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M: "AUUGHHHH!!!!" ~ My eyes are shut in pain ,, you're attacking from both ends ,, and while your claws leave my back arching ,, your knee sends me reeling back ,, clutching my sore breast in pain ,, the eight rakes on my back very visibly red in contrast to my creamy skin ,, and causing few gasps from the onlookers ~ "You catty BITCH!" ~ I cry in pain taking two steps back,, and I know that you will pounce at me ,, so I pull my left leg back ,, shutting my eyes ,, I kick straight forwards ,, at where I ~EXPECT~ you to lunge ,, blinded by the pain ,, and trying to angle my foot towards where your hypothetical tummy will be ,, and only after I unleash it ,, I realize how fucked I am if you do not follow up as quickly as I've expected! ~yt
Rebecca: I hear the satisfying shouts of pain and agony from you as my nails tear into your back and my thigh smacks into your right tit as I swing up at your body. You stumble back, staggering in pain as you gasp in agony from my retaliation, as I lean against the corner post you planted me into, my back still throbbing from the impact. I hear your word, and I snarl back at you "What, too rough for a delicate little flower like yourself, cxnt?" I ask. I push out of my corner, lunging at you. My right arm draws back across my body as I pounce forward, eyes blazing.... mtc
Rebecca: I intend to swing it in a backhanded blow at your pouty, if bleeding lips, to show you just how much of a bitch I really am capable of being, but I lunge so aggressively, and am so focused on HURTING you, that I can't react quickly enough when you raise your foot, and before I can get quite close enough to backhand a blonde whore who really deserves it, I impale myself on your foot, slamming my abs into it. The force of my own charge doubles me up, and I cough, gasping as I crash to my knees. I wince, furious at both you for being a worthless whore and me for falling for that shit. I suck in a breath, wincing....
Rebecca: yt
M: The pain in my back dissipates fast ,, from the high~strung shrieking type to a residue of a burn that remains ,, just like someone pressing the hot ends of freshly put~out matches on my skin and dragging them along the flesh. I can't see the damage,, but it starts to quickly pale compared to my poor left boob and even the knee to my gut. But I guess I know you too well,, and you practically impale yourself on my leg ,, gasping in pain and dropping to your knees. ~mtc
M: I pause for a moment ,, just to catch my balance ,, and I almost fall ,, if not for a quick tug on the top rope with my left hand. Steadying myself. My eyes filled with tears ~ ~ ~ "Too rough?? ~ Oh no,, nothing you can do is too rough for me ,, you whiney little skank!!" ~ And pushing my body to you,, I can see you wincing on your knees. There are so many things I want to do,, and can do now ,, but my desire for revenge overtakes my better judgement. I slide my body behind you ,, my arms dipping down ,, palms facing you ,, fingers curled ,, I push the ends of my nails into the undersides of your pesky and perky boobies and rake ~UP~ giving you ~TEN~ for the ~EIGHT~ lines you left on my back. ~yt
Rebecca: AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! I scream in pain as you slip behind me, digging your fingernails into my smaller but still perky and firm breasts. I scream as you dig in, clawing. I can feel all eyes on my bare chest as your fingernails greedily work me over, and now it is my turn for tears to fill my eyes. I gasp, trying to pull free, but doing so just digs your nails in more deeply, as I kneel before you. I can taste the salt of the tears as they run down my cheek, mixing with the sweat before hitting my lips. I moan in agony... mtc
Rebecca: My hands come up, groping at your wrists... I try prying them away, but you've got leverage as you stand behind me. I do little more than lessen the pressure, and even that is barely noticeable as your surprisingly sharp nails leave red marks across my tits. What did you do, have a pedicure right before we got on the bus?? I hiss in pain, mind desperately thrashing around for an option. I curl my toes against the canvas, and shift my feet... working them against the ring floor, then with a grunt I straighten my legs, trying to plow my body back into yours to drive you back towards the ring corner you just slammed me into as I thrust my feet against the canvas, legs pumping as I try to suddenly straighten up, my left shoulder shooting up towards your jaw as I blindly angle myself in that general direction!
Rebecca: yt
M: My back is bleeding ,, that much I can tell now ,, from the tiny crimson dots on the canvas from where I was standing moments ago. It's hard to tell though in between the flow of sweat rolling down my skin. But I do my best to pay you back,, across some much more vulnerable targets. But the angle I'm standing with,, and the softness of your boobies do not allow me to dig my nails as much as you did into my much firmer back. You intercept my wrists too,, and I react by turning my scratching move into a claw ,, pushing my nails in to hurt you. ~ "You fucking started it bitch,, and now I bet you regret you've used those filthy paws." ~ I purr sadistically at you. ~mtc
M: But you suddenly thrust your body up ,, like a rising torpedo ,, and you slam your back into my chest ,, causing pain to burst through my right boobie in specific ,, and I cry out ,, stumbling into the corner post ,, pinned by your body. My wrists gripped by you ,, and as I slump down ,, your body slides up ,, gliding across my own ,, lubricated by our sweat and your shoulder hammers into my chin ,, knocking my head back up ,, and making me CRY in pain feeling my teeth clacking together ,, seeing stars. ~yt
Rebecca: I feel your body against mine as I throw myself back into you, and the ring post shaking under the impact of our bodies. I feel your claws soften as the impact of my crash jolts your bodies, finally allowing me to jerk your wrists to free my chest, though my heaving breasts are still left with plenty of red marks and drops of blood from your vicious clawing a moment ago. I gasp for air, leaning into you for a moment as we hang in the corner, before tossing your wrists aside as I release them and straightening up... standing fully on my feet instead of leaning into you. mtc
Rebecca: I spin to face you. We stand toe to toe in the corner, your back to it, both of us gasping and in pain, sweat soaked and scratched, bruised and bleeding. Your eyes appear dazed from that shot to your jaw, and I try to make the most of it. As you hang there, I bring my right knee up again, trying to hammer your belly to double you up... but instead of just wanting to abuse your stomach, I hope to bend you forward so that I can wrap my arm around your neck as you bend to the side of me, trying to lock you in a front facing headlock...
Rebecca: yt
M: My jaw hurts ,, it's obvious not as powerful as a blow if you had delivered a fisted uppercut ,, but it still was strong enough to be more potent than one with your gloved hand in the first round. ~ ~ ~ And I get that dizzy sensation of seeing spots of light swinging and floating around ,, then the pressure on my chest goes away ,, and I start to slink down. The only thing stopping me from crashing straight down is my back and butt against the turnbuckle. ~mtc
M: You fold me forwards into a chokehold that I was certainly ~not~ prepared to receive. The knee have knocked most of the air out of my lungs ,, I have nothing in ,, starting to gag and cough ,, saliva dribbling down from my lips ,, mixed with the blood running from my busted lips. You pull us away from the corner,, enough to hammer your fist into my spine ,, and only a couple blows in and I crash to my knees ,, gasping in pain. My hands moving down ,, clutching your thighs ,, desperate for a way out ,, but your muscles feel like steel cords ,, and way too big for my hands to grab and weaken. ~mtc
M: I try to just slump down ,, but you switch to a guillotine ,, grabbing your wrist and you literally pull me up by the neck ,, strangling me. ~ ~ ~ My eyes flutter ,, and I start to slap at your thighs ,, tap~tap~tap~tap ,, no words coming from my throat. Some girl in the audience suddenly yelling ~ "SHE IS TAPPING !! STOP IT!!" ~ But you don't seem to care ,, Jeremiah getting up to his feet and yelling ~ "REBECCA!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" ~mtc
M: But you just hold it ,, even as five of our colleagues rush to the ring ,, and by the time they grab your arms to pull them ,, which takes THREE of them to break ,, my body slumps down and I plant face first ,, unconscious into the floor. My face buried in a little pool of saliva. ~ One of the guys kneels and checks on me,, and they sigh in relief that I'm still breathing !! ~mtc
M: Jeremiah stands there ,, shocked ,, his fingers running through his hair. Here's his grand idea,, 2nd fight in ,, and it ended in fucking disaster. The Marketing team seems to be on fire though,, rushing to you ,, patting you on the back ,, handing you your bra and sweat pants. And thank God I'm too passed out to observe the festivities. ~ ~ Ten minutes later ,, and with the help of some ammonia ,, I wake up ,, my back rested against the corner post ,, not remembering where I was. ~mtc
M: The bruises ,, scratches ,, killer headache bringing what happened in glimpses ,, my head turns ,, looking at Lucy ,, the redhead I "saved" from your clutches ,, and I ask her where is everybody ,, and she tells me that Jeremiah ordered everyone back to the bus ,, and that they took back off to the office. She then hesitates then adds ~ "Jeremiah also said,, that . . . while he appreciates your services ,, he thinks it's going to be best for everyone ,, that your services are terminated."
M:~ ~ The End ~ ~
