[Ewa S]

Okie... Sometimes people get stupid in life... And make wrong choices.... That happens more and more when you're under stress, severe pressure, or pain.... And in my case, I was under all of these, in addition to one hundred and forty one pounds of pure female FRENZY embodied in the tight ass package that is Michelle Miles....

And what is my dumb choice you ask me?? It's bringing a knife to a gunfight... But what can I say?? With limited martial arts background, I always fall back to fighting like a girl, with pure instincts and with whatever God-given weapons I have... Primarily my nails....

And while many can argue that giving Ms.Miles my signature Ten-Claw-Facial there was SPOT-ON, I invite them to taking my place doing it when I'm practically straddled under the brunette FURY... And like shooting a paintball gun at a tiger would anger it, my claws that jammed into Michelle's face sent her into a FRENZY... And what sucked even more, is that my left leg, that was supposed to deliver the knee to her ribs, did not get enough clearance to do it, my leg bent, and in my haste, firing the knee to fly into the thin air Michelle occupied before leaning to the side... And just as that happened, my heart skipped a bit, for I stared into her eyes, that screamed one thing.... BLOODY MURDER!!!

Her hands reached instantly, gripping my head by the hair, just above my ears, and I felt the sharp YANK, that caused my eyes to immediately shut in pain, perhaps a mercy, to not SEE the incoming THICK skull of her that landed square into my nose bridge and lower forehead... Driving wickedly between my eyebrows, my eyes SHUT in pain as my head snaps back, SCREAMMMING, feeling my nose mangled like it was fresh out of a meat-mincer.... Two strong STREAMS of blood flowing from my nose and down my upper lip, to stain my pearly white teeth beneath them, and pour into my mouth.. And perhaps that is the only thing that saves me from passing out, the GAG of feeling water pooling at the back of my throat, as I COUGH and jolt up, turning my head to SPIT the blood out of my mouth, my hands.. WHere are my hands, I don't know.. But I know they are not doing anything useful....

My eyes are still shut, and I try opening them, and it just feels as if I'm looking through an aquarium, tears filling my eyes, gushing constantly, almost as strongly as the blood bursting from my broken nose, and I try to lift my head, feeling ur legs still tangled with my own, when I feel the SMACKKKK on the side of my head, ur palms cracking on my ears, but THANK GOD, not catching me square on the ear drums, with such force, that would have done nonthing less than pop both my ear drums and sent me into that force coma I was about to enter..... Alas, the palms CRACK into my ears, crushing the cartilege to my skull and I WAIL, jolting back as I feel u rolling off me to my right....

I immediately, resist the URGE, the BEGGING from my body to just collapse my head back there and fucking pass out.. or die.. or whatever... Because I know if I did, if I did not do my best to just CRAWL the fuck away now, there is a chance that would happen... And I roll to my side, gasping and pawing at the floor, my head suddenly spinning as I FALL flat down... "UNNGGHHH" crashing tits-first into the rug, my hear spinning as I blink hard, trying to clear my eyes, my hear spinning, as that ear-shot seems to have taken some toll on my balance center at least... and I gasp, curling my legs, as a small red stain begins expanding under my face on the otherwise baby blue rug, and I sink my claws into it, crawling like a spider, on my tummy and chest, clawing eagerly as I cant even lift myself to all fours, trying to slither like a worm around the couch, to hide behind it, and buy myself some time to recover...

Fuck... fuck.. FUUUCCKKK.. The word just repeats endlessly inside my head, as I sob and cough the blood from my throat, leaving tiny crimson dots on the rug...

[Michelle]

I sit up on my knees...leaving my palms up against my blood streaked face....holding them there gently....the tips of my long slender fingers resting against my aching forehead...a fingertip occasionally moving a little...stroking.....maybe I think if I keep my hands up against my face long enough.....when I take them away my face will be back to what it was before this NIGHTMARE started....I'd be pretty...maybe even gorgeous again....I'd be the GODDESS I'm supposed to be....

I also know that in spite of what my father always taught me...there are no such things as fairy tails....no tooth fairies....I feel the pain shooting through my body as I suddenly cough and feel the sharp pain in my ribbs I have not felt in many years...not since I almost died crashing in a skiing accident so many years ago.  The cough cause me to feel as if I had been stabbed with the sharpest...hottest knife imaginable...i then feel the bile and fluid come up from my insides....the familiar taste.....as I spit the large wad of blood out of my mouth...feeling it as it burns my esophogous on its way up....the EXCRUCIATIING PAIN!  I have a broken rib and in all the chaos....the insanity....I didn't know it until I moved...and took the time to actually BREATHE.  ...leaning forward on them a little as I tilt my head down.....and let the fine red warm stream come over my lips and seemingly almst hag in midair awhile before it impacts the carpet...almost like a red thread hanging from the floor to my lips.  I don't have a punctured lung but I know I have a punctured SOMETHING.  I lower my hands from my bloodied face and place my palms  on my thighs...looking over at you and your crumpled body....

I recall stupid things at the most oddest of moments....I suppose if my late father were here he'd probably look at me..shake his head and say  

"Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you or would you like to break some more furniture?"  I try and laugh a little but the pain is so intense I feel my head start to spin so I stay motionless for a few moments.

I feel my eyes start to close for a moment when suddenly...probably in a dream....I feel this thing on my shoulder....and its a fucking ANGEL?  It's a 4 inch tall girl?  WTF?   No...its just Sadie in a bikini and she is wearing wings?  God what I wouldn't do for a half a dozen hydrocodone's right now....Anyway...this angel bitch is whispering to me....."Get Up Michelle!  What the Fuck???"  And I look over at her and say "Come on...after all...I'm only mortal"  And the angel answers "Fuck You...I'm Gonna Live Forever"....and then disappears....telling even more so that it probably REALLY WAS SADIE and I am either dead or hallucinating like a BANSHEE!  What I wouldn't do for a joint right now!

It can be argued that a girl is ultimately the sum of all of her experiences.....and if so....the mess I'm in is so very easily explained.
None of this is worth the pain of the mother that bore me.  I shove off my thighs with my palms with all my remaining strength and I rise up...struggling to straighten my long legs and gritting my teeth to keep my weak knees from buckling.  I slowly begin  to walk towards the bathroom.....walking over to the sink and lean in on the counter edge...finally looking up and into the mirror....seeing my badly cut face....the cuts and streaks...my features barely recognizable...the tears flow more freely now as my bottom lip trembles....I reach up and turn on the water....setting the temperature for warm...I lean my face down and begin to use both my palms to splash the cooling liquid over my throbbing face...splashing more water back up in my hair a little to try and wash out the now dried blood.  I suddenly feel something in my throat and lean over the sink and cough up still more blood...my knees weakening...I wonder if I might even die....then I look in the mirror and say out loud to myself....

“You’ve never really faced death, have you?” “...No; not like this. I haven’t faced death. I’ve cheated death. I’ve tricked my way out of death and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity; I know nothing.”

“Please let me know if there’s some other way I can screw up tonight.”

I reach over and grab a towel....and dab my face dry...grimacing with each light tough....the towel coming away with streaks of red crimson.....I lean against the sink for a moment to try and breathe slowly.....the pain still excruciating.....

I turn and slowly walk back into the living room.....moving over to where Ewa is laying...looking down......my dark eyes are seething and my glare could probably burn a whole through her easier than any laser....I draw back my right foot knowing now that if I kick the shit out of her it would be all over.......right?   Just as I'm about to kick...I stop.....shake my head a few times from side to side....and lower my leg and foot.......walking over to the wet bar...staggering would be the more proper description of my current gait......I grab the bottle of scotch on the counter....pull the top off...and begin to pour myself a glass....leaning forward on the edge of the wet bar as I suddenly feel dizzy...and sick again.....the glass of scotch shaking badly in my right hand...

[RedEnforcer]

Damn. This fight has been more intense than I expected.

[Nikki_fights]

Wow, we probably all knew Ewa is good.. but I never thought Michelle could write like this aswell!
Nice to see we have someone fun like her around here aswell... and just cus I love nothing more than seeing Ewa taking a beating.. I voted for Michelle!

[Ewa S]

Wow, we probably all knew Ewa is good.. but I never thought Michelle could write like this aswell!
Nice to see we have someone fun like her around here aswell... and just cus I love nothing more than seeing Ewa taking a beating.. I voted for Michelle!

Gee, thanks for nothing Nikki, you suck

[tarrant999]

Myślę, że samice owiec powinien wygrać ....   

to miało być po polsku?
you should learn more:)

[Ewa S]

I slowly drag myself, on elbows, knees, toes, heck, I'd use my freaking chin even to pull myself over and around the couch, but who am I kidding?? I'm practically as fast as a snail with my shivering arms and legs, and long before I even reach the couch, you're already up on ur knees, rubbing ur face and looking at me. Oh how pathetic I must look, but this is not really the moment to be considering the merits of my image, it's the moment where I have to figure out how to stop the faucet of blood gushing from my nose, and a way to stop my tear canals from choking my eyes.

I don't even know what to think, my thoughts are scrambled, and there is nothing in them but fear, pain, and how nauseous I am right now. I lay behind the couch, sobbing, and I slowly try to sit up, to lean my body against the couch but my head is still spinning and the best I can do, is slide my legs, one at a time under me, putting me in the 'prayer' position, with my rear end stuck high, and my head low. Okie Ewa! That's good, first step... Now... stop the nose bleed, stop the fucking bleed....

My mind quickly recalls the basic... Breathe from ur mouth... Ok, that's easy, because any attempt to breathe from my nose HURTS LIKE FUCK. Secondly, lean your had forwards, and in my current position, I just slide my left forearm down, and tilt my head, so that my forehead is pressed to my own forearm and I feel the blood flowing more, but I know it's MUCH better than doing the common mistake of leaning my head back, and swallowing my blood. Now, step three, and the hardest... PINCH my nostrils shut, and with my trembling right hand, I reach for my nose, and my fingers hover over it, and I shiver then using my right thumb and forefinger I PINCH my nose shut and..

"AAAAAHHHIIIEEEEEEE!!" I scream in loud pain, my broken nose erupting as a loud (at least in my head) crunching sound fills my head and I just jolt falling to my side, balled up,  my feet kicking, my right hand still CLAMPED on my nose though, and I kick at thin air, cursing Michelle a thousand times in my head.. But slowly the pain begins to recede, or I just adjust to it, and I stop thrashing... And with my eyes closed, I do not feel the statuesque shadow looming over me, but I FEEL the presence, and I open my eyes seeing the tall figure, and I bring my left arm up to block something I don't know where and when it's coming...

But to my surprise, and great relief, your foggy frame seems to turn and you walk away... And I just don't understand... Pushing up on one hand, I press my back to the back of the couch, and PINCH my nose harder, shaking my head, and using my left hand I wipe the tears from my eyes, as I open them wider and I see you... holding a bottle of Scotch... MY FUCKING SCOTCH gulping on it... ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? IS THAT WHORE TOASTING ALREADY???

"FUCK NO!!!" I spit stubbornly my hands pushing into the floor and I squirm up, my head spinning less now, but I still need to grab the top of the couch to rise up, a huge red stain on the cleavage of my gray top, I stare at you, seeing you turn to me, and give me the worst look you can give me right now.. Dismisiveness... And I bring my arms up, my fists balled up and I hiss at you; "Already taking a break bitch?? I"m just getting started here... COME ON!!!"

Oh God.. I'm so fucking full of shit... Here we go again....

And indeed there I go, shrieking as I stumble towards you at the bar, my arms swinging wildly, lashing with a rather awkward right to your face, that completely and utterly misses, while my left swings lower, aiming my closed fist hard towards your right perky boob, and this one, I feel connecting, as my fist divers into the padding flesh , flattening it, softening the blow before my palm grinds ur gland against ur ribcage.

[Michelle]

I stand there holding my glass of scotch in utter amazement.....as I always felt no one held a grudge or could build up a hate like me (well  I take that back...there are a few I know....I can't name names as decorum prevents such things....but i know a few who who go off when I simply say hello to them...gee...wonder why?....I've always considered myself a pleasant sort) and yet here she comes....I simply look down a moment and shake my head....I lean back against the wet bar.......FUCK IT!.....I'm just gonna let the little pollack Princess come on and get what she she thinks she needs!!

My Dad always said..."Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things"

I'm having deja vu and amnesia all at the same fucking time and "I think I've forgotten this before!!"  (I bet that went over a lot of people's head....think about it)   LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!  I can't be hurt anymore than I am?  As she draws closer staggering like bailey after another day of fucking God knows who  (OK!...I know!...who hasn't bailey fucked in here?....Come On Now!...Can I see a show of hands who in here HAS NOT FUCKED bailey??.....Am I right?).  Suddenly I see this wild ass right arm come over the top and a fist just whiz by my face like a drive by in South Central Los Angeles!! and I'm back in da hood...muthafucka!!!   I barely have time to move as it does a fucking fly over by my nose and its like Tom Fucking Cruise in "Top Gun"!!!.....I jerk my head back a bit out of more instinct than anything else!!.  JESUS CHRIST!!!  My hand...which was already shaking a minute ago now begins to shake worse than emmett's hand when he's going to town on himself watching me and Emily in a topless boxing clinch!....(did I ever say thank you Emily?....GAWD!!)  HEY WAIT A GOD DAMN MINUTE!   Didn't I just see neighbor Sadie walk in?  Speaking of someone doing bailey...HA!  Those two have frequent fornication cards at the Dew Drop Inn down the street....and that's Ewa's FRIEND?   And they say I'm insane (don't anyone out there DARE say a thing because I will find you).  Anyway.....all of a sudden i'm about to bring this scotch up to my oooh so sexy lips when WHAP!!!!!!!!...I feel this sharp pain in my right breast and I feel my body give way a bit although its strangely NOT REAL BAD and I look down and this cxnt has her fist MASHING MY PERFECT PERT BREAST (world class by any definition and you all KNOW IT!) and I let loose with a scream that would put Tarzan to shame!!!    AAARRGGHH!!!!!!     First thing I do is something that I feel is embarassing and wasteful as I fling my full glass of expensive scotch (it was GlenLivet 18....MUAHH!!) in the BEOTCH's face!!!   SPLASH!!!!!!  YOU WHORE!!!!!!    MAKE ME SPILL MY SCOTCH??

"THAT CUTS IT!!!!!"  "HEY EWA....I HAVE A LITTLE IDEA FOR YOU!!!!"   "One tequila ...two tequila...three tequila!....FLOOR!!!!!!"
I just snap off my left fist....letting my left jab snap from my aching shoulder and driving my left fist hard and fast right into...YOU GUESSED IT!!!
...her NOSE!!!!   FUCKKK!!!!   BLOOD FLIES every which direction as my knuckles feel her already broken nose give way!!!   CRAACCKK!!!!!!
Even I grimmace as my right hand flies up and knocks her grinding hand off my god damn right breast (and NO emmett...I don't need any help with that!)  and I rapidly begin massaging it as the searing pain shoots all through my chest!...my blood streaked face even more red and contorted!....I then double up and snap my left fist hard right at her mouth!!!   Feeling a numbness shoot up from my knuckles up along my forearm for a few moments!  HOPING AGAINST HOPE THAT THIS SHOULD SHUT YOU UP NOW!!!!!!  

I feel the pain in my ribs grow ALMOST beyond human endurance when I twisted my torso as I threw my left jab!    I grit my teeth and grimace....wanting to go to my knees but I try and lock them and lean back against the wet bar for support...

[Ewa S]

I stand there, with my left fist BURIED into your right breast, a sort of a satisfied, weak grin on my face, flattening that 'world-class' boob back to your ribs, and hearing your banshee wail, piercing through the room and threatening to do to my ear drums what your clapping palms narrowly missed doing. I see your body lean back against the bar, and the feeling that I managed to hurt you just gives me a wild thrill, balling my right fist, the one that missed your face, due to my FUCKED UP depth perception, as I was aiming at your mirage instead of your face, only to see my fist swing through the ethereal visage that was your face a moment ago.

But my fist never hits it's mark, AGAIN... In fact, my arm never even unfurls from it's coiled up position. Your hand holding the glass SWOSHES it up into my face, and I cry, my already teary eyes getting splashed by the damn good Scotch that I PAID FOR, and that you were enjoying, and I shut my eyes, screaming as my head jolts back in shock, when it happens again... I feel the hammer-like impact against my fast, and my already broken nose, that has not even stopped bleeding yet gets mashed, no, this time, FLATTENED completely against my face. I hear the sounds of crushing, breaking cartilege and bone, and a strange crashing of glass hitting tiles, and in all the confusion, I miss the fact that it's the sound of the Scotch glass that you dropped to the floor beneath our feet. A low gutteral grunt escaping my lips, staggering back, my arms shooting forwards, flailing in shock, my mouth gaped, gasping for air, feeling the bitter taste of blood once again gush into my throat, as I choke...

But even as I take that wide step back, my legs are no match for your longer pair that step into me, and with my mouth wide open, I feel your fist snapping and grinding my lips back into my teeth, my poor, pouty lips, already thinned out by the wide gaping of my mouth in the previous scream, just mash into my teeth, and I instantly taste more blood as they get cut and ground against the teeth. My head snapping back, just straight back, spittle and blood flying from my mouth and nose, and spraying on ur hand, as my body staggers back, my arms swinging blindy at thin air, not in hard aimed hits, but rather in jerky, spastic thrashes, and I lose my footing crashing to my knees to the floor.

My hands shoot to my face, cupping my nose, as I rock, bending down, groveling, the other covering my mouth, feling the puffed up, bleeding lips... And perhaps it's God's mercy, that they took the brunt of the attack, to cushion my teeth from ur damn knuckles, else I would have been spitting teeth all over the floor.

I know I'm on my knees, and I know I'm vulnerable, but like the cerebral assassin that you are (yup, if HHH was a woman, he would be you, BITCH), you attacked the most obvious wound, and my eyes are just blinded now from the pain, my breathing ragged as I just struggle to suck in air, but I still ball my right fist and swing wildly in an arch in front of me, an aimless, blind attack, with no real force behind it, as my shoulders remain practically static; but it's an act of defiance more than anything.

[Michelle]

Thanks Nikki....

Its ok....you don't suck

[Michelle]

Well...they'll be more action tomorrow bailey so buckle your seat belt.....

Oh and bailey.....

Be afraid.....be very afraid

[charlie41]

I think Michelle will win this !!

[Michelle]

I spit up some more blood as the agony under my ribs continues....I then look down at this pathetic creature at my feet!!.....this THING at one time I THOUGHT I LOVED!!!.....and decide ENOUGH IS JUST ABOUT A FUCKING ENOUGH and I bend over and grab a handful of her light grey curve hugging top and just begin to tear and jerk with all my strength and slowly begin to feel it come up...pulling it so fast I don't think she quite reliazed what was going on and her arms suddenly got pulled up with the top!

I start playing the lyrics of "Headstrong" by one of my favorite bands "Trapt" suddenly in my head...its a song I play a lot when I do my boxing workout....

"Headstrong" by Trapt

Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

(Fuck!)
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you’re full of shit, and that’s alright
That’s how you play, I guess you’ll get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

I know, I know all about [x3]
I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide


I keep Tearing AND PULLING at the top as the pain is so excruciating in my ribs and mid-section I think I'm going to pass out by suddenly the great top tears free and partially comes off one shoulder.  I reach over and grab what is left covering her and tear it free...wad it up..then angrily just toss it in her fucking face!!!

"YOU STILL WANNA PLAY EWA???"  My eyes are bulging and I'm screaming down at her as my anger has now finally built to a crescendo and I have completely and utterly fucking LOST IT!!!!  Blood and spit fly from my lips as I snarl at her like the wounded animal that I have finally become in my life!!  My whole life maybe coming down to the next few minutes!!  I tear and rip her top from her....stripping it from her!.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Michelle]

Maybe I should take another look at bailey......Damn!.......she's hot.....ooops.......sorry.....gotta stick to the story line.....*holds her right fist up to her ear with her pinky finger and thumb extended out from the fist ........mouthing...... "CALL ME"...........to bailey*

[Michelle]

I ask myself as I finish ripping the top top from her curvaceous body.....what happened between us?  We were in love...passionate......then its like its bailey......and she's DONE WITH ME??   My anger grows more intense as I remember back to that last day when we split up and I sent her the song I felt summed up how I felt....and how much she had tore my heart to pieces.....and people wonder why I'm angry and I HATE!

Its Justin Timberlake....and "What Goes Around Comes Around"


Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?
You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So why your love went away
I just can't seem to understand
Thought it was me and you babe
Me and you until the end
But I guess I was wrong

Don't want to think about it
Don't want to talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling the blues about it
I just can't do without ya
Tell me is this fair?

Is this the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cry
It's breaking my heart to watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find

What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around

Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed
You said that you were moving on now
And maybe I should do the same
Funny thing about that is
I was ready to give you my name
Thought it was me and you, babe
And now, it's all just a shame
And I guess I was wrong

Don't want to think about it
Don't want to talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling the blues about it
I just can't do without ya
Can you tell me is this fair?

Is this the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around
(Should've known better that you were gonna make me cry)
That you were going to make me cry
Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around
'Cause I know that you're living a lie
That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find

What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around

Let me paint this picture for you, baby

You spend your nights alone and he never comes home
And every time you call him, all you get's a busy tone
I heard you found out that he's doing to you what you did to me
Ain't that the way it goes?
When you cheated, girl, my heart bleeded girl
So, that goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt
Just a classic case scenario
Tale as old as time
Girl, you got what you deserve

And, now, you want somebody to cure the lonely nights
You wish you had somebody that could come and make it right
But, girl, I ain't somebody
I'm out of sympathy
See, see...

(What goes around comes back around)
I thought I told you
Hey

I played that song over and over and over as I'd drive around and slam my hand on the steering wheel.....my anger growing and never wavering as time went along.....and now here we are....wanting to kill one another almost......

How does it end?......tell me how does it end?