It occurred to her that maybe she was pushing herself a little bit too far. That after Lilliana, she was just throwing herself at everything to see what stuck. If Jessica was not at home, she was in the gym, or she was here. The amount of matches that she was taking on was borderline absurd, and that did not even factor in how much time she was spending in the weight room and on the treadmill. She had been hitting on all cylinders for quite a while now. And she knew that she was not going to stop, either.
Jessica adjusted her gloves. She was wearing them again tonight, for a reason that she could not fully articulate. Maybe it was because she felt that they were lucky. Perhaps it was because she thought that she could hit harder with them, as if she did not already hit plenty hard without them. Whatever the case was, she sent two punches flying through the air, slicing the stale air of the locker room. A minute ago, she had stretched out and gotten loose. Now it was time to tighten up, and send her opponent for the evening home in an ambulance.
The Violent Violet left the rocker room, rolling her shoulders as she went. Her plan for the evening was to attack fast and hard, and keep attacking until Hikaru did not bounce back. The woman's record was somewhat less than sterling to say the least. Although, Jessica did not always put on the best show. Jessica shook that thought from her mind as she approached the staging area. The Violent Violet was going to put Hikaru through the ringer tonight.
The dark strains of her theme music started up, and Jessica walked out to a tepid reception. She warmed them up a little bit by flipping them all off on the way down to the ring. She slid under the bottom rope and backed into her corner. The match had not even begun and she was already raising her arms in victory, showing off her guns to the crowd.
Let's get this started, she thought.
