Stephanie: *That shot to the knee is like a huge road block that the engine I had been trying to build up steam runs into and just derails. Gawd, you keep going after them!! And holding onto your hips I’m thinking if I could just get a breather, just get a chance to get my feet under me again so to speak. But you're not going to give me that chance. You push back up against the column and as I’m pressed flat against it I look into your face and see a rock hard determination there.*
*But then I feel your fingers dig in hard around the shoulder straps of my bra and as your foot comes up I think I’m in for another ab bruising kick. But it just rests there. And then I suddenly see what your plan is* Wait a minute here. . . Becca . . wa. . . wwaaaahhh!!!!! *As you roll down onto your back and pull me with you, held up by your left leg until the forward momentum flips me all the way over and I land hard on my back* UUUUGGGHHH!!! *Back arching up for a second, both hands going to the small of my back as my feet kick at the floor before falling back, groaning softly* Gaawwdd. . .
Rebecca: My hands released your top as I extended my leg... wincing as the pressure on my knee caused a shooting pain, but the flip and your subsequent groan made that easily worth it. I roll over onto my belly as I see you on your back, kicking the floor in pain. I scramble forward, throwing myself forward... crashing into you as you (understandably!) suffer and groan on your back...
My chest crashing atop your face as I flop atop you at a slight angle... both of my arms grabbing for your left arm as I try to tie it up... my right arm twisting as I try to wrap around it, with my left gripping at your wrist and pressing my arm into it... going for an impromptu arm lock as I try to hyperextend your elbow, working it in an effort to show you I know a hold or two myself... panting as my chest heaves down at you.
Stephanie: *I’m still groaning in pain, and trying to get in a full deep breath after getting the wind knocked out of me in the monkey flip. But you don't give me any of that time. Flipping over you just pounce on me like some kind of wild animal, your gorgeous enclosed chest coming down on my face in an sudden smother. The smell of your sweat, and whatever soap you used earlier, fills my head as I try and get in a breath. But the smother may only be accidental as I suddenly feel a shooting pain in my left arm* AAAAAIIIEEE!!! *My scream muffled by your chest as you work in the arm lock*
*My feet are really kicking the floor now. Frantically as the pain shoots from my wrist all the way up to my elbow. My head I trying to shake desperately, but my movements are constrained by your girls, as even through your top, they try and mold around my face* NNNGGGHHHHHH!!! aaaaaahhh!! GAAWWWDD!!! *My free right hand flailing desperately as the pain increases*
Rebecca: Leaning into you, letting my weight do some of the work, I press the hold.... it isn't nearly as tight or scientific as a fully trained grappler would do, but it does seem to be having its effect, as your screams and flailing arm indicate. My chest heaves as I press into you, and I can feel the electric jolt of adrenaline as I torture your arm, feeling no remorse as I recall the pain in my knee from your leg bar. I twist my shoulders to add to the pressure, bucking into you. You can't see it, but a cruel smile is all over my face as I hear you scream.
"Not god, no... I’m good but not that good... grrrrrrrrr" I lean in, working the hold. "But all this can be over if you just tap, blondie. Tap, as well as tell me that I’m the better woman. I want to hear you say the words this time, I’m not going to let you off with only a simple tap out. Now.... why don't you start BEGGING!" I snarl as I work your arm over.
Stephanie: *The pain is almost mind numbing. My kicking feet are starting to lose some of their energy. And you can't see it, but under your chest tears are starting to leak from my eyes. I try and bridge up, knowing it's almost certainly useless. Not only is it useless, it actually increases the pressure on my elbow, unleashing another loud scream of pain* AAAHHHH!!!!!!! *And as you trash me, showing how firmly you're in control right now, I feel a sinking feeling inside my chest. I can't go down 0-2 to you. I. . . can't!! Desperation floods my thinking. I’ll do anything to get out, but I won't beg you. Fuck you. And anger starts mixing with the desperation*
*Any hope for me getting out of this is sinking fast. I curl my right arm at the elbow, trying to figure out how you're positioned on top of me, and I feel your leg. Your left leg. And the knee that a few minutes ago I had trapped in a leg bar. thinking this may be my only shot, I make a fist with my right hand and with everything I’ve got slam it down into the back of your left knee, praying that it's enough to make you let me go*
Rebecca: "Aahh isn't good enough... I told you what I want, bitch, and I will do what I need to get it. So if you want this arm, start begging!" I snarl. I’m not psychotic enough, even in my hyper state, to actually permanently damage your arm, but I know how painful a joint hold is (see the pain in my knee!) and I know I need to wear you down mentally, so I scream as I work the hold, trying to bully you into submission. I feel you bridging under me as you face presses up into my top and cleavage. "I said tap, not squirm!" I snarl and I shift my grip slightly, tightening up the hold as I work my arms more expertly around yours, behind and in front of your arm, and moving it to the side, away from the floor to give a better angle for pressure.
I feel your hand groping about at my left leg. "No, you aren't getting that lock on again, that is not getting you out of this!" I hiss but it isn't the lock you were looking for. I scream in pain as your punch hits. "AAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shout as pain shoots up my leg. On reflex my grip loosens, and that is the cue you were looking for as you slip it mostly free of my grasp. I could try to re-grab but I know you won't let me have the leverage to get you back in that position... and fuck my leg hurts! So I roll off of you, releasing you as I roll away and to my knees, wincing as I rub my knee and put my weight on the right one. "Oh you fucking slut..." I hiss as I plan ways to make you pay for that!
Stephanie: *As soon as my fist makes impact with the back of your knee I slip my left arm free and roll away from you. Up to my knees, I lean back against the side of the stair case that goes up the second story of the library. Sweat covers my body now, my blonde hair is pulled half out of its ponytail. But right now I’m just cradling my left arm. The pain is slowly receding to be replaced by a pins and needles numbness. I try to gently shake it out a few times, wincing as the pins feeling increases* Gawd you're a cxnt. . . *I growl, rubbing the back of my right hand under my nose as I slowly work up to my feet, my back pressed to the half wall that encloses the staircase*
*And for a moment we just stare at each other, across the several feet that separate us. Battered and bruised, but neither of us by any means finished. I suddenly smile, a smile that rises as much as from a the joy of competition as from the fact that I managed not to give in and can still win this* I’ve needed this. . . *I whisper, as if sharing a great secret. And with that I slide around to the foot of the stairs, almost offering you a chance to get to your feet*
Rebecca: My hands press down on the carpet as I see you shift your position, backing to the foot of the stairs. I push off my hands and rise to my feet, still wincing from the pain in my knee. "If I’m a cxnt, then I am the cxnt who is going to own your ass... twice." I say, flipping two fingers on my right hand out, to make my point. And I know what you need about 'needing this'... to the point that I don't even trash talk that, make a joke about needing to be beaten, I just nod slightly as I move to my side, liing up with you... eyes glancing at the staircase behind you. My chest heaves as I wipe sweat from my face with the back of my hand.
A few strands of hair have fallen out of the pon ail and across my face, but mostly it has stayed surprisingly in place. I breathe hard as my eyes lock with yours. I wiggle my fingers at you. "Let's see if you've still got anything in the tank, Steph" I say as I urge you on, hoping to goad you into a charge.
Stephanie: *There's even more intensity now, as we line each other up, my back to the foot of the stairs. I’d had been hoping that you'd lunge in at me, but you're obviously too smart for that* Twice?? Think again bitch. Tonight you go down, and I’ve got a dozen ideas of how you make you submit to me. . . *And as I turn my body to keep facing you I catch the back of my feet on the bottom step. Stumbling slightly in an apparent trip, I sit down hard on the second step. My hands reach out behind me to try and soften my fall*
*But it's all another ruse. A ruse which I hope will bring you in closer. Because what you may not have seen, but I saw as I backed up to the bottom of the stairs, was that before they left for break, someone left a stack of magazines on the that second step. And as my hand rest behind me I grab one of them, and as you come in closer I suddenly whirl my right arm around and sling the fluttering periodical toward your face before charging in right behind it, jumping in the air and looking for a kind of cross body, to slam my body into yours at right angles and send us tumbling down to the carpet again*
Rebecca: I see you stumble and it sets off all my predator instincts. I curl back my lips in a sneer and hiss, my body tensing as I lunge forward, about to crash into you and work you against those stairs, planning all sorts of ways to torture you. But instead, a flutter of magazines fills my face unexpectedly. "WHA?" I cry out, coming up short, arms raising defensively on instinct, to cover my face... and you use that, hurling yourself forward, slamming into me and sending me crashing to the carpet behind me in a slamming takedown.
I hit the carpet on my back with an OOOOFffff and I feel a sting of some rug-burn on my bare back. I groan and my hands go for your hair, yanking as I try hauling you off me... the impact had me a bit slower though, and your fingers already found a grip on me... so as I jerk to the side, you pull with me, and we roll on the carpet, struggling... legs thrashing, hissing, growling... each trying to end up on top as we crash across the library floor...
Stephanie: *With an almost warlike screech of rage I hurl myself at you and as our bodies collide I feel the press of skin on skin as we go tumbling back down onto the rough carpet. This isn't the soft home variety. This is rough industrial carpet, made to withstand the tread of college students year after year, dropped food, and dirty shoes. As you snag into my hair I latch hard into yours. And then it's almost a catball. Hissing and screeching like the cats it's named after. It’s only my good fortune, and your bad, that when our roll is stopped by the reference desk I happen to be on top*
*As our roll comes to a halt, both of us latches into each other’s hair. The sting of the pull is bringing tears to my eyes and I grit my teeth against the pain. Jerking your head roughly to one side, I try and slam the side of your head against the reference desk before struggling to untangle my legs from yours. As I stagger back up to my feet I use my grip on your hair to pull you up with me and then force your face down onto the reference desk. And right there is the little hand scanner they use to scan books* Let's see how much you're worth here missy!! *Grabbing the hand scanner I start flashing it across your eyes* Huh! Doesn’t register! You must be one pretty cheap bitch!!
Rebecca: We crash across the carpet, and my largely bare back takes plenty of the abuse: this rough, ragged industrial carpet is none too soft on the skin. I can guarantee only the most desperate undergrads have snuck off here for a quickie. The primal force of our clash comes to the fore again as we roll about, snarling and yanking hair, legs intertwined, nails digging into scalps even as the fingers yank hair. There's something even more intense, if possible, about this clash between us than the first on the yacht: something more visceral. The energy level is amazing. This is what I have been missing in my fights with those others...
Well, that is what I thought until we ended at the desk, and the gods of chance smile on Steph, leaving her on top. I groan as you smack my head against the side of the desk, leaving me gasping and my hands hanging in your hair now, rather than pulling. As you jerk me to my feet, it is clear that the band that was containing my hair has snapped under the abuse. I feel you haul me up and then smack my cheek down onto the desk. I’m still groaning and I don't quite understand your comment until there is a blinding zap of light. I squeal in shock and close my eyes, still seeing the afterimage as I shake my head... flashbacks to the lamp in the yacht, but dialed up to 11. I groan as my hands come to my eyes, out of your hair now as I rub them, sweating hard, gasping and distracted, with minor rug burns visible on my back and sides.
Stephanie: *My entire body is quivering with energy now. I know it's adrenaline that's keeping me going at this point, but right now I feel more alive, more in tune, than I have since that fateful night on the yacht. Even when I was losing, I still felt more vibrant than I have for months. as I lift you up by your ankles, holding you horizontal now, your upper body supported by the desk, your ankles in my hand I grin at those red marks I see on your back* You're mine this time Becca!! *And pulling my right foot back I swing it back up, aiming a hard kick for your abs. ONCE! TWICE!! Before hauling back, trying to send you crashing face down back onto the carpet*
Rebecca: I am still gasping and groaning from the blinding light (and not to mention the impact of my skull on that desk before it!) when you grab at my ankles... hauling them up so I am horizontal to the floor. I squirm weakly, then feel your feet SLAM into my abs, once; twice! I’m worried there will be a thrice but you have a different plan, and you jerk hard towards you. I try grabbing at the desk, but all I catch is the scanner, and my luck, it isn't wired. I slide off the desk and you twist on my ankles, so I fall hard front-first to the rough carpet at the feet of the desk. I at least manage to cover my head with my arms, since they were up to rub my eyes already...
The cross of my arms taking some of the brunt, but I still gasp as I crash down. I kick my legs hard, blindly but angrily, trying to yank them free of your grip even as I moan in pain, my hair a dark mop around my head as I stare at the ancient carpet in anger... blinking as I start to be able to focus on the rough fibers and not the blinding light.
Stephanie: *I hissssss with satisfaction as you go crashing down onto the carpet in front of me. Your arms are up, which definitely lessens the impact to your face, which is disappointing. But then it could have realistically knocked you out, and with how powerful I’m suddenly feeling in this match, I want you awake. I want you awake to feel every bit of this. You kick your ankles free of my grip, but I had already half left them go, so I just let your legs flop down onto the carpet. I start to walk up toward your head, around your left side. Confident now, measured steps* You wanted to know what I’ve got left, huh? HUH??? *Growling down at you as I get to your head*
*Reaching down I dig my fingers into your hair again, making sure my nails scrape across your scalp. Using that grip to haul you up again, but trying to keep you bent over at the waist. I start dragging you back into the stack of books* Come on Becca. . . *My breaths coming deeper now as we stumble barefoot back towards the study tables* We've got some more studying to do!! *Jerking your head roughly side to side*
Rebecca: I groan and stagger as you yank me up, my arms tucking under my chest as you keep me bent over after hauling me to my feet. I can feel your nails scratching at my scalp even as your fingers yank my prettier black tresses. My chest and abs heave as I gasp, still feeling the impact of your kicks. I groan as you drag me towards the stacks and the study tables, letting out a moan of pain as you keep on my dizziness, jerking my head side to side...
But one thing about me... at some point the abuse starts to piss me off even more than it damages me. And that taunting, arrogant tone you take as you drag me towards the tables is grating on me. I grit my teeth but stifle a growl, even as you keep shaking and jerking on my head. I hiss and snap my right fist out in a short, quick gut punch at your abs, and then try to straighten up rapidly, hoping the blow caused you to gasp enough to let me push against your grip... swinging my left hand up at your lips and nose... the left hand that still as the hand-scanner in it! UMPH!! I grunt as I swing hard trying to come up between your arms and target your pretty face!!
Stephanie: *I’ve just managed to get you back to the study area and surrounding stacks when you seem to wake up of your daze. If there's one problem I’ve always had in fights, it's that once I manage to get into a controlling position I get over confident. I don't continue the hard hitting assault that I should, and tonight is no different. And you make me pay. In spades. we've just reached the first table when your short quick jab at my tummy makes me bend over slightly, my body turning to face yours more directly* Uufffff. . .
*It's not a super hard hit, but it's enough to stagger me, and the effect is greater than it may have been considering the beating we've put on each other already tonight. But what I’m not expect is the sudden upward flash of movement and the sudden bright FLASH of light and pain as that scanner smacks me right in the face* AAAAHHHH!!! *My hands fly out of your hair and I topple backward to actually sit down in one of the hard wooden chairs next to that first desk. Bright spots flash in my vision, and my right hand goes up to my nose, coming away with just a bit of bright red staining my fingers* Uuggghhh. . .
Rebecca: I pant as I hear you straighten up and let me go, and you fall backwards. I toss my hair back and glare, seeing you in the hard wooden chair, it creaks as your weight hits it and shifts from the impact, turning slightly as you sit there, shocked. I see your fingers go to your nose, and a few small dots coming away from it. A more rational version of myself might feel bad about that. But I’m not the more rational version of myself: I’m the more primitive version of myself; that is exactly the version I’ve sought out these struggles to embrace. I toss the scanner aside without a second though, hearing it clatter off a different desk further down. I take a deep breath as I stare for a fraction of a moment at the blonde who has just been kicking my ass
And then I let out a snarl, and hurl myself at you! A primal war-cry, as my fingers go for your hair. My body slams into yours as you try to shake off the hit... chest hitting chest. The chair tips over and crashes backwards as I plow into you. I think I might have heard some splintering of wood, but I don't care if I did or didn't.... the force of the blow knocks us to the ground with you beneath me, tipping us between two book cases. I slip my knees to a side, straddling you even as we push free of the remains of the chair, and I snarl, one hand in your hair as I sit up, the other (my left) slapping at your face angrily! WHACK!
Stephanie: *As I sit on the chair, my chest heaves up and down hard, making my entire upper body seem to be pumping almost like a bellows. After seeing that first spot of red on my fingers, I immediately put my hand up to my nose again, but when I pull it away the blood doesn't seem to be gushing out. Just a few spotted stains on my skin. Nothing too serious. I look up at you, my mouth open to hurl an insult when you launch yourself at me* You dirty. . . WHAAAAA!!!!! *As your body plows into mine, chest to chest, abs to abs as the chair goes toppling over*
*There is a splintering of wood, but you push us clear of the chair and immediately straddle me, both of your knees on either side of my body as you sit right on my abs. Jerking my head by my hair your first slap lands, almost making my eyes cross* AAAIIIEEE!! *Both of my hands coming up to try and cover my face as you start raining slaps down over and over and over again*
Rebecca: I slap *WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! * but after the first blow or two your arms come up on reflex to protect yourself, as they should... you're too good a fighter just lay there and take that. My right hand, still in your hair, lifts your head up and then smacks the back of it down again into the thin carpet, trying to daze you. I push up from my knees, getting to my feet as both hands go to your hair, dragging your body with me... then I twist to my right, trying to slam your left side into the book cases... I release your hair and grab at your right wrist, trying to twist you with it into a wristlock behind your back, to force your front into the bookshelves as I try to work the wrist up your back, leaning into you. My body presses at your back.
"You wanna tap, bitch!" I snarl in your ear as I JERK your wrist, trying to cause pain in your shoulder. "Before I break something!" I growl... not really thinking that is an option, but wanting to play some mind games with you now, wanting to tear into that sense of confidence you show
Stephanie: *I get my arms up as quickly as I can as your slaps rain down on my now protective barrier. It still stings, but it's much more bearable than taking those blows on my face. How could I have let this happen again?? I should have put you down and out when I had the chance. And then another smack of my head against the floor sends flashes of light and pain across my eyes* Nnnggghhh. . . *Really dazed now, my legs can barely support my weight as you drag me back up to my feet by my hair. Gawd this bitch. . . this amazing, glorious, vicious BITCH!!! First my left side is smacked into the stacks and I struggle to keep my knees from buckling. But then you grab my right wrist, and jerk it up behind me*
*That same arm that you were torturing before. The pain is double what it would normally be and I let out a screech of pain as you force me up onto my tip toes. I feel your body against my back, your boobs mushrooming out in your top as they press into me* Aaiiieeee!!!!!! *Shaking my head I turn it to the left, reaching up with my free hand I grab a particularly large hard cover book, and with as much leverage as I can, I swing it back over my shoulder, trying to smack it into the side of your head. ANYTHING to make you let go of my damaged arm*
Rebecca: "No!? Sure about that!?" I snarl bringing out my inner bitch. You draw it out of me; I’ve never felt as much rage and fury as when fighting you. "Sure about that?" I snarl and work the hold higher and grind your body into the shelves more, your legs, waist, ribs, and face press into the bookshelves as I lean against you, and press hard. I am about to ask you again when your free hand gropes for something and then WHAM! My head stings as something hard smacks into it, and I release your hold, staggering back into the opposite shelves behind me. I shake my head, trying to clear it, as I see you starting to move... a hiss escapes my lips as my chest heaves, sweat coating my body.
Stephanie: *I can feel your rage as you grind me against the stacks. My hips, my abs, my boobs, all being racked against the shelving and books. But my desperate tactic pays off. I feel the jolt of the impact run up through my left arm before you let my right arm go. Turning around, I cradle my right arm in front of me. Just those few moments caught up in the wrist lock has almost made my arm numb and I’m honestly nervous about how much use it will be at this point. Glaring over at you, both of us covered in sweat, streaks from our tears run down our cheeks. I’ve never been in a fight like this ever. One so intense, so vicious, so primal. And the pain only adds to the sensation of it. We’re only separated by a few feet*
*And I take those few steps to come right to you. My relatively uninjured left arm comes up to grab at the front of your sports bra. I can feel the material, damp from sweat, in my fingers. digging curling my fingers in over the top I jerk your upper body down as hard as I can, and the lifting my right knee aim the point left boob* You. . . fucking. . .BITCH!!! *Just hurling words at you, not even sure if they make any sense*
Rebecca: Staggered by the blow from what I can now see was a heavy, hardbound book, as it falls to the floor, your fingers unclenching from it, I let out a groan. I shake my head, my chest and body heaving. My head was rung earlier in the fight, most recently against the reference desk, and the blow just makes that worse. I gasp for air as I blink and shake my head. Both of our bodies covered in sweat and bruises and rug burns. Tears on our cheeks, and just a couple of dots of blood at your nose and upper lip. I am about to try to mount another assault when you snarl at me and grab at the shoulder strap of my sports bra...
Doubled over as you jerk me forward, the material sliding towards my shoulder, I feel your knee and thigh slamming up into my left breast, crushing it against my ribcage. I let out an agonized gasp of pain as you drive into me. Everything hurts... but my pride not least of all. I let out a snarl and push off the carpet and book case behind me with my toes, trying to slam my shoulder forward into your body as I try to slam your back into the bookcase! I don't have anything as eloquent as "You fucking bitch,” I just manage a snarl and a growl as my body uncoils like a spring, slamming into you.
Stephanie: *I feel my knee impact that delightfully firm yet giving flesh and I hear the gasp of pain as it crushes against your chest. I’ve just lifted my knee for another impact when you suddenly surge forward. Your shoulder slams into my body, almost like a spear, and with only one foot on the ground initially I’m hurled back until I slam into the bookcase* AAARRGGGHHH!! *My back arches as my head is thrown back. My knees wobble and I know it's only the pressure of your shoulder pinning me to the bookcase that keeps me on my feet. Shaking with pain, rage, exhaustion, I look down at your back*
*And see the bright red patches on your skin from your rug burns. Reaching down I set my manicured nails into the skin of your back and then rake them up. Not hard enough to break skin, but I aim them to scrape hard across every rug burn that I can*
Rebecca: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I arch my back, releasing your waist as I straighten up violently in front of you, knocking your arms to aside as I stand. For a moment time kind of freezes. We stand there, toe to toe, eye to eye, bodies lined up. A mirror, sort of... both hurt, both sweating and aching, one blonde, one brunette. We both gasp for air, and fury burns in both of our eyes. We are two intense warriors, focused on their rival, and no other thoughts in their minds. That moment lasts a split second, but we both see the recognition in each other's eyes that we caught it. Then "ARRRRRRRRRGHH" turns to 'GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" as my hands shoot to your hair, arms extending as I try to pin your back against the bookcase
My left knee slams up, trying to drive itself into your firm stomach, using your belly button as a target, as I try to pay you back for the attacks on my abs. "FUCK YOU, STEPH, YOU CHEAP FUCKING BLONDE WHORE!" I scream, no rational thought behind the words, just a torrent of verbal abuse to vent the pain in my body on its cause. My chest still aches, my abs still ache, my head still aches... and now I have red lines of stinging pain on my back wear the salty sweat is already settling in..
Stephanie: *Your upper body shoots up and for that split second your right, time seems to freeze. And as we stare at each other it's almost like all the barriers fall away and you're looking right into the very essence of the other person. And for some reason that split second, which feels like it last years, only adds to my respect for you. Which in turn only increases my desire to beat you, and that increases my burning rage that I haven't been able to put you away* NNNGGHH!!! *Pushed back against the bookcase again and your knee comes up hard, smacking right into my abs* UUFF!!!!! *Air rushing out of my mouth, only your grip in my hair keeping me from doubling over*
*Gasping for breath, I’m honestly not sure what either of us has left at this point. But neither of us is willing to give in, not an inch. Not until we have absolutely nothing left. With a gasping groan, I kick out with my right foot, aiming at your left knee that I had worked over what feels like forever ago. My arms shoot up to shove against your shoulders, trying to create some kind of distance between us*
Rebecca: I feel your foot slam into my left knee and I throw my head back, crying out in agony. Your arms shoot forward against my shoulders, forcing space between us. I wince... panting, my leg feels like it is on fire, your kick re-awakening the pain from earlier. I lean on my right foot, taking the pressure off my left as I grind my teeth, trying to ignore the waves of pain that are screaming at me. My eyes meet yours once again, as your shoving lets you straighten somewhat.
My hands shift, moving to your slender throat. I squeeze tightly on it as I try to force your head back against the book case. My eyes blaze as I stare into yours... my fingers tightening, the muscles in my arms and shoulders straining as I clamp down. My nails dig into your soft skin as I hiss in fury, not able to form words... just wanting to squeeze down on this FUCKING BLONDE BEAST! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Stephanie: *I feel my foot impact your knee and the scream of pain as my shove forces you to hobble away from me. There’s no words left for the rage, the respect, the fury, we have for each other. We’ve pushed ourselves past any limits of any past matches. I lean forward, putting my hands on my thighs as I gasp and cough, trying to get some kind of regular breathing pattern back. But you don't give me any time. In an instant your hands are around my throat and I’m against forced back up against the bookcase. I can tell you want to squeeze me out, choke me out. Leave me unconscious for your win. My hands go to your fingers first, trying to try them off, but your grip is like iron. Omg. . . how can she still be so strong??*
*My mouth opens and closes, trying to gup down air as my face starts to turn red. I can't breathe! I’m not getting any air at all!!!! This could all be over in just a few seconds. There’s only one thing I can think of. Wrapping my hands around your wrists, I let my already wobbling knees fold up under me, trying to drop my body down and use that to propel you forward and smack your face against the metal shelving*
Rebecca: My jaw works as I clench and unclench it, trying to funnel all my pain into my fingers. And it works... I can see the fear in your eyes, the pain, the agony as my grip clamps tightly, pressing your back and head into the bookcase shelves, which give you nowhere to go. I can feel your skin beneath my fingers and nails, as I squeeze and crush. Your eyes go wide and I know I have you. I HAVE YOU. I am superior. I’m dominant. I’m in control. I... fucking... win. The surge of emotions is so incredible, it is almost like a high. And your body starts to sag... and I know this is it. Part of my rational mind screams "Fine, but don't fucking send her to the hospital" and I don't really argue with it, but I want you... out.
As you sag, I feel that high start to kick in, but you aren't just sagging under my choke... no, you are a fucking crafty bitch, and from your lower position you jerk your arms forward with (what I hope is the last of your strength!) and yank my forehead forward into the book case you just slipped beneath. My head gives out a DONG as it slams right into the metal. I feel my world spin as I crash to my knees, my hands instantly going limp, flopping against your as I limply slump into you, groaning as the unexpected slam at my moment of victory overwhelms me...
Stephanie: *The drop down works better than I could have hoped! And it's a good thing, because another 30 seconds of that choke and I would have been out. Out and done. I just curl up on my knees as your fingers come off my throat. My own hands rub at my neck as my forehead rests on the carpet. I feel you stink down to your knees and your upper body drapes across my back. Omg. . . I managed to get out of that, but what could I possibly do next? What have I got left that I haven't tried. Crawling slowly out from under you, I know that if I don't work something out to follow up with I may as well tap to you right now. reaching out to snag your hair with my right hand I have to use my still tingling left arm to PULL me up to my feet*
*But I don't even have the strength left to pull you up with me. Instead, I just stagger back towards the study tables, dragging you along behind me. I don't know how conscious you are, if you are at all, but the drive in me to keep going burns as hot as anything* Come. . . on. . . cxnt. . . *My voice a hoarse rasp* Time to finish this. . . *As we emerge into the study area and without the bookcase for me to grip I stumble and fall to my hands and knees. But with everything I’ve got left I work to drag you over to one of the study tables*
*As we reach the study table I place your head right next to one of them legs. Looking down I see that your eyes are fluttering, half open, half closed. It’s clear you're not all the way out, but you're clearly not too aware of what's going on. With the top of your head right at the table leg I grab your hair with both hands, getting a handful in each, and then wrap it around the table leg. That long gorgeous dark hair. With so much length I’m able to tie a simple knot in it. Hair isn't the best for that, but I’m hoping with how much length you have that it will hold for long enough*
*reaching out with my left hand I start smacking you in the face. Not really super hard, but enough to jolt you* Hey . . . wake up!!
Rebecca: I feel a wave of sensations... jostled around, bumped, pulled, dragged. My scalp is on fire, but my scalp has been on fire so much I don't remember when that practically became background noise in my brain. I feel myself slump to the ground as I’m pushed/shoved... the rough carpet pressing into my side but that is the least of my concerns. I lay there, moaning and gasping, my body squirming as my legs twitch and writhe. I pant... it wasn't noticeable before, but a small cut on my forehead from where it caught the edge of the bookcase is now visible, as slender strands of crimson snake down my forehead...
I feel a slap... *SMACK* and my eyes flutter open. I see your face hovering over me. I hiss and lunge on instinct, but my head doesn't move, and my scalp suddenly STINGS sharply... my dizzy, foggy brain can't comprehend what has happened. My hands reach up, pawing at your face, though I’m too disoriented at the moment to do much damage. My jaw hangs open as a bit of saliva drools out...
NGHAGHMPHFWHORENAGHAGKEMAMPPPFBITCH
ugggggggggh
Stephanie: *My hand comes down on your cheek and as I does I see your eyes start to open a little bit more. There’s disorientation there, but then the realization of where you are comes back and you try and lunge up at me. The table actually jerks a bit as you reach the end of you "tether" and your body flops back down to the floor. As your hands come up to my face I grab at your wrists, holding them in my grip* I wanted you awake for this Becca. . . *Using your name now, but my voice is such a gravelly croak I barely recognize it. Staggering up to my feet, your wrists still in my hands* You're fucking done Becca. . . *Not sure I’ve got enough strength left for this, but I’m gonna try*
*Standing over you, straddling your body, I lift up my right leg and set it against the table leg to steady myself, and keep it in place. And then I lean back, pulling at your arms, yanking your body out until your hair pulls tight against the knot around the table leg* Scream you bitch!!! *Throwing back my head and putting every ounce of my rapidly fading strength into this last desperate maneuver*
Rebecca: I feel you grab at my arm as you situate yourself over me... even with the slap, I am not really focused, so you are a blur of vengeful, angry bitch above me. I feel you grab my arm, and yank. My arm stings, as you pull hard, the muscles in my shoulder yelp in pain. But that is nothing... NOTHING... compared to the pain in my scalp. You've attacked my hair all fight (I’ve done the same, fair is fair) but this is a whole new level of pain as you pull my body towards you even as the desk is resisting, and my hair (and scalp) are caught in the middle. I scream in agony, too dazed and rattled by the shot to my head to resist your order. You shout "Scream you bitch" and, on cue, I scream. "AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
My chest heaves as I can't help but waste precious breath on screaming in pain. My eyes are squeezed shut, tears mixing with the sweat that plasters my face. My feet kick the cheap, industrial carpet and my hands paw at your legs meaninglessly. I scream in agony as you yank and pull. My chest heaves as I gulp in air between screams. The pain softens and dies down as your grip slackens.... I slump, panting and moaning... feeling more helpless than I have ever felt in my life: no way out, no way to stop this, completely out of control. I HATE that feeling, but am helpless before it.
and then the sting comes again as you get a second wind and pull harder once more, ripping even more screams of agony out of my body. My scalp feels like it is on fire. My arm aches, but I barely notice that in the wake of the other pain you inflict. I shout, howling to the heavens, but no diving intervention comes. My body flails like an electric current has been run through it, and I shout in a hoarse, pain-wracked voice "STOP!!! STOP!!! I GIVE!!! STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as tears flow down my cheeks.
Stephanie: *I pulled back hard that first time, my fingers tight around your wrists. I pulled and pulled and pulled!! And then at some point I realized that as I pulled I was holding my breath!! Spots starting to dance before my eyes. Loosening up on your arms I force myself to take in some deep breaths through my mouth, the air stinging my airway. And then I haul back one more time. The strain showing in my arms, the muscles straining under my skin. And then those words. . . the words I’ve been dying to hear, dreaming of ever since that night on the yacht reach my ears. At first I’m not sure I’ve actually heard them. Could I. . . did I actually. . . and looking down I see the tears steam down your cheeks*
*And like a puppet who's strings have been cut I sink down to my knees and then with no energy left I collapse down half on top of you, my head resting next to your face. Our bodies plastered together with sweat and tears. My own eyes flutter open and shut as the adrenaline leeches out of my body. I don't know how long we lay there. Minutes? Hours? at some point our breathing synchronizes and our bodies actually move together up. . . and down. . . up and down. . .*
Rebecca: I scream out the words I have never said to anyone on this app, ever before. I feel the pain go on... and on... and on... like an eternity. It is only a moment, but in my mind, the "magic key" to end the pain didn't work... and even more tears flow. But then the pain stops. Well, that's not even close to true. The pain ceases to get worse. My entire body is wracked with pain, but the torture on my scalp ends. I feel a weight crash atop me, not battering me, but grinding me down, like a weight on my shoulders, like a weight around my ankles if I were trying to run a mile, like an omni-present cloud of heaviness... I gasp and squrim, but only weakly, beneath you. We hang there for a period of time.
I am drifting in and out of consciousness, so I couldn't come close to figuring out how much. But I lay there, and you lay atop me, kneeling over me. Our bodies heave as we both reflexively gasp for breath. Sweat drips off of you onto me, but I don't and can't do anything about it. We heave, gasp, and moan: sometimes in unison, sometimes separately. The library, recently filled with snarls, curses, gasps, and screams is nearly silent, just our panting and wincing filling the silence. I feel your weight pressing down on me and I shift slightly, trying to bear it better, but in my agony and pummeled state, I can barely manage that...
Stephanie:*I think it's your slight movement underneath me that finally starts to bring me back from the edge of unconsciousness. It’s kind of like when you've fallen asleep with someone and they're shifting their weight, trying to get more comfortable. And instinctively I roll to my side, so I’m not on you anymore. Oddly enough, considering what we've just put each other through, now that the fight's over, I don't have any real desire to hurt you more. I can't believe what we did to each other. The area around us is a mess. Chairs knocked over, books scattered all over the floor. That column has a big crack in it. Lord only knows that they'll make of the mess when whoever finds its reports back*
*It feels like it takes all the energy I have left just to turn my head and then move my arms to work the knot out of your hair. Laying there on my stomach, while you're on your back. I reach across with my left arm and put it on your shoulder* You. . . ok. . . ? *Wanting to make sure. This is one of the most violent fights I’ve been in, and I just want to make sure*
Rebecca: I squirm weakly as consciousness seeps into my brain. I gasp and groan. Every muscle in my body screams at me, shouting "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DRIVE OUT OF THE CITY TO THIS SHITTY LITTLE COLLEGE LIBRARY TO MAKE US SUFFER" and I squeeze my eyes shut again to shut them up. It ... well, I can't say it works, but it softens the blow. I feel jostled and there are words, words that don't really sink into my head at first. I let out a gasp of pain as my scalp is yanked once more, but then the pain subsides. I squirm onto my back and after what is probably the third try (someone is counting, but it sure as fuck isn't me) I hear "you ok?" I nod weakly, but event that feels ... not as bad as my submission, but not great.
I have to reassure someone I am ok. That is not a position of strength. That is not a position of control. That is weakness. But ... but I comply. I croak out a hoarse "Ugh... yeah" and weakly try to crawl forward, nails digging into the rough, harsh carpet as I try to drag myself from under you, desperate to salvage anything I can after what just happened.
Stephanie: *As you crawl away, I just barely have the strength to lift my head and watch. But eventually I force myself up into a sitting position. I can't believe what we've put each other through tonight. Leaning back on another one of the tables, letting my head rest against it. My mouth hangs half open and I groan as every muscle in my body feels like it wants to tighten up at once. And then a sudden thought flashes through my head* Fuck. . . *I moan* I still have to drive back tonight. . . *Wincing as I shift my position slightly*
Rebecca: I squirm free of you and crawl forward, feeling the rough, merciless carpet scraping my body like sandpaper. I flop over onto my back, chest heaving. I wipe my mouth of drool and sweat and glance over at you. "Sucks... to... be... you..." I pant, with no particular venom. I let out a low moan of pain, and then force myself to my elbows. My gaze wavers then focuses on your eyes.
"I... planned ahead... and got the presidential suite..." I think, recalling the upgrade they gave me. "So who's the fucking loser now?" I ask, though I know I am not even coming close to convincing you of anything other than I screamed out my submission minutes/hours/an eternity ago
Stephanie: *Grimacing at you, trying not to let your words dig at me. And really, the win was worth it. Looking over at you, I let a half grin pull at the corners of my mouth* I guess you need. . . some kind of. . . consolation. . . prize. . . *Working my fingers through my hair, feeling what a tangled rats nest it is now. And then looking at you again, I raise one hand* 1. . . and 1. . .
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