Okay… so I was tired and I wasn’t able to hide it. I was looking at her; her thighs were flexing and they seemed to shake and her mouth was making funny movements. We had been going at it in Wal-mart for ten minutes that felt like ten days. Every other time I threw a punch, she’d grab my arm and sling me into a shelf or hit me in the stomach or take me down and put me in a submission… then, let me go. Don’t get me wrong; I was getting my shots in and she was groaning, but it seemed like she knew I was doubting myself and she was feeding off of it.
“What’s wrong, Marissa?” she said with me on my hands and knees, her on her back with her legs wrapped around my neck in a choke and her arms folded behind her head in a relaxed position, “I thought you would like having your face mashed against my pussy. Why don’t you give it a kiss.”
“Ewww!!!” I said, “I’m not giving you anything but a beat down!”
“So far,” she said, “You’re not giving me much of a workout.”
“You’re the one breathing hard!” I fired back
“You’re the one losing,” she said with all the calm, staring deep into my eyes, like she could see every flaw and weakness I had. I got my arms under her, lifted her up… her butt was bigger than I thought, but I threw her right into a table of free samples of mini-sausages and cheese. She made a loud noise and she was down for a bit, so I casually walked over and tried a sample.
“Mmm, green onion tastes better than the Cajun kind,” what could I say? I love food. I offered her one, but she grabbed my arm and yanked herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Come on now,” I said, deliberately trying to sound like I‘m whining, “I don’t want to fight anymorrrrrre. I’m hungryyyyyy; I barely got any sleep last niiiiiiight. My house is a mess; why don’t you go finish shoppinnnnnng?”
“Come on, Marissa; you can take her!!”
“Fuck her up, Siena!!”
“Please Marissa, don’t give up!!”
A woman came up to us with a little girl who must’ve been about three. “Tell Marissa what happened?” the woman said to the little girl
“Dat lay-bee wit me,” she said, pointing at Siena… but I knew the little girl was lying because she was smiling and laughing, “She wit me! She wit me in ma nose and she step on ma twoes.”
“She hit my little girl, Marissa!” the mother said angrily, “Kick her fucking ass NOW!!”
Siena was squeezing me and it was hurting and she was whispering all sorts of sexual stuff in my ear… I just wanted to go home. Bad enough, I didn’t remember where I left my basket and the store was getting more and more crowded by the second.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you, Ms. Blaze, but you’re really pushing it,” I said, “I respect my elders, but you’re going too far.”
“I don’t think you could hurt me, Marissa,” that’s all I needed before I grabbed her thighs and squeezed them, gritting my teeth in her face as I saw her hiss, then “ahhhhh” turned into “AIYEEEEEEEE!!!!” and then, she let go and I gave her a double palm thrust to her breasts… I didn’t want to, but that’s where I hit her. She went staggering back, making an “UUF!!” sound and I moved in on her quickly. I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine and I gave her an underhanded punch right to the pit of her stomach. I was surprised when she went “ULFF!!! Ohhhh” and folded over easily. Her stomach was tight… well, until I hit it, that is haha. It was kind of like breaking an egg and she stayed folded over my fist and I felt the air go out of her in a big exhale, then she went down. My eyes were blinded by all of the flashbulbs and I started to worry because I know how Siena Blaze fans can be… they’ll fight you themselves. Then, I heard her gurgling to make words.
“You… you did good… kid,” she said, and I honestly felt sorry for her, “I’ll pay you… to work for me…how’s three million dollars sound?”
My eyes were probably the size of grapefruits…
“THREE MILLION DOLLARS?!!!!” I screamed. I pulled her to her feet, grabbed her hand, and shook it and she winced from my grip. I was thinking about all the ice cream and cookies… I could get a huge twenty story vault like Scrooge McDuck and fill it up with pizza rolls and chicken wings and everything I could ever want and never leave.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, “So uhm, Ms. Blaze…”
“Call me Siena please,” she said, still holding her stomach, “I’ll follow you home and you can drop your car off there. Then, you can go for a ride with me and we‘ll talk about the specifics.”
“Well, Ms. Blaze, err,” I said, running my fingers through my hair, “I don’t have a car… I came here on my bike.”
“Then we’ll bring it with us,” she sighed, “How old are you anyway?”
“I’m eighteen,” I said with a smile, “I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago and I’m getting ready to graduate from high school, but three million dollars will certainly make a great career for me. What kind of work will I be doing?”
“You’re just a kid,” she said kinda confused, “My people said you were in your twenties, but come to think of it… you do act like a kid, and you are a bit of an early bloomer with your body. You threw me off.”
“Hey, I‘m an adult and I was old enough to beat you,” I said with a grin, “A deal’s a deal. Three million dollars to work for you.”
She looked at me funny as we walked to her smoke gray Hummer and put the bike in the back.
“Can I drive it?” I said
“No.”
“What’s that button do?”
“Don’t touch that. It’s the self-destruct.”
“Why would you have a self destruct in--”
“I don’t; I just need to think, that’s all. Here, sign this contract and you work for me. You’re guaranteed three million dollars. And kid… relax.”
“I can’t relax when I’m hungry. When do we eat?”
“I’m driving you there now. But I don’t eat in any old place.”
She turns the radio up loud and this heavy metal is blasting in my ears. I turn it down.
“Hasn’t anybody ever told you that when you’re riding with someone else, you don’t touch the radio?” she said
“What is that, anyway?” I said… hey look, I’m not used to that type of music.
“Alice In Chains,” she said, “Them Bones.”
“More like Alice in pain,” I said and she laughed
“You don’t even know the relevance of what you just said,” she replied
“Got any Madonna?” I asked with a smile, “That’s one of the older singers I know.”
For some reason, as soon as I said “Madonna,” she made a face that wasn’t a happy one.
“I feel like such a pervert for the things I told you when we were fighting,” she said, “True enough, you’re legally an adult, but you act like you just turned eight, not eighteen.”
“I’ll act older if you get me some pizza… and I like deep dish with stuffed crust and lots of meat.”
Siena drove me to West Hollywood and we ate at The Palm, rated one of the best restaurants in the city and a great steakhouse. I ate steak after steak after steak.
“You eat like a Conehead,” she said, “Slow down.”
“What’s a cone head? Does this place have ice cream?” I said, “This baked potato is the bomb. You should try it.”
“Nevermind,” she said, “Somebody get the girl some ice cream!! Am I gonna have to burp you after you finish?”
“Sounds like I burped you when I punched you in the stomach,” I chuckled between bites of the third prime rib, “So uhm, what kind of work am I going to be doing for you? I’m a 4.0 student and I’m glad you recognize my scholarly achievements.”
“You’re gonna be fighting, kid,” she said
“WHAT?” I looked at her and sucked in a strand of spaghetti and licked my lips of the sauce, eying the last meatball.
“What did you think?” she said
“I figured you’d want me to tell you how to run your company,” I said sticking my fork in the meatball. The thing was the size of my head. She almost laughed at me.
“That would be nice,” she chuckled, “But we’ve been watching the videos of you and you’ve got natural ability and you’ve got a great future in the business.”
“I’ve got to tinkle,” I said, getting up, “I’ll be back.”
I went to the bathroom and cursed myself for being so stupid… but wait a minute. Three million dollars, though. That was the thing; she signed me for three million dollars and I saw the contract… my mind took a picture of it and it’s funny to read something in your mind when you didn’t read it when you were signing it, but that’s what I needed to do now. I didn’t see anything too bad; it said that I would work for her for a year and would have the minimum amount of tour dates. Then, someone banging on my stall door.
“Siena, I’ll be out in a second,” I said, but then, the door flew open and this black haired girl in black leather and with pale skin was staring at me… she had on spiked heels.
“Ummm,” I said, “This isn’t a two seater, girl. This stall is occupied, now can I please pee in peace?”
A whip lashed me across the neck and she tugged and pulled me right off the toilet and right across the floor… but the floor was clean. She stepped on the back of my neck with her spiked heel connected to one of her ridiculously long legs. I didn’t know how tall she was, but with those things on, she had to be over six feet. You’d think I’d be surprised, but no; I was used to this by now. Not to mention, it was West Hollywood.
“Hello, Marissa,” she said, “I’m Dominique Trix. Get it? I‘ve heard about you and you‘ve got a cute pussy. I think I‘ll break you and then, my business will be booming and maybe, I‘ll make you one of my girls.”
“Do I have to?” I said, “I’ve already got a new job that seems like it’s going to be painful, and right now, I’ve got… OWWWW!!”
The bitch stepped on my hand with that spiked heel and the point of her whip hit my bare ass.
“Stay down, slave,” she said, “Now lick my boot.”
“How about I kick you coot,” I said and yanked the whip, spun myself to my feet, and body slammed her on the floor. I got up and pulled my shorts back up, buttoning them. I came at her, but she put her foot right into my stomach, and despite my shirt, the point of the heel found its way into my bellybutton.
“OWWWW!!! My bellybutton!!!!” I screamed… it hurt so bad and hurt me enough that she was able to get her awkward ass back up while I was looking to see if she had cut me. I couldn’t believe this.
“If my ice cream melted,” I said, “I’m gonna make you eat it!!!”
She cracked that whip at me again, but I dodged it and punched her in the stomach; she dropped the whip and blew right in my face… thank heavens her breath didn’t stink and she folded over. I hooked my arms under her and started to power bomb her, but she stood straight up and back body dropped me right on the floor. That hurt and I felt some of the air rush out of me.
“Now slave,” she said, “Your breaking will begin.”
I spun on my head, wind milling my legs and got to my feet.
“How’s that for breaking?” I said, smiling. I had seen break dancing on television and some of the kids in the neighborhood did it. But I had never tried it before… kinda made me feel a bit dizzy… or maybe it was all the food I’d eaten… or maybe it was just me getting sick of these female village people rejects from a bad reality show challenging me. She lunged at me; yup, even with those ridiculously high shoes on, she lunged at me. I guess I was surprised by it because she got her hands around my neck and starting trying to choke me, but I grabbed her belly and gave it a squeeze.
“YEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!” she screamed and went down holding her stomach
“Got gas?” I said, “They might have some Tums or X-Lax at that gas station down the street. But you know what I heard is a good way to get rid of pain in one part of the body? Pain in another part, ha ha!!”
I yanked her up by her big breasts and squeezed both of them… it wasn’t exactly how I fight, but this girl hurt my bellybutton and I think that after Siena’s punches, it deserved a break. Her eyes kept bugging out and I could tell her breasts were fake. I punched her and she tumbled out the door into the main restaurant. Siena was still there and so was my ice cream. I started licking my lips and moving towards it, then I felt my arm being bent behind my back and another arm snaking around my neck, choking me in a chickenwing… mmm, chicken wings.
“Now, I’m going to beat you at last, Marissa!” Bianca… she just didn’t know when to quit. I brought my other elbow back and rammed it into her stomach and listened to the overly dramatic “OHHHHHHH!!!!” that came from her as she backed into the wall, holding her stomach. I spun her around, reached into her pants and grabbed her panties, pulled her into the bathroom, then I hung her on the rack for the towels and went back to my ice cream. Siena didn’t seem at all surprised by what happened. It was almost as if she expected it. But I couldn’t care less… I had the biggest banana split ice cream pig I’d ever seen and I just went crazy eating it while she pulled out a laptop and started working. I would glance at her computer and in an instant, I knew the whole OPW roster, the scheduling dates, all kinds of stuff.
“We’ve got an event tonight, Marissa,” she said, “I want you to come and be there. It’s in Staples Center.”
“I can’t afford it,” I said, “Since you’re the owner and that makes it your event, do you think you could get me a ticket? I’ll pay you back when you give me my first paycheck.”
“You know, for such a smart girl, you can say some really… naïve things,” she said, “You’re going with me. You don’t need a ticket.”
“Oh good,” I said jumping up and rubbing my belly, “What kind of food do they have at Staples Center?”
Her eyes widened and we left. She brought me back to my house, but then something weird happened. I let her in, I turned, and she was gone. I started to work on fixing the mess, but her Hummer was still in the driveway… I went upstairs and found her sleeping in my bed, wearing a pair of my pajamas, and holding my big white teddy bear… what… the… hell?
After I fixed the mess and had a bag of popcorn, I guess I fell asleep on the couch, but when I woke up, I was wearing a gold dress and at Staples Center in Siena’s limousine with a pass around my neck.
“And tell Bobby not to fuck up on the pyro this time,” I could see Siena standing outside the limo talking to some fat guy with a thick moustache, “Kid acts like he ate paint chips as a child…. No, I got her message. You know how Kimberly fucking Chaucer is; but she does call when she’s running late and I don’t have to call her back since I got the message, no matter what that crazy bitch told you…. How’s your wife anyway? Is she here? Tell her I‘ve got you working hard, heh heh… yeah, I got some new blood in there. I‘m making superstars, man, superstars.”
I saw the champagne bottles in the bucket and I saw shrimp cocktails sitting on a tray… I’ve never had that before and I ate every single one, then one glass, two glasses, three glasses. When Siena stuck her head in the limo, I was caught and I saw this group of people with her, some male, some female.
“Let’s just have the meeting inside guys,” she said to them, “The champagne and food is inside.”
Siena gave me a look; it was a smile, and she said, “You can sit wherever you want in there and have whatever you want. But try to stay out of trouble; that means stay away from the locker room area. There are a lot of conflicting personalities in OPW and I don’t want my three million dollar investment ruined before she even debuts. I didn’t have a problem with that. I just went to a suite and ordered about fifty things. But I just had to get up and walk around a bit. What was she talking about, “conflicting personalities?” The show hadn’t even started yet and I headed for the locker room area. I had on a pass that Siena said could get me anywhere in the building, so they let me back there. And I saw something that made me duck into the bathroom… Hood. The girl who challenged me in the field; she was walking with some short girl with brown hair, a bunch of tattoos, and a thick English accent, like she should be teaching an etiquette class or something. I wasn’t afraid of Hood; as far as I was concerned, I had beaten her. It was just that I didn’t want to get into another fight. I got out of the bathroom and there was this blonde haired girl going in; she was about an inch taller than I was and she was dressed in a red dress.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” she said
“Nothing,” I responded with a chuckle, “Absolutely nothing.”
“You better watch yourself, you little bitch,” she said sneering at me, “I’m Bionic Karin; I’ll kick your fucking ass.”
“But I’m still a virgin,” I said with a smile, “So, you’ve put my ass in the wrong category.”
She threw a punch at me, but I caught it, squeezed her hand and shoved her into the bathroom. Then I turned around and walked smack into a pair of boobs just as Karin was coming back at me. I fell on my butt and I looked up… she was 6’2” and wearing a green dress that fit her well; she had light brown skin and light eyes with long black hair and a nice shade of red to her lipstick… but I was still looking at her boobs.
“I’m up here,” she said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but back here in this area, we don’t do scraps.”
“You’re a hypocrite, Glory,” Karin said, “You fight backstage all the time. And that doesn’t matter anyway. She attacked me!”
“I don’t care,” Glory said and now, I recognized her; she looked a lot different without the Mohawk and the one pieces and all the ferocity, “Get up and get out of here. You want to fight? Do it in a ring; do it in a cage; do it in a street; just don‘t do it back here.”
And with that, she walked away. Karin turned and looked at me, saying, “This isn’t over.”
I went cautiously back to my suite; that was all I needed of the locker room area. I just kept telling myself “three million dollars.” By then, the card had started and I heard nothing but cheering and screaming and chanting, so I turned on the television, turned up the sound, but I watched the show from the seats on the deck of the suite. I was enjoying myself; I had everything I could want to eat… and then it happened. Kimberly Chaucer, the lady from “One On One” who’s Asian and makes almost forty million dollars a year interviewing people, came to the ring and said this.
“Before we have your main event tonight, I am here because it’s time for another Chaucer Challenge. Yes, one of these lucky fake ass cat fighting bitches is going to get a chance at a special prize. And what do all you greedy ass bitches want, huh? Money!! Last time I did a Chaucer Challenge, Marie B’s nasty shitty ass accepted and she wound up interviewing Echo and getting her ass kicked, but I wound up fighting Allison Payne… and that didn’t go too well for me. So, I’m looking to make better on this next one. I’ve been watching these stupid youtube videos of this redheaded bitch who everyone calls “The Fighting Honor Student.” Her name is Marissa Simmons and she lives here in Los Angeles (see my story “Rivals” for more on Marissa); you know what? I see this little girl with her nonchalant attitude on these videos and she acts like she’s better than everybody else! She uses those dumb one liners and that innocent smile and she really is full of herself!! She walks around like she’s Michael fucking Jackson!! Fuck that bitch!!! You’ve got all these famous for nothing people here in this shitty city!! Paris Hiltons and Kim Kardashians and Bristol Palins and Kate Gosselin and Octo-mom and all these bitches who didn’t work for anything, but they’re all over the television… and now, this bitch. I thought Hood was pathetic… I thought Marie B. was pathetic… but Marissa takes the cake!
I know she is… because you are a bunch of fucking degenerate losers (crowd boos). I wish she was here so that I could kick her ass, but then again, you losers would love to see a professional journalist and interview icon like me get my nails dirty on someone like her, wouldn’t you? Well, fat fucking chance, Los Angeles! So, as I was saying, to the Chaucer Challenge. Any woman who takes out Marissa Simmons and brings me concrete evidence that you did it will receive one million dollars in cash, because most of you stupid bitches probably don’t have bank accounts and think a direct deposit is code for anal sex. That is my challenge; find that bitch; take her out; bring me evidence; win one million dollars. Oh and FEMALES ONLY… you know how some folks don’t understand something the first million times you say it.”
WHAT?
?? And then, she puts my face on the big screen so that everyone can see it. I had to get out of there.
“Room service!!”
More food!! I mean, I had ordered another pizza, so I had to get it. When I opened the door… wham!! A punch hit me in the nose and dropped me flat on my back; my dress rode up.
“Marissa… you didn’t shave”… Bianca… but she had the pizza; she just put it down and closed the door.
“Oh, it’s just you,” I said, “I was expecting a challenge, like maybe a million members of Xerxes’ Immortals or the Jedi council or the ladies from The View. Hey, they can be pretty tough, especially Whoopi Goldberg.”
“Fuck you, Marissa!!” she rumbled, ripping off her room service outfit and she had on a dark purple, like as in almost black one piece with an oval opening showing her stomach and her deep triangular shaped navel, “I’m going to beat you once and for all!”
“Right,” I said getting to my feet, “And then, you’ll wake up.”
She rushed me, smiling ear to ear and I waited for her so that I could hit her with my palm strike, but she stopped outside of my range and threw an underhanded shot that hit me just below my breasts in my solar plexus… “OUGH!!” I cried and folded forward and she cracked me with a right cross to my jaw, grabbed me by my arm and slung me into the couches, knocking one over. I had to admit, I didn’t expect to be on the floor, and she ran at me again and I figured I’d just bend over and tackle her to knock the wind out of her, but as soon as I bent over, she leapfrogged me, grabbing my head and throwing me as she landed. I flipped upside down and landed across a chair, my stomach across the neck of the chair as I let out an “OOF!!! Ahhh!!!” I tried to stand back up fast, but she helped me by grabbing my hair and punching me in the jaw, “Unnhh!!” I groaned from the punch and I knocked me back down.
“I don’t hear you talking, bitch,” she said as she ran at me
“I was just observing a moment of silence for your pride, Bianca,” I said as I kicked the chair into her, but she hurdled it and dove on me, grabbing my wrists and pinning me down. I was far stronger than she was, even if she was taller than I was. I pushed my wrist up and put my feet on her stomach, kicking her off, but she did a backflip in midair and drove both her booted feet down on my stomach and I let out a “WHOOOSH!!!” as she stood on me and looked down. I knew my eyes were wide and I knew I was breathing heavily.
“Is that all you got?” I said, cracking a weak smile, “By the way, you look like an anorexic eggplant in that outfit. I‘ve got pizza if you want some… but you already know that. Thanks for bringing it.”
I grabbed the tips of her shoes and bent her toes back forcing her to fall backwards, but she cartwheels backwards and as I get to my feet, I duck a spinning kick and slam a hook to her ribs and an uppercut to her chin, knocking her back a few steps, but when I rush in, she does a split to avoid my next two punches, rises and head butts me under the chin, slams another uppercut into my stomach, “UHH!!” I groaned and I felt my legs buckling and I couldn’t get them to stay steady as she grabbed me by my hair and chopped me across my throat… “ACKKK!!!” I grabbed my throat and backed up, looking at her as she threw a thrust kick into my stomach, knocking me through the glass display and back onto the balcony… I rolled down the few stairs and hit my head on the railing as she came down to grab me, but I threw a palm strike right on her bellybutton… “OOP!!” she cried as she jumped. I grabbed her around her waist, spun her and threw her in a belly to belly suplex up the stairs, then I jump kicked her back into the living room of the suite.
“I missed the main event because of you,” I said, “You’re lucky I got in free or else I’d be taking my refund out of your ass instead of just getting the usual.”
“You talk too much,” she said as we circled each other. She jabbed me in the chin, punched me in the stomach with a straight right that forced an “OOF!!” from me, and hurt me with a right to my left side, then she knocked me down with a left uppercut under my chin.
“Soooo,” I said, my head spinning and I was just so surprised at how much she’d gotten better, “Are you doing this for that Chaucer Challenge?”
“No,” she laughed, “I’ll show you why I’m doing this.”
I got to my feet, but she hit me right in the stomach so hard, I didn’t make a sound. I doubled over and she grabbed me by my wrists and pinned me against the wall… then, it really happened… she shoved her tongue in my mouth and kissed me. Then, she grabbed my crotch.
“This is what I want, Marissa,” she said, “You’ve grown on me… if I can’t beat you, I will take you, all of you.”
What… the… hell?
She stepped back and saw that I was confused and weirded out by this… but that was all I needed. I gave her a shy smile, then I hit her right in the jaw with a right cross from hell. She dropped and I grabbed the pizza and ran for my life.
“You won’t deny me, Marissaaaaaa!!” I could hear her yelling as I got to the elevator. Surprisingly, no one recognized me and before I knew it, I was back at Siena’s limo. I opened the door and dove in, ducking low… and then I realized my head was on Siena’s lap.
“Marissa, I didn’t know you cared,” she said and she sounded drunk
“Get me out of here!!!!” I yelled
“Oh, the Kimberly Chaucer thing?” she said
"This is crazy!!!" I said; I just couldn't take it anymore; this was too weird and every time somebody looked at me on the way out, I still cringed. As weird as it seems admitting this, as fearless as I was... this was scary, and as scary as Siena was... I kinda felt safe around her.
“No one’s gonna touch you while you’re with me, but I've got shit to do tomorrow. I'll put you some place where you'll be okay, but if you step out of there... you're fair game, kid. Driver, to my beach house… chop chop!!”
"I hope you've got a packed refrigerator," I said, munching on a piece of pizza while we sped away
What a weird day. And I had a feeling it was only going to get weirder.
To be continued…
