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PostSubject: Recovery    Fri May 12, 2017 11:32 pm

May 8th, 2017
Jackson, Tennessee
12:17 AM Local Time

Loss is not a new concept for Sapphire, but she had gotten a little overconfident regarding her new career.

Cosmo Cooper was quick to disavow her out of those disillusions.

After the show, she was not feeling very happy, but Kim had come out to cheer her on, as well as have some time with Sapphire before Tommy got into town, so they went out to a bar only a few miles from the arena called Mulligan’s.

“Man, I bet you wish you could take a mulligan on that match, huh?”

Kimberly said it without really sounding excited about her joke, and Sapphire just rolled her eyes as she took a sip from her drink. Kimberly then nods a bit.

“Yeah, it was pretty bad. Sorry.”

“You’re not wrong though.”

Kimberly nods. She takes another awkward sip of her drink as she looks out at the rest of the bar. There is plenty for her to see, as there are people in various states of inebriation and wearing various amounts of clothing chatting or playing bar games or dancing on an impromptu dance floor created by moving some tables out of the way of the empty stage in the corner of the room.

“I tried treating wrestling like wrestling, and it didn’t pan out.”

Kimberly looks over at Sapphire, and she sees, between the two of them, a microcosm of that same diversity she observed in the room at large. She is wearing a fairly conservative knee-length blue dress with short heels, whereas Sapphire is in her short green dress with the black splotches that basically screams ‘Look at me’ with the undercurrent of ‘Now that you’ve seen me, you know not to fuck with me.’

Of course, this doesn’t always work out.

“Such a butch bitch.”

Kimberly turns her head back and forth trying to see who said that. Eventually she turns around almost out of her seat to see a man standing behind her and Sapphire, and she gasps and jumps to her feet. Sapphire remains seated, taking another sip from her drink.

“Couldn’t beat a man smaller than her, what hope have you got against me?”

To his credit, he is a large man. Sapphire takes that as her cue to stand up, and even when she does, he still stands taller than her, though only by an inch or two. He’s also wider than her across the shoulders, but he’s also much wider across the waist. He might have once been a strapping young man with an impressive physique, but today he is a middle-aged man with a bald spot, a large beer gut, and a distressingly glossy look to his eyes.

When she turns around and sees his face, she smirks, then responds simply, “I’m not trying to wrestle you.”

April 11th, 2011
Seattle, Washington
12:40 AM Local Time

Virginia Stone and several other people, Tommy Buckner included, were bussed from the shore of Green Lake to the supposedly overgrown Duck Island. But after pushing through a gap in some trees, Virginia found that someone--spoilers, it was Tommy--had set up an arena of sorts under the cover of those trees. There wasn’t much to speak of, just a large dirt ring with a few dozen people standing around it.

Virginia and the people from the boat soon joined this throng, and all eyes immediately went to Tommy, who had fished a camera and tripod out of what she had assumed was just a few tree stumps really close together.

“Alright, you all know the deal.”

There was a silent moment. Virginia did not know the deal, as he said, only that she was in for a fight against an uppity girl? And she was going to be watched by some people that probably shouldn’t be watching this.

In fact, Tommy had mentioned the officer that had discharged her this morning, and she saw him present for the actual event in that group of people who was already here when she’d gotten here. As if on cue, he and most others formed an actual ring around the dirt circle worn out on the ground, leaving Virginia standing, uncomfortable, within the circle.

She gets more uncomfortable when she sees the woman she’s been slated to face. She’s just as tall as Virginia, which doesn’t happen often, but she looks like a peek into Virginia’s future.

Kind of.

The woman she’s going to fight is older, her skin is more worn and leathery, and her face looks like she’s been hit by several ugly sticks. And an ugly tree. And run over by an ugly truck.

Or, as Virginia saw it, having been cautioned against it when she started seriously working out for her basketball career, she is a walking PSA not to use steroids.

Aside from the telltale signs of steroid abuse over the years, all she can tell is the woman has violently red hair and malicious blue eyes.

“Time for our opening salvo,” Tommy says in a suave, almost emotionless announcer voice. Virginia peeks over toward him and sees the camera is set up in a gap in the circle. “Kathy here has taken on all comers, but let’s see what happens when she fights someone her own size.”

Aside from height, this is a laughable statement, as ‘Kathy’ has a much thicker, more pronounced physique than Virginia, having spent many years (and many drugs) pushing it to its limits. Still, Virginia looks around and sees no escape route, so she steps forward and squares up to the monstrous woman.

May 8th, 2017
Jackson, Tennessee
12:22 AM Local Time

By contrast, present day Sapphire smirks at a man a bit taller and wider, but no better built than her. He hasn’t seen the inside of a gym in years.

“A wrestler not gonna’ wrestle me? Well then what are ya’ gonna’ do, princess?”

Sapphire responds by winding back and blasting him with a punch he should have seen coming a mile away. You know, if he wasn’t plastered. It makes the man stagger back, and before he’s even found his footing, Sapphire is charging and tackling him to the ground.

It’s a move she knows well.

April 11th, 2011
Seattle, Washington
12:43 AM Local Time

Too well.

Kathy has tackled her to the ground and Virginia has her arms up, trying to cover up the best she can, but when she gets her arms up in front of her head, Kathy just goes for body shots. After the second one, Virginia lashes out with a wild attempt at a hammer blow. It manages to catch Kathy in the face because she’d just reset her weight to go to town on kidney shots. She rolls off of Virginia, holding her face and letting the smaller woman create a bit of separation.

As soon as Virginia was back on her feet, she moved back in close. Kathy had gotten back up, a trickle dripping from her nose as she went for a haymaker that Virginia dodged back out of range. She does this a few times before ducking under and getting inside of Kathy’s range and standing up, blasting her with a throat punch as she rises. Kathy gasps as she staggers back, struggling to breathe. Virginia smells blood--literally, it’s dripping from Kathy’s nose faster now--and charges in. Kathy leaps at her in desperation, going for a surprise Superman punch of sorts, but Virginia recoils in surprise, throwing an arm up in desperation of her own. The effect of this is that Virginia just manages to avoid the punch, and her arm flies up and smashes into Kathy’s face so hard she whips back and falls on her back. Virginia sets herself again, then looks at Kathy laying motionless on the ground. She almost moves in to keep fighting, just in case it’s a ruse, but before she can, she hears Tommy’s voice ring out.

“That’s it.”

May 8th, 2017
Jackson, Tennessee
12:23 AM Local Time

Meanwhile, in the present, the drunk assailant responds much differently to the haymaker tackle gambit. He tries covering up, but doesn’t lash out with the hammer blow, just trying to protect himself. So Sapphire gets in a couple good blows before security pulls her off of him. By instinct she throws their hands off once she’s on her feet, intending to fight them, but Kimberly jumps out in front of them and she backs off before throwing the punch she had cocked back.

“I’m going to have to ask you two to leave,” says one of the burly bouncers. Sapphire responds by straightening the hem of her short dress before looking to Kim, who nods a bit to her. Sapphire looks at the man that ordered her out and nods herself.

“I think your friend here needs to leave as well.”

The second bouncer sneers. “Geoff is an asshole, but you started this one. We’d gladly thrown him out if he’d swung first.”

Sapphire shrugs. “Well then just keep an eye on him.”

She turns back toward Geoff, who is struggling to pull himself up with the help of the bar top. She has her hands behind her back so the bouncers know she won’t go after him again physically, but she still sneers at him as she says “I wouldn’t trust him around any women you cared about.” She glares at him, then turns around and lets the bouncers escort her out.

May 8th, 2017
Jackson, Tennessee
1:14 PM Local Time

The news about the bar fight had leaked, but authorities had refused to comment on who the aggressor had been, so the only proof of Sapphire’s aggression was a few posts on Twitter from people who were either fans of hers or enemies of Geoff who had grainy shots of the aftermath and cheering her for her efforts against a local scumbag. Now dressed a little more conservatively--Kim in jeans and a loose Waist Management polo and Sapphire in a halter tank, sports bra, and yoga pants--the pair sit in front of a local coffee shop.

Then Sapphire sees the familiar sight of Kim tensing up as Tommy Buckner walks up, dressed in a sports jacket and jeans with a plain black t-shirt underneath.

“Hello ladies,” he says with a grin.

“You are entirely too chipper this early in the morning,” Kim replies. Tommy looks at her confused, then at his watch.

“It’s one in the afternoon, what are you talking about?”

Kim shakes her head. “Sorry, long night. Anyway, we’re not due for our dinner and meeting until later, what brings you along so early?”

“What, I can’t just come by and hang out with my two top girls?”

“I think Kim has had enough excitement for now. Go see some sights, boss. We’ll catch up with you tonight.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, then shrugs. “Alright, but let it be known you could have been there for the awesome time I was gonna’ show you two.” He then grins and walks off. Kimberly relaxes a little once he’s out of sight, looking to Sapphire with a grateful expression in her eyes. Sapphire leans in and whispers to her.

“You’re going to have to explain this to me one of these days.”

Kim’s eyes go wide, then she shakes her head, putting on a stoic face. “Nothing to explain...just still rattled from earlier. Sorry. I won’t be much fun today, I’m afraid.”

Sapphire stares at her for a long moment before shrugging and turning back to her drink. “Alright, have it your way. No need to make tonight any more uncomfortable than it has to be.”
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