Post by bigfan on Oct 1, 2016 4:04:14 GMT
Anna Sharpe checked her phone for the tenth time in perhaps half as many minutes, saw there were still no missed calls or texts and sighed heavily. She eyed the clock and shook her head. If Caity didn’t show up in the next fifteen minutes there was no way they’d make it across town in time for their reservation. “Where the hell are you, Mason?” the blonde asked of her absentee girlfriend.
Her phone trilled an answer in the form of a video chat request from none other than the brunette in question. Mood already much improved, Anna swiped ‘Yes’ then lifted the gadget to her face. “Where the hell have you been, Caity. We were supposed to be gone half an--” Sharpe cut herself off with an almost painful intake of breath.
The woman staring back at her wasn’t Caity Mason, but Autumn Sammain.
That skinny bytch was calling her Caity’s phone… and she was smiling.
“Caity can’t come to the phone right now.” Sammain said in a tone of faux perkiness. “But if you’d leave your name, number and a short message, she’ll get back to you as soon as she--”
“Where the f*ck is Mason, you twat?” Anna snarled. “How’d you get her phone?”
Sammain seemed nonplussed by the Englishwoman’s venom. “Hello to you too, Anna. Don’t worry, Caity’s around. As for her phone, I just picked it up off the carpet.”
Sharpe opened her mouth to retort, shut it without saying anything. After a moment of deep breathing she said, “Autumn, if you hurt her, I swear to--”
“If?” the Dragon put incredulous emphasis on that single word. “After what that no-talent slice of swimsuit SPAM helped you do to me at Summer Swelter, do you really think there’s any chance of IF in our interactions?”
Anna resisted the urge to throw her phone against the wall. “I want to see Caity, Sammain. Show her to me--”
“You don’t make any f*cking demands, Sharpe. I’ve got the slut’s phone, which means I’ve got her. And if I’ve got her, I’ve got you on a very short leash. So you’re going to sit there and behave yourself otherwise….” Autumn let the silence spin out for quite a bit. “You know what I can do, Sharpe. So don’t interrupt.”
The blonde took a deep breath in hopes of clearing her head. It must’ve worked at least a little because she suddenly recognized a large poster only partially visible on the phone’s screen. It was a pod of dolphins leaping from the water, one of those insipid motivational things they hung on the wall at-- Anna blinked. On the wall of the Yoga Studio where she still taught classes from time to time. “Did she challenge you to a fight?” she asked quietly. “Or did you challenge her? You did, didn’t you, you hateful twat.”
The corner of Sammain’s mouth twitched, the ghost of a smile. “I just came in to stretch. Caity wanted something a bit more intense.”
“You bytch. She’s no match for you.”
Autumn’s eyebrows went up. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
“F*ck you.”
Autumn glanced down and pumped her right shoulder. Anna cringed as she heard the sort of flat PWAK that only came from knuckles striking tummy. She looked up at the phone. “You were saying?”
The Briton annunciated very clearly, an impressive trick considering she was nearly choking on her rage. “She’s no match for you.”
Autumn nodded, but didn’t smile. “What about you, Anna? Are you a match for me? Are you willing to face me one more time?”
Sharpe responded with a nod of her own. “Anytime, bytch. Anywhere. We can settle this right now as far as I’m concerned.”
“No. I want an audience for what comes next. We’ll fight in front of a sold-out crowd. No count outs, no disqualifications, no Mason. I’m not f*cking around here, Anna. If she’s even in the building that night I’ll make sure she walks with a limp every night after. Do you believe me?”
“I do. You don’t have to worry about interference, Sammain. I don’t want to get your blood on her. Now leave her the hell alone!” Anna practically screamed it.
“In a minute. Don’t you want to hear my last offer?”
“Spit it out.”
“A post-match stipulation. A loser’s penalty if you will. Winner gets five minutes to amuse herself with the loser however she sees fit.”
“You’re on.” Anna answered without hesitation. “Big mistake, Autumn. I’m going to make a spectacle of you.”
Sammain smiled again, a mean, humorless thing. “I’m afraid you’ll be too busy sobbing into my ass. And don’t you dare think about passing out on me, bytch. Any time I don’t get from you, I’ll take from Caity.”
“The F*CK you will. Sharpe snarled as she got to her feet. “Better get out while you can, Autumn. I know where you are and I can be there in ten minutes. If I even catch a glimpse of you, you’re not gonna make it to the goddamned pay-per-view.”
The Joshi Phenom only snorted and pushed to her feet as well. A sweeping low angle pan confirmed Anna’s fears. Caity was stretched out flat on her back, legs splayed in a loose ‘V’, both arms thrown overhead. The smudge and shine on her face settled the question of where Sammain made her seat these last several minutes.
“Don’t worry about me, Anna. I’ll leave you in peace while you tend to the trash. But at the pay-per-view I am going to teach you to respect the ring. See you soon, bytch.”
Her phone trilled an answer in the form of a video chat request from none other than the brunette in question. Mood already much improved, Anna swiped ‘Yes’ then lifted the gadget to her face. “Where the hell have you been, Caity. We were supposed to be gone half an--” Sharpe cut herself off with an almost painful intake of breath.
The woman staring back at her wasn’t Caity Mason, but Autumn Sammain.
That skinny bytch was calling her Caity’s phone… and she was smiling.
“Caity can’t come to the phone right now.” Sammain said in a tone of faux perkiness. “But if you’d leave your name, number and a short message, she’ll get back to you as soon as she--”
“Where the f*ck is Mason, you twat?” Anna snarled. “How’d you get her phone?”
Sammain seemed nonplussed by the Englishwoman’s venom. “Hello to you too, Anna. Don’t worry, Caity’s around. As for her phone, I just picked it up off the carpet.”
Sharpe opened her mouth to retort, shut it without saying anything. After a moment of deep breathing she said, “Autumn, if you hurt her, I swear to--”
“If?” the Dragon put incredulous emphasis on that single word. “After what that no-talent slice of swimsuit SPAM helped you do to me at Summer Swelter, do you really think there’s any chance of IF in our interactions?”
Anna resisted the urge to throw her phone against the wall. “I want to see Caity, Sammain. Show her to me--”
“You don’t make any f*cking demands, Sharpe. I’ve got the slut’s phone, which means I’ve got her. And if I’ve got her, I’ve got you on a very short leash. So you’re going to sit there and behave yourself otherwise….” Autumn let the silence spin out for quite a bit. “You know what I can do, Sharpe. So don’t interrupt.”
The blonde took a deep breath in hopes of clearing her head. It must’ve worked at least a little because she suddenly recognized a large poster only partially visible on the phone’s screen. It was a pod of dolphins leaping from the water, one of those insipid motivational things they hung on the wall at-- Anna blinked. On the wall of the Yoga Studio where she still taught classes from time to time. “Did she challenge you to a fight?” she asked quietly. “Or did you challenge her? You did, didn’t you, you hateful twat.”
The corner of Sammain’s mouth twitched, the ghost of a smile. “I just came in to stretch. Caity wanted something a bit more intense.”
“You bytch. She’s no match for you.”
Autumn’s eyebrows went up. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
“F*ck you.”
Autumn glanced down and pumped her right shoulder. Anna cringed as she heard the sort of flat PWAK that only came from knuckles striking tummy. She looked up at the phone. “You were saying?”
The Briton annunciated very clearly, an impressive trick considering she was nearly choking on her rage. “She’s no match for you.”
Autumn nodded, but didn’t smile. “What about you, Anna? Are you a match for me? Are you willing to face me one more time?”
Sharpe responded with a nod of her own. “Anytime, bytch. Anywhere. We can settle this right now as far as I’m concerned.”
“No. I want an audience for what comes next. We’ll fight in front of a sold-out crowd. No count outs, no disqualifications, no Mason. I’m not f*cking around here, Anna. If she’s even in the building that night I’ll make sure she walks with a limp every night after. Do you believe me?”
“I do. You don’t have to worry about interference, Sammain. I don’t want to get your blood on her. Now leave her the hell alone!” Anna practically screamed it.
“In a minute. Don’t you want to hear my last offer?”
“Spit it out.”
“A post-match stipulation. A loser’s penalty if you will. Winner gets five minutes to amuse herself with the loser however she sees fit.”
“You’re on.” Anna answered without hesitation. “Big mistake, Autumn. I’m going to make a spectacle of you.”
Sammain smiled again, a mean, humorless thing. “I’m afraid you’ll be too busy sobbing into my ass. And don’t you dare think about passing out on me, bytch. Any time I don’t get from you, I’ll take from Caity.”
“The F*CK you will. Sharpe snarled as she got to her feet. “Better get out while you can, Autumn. I know where you are and I can be there in ten minutes. If I even catch a glimpse of you, you’re not gonna make it to the goddamned pay-per-view.”
The Joshi Phenom only snorted and pushed to her feet as well. A sweeping low angle pan confirmed Anna’s fears. Caity was stretched out flat on her back, legs splayed in a loose ‘V’, both arms thrown overhead. The smudge and shine on her face settled the question of where Sammain made her seat these last several minutes.
“Don’t worry about me, Anna. I’ll leave you in peace while you tend to the trash. But at the pay-per-view I am going to teach you to respect the ring. See you soon, bytch.”