who didn't deserve it. At all, for that matter!

"A real match. No bullshit. None of your little nonsense, or gimmicks. A straight, singles match. And I'm going to beat the shit out of you in it."

Karen now had one hand to her side, lazily dangling. As she brought her other behind her back, as if to clutch something. Though a part of her hoped she wouldn't need it, and Gil would just realize that Karen was completely serious - so she'd then accept the match, and bring about an end to the incredibly hostile encounter at hand!

[Arista]

Gil just stood and stared for a moment, she was trying her best to read the situation... She wasn't aware of and acting experience Karen might of had, but her performance was rathe convincing, if not conflicting.

"...Is the a joke...?" Gil didn't crack a smile this time, instead she seemed hurt. "...If it is, I don't like it, please stop..." She pouted, shuffling in place. She was uncomfortable as can be, whatever was happening here made her gut feel all funny and twisted...

[Devilish53]

Karen was really struggling now, for a reason different than most of the times she had been in a predicament like this. Usually, her fists would be shaking with an utmost desire to cave in the head of the one opposite her. But despite her frequent outbursts against Gil, this wasn't one of those times.

She was struggling to outright give in, and leave the room with her desire to fight Gil in a serious manner leaving with her.

But somehow, she endured.

Not only that, but she went in all the harder, as she pulled an item stashed in the back of her shorts before slamming it on the table in front of Gil.

"Fight me..." She'd say one last time, as the blade of Gil's hockey stick now rested before it's owner...

[Arista]

Gil hadn't seen Karen like this before, something in her eyes was different then all those times where she was overtaken by rage, all those times she saw the heavyweight completely destroy someone on her TV. This time, it looked, no, it felt different...

A tense moment passed before Karen slammed the final piece of evidence onto Gil's desk, causing the abundance of knick-knacks to rattle. Gil stared blankly for a moment, it didn't register right away. But her eyes didn't lie, she was looking at the blade of her stick.

"...Karen did you- I don't-" Gil stammered, her eyes filled with tears that she fought so hard to hold back. "...You didn't, where-" She choked up, swallowing hard. "...Where did you find this...?" Gil hugged her arms against herself. All the signs pointed to Karen, but she didn't, she couldn't believe it was her, she wouldn't do that, she would never have a reason to! They were friends, at-least Gil thought they were...

As much as Gil denied it, she deep down knew what this all meant, but there was a disconnect between her head and her heart.

[Devilish53]

"You know what this is..."

Karen rebuffed, her arms crossed over her chest, as she leaned back to add an imposing look to her already mighty frame. Though as Gil continued to look on at her with those sad, puppy dog eyes, she found herself quivering and nearly turning for the exit.

Only to once again summon that signature Karen wrath, as she brought down her fists yet again to damn near put twin holes in the table - either side of the end of the hockey stick she had just placed in front of Gil.

"ACCEPT THE DAMN MATCH GIL. FIGHT ME FOR FUCKING REAL."