Suplex City (WWE Fanfiction/ s.b)

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The icy airs hit her skin causing each individual air to stand up on her arms. She was running but running from who? Her pink mixed with some shades of purple hair was a tangled mess as the wind hit it strongly. Death seemingly lurked in every alleyway of the city that she was so desperately trying to escape from, but her efforts were a failure. Cold, fatigued and revenge set she continued on her way as the air around her continued to turn black. However, she came to a halt. Running a single hand through her hair, she panted, gasping to regain the breath that she had lost.

'You're playing with fire Banks.' The male voice called from one of the directions that surrounded the female.

'Then why haven't I been burned yet Styles.' She hissed in reply. Cockiness becoming evident in her tone. Sure, she had ran from him and his comrades but she had no intentions of becoming scared of a man like that.

'Considering you nearly took out Anderson with that weapon of yours and not to mention that this is the third time you've been trying to land a hit on all three of us, I think it's safe to say that you're done for.' The sound of knuckles cracking rang throughout her ears. She refused to run off again, this was it, it was either kill or be killed.

Her left hand grazed over the top of the small pocket knife that she had kept visible at the top of her coat pocket. She had pondered for a moment before reaching the decision of using her fists only. The right side of her lips tugged upwards forming a small smirk on her blood red colored lips. The sound of the heels from the bottom of her boots clicked on the concrete pavement as she darted toward the man who stood with his hands resting directly on his hips as his eyes followed Banks's movements.

She pulled her fist back aiming directly for the head of the man whom had become aggravated by her presence from time to time. However unfortunately for the pink and purple haired female, not just one but both of his cohorts stood in front of him. She turned to shaking her head at the two men who stood in front of her wearing white sleeveless coats. A laugh of bravery had mockingly escaped her lips as her eyes looked the man she had come to know as Luke Gallows dead on in the eye.

'Make a move Banks.' He growled lowly as the two continued to exchange glares. The female shrugged her shoulders for a moment before lifting her fist back then releasing it forward, sending it straight across Gallows's jaw with no remorse. Anderson stood their in shock as Gallows rubbed his jaw slightly from the hit he had taken.

Anderson blindly threw his fist toward the female however she had just managed to duck underneath the fist that was meant to hit her in the mouth. She rammed her left elbow into the stomach of Anderson, letting out a cry of laughter during her assault. She may not have been the strongest female, but she was fast. She continued to lay into both of the men equally however this all had been eventually cut short.

Clasped together hands had hit her strongly from behind on her upper back causing the female to stumble forward a little. The same pair of hands that belonged to none other than The man known as AJ had then gripped tightly on to her much smaller frame, lifting her off of her feet and throwing her back first into the nearest brick wall. A series of coughs were all that could be heard from the body of the female that now resided on the ground. Styles strolled over toward her, eventually he managed to crouch down to her now new found level. Gallows and Anderson also joined Styles however compared to their comrade the two of them notably held onto different areas of their bodies from the assault that the smaller female had commenced on both of them.

Styles reached into the pocket of her jacket, retrieving the small pocket knife that resided within it. Twirling it in his blue and black gloved hand, a smirk managed to tug at his lips.