Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2014 2:11:32 GMT -5
A punching bag swings violently from a chain. It creaks, reaches it's limit and swings back where it is once again punched so that it jerks, stronger this time. The camera pans around to see the rather petite frame of a good looking red head. Her hair is obviously died that colour as there is no one that is naturally that vibrant a shade but if you look you can see that her roots, barely showing are ginger in nature, it's in a lose pony tail, strands of it sticking to her temples with sweat. Her hands are adored in a pair of custom purple Everlast fingerless gloves. Her tight violet coloured tank top hugs her breasts and the shorts barely cover her ass. Typical for a girl like Violet Bloom. She never failed to show off her assets no matter where she was while still giving the impression that she wasn't someone you could mess with. Her 'ass kicking' of the bag had already deterred at least three males in the room from approaching her and another from slapping her ass playfully. All had second guessed themselves seeing the particular glare in her amber eyes as a threat. She gives the bag one last hit before she grabs it with both hands and stops it. She walks over to a bench, downing half a bottle of water and dumping the last quarter over her head to cool off, not caring that she's made the little tank top almost see-through. She notices the camera and grins.
"You must be the guy from LAW right? Perfect. So what's the deal, I just talk and you record it or what?"
The man behind the camera mumbles something but it's not able to be picked up by the microphone, assumedly because the camera technician has covered it up. Violet nods her head.
"Okay then. A simple 'Yes' would have been fine... don't need your life story for fucks sake." She sets the bottle down and faces the camera. "So here I am a mere days from Night of Glory and oh what a night it's going to be. My official return to LAW. An event that has been anticipated for months. Since I had to step away. Since they had to strip me of the Marquee title. Let's look at it this way... None of the other title reigns on it have really meant anything because none of those bitches have beat me. NONE. I should be the one chick in this place that everyone should want to go up against. The only one in this place worthy of taking that title is Kate. Funny that she wants to go for it and fulfill her need to be a trifecta winner. Good on her. Katey and I made our peace a while ago. One of the few bitches here that I'm okay with. Everyone else can pretty much kiss my ass."
She smirks, picking up a towel with a monogrammed 'V' in it. She wipes the sweat and water from her face. "Which brings me to Miyoko Oshiro." She smirks. "Wow I said it right this time didn't I? Bully for me. You know there are far too many people in this business with weird ass names. What happened to the days when people just had cute gimmicky names like "The butcher" or "The slayer" you know? but anyway... ya I can't guarantee that I'll say it right the next time and I'll probably call you Yoko Ono about a million times because not only do I not give a shit, it's also funny as shit."
She smirks.
"Now I've had a pretty shitty couple days. Some stuff going on with the old noggin but you can be rest-assured that I am fighting fit and I'm ready to finish this need to punish you. Now I know you're probably wondering still... 'Why me Violet?' 'What did I ever do to you?' The answer my dear girl is this. Nothing."
She laughs, shaking her head, flipping the red pony tail behind her head with the force of it.
"I looked through a roster of people all looking for something. All tied up with their own stupid petty problems and then I saw you. Trying so hard to be noticed among the crowds and who better than to give you some fame then the pretty little psycho herself."
Smirking she sets the towel down on the bench, walking back to the bag which is still moving slightly, as if it wasn't an inanimate object and had only just managed to catch it's breath after the massive beating the little red-head had just laid upon it. Violet watches it for a second, curiosity in her mind indicating that her thoughts have pictured just that scenario. She leans into it, pressing her cheek against it while holding it both her gloved hands she whispers, half closing her eyes.
"Ready for Round two my love?" The camera shakes a little. Violet looks up and winks at the camera, or rather the man that had obviously had to adjust himself. "You are, aren't you... you can't wait to fill my fists pounding into your flesh..." she purrs again and a faint cough is heard, the camera shakes slightly again. She giggles and steps back, giving the bag a playful preliminary punch to get it started. It swings back and forth every time her punches get a little more heavy, until once again it's back to the violent trajectory it was when the camera first started filming. Her stance is perfect, her mouth a firm line of concentration, more sweat starting to bead down her temples.
"Each. Time. I. Punch. This. Bag." she stops, putting a hand out to stop it and it jerks against her hand and slows. "I think of your face instead. I'm not going to claim I'm a sane person little girl. That makes me even more dangerous than I already am. There is a reason why my win record far outweighs my minimal loses. I don't allow anybody to get away unscathed. Everyone pays. Sometimes I have a reason for my grudges. You've wronged me or you've said something about me I don't like, hence why I want to crush the little cock-sucker Sidney Grey but you my little Beignet just make me mad to look at you. You're little holier than thou attitude. Your I'm 'big shit' talk. Its like nails on a chalk board to me and when something annoys me that much... I make it stop annoying me. You remind me a lot of that little punk Sparky Brewster and then I come to learn through my research that you're actually friends with her. SHOCK! No wonder I had and instant dislike of you. But please, take this personal. Take it very personal. My grudges usually are."
She gives the bag one heavy punch as it comes back to her and then walks out of it's range so that when it swings back it hits only air. "Let's face the facts here darling. I just want to beat the fuck out of you because I need someone to warm up on. You can't overlook the facts here. I'm fast. I'm strong. I'm a former champion... no scratch that... I'm still a champion. I've never been beaten for that title. If anything I'm giving you a compliment by choosing you first. You get to be the first on my list. If you happen to survive this, I might just respect you enough to acknowledge that you put up a good fight..."
She pauses. Stares at the camera as a smile slowly creeps up on her beautiful ruby lips, still perfect even after being in the gym for what has to be at least an hour.
"Sorry... I almost kept a straight face for that. No. I'm sorry. I don't respect people I beat...but I will leave you alone. Unless you piss me off. Which is likely..."
She shakes her head.
"Let's wrap this up because I'm sure you're already starting to get angry and frankly... I have way better things to be doing then talking about you."
She punches one fist into the palm of her other.
"I'm not intimidated by you. I've already shown how much respect I have for you and your second generation fighter status. That means absolutely dick to me. You know what I love about you Mimi. I love that you think you're the big shit around here. You've fought six fights and only ever won two. And after your last one, I beat the ever living shit out of you, first with a clothesline and then with a pushing up daisies and wow... it really looked like it hurt. Now you can try to say that the only reason I got you was because you'd just fought another losing battle against Nay... whatever the hell her name is... but the truth is, that move would have had the exact same devastation if you were fresh into the ring. Like when we face off at Night of Glory. When I give you another big L..."
She puts her gloved hand to her forehead, placing a big L on her forehead with her thumb and first finger.
"You're a loser Yoko. And you'll always be a loser. I recommend giving up before you get humiliated further, either that or go back to dear old Dad and beg for him to give you some more training. I look forward to knocking you out again. I'd say it was nothing personal but I've tried this thing where I stop lying."
The camera is about to pan out as Violet blows the camera a kiss and returns to the bag, then as it turns, it catches someone else on the screen. A beautiful dark haired teen. She looks a little unsure as she enters the gym and spots Violet on the bag. She looks impressed at the force behind the woman's punches and takes a deep breath before walking stealthily toward her, nearly getting hit by the bag until Violet sees her and stops it. A look crosses the woman's face that is very rare to see. Compassion. the camera looks like it's been set down on a bench but it's still aimed in the direction of the women. A shoe comes up and the fingers pretend to tie it as the conversation is hear.
"Hey kid, you nearly got clocked. You okay?"
Kenzi Grey smiles, looking slightly sheepish for not paying more attention. "Ya, it didn't hit me."
"Good. What do I owe the pleasure?" Her hands go to her hips, but not in a defensive stance but more as in she needed a place to put her hands.
"Well, I bet you saw what my mom did..."
"I did... Let's talk..." Violet glances toward the camera. She smirks, gives a wink before placing a hand on the small of Kenzi's back and leading her toward the juice bar in the gym. The camera abruptly shuts off.
"You must be the guy from LAW right? Perfect. So what's the deal, I just talk and you record it or what?"
The man behind the camera mumbles something but it's not able to be picked up by the microphone, assumedly because the camera technician has covered it up. Violet nods her head.
"Okay then. A simple 'Yes' would have been fine... don't need your life story for fucks sake." She sets the bottle down and faces the camera. "So here I am a mere days from Night of Glory and oh what a night it's going to be. My official return to LAW. An event that has been anticipated for months. Since I had to step away. Since they had to strip me of the Marquee title. Let's look at it this way... None of the other title reigns on it have really meant anything because none of those bitches have beat me. NONE. I should be the one chick in this place that everyone should want to go up against. The only one in this place worthy of taking that title is Kate. Funny that she wants to go for it and fulfill her need to be a trifecta winner. Good on her. Katey and I made our peace a while ago. One of the few bitches here that I'm okay with. Everyone else can pretty much kiss my ass."
She smirks, picking up a towel with a monogrammed 'V' in it. She wipes the sweat and water from her face. "Which brings me to Miyoko Oshiro." She smirks. "Wow I said it right this time didn't I? Bully for me. You know there are far too many people in this business with weird ass names. What happened to the days when people just had cute gimmicky names like "The butcher" or "The slayer" you know? but anyway... ya I can't guarantee that I'll say it right the next time and I'll probably call you Yoko Ono about a million times because not only do I not give a shit, it's also funny as shit."
She smirks.
"Now I've had a pretty shitty couple days. Some stuff going on with the old noggin but you can be rest-assured that I am fighting fit and I'm ready to finish this need to punish you. Now I know you're probably wondering still... 'Why me Violet?' 'What did I ever do to you?' The answer my dear girl is this. Nothing."
She laughs, shaking her head, flipping the red pony tail behind her head with the force of it.
"I looked through a roster of people all looking for something. All tied up with their own stupid petty problems and then I saw you. Trying so hard to be noticed among the crowds and who better than to give you some fame then the pretty little psycho herself."
Smirking she sets the towel down on the bench, walking back to the bag which is still moving slightly, as if it wasn't an inanimate object and had only just managed to catch it's breath after the massive beating the little red-head had just laid upon it. Violet watches it for a second, curiosity in her mind indicating that her thoughts have pictured just that scenario. She leans into it, pressing her cheek against it while holding it both her gloved hands she whispers, half closing her eyes.
"Ready for Round two my love?" The camera shakes a little. Violet looks up and winks at the camera, or rather the man that had obviously had to adjust himself. "You are, aren't you... you can't wait to fill my fists pounding into your flesh..." she purrs again and a faint cough is heard, the camera shakes slightly again. She giggles and steps back, giving the bag a playful preliminary punch to get it started. It swings back and forth every time her punches get a little more heavy, until once again it's back to the violent trajectory it was when the camera first started filming. Her stance is perfect, her mouth a firm line of concentration, more sweat starting to bead down her temples.
"Each. Time. I. Punch. This. Bag." she stops, putting a hand out to stop it and it jerks against her hand and slows. "I think of your face instead. I'm not going to claim I'm a sane person little girl. That makes me even more dangerous than I already am. There is a reason why my win record far outweighs my minimal loses. I don't allow anybody to get away unscathed. Everyone pays. Sometimes I have a reason for my grudges. You've wronged me or you've said something about me I don't like, hence why I want to crush the little cock-sucker Sidney Grey but you my little Beignet just make me mad to look at you. You're little holier than thou attitude. Your I'm 'big shit' talk. Its like nails on a chalk board to me and when something annoys me that much... I make it stop annoying me. You remind me a lot of that little punk Sparky Brewster and then I come to learn through my research that you're actually friends with her. SHOCK! No wonder I had and instant dislike of you. But please, take this personal. Take it very personal. My grudges usually are."
She gives the bag one heavy punch as it comes back to her and then walks out of it's range so that when it swings back it hits only air. "Let's face the facts here darling. I just want to beat the fuck out of you because I need someone to warm up on. You can't overlook the facts here. I'm fast. I'm strong. I'm a former champion... no scratch that... I'm still a champion. I've never been beaten for that title. If anything I'm giving you a compliment by choosing you first. You get to be the first on my list. If you happen to survive this, I might just respect you enough to acknowledge that you put up a good fight..."
She pauses. Stares at the camera as a smile slowly creeps up on her beautiful ruby lips, still perfect even after being in the gym for what has to be at least an hour.
"Sorry... I almost kept a straight face for that. No. I'm sorry. I don't respect people I beat...but I will leave you alone. Unless you piss me off. Which is likely..."
She shakes her head.
"Let's wrap this up because I'm sure you're already starting to get angry and frankly... I have way better things to be doing then talking about you."
She punches one fist into the palm of her other.
"I'm not intimidated by you. I've already shown how much respect I have for you and your second generation fighter status. That means absolutely dick to me. You know what I love about you Mimi. I love that you think you're the big shit around here. You've fought six fights and only ever won two. And after your last one, I beat the ever living shit out of you, first with a clothesline and then with a pushing up daisies and wow... it really looked like it hurt. Now you can try to say that the only reason I got you was because you'd just fought another losing battle against Nay... whatever the hell her name is... but the truth is, that move would have had the exact same devastation if you were fresh into the ring. Like when we face off at Night of Glory. When I give you another big L..."
She puts her gloved hand to her forehead, placing a big L on her forehead with her thumb and first finger.
"You're a loser Yoko. And you'll always be a loser. I recommend giving up before you get humiliated further, either that or go back to dear old Dad and beg for him to give you some more training. I look forward to knocking you out again. I'd say it was nothing personal but I've tried this thing where I stop lying."
The camera is about to pan out as Violet blows the camera a kiss and returns to the bag, then as it turns, it catches someone else on the screen. A beautiful dark haired teen. She looks a little unsure as she enters the gym and spots Violet on the bag. She looks impressed at the force behind the woman's punches and takes a deep breath before walking stealthily toward her, nearly getting hit by the bag until Violet sees her and stops it. A look crosses the woman's face that is very rare to see. Compassion. the camera looks like it's been set down on a bench but it's still aimed in the direction of the women. A shoe comes up and the fingers pretend to tie it as the conversation is hear.
"Hey kid, you nearly got clocked. You okay?"
Kenzi Grey smiles, looking slightly sheepish for not paying more attention. "Ya, it didn't hit me."
"Good. What do I owe the pleasure?" Her hands go to her hips, but not in a defensive stance but more as in she needed a place to put her hands.
"Well, I bet you saw what my mom did..."
"I did... Let's talk..." Violet glances toward the camera. She smirks, gives a wink before placing a hand on the small of Kenzi's back and leading her toward the juice bar in the gym. The camera abruptly shuts off.