Unleash Carnage

People rarely confused Jessica for a woman with a ton of patience, and she was not-so-slowly running out of what little patience she had. Her pretty face contorted into a look of pure rage as she peered into the woman standing before her. She looked small. Puny, even. Jessica was not intimidated by her. Hell, Jessica was not even impressed by her in the slightest, and her quick temper was quickly reaching a boiling point. She had tolerated enough of these pointless insults and was ready to throw down.

"Time for you to put your money where your mouth is, honey. Me and her," she pointed to her comrade-in-soon-to-be-arms, "against you. No disqualification, no mercy. Fight until you are knocked out. And rest assured, it will be you who is knocked out..."

Styx, for her part, stayed quiet for the moment. In part, because she had little to say. Carnage had made her point clear, annoyingly so, so there was no question on what was going to go down here. The crowd was cheering for her, but that was probably more because they didn’t know what the fuck was going on than anything else. Carnage was going to take on two wrestlers at once, which was a good enough reason throw their lot in with her.

To be fair, Styx wasn’t 100% sure what was happening, herself. She liked Carnage’s drive, she’d give her that much, but it wouldn’t mean anything if she couldn’t put some action to it. And there was one way to determine that.

”Let’s do this, then.” Styx nodded her way, then turned to Jessica. ”After you.”

The girl coughed out a laugh at Ms. Wright's comment. "Yeah, well, I didn't set this all up for a fucking tea party." The mocking smile in her eyes faded, though, as she scanned each of her opponents, women a full half her size over each, lowering her bat and raising the mic. "Alright, yeah. I hope you ladies are ready to get NICE. AND FUCKING. MESSY!" she took a step back as she screamed into the mic once again, "because I promise you... there will be blood."

The microphone dropped limply to the floor, thudding softly before she raised the barbed baseball bat in her other hand... and brought it down on the mic. The speakers blared out a loud, painful pop as the sound equipment was smashed to pieces, irritating most of the audience more than anything. With her free hand, the small girl reached into her pocket, pulled out a small cylinder, and popped out a pin with her thumb...