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A place for SPA Universe stories not in the main storyline. Any authors who want to write a standalone story feel free to contact me. We can work together to discuss ideas, characters, outcomes, etc. I'm totally open to suggestions so feel free to send me a message!
Only major rule is we have to make sure it doesn't interfere with the main timeline. But those can be worked out with some simple back and forth. So please send me a message and let me know if you want to write a story!
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Charlotte Brooks vs Amanda Jax I
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Starring:
Alexandra Daddario as Amanda Jax aka Agent Blue
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Lauren Cohan as Charlotte Brooks
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Featuring Jessica Biel as Agent Green
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“The target is isolated in her office; why can’t I engage?” asked Amanda.
“Charlotte is way more dangerous than she seems,” said Agent Green. “Just give me a couple hours and we’ll take her in together.”
“Who knows where she’ll be in a couple hours?” replied Amanda. “She moves. Last time I took my eyes off of her I lost her for a week. I’m tired of the training wheels. Give me the green light.”
“A pun? ” laughed Agent Green.
“Maybe,” said Amanda with a smirk.
“Ugh, a girl after my own heart…” said Green. “Fine. Just be careful. I trust you, but she’s good. And watch her left hook! I’ll be there in a few hours to help with the paper work once you bag her. Agent Green out.”
“Agent Blue out,” said Amanda.
She smirked and latched her cable to the top railing. There Amanda Jax stood on the roof of SunTrust Plaza in Atlanta. The night was cold and clear. She took a deep breath, prepared for her first ever solo mission. As she leapt off the top of the building she didn’t even feel the exhilaration she felt the first time she bungie jumped during training. Instead she only felt a calm come over her.
The cable retracted and her body bounced back up. She waited until she steadied and swung over to the window. Pulling out a small razor she carved out a hole in the glass and pressed it forward. Carefully controlling every muscle in her body, the SPA agent delicately pushed the glass in and entered the office building. She unhooked the cable from her belt and made her way towards the office she knew Charlotte Brooks was in.
Charlotte sat at her desk, on the phone closing a multi-million-dollar deal. Was it legal? Well no, but nobody had to know that aspect. All of a sudden her office door opened.
“Let me call you back, honey,” said Charlotte before hanging up the phone. “Well well well, let me guess… SPA?”
“That’s right,” said Amanda. “And you’re going in, Miss Brooks. So it would be easier for both of us if you didn’t resist.”
“Look at you, going all by the book. Ain’t that sweet? Naw, honey-pie. I’m definitely going to resist. And when I’m through tearin’ apart that body underneath that oh-so-revealing black catsuit, you’re gonna wish you never came in here. I mean, didn’t anyone tell ya I’m a 2 agent kinda gal?”
Then Charlotte stood. Amanda could feel her heart drop. She knew they were close in size, but she wasn’t expecting them to be that close. Amanda took the edge of her black pencil skirt and gave it a horizontal rip. She kicked off her heels. Then she began to roll up her sleeves.
“Since I assume you’re a newbie because…” said Charlotte. “Well let’s face it you look like a newbie. I’ll give ya one last chance to back out.”
Amanda stood her ground. She unbuckled her belt and let it slide down her deep black catsuit and kicked it to the side. She unzipped her boots and tossed them over by the belt.
“In your office or out there? Where do you want to get beat down?” asked Amanda.
“Oh I have so many nice souvenirs in my office,” said Charlotte. “Let’s take it to the cubicles.”
Amanda left the office first and walked to the middle of the floor. The carpeting was grey and the glass cubicles were floor-to-ceiling. It felt cold and empty, as if nobody was actually doing work there. Amanda realized it must be one of Charlotte’s many shell companies. She wouldn’t have been shocked to hear she had maybe one or two employees in this entire place.
It was dimly lit, but Charlotte’s white blouse gave Amanda a decent reference. She figured she had to have the advantage with her catsuit. The two women stood toe-to-toe for a moment.
“Ya know…” started Charlotte. “I normally would have tackled ya in the back. But what with ya bein’ a newbie and all… well I figured you deserve half a shot.”
“That would have been the smartest thing you’ve done all night,” said Amanda.
Amanda sunk into her fighting stance. Knees bent, elbows at a sharp angle, and her hands open. Charlotte give a chuckle and leaned back a bit into a relaxed boxing pose.
A beat.
Then Amanda struck first. She came in with her left hand, swiping at Charlotte’s face. The southern criminal mastermind shifted her head to the side and Amanda’s hand hit only air. Charlotte shot her left fist forward and it landed square to Amanda’s nose. The SPA agent was taken aback. Charlotte smirked.
The two women exchanged strikes with Charlotte getting the better of the blue-eyed beauty. Amanda stumbled back against one of the glass cubicles. Charlotte’s right hand came flying toward her. Amanda flew her body out the way and her opponent’s fist cracked the glass. On the floor, Amanda rolled over to avoid an incoming foot. She then launched herself back up onto her feet in one fluid motion.
Charlotte looked half impressed. She then threw a massive left hook that Amanda was just barely able to block. Amanda stumbled to her side and Charlotte followed up with a right. Then a left. Then a right. Then a left. Agent Blue kept her guard up as best she could, but Charlotte was absolutely rocking her.
Charlotte kept her rookie foe on her heels. Beating her all around the office, but unable to break through her stone-wall defense, Charlotte decided to try to change up her tactics. She lowered her shoulder and tried to tackle the agent to the floor. Amanda was able to spin out of the way, however and Charlotte when crashing through a cubicle.
Sure that there would be no recovering from that, Amanda took a step back and surveyed the situation. Charlotte moved, but her head hung down. She looked like she just got hit by a train and glass shredded her blouse. Amanda, who had taken off her boots, decided to go wait to see if Charlotte would get up.
“It’s done Charlotte…” said Amanda. “You can’t keep going after that.”
The rough and tumble Georgia girl looked back at Amanda. Her face had largely avoided any major damage. She stood and began to walk across the glass towards Amanda.
“Oh, but I can,” said Charlotte. “You think a lil glass is gon’ stop me from whoopin’ ya?”
Charlotte charged. Amanda’s reflexes took over. They crashed into one another, but Charlotte won the momentum battle. She carried Amanda all the way down the hall into a massive door. Charlotte stepped back and let Amanda fall to the floor. Charlotte turned the doorknob and revealed a boardroom with a massive table dead center. She took Amanda by the hair and dragged her into the room.
What Charlotte didn’t expect was a punch to the back of her knee. It was enough to drop her down and release Amanda’s hair. Amanda leapt onto her opponent’s back. As she fell back, Charlotte twisted her hips so they could be face-to-face. The two women gnarled their teeth at each other as their hands slipped into one another’s hair. What started as a gentlewomanly fight had resorted into a full-on catfight.
Initially Amanda thought she could just simply pin Charlotte with her superior strength and be done with it. Her mistake was assuming she had the superior strength. It turned out she did not. Charlotte did. And while it was only slight, the advantage was noticeable enough that after only a few rolls back and forth and two bucks Charlotte settled on top of the SPA agent.
Charlotte’s hands intertwined with Amanda’s. She pinned them to the boardroom carpet. She pushed them high above her head. Her legs straddled Amana’s hips. Amanda tried another thrust, but Charlotte stayed firm on top of her. She became a rock. A massively dense rock that Amanda could not possibly move. Despite her training. Despite her physical strength. Amanda had somehow become exhausted. Charlotte’s smile went wide across her face. She ran her tongue on the inside of her bottom lip.
“Darlin’ you look absolutely delicious down there,” said Charlotte.
Amanda’s big blue eyes looked up at her opponent. They expressed a singular emotion: fear.
“Now if you think those water works are gonna’ stop me you might need to start workin’ em more,” said Charlotte.
“Fuck you,” said Amanda through gritted teeth. Her eyes began to well up with tears. Her body shook.
Charlotte laid her body flat across Amanda’s and then began sliding it up. Her chest began to to creep up towards Amanda’s face. The SPA agent knew what was about to happen. She was absolutely powerless to stop it.
The breast smother lasted just long enough that Amanda didn’t pass out but that her power had been completely zapped. Charlotte had clearly used this move on a number of opponents and knew the nuances of how long a girl could last under her chest. It clicked in that moment to Amanda that she hadn’t been unlucky. She had been outfought, outwitted, and outmaneuvered in every way possible.
There was no resistance that came from the SPA agent as the villain hoisted her up off of the floor. With her arms wrapped tightly around Amanda’s body, Charlotte squeezed her like a tube of toothpaste. Amanda let out a shriek for exactly thirty seconds and then her body went limp. Her head fell back along with her shoulders. Her lifeless legs dropped down. The tip of her toes just barely grazed the carpet floor.
The victor bent her knees and re-adjusted her victim so that she was slung over a shoulder. She took a nice firm grasp of Amanda’s ass.
“Oh yeah, we’re going to have some fun together…” laughed Charlotte.
An hour-and-a-half later Agent Green found a stripped and unconscious Amanda spread out across Charlotte’s desk.
“Oh Agent Blue,” said Green. “What did she do to you…?”
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Ambush at O’Malley’s Pt. I
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Starring:
Alexandra Daddario as Amanda Jaxx/Agent Blue
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Alison Brie as Agent Red
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Kat Dennings as Victoria Platt aka Sweetheart
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Ashley Graham as Gertrude Jones aka The Champ
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Agent Red got a strange feeling after he most recent phone call with Victoria Platt. Platt had been informing on a rival gang for the last year and a half. However, after the most recent arrests were made Victoria’s people moved in. They swallowed up the territory seemingly overnight. Since then Victoria’s words came dipped in honey. Agent Red instantly assumed she was being played.
Knowing just how dangerously deceiving Victoria could be, Agent Red requested her SPA rival Agent Blue to come along with her. It would be Blue’s first time meeting Victoria. Red attempted to give her colleague an adequate overview of Platt’s ability to sweet talk.
“And I assume that’s why they call her Sweetheart,” said Agent Blue, sarcastically.
“You know,” started Agent Red. “The only reason I asked you along is because I really don’t care about you falling into a trap. You could be the bait for all I care.”
The rest of the ride to Chicago was traveled in silence.
Agent Red pulled their car up to O’Malley’s Irish Pub. A small joint on the North Side of Chicago, Agent Red had only ever known it as Victoria’s base of operations. The plan was to pop in, sus out the situation, and see if Victoria would try anything with two SPA agents present. Agent Red entered first, head to toe in casual gear. A plain black sweater paired with a pair of jeans. Agent Blue also opted for a sweater, although one that looked a tad cozier and colorful, as well as a pair of jeans.
The entered the pub and behind the bar was a massive mountain of a woman. In the front was Victoria Platt herself. Bent over a stack of papers and scribbling away with her pencil, she looked towards the door.
“We’re not op-” she started before noticing her SPA contact. “Oh Agent Red, how nice of you to drop in. And you’ve brought a friend.”
Victoria took her glasses off and placed them on the bar. She extended her hand to Agent Blue and shook it.
“Firm grip,” she said with a smirk.
“Agent Blue,” said Blue.
“Victoria,” said Red. “We were just in the neighborhood and thought we’d drop in. Make sure things are alright.”
?“Oh so you just happened to be in Chicago with another agent,” said Victoria. “Why do I find that so incredibly hard to believe?”
“Maybe because it’s bullshit,” said the woman behind the bar.
The SPA agents looked at her. Only one of them recognized her. It was Gertrude Jones, aka The Champ, clear as day. Agent Blue would recognize her anywhere.
“New bodyguard?” asked Agent Red.
“That’s right,” said Victoria. “I figured I’m gonna need it. What with two sexy SPA agents just happening to roll by unannounced. Some security is appreciated.”
“I know this one,” said Agent Blue, tensing up a bit. “You used to do prize fighting in France. How’d the incarceration go?”
Gertrude snapped her fingers, “Just like that. I have Victoria to thank for that. You see instead of leaving me tied up for the cops to find me, Victoria saw potential in me. She’s been helping me hone some of my natural skills…”
The Champ walked around the bar and pointed a finger into Agent Blue’s chest, “Just for you.”
“Now now Champ,” said Victoria. “Let’s not start anything until they hear what we have to say.”
Gertrude let out a soft growl before turning to walk towards the door. Victoria cleared her throat and sat up on her stool.
“Agent Red, Blue,” started Victoria. “We’ve had a very productive relationship these past few years. Sure they were on-again-off-again, but you know a girl like me is hard to pin down. Well, I’m afraid it’s time to call it off again, my friends. You see after helping to clear out that most recent gang I realized I have more manpower and cash than I know what to do with. More than enough to protect me from SPA. So, Agent Red, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave my bar.”
Agent Red straightened up. Agent Blue kept her eyes on Gertrude.
“Victoria,” said Agent Red. “You know if you’re dissolving our partnership I have to bring you in.”
“I know you have to try…” said Victoria.
*click*
The door to the bar had locked. Right away the two SPA agents knew what was going to happen. Victoria leapt off of her stool towards Agent Red. Agent Red slid into her fighting stance. Gertrude charged Agent Blue. Agent Blue made a beeline for Gertrude.
It was on.
Agent Blue had known The Champ to be a woman of raw, unrefined power. To her surprise though, she showed a quickness she didn’t have before. As Gertrude charged the SPA agent Blue tried her signature spin out of the way. However, Gertrude readjusted mid-trajectory and was able to wrap her arms around the agent’s hips. Blue found her feet promptly leaving the floor as Gertrude carried her all the way through the open doorway at the back of the bar into the back office. Gertrude tossed Agent Blue down onto the floor before turning and closing the door behind her.
“I don’t think your little friend wants to see what I’m going to do to you,” said The Champ.
Agent Blue got to her feet and reset into her fighting stance.
“Please,” said Agent Blue. “What makes you think it’ll be any different than last time?”
“Oh I had barely scratched the surface of my potential when we fought last time,” said Gertrude. “No finesse. No change of direction. No strategy. No proper training. That’s changed. Victoria has been training me. Every single day. And I’m miles better than I was last time.”
“Well, you might have a few new moves,” said Blue. “Unfortunately for you I’m the best at what I do.”
“Let’s see it then…”
The two women met in the center of the office. Agent Blue had a distinct speed and technique advantage. She was able to fire off two quick fists into The Champ’s left side before ducking a haymaker. The agent then followed up with a right straight to the larger woman’s chin. Gertrude swung back, but Agent Blue simply leaned backwards as her foe completely whiffed. Agent Blue stepped in, threw a few more jabs, then spun around for her signature round-house.
What Agent Blue didn’t expect was for Gertrude to easily eat the punches and react quick enough to see the leg coming. She snatched Agent Blue’s ankle in mid-air. Holding it there for just a moment to allow Agent Blue process what had just happened, Gertrude brought her left fist back and fired it square into an unprotected stomach. The Champ could tell by the look on her opponent’s face… that one hurt.
The Champ dropped the leg and re-positioned her boxing stance. She swung a right hook that nailed Agent Blue square on the cheek. Then a left hook that knocked her back the other way. The Champ finally was going to get her proper rematch.
Agent Blue tried to keep up, but Gertrude’s training had made her absolutely lethal to deal with. Within five minutes the greatest secret agent in the world was folded over Gertrude’s right fist as she swung an uppercut into her midsection. Agent Blue dropped to her knees and cradled her stomach. The last time they fought The Champ had been duped and lulled into a false sense of security that she had won the fight. This time there was no trap. There was no tactical advantage to Agent Blue losing this contest. She was just straight up losing it.
Both girls knew what had to happen for one another to win. Victoria had to get this fight to the ground pronto. Agent Red had to stay on her feet. That would dictate the outcome of their fight, as it had decided the outcome of all of their fights.
Victoria came out a little too eager. She overplayed her tackle attempt. Agent Red’s agility allowed her to not only let her watch Victoria fly by her, but it also allowed her to get a snap kick off to the side of her opponent’s ribs. The Sweetheart mafia boss let out a small squeal of pain before turning to face her longtime rival. They dropped into their fighting stances. Agent Red’s refined and deliberate. Victoria’s looser with more of a boxer look. The two women stepped forward and began to trade blows.
To nobody’s surprise Agent Red took the lead. Make no mistake, Victoria took pride in her striking ability. It was just nowhere near the technical level of Agent Red’s. There were no barbs traded between the striking contest. It took every ounce of Victoria’s focus to tread water in the early goings of the fight. She could only hope to block half of the agent’s blows. Meanwhile she would be lucky to land a quarter of her own. She had to make them count.
Agent Red on the other hand knew she was at a power disadvantage. She knew that Victoria had the ability to knock her down with a single blow. So, she kept her distance. A part of her wondered if she could play defense long enough for Agent Blue to come out and help her mop up Victoria. She decided to keep an ear out for the fight in the back.
On and on the fighting went. Agent Red inching closer and closer towards victory. Victoria eating blows, but not yet wavering. Agent Red knew at this rate it would take an hour for her to finish off Victoria. She also assumed by the look at Agent Blue’s opponent that that fight wouldn’t last an hour one way or another.
The SPA agent heard blows being traded in the other room. Massive blows. The type of blows that you can hear the air gushing out of the other woman’s lungs. Then she heard familiar grunts. She heard the grunts of Agent Blue. Red knew she couldn’t hold off both Victoria and the massive mountain of a woman in the other room. She had to take a risk.
Agent Red got Victoria to the wall, landing expert strikes to keep her on her heels the entire way. Then, she got in close, trying to grab Victoria by the wrist and flip her around onto her ass. Victoria though was looking for just this opportunity.
As Agent Red’s guard dropped, Victoria swung a left-hook that cocked her opponent clean on the chin. The agent dropped to her ass. Victoria smirked. She dropped down with her. Agent Red had never won a fight against Victoria that had went to the ground. As Agent Red tried to get back to her feet, she was met with Victoria’s ass landing square on her abs. Then the mob boss extended her right foot and used it to pin Red’s left wrist down to the floor. She blocked Red’s right hand and countered with a right hand square to Red’s face.
The smaller girl’s head dropped back. Victoria’s smile widened.
An array of bumps and bangs had escaped in a muffled tone behind the office doors. All of them were from Agent Blue’s body banging off of the walls. She panted and pulled her hair out of her face as Gertrude walked towards her. Agent Blue brought her hands up, but not before The Champ landed a beauty of a right cross that snapped her opponent’s head backwards. Punched clean off of her feet, Agent Blue toppled over the desk and flopped onto the floor. She began to push her way up to her feet, but Gertrude decided to improvise. She took the desk and pushed it towards Agent Blue. It slammed into the agent’s stomach and pinned her to the wall.
Agent Blue cried out in agony as she felt as if her body was being sawed in two. Gertrude stopped pushing and the SPA agent simply fell face-first onto the desk. Using one hand to push the desk out of the way, Gertrude caught her opponent before she could fully fall to the floor. Grabbing her by the cheek, Gertrude pinned Agent Blue to the wall herself. Then she brought back her right fist and buried it into the woman’s taught stomach.
“You sure can take one hell of a beating,” said The Champ.
The SPA agent wasn’t quite finished yet. She managed to somehow bring her legs up around Gertrude’s hips. Using excellent body control, Agent Blue was able to knock Gertrude’s hand away and rein punches down on her opponent’s face. Keeping her legs around Gertrude’s waist, the bigger woman essentially carried the agent around the room as she ate punch after punch.
Agent Blue could feel the tide turning. She arched herself backwards and used the momentum to lift Gertrude off of her feet. The Champ flew through the air and landed hard into the wall. Meanwhile, Agent Blue stuck her hands on the floor and did a flip to land cleanly on her feet. She turned to see a staggering Gertrude using the wall to try to stand. Agent Blue rushed her. She banged her shoulder into the bigger woman’s side. Gertrude’s hips flew open and her shoulders were now up against the wall.
An absolute furious flurry of blows came at The Champ. It was a speed and ferocity she had never experienced before. She couldn’t even get her hands up to defend herself. Agent Blue’s fists marked her up and down. Left-right combos to the midsection. Left-right combos to the face. Agent Blue brutalized her.
Eventually the blows came to a stop. Agent Blue thought for sure her foe would drop down to her ass. But when she didn’t she simply shrugged. She brought her right fist back and then forward. Before it could reach its target however a big, meaty hand wrapped around it. Agent Blue tried to throw a left. Gertrude caught that one too.
The Champ smirked, “That’s it huh?”
Agent Blue felt her knuckles get crushed in her opponent’s palms. Then she felt her wrists begin to bend backwards at a sharp and sudden angle. The Spa Agent screamed out in agony until Gertrude snapped her head forward and crashed it against the agent’s. Agent Blue’s screaming stopped. Her eyes spun around. She dropped to her knees. Gertrude snapped her head forward again, connecting another brutal head-butt. The agent’s arms stopped struggling. Gertrude easily brought her opponent to her feet.
“Now for the fun,” said Gertrude.
She released the hands, which fell helplessly to the agent’s sides anyway. Then, The Champ wrapped her arms around Agent Blue’s. Arms pinned to the side and spine quickly bending without resistance, Agent Blue screamed at the top of her lungs.
Victoria’s legs clamped around Agent Red’s torso. Both women knew as soon as those ankles locked that the fight was over. There was no escape for Agent Red. Nothing she could do could stop her from getting squeezed out now. The only hope Red had was for her partner to turn things around in the other room and save her.
What happened for the next few minutes was a game of willpower. Victoria’s thighs drained Agent Red of any fight. But they did so slowly. Agent Red regulated her breathing. Victoria had expertly trapped Red’s arms in the scissors hold. Those were useless. While Red’s legs were free they couldn’t do a thing down there.
A sleeper hold was soon applied. Victoria’s forearm began to cut off Red’s respiratory capabilities. Her face turned a shade of pink. Then a dark crimson. The fight was about to be finished and soon Victoria would leave Red knocked out as she joined her partner to double team Blue.
And then a scream came. A scream that Agent Red unfortunately recognized too well. She closed her eyes.
“Dammit,” she muttered out.
“So it’s yours then,” said a smirking Victoria. “I thought so but I wasn’t sure. What do you think she has her in? Scissor hold? Back Breaker? Hmmm… no no, those grunts in the beginning and tail end of the screams. I know what that is. Well, why don’t we join the party?”
Victoria let her incapacitated opponent go, but quickly worked them both to their feet. Pinning Agent Red’s arms to her sides, Victoria hoisted the SPA agent off of her feet and into a bear-hug. Agent Red could feel her opponent’s massive chest crushing her own. She let out wails of pain as well as she felt herself constricted between Victoria’s muscles.
“Gertrude honey, that doesn’t sound like you in there!” yelled Victoria over Agent Red’s screams.
Coming out of the office door was Gertrude with her opponent in a bear-hug as well.
“I see we had the same idea,” said The Champ.
“Let’s see who can make their play thing squeal louder, shall we?” asked Victoria.
Victoria went first. Agent Red shrieked as her spine bent. Then it was Gertrude’s turn. She folded Agent Blue’s back over her forearms. Agent Blue screeched.
“Inconclusive,” said Victoria.
“Again?” asked Gertrude.
Victoria gave it another go. Agent Red reached an entirely new pitch. Then The Champ went. Agent Blue’s screams pierced their ears.
“Oooh, looks like we have a winner,” said Victoria. “Now, if you’re with me Gertrude, honey. I think there’s only one way to finish these not so special agents. If you’ll follow my lead…”
Victoria released her bear-hug and let the hapless Agent Red drop to the floor a sobbing mess. Victoria lifted her top over her head and tossed it to the side. With her massive milky white breasts barely contained by their black bra, Victoria lied down flat on top of her agent’s body. She then cradled her foe’s head and brought her face in to meet the massive chest dangling overhead. Agent Red gave soft and muffled groans of resistance.
Gertrude followed suit. She watched the once proud Agent Blue drop to the floor like a sack of flour. Mirroring Victoria, The Champ removed her own top. She laid her body flat atop her own agent’s frame. Then she cradled Agent Blue’s head. Soon the Agent’s face was stuffed between two massive, tan orbs.
The two villains giggled as they shifted their chests back and forth over their beaten foes’ faces. It didn’t take long for the two agents to lose consciousness.
“Downstairs?” said Gertrude as she slung both women over her shoulders.
“Yes my dear,” said Victoria. “And separate cells of course.”
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Already 5 threads for this stuff and 2-3 of them aren't even stories, just lists of characters. I'm looking forward to when it disappears.
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Already 5 threads for this stuff and 2-3 of them aren't even stories, just lists of characters. I'm looking forward to when it disappears.
Ugh I know, you have to scroll down slightly more than usual. What a tragic life you live. I'm praying things turn around 4 u <3
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Already 5 threads for this stuff and 2-3 of them aren't even stories, just lists of characters. I'm looking forward to when it disappears.
Stay strong, scrolling is a hard task i know, stay strong.
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Already 5 threads for this stuff and 2-3 of them aren't even stories, just lists of characters. I'm looking forward to when it disappears.
Here is a little secret. You don’t need to click on the thread. If topic doesn’t interest you keep scrolling.
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Already 5 threads for this stuff and 2-3 of them aren't even stories, just lists of characters. I'm looking forward to when it disappears.
Adding on to what everyone else has said...
Stop being so negative, dude. Half your posts are you dropping into threads and shitting up the place with your negativity. If you don't like something, just move on.
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Already 5 threads for this stuff and 2-3 of them aren't even stories, just lists of characters. I'm looking forward to when it disappears.
You must be fun at parties
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Meg just need to put this grammar nazi troll back under the bridge.
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second story is one of the hottest I've ever read. for real
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Bravo!
Your stories are beautiful and I do like the second one that is very exciting for me.
In fact, I love when good girls are beaten and especially in this way.
They are more skilled than their rivals, but physically weaker and to see them humiliated like this, bearhugged and breastsmothered, is so hot.
Please go on!
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Ambush at O'Malley's Pt. II
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Starring:
Alexandra Daddario as Amanda Jax/Agent Blue
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Alison Brie as Agent Red
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Kat Dennings as Victoria Platt aka Sweetheart
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Ashley Graham as Gertrude Jones aka The Champ
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The basement at O’Malley’s Irish Pub has a secret door. It’s hidden behind a poker table that is tilted on its side. One month had gone by since Gertrude Jones took two unconscious SPA agents down to the basement, rolled the table out of the way, and opened the door. She walked with one woman each slumped over her powerfully broad shoulders down a brightly lit hallway. Her boss, Victoria Platt, followed as she twirled a set of keys around her index finger. The boss pursed her full blood-red lips together and merrily whistled.
“Put yours in there,” said Victoria, gesturing to a cell.
Agent Blue’s body collapsed onto the concrete floor. Still sleeping, she didn’t hear the steel door shut and subsequently lock. The same happened to Agent Red, who Gertrude similarly unceremoniously dumped onto the cold concrete in the cell next door.
The fluorescent lights in the cell burned bright. So bright that when Agent Blue closed her eyes the light permeated through her eyelids. It made sleeping for the last four weeks a major challenge. She would be lucky to get a few hours six out of seven days of the week. The exception came on Tuesdays. Every Tuesday Gertrude would enter Agent Blue’s cell, lock the door behind her, unlock the handcuffs that had been administered, and put the keys in the corner of the room.
She’d then say, “You want out? Get out.”
Today was Tuesday. And Gertrude’s legs were crushing Agent Blue’s midsection. It was the fourth Tuesday in a row they had fought, if the fight in the back of the office was to be counted. And both women did. So far each fight had become less and less competitive than the last. Agent Blue marked this up to exhaustion as well as an interruption to her regular training schedule. However, she had to also admit that Gertrude’s skills had certainly improved. That was a terrifying thought. Whether she knew it or not, Gertrude had been using Agent Blue as her own personal whetstone to sharpen her skills. Agent Blue knew that the more they fought, the better the mighty champ became, and therefore a larger threat to the rest of the world.
Agent Blue wasn’t thinking all of that though as her body was trapped between two thick tree-trunk sized thighs. All she could think about in that moment was how overwhelmingly agonizing the hold was and how she had no way to stop it. Gertrude had hold of both of the agent’s hands. It was a new move for the underground champion, which showed she was learning. She was using a wider array of skills. Agent Blue felt the brunt of each one. Gertrude had also shown an ability to read Agent Blue’s breaking point. She could take the temperature of how close her opponent was to shutting down based on the tension in her muscles, the timbre of her voice, the pitch of her screams, and of course the way her face contorted.
Gertrude flexed her legs one last time and she saw the agent once again break. She released the leg scissors and straddled her once more defeated foe. She then said what she had said the last three times they fought.
“One of these days I’m going to kill you,” she said as she applied her breast smother to Agent Blue’s face. “I’m going to kill you using this hold. I’m going to keep it on your face until you suffocate and die. And you won’t know which one it will be, because you’ll already be passed out when I kill you. It could be right now. It could be next week. It could be years from now. The only way you will know whether or not you’re being killed is if you wake up in the next few hours or not.”
The SPA agent’s muffled cries ceased after a few more seconds of the hold. Her body went limp. Gertrude let her opponent’s head drop down as she released her completely. She fixed her top, rose to her feet, and then walked over to the corner of the room the keys sat. Picking them up, she used a file that had been attached to the key chain to carve into the wall. There she placed a single line next to a row of three other lines, marking her fourth victory on the wall of Agent Blue’s cell. A reminder of how many times the agent had been defeated by her bigger, stronger opponent.
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Agent Blue’s eyes cracked open as bright white light engulfed her entire vision. Every time she had woken up she thought for a split second she was seeing the bright white light of the afterlife. Instead it was simply her cell in the bottom of O’Malley’s. She rolled over onto her stomach and massaged her ribs, which she was sure had been badly bruised at some point over the past month. Without proper medical care she would face long term breathing problems. Though, if she never escaped her cell there would be nothing long term to worry about anyway.
She crawled her way over to the door. There was a small crack no higher than two inches between the floor and the bottom of the door. She placed her lips as close to the crack as she could.
“Red,” she whispered. “Are you there?”
There was a moment of silence.
“Yeah,” croaked Agent Red. “I’m here. I’ve been calling you for a while. I thought maybe they finally killed you.”
“No,” replied Blue. “But she could do it any day. I think she’s using me for practice though, honing her skills. It’ll be a problem for the rest of the world soon.”
“Well no use worrying about the rest of the world right now,” said Red. “We need to get out of here.”
“Is she still torturing you?”
“Yeah.”
“How long until you break?”
Agent Red gave it a few moments and thought deeply about the question. Finally, she answered, “Two more sessions and I think she’ll have me talking. Which means the next time they enter our cells we’ll have to make our move.”
“Not a lot of time to prepare,” said Agent Blue. “What do you have?”
“You need to get out of your cell,” said Red. “If you can get out, Victoria takes me down the hall into an interrogation chamber. She’s alone the entire way. You can jump her and free me.”
“That’s easier said than done. I haven’t exactly been kicking her ass lately.”
“Well you’ll have to,” said Red. “Do whatever it takes. Victoria doesn’t remove my handcuffs when she brings me out. I’ll have no chance against her one-on-one with my hands bound. You’re the only chance we have.”
“So all I have to do is beat the woman who has crushed me into a fine paste for the past month,” said Agent Blue with a sigh. “Great…”
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A week later the locks to Agent Blue’s cell cranked. The door opened. Agent Blue awoke from her exhausted stupor and began to rise to her feet. Gertrude could almost fill the entire frame of the room herself. She opted for an all-black look today. A dark corset over a long black t shirt with leather pants and boots, The Champ closed the door behind her. She made her way over to the waiting SPA agent and unlocked the handcuffs. Gertrude turned and dropped her keys in the same corner she always did.
“Ready to get crushed again little agent?” asked Gertrude.
The massive woman turned around just in time to see a sprinting Agent Blue barreling towards her. Gertrude covered herself up, but Agent Blue banged her shoulder into The Champ’s frame. Gertrude’s back banged into the wall. She kept her guard up as the SPA agent threw a series of blitzing combos. She howled in pain when Agent Blue found an uppercut to the ribs. She groaned when she whiffed on a counter-punch and got rocked with a knee to the abdomen. She caught a glimpse of Agent Blue’s eyes. They were intense, infuriated with a passion she hadn’t seen from the woman before. This wasn’t a composed secret agent she was fighting. Agent Blue had become a wild animal, a beast with no finesse or technique. She simply wanted to hit Gertrude as hard as she could as much as she could. And while she hit hard, she didn’t hit nearly as hard as a month ago.
The strikes kept coming, but in her fatigued state Blue’s blows slowed. Gertrude smirked as the blows became easier to block. She counter punched and rocked the agent with a right cross. Then a left uppercut into the ribs. Soon Agent Blue was forced back. Now it was Gertrude’s time to go on the attack.
With skill and precision, Gertrude’s fighting technique became composed. She was a controlled atom bomb, unloading when she wanted where she wanted. She hit her mark every single time, rocking Agent Blue up and down her body. The Champ focused on the ribs, feeling them poised to break with enough help. To the agent’s credit she stood standing all the way until she got put in the opposite corner of the room. Gertrude had picked Agent Blue’s defense apart and now she had her with nowhere to slip away.
A right-handed uppercut connected. Agent Blue dropped to her ass. Her head spinning, she looked up at Gertrude who put her hands on her hips. It became clear she no longer really saw Agent Blue as a threat. Any reverence or fear she once had of the agent had deteriorated after each beating. Tears filled Agent Blue’s eyes as she realized what would happen if she didn’t escape this room.
Agent Red would take one step closer to breaking under Victoria’s torture. She would give up her SPA secrets, making her no longer a valuable asset to keep around. If she was lucky, Victoria would ransom her back to SPA. It would most likely be easier to kill her, though.
The fate of Agent Blue’s was less certain. Would Victoria turn her attention to her knowledge? Would she be tortured in the same way? Or was this already her torture? Maybe that was it. Gertrude had never asked Agent Blue a single question about SPA. But maybe they were just waiting for her to crack. To give the information willingly. Agent Blue took a deep breath. She had to take a chance.
“Wait,” panted out Agent Blue. “I’ll give you information on SPA. You and your boss. Just please… you’ve shown you’re better than me. You’ve shown it time and time again. You win. I can’t take it anymore.”
“You’ll tell us everything?” said Gertrude.
“I will,” said Agent Blue. “Just please, no more.”
Gertrude leaned down. She took a handful of Agent Blue’s sweaty mop of hair.
“What’s your name?” asked Gertrude.
“My code name is Agent Blue,” said Blue. “But my real name is Amanda Jax. I don’t know Agent Red’s name. She doesn’t know mine either. That information is kept separate from us.”
“Amanda,” said Gertrude. “And you told me that before you told your little partner?”
“Yes,” said a shaking Amanda. “And I can tell you a lot more.”
Gertrude grabbed Amanda’s cheeks and squished them together with one hand. She brought the agent up to her feet and peeled her off of the wall. Walking them to the center of the room, The Champ grasped Amanda’s shoulders.
“I don’t care what you have to tell me,” said Gertrude. “I don’t care about your organization. I don’t care about your partner. I don’t care about what you did before you entered this room. You exist now for me. That’s all. You are my play thing. Your name is ‘Toy.’ Your name is not Agent Blue. It’s not Amanda Jax. It’s Toy.”
The Champ then brought back her right fist and cracked it down across Amanda’s jaw. The agent dropped to her knees. Gertrude bent down, and grabbed Amanda by her top and by the back belt loop of her jeans. She hoisted her new plaything overhead. Amanda’s arms and legs were limp and dangling towards the ground. Gertrude displayed her power and extend her arms straight until Amanda’s chest nearly touched the ceiling.
She dropped down to her knee. She brought Amanda in a sudden downward motion ribs-first into her extended knee. They both heard the snap of several ribs. Amanda’s scream filled the room. Gertrude simply soaked it in as she looked down at her completely broken foe. She thought about the first time they fought, how she had been tricked by the secret agent and left tied up for the police. She looked down at her now. It was a completely different woman.
Gertrude pushed Amanda onto her back. She straddled her. She applied her breast smother and delivered a familiar monologue to the screeching SPA agent.
“One of these days I’m going to kill you,” she said. “I’m going to kill you using this hold. I’m going to keep it on your face until you suffocate and die. And you won’t know which one it will be, because you’ll already be passed out when I kill you. It could be right now. It could be next week. It could be years from now. The only way you will know whether or not you’re being killed is if you wake up in the next few hours or not.”
Amanda went limp under Gertrude in record time. The Champ stood up and looked down at her handiwork. She sauntered over to the corner and picked up the handcuffs. She walked back over to the passed out woman and re-secured her hands. She then walked over to the door. She slipped the key into the inner padlock, turned it, and then pulled on the lock. It came unlocked. She pulled on the handle to the steel door, opening it.
All of a sudden Gertrude felt cold steel on her throat. Amanda had played possum. Her cracked ribs were very real, but the knockout was not. The agent pressed the metal links down on Gertrude’s windpipes. She pushed her knee into the larger woman’s back. Gertrude’s eyes opened wide. She tried to slip her hands between the links and her through, but it was too tight. The Champ decided to try to simply ram her body back into Amanda’s. Amanda hopped up and clasped her legs around the hips. She had to keep the oxygen from getting into Gertrude’s lungs. Nothing else mattered.
Gertrude rammed Amanda backwards against the wall. The pain in her ribs made everything a thousand times more painful. Still, she kept the choke on. Gertrude tried to ram her against another wall. Amanda’s entire body shook with pain… but she kept the cuffs around Gertrude’s throat. They went on like this for what felt like twenty minutes to Amanda, but in reality had been barely sixty seconds.
Soon Gertrude’s legs became weak. Her head felt like pudding. Dropping down to her knees, she made one last desperate attempt to pull the cuffs from around her throat. It didn’t work. She fell flat on the cold concrete.
Amanda let out a sigh of relief. She brought her hands out from around Amanda’s throat. Kicking the big woman over onto her back, Amanda reached into Gertrude’s pockets and brought out the keys. She worked herself free with speed and then applied her own handcuffs to Gertrude with similar quickness.
“Good fight,” said Amanda.
Keys in hand, she closed the door on her way out of the cell and began her arduous walk down the hall. Every breath came with grueling agony. Still she persisted. In catacombs under O’Malley’s pub were tons of cells. Amanda shuddered to think of the similar victims that had met their ends down here. Perhaps they starved to death. Perhaps they slowly bled out. The thought strengthened Amanda’s resolve to continue her search for Agent Red.
Eventually she turned a corner to see a handcuffed Agent Red being dragged behind Victoria Platt. Victoria looked up and saw Amanda. Her eyes widened in fear. Amanda began to laboriously charge toward the smaller woman. Victoria scrambled to open the nearest cell. She tossed the passed out Agent Red inside and locked the door.
With the gap closing, Victoria threw her keys to the floor behind her. She lifted her fists. Amanda dropped her keys as well. Victoria began to charge Amanda. The two women barreled towards each other.
Inside Agent Red stirred. All she heard were two sets of footsteps. One getting further away and the other getting closer.
“Come on Agent Blue,” Agent Red whispered to herself.
To be continued…
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Quick impromptu poll:
Part III of Ambush at O'Malley's will be its final. However, I'm kicking around the idea of doing an alternate "non-canon" ending. Is that something people would want to see? Let me know if any readers of this thread would be interested.
And thanks everyone for the support on this project! I'm still very open to working with other writers who may want to post stories with these characters going forward.
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Thank you for this beautiful story and for this series.
For my taste it's very exciting seeing Agent Blue physically and psychologically dominated by the stout and sadistic Gertrude. She takes her to the brink of physical and psychological rupture, but Agent Blue eventually manages to find a way to escape. If you can't beat your rival by force, try to do it with cunning.
As for the ending, the story is yours and you decide. My preference is always for the bad girls to win.
Have you seen my p.m.?
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Loving this series :) can't wait to see more. I'm always down for an alternate ending. Honestly not a fan of the villains winning but getting off scot-free always makes for a good revenge fight.
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What about this fantastic serie?
Waiting for next chapter.
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What about this fantastic serie?
Waiting for next chapter.
Hey Krispin, thanks for being a fan. SPA is still ongoing. The finale to this little "three-shot" that's been going on will be posted soon, as well as the 2nd part of the main storyline and many other standalone stories on here. I've just taken a little break from writing over the holidays. Look for more stories as soon as this weekend!
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To everyone waiting on more SPA stories, I'd like to apologize for the unexpected hiatus. Between the Holidays and work I really didn't find a lot of time to get things going. However, I'm hoping to post more regularly in here.
I have some fight ideas for this thread (and some new characters to add to the universe), however I am always willing to take suggestions! Let me know if you have any ideas for potentially intriguing matchups!
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Ok, I hope to read more of your stories soon.
As for requests, I like tall, slim good girls against busty bad girls. Good girls are faster and more agile, even more skilled, but bad girls are heavier and stronger in body to body fights. There are some good girls I'd love to see in your stories, including Stana Katic, Angie Harmon, Kendall Jenner.
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The Cat and the Empress
CANON
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Starring:
Kristen Bell as Tasha Young aka "The Cat"
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Lucy Liu as Jacqueline Yun aka "Empress"
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Sophie Turner as Caroline aka "The Assistant"
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Zendaya as Kiki
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One clear perfectly-sunny afternoon Tasha Young pulled up to her residence on the coast of the French Riviera. She would often take the entire day do drive around the scenic coastline after completing one of her heists. This last one may have been her favorite: a priceless Byzantine pendant that had been christened “treasure from heaven” had been stowed away at the Royal Victorian Museum in London for the last thirteen years. After practicing for years, Tasha finally was able to slip through the laser grid guarding the pendant and then with her cat-like agility snuck out before anyone was the wiser. She spent the entire day with the priceless artifact in her cup holder as she drove around without a care in the world.
As she pulled up to her home, she was greeted by her assistant, Caroline.
“Ms. Young,” she said, bowing her head slightly. “Your guest is awaiting you on the veranda.”
“Guest?” asked Tasha.
“Yes ma’am,” said Caroline. “Ms. Jacqueline Yun. She told me you were expecting her.”
“I wasn’t,” said Tasha. She handed Caroline the pendant, which she had folded up in a cloth. “Put that in the… east wing gallery. And be careful, it’s rather priceless.”
Tasha hopped up the stairs to her home, tossed her keys on the table, and walked through her intricately decorated mansion to the back door. There she saw her mysterious visitor, Jacqueline Yun, standing alone on the top level of the veranda. Champagne glass in hand, she took a sip as Tasha approached her.
“I’m sorry Ms. Yun?” said Tasha. “I wasn’t expecting your visit.”
Jacqueline turned and said with a sweet smile on your face, “That’s quite alright. I wasn’t expecting you to expect me. Wonderful bubbly by the way.”
“Thank you,” said Tasha. “I must admit though I’m confused. Have we met before?”
“In a way,” said Jacqueline. “But in the way you mean, no. This is the first time we’ve technically laid eyes on each other in the flesh.”
“In the flesh?” asked Tasha.
“Well yes,” said Jacqueline. “I saw you on the security monitor stealing my gold belt plaques. You know the ones? 14 of them in a set. Early Ming dynasty. I was quite impressed at how you were able to squeeze your way into such a tight spot without being noticed.”
“I know the set,” said Tasha. “However you’re mistaken. Zhao Guo used to own that set. I stole it from him.”
“I am Zhao Guo,” said Jacqueline. “As well as Ding Luoyang, Shi He, and Pan ZhenKang. From whom you have also stolen numerous items. I’ve simply come to take them back.”
Jacqueline downed the rest of her champagne and placed the glass on the railing. She smiled at Tasha. It was a warm yet threatening smile, as if it was a tightly applied hug. It affirmed her position towards Tasha while also cracking open the door for an opportunity at peace. Tasha however had zero intention of reaching a peaceful resolution.
“Oh Caroline,” called Tasha.
Caroline began walking towards the veranda when all of a sudden out of the shadows a pair of long-legs flashed upwards towards the assistant’s face. Caroline’s head snapped backwards as she stumbled. A young, tanned woman revealed herself and cut Caroline off from Tasha and her boss.
“Meet Kiki,” said Jacqueline. “She’s really good. Hopefully yours is too.”
With that Caroline and Jacqueline’s own assistant had engaged in combat. Caroline squared up and began to try to put up a defense against her assailant’s bombardment of strikes. The fight carried them back into the home, where Caroline had the home field advantage. She knew where the corners were, where the slight divots in the floorplan cradled, and most importantly where the lighting could make a difference. So, as her opponent fought her back through the foyer she didn’t panic. She was willing to give up ground to the long-reaching strikes of her opponent all the way to the living room.
That’s when Caroline made sure to mind the step. Kiki however did not know there was a slight dip in the battlefield. This caused an ever so slight stumble, but that was all Caroline needed. She took Kiki’s outstretched arm by the elbow and wrist. With her right foot pivoting and her hips snapping, Caroline flung Kiki backwards into a stolen Monet painting hanging on the wall. The frame shook but the painting remained in-tact. That was until Caroline came barreling toward Kiki and slammed herself into the stunned girl’s frame. Then the artwork unfortunately did tear a bit. Caroline thought her boss would forgive her, however. As long as she won the fight.
It was Kiki’s turn to go on the defensive now. She had to get used to her bearings. In the wood-paneled room with treasures mounted on the wall, she took stock in what could possibly be used as weapons. Nothing significant jumped out at her and soon she found herself falling by the knees into a Victorian-era fainting couch. Caroline took advantage of Kiki’s vulnerable position and slammed her fist straight into the slender woman’s stomach. Kiki wheezed. Caroline smiled. She took a handful of Kiki’s dark hair and said, “Oh this will be fun.”
Tasha and Jacqueline meanwhile hadn’t moved. They watched as their assistants carried on inside the house. After they turned the corner and were out of sight, the two bosses turned their attention to each other.
“Do you really want to do that?” asked Tasha as she gestured inside the home.
“What else did you have in mind?” asked Jacqueline.
Tasha looked Jacqueline up and down. The slightly older woman had opted for a pair of black shorts, no doubt because of the balmy temperature but also perhaps to show off her well-defined legs. Tasha meanwhile had on her favorite candy apple red shorts. Instantly both women knew what they each had in common. They both loved their legs.
“How about I take you down to the garden and we simply squeeze one another until one of us gives up or passes out?” asked Tasha.
“Seems agreeable to me,” replied Jacqueline.
Tasha led her infiltrator down the stone steps and past the pool. They took the path to the left past the hedges and into the immaculately kept garden. Tasha pointed out a soft patch of grass where the two could engage and Jacqueline found it satisfactory for their needs. The two women stretched until they felt warmed up enough and then lied down on the grass parallel to each other.
Tasha’s legs hooked around Jacqueline’s midsection. Jacqueline fastened her legs around Tasha’s torso. They each locked their ankles. With a nod from each fighter, they counted down from three.
Then the squeezing began.
Caroline was enjoying throwing her opponent all around the living room. She hadn’t had a proper fight in months, and usually she was regulated to the average petty thief who thought the home was an easy target. Every once in a while she got one of those SPA or STONE agents on her plate, but those were like lavish feasts. They were rare occasions. This woman though, whose name she didn’t even know, she was a decent enough stand in. Even if Caroline was currently kicking her ass like nobody’s business, she at least had some level of competency that her past few opponents lacked. What was more impressive was she didn’t even seem frazzled. Even as she got dropped for the second time in the fight, she popped back up and continued to fight back. Caroline found the spirit impressive, if not misguided.
Their fight had carried over into the hall that led to Tasha’s in-home theater. Caroline forced Kiki into this hall because of how narrow it was. Kiki’s long limbs couldn’t find the space to maximize their offensive capabilities. Likewise, Caroline found herself limited as well, but she didn’t need to use her length. Caroline was winning the fight. She could simply continue her straight-up assault. An assault that Kiki had no answer to.
The brunette had found Caroline’s chin to be made of granite. Every strike, every punch, every kick, every knee, everything she tried seem to just graze off of her blonde opponent like she had just been tickled. Meanwhile, every time Caroline connected it shook Kiki to her bones. The blonde had superior power, that much was clear. And as Kik found herself constricted by the tight hallway, she continued to take a beating. Right before they reached the door to the theater, Caroline’s uppercut dropped Kiki for the third time. The brunette’s jaw hung open. The blonde took a handful of her hair again and stood her up. Caroline lifted up her right leg and slammed it into Kiki’s gut. The brunette flew backwards through the door behind her. She collapsed to the floor as Caroline marched towards her.
Both Tasha and Jacqueline believed they possessed the advantage in their little scissors contest. The truth was that both had found the other to be an excellent match.
Tasha was astounded at the sheer amount of pressure Jacqueline could apply. The cat thief hated to admit it, but she couldn’t squeeze as tight as Jacqueline could at her peak. She felt her body had been placed inside one of those hydraulic presses. Her ribs bent inwards as Jacqueline flexed. She had picture-perfect form as well. The right amount of extension, the subtle arch of her back to squeeze every last bit of strength into her thighs. Tasha was deeply impressed.
That did not mean though that Tasha was losing the fight, however. Jacqueline was equally impressed with her opponent. Tasha’s squeezes were lasting five seconds longer than Jacqueline’s on average. The blonde had a stamina that the Empress did not. With the quivering dimples that formed in her thighs with each flex, Tasha clung onto Jacqueline’s midsection longer and longer with each exchange.
Neither woman could find themselves at an advantage. Their legs and abdomens met in a war of attrition. One of them would have to give ground first. Neither of them had any clue as to who it would be, however. They were stalemating so far, and both of them were content with that for the time being.
Meanwhile, the fight between Caroline and Kiki could not in any way be called a stalemate. Caroline was straddling Kiki in a massive leather movie seat in Tasha’s private theater. She reigned down punishment across Kiki’s face. Slamming her fists in alternating right-left swipes to the jaw. Kiki’s head snapped from side to side, her arms pinned to her torso by Caroline’s legs.
Caroline had to give her clearly out-matched opponent some respect. Not many women could take punch after punch from her and stay conscious. Not even Agents Red or Tea had eaten this many punches and kept their eyes open. Caroline officially categorized Kiki as a “tough bitch” in her mind before taking another huge swing down at her with her right fist.
The blonde grabbed Kiki by the shirt and dragged her up to her feet. The brunette could offer no resistance in her current state. Even as Caroline lifted her up off of the floor, Kiki could only roll her head back and let her jaw hang slack. The big blonde held her opponent there for a moment, soaking in her dominance, and then drove Kiki back-first to the floor. The slender girl went limp. Caroline planted her foot on Kiki’s chest.
“I expected more,” said Caroline.
She took Kiki by the shirt once more and began to drag her through the house, making her way towards the veranda. The fight was over. If Caroline showed up then Jacqueline would have no chance of escape. Kiki had failed her boss. Caroline was intent on showing her the proof.
Tasha was not faring as well as her assistant, however. In fact it seemed clear as the scissors competition wore on that while her stamina trumped Jacqueline’s, the pure strength of the Empress’s legs would be the definitive factor of this fight.
Tasha held on for as long as she could, but Jacqueline’s vice had ensnared her like it had ensnared countless victims throughout the years. Tasha’s own legs began to loosen. That’s when Jacqueline realized she was going to win. She cranked up the pressure even more, something Tash had no idea was even possible. Jacqueline shifted her hips so that she took a more top position. The blonde couldn’t beat her back.
Spasms coursed throughout Tasha’s back. Her ribs bent inwards more and more with every passing second. Her legs had completely given out. Instead she began to squeal as Jacqueline pumped pure agony into her nerves. Tasha had lost the contest. It wasn’t even a question anymore. The only question remaining would be how long until Jacqueline would show mercy.
She planned on showing very little.
Caroline brought the limp Kiki out onto the veranda, but there was no sight of either of their bosses. However, she heard Tasha’s shrieks of pain carry over from the garden. She dragged Kiki behind her down the steps and through the grass. Entering the garden, she found her boss in a similar state to Kiki: limp, unconscious, and utterly broken.
The blonde lifted Kiki up in front of her and said, “Okay now stop.”
Jacqueline looked up with surprise.
“So, you beat Kiki,” said Jacqueline. “Very interesting…”
“Let Ms. Young go,” demanded Caroline.
“Hmm,” said Jacqueline as she positioned herself behind Tasha. She applied a choke-hold, keeping the small blonde as leverage. “I wonder if maybe we’re going at this the wrong way.”
“What do you mean?” asked Caroline.
“Well,” said Jacqueline. “It’s clear my bodyguard was no match for you. And it’s clear your boss couldn’t handle me. So… why should we stick with the losers?”
“Tasha pays me very, very well,” said Caroline.
“Oh I’m sure she does,” said Jacqueline. “And I’m sure I can’t match your current salary. But answer me this, beautiful: Are you happy here? Fighting off the petty thief who you know is under your level. Engaging with SPA Agents every once in a blue moon? Oh yeah, I know… Kiki did her research on you. Fat load of good it did for her.”
“So what,” said Caroline. “A job offer? More danger? That’s your pitch.”
“That’s exactly my pitch,” said Jacqueline. “Look, we both know I can’t beat you one on one. I mean you fucked Kiki up by the looks of it. However, if you’re satisfied with that being your one significant fight of the year then so be it. Come on over and kick the shit out of me… but if you come work for me I can promise you SPA, STONE, and TYME agents like crazy. All of them want me behind bars, and you’ll be in charge of making sure that doesn’t happen…”
Caroline considered the offer. It was true that while her pay was astounding, there was little satisfaction in her daily routine. Caring over artifacts, preparing tea for Tasha, taking coats for visitors while they drank expensive champagne. This life wasn’t for her. Defeating Kiki gave her a thrill she hadn’t felt in months. Imagine if that thrill could happen all of the time.
The blonde dropped Kiki to the ground.
?“So, anything you want to take before we go?” asked Caroline.
Jacqueline released Tasha and stood.
“You know what,” said Jacqueline. “I think I’m taking the most valuable thing with me.”
The Empress left the Cat’s fortress behind. She had infiltrated, pillaged, and come out with the most prized possession the Cat owned: Caroline Royce. Meanwhile, the Cat slept in her garden. Completely unaware of the swap that had been made. Kiki wouldn’t find out until she awoke that she had been ditched, traded in for a superior asset. The Empress had staked her claim and the Cat had been woefully incapable of stopping her.
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Hey all,
Don't worry I'll be wrapping up Ambush at O'Malley's soon enough, but just thought I'd take a break from Agent Blue to bring us some more characters. I love the idea of two villains being on opposite sides. And don't worry, this isn't the last we'll be seeing of these characters. Not by a long shot!
Also, going forward I will give every story a CANON or NON-CANON designation. This can help distinguish what things matter in the grand scheme of the SPA Universe and which stories are just fun little creations with no real bearing on things. Hope you guys enjoy! I'll be back with more SPA soon!
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The Pop Star: Part I
CANON
Starring:
Peyton List as Agent Pink
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Jennette McCurdy as Agent June
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Miley Cyrus as Margaret Hunt aka "Yeti"
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Ariana Grande as ”Penguin"
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Miranda Cosgrove as ”Puffin"
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Agent Pink was not particularly thrilled to learn she would be sharing her first solo mission with a TYME agent. Despite Agent Blue’s assurance that it was just a coincidence, she had a feeling there was a discussion between her mentor and The Boss that she wasn’t privy too. What stung more was the amount of legwork she had done on this assignment. And now some money-grubbing TYME agent was about to swoop in and take at least half of the credit for the mission.
That didn’t matter now though. What mattered was bringing in their target: Margaret Hunt, or better known as her stage name “Yeti.” Yeti was in the midst of her “Scare the World” tour when Agent Pink had discovered a disturbing pattern. Assassinations of high profile targets had been occurring along the same route as the tour. At first nobody at SPA believed her, but when one of the richest media mogul’s sons was found dead the news ran with it. SPA was brought in to investigate and Agent Pink insisted she be placed in charge of the investigation. She discovered that Yeti had in fact been responsible for the assassination of the media mogul’s son, and therefore concluded she was also responsible for the string of deaths that had followed her tour.
The annoying part came when the media mogul hired TYME to investigate as well. Agent Pink soon found herself paired with Agent June. Their working relationship was cold, though Pink had to admit that June had impressive investigation skills and a real knack for sneaking into places she doesn’t belong. With enough evidence to convict Hunt, Pink petitioned to apprehend the subject alone. This was denied by The Boss, however and Pink agreed to bring her in along with June.
They picked their night, set a plan in place, and executed it. June reasoned it would be easier to apprehend the target after a show when her energy was spent. Pink agreed and the two were able to sneak backstage. Through recon of her own, Pink learned that the pop star demanded two hours of absolute solitude post-show. This gave them the perfect opportunity to sneak in and take down the assassin. With the show finished, the two agents snuck into the dressing room. What they found however was not a relaxing, meditative, or even seemingly tired pop star. Instead the two agents walked in on Margaret Hunt flanked by two cross-armed ladies with stoic looks on their faces.
“I was wondering what took you so long,” said Margaret. “I figured SPA would be on my ass from the jump, but when I learned that TYME was involved I thought you would have gotten to this point back in Nashua.”
“You leave a clean crime scene,” said Pink. “It took us a while to find enough evidence.”
“But now that we have you’re going in,” said June.
“Oh I have no doubt you have enough to convict me,” said Margaret. “That’s why I’m going to sneak into the hotel room y’all are sharing, destroy everything you’ve got, and erase all of your log reports you’ve been sending to your agencies.”
Agent Pink had one thought. She’s good. It became clear that they were dealing with a pro. A pro who had lured them into a trap that was moments away from springing. A trap that would erase months of work and very possibly end in their own deaths. The SPA Agent took comfort in the words of her mentor Agent Blue, however. When there’s a trap there’s a plan. The way out? Spring the trap early and knock the plan of schedule.
“Now, I really must be going,” said Margaret. “Penguin. Puffin. You’re up. Make me proud, ladies.”
The pop star snapped her fingers and the two bodyguards came forward. They formed a wall between their boss and the two agents. It was clear to Pink that the result of this fight was insignificant to Yeti. She just needed time. The best thing they could do is wrap up this encounter quickly and chase Yeti down.
The two agents raised their fists and the dance partners were set. Agent Pink stood in front of Puffin, the taller of the two. Meanwhile June and Penguin began to stare each other down. Yeti left the room, and the four women began their battle.
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While the room was small, there were two very distinct fights to start. First, Agent Pink launched a quick few combos at Puffin. Puffin deflected most of the blows, but ate a right to the jaw. This snapped the bodyguard’s head back and Agent Pink pressed her attack. Pink thought perhaps her opponent would crack at the first sign of adversity, but unfortunately it seemed her resolve stayed in-tact. As Pink moved in for another strike, Puffin caught her wrist and flung the SPA agent into the wall. The blonde agent’s shoulder rammed into it as the brunette landed a right of her own. It clashed with Pink’s jaw and her head snapped to the side. She brought her hands up, but Puffin’s long right leg snapped forward and hit the agent in the gut. Pink stumbled back and regained her composure.
The two traded blows, neither girl getting a distinct advantage. The only small difference was Agent Pink’s ability to dodge and Puffin’s inclination to block. Pink made a mental note of that and the two continued to engage on one side of the room.
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On the other side of the dressing room there was a clear advantage establishing. Penguin had been quicker on the draw and was able to chip away at June’s defense. With an unpredictable fight pattern, June found herself a victim to one of Penguin’s round-house kicks. The blow was strong enough to carry June all the way to a couch. The small bodyguard rushed her opponent and promptly straddled her. Blows back and forth across June’s face began to take their toll on the TYME agent. Her golden locks snapped back and forth with each punch to the jaw. Penguin smelled blood in the water. She wrapped her hands around June’s neck and began to squeeze. The blonde coughed out as her hands grabbed at her opponent’s wrists. As much as she tried, June couldn’t pry the hands off of her throat.
Meanwhile, some cracks had begun to show in Puffin’s fight style. Pink had been railing on the left elbow, which had finally led to a drop in the guard. The blonde waited, dodged, waited, dodged, and then at the right time snuck a heavy right hand to her opponent’s cheek. With the brunette staggered, Pink ran forward and slammed her shoulder into the bodyguard’s gut. Lifting Puffin off of her feet, Pink slammed her down onto the large makeup table up against the wall. The two women crashed right through it and onto the floor.
Even though Puffin clearly was stunned, she had the state of mind to grab Pink’s hair and try to roll. She was successful and found herself on top of the SPA agent. She began showering down punches with murderous intent. However, unlike her counterpart the strikes came with the sloppiness of a woman who was just drove through a table. Pink ate the first few, but then was able to easily block the rest. This opened up a chance for the blonde to use her legs, which she snapped back underneath Puffin’s armpits. Using her leverage, Pink easily pried the brunette off of her as Puffin’s head smacked into the wall.
With her opponent clearly dazed, Pink stood up and saw it: a clear path to the door. She could sprint out and catch up with Yeti before their entire case was destroyed. Agent Pink began to run towards the door. As she flung it open however, she stopped and looked at Agent June being strangled by Penguin. She had to decide at that moment what to do. Save the mission or save her begrudging partner? Agent Pink took a deep breath and closed the door. She ran over towards Penguin and June, flinging herself with reckless abandon at the girl on top.
It was enough to break the strangle as all three of them became a pile of limbs folded over one another. As Agent Pink began to stabilize, she felt a hand in her hair. She looked up and saw Penguin standing over her. With only a split second to wonder how she got up so fast, Pink tried to pull the smaller woman’s hand out of her hair.
“Switch it up,” Agent Pink called out to the still recovering June.
June panted as she looked over at her partner’s head get slammed against the wall. Then she looked over at a still dazed, but quickly improving Puffin slide up the wall.
“Right,” June said as she pushed herself up and barreled towards Puffin.
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Meanwhile, Penguin slammed the back of Agent Pink’s head into the wall over and over again. The blonde’s jaw hung slack after a few blows. Her ears began to ring. She didn’t even hear the taunt her opponent said. She looked up though, and saw as Penguin’s entire body spun around. Her right heel connected square with Pink’s jaw. The blonde’s body folded over to the side, completely limp.
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June threw her body at Puffin. The girls crashed into the wall. With the brunette still worse for wear, June was able to sink an oh so important knee into her opponent’s stomach. With Puffin doubled over, June flew her knee up and slammed it into the brunette’s jaw. The bodyguard’s body flung backwards. June straddled her and cocked her fist, ready to deliver the finishing blow. However, before she could she felt two arms snake underneath her armpits.
It was Penguin, who had left the knocked out Agent Pink up against the wall. She pried June off of her partner in crime. Puffin shook her head and pushed herself up. With June’s arms secured over her head and her body exposed, Penguin gave a nod to Puffin. Puffin smirked and began landing blows to June’s body. Right-left uppercuts thumped the blonde’s abdomen. The two agents were completely outmatched by Yeti’s bodyguards.
Meanwhile, the popstar snuck into the two agents’ room. With the lights off, she slipped through the shadows and began to collect all of the paper information they had. She set it as a pile on the desk. That would have to be destroyed later. She then found Agent Pink’s laptop and began to go to work cracking into SPA’s network.
“Well hello there,” said a voice from the shadows.
Margaret Hunt’s eyes sprung wide open as she turned to where the voice came from. With a click of the lamp, the light filled the hotel suite. There stood a tall brunette woman with her arms folded, her posture otherwise relaxed while she leaned up against the wall.
“Agent Pink would probably kill me if she knew I had been shadowing her this whole time, but what can I say…? It’s hard for me to let go,” said Agent Blue. “Besides, I can’t let you go ruining months of work. It would dash her confidence.”
To be continued…
Special guest appearence:
Alexandra Daddario as Agent Blue
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The Pop Star: Part II Preview
An epic battle between one of the world's deadliest assassins and Agent Blue! Can the seasoned SPA Agent stop the resourceful killer? Or will she just be another victim?
Meanwhile, Agents Pink and June are on the brink of defeat and therefore death! Will the two inexperienced agents be able to turn things around? Or are their fates already sealed?
Tune in next time to find out!
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The Pop Star: Part II
CANON
Starring:
Peyton List as Agent Pink
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Jennette McCurdy as Agent June
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Miley Cyrus as Margaret Hunt aka "Yeti"
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Ariana Grande as ”Penguin"
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Miranda Cosgrove as ”Puffin"
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Alexandra Daddario as Agent Blue
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Margaret Hunt looked over the tall athletic brunette. She wore a leather jacket with black satin pants. Her posture indicated that she thought she was some sort of badass. As if Margaret was just a silly little girl who didn’t have any chance of defeating her. This pissed Margaret off. She knew what her capabilities were. She had defeated much larger and physically imposing opponents than this bitch. What made her think she could be so cocky with one of, no, the most dangerous assassin in the room? Margaret decided she wouldn’t just kill the agent. She would embarrass her.
The pop star closed the laptop and got to her feet. She rolled her neck and cracked her knuckles. The brunette pushed off of the wall and began to slowly move towards the assassin. Margaret walked in front of the beds. The two women got into their fighting stances.
“So what, you’re like the big guns?” asked Margaret.
“I’m Agent Blue,” said the brunette. “And I’m the biggest gun there is.”
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Margaret expected to have the quickness advantage, and it turned out she did. Her first few strikes were quick, compact, and easily found their way through Agent Blue’s guard. Margaret wanted to take her time, wear down the agent, and then go in for the kill. So, instead of pressing her advantage she laid off and waited for the bigger girl to come to her. Agent Blue moved forward, throwing a few combos that Margaret dodged. The blonde tried an early round-house, but Blue blocked it and countered with a right to the jaw. Margaret realized then that she had never been hit so hard in her entire life.
She didn’t go down, but the pop star certainly felt the harsh lingering sting of the punch. And it was just a simple straight! Margaret realized now what Agent Blue meant by being the “biggest gun.” She was going to by far be the strongest opponent she had ever fought. That didn’t mean she couldn’t be beaten, though.
The pop star took extra caution as the fight continued. She used her superior agility to swiftly dodge everything the agent threw her way. For a moment she wondered if she could get the brunette to punch herself out, but then realized her conditioning must be insane. She crossed that out of her mind and decided on a new strategy.
After dodging a left, Margaret slipped behind the agent and rammed a knee straight into the ribcage. The agent winced… Margaret sensed a weak spot. Blue swung her right at Margaret, but the pop star ducked just in time. She rose up and slammed her left fist into the same spot her knee just connected. Another wince. The agent furrowed her brow and threw a combo, which if it had landed would have been devastating. It didn’t however, as Margaret’s speed was quickly becoming a major problem for Blue. After dodging those two punches, Margaret went right back in, working the ribs with two heavy right hands.
The agent’s guard dipped. Margaret saw her opportunity. With the agent exposed, the pop star flipped backwards and like a soccer player, bicycle kicked her straight in the chin. The agent flew backwards and landed flat on her back. Margaret landed with the elegance of a cat, nimble fingers and toes keeping her body from slamming into the floor. She saw her opponent dazed and then with a flash bounced on top of her.
Agent Blue covered herself up as best she could, but Maragret had a different idea. She didn’t want to just beat the agent. She wanted the agent to feel her presence. So, with a knee slamming into the agent’s crotch, the pop star went to work. She took her sharply honed nails and began to tear into any piece of flesh she could find. With vicious slashing moments, her claws cut deep into Agent Blue’s hands, bits of her face, and neck. Margaret then noticed the agent’s leather jacket riding up her stomach. The pop star thought fast and grabbed the base of the jacket and began to pull it up. She stopped once the jacket had forced Blue’s hands above her head and covered her face. Now with the stomach exposed and agent blue’s hands completely out of the equation, Margaret’s claws had a true canvas on which to paint.
The nails cut through the agent’s black tank top with ease. Slicing into flesh and fabric, when Agent Blue finally got the jacket off of her head her body was littered with deep red scratches. She looked as if she had just been mauled by a tiger. To make things worse once the jacket came off Margaret was waiting with a cocked right hand that shot forward. The agent ate the point-blank punch. The pop star could tell that blow had taken a lot out of the agent just by the way her previously tensed up body relaxed. Margaret had her foe on the brink. She intended to finish her.
As Margaret removed what was left of the tank top she looked down at her weakened foe’s body. It was covered in her handiwork for sure, but underneath the scratches there was something else. Deep purple and brown bruises covered the agent’s body. Particularly in the ribs where Margaret had gone to work. She knew she hit her hard, but she didn’t hit her that hard. No, those bruises were from someone else.
“How the fuck are you still fighting?” asked Margaret.
The truth had been Agent Blue didn’t lean against the wall because she was overconfident. She leaned against the wall because she needed the support to stand. She didn’t pick out a leather jacket to wear because she thought it made her look badass. She did it as a pseudo shield of armor to protect her from Margaret’s attacks. Before the fight even started Agent Blue was beaten down. What the pop star didn’t know was by whom…
Puffin rather enjoyed sinking fist after fist into the stomach of Agent June. She enjoyed the sounds the agent made even more. When Yeti had told them that the two agents would be dangerous she thought for sure her and her partner Penguin would be overwhelmed. And yet here they were. Penguin with a firm hold over one agent. The other agent knocked out on the other side of the room. And all the while Puffin’s fists continued to brutalize Agent June.
“I thought they were supposed to be badasses,” said Penguin. “They’re totally helpless!”
Puffin took June by the jaw and squished her cheeks together. The TYME agent couldn’t do anything to stop her.
“Wittle agent not so tough?” said Puffin. “Does the wittle agent need a nap-nap?”
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A groan came out from across the room. Agent Pink had begun to stir. Penguin gestured to Puffin. Puffin gave a nod and walked over to the fogged agent. The slim brunette grabbed Pink by the neck and lifted her back to her feet. With a fairly impressive display of strength, Puffin was able to lift Pink up in the air for a split second before sending her crashing down through Yeti’s snack table. Food and drink cascaded over them. A full bottle of cola poured onto the agent’s face. Popcorn and pretzels stuck in each of their hair. Puffin stayed focus however and straddled the agent. She slammed her right fist into Pink’s cheek. Then again. Then again.
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Meanwhile Penguin had taken Agent June’s weakened state to bring her to the ground. With her right arm wrapped around June’s neck and now her legs clamping around the torso, Penguin squeezed. Agent June squealed in pain. Her ribs felt as if they were turning in on her body. Penguins’ thighs worked their magic, cruelly torturing her opponent as she pressed the air out of her lungs bit by bit.
The blonde agents were getting whooped. There was no question about it. Agent Pink began to cry. This isn’t how she envisioned her first mission going. She thought she was ready. She thought all of the training Agent Blue had put her through would have better prepared her. And to think, she wanted to take on one of the world’s deadliest assassins on her own. She couldn’t even beat one of her body guards! Agent Pink’s face continued to be mashed by the right fist of Puffin. Almost as if she had accepted her defeat, she closed her eyes and let the brunette continue to demolish her.
“You’ve given up…” laughed Puffin. “Good, at least you know you’re beaten.”
Puffin yanked Agent Pink up to her feet by the hair. She guided her over to where Penguin was strangling Agent June.
“Your partner doesn’t feel the same way,” Puffin whispered into Pink’s ear. “She’s still fighting. And because of that Penguin is going to kill her. But, since you’re much wiser I’ll give you the chance to save yourself. Get on your knees and beg me for mercy.”
Agent Pink’s eyes welled with tears. Puffin jammed her right fist into the agent’s side.
“I won’t ask again.”
With her lips trembling, the agent looked down at June. She seemed so helpless. Her body flopping and squirming around in Penguin’s grip. She had to know there was no escape. And yet, she continued to fight. Agent Pink closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheek. She imagined what Agent Blue would think of her if she gave up now. Her cheeks turned bright red. She started to burn. Agent Blue would rather she die than give up. At least there is dignity in that. But was Agent Pink truly ready to die?
“If I beg for mercy,” said Agent Pink. “Will you let June live too?”
“Hmm…” said Puffin as she ran her hands through Pink’s blonde locks. “Now that’s an interesting proposal. I’ll tell you what, you make it a top-notch groveling and we’ll consider it.”
Agent Pink slowly got to her knees. She looked up at Puffin. A self-satisfied grin stretched across the brunette’s face. Agent Pink’s jaw clenched. More tears fell.
“I…” began Agent Pink. “I am Agent Pink of SPA. And you aren’t going to be the one to kill me.”
Agent Pink rammed her head into Puffin’s stomach and simultaneously wrapped her arms around the back of her knees. Yanking the brunette’s legs out from under her, Puffin fell and slammed onto the dressing room floor. With Puffin’s hand slipping out of her hair, Agent Pink slid backwards and drove her left elbow down into the defenseless Penguin’s ribcage.
Penguin’s grip instantly loosened and June was able to finally break out. She rolled away and began panting, gulping in as much breath as she could. Penguin turned and throw her body over Agent Pink’s. The two began to wrestle and fight for position, rolling across the floor.
June began to get onto her hands and knees, but Puffin had gotten to her feet first. She soccer kicked June in the ribs and the TYME agent went down. The brunette rolled her over and threw a punch down at her face. June however just barely snatched it in time and followed through with a right hand of her own. Puffin fell off of June and the blonde tried to roll over on top of the taller brunette.
Agent Pink’s size finally became a factor over the smaller Penguin, who was used to using her quick striking ability to gain an advantage. With the two of them on the ground however, even a weakened Pink was able to settle on top of Penguin. She straddled the bodyguard and with two fistfuls of hair, slammed her head over and over on the floor. Pink looked up and saw June struggling with Puffin. With Penguin adequately dazed, Pink shot across the room and tackled Puffin.
The two agents worked in tandem to wrestle the brunette to the floor. Penguin began to stagger over to them, but Agent June finally had the chance to get her revenge. She exploded like a cannon and launched shoulder-first into Penguin’s abdomen. Carrying the smaller bodyguard all the way to the wall, Agent June then straightened up and began to wallop Penguin with unyielding combos. The small bodyguard may have been able to dish out plenty of punishment, but her smaller stature meant she definitely couldn’t take it. After one final devastating super-kick, Penguin fell slack to the floor.
Meanwhile Puffin had been able to reverse her position with Agent Pink. The brunette had the blonde agent on the brink. With her legs straddled around Agent Pink’s body, Puffin was just simply knocking the agent’s head back and forth with her punches.
Agent June looked over at Pink. Then she looked to the door. If she left now maybe she could catch up with Margaret. But then she remembered that Agent Pink had decided to save her instead of go after the assassin. It was the least she could do. June came barreling towards Puffin, tackling her off of Agent Pink.
June and Puffin wrestled a bit before once more the brunette straddled the blonde. Before she could finish off June though, Agent Pink had recovered in just enough time to wrap the brunette up with a sleeperhold. With June pushing Puffin backwards, the bodyguard fell on top of Agent Pink and began to slowly loose her strength. June went over to secure Penguin, who was still knocked out.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” whispered Agent Pink into Puffin’s ear. “You get to live today. Not because you begged me. Not because you deserve it. But because I can’t wait to see you locked up in a cell with your boss. The feeling of being trapped with the person you failed is more punishment than I could ever bestow on you. Now, why don’t you take a wittle nap?”
Puffin soon stopped moving. Agent Pink kicked her limp body off of her. The two agents looked over their handiwork: A destroyed makeup room, two knocked out bodyguards, and their own blood and tears on the floor. Not a bad first mission all things considered.
“Come on,” said Agent Pink. “Let’s secure these two and then go get Hunt. I have a feeling it’ll take both of us to bring her in.”
"Hey wait," said Agent June. "I just... wanted to say thanks. You could have left me for dead and you didn't."
"You did the same for me," said Agent Pink, who clasped June's shoulder. "Now come on, before our entire case gets shredded."
Agent Blue slammed face-first into the hotel room wall. Her right arm was brought sharply up her back as the smaller pop star had a handful of hair. THUNK THUNK THUNK. Agent Blue’s forehead rammed into the wall over and over again. Then came a devastating couple of bony knees which Margaret jammed between the agent’s legs. With Blue slack-jawed and barely standing, the assassin pulled the bigger girl off of the wall and ran her across the room. At full-force, Agent Blue was rammed into the wall. Then another three slams of the head. Another two knees to the groin.
The agent was putty in the assassin’s hands.
“Why did you come here?” asked Margaret. “You’re beat to hell. Even fully healthy you couldn’t have taken me on. But here you come all battered and bruised thinking you can stop me? Are you suicidal?”
Agent Blue attempted to throw her left hand back at the assassin, who released Blue’s hair to catch the arm. Agent Blue scrunched up her face and flew her head backwards. The back of her skull connected with the pop star’s nose. Margaret instinctively let go of Agent Blue’s arms and grabbed her own nose. She could feel a slight wetness and when she pulled her hand away from her face she saw blood had been drawn.
The SPA Agent turned around. Weary, weakened, and wavering… she still stood.
Getting back into her fight stance she said, “I came here because I’m the best. And no lip-syncing two-bit assassin is going to change that. Now come on Yeti, let’s give you another smash hit.”
The two women engaged again and quickly Margaret’s blows began to overwhelm Agent Blue. The sheer speed and ferocity was impossible for the wounded agent to stop. That didn’t stop Blue from throwing whatever she could back at the assassin. Margaret was quick enough to dodge most, but when Agent Blue connected it was like being punched with stone hands. One particular left hook made Margaret stumble. With the assassin on her heels Blue continued fighting forward.
Agent Blue landed a much needed left-right combo. Hunt was reeling. She now found herself up against the wall as the bigger woman began to tee off. Agent Blue’s fists worked the pop star’s toned body, folding her over with one particularly nasty right hand. For the first time the SPA agent had some momentum. She took Margaret’s body and hoisted it up and over her own frame. With the assassin slammed on the floor, Agent Blue took a much needed moment to try to recover.
Margaret looked up at the brunette. She narrowed her eyes. As the agent stepped closer, Margaret shot her right foot up towards those damaged ribs. Blue shrieked out in pain and stumbled back to the wall. Yeti went from flat on her back to on her feet in no time. She took the agent by the hair and then smashed her right square in the face. The brunette waivered as her knees buckled. She slid down the wall with her hair firmly in Margaret’s grip.
“Okay,” said Margaret as she crouched down to meet Blue eye-to-eye. “Maybe you could have beaten me if you were healthy. But you’re not. And because of your arrogance you’re going to die.”
The assassin snapped her head forward. She felt their skulls reverberate against each other. Blue’s hands sunk into the carpeting. Margaret lifted her head up and did it again. And again. And once more until finally both women’s faces were streaming with blood. The psycho assassin smiled widely as she saw Agent Blue’s knocked out head slump to the side. Although dazed herself, Margaret still had the competency to wrap her hands around Blue’s neck. She squeezed. With every passing moment more and more life was strangled out of the knocked out victim. It was only a matter of time until Agent Blue was finally dead.
CLICK
The door opened. Standing there was Agent Pink clutching her ribs. It took her a moment to process who Margaret was on top of. Her eyes widened as she saw her mentor’s face covered in blood. She saw the pop star’s hands around her neck. There was only a single emotion across Agent Pink’s face… rage.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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The Pop Star: Part III Preview
With Agent Blue defeated at the hands of Margaret Hunt it's up to Agents Pink and June to stop her. But do they have any chance at defeating someone who dominated the greatest agent in the world? Especially when the two agents themselves are injured!
Tune in next time to find out!
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Hey everyone! It's hard to get a feel on if people are still reading these stories apart from the likes. If you could just let me know (either through comments, pms, liking, etc.) if people are enjoying this series that would be great. Just want to know if I'm putting my stories into the void lol.
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Havent gotten time to read the newest batch yet, but loved the previous set!
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you've got a real flair for leaving them wanting more! I'm always excited to read the next chapter. I'm betting we're gonna see a new character introduced for the mystery woman who beat up Agent Blue before this mission.
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People Like Us
CANON
Starring:
Alexandra Daddario as Amanda Jax/Agent Blue
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Christina Hendricks as Tilda Hastings aka “The Talking Head”
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Amanda put the crappy cup of coffee to her lips. Bitter didn’t even begin to describe it. No amount of cream or sugar could make it better either. She was dealt a bad hand as soon as she walked into the diner. But it was low key, sparsely populated, and most importantly she knew Agent Pink wouldn’t ever set foot in a place like this. She was willing to make the sacrifice of bad coffee and burnt bacon if it meant she could keep her student's confidence intact. Besides, after days of shadowing Agents Pink and June, she needed to refuel at least a little.
The SPA Agent was used to long road trips in solidarity. Ten years on the job will do that to you. Relationships fall by the wayside when you don’t check in for weeks at a time. Friendships dissolve too. What’s worse is the friends you make on the job are constant danger. She learned that lesson the hard way with Agent Teal.
The coffee cup shattered in her hand. A waitress came over to ask if she was okay, but Amanda waved her off and assured her she was fine. She made her way to the bathroom to clean up as much of the coffee as she could. The burn was mild and there were no cuts in her hand, yet she couldn’t understand what had happened. Maybe she just forgot her strength for a moment. That was it. It had to be.
After finishing up washing her hands, Amanda started walking back to her table. However, she saw a woman with bright red hair sitting in her booth. Amanda stood next to the table and instantly recognized her.
“Hello,” said Tilda Hastings. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” said Amanda as she sat back in her seat. “A little surprised to see you in a place like this. Did Stax cut your pay?”
The redhead smirked. She slid a piece of bacon off of Amanda’s plat and slipped between her two front teeth. Crunching down on it, she leaned back on the leather and folded her arms.
“I’m here for you,” she said. “I’m asking you nicely to lay off your investigation into Margaret Hunt.”
“I’m not investi-”
“No? Then what are you doing in a diner in the middle of Kansas? Sight-seeing? And why is there another SPA Agent hold up with a TYME Agent at the Hampton Inn down the road? Do you all just love the Midwest that much?”
“Figured we’d catch a Jayhawks game,” said Amanda.
“Cute,” replied Tilda. She lifted a briefcase onto the table. She rolled her thumb across the mechanical code until it clicked. She turned the case towards Amanda and opened it. “Now, I know you SPA girls live on a government salary, but this is $300,000 for you to lay off.”
“You think I’d sell out our morals for that?” asked Amanda. “I’m frankly insulted, I thought it would at least be a million.”
“It was going to be more… but I talked my boss out of it.”
“And why did you do that?”
Tilda shut the case.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t take it anyway and I didn’t feel like traveling with excess cash anyway,” said the redhead. “Now, I’ll ask you nicely. As a personal favor to me Agent Blue, lay off Hunt.”
“So it’s true then, Margaret is an assassin,” said Amanda.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” replied Tilda. “All I know is Yeti made Stax Music Group more than any other artist had in fifteen years. She’s a star… and we want to protect her.”
“Sorry, no personal favors for war criminals,” said Amanda. She stood up, pulled out some cash and left it on the table. “You understand don’t you?”
The SPA Agent patted Tilda on the shoulder and made her way out of the diner. On her way back to the hotel she looked behind her. Her initial instinct was that Tilda would follow her, but she also considered she may make a move against Agents Pink and June. Relief came over her when she saw the headlights of an SUV come up over the hill. She was the target after all. Good. Let Tilda Hastings come to her.
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Amanda pulled into the motel parking lot and took a deep breath. SPA didn’t have much information on Tilda’s fighting abilities other than a lone encounter with Agent Orange years ago. From the report Tilda mopped the floor with the agent, who only just barely escaped with her life. Amanda gripped the steering wheel and shut her eyes. She replayed multiple encounters in her head as if she was watching fight tape. She identified missteps she had taken, things she had done well, and things that opponents did better. Then she heard a car pull up next to hers. The agent opened her eyes and looked to her left. A black SUV on her driver’s side cut its engine. She heard the door open then shut. Footsteps in the gravel carried over onto the pavement of the sidewalk. Tilda stood between Amanda’s car and her motel room, hands on her hips.
“Well?” said Tilda. “Let’s get this over with.”
Amanda unbuckled her seatbelt and made her way out of the car. She clicked the lock button and walked past Tilda to the door. Slipping her hand into her back pocket, Amanda pulled out the motel room key. She inserted it. The door clicked. She turned the handle. The door opened and revealed a dark and dingy twin-bed room. An old bubble TV sat on top of the drawers. A mini fridge was plugged in across from the bed. There was the smallest table and a roll-away chair tucked into it, the motel’s “desk.” Amanda flicked the light on and tossed her keys on the table. She heard the door shut behind her as well as the lock tick. Amanda ran her hands through her hair.
She turned and saw Tilda inspecting the room. No doubt mapping out any advantageous or disadvantageous corners, making mental notes of trouble spots for both girls. Then her eyes drifted to Amanda. The Agent removed her jacket, tossing it on the floral comforter on the bed. She stretched her hands high above her head, interconnecting her hands. Her knuckles, elbows, and shoulders all cracked. Her back did too as she leaned backwards. Amanda’s perky chest firmly pushed against her sleeveless white top. She shifted her hips from side to side a bit as her jeans clung to her toned legs.
Tilda did not stretch. Instead she simply rolled her neck, cracked her knuckles, and then began to sink into her fighting stance. With her black sleeveless jumpsuit hitting every aspect of her curves just right, the redhead bent her knees and lifted her fists. Amanda opted to stay a little more upright. She kept her palms open and moved her hands back and forth in small, controlled motions. The SPA Agent bounced on the balls of her feet a few times.
Only a few feet separated the two fighters. With tight quarters it would be a challenge for both women, who had limb length to spare. The women slowly approached each other, still sizing one another up. Amanda shuffled forward. Tilda backed up. Tilda shuffled forward. Amanda backed up.
Finally, Amanda took the first shot. A left hand that she tried to slide through Tilda’s guard. The redhead blocked it. Tilda went for her own jab, which Amanda just barely dodged. The redhead moved forward. Amanda shifted back, giving ground. Tilda with another left jab. That one got blocked. Tilda moved forward again, bearing down on Amanda. Next came a right hand that Amanda ducked. Tilda opened herself up. Amanda snuck in an open-palmed left to Tilda’s shoulder.
Now the redhead was opened up even more. Amanda blitzed forward. She lifted her right knee up, trying to get it on Tilda’s chin. But the redhead closed quickly. Her hands shot down and smacked Amanda’s knee back down to the floor. Then she flashed forward, wrapping her arms around Amanda. She leapt off of her feet and drove Amanda onto the bed. The poor quality of the mattress offered little support to the Agent as she took the full brunt of Tilda’s figure.
Amanda took a deep breath and began spreading out her arms. She was able to break Tilda’s hold over her, but the redhead wisely moved her left hand up to Amanda’s head. Putting the brunette in the perfect position, Tilda cocked her right fist and slammed it straight to the jaw.
The Agent’s ears rang. She knew she had been hit harder, but in that moment she couldn’t remember when. Another fist connected and Amanda felt her head snap to the side. She brought her arms up to get into her guard. Tilda sent another punch down at Amanda’s arms, seemingly to test the strength of the guard. Seemingly satisfied with the strength of her opponent’s guard, Tilda sat herself up and started to beat Amanda’s body. Her punches thumped the agent’s torso. Amanda kept her guard up though, knowing if she gave up her head that Tilda had the power to end her.
So, the SPA Agent let Tilda mark her body up and down. The redhead payed special attention to the ribs, which she seemed intent on breaking. Amanda lied in wait, allowing the assault to continue until finally…
She felt it. Tilda’s hips sunk down lower, her form compromising. Amanda planted her feet into the mattress and snapped her own hips up. Tilda had the weight to make the buck difficult, but Amanda had the power to toss a woman twice Tilda’s size off of her. The redhead flew off of the bed. Amanda rolled over to the opposite side to put it between them. She clutched her side and winced.
Tilda stood, brushing hair out of her face.
“I’ll be honest,” said Tilda. “I expected a little more. I mean, the way you get talked about out there you’re the ultimate badass, unable to be taken down.”
“Sorry for the disappointment,” said Amanda.
She took a deep breath and got back into her stance. She walked around the bed and engaged with Tilda again. They traded a few missing shots. The stoutness of Tilda’s defense definitely impressed Amanda. Still, everyone had holes. It took a while but Amanda finally found Tilda’s. She ducked a right hook and came up with an uppercut. Tilda’s head snapped backwards. Amanda slammed a brutal left into her ribs. Then she followed up with a cutting right hand that had a snapping downward motion, connecting it on Tilda’s cheek. The redhead was in danger. Amanda came up and finally landed that knee to the chin.
Tilda dropped onto her ass. Amanda pounced on her, making the prone woman pay. A few more rights to the cheek and Amanda thought she could finish this fight right here. Of course Tilda wasn’t just going to lay down and let that happen. She was able to grab hold of Amanda’s top and bring her down flat. Shifting her hips, Tilda reversed their position with ease. It seemed as if in a blink of an eye Amanda went from straddling Tilda to Tilda straddling her.
BAM BAM BAM
More savage blows to her chin. Amanda put her guard up, which led Tilda to work the body again. This time the redhead didn’t give her opponent the chance to buck. She worked her way up Amanda’s body until the hips weren’t an issue anymore. Feeling the need to break Amanda’s will, Tilda grabbed her brunette hair and quickly peeled her off of the floor. She flung the agent across the room. Amanda barely caught herself against the wall.
The redhead turned Amanda around and sent another brutal right uppercut to the ribs. Amanda let out a telling groan. She kept her guard up though. Tilda shrugged and just absolutely tenderized Amanda’s body. Flying lefts and rights marked the agent with bright bruises.
Amanda knew she had to do something. She planted her feet on the wall then launched herself forward. Her forearms banged into Tilda’s face. With the attacked stifled, Amanda leapt up and locked her legs around Tilda’s waist. Then she brought down a barrage of blows. Tilda ate them as much as she could until finally regaining her wits. The redhead wrapped her arms around Amanda and squeezed hard while also burying her own face into Amanda’s chest.
The SPA agent howled in pain. The bear-hug made her legs drop from around Tilda, who in turn re-adjusted the brunette to make her hug even more painful. She shifted Amanda around a bit to find a better grip, and with the brunette’s feet off of the floor, she ran forward and pinned Amanda against the wall.
The brunette began to slip down the wall, but Tilda released her hold and grabbed the agent’s chin. Now in a perfect position, Tilda brought her fist back and snapped it forward with blazing speed. Amanda flopped to the floor. The redhead laughed.
“You are a tough one,” she said. “But you’re not in my league.”
She started stomping and kicking Amanda’s body. Her feet brutalizing an already beaten down body. Amanda tried to crawl away, but a soccer kick to the ribs instead made her flop over onto her back. Tilda sank down to her knees and straddled the brunette.
“I’ll admit,” said Tilda. “You put up a better fight than that Agent Orange. Still, you’ll know be the second SPA Agent to lose to me. You should be honored.”
“I’m so glad you’re one of those women who monologues instead of finishes me off when she has the chance,” said Amanda.
Two hands clamped on either side of Tilda’s head. Her vision blurred. Her ears rang. Amanda curled back her fingers and sent her palm screaming through the air square at Tilda’s chin. The redhead’s entire body snapped back. Amanda quickly got on top of her. With a fistful of red hair in one hand, Amanda positioned her legs around Tilda’s neck.
Then the agent squeezed her thighs together. Tilda punched and scratched at Amanda’s legs, but the grip was too firm. The redhead kicked her feet, flailed her arms, and then eventually began to feel herself weaken. Amanda kept the scissors hold on just long enough to make sure Tilda had passed out. She released the hold and limped over to her bag.
Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, Amanda dragged Tilda into the bathroom. Securing the redhead to the shower pipe, Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. Still clutching her ribs, she checked her watch. Agents Pink and June would be moving on Margaret by evening. That didn’t give Amanda much time to go to a doctor. It did however give her plenty of time with Tilda. Or rather Tilda’s laptop, which included particularly helpful information about Margaret Hunt and her body guards.
Amanda realized that Pink and June would probably have to deal with the two bodyguards, which would allow Margaret to sneak into their room and destroy any evidence they had. Amanda couldn’t let that happen.
That evening the SPA Agent snuck into Agent Pink and June’s hotel room. She just wanted to gather the info and leave, but had a feeling she might run into Margaret on the way there. So, she opted for a sturdy black leather jacket she stole from Tilda’s SUV. The armor wouldn’t be enough to save her, but it might buy her precious time. Time that would be absolutely necessary for Pink and June in case things went wrong.
Amanda was in the hotel room when someone else forced their way in. She stayed still as could be, leaning against the wall. She saw Margaret begin to hack into Agent Pink’s laptop. Amanda knew she had to do something. Despite being gravely injured from the night before, Amanda turned on the lamp light.
“Agent Pink would probably kill me if she knew I had been shadowing her this whole time, but what can I say…? It’s hard for me to let go,” said Amanda. “Besides, I can’t let you go ruining months of work. It would dash her confidence.”
The Agent knew in her state she didn’t stand a chance against a world-renowned assassin. She had put her faith in Agent Pink to come and save her. She had put her faith in her friend. Her inexperienced friend who had never completed a solo mission in her life. She was dealt a bad hand. But she had to have faith that her friend would come through for her.
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Nice fight! Always thought we need more Hendricks on the forum, and it's nice to see Agent Blue get a good win.
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Creator of this has moved their work over to FCBA forum here: https://fcba.freeforums.net/board/350/spa-universe
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Great. Much easier to find the stories