Post by Van Zant on Sept 2, 2016 0:58:27 GMT
B O R N T O F I G H T //
"She's bleeding from her lip."
A gasping, flailing and now slightly bloodied Van Zant lies on the concrete – steel-toed boots wailing on her from all directions in a back alley behind McMenamin's Pub. Though they made an effort to hide their faces, Violet could tell that they were of South American descent, and surely it had to be Luiz's gang. She knew she had it coming when she showed up at McMenamin's; she knew this wasn't her turf, and she was known all around West Linn.
"Take a tooth for Luiz. Use these," Violet could hear the sound of a metal chunk hitting the asphalt, "One from the back . . . Really dig into those roots, but let her keep that smile." He had a vicious chuckle, throaty and guttural; like he enjoyed nothing more than plucking the pearls from his victim's mouth for a living.
"Open wide, baby girl . . . " The voice in her ear as he used both of his index fingers to pry her mouth open sent jolts of fury through her entire body. Her head snaps back; somebody had grabbed her by the hair to secure her head in place.
She bit down. Hard.
"The fucking cunt–" He screamed, retracting his hands and holding his index fingers close to his chest as his own blood dripped down his tattered white wife-beater, "The fucking cunt bit me!"
"Take two teeth."
"If you want your money . . . " Violet began between gasps for air with the free time she had left, "You're not going to find it in my mouth, big shoots."
"You want a third?"
"H'oh fuck, bud," Violet grinned, the blood from her lips staining her teeth and dripping down her chin, "Don't threaten me with a good time!"
• • •
Violet awoke in the emergency room, a folded chunk of gauze shoved far back into both the left and right sides of her mouth. Her vision was slightly hazy, and she could tell that she was hooked up to an intravenous with morphine slowly trickling into her bloodstream. Her entire body had been bruised and battered, she was certain you could even make out a shoe print on her abdomen.
"Miss Van Zant! Nice to see you're awake," The nurse chimed, checking Violet's vitals, "Do you remember anything that happened? You just kind of showed up here."
"No idea. Sorry dude."
"Mmhmm . . . " She gave Violet a wicked side-eye, approaching her bedside carefully. She leaned down, scanned the room and quietly whispers, "Whatever it is you're doin' out there, sweets, you better reel it in or else you're gonna find yourself staring up at the grass."
Violet snorted. The nurse took it upon herself to give Vi a moment alone to dress herself. The incessant pounding in her gums confirmed that she had in fact had three teeth wrenched from her mouth. The healing would be one tough son of a bitch, but Violet was even tougher.
"Aye, Hailey," Violet made sure to record herself in her condition specifically for her upcoming match in RSW – she wanted this poor girl to see exactly what she was dealing with. "It seems like you and I have a bit of a problem. Today, I was asked how I felt about wrestling somebody of 'championship caliber'," Violet used what energy she could muster to bite down on her lip, sufficing an ear-to-ear smile.
"Well, almost . . . right? You almost captured gold? But you didn't, right? Yeah, I know girls like you. You stand there looking down on people like me, people with a real background in fighting. See, this isn't a shitty gimmick, fam. I live to fight. I've been in more fights than you've had hot meals, bub. But look at'cha," Violet shakes her head, stifling a laugh, "Sitting from the inside of a car talking about your 'superior wrestling skills' and your 'submission ability'. Until you've been toe-to-toe with me, you don't know wrestling."
Violet spits the bloodied gauze from her mouth.
"So take your little gang, Lord Blake and Raven MacDemare, go and play 'Guess Who's in My Mouth' for a while until you feel like you're comfortable standing across from a real life villain – because a 'Ring Wizard' has no place in my streets. Hokus Pocus go and chokus, don't lose your focus, before the Bitch Breaker gets brokus. . . How's that for wizardry, babe? Veezy out."
Violet quickly extends a long, stiletto-tipped middle finger out to Hailey Banks.
