Run away.

You figure that best strategy is to run and wait for a chance to turn things around. Unfortunately, Roxanne has a different plan in mind. As you attempt to run away again, Roxanne takes another handful of your golden locks. She jostles your head around, disorienting you, yanking your hair to and fro. She forces you to turn around and face her as she yells right into your face. “You thought you could get away from me!? You give blondes a bad name! I’m gonna end your career right here and now!”

With your hair in hand, Roxanne drives your face into her knee. Your nose is jammed by the knee raised into your face. You stumble backwards, only to have your escape thwarted with another handful of hair. Your vision blurs and your nose throbs with throes of pain. As you bring your hands to your aching nose, Roxanne brings her fingers up to your face. She pokes you in the eyes, blinding you temporarily, refusing to give up the grasp on your hair.

Roxanne grips her hands around your throat, closing off the air, and shaking you about. You stick out your tongue, desperately trying to take in air, as your body is throttled. Rhodes brings her knee right to your groin, nailing you in the crotch, and knocking the rest of the air out of your lungs. Roxanne releases the ****, as your hands go from your neck to your groin, to massage the injury. You fall to your knees, as Roxanne checks on her nails. She fluffs her hair and pulls out some lipstick. As she applies a fresh layer she says, “Hope you’re ready for an all-out catfight, whore.” The name calling awakens a sense of longing deep within your bosom, one you don’t fully understand.