What Makes You Tick.

"Oh it just happened..." Poison said thinking about adding something else but she decided to shut up. Bonnie had apparently fell for it and the cute pink-haired rogue knew that giving explanations when nobody was asking for them was a sure way to draw attention. She smiled innocently and got inside the house, waited for Bonnie to close the door and then take the lead towards the bathroom. She walked behind Bonnie, looking at the girl up and down to seize her up, waiting for them to be away from the exit door. Poison's cute smile turned into a wicked one when she noticed Bonnie's knee pad over the knee.

Licking her luscious lips Poison placed her toolbox on the floor and held the monkey wrench with both hands, and then without any warning she crouched and bit and swung the wrench aiming to hit Bonnie's injured knee with it trying to drop the girl down in a most painful way.

Clyde collided with Allison's midsection and sent them both sprawling to the floor. Allison didn't bother fighting back, though she was sure she could take the upper hand if she wanted. All the leverage she had was already in play, and she didn't have to lift a finger.

"Why don't you give her a call, darling?" She said, full of good cheer like she was chatting Clyde up at a party. "Not that she'll be able to pick up. Perhaps her new friend will send you pictures of their fun! Wouldn't that be lovely?" She turned her head and called out into the vacant parking garage. "Jocelyn? Are you there?"

"Really?" Bonnie added curiously with a hint of suspicion towards Poison's statement but otherwise dropped it, after all she had just taken woken up from a long nap and anything could have happened in that amount of time.

So Bonnie closed the door behind Poison and turned her back to the woman, walking with a very slight stiffness in her leg as her knee was still healing up, but another week was expected to be all she needed for it to be 100% again and then she could go back to training and walk properly with it, maybe no more knee pad either.

Those thoughts weren't in her head though, she just guiding her guest towards the bathroom. That train of thought was shattered however when she suddenly felt a horrid pain erupt from the back and side of her injured knee. Bonnie's eyes shot wide open as she was struck, her mouth opening with a harsh, pained gasp as her leg gave out. "Haahhh!!" She cried from the horrid pain of steel bashing her knee, unable to support her weight as she lost balance and fell forward, landing on the coffee table between the sofa and the TV, flopping over it as she fell the floor, catching herself with her hands to protect her face.

Bonnie rolled over immediately on her side and held her knee, cheek against the floor as she cradled it, tears welding up inside her eyes as she howled pain. "Ooooh G-God...F-Fuck!" She howled before her eyes darted towards Poison hatefully.

"Y-You bitch! Yellow-assed...C-Coward! Nggh... What the hell is your problem!?!?" Growled Bonnie through her teeth, thankfully her knee-pad had protected her, but the impact was still present and it wounded Bonnie deeply.

Jocelyn wasn't going to miss this for a second. No matter how it developed, she got a front row seat to something enjoyable. But she wasn't going to tell Allison. If the two managed to get the upper hand, then she could swoop in and save the blonde or maybe even help. She didn't think she'd have to save Allison though. And she wanted to pay the Scot back a little bit.

She was leaning nearby against a concrete pillar with her legs crossed scowling at the seen from her hidden spot. Both of them were stupid and Allison was stupid for indulging them. She should just kick there ass. But she did like the other thing she set up and seeing the pair's reaction was good enough for the trip.

Duffy had been struggling against Allison. She knew that she wasn't thinking. She wasn't using a clear head. This bird, she should be able to handle no sweat but the thought of her hurting Bonnie was just too much for her to keep a handle on. It was only when Clyde finally flew off the handle and sacked up that she was let go. And Allison didn't seem to remove that smirk from her face. Duffy rocked her shoulders back and held up her fists. Well, if she wanted to hurt Bonnie even more, she'd be sipping her next dinner through a straw. Duffy would knock out a tooth for every hair on Bonnie's head that got hurt!

But as she took a step forward to dogpile onto Clyde, She caught the shadow flying through the air. An arm collided with her throat and she was slammed back to the ground as Jocelyn came flying over the hood of a car and clotheslined her to the hard cement.

Jocelyn rolled past Duffy and hopped up gracefully. She spun around and brushed herself off, keeping an eye on the Scot. "Get the fuck off her, you scrungy jonas!" Jocelyn growled. The Chistralian lifted her heel up and slammed it down into Duffy's forehead, just as she was about to lift it up to start getting up. "Maybe I'll put this rowl twat in the hospital too!"

Clyde mounted Allison and got his hands on her collar, shooting a hateful glare in her eyes with his own, red teary ones. He felt Stupid. So Stupid. He left Bonnie alone and now this wench is probably torturing her more with her lap dog. How dumb was he to question why people like her did horrible things, he felt stupid wanting to know why she enjoyed this. Stupid for thinking there had to be more to this. There was no way every dick got off on torturing others.

But now he didn't care. This heartless witch was hurting his family. Hurting Bonnie, hurting Duffy. He couldn't take it.

"Shutup!!" He yelled against her cheerful demeanor as she told him to call. Her cheerfulness made his cheek twitch, he couldn't believe her. "SHUTUP! SHUTUP! For the love of God, stop hurting my sister, you bitch!" the cowboy demanded, gritting his teeth with a tearful scorn at her, raising his hand to strike her before the woman turned and called for... Jocelyn. Clyde's eyes went wide as he would lift his head and see Jocelyn out the corner of his eye, flying over the hood of a car to clothesline Duffy down to the ground.

"Duff!!" Clyde called to her, still holding onto Allison, whom he wanted to hurt, but he hesitated, unsure of leaving Allison or trying to save Duffy. His inability to decide would cost him as he would witness The Chistralian lift her heel up and slam it down onto Duffy's forehead.

"God, I'm so stupid..!!" It's all he could repeat in his head as he let go of Allison and tried to charge, full-speed at Jocelyn, angrily rushing the woman as he lost it. "Leave her alone!!" He screamed, trying to throw a wild, hard, haymaker at the Asian woman. Aiming for somewhere in the head. Anywhere. He wasn't thinking anymore.

Allison raised an amused eyebrow as she drew herself upright, taking a moment to make sure that everything was in the right place and dusting off the back of her coat where the parking garage cement had sullied it. She had seen Jocelyn's brutality, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Very well done, little Lu Jiao," Allison purred, without bothering to come to Jocelyn's aid as Clyde flung himself at her. "Do you feel as though you've restored your pride? Or do you need more time alone with the little Irish tart."

She drew her phone out of her purse and scanned through her recent contacts. "Boy, if you care about your sister's wellbeing in the slightest, I suggest you hurry back to her. It's a long train ride, and I can't begin to tell you the things that can happen in those three hours alone." Then her tone changed, her face became hard with her jaw firmly set. "Run along, now. Take your trash with you." She commanded without raising her voice.

Jocelyn kept her heel ground into Duffy's face while she watched Clyde begin to nally understand what was going on. She grinned wickedly when the boy charged her. Like Duffy with Allison, Clyde's looping hook was easy to telegraph. The Chistralian pivoted her foot, grinding her heel into Duffy's face. She then bent her body to avoid Clyde's punch and gave him a push to put his back to her. Jocelyn used her new position to swing her leg up between Clyde's legs and put him to the concrete next to Duffy.

Jocelyn then turned and held out her hand for Allison to fully stand back up. "I don't know... she probably deserves a bit more but... I don't think she's worth it." Jocelyn then lowered her head and looked down. "Neither is that boy though. You're too good for all this, Sarah." She said in nearly a whisper.

Put all he had into the punch that he aimed for Jocelyn, swingingly wildly but hard towards Jocelyn and ultimately missing, stumbling forward in a loss a balance as she slipped behind him with a weave and push before swinging her leg up, kicking him in the family jewels, making his eyes bulge as he crumbled to the cold cement floor, clutching his rocks as he writhed in pain.

"F-Fuck!" His eyes were red and teary from both the pain and knowledge that he had really screwed up big yet again. And hearing Allison's words just felt like a nail in the coffin, 3 hours... He'd never reach Bonnie in time to stop anything. It would be the aftermath. He hated Allison and Jocelyn. Hated how they smug talked. He hated himself for getting Duffy and Bonnie hurt. He kept on screwing up.

"...Ngh... Just what the hell has my sister done to deserve all the shit you put on her!? T-This ain't even wrestlin' anymore!" He growled through his teeth at the duo.

Allison could see the reality of the situation finally start to sink in to the dim-witted Texan's thick head, and she laughed softly. She found it difficult to take any real pleasure in Jocelyn's violence against the boy, there was so little dignity to it is seemed almost vulgar.

"Oh, Mr Gastin," she said with the subtlest hint of sarcasm. "I assure you, the work is its own reward. Now, I agree with Jocelyn. Are we quite finished here?" She raised her eyebrows expectantly and stood with all the regal poise of a 1930's aristocrat.

Jocelyn furrowed her brow at Clyde's words. She ignored Allison and spun on her heels to drive her foot into Clyde's ribs. She clenched her fists tightly as she stood over Clyde. "Listen, shrimp dick." She spouted. "You're the one that brought your boyfriend outhere and wanted to meet her. It's what you fuckin get for wastin her time!"

Jocelyn stepped back next to Allison and crossed her arms under her chest. She had a smug look of satisfaction on her face and looked to Allison for approval. "He was practically begging for this."