A Singer or a Fighter (Tori Vega/Shelby Marx)

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Ding ding!
Maren began circling Shelby, who kept her distance, guard up. Maren shot forward bringing her leg up going for Shelby's head in an attempt to knockout. She missed as Shelby ducked in, coming in close, grabbing Maren's shoulder and leg, pushing her to the ground in an ungraceful heap. Maren jumped to her feet, fury on her face. Shelby smirked. Enraged, Maren rushed forward, attempting a right hook. Shelby sprang forward at the same time, Maren's fist a whisper away sliding past her cheek as she leaned to the side. Maren had just enough time for surprise to light up in her face before Shelby's left hook crashed into her jaw.

Ding ding!

"Shelby is our winner! Who could have guessed?! Oh, that's right. Me! And hopefully you did too! That's right folks, go collect from those whoever doubted the great Shelby Marx!"

Shelby's hand was finally her own as the announcer let go. She turned around-

~ ~ ~

"Cat, get out of the way! Mama's show is on!"

Cat scrambled out of the way, knowing Sam might just try those fighting techniques on her.
"Why do you like all this violence anyway? You're the most violent person I know," Cat walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I don't know about that," Sam muttered.
"What?"
"Nothin'."

Cat glanced up from making her pb&j sandwich, noticing Sam sat up in great attentiveness and silence which was strange for Sam.
"Sam-"
"YES! THAT'S MY GIRL!"
Cat jumped and her jelly side of her sandwich hit her face. Sam jumped up and started dancing as whatever she was watching had people cheering too.
"Sam-"
The tv suddenly went silent, then the screaming started.

Sam ran and fell to her knees in front of the tv, holding it, watching in worry as a replay started from the point Shelby won the match.

The announcer let go of her hand, Shelby turned around as Maren's flying kick connected with her ribs and didn't let up. The announcer ran out of the cage panicked. Even on the floor, Shelby was blocking most of the kicks and even caught one of Maren's feet, using it to keep her in place as Shelby swung her own leg and kicked Maren in the stomach. Maren fell over and security dragged her away from there.

"-in a show of great unsportsmanship. Maren will likely be kicked off the UFC team. Shelby is now being treated by medical professionals we have on hand here at the center.

"That fucking-"
"Sam!"
"-weasel is gonna pay for that! What the hell was that?!
Cat gave her another look and Sam rolled her eyes, throwing on her jacket.
"Let's play a game, Cat. I'll get you a bag of bibble if you are able to give an address. Of a girl. Let's say... with brown hair."
"Ooo, okay!"

~ ~ ~

"Hey, Tori. Party at my house this weekend!"
Tori smiled and gave a wave to the popular kid. It's been a long week since the fight and her fractured ribs have been aching worse today. Probably because she forgot her meds that she swore was in her bag.

At least it was Friday. She dropped off the stuff she didn't need for homework and was about to make her way to the parking lot when Cat crashed into her with a tight hug, "Wait, Tori! We wanna come over!"

"Get off!" Tori didn't mean to yell, okay she did, but she didn't mean to hurt Cat's feelings or to have everyone in the hallway's attention on her.
Tori carefully took a deep breath for her screaming ribs and took Cat's hands, "Look, I'm sorry, Cat. I didn't mean to yell. Let's just take it easy on the hugs for now, okay?"
Cat nodded, still solemn.