The Jamaican Savage and Ratched Forever Kinda Love

'The Apology'

Reign's POV

All that was on my mind was that I needed to stop C! She clearly had the upper hand but ... 'mi no want har fi hackle up har self too much!'

C held firmly around her neck, sending blows to her head while Kelly kicked and fired wild hits all over. I tried my best to get  in between while Tp struggled to pull Kelly off. And with all our efforts to separate them, we still could barely manage to unhinge them. 

' Di mount a kick an box mi get no tap ya so! While mi inna di miggle a try part dem off! All me know is dat Dominique mus pain up and black an blue when dem done wid har, cause all Mama P  heng on pon har hair an a throw lick to!'

If there ever was a Women's Wrestling Championship nearby, I knew who to send forward, 'The Triple Threats.'

"Bomboclaat Bossy yuh no see dem go kill har!" Tp exclaimed as he finally  managed to pull away Kelly.

"Leggo affa mi babe!" Kelly blew down. "A mash ...mi deh go mash har up... gyal .. damn bright and ... feisty!" Her chest rose and fell and with every breath. 

I don't even know how she managed to attack so viciously in the dress she wore. although, she definitely will have to dispose of it after tonight. The seams were coming apart and lace was hanging like chandeliers from the ceiling. 

'Tp wifey a warrior'

"Casidy! C, let  har guh please,"  I begged her. By this time, Mama P stepped aside straightening herself as if she didn't just pounce on Dominique. Casidy on the other hand held on firm. She then looked me dead in the eyes for about 10 seconds and  then released her, pushing Dominique towards me whilst cutting her eyes.

To my surprise, 'di bloodclaat gyal latch on to mi like mi an har inna dealings!' which I am sure will surely make matters worse. 

"Gyal leggo offa mi bloodclaat! afta yuh come a disrespect mi wife in ya, bout first lady, den yuh come a heng on pon mi bomboclaat like ya clothes pan line!" Mama P was standing right there but to how upset I was, I didn't even care! She was deliberately making things seem as if it was something that it was definitely not, just because she had the upper hand.

'A ya so it tap!'

"Yuh hear she seh fi leave, and mi naa talk twice... tek out yuh bombohole outta mi ooman  place and mine mi affi bury yuh in ya todeh! mek mi show yuh how serious mi is!" I walked over to Casidy and stretched her left hand forward so Dominique could see. "Yuh waan know wa mek yuh first lady? a supm like dis... and yuh deven can get anklet to rassclaat muchless fi get ring!"

I pulled Casidy closer to me showing her that she is definitely the one and only  'First Lady'. "Listen Dominique, yuh see mi and nuh know mi and true mi nuh deal wid yuh certain way outta respect  fi all woman, yuh think yuh can  go round mi thing and disrespect 'my woman' ...  'my Queen???' ....not a bloodclaat!"

Embarrassment reflected off her face as she struggled to get her shoes on  properly. She pulled her Doctor's coat on properly and stood upright, with her head held in pretense that nothing happened.

'Like C dem neva just give har some bloodclaat lick! Eyyy, C a bad bloodclaat gyal Eno! Mi G!'

"As a matta of fact! Yuh need  fi apologize to har!" I demanded. She looked at me with contempt, as if I had somehow offended her. "Now Dominique!"

She jumped to how thundurus I spoke. Holding her head even higher, she looked to the staircase and cleared her throat.

" Ehemmm....Umm... I am sorry for my behaviour earlier and...Umm a situation like this will never happen again. Going forward I will..." she went on as if giving an apology speech.