Originally Posted by Krysys
At first there is silence from inside the locker room.
Then there is a sound not unlike a gunshot.
Inside the locker room, there is a large man standing about six foot seven, well in excess of three hundred pounds. But he isn't standing. If anything, he's lying on his face - with a terrible gash over his right eye. The woman in violet looks down at the poor man with a look of pure disdain... no longer dressed in her business wear, she now wears something closer to ring attire: a black top trimmed in purple similar to a corset with a matching pair of purple and black trunks, with a pair of violet boots... and taped-up hands. Soaked in blood.
She picks the man up by his hair, being careful to try and avoid the blood gushing from his nose...
???: Now let's try this again. I want to have this move down perfectly... and the sooner I get it down perfectly, the sooner this can stop. Now COOPERATE.
With one swift motion, the woman in violet grabs the man under his armpits and tosses him straight up into the air - almost 300 lbs plus - like he's a sack of laundry... and sinks a violent uppercut into the man's chin on the way down. Producing the same sound from earlier. This time, the man hits the floor... and doesn't stir.
The woman in violet doesn't even notice, let alone care. She simply wipes the man's blood off of her face, her expression still as cold as the Arctic Circle.
???: Well that move is pretty much perfect. You are dismissed... if you can still feel... well, anything.
Then she turns and looks at the other two men hogtied against the wall - their eyes wide in sheer terror...
???: I have another move to perfect... and I need another volunteer.