Seeing Red [for Mystery & Liesmith]

A low laugh followed Mikayla’s pronouncement – it did indeed look like trouble needed to eat its spinach if it was going to deal with the three of them.

”I’m glad you saved one for me then,” She joked.

Also the trainers needed to find a few more braincells, she added to herself, listening to the trainer’s answer to the Minnesotan’s question about why they’d come after her and not, say, the one who’d actually knocked them out repeatedly. Idiots.

”Aless is her squeeze doll,” Alicia offered laconically in reply to Chelsea’s query, a thin smirk tugging at her lips – she knew how little the blonde liked this description of her friend, ”She’s one of the trainers but she just loves getting between Mikayla’s legs.”

Of course, Mikayla wasn’t really in a position to do much to the big redhead, not when she was thoroughly focused on the brunette trainer stuck between her legs and proving she definitely wasn’t a pushover.

Alicia watched with a grin as Mikayla pressed her legs together, not so much a headscissors yet as just pressing the trainer’s skull between her thighs. All she had to do though was roll to the side, stretch her legs out and cross her ankles and that would be that. She waited… waited…

And blew out a disappointed sigh as the blonde let go.

True, the threat was pretty good but she still thought the knockout would have made the point more convincingly. Which was why, as Mikayla and Chelsea made their way out, Alicia let the other two get a little ahead of her, before she dropped down onto the brunette trainer in her own schoolgirl pin.

”If you’ve got a problem with me, deal with me – I’ll kick your asses again in a heartbeat,” She growled, keeping her voice down, looking the brunette right in the eyes, ”But go after Mikayla again and I guarantee you’ll be stretchered out of here. And you know I can do it.”

Point made, she stood up, firing a last vindictive kick into the trainer’s ribcage before jogging after the other two women.