*Virgo Violet is standing in the training room, looking at the two men lying slumped in the corner, broken and unconscious. She smiles at her handiwork... then looks at the remaining two men. Both cringing on the other end of the room.
Virgo Violet: Well then, gentlemen, it looks like you're the last two assistants to help me perfect my physical arsenal. So very fortunate for you...
*She looks back and forth at the two... before she focuses on the smaller of the two.
Virgo Violet: Ah, Mr. Day. You will be my next dance partner.
*The man looks up in fear at Virgo - he is five foot seven and may weigh a buck thirty, soaking wet. Virgo Violet is a giant in comparison. And yet, he does something entirely unexpected...
*Everything stops. The large, seven-foot, three hundred pound man next to him goes saucer-eyed and looks like he's gone pale - even though his skin is dark chocolate brown. Silence.
All that seems to be moving... is Virgo Violet's eye twitching.
Virgo Violet: ... What. Did. You. Say to me.
Day: I've done everything for you. I interned for your company straight out of high school. Got your coffee every day - even as you dumped it on me... every day. Even as you took a fat, flaming shit on my life. I wanted to be successful. I wanted to be powerful. I wanted... to be like you. But this? Being your lackey... your emotional dart board... your punching bag? TO HELL WITH THIS! I. AM. NOT. DOING IT. I'M THROUGH WITH YOU!!!
Virgo Violet: ...
You insolent little piece of fetid worm shit. I've spent years molding you. Grooming you. Training you. I've given you the greatest corporate environment in the world. I've shown you what corporate perfection looks like. I've paved your road to greatness. And THIS is how you repay me... THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME... THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!?!?
*What happens next is an absolute whirlwind of violence. In the span of a second, Virgo transforms from an ice-cold, emotionless, professional businesswoman to a physical, berserk, uncontrollable demon. Day raises his hands to defend himself... for nothing. The punches are like piledrivers - his arms show deep, dark bruises within moments. The instant his arms drop, his head is whipped sideways from a supersonic left hook. The next ten seconds of violence are so violent that they cannot be watched or described without women, young children and others with weak constitutions going into convulsive fits from the sheer carnage wreaked upon the poor man.
At the end of it, Virgo holds him trapped in a one-armed front guillotine choke while contorting his arm with her free arm in a compromising hold. Day is coughing up his own blood. But even as he fades, he scratches at Violet's arm. He resists.
That's all that it takes to set Virgo Violet off on a whole new level. She withdraws the choke... but keeps a hold of Day's wrist. She steps back... yanks Day towards her, with her other hand cocked back... and as he comes forward, she unleashes the mother of all haymakers dead into his face. Day flips backwards from the impact, hits a scorpion on the floor, and is still.
Virgo looks at the ring she wore on her punching hand, the ring with her zodiac sign engraved on it... and the same mark it left on Day's face. Both coated crimson. She stares at him, her appearance disheveled and deranged, and for a moment the demon within is pulling the strings... then she is calm, not even bothering to try to remove the blood.
Virgo Violet: That will be all, Day. Consider yourself terminated.