Red Enforcer
The Frank Erwin Center. Really? Of all the pissholes in Texas to have to go to. At least the old Sportatorium in Dallas had the Von Erich cache associated with it. This Dare doll needs to learn her lesson quickly. I get on the plane to Japan to take her out and now she calls me out to her hometown. In a Texas bunkhouse match no less. I guess I dropped her on her head a little too much. She has got to be concussed if she thinks taking this kind of match on so short a turn around is going to prove anhing other than how badly she can get beat again. And then she throws my post match show of respect right back in my face. I can't believe the audacity of this blonde bimbo. She's tough as nails and twice as flat headed. I'm just going to have to pound some sense pound some sense into her
I wait in Gorilla. This time I wanna stick it to this Dixie Chick and to her Lone Star stooges. I am dressed with just my black leather duster, black cowboy boots, black stetson and my mask showing. The sound guy looks at me and says "Really? This song? Here?" "Play it @######" is my response. As the strains of "Tom Sawyer" by Rush play, the crowd has an odd reaction. I guess enough old timers are around to guess the significance. I come out from behind the curtain and open up my duster, arms out wide. I'm wearing an Oklahoma Sooner jersey with the number 1 on it and I'm going around hooping and hollering. I'm also dressed in black denim jeans with my black kneepads on top. I ignore all the fans and their boos at ringside and hop into the ring. Yeah F###
Yeah F### you Texas and your heat and cows and other bs. Boo me outta the building. I'm breaking your Dare doll tonight.
Virginia Dare
Overseer's "Supermoves" blares on the loudspeakers. Red, white and blue lights flash around. The crowd starts chanting my name. You look up to the entrance but I'm not there. You wait and wait... no me. Then, you hear a roaring sound. You look around and figure out it's coming from a long corridor leading out to a side door. Two boys you saw in the opening match open the doors and white light floods in. Then, you see the source of the sound.
It's a Harley. I ride in and the audience you thought was already rabid completely loses it. I'm wearing one of my own t-shirts torn into a make shift tank top. I've got that black Stetson on and those black yoga pants and boots. I bring the ride around the ring a couple of times, slapping hands as I do. Then, I park it and the two kids take it away.
I climb up the ring steps and keep my eyes on you. I'm not turning my back to wave or anhing. I've still got my biker gloves on and I back into the corner, leaning in. Probably reminding you of how you slammed into me the last time. I nod a couple of times, a little smile showing. The crowd is chanting, "DARE IS GONNA KILL YOU!" over and over again.
As the chant gets louder, I smile. "Welcome to Texas," I say.
Red Enforcer
I have to smirk as you come in all American Badass with the Harley. At first I think you're in black leather and then I notice, nope, yoga pants. Shit. Ok, mind on the match Red. She's strong and very nearly took your head off in the last match. I grit my teeth and look over at you. I'm so gonna make you pay for dressing to distract instead of dressing to fight. I walk on up past the center of the ring, getting just close enough to you. "Texas, I'd rather be in Mexico." I then launch a wad of spit at you for emphasis before the ref gets me back to my corner. I take off the duster and pull a pair of leather work gloves out of the pockets and put them on. I then put the duster and my hat in my corner, shooing away the ring attendant. "Leave 'em there"
Then I wait for the bell...
Virginia Dare
I don't wait for the bell. I rush up, throwing a fast right hand at your jaw.
The punch slams into your jaw and your head spins, saliva splashing. You look at me, your eyes unfocused and confused. Then, you fall to the mat like a man hit by a truck. The crowd goes nuts and I take the glove off my right hand. Under it is a pair of brass knukles. I drop them both on the mat, then drop down for a cover. The ref counts, "ONE! TWO!..."
Red Enforcer
Oh isn't this cute, the blonde amazon is gonna come punch me before the bell rings. I've taken harder from much stronguuuhhhhhhh..... The arena swims around me and I wonder what the hell kinda truck hit me. I fall to the mat without any response. In a far away haze I hear the muffled sound of the crowd cheering and then weight on me. I should be doing something. One deep sound. Yeah I need to be doing something. A second sharp sound. The weight. Oh. Need to get a shoulder up. Yes sensei. I manage to twist just enough to get my left shoulder off the mat, making the ref pause and the crowd gasp in shock.
Virginia Dare
I twist my body so my legs straddle your chest. (In my yoga pants, might I add.) I look down at you, smiling. "Welcome to Texas," I say again. Then, I drop an elbow on your nose.
Red Enforcer
I still feel the weight on me and the world sounds like it is coming back out from the tin can I was hearing it in. I can feel your legs against my chest and I look up to hear "Welcome to Texas" and then feel a sudden explosion on my face. Shit. It's wet. I'm not sure if it's entirely broken, or you just bloodied it, but my nose is leaking crimson. I'm still dazed, but I've fought with a concussion before so I know I have to do something, if only I didn't feel like I was moving in mud. I need to fight you so I swing my arms together, trying to slam my hands into your thighs or sides or something. I need you off of me.
Virginia Dare
You slap your hands on my thighs, sending a loud sound through the auditorium, but my strong legs keep me in place. Then, I reach under the top of my shirt (too bad you're probably blind, you would have liked this part) and pull something out from the sports bra I have under it. It's a small can. I spin off the top, take a handful of the snuff and shove it into your eyes.
Red Enforcer
I'm trying to get back to my senses and I feel those strong thighs of yours just bouncing away my puny attempts to smack you off of me. I don't know what you're doing but then this horrible tobacco smelling stuff is in my eyes. SHIT! It Burns! Suddenly my heart pounds and I begin to thrash about. My legs are kicking the mat and trying to buck you off of me. My arms flail about, hands balled into fists, wanting to hammer into your body. Aiming higher than your thighs. The whole time biting off screams because I just won't let you hear that.
Virginia Dare
Your fists pound into my side, into the taped up ribs that my shirt hides. You feel my body tremble when your fists collide and a gasp from my lips as I bend over you, my body stretched across yours. You pound again and again and I fall forward, my full weight on you now, my mouth close to your ear. You hear my ragged breathing, feel me on top of you. And you hear the slight sound of severe pain in my voice.
Red Enforcer
Finally I feel like I can get a sense of where I am. The crowd seems to have quieted. I feel the full weight of you on me and your breath hot on my ear. I hurt you. Your ribs aren't close to being healed up in the time between our matches. I'm having to move on touch and sound because my eyes are still burning from whatever the hell it was you shoved in them. I'm sure the blood from my nose is spilling down my face and into your hair and on your shirt. I have to press this advantage, but I'm still loopy from whatever you hit me with. "My turn" I say and I wrap my arms around your waist, making a fist with my left hand and grasping that wrist with my right hand.
My legs open up to straddle your hips and then I pull down, grinding my hands into your lower back, flexing my biceps into your ribs, digging my forearms into your back and putting my head on your shoulder as I use my upperbody strength to mash your chest into mine.
Virginia Dare
Your arms reach around me and squeeze and all those memories of pain come rushing back in real time. You squeeze me tight, my body against yours... my voice gives off a high-pitched sound. I gasp, my voice catching in my throat. Hot pain shoots through my torso. I reach out for the ropes, trying to hold on to anhing. You can smell my blonde hair falling down into your face. My hand on the rope loses its grip and falls to the mat. My other arm goes limp. Your grip gets tighter and tighter. My breath gets shorter and shorter. I've got no room to maneuver. I've only got one shot... I raise my head up and it trembles. Then, I shoot it straight down, into that bleeding nose of yours.
Red Enforcer
I can feel your body breaking. You are wilting to mh strength and that just makes me squeeze even harder. The lovely sounds of your pain make my heart pound with excitement. I've got you down and almost out. I just need to squeeze a bit.....WHAM.....my eyes go black, then a sudden explosion of purple. My nose erupts with blood and the pain that registers is so intense it blots out all other thoughts. I shove you to he side and my hands go to my nose as I roll onto my belly and kcik the mat,
A sudden pool of red appearing below my hands.
Virginia Dare
I roll aside, clutching my ribs. I can taste blood in the back of my throat, my lungs burning. I look at you. Blind. Bloodied. I can do this. I can do it. I pound my fists on the canvas and push myself up. I see you staggering on the ropes, doing the same thing. I scream and charge, aiming a clothesline at your neck and throat, the momentum surely pushing us through the ropes if I hit it.
Red Enforcer
I am barely in my feet. You have cotrolled most of this match and I am worse for wear. I feel another solid slaminto my neck and throat that reminds me of your clotheslines from our last match. The power and momentum sends me over the ropes and I can feel you coming with me. I crash hard onto the floor and twitch for a moment and then nothing.
Virginia Dare
I fall through the ropes with you, hitting the floor, landing right next to you. The impact on my ribs makes me scream and I roll, clutching my ribs again. I look at you, flat on the floor. I get back to my feet, the sharp pain in my chest screaming at me. I grab you by the back of your mask and pull, trying to lift the dead weight up, trying to get you back onto the apron.
Red Enforcer
I am pretty out of it. My head is swimming. Nose is definitely broken so I am having to breathe out of my mouth. The bleeding has stopped, but I can still taste iron in my mouth. I feel myself being hauled up, but I can't respond. I slump over onto the apron as you tug on my mask, just so much dead weight.
Virginia Dare
I throw myself into the--no, forget that. I gingerly roll into the ring. I'm holding my side again. Dammit. I called you out too soon. I've got to keep my temper under control. I was too eager to prove I could take you out. I was too eager to prove I hadn't lost a step. You're not moving. I climb on top of you, my side burning, and make the cover. The ref drops and raises his arm.
Red Enforcer
I can feel weight on me again. Fuck this chick doesn't give up. I can't lose to her like this. I'm still hurting, but my head is clearer now. I let the ref count one. Then I take stock of where we are. As he hits two, I spring up and get my arm arond the back of your head. I work to lock in a reverse headlock and scramble under you, trying to get you turned so I can get my legs around your waist wanting you to feel my thighs clamping down on you again.
Virginia Dare
I try to counter your moves, but my body won't move fast enough. You get behind me, your legs wrapping around me like before. I manage to slip my left arm in just before you lock your ankles, but when you squeeze, all that pain comes rushing back from my memory into my body. I freeze, arching my back, my blonde hair falling behind me, my free arm cringing at my side, my fingers clenching with my teeth.
Red Enforcer
That arm of yours keeps me from getting the hold all the way cinched in, but I can still bring some pain to you. As I flex my thighs, I feel your flesh yielding under me. Yes those ribs are still way too tender. I watch you arch and I can tell some fans in front of me are enjoying the view. I look at the ref and grin, "bunkhouse rules" I say right before getting a handful of your blonde tresses, jerking them tightly back, forcing you to arch even more. My other hand clenches in a form that these Texas fans should recognize.
I jab my fingers hard into your side, feeling the bandages and clamp down, locking in a nasty claw hold on your body.
Virginia Dare
After the initial stun of the pain, I start sliding my free hand down between us, hoping to get enough leverage to get out of this hold. Then, a fresh, new pain stabs into my side like a jagged dagger. I gasp. My whole body paralyzed.
Then, you twist that jagged dagger and my whole body staggers in your grip, shuddering and convulsing like a lightning bolt struck through me. You hear my voice choking in my throat. My head falls back against your chest, then falls to the side. You can see my hair—matted and sticking to my skin—fall over my eyes as they roll back in my head. My lips mutter something, almost ineligible. The ref looks worried. He kneels down and asks me if I want to quit.
I just scream. "NO! NO! NO!"
The fans are chanting my name. I hear them. I have to do something. My free hand trembles... then slides toward my waist. And I slip it through, getting it between you and me. And then, I summon all the strength I've got... and I start to push against your legs.
Red Enforcer
I can feel your bandages giving as my fingers dig in and twist on your side. They won't support your injuries anymore, I feek your head rest against me, my blood and sweat intermingling with yours to add a Flair like tinge to your golden locks. It's gotta be over soon. You're almost out. Then the chants come. The ref says the word quit. And you refuse. Dammit.
You are still fighting me. What in the blue hell are they feeding the wrestlers here. My surprise turns to shock when you get your free arm in and start straining. I know it has to be killing you, but still you are powering out on guts, adrenaline and pure desire. With both your arms under my scissors I know I can't hold this on you much longer. So I decide to give myself some time to regroup and plot my next move. I let go of the claw and my fingers go to your pretty face and right as you get my legs apart, I rake my fingers across your eyes, then scramble to my feet.
Virginia Dare
Just as I think I'm getting free, the heel does what heels do. He rakes his fingers across my face, gouging my eyes. I feel you rolling away and I do the same. I feel the edge of the ring and I use the ropes to get to my feet. My ribs still want me to quit, but I tell them to shut up. I may even use some questionable language. I shake my head and rub my eyes, trying to get the pain out. I blink. Big white blur. I blink again. Slightly less blurry. Ahother shake and another wipe and I'm good enough for government work. I look around for you.
Red Enforcer
After raking your eyes, I go to my corner where my duster and hat are and get myself a Texas favorite. I pull out a thick leather strap and wrap part around my right fist, leaving a foot or so of length free for me to use with impunity. The ref sees me coming towards you from the side and looks on helplessly. The crowd tries to yell to warn you, but it turns into a din. Just as you seem to get your vision back, I swing the strap, looking to strike your bandaged side with a fury.
Virginia Dare
I turn just in time to see you raise your hand and swing it down, the leather ripping into my side. The sound echoes through the building and the crowd gasps. You raise it up again and twice, that leather hits my side. I clench my fists and stagger forward again. Then, you raise it a third time and this time, I catch your wrist, shaking my head. Then, I tug on it, pulling you with me toward the ropes. When I get there, I jump up and climb the second, then third rope, jumping over the top, bringing that arm Rowan broke with me.
Red Enforcer
I feel the leather biting into you once and twice. But then you stop me and drag me with you. I try and brace myself for a clothesline or a dropkick or something. But what you actually do catches me completely off guard. As you bound over the top and drop to the floor, I am pulled with you and whiplashed on the rope. There is a pop and there goes my shoulder. "FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK" I cry out as my right arm hangs helplessly down over the rope. I slump against the ropes and my legs go to jelly. Can't think. Pain so sudden, so intense.
Virginia Dare
I gingerly roll back into the ring as you walk about in circles, clutching that arm of yours. I pause, like a hawk, waiting for you to turn this way. And when you do, I try to scoop you up, put your arm behind your back and then slam you down on your back and bad arm.
Red Enforcer
I turn right into you and am hurting so badly I can't stop what's next. I need to pop my shoulder back in to get the pain to stop, but that isn't happening as you scoop me up, bad arm behind me. I try as I'm suspended to punch your side, and then grab onto your leg, but you just power through that and drive me into the mat sendig waves of pain up and down my now useless arm. I spasm, but bite off a scream as I try to roll away from you and out of the ring.
Virginia Dare
"Oh no!" I shout. "No you don't!" As you roll away, I try grabbing that bad arm and twisting the wrist to keep you from getting away.
Red Enforcer
'Auuuggghhhhhhh" I cry out as you grab my arm and twist my wrist. Tears form in my eyes, but I can work with this. As you pull my arm out, I pull against you working my way to my knees and jerking against you until I feel a satisfying *pop* My shoulder is back in, but I have no strength in that arm. I have to do something. So I lean onto one knee and as hard as I can drive my other leg out towards you, praying my cowboy boot hits something solid on you and gets you to let me go.
Virginia Dare
A solid hit to my belly knocks the wind out of me for a moment and I lose my grip on your wrist. The crowd was ready for a short-arm clothesline and you can hear their disapointment. Saved by a lucky kick. I back up a step, clutching my belly, but then, I run toward the ropes, leap up on the second one, turn and send my body flying for a drop kick at that arm of yours.
Red Enforcer
"Shit" just as I get free from you and try shaking the circulation back in my arm you come flying at me. I can't dodge so my arm takes the full hit and I stumble back to the ropes. I am gritting my teeth I'm in so much pain. But when I hit those ropes, I know I can't let up. I see you scrambling to your feet and I use the bounce to drive me forward, looking to plow my good arm hard into your head and neck with everhig I have left just to keep me in this match. I'm betting everhing in this move and if I miss, I don't think I'll have anhing left.
Virginia Dare
The clothesline hits me off guard, throwing me head over bottom, twisting in the air, landing hard on my chest. Of course, that brings a scream to my lips as both arms cross over my chest. I roll on the canvas, trying to get my breath back, trying to recover from your last ditch effort hit. You're close. I can tell you're close. But so am I. I can't take much more and I need to get in that one good hit before you do.
Red Enforcer
I struck you solidly. I know I did. I just...I can't do much else. After hitting you, I fall forward onto the mat, crashing onto my belly and lying there, breathing labored and ragged. My bad arm limply hanging by my side. I have to get up and get some space. I turn to see you hurting, but not as badly as I'd like. I use my good arm and my legs and start combat crawling towards the ropes. If I can just slide out of the ring for a breather I might could turn things around. Unfortunately, breathing from my mouth and the sweat that's soaked my clothing is making any progress slow going. I just hope you're taking time to recover as well.
Virginia Dare
I stagger to my feet, turn and see you crawling to the edge of the ring. Lucky, lucky, lucky.
I rush over, ignoring the pain in my chest. I step over your body, a foot on either side of your shoulders. Then, I lean down (wincing), grabbing your arms, pulling them up behind you. Then, I bend my knees, establish my base, grit my teeth... and LIIIIIFFFFT you up in front of me, off the apron, up high, into a double chicken wing. My chest burns. I don't know how long I can keep this up... but you'll break first. I know you will. You have to.
Red Enforcer
"Ohhhh Gawwwwdd...Ohhhhh Gawwwwdddd....NOOOOOOOOOOOO" I feel myself lifted up and I know I was just too slow. But when you get me up in the air for the double chicken wing, my shoulder in my good arm aches. The one in the bad arm, just fills my world with needles and sharp stinging stabs from my fingers to my collarbone. "GAWWWWDDDD...NOOOOOOOOO" I try to kick about, but that just puts more pressure on my shoulders. How...how can you hold me up like this? I thought. "NOOOOOO...OOOHHHHHHH GAWWWWWWDDDDDDD" It's...it's too much...
I try to toss my head back, nothing. Any movement by me is just pain. Complete and total pain. "GAWWWDDDD. PLEEEEASSEEEE." I can't...you...you..."I GIIIIIVE I GIIIIVE. LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Virginia Dare
I hear you scream out. so does the refree. He calls for the bell and I hear it ring. Instead of letting you go, I let both of us fall and we both crumble to the mat. I clutch at my chest, rolling on the mat while the music plays. The ref gingerly takes my wrist and raises my hand. The pain inside me is almost blinding. I barely feel it.
Red Enforcer
As we collapse, I lie on the mat near you. Mouth open trying to suck in much needed air. The sharp pain is gone, but I know my shoulder has been trashed. Probably going to need surgery. My legs bicycle a bit on the mat as I try and compose myself. I'll be damned if I get carted out of this ring. I try and sit up and a wave of nausea hits me hard. I reach out to steady myself and end up touching your arm with my good arm. I'm not raising your hand this time. No. With every last trick you threw at me, you deserve something more. Now you've got a rival and I'm not going to rest until I get you back in the ring and beat you down as hard as you did me. I grab my forearm and raise my arm over my head to get it to stop hurting. Then carefully I go to slide out of the ring.
Virginia Dare
I hear the ring announcer say my name. The crowd is going wild, but I know the adrenaline is about to wear off in about ten minutes and I won't be able to move. So I give them my best smile and wave and start making my way back to the dressing room. I manage to get behind the curtain before I fall flat on my face.
Never again.
