Familiarity may breed Contempt Who: Violet versus Gambit (Round Five) When: May 2, Saturday, Tournament Day Where: One of the Arenas What: Friends are forced to go toe to toe.
There were days when she absolutely hated her life. Today was one of those days. Violet had done way better than was originally projected, after all she was still only a blue block kid, there was no reason to think she'd make it past round two at best. She'd made it to the semi-finals through a combination of bluff and sheer grit. The whole, I will not go down without a fight mentality which had kept her alive for so long. So now, she was in the semi-finals, round five, and oddly enough facing another blue blocker. That idea hadn't bothered her until she found out who.
They say it's how you handle things after a fight that shows how good a friend you really have...well, if that was true, this was going to be a real test of their friendship.
For the moment, wounds from earlier rounds no longer bled. Bandages went up her arms until it seemed she might be doing a mummy impression. Shirt and shorts both bore witness to bloodstains, sweat stains, grass stains, and dirt. The previous rounds' testament. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph she didn't want to do this. Her reaction would be the same against D or Vic or Kyle...they were people she cared about. People she didn't want to see hurt, especially not by her. Yet she doubted they were about to let her concede defeat in order to keep from having to take on a friend.
From what she'd heard, everyone expected her to go down in the first like she had in the last tournament, to go down without much of a fight. Then she'd been exhausted, just coming off a tear with Ethan, trying to get her bearings together and bought the farm big time. This time around, her first round opponent, expecting an easy win got what was coming to him, a straight up knock out. He made the mistake of getting in too close and she'd shown him a thing or two.
By Round Two, she found herself slowly but surely giving into the anticipation of the crowd, the blood lust she could feel emanating off them in waves. It made it easier to let loose that creature inside who really was an animal, to break bones and howl for blood. Her second round opponent got to brunt of it. He probably didn't appreciate it. Violet couldn't bring herself to care. She was still coherent enough to keep from getting thrown out in the second round again.
In Round three, she sat on her opponent's back and pressed his face into the dirt while he tried to throw what she could only guess were fireworks at her. They stung like all hell, but they certainly weren't much of a deterrent to a woman who wanted to hear bones crunch. So she held him there until he quit moving. Round three in her favor.
Now it was round four and she'd gone pale underneath her tan. The anger swirling in her died a death like that of a breeze. She was going to end up fighting one of her closest friends, someone she saw as family when it came right down to it.
This was not her day. Oh, this was most certainly not her day.