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While Miki wasn’t against conflict because, of course, anyone who knew her, knew she could defend herself to the point where regret was in the air for the person who stepped in her direction and did something foolish. And in normal circumstances, she would have done that very thing the minute Melissa opened up her arrogant mouth.

But she didn’t.

And she didn’t because Miki was considering a few things. Showing that Missy’s attitude annoyed her meant giving the blonde bimbo something over her. There was no way she’d subject herself to Missy’s level, so she opted for a road she preferred to travel.

Unfortunately for her patience, as Missy reared her big, fat, hidiously-looking head her way, just moments after she had guided her and Jackson away from the chaotic scene of almost-clashing queens, Miki sighed out.

Before the most cliche “I’m the Queen” speech came, she was caught completely off-guard as the next thing she heard was a noticeable groan from Jackson as he bent over from the stern kick his family jewels too. 

[color=hotpink]“Jackson!”[/color] Miki exclaimed, a genuine look of concern on her face as she knelt down. His painful expression only furthered her red-hot hatred for this bitch. 

Even as Melissa went on some kind of rant, saying something about Miki stalking her, which who the fuck cared if she did a little stalking or not. That didn’t change her opinion that Missy Elliot wasn’t even on her level. Nobody was! Not Missy, not that ungraceful Billie Jean. Not even the people who she considered her friends. The only person she recognized was her Trixie and Jackson, and this blonde bimbo hurt him. She [i]hurt[/i] him. 

[color=hotpink]“I tried to walk away. And I never walk away, but you really are going to force me to--”[/color]

In the middle of what was going to be words followed by action, all hell broke loose. Dee and Jackson started fighting, Jay probably got swept up [i]somewhere[/i], and that wallflower — [color=hotpink][i]Jaxtyn was his name, right?[/i][/color] — got hit in the nose, blood just pouring out like it was a fountain. 

But that wasn’t the worst of it. As bad as all of this was and as hot her anger was, hotter than a bowl of Kimchi or even how she looked tonight, Miki wasn’t a fighter. Or rather she didn’t like to fight. She was brought up to solve her grievances with people in a diplomatic fashion. She was every bit her father’s daughter and he always made deals. She tried to model herself after him, but Missy was making that next to impossible.

Sometimes, like her father had to do too, albeit in the business room, you had to get hostile with your enemy.

[color=hotpink]“Screw it,”[/color] she muttered.

She saw Jax and mirrored Melissa as she delivered a gutting kick to [i]his[/i] family jewels with a knee. [color=hotpink]“Stay the hell out of this!”[/color] Miki spat on him. [color=hotpink]“Well come on since you’re so eager. If you want to fight, let’s fight, Missy!”[/color] Miki said with outstretched arms and hands and aimed to wring her neck until the bitch handed her crown of thorns over to her.



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