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Ravenous
Weeks. Betsy had been setting this up for two whole weeks.
Ever since she’d come to LAW, things had been a mess. She’d gotten her ass kicked in her debut, a beatdown she never truly recovered from. While she and Troy had managed to get some matches, they were few and far between, with even fewer wins to their name. There was that mess with the hentai matches, and now management was pushing for her to do more, and it was all just…too…much.
She was out. She was done. LAW wasn’t the right fit for her; she was heading home. She’d gotten all her ducks in a row, filled out the paperwork, and even arranged a meeting at the LAW arena at the talent management office, wanting to do this the formal way. Everything was set, everything was right, everything except for a tiny, niggling detail: Her husband.
The two of them had been butting heads over this subject for the past few days, with him dithering on how much support he was giving, how much they needed the money LAW was giving them, and whether this was the best thing for their careers. She’d thought they managed to get on the same page a few days ago, but now…
He’d started up on the drive over, and by the time they arrived, they were at a full-blown argument, which was still going on as they were parked in front of the building. He sat on the car's hood, arms folded, while she stood on the sidewalk with her folder in hand, ready to walk inside and end this whole thing.
”I just…” Troy brought his hands up and looked off to the side, in the way he always did when he was looking for the most diplomatic way to say something. ”Just explain it to me. Please. Because I’m trying to understand you here, I really am, but I don’t see the sense in it.”
”Troy.” She groaned his name out and took a moment to straighten out her skirt, not quite used to it nor the grey blouse she wore. Business casual seemed appropriate. ”We’ve been over this. Multiple times. Seriously. There’s nothing for us, here.”
”Nothing in LAW, but Japan-”
”LAW might as well be Japan.” She shook her head. ”I like this place, too, but we’ll never get a deal like this at another fed.”
”We haven’t even looked.”
”No, you haven’t looked.” She pointed a finger his way, her wedding ring glittering in the noon son. ”I have. I’ve checked out the offers, I’ve done the research-”
Troy rolled his eyes at that. ”Twitter gossip does not count as research.”
Betsy grimaced and leaned in at that, making sure he could see her eye twitch. ”I’ve done the research. This place isn’t good for us, anyway. One day they’re putting me in hentai matches; the next, they’ll have me be in some orgy free-for-all, and this dark thing they’ve got going on…” She winced at the thought, even shivering. ”You want to see me get banged by, like, five dudes at once? Some weird cuckold thing?”
”It’s not like that.”
”It’s not like that yet.” The last thing Betsy wanted was to get drawn into another long debate in the middle of the street where everyone could see them, so she started to back away, heading towards the building entrance. ”Look, we’ll talk about this later, okay? Just have some faith in me, here. Please? This’ll work out for the best.”
Troy didn't seem all that convinced, but he didn’t push the subject, instead throwing up his hands and retreating back inside the car. The two of them just needed a little space. He’d park, cool off, have a think, and they’d be back on the same page when she returned with everything straightened out. She knew it.
With a huff and a sigh, Betsy entered the arena and headed straight for the main office, arriving early for her appointment. After checking in with the receptionist, she sat in the waiting room, closed her eyes, and proceeded to just…chill. Doing everything she could to still her dancing nerves and find a happy place.
Just a little longer. Almost home…
Ever since she’d come to LAW, things had been a mess. She’d gotten her ass kicked in her debut, a beatdown she never truly recovered from. While she and Troy had managed to get some matches, they were few and far between, with even fewer wins to their name. There was that mess with the hentai matches, and now management was pushing for her to do more, and it was all just…too…much.
She was out. She was done. LAW wasn’t the right fit for her; she was heading home. She’d gotten all her ducks in a row, filled out the paperwork, and even arranged a meeting at the LAW arena at the talent management office, wanting to do this the formal way. Everything was set, everything was right, everything except for a tiny, niggling detail: Her husband.
The two of them had been butting heads over this subject for the past few days, with him dithering on how much support he was giving, how much they needed the money LAW was giving them, and whether this was the best thing for their careers. She’d thought they managed to get on the same page a few days ago, but now…
He’d started up on the drive over, and by the time they arrived, they were at a full-blown argument, which was still going on as they were parked in front of the building. He sat on the car's hood, arms folded, while she stood on the sidewalk with her folder in hand, ready to walk inside and end this whole thing.
”I just…” Troy brought his hands up and looked off to the side, in the way he always did when he was looking for the most diplomatic way to say something. ”Just explain it to me. Please. Because I’m trying to understand you here, I really am, but I don’t see the sense in it.”
”Troy.” She groaned his name out and took a moment to straighten out her skirt, not quite used to it nor the grey blouse she wore. Business casual seemed appropriate. ”We’ve been over this. Multiple times. Seriously. There’s nothing for us, here.”
”Nothing in LAW, but Japan-”
”LAW might as well be Japan.” She shook her head. ”I like this place, too, but we’ll never get a deal like this at another fed.”
”We haven’t even looked.”
”No, you haven’t looked.” She pointed a finger his way, her wedding ring glittering in the noon son. ”I have. I’ve checked out the offers, I’ve done the research-”
Troy rolled his eyes at that. ”Twitter gossip does not count as research.”
Betsy grimaced and leaned in at that, making sure he could see her eye twitch. ”I’ve done the research. This place isn’t good for us, anyway. One day they’re putting me in hentai matches; the next, they’ll have me be in some orgy free-for-all, and this dark thing they’ve got going on…” She winced at the thought, even shivering. ”You want to see me get banged by, like, five dudes at once? Some weird cuckold thing?”
”It’s not like that.”
”It’s not like that yet.” The last thing Betsy wanted was to get drawn into another long debate in the middle of the street where everyone could see them, so she started to back away, heading towards the building entrance. ”Look, we’ll talk about this later, okay? Just have some faith in me, here. Please? This’ll work out for the best.”
Troy didn't seem all that convinced, but he didn’t push the subject, instead throwing up his hands and retreating back inside the car. The two of them just needed a little space. He’d park, cool off, have a think, and they’d be back on the same page when she returned with everything straightened out. She knew it.
With a huff and a sigh, Betsy entered the arena and headed straight for the main office, arriving early for her appointment. After checking in with the receptionist, she sat in the waiting room, closed her eyes, and proceeded to just…chill. Doing everything she could to still her dancing nerves and find a happy place.
Just a little longer. Almost home…
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Re: Ravenous
A few minutes later, a would stroll on through, the click-clacking of her high-heeled boots already drawing eyes before her aesthetic did. In a space where mostly everyone else was dressed in business casual, the fishnet crop top with the bra underneath, choker with chains of silver hanging from it, miniature belt wrist accessories, lacy miniskirt, and the aforementioned boots made her stand out like a pink, sparkly elephant. But not to the receptionist, however, an older lady who's probably seen her share of characters with looks that were far stranger than Raven's.
She didn't miss all of those heads turning away when she turned to enter the waiting room, which was a little over half full. Where should she sit?
Her hazel eyes would spy a familiar face. Steve Ackerman, one of her favorite victims from her days in Cecilia's Corner. Reaming his ass with a double-ended dildo remains one of her hottest memories to return to when she had those nights where she needed relief but had no one around to give it. She headed right for the empty chair beside him, and simply sat. Her presence alone was enough to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat. She pretended to have missed it in her periphery, with only a flash of a smirk to show her awareness as she sat forward with an elbow propped just above her knee, chin resting atop her hand.
Most others were minding their own business after they'd gotten their fill of her alternative look, but who kept staring when she thought that she couldn't see it.
...
Wow, that goth chick is hot! An immediate head turner! Kind of mean looking, though, but that wasn't a deterrent. She had to be here to compete.
And so was Chie Kameko, who was here to have her first match set up. She wasn't kidding herself, though: Whoever this match was against, it was going to be much less a competition and hopefully more of a session. Like Ishigami Yuto's matches.
The tiny, bespectacled futanari hoped that she'd be put up against someone like Gloria Kildahl. Or Ionia. Lacramioara Albescu. Neith. Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud. Or even Alix Jacques! That would be amazing. Being dommed by Alix Jacques!
Or maybe this goth. She looks dominant. It was too bad that there weren't any seats open next to her. Otherwise, she would've gone right over there to talk to her. Maybe get something set up right there and then!
Maybe she should still-
"The fuck are you looking at?"
Those dangerous hazel eyes were looking right at her. Oh no! Nevermind! She didn't want any of that!
...
Raven fixed the tiny, bespectacled girl with a steady stare that her made her tense up in her seat like a deer the second before the truck hits. She expected an apology or for her to just avert her eyes, the latter of which she would do after... Huh.
Steve got up and headed for the exit, unable to handle her oppressive aura for any longer. Raven watched him leave with a quiet, amused chuckle and sat back in her chair, arms crossed.
She didn't miss all of those heads turning away when she turned to enter the waiting room, which was a little over half full. Where should she sit?
Her hazel eyes would spy a familiar face. Steve Ackerman, one of her favorite victims from her days in Cecilia's Corner. Reaming his ass with a double-ended dildo remains one of her hottest memories to return to when she had those nights where she needed relief but had no one around to give it. She headed right for the empty chair beside him, and simply sat. Her presence alone was enough to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat. She pretended to have missed it in her periphery, with only a flash of a smirk to show her awareness as she sat forward with an elbow propped just above her knee, chin resting atop her hand.
Most others were minding their own business after they'd gotten their fill of her alternative look, but who kept staring when she thought that she couldn't see it.
...
Wow, that goth chick is hot! An immediate head turner! Kind of mean looking, though, but that wasn't a deterrent. She had to be here to compete.
And so was Chie Kameko, who was here to have her first match set up. She wasn't kidding herself, though: Whoever this match was against, it was going to be much less a competition and hopefully more of a session. Like Ishigami Yuto's matches.
The tiny, bespectacled futanari hoped that she'd be put up against someone like Gloria Kildahl. Or Ionia. Lacramioara Albescu. Neith. Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud. Or even Alix Jacques! That would be amazing. Being dommed by Alix Jacques!
Or maybe this goth. She looks dominant. It was too bad that there weren't any seats open next to her. Otherwise, she would've gone right over there to talk to her. Maybe get something set up right there and then!
Maybe she should still-
"The fuck are you looking at?"
Those dangerous hazel eyes were looking right at her. Oh no! Nevermind! She didn't want any of that!
...
Raven fixed the tiny, bespectacled girl with a steady stare that her made her tense up in her seat like a deer the second before the truck hits. She expected an apology or for her to just avert her eyes, the latter of which she would do after... Huh.
Steve got up and headed for the exit, unable to handle her oppressive aura for any longer. Raven watched him leave with a quiet, amused chuckle and sat back in her chair, arms crossed.
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Betsy had been in her little world, trying to process everything that would come next. She’d already called up her parents and told them they’d be heading back, and she and Troy could find a room at their old apartment complex, so there were no problems. Thank God they hadn't burned any bridges back in the States, so finding indy work would come easy. Even if they hadn't exactly set the world on fire with LAW, a few appearances on worldwide television could do wonders to up your profile, so finding gigs wouldn’t be too hard. She could put some stuff up on Patreon or Onlyfans if push came to shove—nothing super profitable, but enough to make some good supplemental income.
All good on paper. In practice, though, she was probably forgetting ten steps, all kinds of hoops she would need to jump through, and she was not looking forward to it.
She’d been so focused that she barely registered what was happening around her. She was faintly aware that another person had entered the room but did not pay any attention to that fact. That changed the moment said person spoke up, drawing Betsy’s attention to…
Melody McPherson?
Betsy’s memory was immediately dragged back to her first year in high school, when a certain uber goth bitch had decided to make her life hell for reasons that she never quite sussed out. Shoving her around, hiding her schoolbooks in random places, bumping into her in the halls, all the typical bullying tropes, wearing her out day after day. It all came to a head when Melody stole her Nintendo DS, and Betsy paid her back with a right hook to the face…which promptly got her suspended and nearly expelled. Worth it, though.
The moment passed and she was relieved to find out that her old bully had not, in fact, followed her across the Pacific Ocean in an insane quest for revenge. But whoever this was, she and Melody shopped at the same places, took the same hair tips, and apparently attended the same classes on manners because she was radiating all kinds of malice. Betsy saw the recipient of her ire, a tiny little thing who’d undoubtedly been minding her own business, and she seemed too much for the only guy in the room to take. Out the door he went as if she’d claimed the territory for her own.
This. This was the kind of bullshit she would not miss in LAW. It was the same crap she’d gotten on her first day here, when she’d gotten jumped by the crazy Aussie bitch, and here it was again from Hot Topic Barbie. As much as she wanted to just go on with her day, as much as she wasn’t in the mood, her mouth had a way of acting by itself, sometimes, and it came out with a sigh.
”Fucking uber-goth bitch.”
She’d meant to say it under her breath, barely audible, and it might have worked if not for the air conditioning’s decision to cut off at precisely the right moment. Her words carried around the room, not too loud but impossible to miss, and she just shrugged it off. Screw it, no regrets.
All good on paper. In practice, though, she was probably forgetting ten steps, all kinds of hoops she would need to jump through, and she was not looking forward to it.
She’d been so focused that she barely registered what was happening around her. She was faintly aware that another person had entered the room but did not pay any attention to that fact. That changed the moment said person spoke up, drawing Betsy’s attention to…
Melody McPherson?
Betsy’s memory was immediately dragged back to her first year in high school, when a certain uber goth bitch had decided to make her life hell for reasons that she never quite sussed out. Shoving her around, hiding her schoolbooks in random places, bumping into her in the halls, all the typical bullying tropes, wearing her out day after day. It all came to a head when Melody stole her Nintendo DS, and Betsy paid her back with a right hook to the face…which promptly got her suspended and nearly expelled. Worth it, though.
The moment passed and she was relieved to find out that her old bully had not, in fact, followed her across the Pacific Ocean in an insane quest for revenge. But whoever this was, she and Melody shopped at the same places, took the same hair tips, and apparently attended the same classes on manners because she was radiating all kinds of malice. Betsy saw the recipient of her ire, a tiny little thing who’d undoubtedly been minding her own business, and she seemed too much for the only guy in the room to take. Out the door he went as if she’d claimed the territory for her own.
This. This was the kind of bullshit she would not miss in LAW. It was the same crap she’d gotten on her first day here, when she’d gotten jumped by the crazy Aussie bitch, and here it was again from Hot Topic Barbie. As much as she wanted to just go on with her day, as much as she wasn’t in the mood, her mouth had a way of acting by itself, sometimes, and it came out with a sigh.
”Fucking uber-goth bitch.”
She’d meant to say it under her breath, barely audible, and it might have worked if not for the air conditioning’s decision to cut off at precisely the right moment. Her words carried around the room, not too loud but impossible to miss, and she just shrugged it off. Screw it, no regrets.
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”Fucking uber-goth bitch.”
Welp, looks like she's got the action she came here for. Some wavy-haired blonde in grey. Raven had a shitty start to her day: The upstairs neighbors in the apartment complex she lives in had kept her up last night. Again. At this point, it was clear that they were trying for another kid. Like that aspiring Tazmanian Devil they already have wasn't enough of a nuisance. When the parents gave it a rest, she was finally able to get some shuteye. Only for the little bastard to wake her up three hours later, providing yet another example of why he needs to be put on Ritalin or something.
And another of why she is never having kids.
Landlord wanted to press her about rent today, but he doesn't wanna send somebody in there to get the hot water working again, and when the nastiness from a neighbor's sink had backed up into hers and flooded it, she had to take care of the problem herself. She can't wait to move out of that shithole.
So yeah, Raven was tired. She was irritated. And she was looking for a reason. Any reason. She needed to assert her dominance anyway, make sure these people knew her place at the top of the food chain. Might as well start with Blondie over there.
"Excuse you?" The unknowing splitting image of Betsy's high school bully got out of her chair and approached her with a baleful look on her face. The sort that's been known to sour wells and make women barren. "Maybe I'm being a little hard of hearing right now, but I swear I heard you say something. Calling me something out of my name. Raven, by the way." She made a slight lean forward, head turned, with a hand brought up to her ear. "Mind repeating that for me?"
Every eye was on the two of them now, the others sensing that this was a powder keg getting ready to explode.
Welp, looks like she's got the action she came here for. Some wavy-haired blonde in grey. Raven had a shitty start to her day: The upstairs neighbors in the apartment complex she lives in had kept her up last night. Again. At this point, it was clear that they were trying for another kid. Like that aspiring Tazmanian Devil they already have wasn't enough of a nuisance. When the parents gave it a rest, she was finally able to get some shuteye. Only for the little bastard to wake her up three hours later, providing yet another example of why he needs to be put on Ritalin or something.
And another of why she is never having kids.
Landlord wanted to press her about rent today, but he doesn't wanna send somebody in there to get the hot water working again, and when the nastiness from a neighbor's sink had backed up into hers and flooded it, she had to take care of the problem herself. She can't wait to move out of that shithole.
So yeah, Raven was tired. She was irritated. And she was looking for a reason. Any reason. She needed to assert her dominance anyway, make sure these people knew her place at the top of the food chain. Might as well start with Blondie over there.
"Excuse you?" The unknowing splitting image of Betsy's high school bully got out of her chair and approached her with a baleful look on her face. The sort that's been known to sour wells and make women barren. "Maybe I'm being a little hard of hearing right now, but I swear I heard you say something. Calling me something out of my name. Raven, by the way." She made a slight lean forward, head turned, with a hand brought up to her ear. "Mind repeating that for me?"
Every eye was on the two of them now, the others sensing that this was a powder keg getting ready to explode.
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Oy vey. Here we go.
Betsy sat her folder to the side as Goth Prime stood up and made her way over, her thick high heels clopping across the carpet as she approached. The closer she got, the bigger she got—not just because that was how perspective worked, but because of the aura she projected. This domineering, oppressive gaze, sheer intimidation, backed up by an admittedly impressive body. She was the bigger one between them, with a fair bit of muscle in that frame compared to Betsy’s skinnier, sleeker form.
Soon enough, she stood over Betsy, casting a long shadow as she leaned in with a waiting ear. She’d read about this sort of thing in Biology class, a ‘dominance hierarchy’. Animals establishing the pecking order, butting heads, that sort of thing. Only this wasn’t the wild, they weren’t wolves, and she had every intention of not being with this company in the near but not near enough future. The exact last thing she needed was to be doing schoolyard shit.
And yet…
She groaned and rolled her eyes off to the side. ”Of course your name’s Raven. What else would it be?” She was reasonably sure that got a snicker from someone in the room, but she couldn't make out the source. She brought her eyes back over, meeting the aggressor’s glowing hazel eyes with her blue pair. She held it there for a moment before she thumped her chest and held her hands. ”Betsy. And look,” She swung her arm out, gesturing around the room. ”I get it. Wrestlers and all. Making your mark. I liked the Craft, too, and you’re trying to make the whole Goth Thot Super Bitch theme work...”
Betsy took a moment to really look her up and down, taking in the whole thing. She really went for it, didn’t she? Kind of hot, though, she wouldn’t lie. ”...but take it down a notch, okay? No one’s intimidated. I’m damn sure not.” She shook her head, feeling a distinct lack of fuck’s to give. Honeybunch probably needed to hear it, getting way too high on herself on what Betsy assumed was her first day.
Betsy sat her folder to the side as Goth Prime stood up and made her way over, her thick high heels clopping across the carpet as she approached. The closer she got, the bigger she got—not just because that was how perspective worked, but because of the aura she projected. This domineering, oppressive gaze, sheer intimidation, backed up by an admittedly impressive body. She was the bigger one between them, with a fair bit of muscle in that frame compared to Betsy’s skinnier, sleeker form.
Soon enough, she stood over Betsy, casting a long shadow as she leaned in with a waiting ear. She’d read about this sort of thing in Biology class, a ‘dominance hierarchy’. Animals establishing the pecking order, butting heads, that sort of thing. Only this wasn’t the wild, they weren’t wolves, and she had every intention of not being with this company in the near but not near enough future. The exact last thing she needed was to be doing schoolyard shit.
And yet…
She groaned and rolled her eyes off to the side. ”Of course your name’s Raven. What else would it be?” She was reasonably sure that got a snicker from someone in the room, but she couldn't make out the source. She brought her eyes back over, meeting the aggressor’s glowing hazel eyes with her blue pair. She held it there for a moment before she thumped her chest and held her hands. ”Betsy. And look,” She swung her arm out, gesturing around the room. ”I get it. Wrestlers and all. Making your mark. I liked the Craft, too, and you’re trying to make the whole Goth Thot Super Bitch theme work...”
Betsy took a moment to really look her up and down, taking in the whole thing. She really went for it, didn’t she? Kind of hot, though, she wouldn’t lie. ”...but take it down a notch, okay? No one’s intimidated. I’m damn sure not.” She shook her head, feeling a distinct lack of fuck’s to give. Honeybunch probably needed to hear it, getting way too high on herself on what Betsy assumed was her first day.
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And she's a smartass too. And a wrestler. Has to be. Nobody else in the business that isn't an authority figure -- and a lot of times, not even then -- has the guts to talk that much shit when they're standing alone. There was that girl with the glasses off at the side snickering, but she wasn't stepping in. A smart choice.
And this Betsy -- oh, she'll be getting to that in a minute -- had some wit to her, so Raven let her say her piece. She was still going to have to deck her, but she gets points for wit.
When she was done, she got that little nod that said, "respect". Wasn't much, but it was there.
"Betsy." The name got a chuckle from the goth. "Alright, Generic Busty, Blue-Eyed Blonde Number Whatever The Fuck, your name is fucking Betsy. Okay? So I know..." She paused with an upward flick of her eyes that went through the ceiling, laughing like it was to God for sending her the world's biggest hypocrite before bringing them down to resume contact with hers. "I know that you are not talking shit about my name!" Raven pointed towards Betsy and then herself when she delivered that statement, for emphasis.
"And while we're talking stereotypes, let me guess what you wear to the ring..." She placed a hand on her hip and held her chin between her index finger and thumb...
"Hmm, hmm..."
Eyes pointed to the ceiling while she pretended to think it over. For two seconds.
"Something pink? Plaid and/or daisy dukes? Or did you get yourself a few flags together, cut them up, and call that your outfit?"
And this Betsy -- oh, she'll be getting to that in a minute -- had some wit to her, so Raven let her say her piece. She was still going to have to deck her, but she gets points for wit.
When she was done, she got that little nod that said, "respect". Wasn't much, but it was there.
"Betsy." The name got a chuckle from the goth. "Alright, Generic Busty, Blue-Eyed Blonde Number Whatever The Fuck, your name is fucking Betsy. Okay? So I know..." She paused with an upward flick of her eyes that went through the ceiling, laughing like it was to God for sending her the world's biggest hypocrite before bringing them down to resume contact with hers. "I know that you are not talking shit about my name!" Raven pointed towards Betsy and then herself when she delivered that statement, for emphasis.
"And while we're talking stereotypes, let me guess what you wear to the ring..." She placed a hand on her hip and held her chin between her index finger and thumb...
"Hmm, hmm..."
Eyes pointed to the ceiling while she pretended to think it over. For two seconds.
"Something pink? Plaid and/or daisy dukes? Or did you get yourself a few flags together, cut them up, and call that your outfit?"
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You know what? Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing. Betsy had some pent-up aggression left from her fight with Troy, unresolved feelings, and things she needed to get off her chest. She could use an actual punching bag, but a verbal one like this would do just fine. Raven was the walking, talking embodiment of all the crap she’d had to put up with since she came to LAW, so having her here, on her last day with the company, had a sort of karmic fit to it.
Raven, for her part, was giving as good as she got, too. Betsy hadn't expected her to go back and sit down after that, but she didn’t think the woman would come back with the same level of venom. It was annoying on one level, petty high school drama, but she was into it on another. ”’Busty’, huh?” She smirked, looking up at Raven’s pair. Hard to say whose was bigger when one of them was showing them off and the other was hiding them under a blouse, but Betsy would bet on herself.
This was far from the first time someone had given her crap about the name, though she would admit, it wasn’t often delivered with this kind. ”You talk like I picked my own name or something. What’s your excuse? You change yours when you went black, or did you have this whole Suicide Girl vibe straight out of the womb and your Mom just rolled with it?”
Not wanting to lose ground, Betsy uncrossed her legs and stood, moving to the edge of Raven’s personal space. The goth had the height and size on her, especially with those heels, but they were close enough that she didn’t have to crane her neck up too high to keep eye contact. ”Try kick pads and grappling gloves, honey.” She moved in closer, just enough to touch chests. “Keep pushing, you’ll get a real good look.”
Raven, for her part, was giving as good as she got, too. Betsy hadn't expected her to go back and sit down after that, but she didn’t think the woman would come back with the same level of venom. It was annoying on one level, petty high school drama, but she was into it on another. ”’Busty’, huh?” She smirked, looking up at Raven’s pair. Hard to say whose was bigger when one of them was showing them off and the other was hiding them under a blouse, but Betsy would bet on herself.
This was far from the first time someone had given her crap about the name, though she would admit, it wasn’t often delivered with this kind. ”You talk like I picked my own name or something. What’s your excuse? You change yours when you went black, or did you have this whole Suicide Girl vibe straight out of the womb and your Mom just rolled with it?”
Not wanting to lose ground, Betsy uncrossed her legs and stood, moving to the edge of Raven’s personal space. The goth had the height and size on her, especially with those heels, but they were close enough that she didn’t have to crane her neck up too high to keep eye contact. ”Try kick pads and grappling gloves, honey.” She moved in closer, just enough to touch chests. “Keep pushing, you’ll get a real good look.”
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Raven. Stereotypical as fuck, and she knew that everybody and their grandmother were going to point that out, but she wouldn't let that stop her from taking the name of the wrestler she crushed on as a child. Having been made a subject to bullying at the time, the tormented outsider thing he had going on and that Grunge fashion pulled her right in.
Hell, she'd even use that WCW of Nirvana's "Come As You Are" as her entrance theme when she started wrestling.
But that "rich kid putting on airs" thing they had him do...Ugh. The less said about that attempt at character assassination, the better.
She kept that piece of trivia to herself, and bore down on Betsy with a glare when she literally stood up to her.
Do something.
The blonde stepped forward, getting right in her face. Buxom to buxom. The blouse kept them out of view, but Raven had the feeling that hers were bigger than it was letting on. Maybe she should rip it off and find out alongside everyone else in the room. Drag her ass out to the ring and show the world.
Do something.
“Keep pushing, you’ll get a real good look.”
Well, if she insists...
Raven raised her hands to her shoulders and obliged her, aiming to put her ass right back in that chair.
Do. Something.
Hell, she'd even use that WCW of Nirvana's "Come As You Are" as her entrance theme when she started wrestling.
But that "rich kid putting on airs" thing they had him do...Ugh. The less said about that attempt at character assassination, the better.
She kept that piece of trivia to herself, and bore down on Betsy with a glare when she literally stood up to her.
Do something.
The blonde stepped forward, getting right in her face. Buxom to buxom. The blouse kept them out of view, but Raven had the feeling that hers were bigger than it was letting on. Maybe she should rip it off and find out alongside everyone else in the room. Drag her ass out to the ring and show the world.
Do something.
“Keep pushing, you’ll get a real good look.”
Well, if she insists...
Raven raised her hands to her shoulders and obliged her, aiming to put her ass right back in that chair.
Do. Something.
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Troy was going to give her so much shit for this. Here she was, supposed to be keeping a low profile, talking about how much she wanted to leave Japan, cut ties, and return home. She meant every word of it, too, but it would be a little hard to square that with her current circumstance, where she was getting into trouble with some random bitch just because she’d come into the room with too much drama. He’d say that she should’ve been adult, that she should just leave it alone, that it wasn’t worth it.
He’d be 100% right, too. And yet, somehow, she just did not care.
Maybe it was just her inner diva going off, maybe she didn’t like bullies, maybe she was just in the mood to start something and Raven happened to show up with the perfect excuse. Whatever the cause, she wasn’t in the mood to back down. Instead, she stood up, got in the goth’s face - as much as she could with the height difference - and stared her down, as the other people in the room looked on. She could hear the receptionist saying something into her phone, probably calling for security. They wouldn’t be arriving in time.
Betsy threw the gauntlet down, and Raven picked it up, taking her up on the challenge and launching her with a hard shove. She hadn't been on the best footing, but it probably wouldn’t have mattered - the bitch was no weakling, there wast a good deal of power into the push, and it forced her down into the chair, even making it shift back a few inches before she settled. The Star-Spangled Striker glared at her for a heated moment, as the Fight-Or-Flight response kicked in.
She picked ‘fight’.
Betsy bounced up and retaliated, but not with a shove of her own. She doubted that would’ve gotten her anywhere, lacking the heft to make Raven move. Instead, she went for an arguably better thing: a slap, slicing her right across the cheek, delivering with her ring hand for some extra bite.
He’d be 100% right, too. And yet, somehow, she just did not care.
Maybe it was just her inner diva going off, maybe she didn’t like bullies, maybe she was just in the mood to start something and Raven happened to show up with the perfect excuse. Whatever the cause, she wasn’t in the mood to back down. Instead, she stood up, got in the goth’s face - as much as she could with the height difference - and stared her down, as the other people in the room looked on. She could hear the receptionist saying something into her phone, probably calling for security. They wouldn’t be arriving in time.
Betsy threw the gauntlet down, and Raven picked it up, taking her up on the challenge and launching her with a hard shove. She hadn't been on the best footing, but it probably wouldn’t have mattered - the bitch was no weakling, there wast a good deal of power into the push, and it forced her down into the chair, even making it shift back a few inches before she settled. The Star-Spangled Striker glared at her for a heated moment, as the Fight-Or-Flight response kicked in.
She picked ‘fight’.
Betsy bounced up and retaliated, but not with a shove of her own. She doubted that would’ve gotten her anywhere, lacking the heft to make Raven move. Instead, she went for an arguably better thing: a slap, slicing her right across the cheek, delivering with her ring hand for some extra bite.
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The gauntlet had been thrown. There was pushback. Then the blonde rose to the challenge. And then...
If it wasn't for that dull, throbbing pain in her cheek from where her ring struck it, Raven wouldn't have believed that it happened: The bitch. Fucking. Backhanded her. Ring and all, this fucking...!
Her hazel eyes saw red, and in that moment, she would be driven by an overwhelming need to bring some red out of little ole' Betsy. When that violent impulse swung her fist, it would be directed at her gut. After enough times of it whiffing on the course to the face during a confrontation early on in her career, she'd made it her go-to.
If it connected and brought Betsy's hair closer within her reach, she'd try to grab it, yank it until those blue eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and start work on some impromptu facial reconstruction surgery.
If it wasn't for that dull, throbbing pain in her cheek from where her ring struck it, Raven wouldn't have believed that it happened: The bitch. Fucking. Backhanded her. Ring and all, this fucking...!
Her hazel eyes saw red, and in that moment, she would be driven by an overwhelming need to bring some red out of little ole' Betsy. When that violent impulse swung her fist, it would be directed at her gut. After enough times of it whiffing on the course to the face during a confrontation early on in her career, she'd made it her go-to.
If it connected and brought Betsy's hair closer within her reach, she'd try to grab it, yank it until those blue eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and start work on some impromptu facial reconstruction surgery.
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