>>18415663>One glass of milk coming up.Maria shaking her head and letting out a chuckle as she returned to the kitchen, returning after a minute with a glass of cold milk.
>My my, 3 to 4 Kade Crushers. It seems that you think quite highly of me, seeing that you're reserving at least 2 finishers just for little old me.Maria considered sitting down for a conversation with Nikki, but a buzz from the kitchen caught her by surprise.
>Ah, the bread is ready...>>18416058It was then that all hell broke loose, her door broken down by an irate, unhinged Miss USA. Maria listening to it all as she watched the bull in a china shop break an old vase, meant for flowers and the picture of her twin daughters.
>So glad you were able to join us darling, I wasn't aware you were invited, but I'll grab an extra plate for you.Her tone was still friendly, sweet, but there was an underlying tone of anger, fury in her voice.
>But I do believe you are scheduled to fight any of us at Clash dear, last I've heard you've got a match against Lightning Nika.Maria clenched her fist, watching the broken picture frame on the floor.
>Now sit.>Down.Maria would not be intimidated or threatened in her own home by anyone, let alone someone who showed up uninvited. By that point the friendliness had slipped from her face. Replaced that of fury, anger, UNYIELDING RAGE hidden by a thin veneer of courtesy. Gone was Maria McTavish, Mighty Milf.
Right now at her kitchen stood, coated in an aura of dread, Maria, furious mother.
Hell hath no fury like a mother, mad.
