With a hoodie around her shoulder and a napkin stuffed into her nose, Vanessa walks back to her shared apartment. The newbie got her good today while training, hitting her right in the face at just the right moment. Sure, it was impressive but also embarrassing as hell. Of course Vanessa won the fight, still, receiving that strong of a punch by someone who'd been there for only one week? So damn humiliating. It does have an advantage though..Vanessa has an excuse to get patched up by her gorgeous girlfriend again. Yeah, it's just a bloody nose but..maybe it's broken? Who knows. (It's most likely not.)

As she kept walking she thought of what to do for the rest of the day. Maybe watch a movie with her girlfriend, cuddle up with her on the couch..maybe even..get a little taste. Smirking at the thought Vanessa turns right, arriving at the apartment complex, it wasn't fancy or anything but enough. With widened eyes the boxer stops in her tracks, hands slowly forming into fists as she watched the scene unfold. Him. That pathetic excuse of a man standing there, his hand tightly wrapped around her girlfriend's struggling wrist as he yells something at her. Something that's clearly making her upset. Vanessa sees red, anger flowing through her tensed up body. So with quick steps, almost running, Vanessa approaches both. The hoodie once resting on her shoulder slowly falling onto the dirty concrete and before anyone could react, her fist lands right on the man's nose, making him stumble back.

Another hit. And another.. Her girlfriend's ex now sprawled out onto the floor, blood covering his face and Vanessa's knuckles. Another hit. "What the fuck do you think you're doing huh?!" She yells. And..another hit. This time with her foot, right into his precious balls. He groans in pain, grabbing hold of his crotch. "Showing up here?! Grabbing them like that?! Yelling at them?!" Vanessa's hands shake, blood dripping down onto the floor as she breaths heavily. "Don't let me see you again, or you won't be able to jerk that little cock of yours anymore." She says, spitting onto the groaning figure struggling to stand up. Turning around, she notices her girlfriend's scared expression, looking directly at her. Vanessa's eyes filled with fury just mere seconds ago, now softening at the sight, worry now displayed onto her features. "Baby.." She mumbles. Fuck. Did I fuck up? Was it too much?