((Paulo Abbate continued from If You Got It, Ball Out))
Another day, another duck.
Paulo came down with another case of the "stomach flu" today. That fornicador Mr. Collins was sweating everybody about the latest book they were supposed to be reading. Some of that Shakespeare shit, about a black guy who fucked up and killed his bitch because his amigo told him she was fucking everybody or something. What was it? Hotel O? He didn't know what the fuck a hotel had to do with anything, but whatever. He had more important merda to attend to.
He had snuck off to the student center, like usual, and planted his ass on a bench with his beat up Optimus smart phone. One of his friends had told him about some hot shit the other day, some new MMA promotion called Invicta FC that was like, real magno. Beatdowns, submissions, the whole shebang.
It didn't take long for him to pull up one of their cards on the internet. One of them had been offered for free because of issues with the pay-per-view. Paulo was definitely down with free.
There was a lot of pre-fight merda that all MMA promotions had to get out of the way. Something was strange when the fighters started walking out, though. It looked like some ring girls were suited up and ready to go into the ca....
"Holy shit, they're bitches!" He said, realizing too late he said that a little loudly and covering his mouth. He put his finger on the video stream timeline and fast forwarded. It was another pair of girls. Another jump ahead revealed even more women.
"It's all...damn, really?"
Paulo hadn't exactly matured much in his view of the world. Sure, girls were allowed in his backyard MMA shits. But no girl ever tried.
This video was world-shattering.
"Copular..." He breathed. His eyes widened as these caged women started beating the living hell out of each other.
Bitches be Crazy
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((Mallory McCormick continued from Dark Tony Hawk Is Born.))
Mallory had been in the process of trying to cram almost everything she owned into her locker. Her bag, a decade-old piece of crap that had belonged to Riley once upon a time, had finally started falling apart. She'd ignored it for as long as she could, but what had started as a small hole in the bottom had grown. She'd spent the day having stuff drop out at annoying times, and she couldn't do her usual run home if there was shit falling out behind her.
As she crammed her pencilcase and some textbooks inside and removed her brother's old jersey from the locker to make room, she heard someone shouting about bitches.
Eh?
The source was some guy holding a smart phone and looking like the sky had crashed onto his head. Mallory shut the door to her locker, only carrying the old sports jersey and her ripped backpack, and approached the guy so that she could see what he was staring at. Women whacking at each other. Mallory peered over the guy's shoulder at it, interested. She'd never really looked up much wrestling stuff. She'd been too concerned with football. She didn't really like fights when they had no rules, but that looked like more... rule-ey fighting.
"What's that?" she asked. "Wrestling or something?"
Mallory had been in the process of trying to cram almost everything she owned into her locker. Her bag, a decade-old piece of crap that had belonged to Riley once upon a time, had finally started falling apart. She'd ignored it for as long as she could, but what had started as a small hole in the bottom had grown. She'd spent the day having stuff drop out at annoying times, and she couldn't do her usual run home if there was shit falling out behind her.
As she crammed her pencilcase and some textbooks inside and removed her brother's old jersey from the locker to make room, she heard someone shouting about bitches.
Eh?
The source was some guy holding a smart phone and looking like the sky had crashed onto his head. Mallory shut the door to her locker, only carrying the old sports jersey and her ripped backpack, and approached the guy so that she could see what he was staring at. Women whacking at each other. Mallory peered over the guy's shoulder at it, interested. She'd never really looked up much wrestling stuff. She'd been too concerned with football. She didn't really like fights when they had no rules, but that looked like more... rule-ey fighting.
"What's that?" she asked. "Wrestling or something?"
"Nah." Paulo said, having to stop himself from saying "Nah bitch, shut the fuck up, I'm tryna watch something."
He was into it now, enraptured. The shit was as good as the men fighting. Almost better. These bitches could throw down. On the real.
"It's MMA. It's the merda" Not one to change how he talked, no matter the company, he added, "And they're fuckin' hot, too. Caliente."
He watched as one fighter scooped a double on her opponent and slammed her back into the canvas. He flinched and smiled, a sharp grin. "Daaaaammn..."
He was into it now, enraptured. The shit was as good as the men fighting. Almost better. These bitches could throw down. On the real.
"It's MMA. It's the merda" Not one to change how he talked, no matter the company, he added, "And they're fuckin' hot, too. Caliente."
He watched as one fighter scooped a double on her opponent and slammed her back into the canvas. He flinched and smiled, a sharp grin. "Daaaaammn..."
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Mallory just blinked and looked back at the screen. Looked pretty brutal, but in the fun kind of way. Not in the 'one of them going waaaah and the other one getting in trouble and arrested or thrown off the football team for it' way.
"Looks fun. Although if you're watching it because they're hot, then you'd probably do better with porn," Mallory said flatly.
She pointed at the scoopy thing that the lady that seemed to be winning was doing and said, "That kind of move got a name?"
"Looks fun. Although if you're watching it because they're hot, then you'd probably do better with porn," Mallory said flatly.
She pointed at the scoopy thing that the lady that seemed to be winning was doing and said, "That kind of move got a name?"
Paulo almost went ahead and told the chick on his ass to drink a tall glass of shut your fuckin' mouth, but then she started asking him what was going on.
Whenever there was an opportunity for Paulo to impress upon people his knowledge of grappling, he would take it.
"It's a double-leg takedown. A big one. You grab both the legs to keep them from moving back, and then they fall down and shit." He flicked his head at the screen. "Or you slam 'em like that bitch did."
The girl who had completed the double was now posturing up and delivering hard shots straight down into her opponents face while she scrambled to regain guard and stop the punishment.
"She's ground and pounding the piss out of her. Man."
Paulo finally looked over his shoulder at the other watcher. She wasn't a little chick. Nah. She was a big bitch, actually. Had some hips, though. Hips usually meant an ass. And ass usually meant...well, fuck, that was self-explanatory.
"You never seen this before?"
Whenever there was an opportunity for Paulo to impress upon people his knowledge of grappling, he would take it.
"It's a double-leg takedown. A big one. You grab both the legs to keep them from moving back, and then they fall down and shit." He flicked his head at the screen. "Or you slam 'em like that bitch did."
The girl who had completed the double was now posturing up and delivering hard shots straight down into her opponents face while she scrambled to regain guard and stop the punishment.
"She's ground and pounding the piss out of her. Man."
Paulo finally looked over his shoulder at the other watcher. She wasn't a little chick. Nah. She was a big bitch, actually. Had some hips, though. Hips usually meant an ass. And ass usually meant...well, fuck, that was self-explanatory.
"You never seen this before?"
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((Camilla "Cammy" Davidson continued from Debates and Discourse))
Cammy was sorting out the contents of her bag, which was starting to spill out due to the sheer volume of it. Having decided to get on top of all her classes, she now found herself trying to reorganize and rearrange things in her locker so that she even had space to fit in her bag. Taking a deep breath in order to tackle this obstacle, she started cleaning up the contents of her locker, finding things from previous years jammed inside that she didn't even realize was there in the first place. It really was a dump.
Eventually, she was finished organizing her locker and had managed to make a nice pile of stuff that she needed to throw away asap. Picking up the piles of papers, she made her way to the bin, just as someone declared something about bitches. Freezing in her tracks, she immediately turned towards the source of the shouting.
Turned out to be Paulo, watching something on his smartphone. Really now. Cammy was familiar with his name, but was not too close to him. The main thing she remembered about him was that he liked wrestling and that he put on some weird accent that Cammy could never get. Was it Spanish or something? She eventually reached the bin and deposited all of her papers inside when she saw Mallory.
She was nice, but suffered from a lack of fashion. She had heard that it was due to all of her clothes being hand-me-downs from her brother. Cammy wondered what it must be like to have all of your clothes be hand-me-downs. She doubted that Malory liked wearing boy's clothes too much, but never really had the courage to ask her. It just seemed rude.
It seemed like she was interested as well and therefore Cammy was compelled to see what Paulo was watching. The closer she got to the group, the more the content sounded unappealing to her. She heard snippets of their conversation about takedowns and piss, which just confused Cammy even more. What the hell were they watching?
"Hey there, what are you two watching?" Cammy curiously asked the two kids, apprehensive about seeing what was on the screen. From what she heard, it wasn't something that she would normally watch. For all she knew, it could traumatize her.
Cammy was sorting out the contents of her bag, which was starting to spill out due to the sheer volume of it. Having decided to get on top of all her classes, she now found herself trying to reorganize and rearrange things in her locker so that she even had space to fit in her bag. Taking a deep breath in order to tackle this obstacle, she started cleaning up the contents of her locker, finding things from previous years jammed inside that she didn't even realize was there in the first place. It really was a dump.
Eventually, she was finished organizing her locker and had managed to make a nice pile of stuff that she needed to throw away asap. Picking up the piles of papers, she made her way to the bin, just as someone declared something about bitches. Freezing in her tracks, she immediately turned towards the source of the shouting.
Turned out to be Paulo, watching something on his smartphone. Really now. Cammy was familiar with his name, but was not too close to him. The main thing she remembered about him was that he liked wrestling and that he put on some weird accent that Cammy could never get. Was it Spanish or something? She eventually reached the bin and deposited all of her papers inside when she saw Mallory.
She was nice, but suffered from a lack of fashion. She had heard that it was due to all of her clothes being hand-me-downs from her brother. Cammy wondered what it must be like to have all of your clothes be hand-me-downs. She doubted that Malory liked wearing boy's clothes too much, but never really had the courage to ask her. It just seemed rude.
It seemed like she was interested as well and therefore Cammy was compelled to see what Paulo was watching. The closer she got to the group, the more the content sounded unappealing to her. She heard snippets of their conversation about takedowns and piss, which just confused Cammy even more. What the hell were they watching?
"Hey there, what are you two watching?" Cammy curiously asked the two kids, apprehensive about seeing what was on the screen. From what she heard, it wasn't something that she would normally watch. For all she knew, it could traumatize her.
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Mallory nodded, still watching the screen. Double-leg takedown. She repeated the move in her head a few times. She couldn't be stuffed to remember a lot of things, but anything related to sports... well, that stuff was actually useful. When was she gonna need to know how to add algebra or the themes of Shakespeare? Sports stuff was better. Even if it came up, it at least didn't bore her to death.
"Ain't never seen it before, no. More of a football person, never looked this kind of thing up. So they just beat on each other until... what? Like, how does someone win? Is there a point system or, like, a countdown or... I dunno, some other thing?"
At that point, a different girl approached. Mallory was blanking on her name as well, but she'd definitely seen the girl around. To the girl's question, she replied, "Girls pounding each other and stuff."
"Ain't never seen it before, no. More of a football person, never looked this kind of thing up. So they just beat on each other until... what? Like, how does someone win? Is there a point system or, like, a countdown or... I dunno, some other thing?"
At that point, a different girl approached. Mallory was blanking on her name as well, but she'd definitely seen the girl around. To the girl's question, she replied, "Girls pounding each other and stuff."
Another question, from a new bitch.
"Important shit, is what we're watching."
He returned his attention the screen as Mallory asked how to win. Just as the girl who landed the double was now setting her hooks in because her opponent had given up the back. She was wrapping her arm around the girl's neck to get the Mata De Leao.
"Like that." He said as she finished the rear naked choke and her opponent tapped out. "You make 'em tap, or you knock 'em out, or you fuckin' beat 'em till the ref calls it."
He frowned. "Or you can win a decision. I guess. But no one gives a shit about that."
And now here was the chance, the opportunity to pull his big brass balls out of his pants and lay them right on the bench for these two meninas to see.
"I do this stuff. I'm actually pretty good at it."
Testicles deployed.
"Important shit, is what we're watching."
He returned his attention the screen as Mallory asked how to win. Just as the girl who landed the double was now setting her hooks in because her opponent had given up the back. She was wrapping her arm around the girl's neck to get the Mata De Leao.
"Like that." He said as she finished the rear naked choke and her opponent tapped out. "You make 'em tap, or you knock 'em out, or you fuckin' beat 'em till the ref calls it."
He frowned. "Or you can win a decision. I guess. But no one gives a shit about that."
And now here was the chance, the opportunity to pull his big brass balls out of his pants and lay them right on the bench for these two meninas to see.
"I do this stuff. I'm actually pretty good at it."
Testicles deployed.
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She got two responses. An informative one from Mallory and an asshole one that pissed her off from Paulo. At that moment, Cammy was tempted to slap Paolo in the face. However, she had an image to keep up. She tried to not let it get to her and therefore, she went to the other side of Paolo and decided to have a look at what they were watching.
As soon as she did, she instantly regretted it.
She really was not a huge fan of violence and seeing the girls beat the shit out of each other made Cammy cringe in the pain at the blows they were receiving. She could never understand why people would want to take part in a sport like fighting. After all, all it involved was beating each other up until someone gets knocked out. It really wasn't her thing.
Then Paolo dropped the bomb of how he did the sport. While Cammy doubted the guy's statement about being good about it, she didn't say anything to contradict it. In fact, she was intrigued by it.
"Really? How long have you been doing it? Why did you decide to do it? Have you ever suffered from any injuries? Have you ever knocked someone out?" Cammy rapidly asked Paolo, her interest piqued and turning her attention away from the smartphone to focus on him. Hopefully, if she pursued this way of conversation, he would stop watching the video.
It was way too vulgar for her tastes.
As soon as she did, she instantly regretted it.
She really was not a huge fan of violence and seeing the girls beat the shit out of each other made Cammy cringe in the pain at the blows they were receiving. She could never understand why people would want to take part in a sport like fighting. After all, all it involved was beating each other up until someone gets knocked out. It really wasn't her thing.
Then Paolo dropped the bomb of how he did the sport. While Cammy doubted the guy's statement about being good about it, she didn't say anything to contradict it. In fact, she was intrigued by it.
"Really? How long have you been doing it? Why did you decide to do it? Have you ever suffered from any injuries? Have you ever knocked someone out?" Cammy rapidly asked Paolo, her interest piqued and turning her attention away from the smartphone to focus on him. Hopefully, if she pursued this way of conversation, he would stop watching the video.
It was way too vulgar for her tastes.
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Mallory tilted her head a little at the mention that Paulo did this stuff. This was legal to do outside of official stuff? It looked so brutal. Was it a school sport? ...No, it wouldn't be a school sport, it looked too rough. So, what? Outside of school? Among friends? What?
The other girl had chimed in with an avalanche of questions. All valid stuff, except the second one (he obviously did it because it looked fun as hell), but it meant that Mallory didn't have to pepper him with more questions.
So she just asked, "There tryouts for that kind of thing? What are the qualifications and shit? Do I have to know all the moves before I join this kind of thing? Would it interfere with soccer practice? I can't skive on that."
It looked fun as hell. Why not join? No good reason not to. Dad wouldn't approve at all, but meh. She was nearly eighteen anyway, not like he could do much about it.
The other girl had chimed in with an avalanche of questions. All valid stuff, except the second one (he obviously did it because it looked fun as hell), but it meant that Mallory didn't have to pepper him with more questions.
So she just asked, "There tryouts for that kind of thing? What are the qualifications and shit? Do I have to know all the moves before I join this kind of thing? Would it interfere with soccer practice? I can't skive on that."
It looked fun as hell. Why not join? No good reason not to. Dad wouldn't approve at all, but meh. She was nearly eighteen anyway, not like he could do much about it.
Paulo held up a hand as if it would stop the barrage of questions. These two putas were going ham on him with the inquiries.
To Cammy he said "I been doing it long enough to kick a few people's asses. And I don't knock people out. I stretch their arms out, or I choke 'em out, baby. Tap, snap or nap, know what I mean?"
Then to Mallory. "Ain't no tryouts. You just come in, and if someone wants to fight you you do. Bring a mouthguard and shit at least." Paulo didn't mention that the guys weren't in to fighting girls. And there weren't many girls who wanted to do it. Maybe he could hook both these fishes. Have Friday Night Bitch Fights!
Yeah, that'd be the shit.
"Y'all can come out sometime. It's at my house. I got a little Twitter feed for it."
To Cammy he said "I been doing it long enough to kick a few people's asses. And I don't knock people out. I stretch their arms out, or I choke 'em out, baby. Tap, snap or nap, know what I mean?"
Then to Mallory. "Ain't no tryouts. You just come in, and if someone wants to fight you you do. Bring a mouthguard and shit at least." Paulo didn't mention that the guys weren't in to fighting girls. And there weren't many girls who wanted to do it. Maybe he could hook both these fishes. Have Friday Night Bitch Fights!
Yeah, that'd be the shit.
"Y'all can come out sometime. It's at my house. I got a little Twitter feed for it."
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Cammy was surprised by the sudden hand that came out of nowhere. It seemed that she gave him too many questions. Now she was starting to feel a little guilty, so she decided to shut up.
She nodded at Paolo's reply, cringing when he used the onomatopoeia. It just made it seem more real the prospect of him snapping and breaking bones. Could it be possible that he was a sadist? It would explain why he did like fighting. After all, it involved inflicting pain on people and from what she had observed, it seemed to be the only thing he could and would talk about.
He then mentioned coming along to the wrestling events. Maybe she should go. She didn't want to fight, that was for sure. She was adverse to violence and was not normally the type of person who would get involved in that type of stuff. On the other hand though, knowing how to fight could come in handy in the future. She might also understand why people liked it so much. On the other hand though, violence was violence. She doubted her parents would like it if she went.
Cammy chewed her lip as she considered the situation and the offer that was suggested by Paolo. Fighting really wasn't her thing, but she was curious. She never forayed into the world of wrestling, but she certainly was interested in why people liked it. After all, there were tv shows that were made for this stuff, and people generally considered it to be entertainment. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get that into it though. She doubted that her parents approved.
"I'm not sure Paolo. I don't think my parents would like it if I went. In any case, I'm not that big a fan of violence." Cammy explained to Paolo, hoping to make the situation clear to him. She was curious to see how Mallory would respond to the situation. After all, she seemed excited by the fighting. Cammy waited for her response, crossing her arms and looking expectantly at her.
She nodded at Paolo's reply, cringing when he used the onomatopoeia. It just made it seem more real the prospect of him snapping and breaking bones. Could it be possible that he was a sadist? It would explain why he did like fighting. After all, it involved inflicting pain on people and from what she had observed, it seemed to be the only thing he could and would talk about.
He then mentioned coming along to the wrestling events. Maybe she should go. She didn't want to fight, that was for sure. She was adverse to violence and was not normally the type of person who would get involved in that type of stuff. On the other hand though, knowing how to fight could come in handy in the future. She might also understand why people liked it so much. On the other hand though, violence was violence. She doubted her parents would like it if she went.
Cammy chewed her lip as she considered the situation and the offer that was suggested by Paolo. Fighting really wasn't her thing, but she was curious. She never forayed into the world of wrestling, but she certainly was interested in why people liked it. After all, there were tv shows that were made for this stuff, and people generally considered it to be entertainment. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get that into it though. She doubted that her parents approved.
"I'm not sure Paolo. I don't think my parents would like it if I went. In any case, I'm not that big a fan of violence." Cammy explained to Paolo, hoping to make the situation clear to him. She was curious to see how Mallory would respond to the situation. After all, she seemed excited by the fighting. Cammy waited for her response, crossing her arms and looking expectantly at her.
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"But it's the good kind of violence," Mallory told the other girl, wearing a slightly mystified expression. "It's not, like... 'beat on each other randomly because someone brought mothers into this.' This is regulated shit. You know... can't handle it, just tap out. Y'know? It's not like... 'can't handle it, well fuck you because you're gonna get beaten up anyway.'" Mallory turned back to Paulo.
"I can probably get a mouthguard. Ain't got no Twitter. Or internet. Just, I dunno, if you see me before a practice, just be all 'yo, there's a practice' and I'll be there, long as I got no other plans. I mean, if it's sudden you can try calling my house, but don't, like... if my dad answers, don't say it's a punchfest. Say it's, like... a picking-flowers-fest or something, or he'll get pissy." Mallory shrugged. "Dads, y'know?"
She stuck her hands in her pocket and added, "Any of the guys gonna have issues fighting a girl? That's a problem when it comes to finding guys to play football with. Because you can tell them that I ain't gonna cry because someone gives me a few whacks." She grinned and added, "I'm not as strong as some guys, but I can take it."
"I can probably get a mouthguard. Ain't got no Twitter. Or internet. Just, I dunno, if you see me before a practice, just be all 'yo, there's a practice' and I'll be there, long as I got no other plans. I mean, if it's sudden you can try calling my house, but don't, like... if my dad answers, don't say it's a punchfest. Say it's, like... a picking-flowers-fest or something, or he'll get pissy." Mallory shrugged. "Dads, y'know?"
She stuck her hands in her pocket and added, "Any of the guys gonna have issues fighting a girl? That's a problem when it comes to finding guys to play football with. Because you can tell them that I ain't gonna cry because someone gives me a few whacks." She grinned and added, "I'm not as strong as some guys, but I can take it."
"Oh, you don't need to be a fan of violence," Paulo said, the amount of shit that he was eating with his grin clearly evident. "This shit'll MAKE you a fan, menina."
Then Mallory presented Paulo with an honest conundrum. Again, girls weren't big on getting down and dirty. So he really had no idea how the guys would react. Of course, he would grapple with her. Oh yeah, he'd grapple with her good. He snuck a glance downward at the impressive hips the girl was sporting.
Daaaamn, that was a nice prospect.
"Oh yeah, we'll get you somebody to fight. If they ain't comfortable, I'll bust their ass, on the real."
He smiled and glanced back at his phone in time to see some girl in a kilt do a sweet thrusting elbow strike into some other poor bitch's eye.
"Goddamn, man."
Then Mallory presented Paulo with an honest conundrum. Again, girls weren't big on getting down and dirty. So he really had no idea how the guys would react. Of course, he would grapple with her. Oh yeah, he'd grapple with her good. He snuck a glance downward at the impressive hips the girl was sporting.
Daaaamn, that was a nice prospect.
"Oh yeah, we'll get you somebody to fight. If they ain't comfortable, I'll bust their ass, on the real."
He smiled and glanced back at his phone in time to see some girl in a kilt do a sweet thrusting elbow strike into some other poor bitch's eye.
"Goddamn, man."
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Good violence? Really? There was such a thing as that? To Cammy, that was just stupid. No matter what it was, violence was violence no matter how you look at it. Was Cammy wrong in this belief though? After all, Mallory and Paolo didn't seem to mind violence. No. She couldn't be. It was primitive and not refined at all. Then again, she did enjoy Super Smash Bros. Brawl...
"Your confidence is... interesting." Cammy tried to say kindly, but couldn't help but making it sound like she was confused by his statement. A fan of violence? That was something she never thought she would become. She hated hurting people physically. It was horrible and the injuries she saw people get just made her cringe. She normally wouldn't watch wrestling. After all, she was watching humans hurting each other.
She turned back to the phone as she watched one of the girls strike another's eye. It made Cammy visibly recoil in pain. That was just horrible! Did that really happen to actual people?
"Oh god!" Cammy exclaimed as she watched the sickening action, taking a step away from the phone as if it was contaminated with a disease. It was just... wrong. The fighting. The way people got hurt. It was just.... wrong.
"How could you guys like watching this and doing this? Isn't violence still violence? People still get hurt after all. I just don't comprehend how violence could be justified as being "good"." Cammy asked her two classmates, chewing her lips as she tried to keep her attention away from the phone. She didn't want to see anything else on it. It just wasn't her thing.
"Your confidence is... interesting." Cammy tried to say kindly, but couldn't help but making it sound like she was confused by his statement. A fan of violence? That was something she never thought she would become. She hated hurting people physically. It was horrible and the injuries she saw people get just made her cringe. She normally wouldn't watch wrestling. After all, she was watching humans hurting each other.
She turned back to the phone as she watched one of the girls strike another's eye. It made Cammy visibly recoil in pain. That was just horrible! Did that really happen to actual people?
"Oh god!" Cammy exclaimed as she watched the sickening action, taking a step away from the phone as if it was contaminated with a disease. It was just... wrong. The fighting. The way people got hurt. It was just.... wrong.
"How could you guys like watching this and doing this? Isn't violence still violence? People still get hurt after all. I just don't comprehend how violence could be justified as being "good"." Cammy asked her two classmates, chewing her lips as she tried to keep her attention away from the phone. She didn't want to see anything else on it. It just wasn't her thing.