>>19552716She’d not been expecting to hit the town. Fortunately, at least a few of her co-workers kept adequate changes of clothing in their lockers, and it was easy enough to pilfer a denim jacket and a pair of daisy dukes. Fortunately, few establishments would turn their nose up at a woman wearing a sports bra. The result was a style that was well out of Holly’s typical appearance. Blonde, laughing, and dressed like a college student, she was barely recognisable. Especially when compared to her compatriot in black and her eyepatch.
Maybe that was why she was the easier target.
When her arse was slapped, it was as if something temporarily snapped. Her cheerful demeanour vanished, and violence was all there was on the agenda. As he lay bleeding, and choking for air, Holly stared at him. Images flashed through her mind, those of her in a ring, head resting on a steel chair, a GJPW match she’d watched as a teenager, a red-clad wrestler sending another to an infirmary.
Amy’s voice brought her back, and she giggled.
She needed to let loose. To just be in the moment.
Holly slammed her drink back, before slamming it on the table.
“Ready.”
She was good at fighting. She had friends. She could be happy. Her fist collided with the first man’s nose, breaking it with a horrifying squelch. Holly giggled, the very picture of a gyaru on the town.
