[~Rox Erotique~]

Before I start I'd just like to thank Howardcosell for getting me through this current slump I had! he pushed me and challenged me and inspired me to get back to writing and I really can't thank him enough!!!

This story is for you Howard


Hell in a Cell - Gemma Rox vs 'Queen' Samantha Pritchard

I’m angry…. I mean I’m REALLY fucking angry…. Try as I might to calm down I just can’t do it. Bouncing on my toes in the locker room I’m knocking seven shades of shit out of this punch bag and all I want is for this bag to suddenly turn into Samantha.

I should probably take it easy right about now, I mean… this is supposed to be a warm up to the biggest fight of my life… a Hell in the Cell match against The raining Television Champion ‘Queen’ Samantha! Queen my arse… The only regal thing about that woman is the royal headache I get whenever she opens her mouth. And she ALWAYS opens her mouth…

No doubt you’ve heard her side of the story… her ranting and raving about why this fight is happening. I mean everyone’s heard her side of the story! There’s not an interviewer in the country who can shut her the fuck up when she’s on a bitch fest. But for this fight? She’s talked even more than normal…

She’s talked about how I haven’t paid my dues, implying at every possible turn that I haven’t earned the right to be here.

She’s talked about how I’m just not good enough, mocking my skills and abilities and writing off my victories as flukes and unjust.

She’s accused me of taking drugs, saying that no ‘clean’ woman could take the beatings I’ve taken and get back up and win the fight.

She’s called me an ungrateful cxnt, insisting that I should be both humbled and appreciative of the very few sparring sessions we had together.

She’s even gone as far as saying she’s going to end my career tonight. Can you believe that? She want’s to end my career?!?!?! But that wasn’t enough for her, noooo… she also went on to boast about how she’s going to strip me naked and fuck me in front of my home crowd.

Every word she’s said plays over in my head as I pound the bag harder and harder and harder until…

“GEMMA!!!!!!!!”

Hood’s roar breaks me from my path of destruction

“Save some of it for the ring, girl!” she scolds, and she’s right.

It just annoys me that everyone hears her side is all. She annoys me. More than any other fighter I’ve ever faced. I mean look back at the shit she said? I haven’t paid my dues??? Well fuck her! I’m selling out arena’s too, bitch!!! I put my arse through hell and back to get here! And that shit that I’m not good enough… I beat some of the best up and coming fighters in the game today! So I haven’t beaten the veterans yet… I haven’t been given the chance to fight them!

What else… Oh yeah, That drugs bullshit? That was low… REAL low! Drugs are one of those words… those slimy, greasy words… it’s like putting your hand in oil, no matter how long you wipe afterwards, you can’t get that shit off you completely, you always find a bit that you missed. I took her stupid tests and I passed with flying colours! But that doesn’t matter now, it’s out there… Gemma Rox is a roid freak. Look how angry she is! She MUST be on something… I can take all the tests in the world but that’s going to come back to haunt me. I HATE that cxnt for that!!! It shouldn’t surprise me though… bitch box’s like Mayweather, she’s just as big a pussy as him too! Probably hoped it would all fall through like the Pacquiao fight.

And as for me being ungrateful. Well that just proves how full of shit she is. Sure we sparred but that’s ONLY because Kat made her! She wasn’t interested in me in the slightest. Besides… When me and Dawn finally fought all that shit went out the window anyway! It was a pure hate fest! If she thinks she helped me, she’s delirious! I won that fight. End of story.

“Gemma!!! You’re doing it again!!!” Hood’s voice makes me realise I’m slamming the bag all over again… jeez… just the thought of this bitch get’s me riled up! “sit down Gemma, I’m gonna help you calm down” she says slowly in a tranquil tone

“Breath… just breath baby… breath in Gemma…”
“one”
“two”
“three”
“four”
“now breath out…”
“one”
“two”
“three”
“four”
“five”
“six”
“seven”
“Just keep doing that honey… four seconds in, seven seconds out…”

“This isn’t working hood…” I groan trying to fix my head on straight

“Shit girl!!! You’re not even trying to calm down!!! You think storming up in there all angry and shit is gonna help you? This is Samantha you’re fighting! She WANT’S you to be angry! She WANT’S you to be aggressive! You need to calm yourself down and be the fighter she never saw coming!”

She’s right. Of course she’s right! She’s always right. Doesn’t mean I have to like it though… and since when have I ever did what’s best for me? Looking across the locker room at hood I feel a pang of guilt… she’s healing well but still pretty messed up from whoever jumped her the other week… at first I thought it was one of those IQ sluts but Hood caught a good look at this girl and she certainly wasn’t one of the fighters on the roster. That’s even more terrifying… I mean… I’m a pro fighter and I think I’d have trouble dealing with Hood should we ever finds ourselves facing off, but an outsider? Just waltzing up and taking her out like that? She was a mess…. And this girl, whoever she is… she did it to send a message to me…

Fuck! I can’t think about that now! But try as I might I can’t get that note, written in Hood’s blood out of my head…

Dear Gemma,

I thought you would enjoy a little taste of the future, You fucking vampire. See you soon.

An old friend

“Are you even listening to me???” Hood shouts. Oh shit… I’m daydreaming again… I always do this! Why can’t I get my head on straight?

“Sorry… I… *sigh*… sorry Hood, I was just thinking about”… I start but she cuts me off

“Don’t say it. don’t you fucking say it!” she growls, we’ve talked about that night at Seattle a lot. Well.. I have. Hood just seems to want to forget it ever happened. And that’s really fucking annoying.

“OK! I’ll fucking drop it! Jeez!!! I said I was fucking sorry already!” I pout back angrily, my heart pumping faster as I get angrier

“And stop saying your sorry!!!!” she roars back “You don’t even know who fucking did this to me??? How the fuck can you be sorry when you don’t even know what it is you did, huh?”

“You know what Hood? If you were at ringside helping me against that fucking psycho Beth and those IQ Fuck Holes, you would have never got jumped!!!” I shout back, getting to my feet

“You’re unbelievable, you know that? So this is MY fault now? HUH???” she screams and shoves me back hard! I slam against the locker wall with a loud, metallic boom “I’m sorry you got your ass kicked out there Gemma! And I’m sorry I got my ass kicked too! But shit happens!!! Get over it!!! UUUGGGHHH!!!” her rant is cut short by a sharp right hook, my fist cracking her jaw firmly and snapping her head to the side… her braided hair whips in a circle as she staggers back and I stare at my fist dumbfounded…

“Oh… Oh god… shit… I… I’m sorry Hood! I didn’t mean to do that!!!” I start to move to her, to embrace her apologetically but her withering gaze stops me dead in my tracks

“Gemma Rox……… Gemma FUCKING Rox……… you just have to fight everyone, don’t you? What? It’s not enough that you’re about to walk out there into a Hell in the Cell match with one of the toughest fighters in the business? She not enough for you girl? You want an appetizer before your entrée?” her words aren’t loud or rasped through bitter teeth… they’re cold and dismissive.  They almost bring me to tears…

“I…. I’m sorry hood, I don’t know what happened I just…”

“YOU JUST WHAT?!?!?!” She screams! Her face right into mine now… it’s a side of Hood I’ve never seen before… a side of Hood I brought to life… “Tell you what honey… I’m gone…” she hisses and turns to leave

“No…… PLEASE!!! HOOD!!! I’m Sorry!!!!” I beg

“No Gemma… I’m sorry. This last few weeks you’re just getting worse and worse… you phase in and out when I’m talking to you… you leave me hanging when we make plans… and don’t think I haven’t heard you’re fighting on the underground scene again… you need help Gemma, when you’re ready to admit that, come see me…” she finishes in a solemn tone. And with that, she leaves… I turn around, fighting back the tears knowing she’s right… but soon the daemons inside grab a hold of me again and those tears boil inside of me… before I know it I’m pounding the punch bag with a bloody vengeance! Pounding it as the chains creak and protest under the strain… but I’m not picturing Samantha… I’m not picturing Hood… I’m picturing me….

About 20 minutes later I find myself walking to the ring. I’m a little on edge to say the least, a lot of the girls I’m walking past hate my guts. I almost expecting that fucking nut job Beth to jump out at me with a steel chair! The fates, however, seem to be smiling on me. Instead I’m greeted by Glory and Diana Majors

“Gemma! I was hoping to run into you” Glory smiles and I raise a quizzical eyebrow “haha! No! no… note like that” she grins, assuring me that she’s not here to choke slam me out. I didn’t think she was, I’m pretty sure I haven’t pissed her off yet, but it’s always nice to have confirmation. “look… I just wanted to say good luck out there, A lot of people back here are rooting for you honey and me personally? I know you can do it” Glory finishes with a warm, encouraging smile. “Thanks Glory… that… er…. That really means a lot” I reply, a little stunned to have such a big name here in the OPW “How’s the knee healing up?” I ask. It’s a dumb question, but I don’t really know this girl and I’m not the best at small talk. Luckily Glory seems to sense my awkwardness and replies with a chuckle and a warm smile. “It’s getting better honey, thank you for asking! I’ll be back sooner than people think, and when I am? Seka’s in for a world of hurt…” she finishes.

Seka’s the girl who jumped her… with a damn sledge hammer! Fucked Glory’s knee up bad. I’ve had a few run in’s with her in my time too. That girl is dangerous… REAL dangerous.  Diana chirps in, noticing the change of mood after Seka’s name was mentioned “Hi Gemma, it’s nice to see you again” she grins, lightening the mood and shaking my hand “I can’t say I know much about the OPW yet but I’ve heard some of the trash Samantha’s been talking and I can’t say I agree. No matter what happens out there, good luck Gemma, I hope you fight a good fight”

“Yeah… thanks… I know you’re quite the ambassador for a clean, straight fight and all and I respect that! I really do! But the truth is, this is going to be brutal. Win or lose, I’m going to leave my mark on that bitch. I hope that doesn’t offend you too much. Now excuse me ladies, your encouragement was much appreciated but now I have a very loud mouth to silence.” and with that I continue my walk to the ring…

Five Minute Alone blasts out over the speaker and in a unified roar the whole of Wembley Stadium explodes in a bestial howl. It’s enough to take me off my feet! In all my fights, in all my time, I’ve never been so universally…. Loved! Is it me? Is it the fact that a local girl, an English girl has made it in what is perceived as a vastly American dominated sport? Or is it that the hate they have for Samantha somehow bonds them in their backing of me? Right now I don’t care, I just want to make my way to that ring and get ready to fuck Samantha up…

The crowd is downright ugly… I’ve seen enough of the UK’s thug scene to know a mob when I see one, and the crowd is littered with anarchists and hooligans… wearing their soccer shirts and Burberry caps, just their very presence puts me on edge. Sure they’re rooting for me but truth be told people like that have no allegiance. They just want to start trouble.

I’m wearing my black netted cut off hoodie that reveals my toned midriff and hides my face as I make my way to the ring. I’ve opted for a slightly different outfit tonight, instead of my customary blood red sports bra I’ve gone for a white top with a red cross… the English flag. I figured it’s good to get the crowd firmly behind me. Of course by the time this fight is over it’s going to be covered in blood. But then again… it’ll hardly be the first time the St Georges cross has been bathed in blood…

I have a matching white & red cross mini skirt with my studded leaver belt keeping it up and a pair of white wrestling boots that come up to just below the knee to finish the look. Before I can reach the ring a burly skin head with tattoo’d knuckles grips my hoodie by the shoulder and pulls me into him!

“Beat the shit out of that black bitch Gems!!!“ he bellows… ugghhh… His very touch disgusts me! His breath reeks of stale beer and his ignorant racism cut’s me to my core… This is the very same piece of human garbage I was so desperate to leave when I went to America… and now I’m back home and the people I despise are chanting my name as if I’m some long lost blood returned home to blighty… Before I can floor the prick a security guard does it for me… one heavy ham-sized fist whooshes past my shoulder and annihilates the cxnt. I can’t help but smile as he’s dragged off out of the arena unconscious. At least Siena had the foresight of beefing up security here.

I climb into the ring I take off my hoodie and the crowd roar out again… God this is horrid… sure there are some genuine fight fans out there. 99% of the sell out 95,000 people I’d say but a good 1% are proper scum. Gold teeth, skin-headed low lifes. When you’ve got 100 people in a room 1 hooligan is no big deal… but when you’ve got close to 100,000??? Well… that is a big deal…

My music stopped a while ago and now all that can be heard is the chanting and shouting of the crowd. Looking up I see the 8 tones of steel and wire fence cage. The Cell. The rules are pretty clear… anything goes. No Disqualifications. No Knock outs. The only way I’m going to win is if I make her submit or pin her for the 1,2,3. And this isn’t your every day cage match. There’s no climbing over the top and there’s no door. We’re stuck together until this is over. Just the way I want it.

The lights go out, only a dim light by the entrance ramp can be seen, then a silhouette raises a microphone to her lips…

“For my girls in the back… Justine Credible, Vixxxen, Jolene Rictor, Black Diamond…… IQ’s in the motherfuckin’ housssssssssssssssse!!!!” Samantha roars and is soon followed by the boo’s of the entire stadium. “Oh FUCK YOU LONDON!!! Aren’t you fucks supposed to worship the Queen? Well it doesn’t matter… I’m not here for you buck toothed, halitosis riddled, inbred little island dwelling cxnts! I’m here for one cxnt… THAT cxnt!” She growls pointing at me in the ring as she drops her microphone and starts the walk down the ramp. She does look amazing, I’ll give her that… those long, red curly locks, that smooth honey skin, those piercing green eyes….

Killer Queen by Queen chimes out over the PA… the soft melody contrasting so hugely to the pounding, grinding heavy bass and riff of my own music it’s hard to comprehend… then I lay eyes on her for the first time tonight…. Such a cxnt… She’s actually dressed in the same red flowing robe and glittering crown she won when she became Queen of the ring all those years ago. The crowd are downright vicious! Hurling whatever they can get their hands on at her.

The sheer ugliness of the scene is abhorrent. But I’m no fool… the more the crowd interrupt and wail on her, the better for me it is. Even with the extra security the odd anarchist occasionally breaks through only to get taken out by Samantha’s personal security escort. She actually seems to be loving this! In her two piece red outfit with purple flames licking up the sides and matching boots, she’s positively soaking up the hate!

Amongst all the chaos of her entrance the music stops and Why can‘t we be Friends by War suddenly kicks in. Seriously? This bitch maybe crazier than I am… over 90,000 people are screaming out their hatred and loathing of her, and she plays THIS song? Of course… I know the real reason she chose it. It isn’t for the crowds benefit, it’s for me. Samantha’s personal fuck you… mocking me with friendship while she keeps her hate in plain sight. She’s a master of mind games.

As Samantha climbs into the ring and grandstands and taunts the crowd I take a moment to check out the front seats… I can’t stand to see that bitch as she takes off her crown and robe… lording it over the assistants… How long ago did she win that tournament anyway? I see Rachel dressed in a very impressive purple pants suit with a cream shirt and thin purple tie. Trust her to look money. Next to her is Sage, looking beautiful as ever. Although she looks at me with a mixed view… We had quite a war and I gave her a loss she really didn’t need. She’s destined for huge things here, but I get the feeling she wants it now.

Looking across a few seats there’s Kayla. God that bitch winds me “AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!” Samantha’s double axe handle smash stuns me from my reverie! Her hands smashing down right in the middle of my shoulder blades.

DING DING!!!

They ring the bell a little to fucking late! She’s got my hair and slams me face first into the top turnbuckle ONE! TWO! THREE! Times…

My heads already spinning as she tosses me through the ropes only to land down hard on the thin mats. “Uuuggnnnn….” the solid thump onto the floor knocks the wind out of me but my head is clearing. I can hear the Referee screaming out for the cage to be lowered as I clamber up to my feet, dragging myself up using the ring apron. Unfortunately I get up just in time for Samantha’s baseball slide to smash me right in my face.

“AAAGGHHH!!!” I screech. The slam knocking me onto my back. I hear a heavy clunk and the cage starts it’s slow, ominous descent upon us. “Get up bitch!” Samantha growls gripping a good handful of my hair from behind me and I oblige… the pain burning in my scalp, but as I rise to my feet I quickly slam my elbow back into her ribs and am rewarded with a loud gasp of surprise. I reach back quickly, wrapping my fingers into her long curly red hair and Snapmare her down onto the hard, unyielding floor!

I drop down fast behind her, scissoring her waist as I wrap my left arm around her throat “You want a piece of me slut? Here I am you fucking whore!!!” I scream, my right fist smashing into her jaw over and over again. The cage is about 18 feet off the ground now, lowering still… so fucking slowly. Unfortunately in all my rage and fury I’m not thinking much about defence, and with a fighter like Samantha? You ALWAYS need to think about defence…

“Come on bitch! Pop up that jaw you fucking… “UUUuuuuuuggggnnnn……..” as her head flies back it crashes against my nose with a solid thud! The whole of my face tingles and goes numb as I sway backwards a little. Samantha spins around in a flash mounting me and raining down blows! “You tattooed Trash! I’ll fucking end you Gemma Cocks!!! You’re done bitch!!!” she screams at me, my fists are up but her punches land with alarming frequency

“Uuugghhh!!!!” a straight to my left eye… “Aaaaggghh!!!” a hook to my left cheek… “Uuuuuuuuggnnnnn….” then a vicious cross to my jaw sends me reeling, my arms drop out wide as I’m splayed on the floor dazed. If this was an MMA fight, it would have been called right then. Unfortunately for me this isn’t an MMA fight, This is Hell in a Cell.

Speaking of cell… I feel Samantha drag me over the mats. She sits me up and sits behind me now… her legs go under my armpits and then tuck behind my head then she leans back and straightens her legs…

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” I roar! My shoulders stretched to breaking point in her hold - the Miami Vice. “You like that? Huh? You like how it feels? This is gonna be your LIFE for the next hour, bitch!!! I’m going to make you wish you’d never been born!!!” she roars out then… with a childish giggle she say “Look up honey…” it’s right then my heart stops… the Cage is 4 foot off the ground now and coming down… right over my legs!

“Nnn.. No!!! Samantha NO!!!!!!” I scream out! Thrashing and kicking to move but I’m held fast! “Are you fucking crazy?!?!?!?! FUCK!!!! DON’T DO THIS!!!!!” I beg and she just sneers back “I told you I was going to end you career girl… I think 8 tonnes of steel cage should do the trick!” The crowd are roaring now, panicked and frightened… but the panic they’re feeling is nothing compared to the sickening lurches my terrified stomach is making. Sage is on her feet shouting out franticly for the cage to be stopped but still it descends.

It’s two feet away from breaking my legs now and I’m desperate… more desperate than I have been my entire life… I plant my feet onto the ground and with an agonised scream I push up!!! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!” the movement makes my shoulders feel like their getting ripped out of their sockets! But I’m doing it… I’m overpowering her… with her back on the floor I can just about gain leverage… slowly I inch back, until with a loud clang the cage hit’s the floor, my limbs spared…

Samantha breaks the hold and I drop to the thin mat clutching my aching shoulders “oh fuck… you… you fucking psycho!!!!” I scream as I get up in time to feel her dropkick slam into my face! There’s not much room to manoeuvre outside of the ring, maybe 4 feet of thin matting to work in. I slam against the wire fenced cage from the drop kick and stumble a little forward in time to slam a right hook into Samantha’s jaw!

Her head rocks back hard! But with my shoulders still recovering from that lock my punch was severely weakened.

“Oh Gemma Rox want’s to box huh? Fucking bring it girl!” Sam growls as she takes up her elusive stance… turned to her side with her left shoulder facing me, her left arm is up protecting her head while her right arm a across her body… the Philly shell defence. It’s a cxnt. Just like her. Designed for slipping blows and lighting fast counters she skips and dances backwards, the cage and the ring preventing me from side stepping. The only way I’m going to land any clean hits is if I come straight at her and run the gauntlet… and so long as she keeps away from me her height and reach advantage will destroy me.

No way I should do that! I know her stand up game is fierce. And I know she’ll put me on my arse. I also know how much hate I have for her… the way she runs her mouth constantly! Then has the audacity to shout ME down for answering her back!!! And her pre-fight talk? She told the world she was going to break me. Told the world she was going to strip me. Told the world she was going to fuck me. Yeah…. No way I’m gonna back down! I step forward and eat a hard left! “UUGGHHH!!!” her fist snapping out like a whip! I come in again… “Uuugghhh… uugggkk!!!” two more lefts. To the untrained eye it would look like her jab is taking me apart but really it’s that footwork. The way she throws and drops back, keeping me at her range instead of allowing me to come into my range. It’s a master class.

She skips over the metal steps and rounds the corner, backing away from me while she peppers me with lefts. Every time I get too close that hungry right thrusts out and slams my face like a brick! I can feel a treacle of blood running down my left temple now, it’s not a bad cut I think but it’s still a worry… she’s a fighter sharp enough to spot it and good enough to work it. Further and further back she goes, circling the ring as she peppers me and pounds me… I’ve gotten in about 3 body shots to at least 15 strong hits by her. It’s like I’m trapped in a fucking Rocky movie… We pass Rachel and Sage and Sage is screaming out advice

“Stop chasing her!!! What are you doing??? Fight your own fight!!!” she screams and I turn to kick the cage hard! “SHUT THE FUCK UP SAGE!!!! I GOT THIS!!!!” I scream and Samantha see’s her chance. My rage getting the better of me she breaks from her tactic and tries to capitalise on my mistake… problem is, I never made a mistake…. From the corner of my eye I see her dash in with a hey maker but she never get’s near me! My right foot slams out to the side in a driving kick that catches her dead in her large outie navel! Her cheeks fill up with air as she doubles over shocked! “ooohhhhfff….“ she groans, more like she’s aroused than hurt! I spin fast and my left tags her jaw with a stunning crack! I’m going to have to apologise to Sage for using her as my little decoy later, but right now I step in, following up with a right uppercut that crunches her jaw so hard her entire upper body reels backwards as an arc of spittle sprays from her mouth!. I grab her wrist fast and pull her back into my outstretched knee, giving her mid section another hit before I throw her back first against the cage wall

“No more running now, cxnt!” I hiss as I crouch in and SLAM her mid section with a furious assault! A right hook to the ribs, a left, a left, a right, a knee, a right uppercut to her navel, a left hook high on her rib cage just below the arm, then I rise up tagging her jaw with an uppercut again! Each blow is rewarded with a dull groan from Sam but it’s not enough… I don’t want to make her groan, I want to make her scream!

I’m surprised at just how tough she is, she throws a short sharp left hook that rocks my jaw and follows it up with a strong right cross, hoping to push me back so she can escape, but my bloods pumping too hard for that, I take the hits and throw some more right back at her! My left slams into her ribs so hard her body seems to crumple over it!

“Aaaiiieeee!!!”

YES!!! That’s it.. The first real shout of anguish… I want to hear more from her… I WILL hear more from her! Or at least I was telling myself that until my stomach started spinning.

“OOOOOMMMPPPPPFFFF!!!!!!” I gasp! Her knee slams into my crotch taking me entirely by surprise! The hard bone mashes my soft pubic mound and leaves me with a sickening, throbbing ache. “oops… sorry babes, I was going for your tummy there.. Still. I’m not a girl who passes up on an opportunity!” she grins before following up with a crunching knee right into my face! It sends me flying backwards until my lower back slams painfully into the ring apron. She’s on me like a flash, gripping my wrist in the small confines of the mated area we’re fighting in and Irish whips me face first into the steel cage!

“Aaagghhh!!!… AAGGggghhhh!!!!!!!…. AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” my first scream was from the impact, the others started coming as she throw punch after punch into my lower back and kidneys! I can feel her hands gripping into my scalp and I knew instantly what was coming next… “Uuuuuggghhnnnn…. OOOooohhhhhh…. Uuuuugggghhnnnn…” over and over she slams my face into one of the steel bars that make up the solid structure of the cell we’re locked in.

With my head spinning and my mind numbed she spins me around and crouches down, I can feel her wrapping those toned, slender yet strong arms around my thighs, low down near the knees, then she stands and I’m lifted into the air high above her. My vision is a barrage of blinding flashes and bursts of light as the capacity crowd all take their pictures, anticipating Samantha’s next devastating move, but after all those face slams into the cage? I really didn’t see this coming…

“You know Gem Gems, you got quite a pretty face under all that scowling and sulking… lets do something about that, shall we?” she grins right before she throws herself backwards quickly! Held aloft as I am, I fly face first towards the ground at a shocking speed, but my face never made contact with the padded mats… oh no… the steel steps saw to that…

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!” I scream! My head turning slightly at the last second but the whole left side of my face slams into the steel hard! My hands instinctively fly to my face as I roll and curse, tears welling in my eyes from the sudden and terrible blow. Samantha quickly gets to her feet and is on me in a flash, gripping my hair and rolling me into the ring. She pauses for a second to wipe my blood off her hand before following me into the ring.

As I’m laying on the canvas, blood pouring out of my left temple she starts stomping and kicking me, rage filling her

“LOOK AT YOU!!!” She stomps on my stomach “All banged up and bleeding!” A kick to my spine “We haven’t even started bitch!” she kicks my face “you think you can hang with the queen cxnt?” She stomps my heart “HUH??? ANSWER ME!!!” She stomps on my chest three more times… I want to answer her, I really do. I want to answer her with a right hook right in that loud mouth jaw of hers, but right now I just don’t have the energy, my heads throbbing, the left side of my face is crimson and I’m gasping from those stomps.

Sam bends down and grips my hair, yanking me to my feet before catapulting me across the ring in an irish whip! I bounce off the ropes hard, my small frame sprinting back towards her, this is my chance! As I approach I leap!!! Timing it perfectly I spin in the air throwing my entire 110lbs body at her in a cross body splash! But she was one step ahead of me… waiting patiently until the last second her arms spread out as if she plans on catching me but instead she spins fast! Adding to my momentum and power slamming me onto the canvas hard!

“AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!” I scream! My spine jarred and numb from the slam! The entire ring booms and shakes from the force of her move “hahaha! You think you can bring your weak ass game up in here? You can’t take me bitch! Every move you got I got a counter! Face it! You’re just not good enough…” she spits maliciously. Even with the numb, shocking pain in my lower spine I still can’t help but get hung up on those words… Damn this bitch! She just has a way of getting in my head! Why didn’t I listen to Hood… I flew at Sam and now I’m fucked up… I need to get my head on straight!

Again I find myself getting ripped up to my feet by my hair but this time I’m ready for it! I repay Sam for her earlier low blow and slam an uppercut into her crotch! I rise fast, lifting her up as I do then throw myself forward and Slam Samantha down in a spine buster! I can see the shock on her face as she groans from the heavy impact but I don’t hang around… gripping her left leg under my right arm I twist fast, trapping her in a single leg Boston Crab! “Aaggnn……” she squeals but she’s quick to stifle her cries. A lot of the pro fighters do that, they try their best to control their emotion, their pain. They don’t want to show their opponent they’re hurting but not me… I’m a screamer. I use the pain and the anguish and I vent, cursing, screaming, shouting, it’s all a release for my inner daemons. Sure I have fighters like Rachel Apache criticising me for that, but who gives a fuck. This is how I fight, and right now I REALLY want to hear Samantha scream just like I do…

“Come on bitch! What? You’re trying to tell me you’re not hurting, girl? Let me hear you fucking cry you loud mouth cxnt!” I growl as I lean back harder. I’ve got her leg locked in tight and the way I’m feeling right now I think I’m going to settle in nice and comfortable and make this slut suffer!

I can hear her hands clawing and pawing on the canvas as I bounce and rock on the hold. Occasionally the pain builds up to much and she hammer fists the canvas as a release but the bitch just won’t scream! Minutes soon pass and the crowd love it, seeing the black American girl bent and tortured by the nice, white local girl just feeds their xenophobic idiocy. It sickens me! The crowd were ugly when I walked down the aisle but the second Sam walked out, it turned downright putrid.

“FUUUUCK!!!” I’m caught off guard! My momentary lapse in concentration proving just the chink in the armour an assassin like Samantha needs, she grips my right ankle and twists hard! I have no choice but to drop down and break the hold to avoid my ankle getting seriously fucked. She’s up like a flash though, still holding onto my ankle, she wraps her arms around my calf to keep me in place then applies a horrendous ankle lock Kurt Angle would be proud of!

“AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!! SHIT!!!! FUUUUKKK!!!” I scream! My fingers locked into my hair as I grit my teeth and close my eyes tightly, trying to block out the pain but through the mind numbing agony I can hear her voice whisper to me, just loud enough that it penetrates my thoughts over the boo’s of the crowd

“Oh yeah baby… scream for me Slut! I’m gonna rape you in this ring, I hope you know that…” she purrs, twisting my ankle tighter…

“DO YOU GIVE???” the ref yells out loudly

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!” I scream back then brace myself. I do a push up, my arms straining under the pressure, then, when I have a large enough clearance I tuck my head in to my chest and do a forward roll!

“SHIT!!!!” Sam screams! My leg flicking back and propelling her forwards over me until she crashes face first onto the canvas! I’m on my back, she’s on her front and our legs and tangled together, I lean forward quickly, scissoring her left leg and applying my own ankle lock! “AAIIIEE!!!!” she screams, the sudden sharp pain ravaging her joints and forcing that yelp from her lips. I soon find out however that she wasn’t lying… her ground game is better than I expected… a lot better…

She rolls us so I’m face down and she’s on her back… “FUCK!” from this position I can’t bring any real power to bear on her ankle! She quickly pulls her free right leg up and raises it high… One leg under me, the other one above me, our womanhood mashes and presses against one another for a moment and I can feel her buck her hips

“you like that Rox? Oh yeah baby… I’m gonna Rox your world!” she giggles before bringing that right leg down heel first into my spine! “AAAGGHHH!!!!” then again! “OOOWWWWW!!!!” then again! “UUUGGGHHHH!!!!” over and over she slams me and I have no choice but to release my ankle lock and roll away. She’s way too fast though, leaping on my back, she jar’s my left arm my back high in a hammer lock, my right hand gripping my hair and pressing my face into the rough canvas as she does

“Mmmm… girl you got a lot of fight in you, that’s for sure… I’m looking forward to fucking that mean streak out of you in front of all your ugly ass fans here…” she whispers in my ear before licking my cheek and jamming my arm up even higher!…

To be continued… Expect part two soon! And written by the venerable HowardCosell no less!

x G x

[Marie B.]

“AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!! SHIT!!!! FUUUUKKK!!!”

Yeah, that sounds like you alright, Gemma! As expressive as always!

What a super story! You've got it all down, from the dialogue...... to the fighting action.......even to your innermost thoughts before and during the fight.

Can't wait to read more.



Marie

[howardcosell]

Gemma,

Thank you so much for that, Gemma. I've just been blessed to work with such a wonderful group of writers in the past and present and I thank you for being my friend, here and outside of the board. You're an outstanding writer and an outstanding person. You believed in yourself and that's why you're able to do so well. As long as you can see how talented you are and continue to excel at your passions, you'll do just fine in the world and here. You already have the talent and the care to produce good stories because your track record says so. I hope that your works outside of this board reach a great audience as well.

Well, Gemma vs Samantha is underway. Between these two, this should be a hell of a fight and a hell of a feud. 

[~Rox Erotique~]

Here's part two! this has been Written by the talented HowardCosell! in fact, this whole universe and the OPW is mostly powered by his seemingly endless imaginings and wit!

Enjoy folks!!!

Hell in a Cell... An OPW Throwdown... PT II

The pressure on my right arm is awful as she keeps jarring it up… I don’t know if she’s trying to break it or not, but I feel the ring shaking from the stomps of the crowd. Even with my face mashed against the mat and the blood in my nose running back up my nostrils, causing me to cough… I can hear them and feel their energy. And then, I hear me… UUUGGGGHHHH!!!! FUUUCK!!!!

“That’s right, Gemma,” Samantha that bitch says; she’s posting off my back, bringing her knees up and dropping them on my kidneys, “Fuck indeed!”

GUUUUHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!! UUUUUUHHH!!!!! AUUUGGGHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!!!

Five more and I can hear her laughing and the crowd booing and hissing. I look up and see a beer bottle shatter into the cage wall and security shift to find who threw it… good luck with that. There are so many people here, chaotic types, looking for trouble when they need only look within themselves. Fucking degenerates cheering for me simply because I’m the hometown girl or because I’m of a different skin tone or because Samantha’s a bitch… I am NOT their champion, but if I don’t fight back… I’ll be hurting worse than I am.

“Throw all the shit you want at me, you motherfuckers!” she says to some fans as I pound the mat in pain, “I can just lie here like this all night because your girl ain’t shit! I told you; I fucking told you how we do it, IQ style, bitches! What’s that? Huh? No bitch, you’re the one who’s lucky! You’re lucky you’re outside and not in here because I’d fuck you up too!”

The fans are really letting her have it, and it’s been almost ten minutes and I haven’t fucking moved. Come on, Gemma… you’ve got to get up. You’ve got to show this bitch that you belong here and that she’s not worthy of you!

“Gemma, do you mind if I take a nap?” she whispers in my ear, “The way I’m pounding your back, it’s gonna be all soft and squishy like a waterbed.”

She lies on my back; I can feel her weight and her dry humps on my ass, but she doesn’t let go of the hammerlock and I feel my hand bent up near her neck at what I’m guessing is a horrifically awful angle. I feel her left hand leave my hair and snake around my throat, but I block it with my own left arm and try to roll. She’s too strong… she’s just to fucking strong… there’s only one way out of this… unnnnnnnhhhhhhhh…uhhhhhhh….

“GAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Now, that’s the scream out of Sam I wanted to hear as my bent right hand grips her throat and squeezes. I feel her recoil off of me and I quickly somersault forward and turn around to see her checking her neck. She’s got two small cuts from my thumb and index finger.

“You’re gonna get it for that, Gemma,” she snarls as she gets to her feet and I pull myself up onto the ropes just as she charges in. I don’t know what the fuck this bitch is planning, but I guess it’s a clothesline. I duck as she gets to me, but she lifts her right leg and goes for a front highkick. I feel my shoulder brush her crotch as I stand and send her over the top rope and out of the ring, but that’s the fucking sin of it all!! The bitch tries to wrap her legs around my neck on the way down, but she can’t and I’m pulled back towards the ropes and shot forward off of them… ARRRGGGHHH!!! My face hits the mat hard, but I hear a hard “CLANG” of steel and the fans cheer loudly as I roll to my side… the bitch landed on the ring steps and she’s down holding her forehead.

The second I roll out of the ring, the fans are going crazy… I hear a singsong chant of “FUCK HER UP, GEMMA, FUCK HER UP!!” with two claps in between. She’s on her hands and knees and I give her a running kick right to her ribs, making sure my foot gets around to that stomach.

“Oough!!” she groans as I pull her up by her long curly red hair and hook her head under my arm. But before I can DDT her on the mat, she rushes forward, driving my back into the cage wall, but despite my own pain, I drive her head into it as well. We break and stand straight. Her hair is in her face, but her mouth is open and she wings a left hook that I duck and ram a short right to her solar plexus.

“Umph!” she bends and I grab her by the back of her head and throw her face first into the cage wall.

“Auggghhh!!” is her wimpy fucking cry as she tries to crumble down. I see fans trying to spit at her while she’s near the cage, but their loogies can’t quite reach us… disgusting.

“You’re gonna bleed, your highness!” I stomp her… and when I’m stomping her, I’m not focusing on a particular body part because let’s just fucking face it, all her parts are dangerous. I’m really losing myself in it now, just stomping away at her. But I take one good kick at her mouth and miss, catching her ear and seeing her grit her teeth. Yes bitch… this is only the beginning of your suffering. I don’t care if my hair gets in my face; I don’t fucking care if her arms are in the way; I don’t care if I’m stomping her pussy or her tits or her fucking heart… I don’t care if I’m bleeding or hurting or… AAHHH!!! FUCK!!!! She managed to slide her legs around my ankles and twist me into a drop toehold… my bleeding face mashes the steel cage wall. I feel her soft hands once again go into my hair and she rakes my face across the steel… arrrrrrRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

“That’s right, baby girl,” she whispers, “I can feel your anger; you really want to fuck me up, don’t you?”

“You have no idea, bitch!” I grunt back, “AUGH!!! AUGH!!! AUGH!!!! FUUUCCKK!!!”

She slams several punches to my kidneys and I can see that she’s working that area, before bringing her arms around and trapping me in a full nelson and lifting me off the ground.

“Okay, Gemma… time to go for a ride.”

She spins around and falls back, letting me go and the back of my head, neck and back slam into the cage hard in her release tiger suplex… ARRRGGGHHH!!! When I hit, I must’ve been eight feet up… she’s stronger than I thought… I’m down on my side trying to get back up, but ARRGGHH!! She kicks me in the mouth and I see saliva and blood spray the mats below my head.

“I’m the Queen, bitches!!” she yells at the crowd and the boos pick up. I look up at her and am rewarded with a stomp to the pit of my bare stomach… OOOUUUGGGHHH!!!

“This is your champion, London!!” she yells, “This is your fucking washed up as champion!!”

I feel the beer bottles hitting the cage and cover up from the glass… this is so fucking ugly. I even turn and see security tackle a fan who jumped the barricade. Samantha grabs me by hair and pulls me up.

“Let’s get back in the ring, shall we? Ooof!!”

I give her an elbow to her stomach, about an inch above that bubble looking navel of hers. When she bends forward, I grab her by the back of her head and ram the top of it into the ring apron.

“Unnhhh!!”  I grab her by her throat and crotch and lift her up, but my hands are slippery with blood and sweat and I let her go, but I got my knee up… “Usssshhhhh!!!” that’s an odd sound from her as my knee hits her stomach and the air goes out of her. I roll her into the ring as the crowd shouts their approval, but as I slide in, she’s already on her feet, but stumbling.

She’s still a bit folded over as she stumbled forward, and I circle behind her and to her right, firing a left hook just below her ribs and watching her body shake and stumble to the left.

“Uhhh!!” she groans as I push her to the ropes and fold her into me with a knee to the stomach that forces an “OOF!!” from her as she looks at me with wide eyes. I whip her off the ropes and bounce off them myself. She jumps as I rush in and I give her a sidekick, right to the pit of her stomach…”OOOH!!!” her body shakes as if it’s been shocked in midair, but on the way down, I dive forward and tackle her, driving my shoulder deeper into her weakening belly. When we hit the mat, I hear an “uhhhh” come out of her and her body goes still. I want to punish this bitch, but I want to win and winning means pinning her… 1,2, somehow, this bitch kicks out. No matter, as hurt as I am, I stand and stomp hard on her stomach, “OUGH!!”

“That’s right, bitch!” I shout, stomping twice more across her navel and getting “GUUHH!!” and “UMMM!!!” in return. As I grab her by her legs and put her in a figure four leglock, I see it in her eyes… her aqua green eyes are wide and she’s looking at me and knowing that she’s in a fight now. That’s right, Sam. You underestimated me… and now, I’m kicking your arse all over this fucking cage, bitch… but she yanks her legs free in one thrust… how the motherfuck did she do that? And I realize that I’ve got blood all over me, even on my legs and with the sweat, I’m pretty slippery. She backs up and gets to her feet just as I angrily charge in. The momentum is with me now; I can hear the angry fans yelling and cursing and shouting for me to hurt her… it sickens me, but at the same time, it inspires me. Shitty people are shitty people, but Samantha helped create some of this and now, I am cast as a hero to them, but a villain in my own mind. I charge in with my arms raised, looking to drop a double axehandle down on her nose, but she rams her shoulder into my stomach, OOOF!!! Lifts me up and gives me a spinebuster right on the mat… shit!!! I start to get up, but the bitch is too fast… I didn’t even see her climb the ropes and do a flipping legdrop (Booker T. calls this move The Harlem Hangover), her leg lands right across my throat…AAACCCKKKK!!!! Huuuuuuh…uhhhhh… 1,2, I kick out…uhhhhh…huhhhhh…

“Do you hear that?” she whispers, or maybe she’s out of breath, “They’re chanting your name. They want you to kill me, rip my head off, spit down my throat… whatever. Do you want to kill me, Gemma? You want to end my career? Send me to the hospital? Answer me!!!”

“You said you were gonna fuck me! You tried to break my legs bitch!” we’re jockeying for position, but she’s getting the better of that too.

“I wasn’t really going to let the cage fall on your legs, you dumb bitch,” she says while trying to pin my shoulders down, “I was just trying to scare you. After all the shit you’ve done to injure your opponents, if it was me with my legs about to be crushed, you would’ve let that shit happen… ah!”

I pop her in the mouth with a right cross, but it’s not enough to buck her off of me. Her fists start coming down on me fast. She’s mounted me and she’s punching like crazy. I bring my arms up to protect my face, and she just starts dropping forearms across them, weakening my own forearms and driving them into my face. I get to my side and she just starts dropping them on the cut near my temple. I can hear my groaning and screaming, but that’s not helping. I start kicking out with my legs, hoping to hit something important and when I hear Samantha cough hard, I know I have. I get to my hands and knees and see her in a seated position, holding her crotch.

“Oops,” I say as I stand, bounce off the ropes and give her a front dropkick to her face, knocking her on her back spread eagle in the middle of the ring. I see my opportunity; I run to the ropes, bounce off the middle rope and backflip onto her… OOOOOOOOUUUGGGHHH!!!!! FUUUUUCKK!!! She got her knees up… that mouthy arse bitch got her fucking knees up and countered my Gemmassault… my stomach is hurting badly and I’m rolling around holding it… I have to get up… I have to get up but I can’t even feel my legs. I turn and see her resting on the ropes; she’s breathing heavily, but we make eye contact and here she comes. I scoot back fast to try and buy some time, but I find myself under the ropes with my head dangling off the ring apron… oh shit… she grabs the top rope and yanks herself over it… I get a facefull of her crotch as it lands on my head but I know this move and I throw my right fist low into her belly as she’s coming down and hear a “MOOOOGH!!” from her and a clang of steel when she lands, stumbles and crashes chest first into the cage.

“AHHHH!!!” she cries as I see beer spray through the cage wall and I see her grabbing her eyes. I don’t know what happened, but she’s blinking… a little beer never hurt. Then as I move in on her, I pull her into suplex position and slam three good lefts to her belly and get two “ough’s” for my trouble, then I lift her up and suplex her into the cage wall, but there isn’t a lot of room between the ring and the cage and she lands on her neck and I even bang my head on the cage… the bitch’s legs end up on me. She’s holding her neck and I’ve got cuts in my forearm now… that’s why she was clawing at her eyes! There’s glass all over the mats. These stupid skinhead jerks have been pushing their way to the front and throwing beer bottle at her and they’ve been breaking against the cage, but I didn’t realize that much of the glass was getting through.

I pull her up and push her against the ring apron. I take a moment to look at her eyes and they’re bleeding, both of them have tiny cuts around them. But I can’t feel sorry for her right now. I crack her jaw with a right cross and bury my left in her belly, right above the navel and she doubles over with an “OOF!! Ooh, you got me!!” I like the sound of that so much, I give her three more uppercuts to her belly and see that it’s giving in now. She’s a fit girl, but there’s only so many shots you can take to the stomach before you can’t tighten it. The punches lift her off the ground and I nail her with another right cross that staggers her in range of my left hook that knocks her into the steel ring steps with an “Unnnhhh!!!”

She stares at me and her face looks angry for a moment, like she’s going to come at me, but she slides into the ring and backs up.

“Get back here, bitch!!” I say as I slide in and move in on her, “I thought you wanted to fight… ah!!”

That damn jab… it’s so fast and it hits me right on the nose. I’ve got a mad on now. I’m gonna hammer this bitch because I know she’s weakening and she’s running away. I move in, but she jabs me right on my navel. I swallow and she says, “I got you there.” Fuck this bitch! In the ring, I’ve got more room to maneuver and I feint to her right, but come at her left, and she gets me with another jab to the stomach. I look at her and she nails me with a straight right to my nose and smiles. I move in fast and she kicks me in the stomach… OOOOH!!!

“Where’s the fire, Gemma?” she says, “I heard you groan. I got you; I know I did. I could see the look on your face when I kicked you.”

“What the fuck do you want, huh? A medal?” this bitch and her mindgames, “You kicked me in the stomach, now, shut the fuck up!!”

“No,” she says and makes a gesture with her right hand for me to come on, and I do, just for her to use the same hand to hit me with a straight to my nose, a left hook to my liver that buckles me, but she pulls back on a follow up right cross when I take a step back. I throw a front kick at her stomach, but she catches my foot, then flips into a wheelkick that hits the left side of my head and sends me down on my back. But this bitch doesn’t capitalize… she lets me back up. Why the fuck is she doing this? The second I get to my feet, she jumps in with a left hook and UNNNNHHH!!! I’m down again…

I have to figure out a way to get my hands on her. I’m 5’3” 115 lbs and she’s 5’9” 144 lbs. Yes; she’s a mouthy bitch. Yes; she moans like a whore and won’t shut up. But she’s fast and every punch she hits me with hurts. She’s not even using the Philly Shell because I’m not getting close enough for her to need to. She knows what she’s doing. I get to my feet and realize that my stance isn’t going to work against her standup game. I fight with my left arm low and my right raised, somewhat similar to the way her guard is, but her jabs and straights are picking me apart and when I get my left up, she hurts my stomach… OUGH!! Couldn’t keep that one in, not that I would’ve… she lands a right hand to my stomach and I back up. Fuck!! She pushes me back and starts throwing a combination of punches to my ribs as I’m on the ropes. Then she hooks me in a muay thai clinch and throws seven hard knees to my stomach… pretty low… below my navel. My groans are loud, but when aren’t they?

“Come on, Gemma,” she whispers and it’s sarcastic, but there’s a touch of sadness in her voice, “You wanted to fight me, remember? You wanted to kick my ass or arse, remember? These people want you to fuck me up!! They all want you to beat me up!! Do it!!!”

AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!! Bitch just kneed me in my fucking face!!!! All I see is red as I’m sure I’m bleeding worse than ever now. I can hear the crowd and I can make her out a little… bitch looks like she’s got her arms raised in victory and she’s stalking me… she let me off the ropes, but I feel my back touch another side of ropes and she starts in with the combinations to my ribs and stomach and I feel my legs buckling and I take two hard hooks to the jaw as my arms come down and just barely block a head kick with my right hand… AHHHH!!!! FUUUUCK!!!! I heard something snap in my hand… I hope it’s not broken.

“Shit, girl,” she whispers, leaning in again, while I try to take in as much air as I can, “I like parties and loud music, but you’re killing my eardrums. Maybe you’ve got too much air.”

She drives another knee to my stomach and I fold over with an “OOOOOFFF!!!” She whips me across the ring, but I sidestep the kick to the stomach she was looking to land. I wing a left hook at her, but she’s out of range and she gets me with another jab to my stomach, then a right cross behind my ear, a knee to my stomach, and pushes me back, only to sweep my legs out from under me and back up. The boos are really picking up and the energy in here is unbelievable… I could afford some of that energy.

“Fuck you too!!!” I hear her yell at someone, “Fuck all of you!! You’ve been hating on me for years!!! For years!!! God hasn’t made a bitch who can fuck with me!!!”

She has her back to me and I’m slowly pulling myself to my feet. There’s some skinny hooligan who’s jumped over the barricade and has climbed the side of the cage, cursing and spitting at her with a couple of security guards trying to get him down. There’s some black haired girl full of facial piercings, with long hair, but the left side shaved and a tattoo of an anarchy symbol (the A in the circle) on the shaved side of her head who’s jumped over too and she’s screaming at Samantha. I slowly walk up behind her… the ring is shaking and the crowd is going wild… she can’t even feel my footsteps… but she’s also not talking. I just see her with her hands on her hips watching the people being escorted away… I wrap my arms around her waist, “Your fight’s with me Sam, remember?” and throw her back in a German suplex… S…then another… A…and another… M…and another… A…and another… N…and another… T…and another… H…and another…A!! 

I hear her exhale in a long “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and I pull her up again, but no suplex this time. I run her right into the corner, ramming the front of her body into the turnbuckles. I hear more moaning from her as I turn her upside down and place her legs over the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle.

“I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a very long fucking time,” I say as I slam a combination of twelve punches into her stomach and listen to her piteous wimpy moans of “uggggghhh” and “oooooh” and “ummmmmm” and “guuuuuuuuhhh”

“What’s wrong, Sam?” I say as I start exclusively punching her navel with seven stiff shots, thing is the size of a golfball and it sticks out like a bubble. I want to smash it.

“What’s wrong? You’re hurting me, duh… oooooh, ooooooooh…. Ummmm…mmmpppphhh... you hurt my navel…oooooooh…you keep getting me,” she says, and continues to groan. Just for the hell of it, I press her navel and she makes “oh oh oh oh oh oh” sounds like she’s fucking… I file this in my mind.

“Well, if this hurts, then you’re really going to hate what’s next?” I say as I jump and drive my elbow right on her pussy.

“AHHHHHH!!!!!” comes from both of us… why it comes from her is obvious; why it comes from me? Well, when I elbowed her, her legs shot up and over and she nailed both my shoulders and drove me down to my knees and I feel her sliding behind me and trying to lock on a choke… my move flipped her out of the tree of woe and right onto my back… shit!! I drive two good elbows to her ribs and after hearing her “ah!” two times, I throw my head back into hers, mulekick her crotch, turn and grab her around her waist and give her a spinning belly to belly suplex, but she’s 6 inches taller than I am and she doesn’t go down and keeps spinning, breaking my hold, grabbing my head and jumping, driving me down on my face and stomach while she lands in a seated position… the fucking face-buster!! And my face is already busted… shit!!! I feel her sit on my back and feel her pulling on my chin and trapping my neck between her arms while interlocking her fingers while my arms are resting on her thighs… variation of a camel clutch called the Steiner Recliner for Scott Steiner who uses it. My arms are trapped between her elbows and thighs; my back is suffering from her weight forcing it down and she’s pulling up on my neck, rocking it up and down.

“Gemma, babes,” she whispers, “I’m the Queen of camel clutches. I know so many different variations. I guess I could’ve called this one The Miami Vice, but I decided to call it the Crocodile Rock since we’ve got just as many crocks as we do gators back home in Florida. But your dumb as wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, huh?”

“Funny…arrrghh…I always heard you’re the queen of camel toe!” I say back… AHHHHH!!!!

“That wasn’t very nice,” she says, jerking my neck up again and again, “I have a confession to make, Gemma. Everything I said about you, well not everything, but most of it, was in promotion of the fight. If I thought you were on something, which I did, but you passed all the tests… but if I really thought you were on something, I wouldn’t have fought you. But you wanted to fight me, and I wanted to fight someone else… but I knew I could beat you. Katora sparred with you a while back, but Kat is one of my best friends, so she sparred with me for this fight. I have Christina Munoz training me; Justine Credible helps with my speed training. Isis Jones, who is from here and won a gold medal in wrestling, helps me with my mat wrestling.”

The pain is unbelievable… but I look straight ahead and see Sage yelling at me… I can’t hear her and the blood is all over me… I can’t hear the crowd either, but I can feel the noise shaking me and the ring… all I hear is Samantha, as the villain decides now is the time to reveal her evil plan.

“You?” she whispers, “Who do you have? Hood? I’ve got the former #3 ranked fighter in the world and the CEO of OPW as my head trainer. I’ve got a woman who’s won all the titles in OPW as my fellow IQ and speed coach. Kat has a black belt in five different martial arts disciplines and she’s sparring with me every day, and I’ve got an Olympic Gold Medalist teaching me what she knows about ground wrestling. Before that, I was working with Glory and Nikky Smalls; Nikky taught me the jabs and straights you’ve been feeling all night. Nikky taught me the Philly Shell defense. If I was all talk, if I thought I was some fighting bad ass… I wouldn’t have listened. I wouldn’t have trained so hard. You like to think I just talk… bitch, I don’t talk it without walking it. Kayla and Marie could’ve told you that because I beat them both soundly; Sage could’ve told you that because I got my Queen of the Ring title by knocking her out. What can you do, Gemma? How are you going to beat me? What, you’re gonna grunt me to death? You’re gonna smart ass me to death?”

I see Rachel and I can’t read her facial expression at all. She sighs and sits back in her chair. The section in the front for OPW wrestlers and fighters from other promotions is roped off from the crowd, but that’s not stopping those anarchists and hooligans from yelling and screaming. They’re chanting my name, but I can’t do anything but take the pain… my body is aching; my pride is breaking; but every time the ref asks me if I quit, my head is shaking… from side to side.
“If you had half a brain, you’d quit,” she whispers, “You’d be a woman and admit that I beat you, because if your career does end tonight, it won’t be because of me.”

AUGH!!! FUCKKKK!!! She starts dropping her butt down on my back while pulling up even harder on my neck. But somehow, that pain wakes me up… I have to get free… I know I’m slippery with blood and sweat and while she’s got the choke on tight, it’s not that tight. I hook my arms under her thighs and she knows I’m going to try and stand, so she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist and rolling herself onto her back with me on top in a bodyscissors, but I’m able to slip free of the cross face (or in this case, cross throat) and I start twisting my body, throwing elbows behind me, looking to nail her head. I know I made contact with her head on one, and I’m able to pull free of the body scissors. We both stand and she has her arms trying to go around my throat, but I grab her head from behind and drop to my butt… Samantha’s bitch IQ buddy Jolene Rictor would be proud of my version of the Stone Cold Stunner and Samantha is shot off of me and onto the ropes. I turn around and face her and she looks at me in disbelief.

“I guess I just had one of my super comebacks, eh Sam?” I say and she sighs and we start circling each other. I know she’s hurt, but so am I and our circle is slow.

“What are you waiting for, bitch?” I say, “Stand and fight!”

“I’m the elusive one, remember?” she says and sticks a jab in my stomach again!! And she moves away before jumping in with a hard kick to my ribs. She grabs me by the sides of my head, kicks me in the stomach, bounces off the ropes and I know the axe kick is coming, so I capture her leg while it’s up and get my arms around her waist… I smile right in her face and she knows what’s coming. I throw her over my head and down, slamming her in one of her own trademark moves, the capture suplex that she calls the Sexyplex, 1,2, she kicks out again!!

I grab her by the sides of her head and bang the back of her head down on the mat ten hard times to fuck up her equilibrium. I lift her up and send uppercut after uppercut to her belly, each punch driving the fight from her and backing her into the corner. I look into her eyes as she rests in the corner and stares at me with her mouth hanging open. I slap her face as hard as I can and force an “UUUNNNHHH!!!” from her. I pick her up and sit her on the top turnbuckle. I know what I’m going to have to do to win this match. This is a bloody war in this fucking cell and as I climb on the top turnbuckle, I see everyone on their feet


Part three coming soon....

x G x

[howardcosell]

thanks a lot, Gemma. I would be nothing as a writer without the readers and without wonderful writers like you.

[MasterTom]

Excellent job as always Gemma....I can't wait for part III!!!!

T

[peccavi]

gruesome

[howardcosell]

wait until you see part 3

[Kayla]

Good gracious grief! Utterly wild!  Can't imagine a part 3 still to come: LOL! 

Hugs
Kayla

[~Rox Erotique~]

I sit Sam up on the top turnbuckle… she’s looking dazed and stunned. I throw a couple of right hands into that poking out belly button of hers for good measure. Each time she groans and moans more like she’s about to cum than in pain… I slowly climb the ropes in front of her, I’m a wreck, the left side of my face is red with my own blood… my left shoulder and chest too. My St Georges flag outfit is stained and ruined but I kind of expected that. My hands are slippery but I need to lock in this superplex! I have to end it fast, I don’t know how much I have left…

As I get to my feet unsteady on the top rope I drag her to her feet too, locking her left arm I ready my final roll of the dice…

“UUGGGHHHH!!!!”

Oh god no…

“OOOUUUPPFFFFF!!!!!!”

Oh shit!

“AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!”

Three hard rights devastate me! I thought she was dazed and out of it… bitch was playing possum! Those three punches rob me of air and energy, she grips the back of my head and doubles me over, ramming my head between her powerful thighs!

“Oh SHIT!!!” I gasp! What… what’s she going to do? She… she can’t pile drive me from the top rope!!! That’d kill me!!!! Or… or end my career…. It’s at that moment my blood runs cold…

“I wish I could say this isn’t gonna hurt honey, but we both know that’s a lie” she giggles as her hands reach down and wrap around my waist. With an almighty heave she pulls!!! Ripping me up in a spin until I’m sat on her shoulders! She… she’s gonna power bomb me from up here? Oh god…..

I can feel her tongue lick at my crotch as she teases me, both of us balancing precariously on the top turnbuckle, then…. She turns to the left…

“Oh no…. no! Sam!!! NO!!!” I beg! Fear ripping through me! She… she’s going to power bomb me all the way to the arena floor!!!! I must be 15 feet in the fucking air!!! “don’t you do this Sam!!! Please!!! You’re insane!!!” I gasp desperately!

“oh honey, I’m not insane, I’m a professional!” she smiles then I feel it… the sudden shift… her legs powering off into a jump…. My hair, matted, wet and tangled from my own blood shoots forward in front of my face as my body is propelled backwards… the entire arena are on their feet, thousands upon thousands of flashes going off simultaneously to capture this moment… the worst moment of my life… Her arms pull down hard, propelling me faster still, my arms are in front of me, grasping desperately for something that isn’t there, a life line, anything! But I’m doomed… I know it. My body is new horizontal, my legs around Sam’s head as our bodies rush towards the thin matting outside the ring at a devastating speed until

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

My back slams into the mat with a terrible crunch!!! It doesn’t afford me the lenience of a canvas ring… I don’t bounce upon impact. My back absorbs the full brunt of the 15 foot power bomb. I gasp.. My eyes watered and hazy… I can’t breath….. The pain… it’s too much… it’s debilitating… paralyzing… then… I pass out.

I miss what happens next… I never got to see Rachel Apache, the coolest, calmest woman in the OPW get to her feet in shock and concern at the power bomb laid out before her. I never saw the horror in her sister Sage’s face… I certainly never saw the roster of fighters back stage all jump from their seats, some roaring in appriciation of my dectruction, others shocked to the point of nausea. Most of all… I never got to see Sam fulfil her humiliating promise…. As I was unconscious she laid there next to me for a few minutes, clutching her knees and screaming… the landing took a lot out of her too. But soon enough she recovered, and grabbed my blood soaked top. With a few, jarring yanks she rips it over my head, leaving me topless and spread eagle. My breasts moving slowly from my shallow breaths. She then put her hands underneath my short white & red cross skirt and yanked my panties off… “mmmmm… spells like peaches!” she giggles, enraging the already ugly crowd with my humiliation.

“uuuuuuuuuhhhhh….. Ooohhhhhhh……….” my groans are soft and filled with pain. Slowly I come round. I can’t open my eyes yet. The back of my head feels wet…. “Oh goody! You’re awake!” I hear Sam chuckle, then she grips my ankles. I’m in too much of a daze to realise what’s happening until it’s far too late. All I can hear is Sage screaming “Get up Gemma!!! GET UP!!!!!”

Sam grabbed my ankles, lifting them off the floor, then stepping over my right leg she twists them, locking my ankles up before stepping  over me and executing the perfect Sharp shooter… Right in front of Rachel Apache, the woman who made this hold her own. Rachel’s disdain and rage is written all over her face, forced to watch Sam claim a stake on her move and powerless to do anything about it…

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” I scream! My back is in total agony!!! She’s got it locked on tight and I’ve got nowhere to go… as she leans back harder my spine is bent into a 90 degree angle the wrong way… I can feel the ligaments and tendons popping and I scream… I feel my bare breasts pressed flat against the mat and I realise she’s stripped me and left me in just my fucking mini skirt and boots! My legs lifted and bent back viciously as they are, my skirt has fallen back exposing everything…

“ASK HER REF!!!” Samantha growls out, demanding the Ref ask for my submission

“Sa…Sam I can’t… It’s no disqualifications but falls only count in the ring! I… I can’t do anything…” he replies dumbfounded at what to do

“Hahahahahahaha!! This get’s better and better! Guess you’re in for a rough night honey!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!” I scream! My hands are clawing at the mats but it’s futile, with her weight and power advantage I’m not going anywhere. Then I felt it. Her fingers… teasing and rubbing my pussy…. “ohhhh… oh fuck!!!! Oh don’t you dare!!!!!” I scream!

“I’m a girl of my word honey and wow! You’re already pretty wet! This isn’t gonna take long at all! Haha! Now get ready girl… when I’m finished with you, you’ll beg to worship the queen!”

Oh fuck…. I can feel her fingers sliding in me! I just know the camera men are scurrying around to pick up every move she makes and every judder and scream that escapes me. My face flushes bright red, a horrid mix of excitement and shame as she does with me what she will. “Ooohhh….. Uuugghhhh!!!!… Ooooohhhfffff… fuuuuuuuuuck…. Aaaaagggghhhh!!!!!!! Ooooohhhhhhhh SHIT!!!!! SAM I’m gonna kill you!!!! FUCK!!!!!!”

I scream and groan, her fingers working me as my spine tingles and creaks under the ridiculous pressure she’s applying to it. The minutes pass but not quick enough for my liking. I can hear the crowd agasp, can see the disgusted look on Rachel Apache’s face as I’m apused not a few feet in front of her… I try and fight it, oh god I try… but I… I can’t… “OOOOooooohhhh Fuck!!! OOOHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!! Nnnnnnnrrr…… No… NO!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” With one final scream that bitch brings me to orgasm…

She drops the hold and leaves me on the mat, broken and tearful. I… I can’t get up… my back, oh god… has she broke my back?!?!?! I’m horrified now, terrified as my mind torments me, going over all the possibilities in my head…

“awe babes… are you crying? Hahahaha! I knew it! Underneath all that fucking anger and rage is just a pathetic little girl” Samantha hisses. Gripping my hair and ripping me up “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” I shriek out! Just the act of getting pulled to my feet causes my back to scream! But… I… I’m staying up right… my… my back can’t be broken… oh thank fuck!

She throws me into the ring and I roll a little. Each and every movement killing me a little inside. Sam follows me in and drags me to the centre of the ring and eaves me there face down. I want to roll away, I want to push myself up to my knees, I want to do anything but all I can do is lay there and bleed… face down and pale…

Samantha, much slower than she was at the start of this brawl, slowly steps between the ropes and makes the careful, steady climb to the top of the turnbuckle. She stands proud at the top, bloody and bruised for sure, but still, seconds away from victory. As she raises her hands in the air and gives London both middle fingers the crowd erupt into total, mindless savagery… glass bottles that were smuggled past security are hurled full force at the cage and smash into pieces… racist, hate filled chants fill the air… some of the real OPW fans, fearful of the scene playing out in front of them, turn their backs and make their way to the exits. Others get caught up in the whirlwind of insanity and join in the chaos, but throughout it all Samantha smiles, soaking up the hate, feeding off it.

Then, her eyes focussing on my downed body she squats… then leaps! Her body flying gracefully through the air her patented shooting star press! She gets such height as she flies through the air until “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Her entire body, all 144lbs of toned athleticism crashes down across my ruined lower back!

I can feel her roll me over and hook my leg as the ref drops down and starts slapping the blood stained canvas…

“ONE!!!!!”

I want to lift up my shoulder so bad but she’s too heavy…

“TWO!!!!!”

I want to kick out… thrust my legs forward and break the pin, but my back… my back just can’t…

“THREE!!!!!”

I…. I lost…. I hear her music blast out…. I see her get to her feet and roar out like a warrior… and I’m left laying down broken. Topless and bloodied, pale and ruined… I lay there for I don’t know how long but some minutes later Sam drops a microphone on my chest. I can hear over the speakers her voice roaring… “Get up… if you can…..”

“uuugghhhh……..” I groan, but slowly start to rise. The pain is carved all over my face as I slowly, very slowly start to rise.

“Shit… guess I fucked you up more than I thought… here, take my hand” she offers her hand out and I look at it for a moment, on my knees… but I refuse and push myself to my feet, my back screaming every inch of the way… for a second I think I see a glimmer of respect in her eyes. Then she raises that microphone to her mouth

“Bitch…. I think it’s about time you raise that lil mic and tell the world that despite AAAAALLLLLLL your talk! Despite AAAAALLLLLLL your posturing! You just got the shit kicked out of you by the BETTER woman!”

So much for respect… I stare into those fiery eyes for a few moments. I wish I could shove her words down her throat, I wish I could laugh her off, but the fact is she’s right.

“despite all MY talk?…… honey, nobody could hear a damn word I had to say over all the shit you’ve been shovelling! You know what? You did beat me…. Fair and square… you like to talk about all your accomplishments and your stunning training regimes… how NOBODY in this business is as prepared or dedicated as you! You talked about having the third greatest MMA fighter in the world as your personal sparing partner… and from what I hear fuck buddy… you talk about how you improved your stand up fight with one of the greatest boxers who ever lived, Nikki Smalls… you talk about how you strengthened your ground game with the Olympic Wrestler Isis Jones… you mention name after name after name!!! all the people you worked with and all the people you beat!!!! Well… you know what honey? You beat me tonight. Just little old me.”

The silence hangs in the air a little as I take a breath… the atmosphere is grim… heavy in that ring

“I never trained with the greatest in the world. I never spent thousands on the best gyms money can buy. I faced you! ME!!! All I did was give it EVERY FUCKING THING I HAD!!!!! LOOK AT ME!!!!!!…….. I left it all in this ring tonight, every fucking drop of sweat and damn near every drop of blood I had… I threw my all into this and you know what? I lost. And DESPITE all the SHIT that comes out of your mouth, I can respect you for that. You out fought me, you out wrestled me and you beat me. But after all we just went through, the least you could do is fucking respect me! Haven’t I earned that yet? You want me to bleed a little more before you give that up?”

I throw my microphone to the ground and we just stare at each other…. I wish I had the skill to properly describe exactly what was going through our minds at that point… her eyes were alight with a bitter flame of hate yet they held a note of sadness to them. Maybe even remorse. God knows as she looks me up and down I must make a sorry sight. Swaying and struggling to even remain upright, stripped of most of my clothes and violated in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans let alone the millions watching live on pay-per-view. Pale, so very pale from the blood that’s beat shed. Bruised and bettered from head to toe. I must look awful. And right now she’s seeing all this and she knows it took all of this to beat me. Nothing less would have done.

I see her eyes begin to well up and she chokes up a little before fighting that emotion back. Maybe, just maybe this hell we’ve put each other through has cemented some form of amity, a bond forged in the fires of war… is this a beginning of a new era?

“I’d say go fuck yourself but you’ve already been fucked once tonight!”

So much for friendship

“But I’ll say this Gemma Rox… yeah… as much as I you fucking annoy me with your little temper tantrums and your bad girl shit… yeah… you earned my respect tonight. I‘ll give you that much at least… ”

I’m kinda shocked at this sudden admittance of esteem from her…

“But you mention my name again without paying ME the respect I deserve? And I WILL end your fucking career!”

That didn’t shock me so much…

“Now I don't give a fuck about what you've been through or how little you are. You challenged me and I beat you! Now, shake my hand or keep bitching about the shit that you created!”

With that she throws down her microphone and extends her hand. Demanding that I pay her the respect she’s due… and after a few moments… I oblige. Locking eyes I reach out and shake the hand of the woman who beat me… she then slides out of the ring, the cage mechanisms whirl into life and make way for the still reigning Television Champion of the OPW to leave Wembley arena triumphantly… I lower my head. Truth is I’m truly devastated at this loss… I really thought I could take her! But… I was wrong, Sam’s just better than me. It’s hard to admit that but I have to live with it…

“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

The sudden scream shocks me as I raise my head! I see Sam, bleeding and staggering where one of the hooligans has fought their way past security and smashed a bottle over her head! Then another breaks the wall, and another! The guards are getting swarmed and too many are getting through now! Sam drops one with a solid elbow, crunching his nose and sending him reeling back in a shower of his own blood, but for every scum she drops, two take their place… I stagger towards the ropes screaming incoherently at the crowd. “No! Get the fuck off her!!! What the fuck are you doing!!!!!” I climb down, frantic to make my way to Sam… oh my god…. She’s surrounded now! On the floor their stomping and kicking her to death!

Out of the corner of my eye I see some of the OPW roster fighting their way from the tunnel and clearing house but now the arena has turned into a full scale riot… it’s terrifying! Normally rational people seemed to have abandoned their senses and devolved into this repugnant, wretched mob mentality… I feel one guy pull my hair and I cry out! My head jars back and I twist, delivering a solid right hook that downs him. As he hit’s the floor a kick to the face ensures he doesn’t get up anytime soon. I can see Rachel annihilating anyone who’s stupid enough to get within 10 feet of her or her sister but I quickly turn to fight my way to Sam.

As I spin I groan… “UUUGGGHHH……” A 200lbs freak slams a knee into my stomach! As I double over his solid knee I grip behind his knees and yank! Brining his back smashing down onto the concrete. “AAAGGHHH!!!! You facking cxnt!!!” he shrieks, that shrill cockney accent cutting through the roars of the crowd. As soon as I slam my boot down onto his balls his shrieks soon reduce into mindless whimpers and cries.

I’m getting closer to Sam now… oh my god…. It’s brutal… she’s laying motionless on the floor as countless beet stomp and kick her, punches, bottles, chairs… whatever the hate filled crowd can get their hands on are used to bludgeon her. She’s clearly unconscious now but they don’t care. I think that image will be burned into my soul for the rest of my life…

Suddenly smoke wafts over head, people start coughing and gasping… the police have descended now, looking to quash the rioters. I can see people once full of rage and fury suddenly turn into what they really are, cowards and opportunist cxnts… they spread and panic, the low visibility dividing them and ultimately conquering them.

I can hardly see 5 feet in front of me now but I have to get to Sam… That’s when she steps in front of me…..

The hoodie that‘s cut off just below the breasts revealing a toned mid section, That hoodie’s so similar to my own… the sleeves rolled up revealing heavily tattooed arms… the died sliver hair…. My heart stops as I realise the girl who just blocked my path is the same girl who attacked Hood… Then I see it… amongst the many tattoo’s there’s a little tattoo of a butterfly on her navel… I remember so vividly now, laying next to her on my sofa, my fingers running and teasing along the wings as I teased her about it…

“Oh….. Oh my god…. Ty…….. Tyler?” I gasp

“Hello Gemma babes…” she grins and my jaw drops open. That light south Wales accent… it… it really is her……. “I’m amazed you remember me! After you fucking deserted me you blood sucking whore…..” she hisses, a rage filling her

“OOOOOMMMMPPPPFFFFFF!!!!!!!” I gasp! Her fist slamming into my abs with horrendous force! I can’t help but double over, as I do I see the Words ‘HATE’ tattooed on her fist… with a scoop she lifts me and turns me upside down in an inverted bear hug, her grip tight and punishing my back as I dangle upside down…

“FUUUUUUUUCK!” I scream “oh honey…” she replies “oh fuck is right… I’m going to end you Gemma… you’re a dead girl…… tonight?…. Tonight is only the beginning….”

With that she drops. Executing a vicious tombstone piledriver and slamming the top of my head down hard into the concrete. My neck jars with a sick crack and my limp body falls to the door as Wembley destroys itself around me…

x G x


Thank you for everyone who read and enjoyed! And as always all feedback is welcomed, in fact! It’s encouraged!!! Tell me what you liked! Tell me what you didn’t!!! I’m always looking to improve and an honest review is the best tool for that!

Also, if you’d like to know more about the mysterious Tyler then please read HowardCosell’s amazing The Search for Gemma Rox! Enjoy!!!

[archrulz80]

Great, Great and one more time GREAT story. Nice work.

[Wrestlerjunkee]

Amazing!!

[howardcosell]

Gemma, I'm so thankful that wetook this ride together. Your work is truly outstanding and this story exceeded all expectations. You balanced everything so well and I thank you not only for doing it, but for being my friend.

[the_duke]

This is such a consuming story I had to read it twice straight off...How can so much violence be hidden in such a cute little package
Gemma you really are a Gem....can i take Samantha on and reap revenge on your behalf
I was actually so sad  that you took such a beating I had to keep reminding myself it was fiction
Keep up the good work
Duke

[Marie B.]

Tell me what you liked!

I like the way you turn out one classic story after another. The fighting action is tops and you always tease the possibilities for more encounters in the future.

Tell me what you didn’t!!!

I don't like you pretending you can actually fight, Gems. In fact, I can't even count the number of times I've stomped your ass!

And you're too short, anyway !!!



Seriously, it was a wonderful story, Gemma. Look forward to more.



Marie