[howardcosell]

Passionate Hatred part 4

Me: 4’11”, 90 lbs of blonde haired, blue eyed cart wheeling, contorting, catch-you-in-a-crippler-crossface-and-make-you-quit-or-just-calmly-clean-your-clock Canadian craft, cunning, and a whole lotta contradiction, but right now, feeling like crap because those Cajun and crumpet-eating cxnts.

Her: Kayla. Really dark brown hair, green eyes, 5’9” 140 lbs of South African sassafrass. She’s sexy; she’s strong; she’s very easy to get along (with, fuck you; it would‘ve messed up the rhyme scheme); she’s held titles; she’s got jealous rivals; she’s my idol…she’s somewhat stable, she has a cat’s eye shaped navel; she’s superior with a supple exterior… can I make it an clearier? She’s the best!!

Them: A Gem and a Junky. They’re both pretty short, but they’re still taller than me; they’re both a lot better than we thought they would be; my heart drowns in worry!! One has tattoos all over her and the other is a blonde who can’t fight worth a shit, but somehow, they’ve beaten us both and now swollen our clits. We can’t let them win, or else we will be humiliated; the last time they beat us, they were more than inebriated!!

What Guy: He’s Gemma’s buddy and he’s loyal to her, that is indeed for sure. He’s not named Eagle’s Less; his name is Hawksmoor.

That Guy: Jonica’s tough counterpart, who seems a bit confused. He’s seen her make out with Gemma Rox; I fear poor Joe is being used.

Emma Fox: We cash her checks and we give her praise, but if our bad luck continues, we may ask for a raise.

The Referee: His name is Boche, and he doesn’t do too much during the fights; he just likes to watch, which is quite alright.

The Tall Announcer Woman: Kayla’s ex-lover, but to me, she’s more of a stalker. I’m Kayla’s lover now; so, seeing Jessika here… uhm, AWKWARD!!!!

Act I: Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word
The setting: Kayla’s Royal Suite at the Omni Royal Orleans Hotel

I can still feel the knee slam deep into my stomach… the air rushing out of me; I look up at her, my lip quivering as she smiles down at me and I collapse… I can still feel her punches hammering my face, hammering my chest, softening my stomach and beating the fight out of me… how could I be so careless? Kayla, stop her… but Kayla is tied up as I go down… I can still feel her penetrating me over and over and over and over again for what seemed like a humiliating eternity in a purgatory of pussy punishment. She beat me… Jonica beat me. There comes a time in a woman’s life when she realizes that she just can’t win and I think I’ve reached that point. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way, but I truly felt like I could wipe the floor with Jonica… boy was I wrong. She completely brutalized me, and sure, a lot of people who could’ve watched the fight probably would’ve said that it was more competitive than I’m letting on, but any experienced fighter will tell you that a small percentage of fights are determined by physical attacks and defenses, or even strategy. It’s what’s in your head and your heart that matters most, and while I’ve been told I’ve got a lot of heart, I think she took a pretty heavy chuck of it when she beat me.

Kayla and I haven’t said much to each other since the loss; I’ve really been sulking and just doing everything I can for her. I’ve bathed her; I’ve helped her with her ribs; I’ve given her oral pleasure; I’ve extended myself in every way possible. But she doesn’t say hardly a word to me… something’s on her mind, so I just speak up.

“Kayla,” I say, “I’m sorry I let you down out there. I really thought I could overcome Jonica, but she beat me. I can‘t believe the way she beat me… again.”

Kayla’s face seems to change as she looks at me. A smile, a very devious one, covers her face.

“Don’t worry, Marie,” she says, “they’ll pay. I’m just worried about you. I haven’t heard you sound so defeated in a long time. I don’t know where your head is, but we don’t have a lot of time to prepare for the fourth fall. I’ve been in a lot of tag matches, and when my partner suffers, I feel like I have to be the savoir, and sometimes that’s worked, but the truth is that these two are a hell of lot better than we thought. I realize that I can’t take them both; so, are you sure your heart is still in this?”

My mind flashes back to Jonica’s smiling face and her devastating punches… it flashes back to the fall before that, when she thoroughly outwrestled me, putting me in one of my own moves and holding me in place… I couldn’t dare tell Kayla that I didn’t think I could beat this girl. So, I lie.

“I’m ready to go to war with them and show them who we are!” I say, sounding something between perky sycophant to angry confident she-bear, beating my breasts with my fists and immediately coughing. Kayla wasn’t buying it; usually, it doesn’t take much to fake confidence around her; she was confident enough for both of us, but this was different. Kayla was on the receiving end of the same post-match humiliation that I was… for six grinding, pumping hours we were fucked by Gemma and Jonica. They tortured us, stealing our pleasure, forcing it out of us as they laughed between arguing over who had the better technique. All we could do is look at each other, but Jonica really enjoying fucking me over and over again… when it was time to switch, Jonica and Gemma nearly came to blows because Jonica yelled, “She’s mine!” It was as if she had claimed ownership of me, and no one had done that so emphatically since…

“Well, you girls just really fucked that up, didn’t you?”

Jessika. 5’11” 165 lbs, auburn hair, large breasts, a smile that shows experience, but more like a much needed cool rain on a hot day that is immediately followed by a hurricane. Kayla is calm and smiles, “Hey, it’s not the first time someone’s used a dildo on me. I kinda liked it… for me, that type of stuff is like putting gas in my tank. I don’t think I’ve been this motivated in a long time.”

“You’re full of shit,” Jessika says, “You got beat and then, you got fucked; I know you better than you know yourself, love. And you--”

I look up at Jessika as she walks towards me; I’m still on the bed and she really doesn’t scare me. I’ve lost a lot of fights to a lot of girls, but I am undefeated against Jessika, though everyone says it was a fluke. “What about me?” I say, adding some bass to my voice, but putting bass to my voice only makes me sound like Richard Simmons or Fran Drescher.

“You fucking suck,” is what the old warrior says, “How many matches are you going to be carried by your tag partner; if you ever fucking tag with me, just hold my dildo for when the motherfucker is over! You were fucking terrible out there!”

“Go easy on her, Jessika!” Kayla shouts and stands as the two ex-lovers go toe to toe. “She went beyond the call of duty, okay? I got tied up first, so it’s on me too.”

That’s Kayla, always looking out for me, always having my back.

“Well,” Jessika says, smiling at me, “I just came up here to tell you, Kayla, that Heather called my room to talk to you. I told you before not to have your little fuck tarts calling my phone. And on that note, this is New Orleans, party fucking city and there’s a party with my name on it. Night night, bitches.”

“But it’s only 11 in the morning,” Kayla says with a sarcastic grin

“You just remember what I said,” Jessika says, pointing as she walks out of our suite, “And get your shit together with your little cxnt girlfriends and your porous fighting skills. I think this city is taking a toll on you, and (pointing at me) so is she!”

Damage done, Jessika. The moment I heard the name “Heather,” I knew I was going to feel some heartache.

“Marie, I’m sorry,” Kayla says

“No apology is needed,” I say, getting up and throwing on my Eli Manning #10 New York Giants jersey. “I really need to get out of here, get some air.”

“Marie, don’t be like that,” Kayla says, “You know how I am. We already had this discussion before.”

“I know how you are,” I say as I step into my flip flops, “but I know how I am too. And I know how I feel about you; I always have felt that way. It’s not you; it’s me. I‘ll see you later.”

Act II: Sick City
Setting: The French Quarter, New Orleans

I decide that the best way to work out all the stress and thoughts I was experience was to just walk around the Quarter a little bit. This whole city is an adventure, but this small part of it lives up to its reputation for craziness. I have seen an old lady spanking a man who looked like he could’ve been in ZZ Top and he had on nothing but leather pants. I have seen a lot of openly gay couples and plenty of transvestites. And I’ve even seen a blind man walking a dead dog; Bourbon Street and really, the whole French Quarter has some really dirty streets. Kayla and I have watched the midnight streetsweeping crew drive down Royal St. followed by horse riding policemen and these people were waltzing in front of the cops. This city is amazing. I love New Orleans; I just don‘t love getting defeated and humiliated in New Orleans!

I saw Jessika walking not that much farther ahead of me, and I decided, why not? I’d follow her. Jessika has really been having herself a great time down here; she’s spent a night or two in central lock-up for fighting. I follow her to The Cat’s Meow and then… my heart freezes. Jonica and Gemma, with Joe and Hawksmoor, all standing around drinking and laughing… well, Joe and Hawk are. Jessika walks right up to Gemma.

“Can I have a word with you?” she says and Gemma looks a bit caught off guard,

“Sure,” Gemma says and then go on a side street. I remember a purple wearing New Orleans native too sexy guy who I beat up with a bellybutton fetish and a cute wife who I also defeated had told me that when I was in the French Quarter to stay off the side streets because that’s where robberies and attempted rapes happened. I use my size to my advantage and pear from a distance at the conversation. I was blessed with good hearing, so it’s easy to single them out, even when it’s this damn crowded on this nasty street.

“What do you want, Jessika?” Gemma says angrily; I guess I missed something said before, “You must’ve walked a mighty long way to find us.”

“I came all this way just to call you a cxnt,” Jessika says and smacks Gemma hard. The blow is so hard that Gemma lets out an “unnhhh!!” and goes down. Jessika looks down at her brown-haired British adversary and says, “And that is for you getting so fucking fresh with me.”

Gemma’s only 5’3”, but the girl’s got heart. She rises quickly and charges the bigger woman, but Jessika just sidesteps her and Gemma has to catch herself before she falls onto the piss beer and who knows what soaked muddy green street. Before she can turn around, Gemma is being hoisted up in a full nelson. I’m really good at reading lips; despite Jessika’s whispering, I can easily make out what she’s saying.

“You like using dildos? I’ll take it and knock your tonsils out, then I’ll stick it up your ass and fill your large intestine, then I’ll stick it in your pussy and fuck your heart. All that, long after I’ve beaten the shit out of you, Gemma?”

“What… do you want… bitch?” Gemma says, I kept feeling myself inching closer and closer to the action

“I told you already,” is Jessika’s response, “I came to call you a cxnt… cxnt.”

And she releases Gemma, who falls hard on the street, her brown shirt now covered in the dark grayish green French Quarter mud.

“Gemma!” Jonica shouts as she moves in quickly. She must’ve gotten tired of waiting for Gemma. I have a hard time even looking at Jonica, the woman who beat me, but I have to admire her unwashed beauty and hidden confidence and how it completely eclipses my own. Jessika turns to face the short blonde Cajun and Jonica swerves right out of Jessika’s way, but reaches Gemma.

“I’m sorry, Jessika,” Jonica says, “Gemma’s just a dumb bitch. She doesn’t know any better. And she‘s drunk and also high.”

“Next time,” Jessika says as she starts walking away, “she better not give me any lip when I deliver my message… else I’ll be getting between her lips and she isn‘t gonna like it.”

My eyes fix in on Jonica as she tries to help Gemma up.

“Get your scruffy mitts off me!” Gemma shouts, “Who the hell do you think you are saying that about me?! Don’t you know I’ll lay you out right here?”

“You did lay me out, Gemma,” Jonica says smiling, “With that dumb ass crash test dummy shit we tried on Marie in the last fall. All I was trying to do was come up with an excuse so that you could save face after Jessika kicked your ass.”

“She didn’t kick my ass,” Gemma says, “You weren’t even here when it started.”

“Looks like she kicked your ass to me,” Jonica says, “Right Joe?”

“Yup,” Joe says, “Ass. Kicked. Street. Jessika. Yup.”

“Well, Hawk, what do you think?” Gemma says standing in anger

“You were about to break that hold and pound the shit out of her,” Hawksmoor says, “She was gonna be nothing but hair and hurt.”

“See?” Gemma says and she and Jonica get in each other’s faces

“Ladies, let’s calm it down,” Joe says

“Yeah,” Hawksmoor says tugging on Gemma’s arm, “There will be plenty of time to fight among yourselves after you finish off Kayla and Marie. Right now, you guys can close them out, but you can’t if you’re fighting among yourselves like this.”

“You guys are really blowing it,” Joe says, “In fact, I’m taking a walk. I’m getting tired of seeing you guys squander opportunities on dumb shit.”

“Joe!” Jonica yells, but he’s already gone. She turns and faces Gemma, “See what you did? You’re going to pay for that, Gemma. You really are going to pay for that.”

“Make me pay now!” Gemma shouts as Hawk walks her back to Bourbon. I couldn’t believe it; they hated each other, but they were able to beat us twice in a row… how was that possible. How could their hatred be greater than my love for Kayla and Kayla’s love for me? How could their blind rage and obvious sexual frustration be greater than our cohesiveness, both in the ring and in the bedroom?

“WHO DAT?!! WHO DAT?!! WHO DAT SAY DE’ GON’ BEAT THEM SAINTS?!!”

I find myself surrounded by people dressed in black and gold and covered in Mardi Gras beads… they’re chanting at me and I realize this is what anyone in this city who chooses to wear another NFL team’s jersey must put up with. The New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl earlier this year and football season is in full swing, especially with the rival Atlanta Falcons coming into town this weekend. As I try to move, the street has become well backed, even below the balconies onto the sidewalks, full of drunks and full of crazies. I fight through the crowd to find Jonica, but I don’t see her anymore. The smells down here are just overpowering for me and just like altitude will do a number on you, this city is well below sea level and I’ve been having my share of breathing issues. I’ve fought here before; I’ve won here before… but the smoking and the boozing and the funky people and the soreness from the previous falls… let’s just say it’s an experience being in the French Quarter on a hot day.  

Suddenly, the noises are loud and everything is hurting my ears. I’m thinking back over the match and how Jonica beat me; I’m seeing Kayla’s face and watching Gemma curse at Jonica and how it only made Jonica angrier. If Kayla had cursed me, I would’ve cried, but this girl, Jonica, she seemed to feed off of it. There’s a brass band matching down the street, blasting Dr. John’s “Right Place, Wrong Time.” There are strippers on every corner doing upside down splits and on the balconies getting beads thrown to them for showing their breasts; there are dogs pissing in the street and homeless people dancing and bumping into drunks begging for change and you can’t go ten feet without seeing someone getting arrested, mainly a guy for exposing his privates to get a girl to do the same. I can’t concentrate with all of this going on and I’m starting to feel nauseous… I go to an alley and try to gather myself.

“Marie,” a soft female voice, I turn and the punch hits my nose and knocks me square on my ass… Jonica. I back up against the wall and she grabs me by the v-neck of my jersey, pulling it up a little and drawing back her fist.

“You’ve been following me!” she says, “What? Didn’t get enough last time?”

“It’s a coincidence,” I say, with my heart in my throat, “Just a coincidence; let go of me.”

She looks at her hand and at my hands, which are raised and against the wall. She doesn’t really have me and she knows I’m afraid. She draws back hard and I flinch… she smiles.

“Not so tough now, are you?” she says

“I’m a lot tougher than you are,” I say to save a little face, putting my hand on her wrist and giving it a little twist as a warning

“Yeah, maybe you’re tougher when it comes to taking a beating,” she replies, “but I’d rather not find out that about myself.”

She grabs my crotch with her right hand, unzips my pants and buries it down the front. I reach down before the pleasure takes me and try to pull her hand out, but by doing this, I’m helping her stroke me. I feel my legs buckle and the back of my head lean against the wall.

“You’re a soft delicate little one, aren’t you, Marie?” she says as she pins her body against mine.

“Yes, I am,” I say, placing both my hands on her shoulders and giving her the weakest push

“Why do you seem so afraid of me?” she says, whispering in my ear

“Because you beat me,” I say automatically, on the verge of climaxing as her finger has entered me, teasing the boundaries of my pleasure and my hatred; I was truly growing weaker by the second, unable the focus

“But I’m sure you lost before,” she says, sounding like a reassuring mother, “don’t you think you can bounce back?”

“Not the way you beat me,” I say, “The way you beat me, you took my heart and battered my pride.”

“Good… bye now.”

The uppercut hit me just below my navel, forcing a “WHUUULLPP!!!” from me as I was lifted off my feet, banged my head against the wall, and crumbled to the ground holding my stomach.

“You know what?” she says, “After what you did to me, on second thought, I want a little more.”

She yanks me to my feet, pulling up my shirt and exposing my pale stomach. I have some pretty nice abs and my bellybutton is round about the size of a dime and only sticks in a little (I hate the guy writing this story; only he could make me say things like this). She hits me there with submarine shots, each one forcing an “UF!!” from me as I try to catch her fist with my left hand and raise up on my toes… I have really pretty toes and despite the pain I’m in, I keep them in the flip flops so that they don’t get ruined by whatever the hell that goop is on the streets down here.

“Uff…uff, uff, uff, uff, uff, uff, uff, UFF!! Ooh!!”

I hear myself as she hammers my stomach and I can’t believe it’s me making those sounds and not her. “You sound like you’re still being fucked,” she says as she grinds her fist deep into my lower stomach, “you like it, don’t you, baby girl?”

“You’re gonna pay for this, Jonica!” I yell as I climax again

“It’s awfully easy to make you cum,” she says, “I think last night, you may have sprung a leak, hahahahaha!! Well let me see it I can plug it up.”

Her knee smashes my crotch and I try hard to hold on to consciousness as I look into her eyes… I look down and see her fist traveling in slow motion towards my aching stomach. It slams into me and I can see my own face, as my mouth opens and the wind and ecstasy is driven from me and I skate to dreamland… she knocked me into an out-of-body experience. I look up and see her, just as my eyes are closing… she beat me… again.

more to come...

[howardcosell]

note: I think the previous three chapters of this had the whole stories posted at the same time. I would do it that way, but I don't trust a single computer in my house because I've had way too many crashes. I'm posting this as I do it. I hope you are all having a great day

[~Rox Erotique~]

WOW!!!! MORE!!!! MORE!!!!

SO funny!!! (i hate the guy writing this; only he could make me say things like this) HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! FANTASTIC!!!

Great emotion too!!!! I feel sorry for Marie B even though I want to destroy her!!!! you got the hate and petty bickering between me and Jonica down to perfection! and your description of New Orleans puts me right there!!!! And building the war between me and Jessika! Awesome!!!

WHO DAT!!! WHO DAT!!! IT'S HOWARD ROCKING MY WORLD!!!

x G x

PS. Jonica's 'unwashed' beauty??? pee'd myself!!! LOL (she is awefully dirty!!!)

[howardcosell]

Act III: Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Setting: A dark alley in the French Quarter of New Orleans

My mind drifts as the pain settles in… the sights, the smells, I feel little red creatures all over me; their broken muddy bodies looking like little angry miniature lobsters, their smell an awful rotten spicy funk… did she hit me that hard? I rise to find myself covered in crawfish shells. My jersey is all kinds of ways messed up and I stare at the short Asian kid standing in front of me. “See?” he says to someone I can’t quite make out, “I just came out here to throw out the trash and she was in the can. I pulled her out and she tried to put me in a choke and she kept talking about Hanukah.”

“It’s Jonica,” I say, trying to figure out whether or not I even want to dust myself off

“Good morning, girl,” oh no… that voice, “How you been? Good morning, girl, is love within? I see your face everywhere; I see your smile, your golden hair. I see your eyes, shining through, those gentle eyes, silver blue.”

“Too Sexy,” I say, rolling my eyes because it’s a natural reaction, “What are you doing here? I thought you‘d be out somewhere sniffing bellybuttons or getting beaten up by your wife.”

“Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage,” the 6’1” long haired Black man all dressed in purple says

“I don’t have a clue what that means,” I say and start to walk away (oh no, now I’m doing it)

“Do you know what it means, to miss New Orleans?” he says and steps in front of me, his goatee cupping around his smile as he tries to stroke my cheek

“You know what?” I say, staring up at him, “You may be able to help me. I was just wondering… when I beat you, I completely humiliated you in front of your wife and for a girl as small as I am to beat someone as cocky as you are, that must’ve really hurt. I’m coping with a similar situation, maybe you could tell me how it felt to be beaten and how did you cope with it.”

“I feel the earth move, under my feet, I feel the sky crumbling down, crumbling down!” is his response, “I don’t ever wanna feel, like I did that day; take to the place I love; take me all the way! So, I just pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again!”

“Am I still dreaming?” I say more to myself than to him as I try again to walk around him, “Maybe I’ll just go back to giving you two sentence responses. That didn‘t help me.”

“How can I convince you, that what you see is real? Who am I to blame you, for doubting what you feel. I was always reaching, you were just a girl I knew, I took for granted, the friend I have in you,” he says smiling,

“Will you please cut out the fucking song lyrics!!” I say, “Let me pass!! I’m hurt; I’m beaten; I’m depressed; and I don’t have time for your shit, okay? “

“Hey now! Hey, now! Don’t dream it’s over… they come, they come, to build a wall between us… you know, they won’t win.”

“That’s it!! You want a reaction, buddy? Either get out of my way or my foot is going to react on your face!” and then, he cringes and steps aside… feet are his kryptonite

“Why does it always seem to be, I’m looking at you; you’re looking at me… it’s always the same, it’s just a shame, that’s all!”

“Just show me how to get out of here, get me some clothes, and get lost,” I say, fighting back tears… seems like everything is confusing now.

“Walk this way,” he says and he takes me through the back of a bar. At this point, I have no idea which one it is and I don’t care. I don’t care if this is a dream or if it’s real because regardless, I still got my ass handed to me by Jonica again and my pride is down in between these ten little things at the ends of my feet that Too Sexy hates so much. Kayla was probably out with Heather or Jessika or both and here I was, in the middle of somewhere out there, with someone I hadn’t spoken to in three years, walking through a dark bar with a live blues performer and a crowd of rednecks and beatniks and characters of all sorts chanting “WHO DAT?” at me. I can’t win; I can’t face Jonica; the way I feel right now, Kayla and I are doomed. I don’t even know if I want to go back to the hotel.

“You’ve got the touch, you’ve got the power,” Too Sexy says handing me a change of clothes in a bag and waving goodbye, “Don‘t you know that you are a superstar? And all the world will love you just as long, as long as you are! Don‘t stop believing, hold on to that feeling. Speedlights, people.”

I go into the bathroom and find what I would expect to find. The bathroom is clean, but there are several women huddled around one who’s vomiting in the sink and there‘s another girl pissing on the round drain in the middle of the floor. I put on my outfit and it’s an Alice in Wonderland dress… oh well, when in Rome…

“Excuse me,” a tall black haired girl with a nose piercing says as she just had the nerve to open the door to the stall I was changing in, “Do you have a tampon on you? Wow; you look like The Wizard of Oz, XXX, of course.”

I love New Orleans. This girl looks like a taller sluttier version of Snooki from that really awful reality tv show, “The Jersey Shore.” She throws a punch at me and I shrug my shoulders and she misses me because that’s how drunk and off-target she was. I have no idea why this girl is trying to hit me, but I kick her crotch and she makes an “Uggghhh!” sound and falls forward. I sidestep her and her head hits the toilet. The other two, also with black hair rush me and now, I’m so glad I have these black shoes on because I jump onto the seat of the toilet, flip up, doing a handstand on the door as they all miss me, slipping and falling into the stall, then I spin down and kick the door closed. What the hell was that about? What really gets me is that they are so drunk, they can’t get the door to open up and they’re on the inside of it. A punch hits my jaw, knocking me back and I slip on urine and fall to the floor. Now what? Another tall girl, thick Cajun accent, dark brown hair, Saints jersey #9 Drew Brees.

“You dun cum round de wrong partay town wearin’ dat Giants jersey, chile,” she says. I can’t tell if it’s more the accent or the fact that she smells like a brewery sprayed in shit that has her talking like that

“Come on now,” I say, I really don’t have time for this, “I took it off; I’m Alice now; Alice in Wonderland.”

“You are Wizard of Oz; De Oz is around de corner.” she says and rushes in on me, but she’s wearing 6-inch heels. One kick to her stomach and she goes down. I’m angry now; I mount her and start punching her face, but I feel hands grabbing me around my waist, pulling up my dress, and a fist crunches against my crotch, paralyzing me, but only for a moment because the power lacked power. The other idiots found their way out of the stall. I still don’t know why they’re fighting me.

“What the fuck is with you bitches?” I say, “What the fuck is with all of you? I can’t take it anymore!! You are all crazy!!”

“Off with her head!! This ish a segregated stall,” the Snooki-looking one says, “Only brunettes allowed; yo little blonde ash is out of your fucking jurishdissun!”

The four of them start punching me and pulling my hair, but the punches don’t hurt that much and I’m more concerned with whatever the hell is on their hands to make them so wet as they pull my hair. I wonder now if I’m going to make it to my match tonight; it seems as though the city has swallowed me.

“Sluts!!” a hero has come to save me… I watch as my South African lover yanks one cxnt after the other and tosses them to the ground. A sidekick slams into the Snooki girl’s heart and she collapses. A right cross to the jaw drops the girl with the girl with the Cajun accent. A knee to the stomach and a double axe handle to the back of the neck drops another brunette and a choke toss into the door of a stall knocks out the last girl. Kayla pulls me to my feet and looks me over.

“What are you doing here?” I say to her; she’s so fearless and so strong, but she doubles over, holding her ribs

“I was about to ask you the same question,” she says, “I was about to get some drinks to ease the pain I’m feeling. I went and jogged a bit down St. Charles towards the Garden District, but I got caught up in a second line.”

“What’s a second line?” I say

“After a parade or some event down here, the people decide to blast music, walk down the street, block the traffic, dance, sing, get drunk, dry hump one another, act crazy, throw beads at one another… it’s a walking party. Lots of people dressed like Indians,” she says, “turns out, there was a jazz funeral today and everybody just decided to have a second line after the funeral.”

Of course, Kayla was smart enough to wear black jeans and a gold shirt. I hug her tightly… I’m having a hard time holding onto my sanity; maybe somebody put a curse on me or something… I can’t stop thinking about Jonica and how she hurt me deep… and for some reason, like a sheltered girl feeling sexy for the first time, I feel the sinful shyness of wanting her to beat me again. The feeling of her fists hammering the confidence out of me, like a sexual struggle where I am allowed to think I’m in compete control and dictating my pace only to be thrust on my stomach and fucked from behind, it’s attached itself to me. I’ve lost a lot of fights; I’ve been beaten and I’ve submitted plenty of times… but only four women have really beaten me that way; only four have conquered and submitted my heart and my completeness has been invaded by their sexiness and power. One is Kayla, one is a former teammate of mine; one’s name starts with the letter “S” and she’s blonde and crazy (so that there‘s no confusion; I‘ve matched up with a lot of crazy women with names that start with “S”), and one is Jonica. I can’t tell Kayla that I long for Jonica’s touch in final combat… I long to know the ecstasy of defeat at her hands once again… I just can’t.

We walk about together only to find a large black SUV waiting for us.

“It is time,” the driver says, a silver haired female, but she looks about our age. We get in and we are driven to the Superdome. I wonder if we’re going to fight on the field, but it becomes clear by all the elevators we take that we are going to the top of the building… huh? The top of the building?

“Focus, Marie,” Kayla says, “Remember what they did to us; remember how they beat us last time… now, it’s time for our revenge.”

She doesn’t know it, but that didn’t exactly make me feel good as we enter the large room. I realize something… every time I look out of one of the windows, the skyline is different. I must be going insane and that hand grenade Kayla gave me to drink to relax myself isn’t helping. The place is empty and I could tell it used to be some kind of restaurant or something like that. Boche is there in his referee’s outfit; Too Sexy is there unfortunately, introducing himself to Boche with a “Pleased to meet you; hope you get my name… woot woo!”

Then I see them; Gemma Rox in a red sports bra, red shorts pulled up above the navel (take that, Howard!), black grappling gloves and white sneakers. Jonica… knots form in my stomach as she looks at me…5’2” decked out in a short white shirt and blue jean shorts and bare pretty pedicured feet with red toenails (take that again, Howard)… didn’t she wear that the last time we fought? Tacky, but so beautiful. She and Gemma break into laugher at my Alice in Wonderland get-up, but Jonica slaps Gemma on the back while laughing and Gemma shoves Jonica in response. I should’ve changed on the way here. I kick my shoes and socks off.

“Uhm Marie,” Kayla says, “I forgot to give this to you on the way.”

Good ole Kayla comes through again… it’s my lucky gold one piece. Well, not really lucky because I have a bunch of them.

“I’ve got my lucky one piece, you skank bitches!” I yell, “My lucky fucking one piece and I’m gonna fuck both of you up!!”

“Yeah,” Gemma says, “Bring it on shorty! We’re gonna send you back to Emma Fox in a pine box (great, now she’s doing it too)! Your little arse is mine!”

“An arse is an arse, of course, of course!” is my response

“Shut up, all of you!!” Jessika rearing her ugly old crusty head again, all decked out in a leather dominatrix outfit. “I know I look good, so don’t even start with me, bitches! This is the revolving restaurant here at the top of the Louisiana Superdome; that’s why you may notice that the skyline keeps changing; the room is spinning, but spinning slowly.”

Great, as if my stomach wasn’t feeling bad enough we have to fight in an empty, spinning room… it took me this long to notice the ring.

“Kayla, do you have strategy for this match?” I say, trying to sound confident, but also a bit concerned. Jonica hadn’t taken her eyes off of me and I hadn’t taken my eyes off of her.

“I don’t have a strategy,” Kayla says, “We’re better fighters than they are; we’re going to wipe the ring with them. We‘ve both been in the ring with some of the best in the world, Marie, and great fighters rise to the occasion, no matter what is ailing them, physical or mental. I feel like I‘ve been in hibernation, and it took being fucked with twin dildos for six hours and seeing it for me to wake up.”

I was glad she was so confident, then I saw something else that made me cringe. Heather, Kayla’s girlfriend, was sitting near the ring… she says, “I love you, Kayla! Beat some ass for me and I’ll give you some tonight!”

I kept looking at Heather and looking back at Jonica, who flicked her tongue at me, and any calm that was in me was gone… replaced only by sadness and fear.

“This will be a tag team no holds barred match, right here in the ring,” Jessika said, “But submissions and knockouts count anywhere in the building. Since there’s a possibility that you girls may get separated and Boche can’t be in two places at once, I will be the other referee. Joe, Hawksmoor, Too Sexy, and Heather the home-wrecking whore, while this is a no-holds barred match, you are not allowed to interfere or else you will answer to me. Now, get in the fucking ring!”

The four of us entered from opposite sides. Too Sexy moved towards some contraption under a blanket and he pulled it out to reveal a giant black penis that was propped on a staff like a Gatling gun.

“Start the match! Shoot the fucking flare!!” Jessika yells and with that, he pushes something inside the balls of the penis and bubbles shoot from the head… bubbles from a penis, seems less like a green light and more like an STD… yup, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen strikes again. But who knows, that thing might come in handy. We all look at one another as Kayla will start the match against Gemma… Kayla and I high-five each other as I read Gemma’s lips to Jonica, telling her, “Don’t fuck this up or I fuck you up.”

I don’t know how much time I’ll have to get my head out of the clouds and my stomach out of my throat… I better figure it out fast as I watch Gemma and Kayla square off and the spinning in the room seems to pick up considerably.

Next… the match!

[Kayla]

Oh wowee! What an amazing build-up! Funny, naughty, sassy, sexy, kinky, all in one!  

That big black bubble shooting dildo sounds frighteningly wicked!   Come on, Marie, we MUST win this one! Let's give those two sluts a taste of their own medicine! Tee hee!  

Hugs
Kayla

[~Rox Erotique~]

YAY!!! I love Too Sexy! lol, he makes me smile!

great pace and emotion, really on the edge of my seat here!!!

x G x

[howardcosell]

Act IV: Saturday Night’s Alright For Fightin’
Setting: The revolving restaurant at the top of the Louisiana Superdome in New Orleans

I remember when I was a little girl how easy it was for me. I had Mom and Dad and I was an energetic, inquisitive, exploring child who always tested the boundaries of everything… because I knew I was protected. I’ve never really been alone for too long in any period of my life and I’ve never lacked friends, but I know what it is to be misunderstood; I know what it is to be bullied, and I know what it is to have a broken heart and a shattered dream. I learned how to wrestle and I learned how to fight; I honestly thought that I could have a pretty successful career as a fighter and I actually have done a lot better than I’d ever imagined. I’ve met women who were brutal warriors and defeated some, and I’ve met women like Jonica, who have neophyte fight skills and still have a little something extra, a killer curiosity, that gives them victory.

I watch as Kayla fires punches at Gemma’s raised arms and I see the 5’3” brown haired tattooed Gemma backing up and bending her legs, making herself the smallest target she can. Then, she quickly bends forward and pushes off the balls up her feet as Kayla misses several strikes; Gemma is on the inside of Kayla’s reach and begins to fire off several accurate rights and lefts to Kayla’s damaged ribs. It doesn’t take long before Kayla grabs Gemma’s arms and looks to throw a knee to her body, but Gemma steps behind Kayla’s leg and shoulder taps her own the chin. The force is enough to send Kayla down, but Gemma stays on her feet. I see Jessika give an “oh great” expression as Kayla folds her arms behind her head and raises her knees, the way an experienced ground fighter, or someone who’s seen and fought enough of them, would do in this situation.

I know from the previous fights that Gemma likes the ground and pound method and that’s fine for her; she’s showed some wrestling skill, but her boxing, or rather, her “controlled brawling” is her bread and butter. Gemma fakes a stomp to Kayla’s stomach, then shifts and hits a kick to her right set of ribs and Kayla instantly grabs them. Gemma then drops down across her, pinning Kayla’s right arm between both of their stomachs. I would expect Gemma to go for a crucifix here, but she starts punching Kayla’s face with her left hand and Kayla’s crotch with her right hand while landing knees to Kayla’s side. I can’t believe it.

I look over at Jonica and she blows me a kiss. Kayla only has one hand to defend herself with, but she shows off her strength by pushing off of her legs and bucking Gemma off of her. Kayla is hurting; this I know and as Gemma reaches her feet first, I start to run in and hit her to give Kayla more time, but I choose not to. One thing about Kayla, she’s good at playing opossum and she kicks herself back to her feet, dodging one of Gemma’s hooks and landing a hard kick across Gemma’s waist, the knee of Kayla’s leg folding Gemma over at the stomach with a loud “OOF!!” Kayla hooks Gemma’s head under her arm and falls backwards, the top of Gemma’s head crashes on the cheap mat and Gemma rolls over onto her back… classic DDT. Kayla is still favoring her ribs, but gets up and jumps, driving her elbow down onto Gemma’s heart. Gemma rolls onto her stomach holding her chest and coughing and Kayla stands, sits on Gemma’s back, and pulls her chin up in a submission hold we all know as the camel clutch.

“Come on, Gemma, shit!” Jonica yells, “Your fighting is as bad as your accent! Let’s go!”

“Gemma, do you submit?” Boche says, leaning over the Brit

“Hell, fucking, NO!!” Gemma says and she tries to power out of the hold, but Kayla just stands and drops that great ass of hers down on the small of Gemma’s back, forcing that silly bitch back down. Kayla pulls Gemma’s head back to where they make eye contact.

“It’s really nice when you’ve got a person all wrapped up what you can do, huh slut?” Kayla says, “You fuck them when they’re unwilling… well, I hope you’re willing to take a ride, tee hee!”

Kayla stands Gemma up and switches to a full nelson. I know what Kayla’s going to do as she falls backwards, throwing Gemma onto her own neck in a tiger suplex. Kayla stands and smiles as we hear a terrible groan come from Gemma. Kayla and I have both been in the camel clutch and had it turn into a tiger suplex; there’s a wrestler who uses that combo and we’re happy to steal it… let’s just say she’s rich, she’s redheaded, she’s wretched royalty, her name starts with an “S” and we really really really really really really really really really don’t like her. Kayla takes Gemma’s legs, spreads them, and kicks her hard between them, forcing a “GOUGH!!” from Gemma as she rolls on her side. Kayla takes the time to do a jumping split, slamming her strong crotch right on Gemma’s solar plexus and forcing an “UFF!” from her.

“Gemma, if you don’t get your walking mosaic looking ass off that fucking mat, I’m going to kick your worthless as myself!” Jonica shouts, “You get the fuck up now!”

Gemma is still down, so Kayla walks over and tags me in; she’s still favoring her ribs. I grab the top rope of propel myself into the ring, looking to land a double footstomp on Gemma, but I didn’t look as I was flipping and didn’t realize that she moved. Oh well, I land on my feet, but I barely see the right cross coming from my left as she gets me right above the ear. I stumble, but she comes around with a hook/uppercut hybrid punch that tags my chin, snaps my head upward and almost knocks me off my feet. What keeps me from going down? Gemma grabs my arm and whips me to the corner, where Jonica is, I can hear Gemma running behind me, so I grab the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle and try to do a handstand, but Jonica yanks my right hand off and I hit my head on the turnbuckle just as Gemma slams a forearm into my kidneys and Jonica punches me in the left eye.

“Now that is the way it’s supposed to work!” Jonica says

“Shut up!” Gemma says, spinning me around, but I leap up onto the turnbuckle and jump off before Jonica can grab me. I wrap my legs around Gemma’s neck and try to throw her in a flying hurricana, but she spins with me, then jumps up, slamming me hard on my back and head butting me in the crotch at the same time. She mounts me, but I can tell she’s dizzy, so I lock my up her arms and lock my legs around her waist, squeezing it. We’re both pretty winded, but I’ve got to get mine back and take more out of her. She starts crawling me into her own corner. She manages to force her arms up enough to grab the bottom rope, pressing me into a seated position in the corner and causing me to readjust my legs. She grabs the middle rope and head butts me right in the nose, “unnhh!” I cry as Jonica tags herself in…

I have to let Gemma go to fight Jonica, so I release the body scissors and expect her to get off of me, but Gemma forces me back down on my back while Jonica starts stomping on my legs. Gemma gets a knee into my crotch and I’m wondering where the fuck Boche is, but he’s restraining Kayla… I could never understand that about wrestling matches; the ref should keep his eyes on the women in the ring and if Kayla’s trying to help me, then obviously something’s going on. I start throwing punches at Gemma from my back and hitting her in the side of the head, but Jonica steps on my hair and my head is forced down. Gemma puts her knee on my stomach and starts punching my face and applying pressure with the knee while Jonica tries to stomp on my face, but she stomps on Gemma’s hand.

“Ow!!” Gemma cries as she stands and looks at Jonica, “If I didn’t have these gloves on, you could’ve broken my hand, you dumb inconsiderate--”

“Then move your fucking hand then!” Jonica says and I am able enough to slip from under her and try to work my hair from under her feet… I just decide to lick her across her toes.

“Oh Joe yes!” she says, then covers her mouth, but the important thing is that she jumps and lifts her feet. I get up and she grabs my head, but I lower my shoulder and drive it hard into her solar plexus… “AUGH!!” she cries as I’ve driven her right back into the corner. I can’t make eye contact with her and can’t think of what happened before… I’ve got to do this. I aim lower and thrust my shoulder hard and deep into Jonica’s stomach. I hear “OUUUGGGHHH, OH HO HOOO!!” coming from her as I give her three more hard shoulder thrusts and I stand as she slouches in the corner and looks at me.

I’m breathing pretty heavily and I don’t know why… I grab her by her head and I try to turn mine so I don’t have to see her face, but Gemma hits me with a slap to my face, turning my head as Jonica starts getting little uppercuts into my stomach, forcing “ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh” sounds from me as I easily double over and she hooks my head into a guillotine choke. My head is being twisted at an awkward angle and I can see Gemma slap Jonica hard.

“Tag!” Gemma says and while Jonica’s hold on me loosened when she got slapped, she still maintains it while Gemma rams knees to my left side of ribs. Boche is counting and I’m stuck, but I know what I may be able to try.

“Hit her belly, dumb ass,” Jonica says, “She’s the fast one; take her speed away!”

“She’s doesn’t look so fucking fast now, candy arse,” Gemma responds, but I’ve got a surprise for them, I use my strength, wrapping my arms around Jonica’s waist and standing, throwing her backwards with all my might in a Northern Lights or Bridge Suplex, depending on your preference… but the wind is knocked from me as Gemma nails me right in the pit of my stomach… I really can’t breathe… I let Jonica go before the motion was even complete. My eyes are closed and I don’t feel anyone’s hands on me, but I feel the sounds of someone moving around close by.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Gemma!” that’s Joe’s voice; he sounds really, really concerned, “She got dropped on the top of her head because of you! You could’ve broken her neck!! Why didn’t you throw the punch sooner?”

“How was I supposed to know Marie was going to that?” Gemma responds, “Your dumb ass bitch suggested that I hit Marie in the gut, and I did!”

“One… two… three… four…” Boche is counting

“Get up, Jonica!” Gemma yells, “It didn’t hurt that bad! You’re a tough girl! Get your lilly arse up!!”

“Come on Marie!” Kayla’s voice now… I open my eyes and I see Jonica crawling towards her corner. I grab her by her foot and yank it hard, then wrap my own leg around it and start crab walking myself back to my own corner, dragging Jonica who‘s on her stomach clawing at the mat, with me. Sure, she beat me; sure, she’s got my number, but I’m doing everything possible not to let her make that tag. I’m not at my best and I can see that Kayla’s injuries and my own confidence issues are playing against us. I have to be a thinking fighter again, the fighter I know I am. As I back up, I try to avoid the windows with the skyline moving and I try not to think about all the pain my stomach has taken; I intend to keep my lunch down (shit, I’m a fucking gymnast, but right now, I‘m feeling downright gymnasty).

Her other foot catches me in the nose, but I see it coming and bend her legs into a four, then lock my other leg between them while twisting her ankle. I’m not a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu expert or anything like that, but I’ve been taught by and fought my fair share of them. I look up at Kayla, who’s still holding her aching ribs and I smile. I reach up and tag her in and she immediately bounces off the ropes, jumps and drops the back of her calf across the back of Jonica’s already aching neck while I keep my hold on. I get up and start to climb back onto the ring apron, but I see Gemma charging towards Kayla. Boche turns around to stop her, but fuck it, I run, leapfrog him and land right on her shoulders giving her a facefull of my crotch. And before she can drop my again, I slip behind her, wrap my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist, looking to take her down in a scissored sleeper, but she backs up hard and mashes me in the corner, forcing me to let go.

I can see Kayla has Jonica in the other corner and hits her with a left hook to her jaw and a right cross to her chin, then Jonica coughs hard as Kayla kicks her in the crotch, but as Jonica falls forward, Kayla pushes her back into the corner and digs two vicious uppercuts to Jonica’s stomach, forcing her up on her toes with two “OOOF’s.” Boche seems torn between obligations as I am blocking and dodging Gemma’s angry punches and landing some shots to her ribs, but I stagger back as she catches me with a straight right between my eyes and folds me over with a left hook to my liver as I try to peek around her to see what Kayla and Jonica are doing. I look up at Gemma and she looks pretty pissed off… but when doesn’t she.

“I think it’s time to work the heavy bag,” she says, and forces an “OOF!!” from me as she drills a right hand deep into my stomach

“But Gemma,” I cough out, “I’m not even heavy… UGGHHH!!”

She nails me in the solar plexus and I know I’m looking really weak. She jabs me twice to my stomach, a little below my navel and I widen my eyes and jump each time, lowering my arms only to get jammed in the solar plexus with another right hand. I’m about to go down and she knows.

“Gemma… help me…” that’s Jonica’s voice, and Gemma turns her head… I use the part of me that’s most responsible for getting me in and out of trouble (my head, stupid!) and ram it into Gemma’s stomach, right on the waistband of her boxing shorts that is covering her navel.

“OOOOOUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!! FUCK FUCK!!!” she cries and I take note that she and Jonica’s groans tend to be a lot longer and use a lot more vowels than mine. She doubles over and I send her down flat on her back with a knee to her face. I fall forward from pure exhaustion and my head hits Gemma’s crotch hard; I hear Jessika say, “Meeting of the minds, hahhahaha!” and hear Heather’s laughter as well. I’d imagine Gemma sat up from that one, but I can feel she’s motionless as well… no matter… the spinning in the room is affecting me and so is Jonica, even though she’s no where near.

“UUUNNNHHHH!!!” okay, that was definitely Kayla… I lift my head up and see Jonica standing there holding her stomach and Kayla down holding her jaw with blood on her face… how is this possible; Kayla was winning. Then I see the evidence of blood in Jonica’s hair… I guess she used her head too. Gemma and Kayla are both down, and Boche breathes a sigh of relief.

“Okay,” he says, “You two are the legal women now!”

“But Kayla never tagged me back in,” I say

“What’s wrong, Marie?” Jonica says, “Afraid I’m going to beat you again?”

I raise my fists and she beckons me with a “come on” gesture… Heaven help me…

[howardcosell]

Act V: Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me
Setting: Inside a mind full of worry, but longing to stir the echoes of confidence and fearlessness.

Can I tell you a secret? I’ve been in so many fights and I’ve got that whole “You Gotta Have Heart” thing going for me… but there’s something that I realize. Heart wasn’t what was getting me into all those fights with opponents who were more experienced and far more dangerous than I was. I was just being naïve and dumb and if I’m experienced now, I realize that I may be in over my head. Maybe I just got lucky when I beat those girls; maybe I’m not as good as I say I am or as anyone says I am. Maybe… my head snaps back as Jonica hits me with a stiff jab… I’m reminded of the dildo she violated me with and I try not to blush, keeping my arms low as she pops me again in the chin.

“Come on, little girl,” she says, “show me you’re not still afraid of being beaten.”

She wings a punch at my head and I dodge it, landing a shot to her side… she’s hurt… she’s really hurt; I think I got her liver. She looks at me and I see an expression that I know is fear and it registers that she isn’t as experienced at fighting as I am, but maybe she is and maybe I’m ripe for another upset. I move in on her slowly and she catches me with a straight right to my stomach, just above my navel and I blow out air and fold over. I see her move in on me, but slower than before and I raise my arms and she gets me with stinging shots to my sides, ribs and drops me to my knees with an uppercut to the stomach.

I cling at her legs as she seems to wants to kneel down with me, but I throw a hard uppercut and feel her chin and hear her “Unnhhh!!” as she staggers back. I rise and hold my aching stomach as I move in on her, avoiding a front kick to the gut that may have finished me and landing a superman punch to her forehead, knocking her into the ropes. I find her liver again with another left hook and she folds over after a delay. But on her way down, she catches me with a drop toehold and I go face first into the middle rope. I feel blood cover my face and know that the rope cut me above my eyebrow as she hurts me by thrusting her shoulder into my stomach and tackling me, but I roll her over and end up on top, placing my knees on her chest, grabbing her head and pulling it forward in a can opener. Her hair is falling in her face and she screams, then she starts hitting me with lefts and rights to my face. Ultimately, I just let her go and fall off of her, landing in a seated position as she drives the wind out of me with a kick to my stomach from her own seated position.

Maybe I can’t beat this girl. Here she is, barely a fighter, and here I am, face covered in blood, stomach and ribs battered and bruised. They’ve been concentrating on me because they figured I’m the weaker part of the team, and maybe they’re right. She’s on me again; I roll to a semi-fetal position as she hammers my left side with right hands, but I crack her jaw good with an elbow. I quickly get to my feet and we come together to exchange punches. I land a left hook to her jaw that turns her head and she backs up, but she snaps my head back with a jab. I duck under the follow up haymaker right and nail her in the stomach, forcing a “whoosh” from her, but she hurts me with an elbow to the back of my neck while I’m leaning down to punch her again. But I can look in her eyes now, though it pains me to do so… I’m realizing that as sexy as it is to lose to this girl, I can’t let her beat me… I can’t. I jump in at her looking to unload as many punches as I can and overwhelm her with my speed and accuracy; no matter what, I’m still faster than she is, but she ducks, cracks me with an uppercut to my chin and gets me with the submarine shot to my navel…

I’m frozen… if I had a buck for every time someone has gotten me with that punch, I’d change my name to Scrooge McDuck, I’d have so much money, I could swim in it. It’s my Achilles’ heel, my kryptonite, my weak point, weak spot, and I am the weakest link… goodbye! I stumble and she rushes in, looking to take me down. This is something that I’d welcome; I know I’ve got a good ground game, but she’s outwrestled me once before. I try to hook her in a guillotine and she twists my arm. I cry out loudly, a lot louder than I would have with anyone other than Jonica or Kayla, and she does something amazing, but painful for me. She presses her fist against my stomach on the navel while keeping the half nelson on me, then she picks me up and slams me down, her fists sinking in deep and forcing a lot of beaten pain and amazement from my face as I let out an “uuuuhhhhhh.”

She takes her hands and pins me down by my wrists; I struggle to break the hold, but she’s got her knees pinning down the insides of my thighs, preventing me from locking on a body scissors. She grabs me by the sides of my head and pulls me close; I think she’s going to kiss me… wait, didn’t this happen to me before, someplace else? Then she slams the back of my head down four painful times. The room seem to be spinning… wait, it is spinning. She slaps me hard and starts to roll me over onto my stomach… I have no idea what she’s got in mind, but I wrap my legs around her waist from behind and squeeze hard… I feel her body softening in this doggy style squeeze and I do a pushup… but she reaches under me and squeezes my breasts.

“AHHH!!!” I cry and hiss, but I squeeze even harder and hear her make her own “AHHH!!”

“Somebody get those two bitches a bottle and some clean diapers,” Jessika says, and once again, I hear Heather’s laughter and my heart sinks.

“Come on, Marie!” Kayla is back in the corner; I didn’t even notice that she got up. So, I assume Gemma is up too and when two handfuls of my hair are grabbed and I’m being pulled back, even as I still feel Jonica’s hands squeezing my breasts, I know it’s Gemma. I look up and see Kayla running right at me, then she jumps over me with one leg extended, and I hear Gemma’s “UNNHHH!!!” Gotta love that sidekick… well, not if you’re Gemma Rox… and by the way, that name sucks. Gemma Rox, what kind of stupid name is that? What the hell does it mean? And yes, it’s coming from someone named Marie B… bitches.

I know Boche is probably tied up in trying to separate Kayla and Gemma as I start to crawl my way to the ropes, feeling the wetness of my now bleeding breasts, but Jonica stands up, grabs my arms, pulling me up and drops to a seated position… my chin crashes against the mat and I know it’s now cut too. I release the body scissors and take in as much air as I can. I can see Boche walking Kayla back to the corner and now, he’s talking to me, but I don’t know what the fuck he’s saying. I feel my legs being crossed and a knee drops hard against the back of my head, banging my face against the mat once more. I feel my legs being crossed and now pulled up by one hand and I feel the horrible pain of fingers digging into my stomach…AAAAUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!! It’s a combination of a surfboard stretch, a reverse Boston crab, and a belly claw.

“Just quit, bitch,” Gemma’s got me really good

“Why quit?” I say, spitting out some of my blood, and I don’t know if she can hear me or not, “I’m so close… to the ropes.”

I reach out and grab the bottom rope close to my own corner. After a four count, Boche has to pry Gemma off of me and restrain Kayla while Gemma mounts me and starts raining down punches. I trap her right hand under my left arm then wrap my legs around her head and arm in a triangle hold… one of my favorites and taught to me by a fine Persian woman named Jasmine. Gemma’s had MMA (mixed martial arts) training, but I see that she may not have been in many fights with mixed martial artists because despite her squirming, I get the hold locked in pretty quickly and securely. She’s in deep trouble and I give her a smile as her face starts turning red and she’s flirting with passing out or tapping out.

“Break,” Boche says

“What the fuck?” I say in response and jump for joy!! We won!!

“Excuse me, Marie,” Gemma says and I turn around and her right cross knocks me hard into my corner. I stumble out of it doing a little dance while I try to maintain my footing, but a left hook to my ribs lifts me back up and another left to my jaw floors me.

“You were in the ropes,” Boche says. The funny thing is, if this were under mma rules and not wrestling rules, he wouldn’t have broken us up; we would’ve just had to slide out from under the ropes with the same position. I’m doing everything I can, but right now, their strategy of keeping Kayla out of the match has worked perfectly. She told me earlier that she can’t beat them both, well so far, she hasn’t had to. Gemma mounts me from behind and bends my arm, puts her hand under my chin, pulls me back and wraps her legs around my waist… chickenwing choke. My arm is trapped between Gemma’s stomach and my back and I do the only thing I can do; I straighten my arm, grab her crotch and squeeze with all my little might.

“HAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!” she cries and she lets me go. I fall forward onto my face, but pull myself to being on my hands on knees and start to crawl to my corner.

Gemma is on top of me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her hands round my neck, forcing me to carry her 115 lbs all the way to my corner. I try to reach Kayla’s hand, but Gemma brings her elbow down on my wrist and I wince and drop the hand… right on Kayla’s foot. I feel Gemma release me, then I turn and see Kayla kick Gemma in the stomach so hard, she rolls all the way across the ring and hits her head on the bottom turnbuckle with an “AWWWFFF!!!!”

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!” Kayla says with a smile and I fall off the ring apron to the floor

“Marie, are you okay?” Kayla says

“Don’t worry about me,” I say breathlessly, “We’ve got to win.”

Too Sexy stands over me, “Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses? Come down from your fences--”

“Leave me the fuck alone!!” I yell as I pull myself back on the ring apron

“Head like a hole,” he says and walks back to his seat

[Jonica]

Between poopies and feedings, it took me nine tries to get this far.  Great stuff, Howard!  I can't wait to read the rest of it.  It feels like I'm back home when I read this!  Outstanding!

J
xoxo


PS....please tell more of how I own Marie....

[~Rox Erotique~]

Ok......... Some names are good...... Some are great...... some are even awesome...... BUT MY NAME ROX MOTHER FUCKER!!!!

LOL!!! I was rolling on the floor when I read that! loved it! (and I believe it's either Basque or Nordic in origin) keep them coming honey! The action is pure awesome!

x G x

[Kayla]

PHEW! Exhausting, exciting & great FUN to read, HC - can't wait to see how this turns out!  

And hey, Jonica, you bitch! Stay away from my Marie - she's MINE!  

[Congrats with your baby, Jonica - that's fantastic, sweetie! Enjoy!  ]

BTW: Just idly thinking that if Heather makes a win conditional for me 'to get some' afterwards, I should rather stick with loyal Marie, who loves me enough not to set any conditions, not so?  

Hugs
Kayla

[howardcosell]

Act VI: Bitch Is Back
Setting: on the ring apron, watching Kayla go to work.   

Some people say that violence doesn’t solve anything. Some people say that you should turn the other cheek and walk away. Something about violence always drew me in; Kayla told me the same thing. Kayla’s an Olympic athlete, in fit physical condition, fearing no one and ready to go toe-to-toe with anyone from 6’2” female New Yorkers with Mohawks and unstoppable attacks, to brunette bimbos who choose to duke it out in supermarkets or at bus stops to 4‘11” gymnasts turned fighters like me . One thing about being a wrestler and being Kayla, you’re promised to be called out and challenged by everyone under the sun. But she’d beaten most of them, and only few had their way with her… let’s just say, she isn’t very good with polls unless they’re of the stripper sort.

Kayla is hammering Gemma, who chose to charge in on the her the second I made the tag. Kayla is hitting Gemma with sneaky right hands to her stomach, no doubt a credit to Abbyfights’ training techniques. Kayla and I had sparred several times and she always hurt me to the stomach; she’d would do exactly what she’s doing to Gemma and I must say, Kayla’s form has improved greatly. Kayla is really letting it all hang out and Gemma is taking a lot of punches to her raised arm only as a set up for that right hand to the stomach, bending Gemma and backing her up. Kayla is fighting differently than before; she’s using her height, but she’s being elusive at some parts, not letting Gemma get in close and hammering her with punches when she shoots in for a takedown or just letting Gemma push her into the ropes so that Boche can separate them… it reminds me of a fight Kayla lost in South African to a “redheaded queen” who used the same strategy.

But Kayla takes a hard combination of punches to her ribs and backs up as Gemma charges in. That’s the thing about Kayla; she’s not patient enough to be elusive; she’s got to make the fight and take the fight. Kayla knees Gemma hard in the stomach, folding her over with an “UMMMM!!” but Gemma backs up and keeps circling, despite being in bad pain. Gemma stops and puts her hands on her hips as Kayla backs up a bit, then Kayla spring forward and catches Gemma in the chest, forcing an “UUUUFFF!!! OHHHH FUCKKKKK!!!” from her as she crashes in her own corner.

“Come on, Gemma, shit!” says Jonica, “Quit fucking around, not that you could fuck, but quit fucking around!”

“You shut the fuck up,” Gemma says breathlessly

“Kiss my ass, you stupid… ass!” Jonica replies

Gemma turns and faces her partner and the two go nose to nose, “I tolllllld you, to shut the-- UNNNHHHH!!!”

Kayla had backed up and charged Gemma, jumping and smashing her body against Gemma’s and knocking Jonica off the ring apron with the Sexy Splash. Kayla grinds herself against Gemma’s body as Gemma is really getting off on this and I can see Kayla biting her ear, but not in a sexual way… more like a Mike Tyson way. Gemma’s screams as her right ear is bleeding and Kayla stuns her with a forearm across the throat and drives a knee to her stomach, but Gemma only chokes and folds over. Gemma gets her arms around Kayla and lifts her up, showing off her strength and gets ready to slam her, but I enter the ring, dropkick Kayla’s body and Kayla crashes down on top of Gemma.

“Hey B. Marie,” Heather yells at me, “You watch yourself, you dumb bitch! Who’s side are you on? Keep it up and you’ll get fucked up!”

I don’t pay her any mind… no, I’m lying… for me, her presence is like a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of a t-bone steak… and no, I’m not pregnant. Kayla gets off of Gemma and bounces off the ropes, skipping over Gemma and baseball sliding into Jonica, who’s was trying to get back into the ring. Kayla’s feet hit Jonica full force in the face and Jonica goes down again just as Gemma slowly rises. I shove Gemma into the corner, but she bounces back and doubles me over with a knee to my stomach and grabs the back of my head with both hands, gripping me in a muay thai clinch and driving knees to the sides of my stomach and my ribs. We thought these girls would be pushovers; we thought this would be a cakewalk for three easy falls of using our skills to completely wipe them out… we were wrong, so we deal with it. Gemma stops kneeing me as I can see Kayla repeatedly slamming Jonica’s head into the ring apron…. Jonica is crying as Kayla gets to the controls of the giant dildo and sprays Jonica with bubbles for well over a minute. Gemma has me by the back of my head and is punching me in the face and to my left side; every shot hurts; every shot takes more of my desire.

“Come on, Marie!” Heather yells, “fight back!! If I was Kayla’s partner, this shit would’ve lasted this long!”

“Ha ha!” Gemma whispers to me and pulls my head down to obviously drive a knee to my face, “looks like you’ve got everybody against you, huh wittle Mawee Bee?”

I shove forward and grab her leg as her knee comes up; it slams into my chest and drops me to my knees, but I’m able to get Gemma down. She locks her legs around my waist, pulls my head down and starts elbowing me to the top of the head. Her mma training is really paying off; she’s applying it to the fight… but Kayla’s foot comes down on her face and after a loud “ARRGGHHH!!!” I’m able to mount her and land some punches to her bleeding face. Jonica enter the ring, but I see Kayla grab her and pull her into a full nelson, lift her up, carry her to the ropes and slam her stomach first over the top rope, forcing an “OOOOH!!” from her as she’s folded over on the top rope. I stand and step hard on Gemma’s crotch and she rolls to a fetal position as I gain side control and start hammering punches to the side of her head just as I see Kayla fly off the top turnbuckle, dropping the back of her thigh across the back of Jonica’s head and knocking her off the top rope to the floor while Kayla lands on her feet.

I climb to the top turnbuckle and flip off, twirling and flipping and landing in my gymnast Y pose with both feet massaging deep into Gemma’s stomach… she’s soft now. All I hear is the air come out of her as Kayla reenters the ring and we pull Gemma to a seated position. I scoot behind her and lay on my back, wrapping my legs under her arms and crossing them behind her head, forcing her head forward in a legs full nelson while Kayla gives her a hard kick to her crotch, forcing an “AUUGHHH!!!” from her and another one to her chest, giving her an “AAAWWWFFFF!!!”

Kayla gets in a seated position and wraps her legs around Gemma’s waist; I’m not sitting on Kayla’s feet while Kayla is pushing Gemma’s head upward as my legs are pushing it downward.

“GAAAHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! GUUUUHH!!!” Gemma’s screaming just as Jonica drops a fist deep within my stomach… I didn’t even see her enter the ring… the punch widens my eyes and we make eye contact and I remember that she beat me and I hold my stomach even as I hear Gemma say, “I QUIT!!! GET THESE BITCHES OFF OF ME!!! GAAHH!!!”

Act VII: Tiny Dancer

I let Gemma go, but Jonica mounts me and starts working my stomach over with punches; my abs are weak and they offer no resistance as her punches easily sink in… I’m just covering my face and out of the corner of my eye, I see Heather jump in and hug Kayla…but Kayla grabs Jonica by the hair and drives a hard knee to her crotch, forcing Jonica to go down in a split.

“And the winners of fall four are… Kayla and Marie the fucking runt!” Jessika says and Heather laughs right in my face. Gemma crawls over to Jonica and pulls herself up just as Jonica is doing the same.

“What the fuck?” Gemma says, “You left me out there while they beat on me… you should’ve hit Kayla, not Marie, you stupid bitch. You’ve been obsessing over her little ass through the whole fucking fight!! You let me down!”

Jonica looks at Gemma, both women are battered and beaten and we’re not better ourselves. Jonica grabs Gemma by the head and kisses her deeply, then as they break, Jonica slams a hard submarine punch to Gemma’s stomach, dropping her to her knees with a loud “OUGH! You got me there, you bitch!”   

Jonica walks to her lockerroom and I see Gemma follow. Jessika tells Joe and Hawksmoor that she needs to talk to Jonica and Gemma and Too Sexy approaches Kayla and I.

“I knew right from the beginning, that you would end up winning,” he said smiling

“Okay,” I respond, giving him a bit of a smile, “I might consider giving you a two line response this time… and maybe one emoticon. I‘m warming back up; just give me time. Happy Early Birthday too.”

After a shower, we enter Gemma and Jonica’s “locker room” wearing our robes and flip flops and find them butt naked and kissing, but also slapping each other, and to top it off, Jonica has Gemma tied up by her bra and panties. Gemma must like being tied up, or she has a weakness for losing to less talented girls… I wouldn’t know anything about that, right? That Jonica, for all Gemma‘s talent, Jonica seems to get a good bit of her… hmm, interesting; I guess it’s better than Kayla and Heather kissing or me kissing a guy (a guy!).

“What do you want, Jessika?” Gemma says, “And what are Kayla and Marie doing here?”

“I don’t know what those two bitches are doing here and I don‘t know what the fuck you two are doing and don‘t give a shit either,” Jessika says, “I came to call you a cxnt. See you at the final fall.”

Jessika walks out, slamming the door with a laugh and Kayla and I look at Gemma and Jonica. Jonica seems to back up a bit as Kayla approaches her; Jonica looks at me and I look away instantly.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jonica?” Gemma yells, “Untie me so that we can fight them off!”

One hard blow to the stomach, an “OOF!!” later, and about another few seconds, and Jonica is tied up by her own lily white bra and panties.

“What are you sick twisted bitches going to do to us?” Jonica says

“You fucking cxnts better let us go NOW!” Gemma says

“Oh, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do,” Kayla says, “We’re gonna let it all hang out.”

We drop our robes and Kayla and I are both wearing didlos. I have a feeling I may like giving it even more than taking it. Jonica looks deep into my eyes… sure, she beat me; sure, she’s in my head; but I don’t have to fight her… I just have to fuck her and as Kayla can tell you, I love fucking women who beat me.

Part 5 by storm, coming soon!

[Kayla]

Yeah, Marie & I WON!!!!   That was pulsating, exciting, witty, and just plain fucking magnificent! Tee hee!  

Hmm, Jonica & Gemma, you two losers, come here!  

SUCK OUR COCKS! MAKE EM NICE & WET! ... HMMM, THAT'S GOOD! ... NOW, YOU TWO SLUTS, GET ON YOUR HANDS & KNEES, DOGGYSTYLE! AND BARK & HOWL LIKE TWO BITCHES IN HEAT, WHILE MARIE & I GET OUR REVENGE! OH WOOPEE! TEE HEE!  

Love ya!  

Hugs
Kayla

[~Rox Erotique~]

Oh Kayla... Me and you are going to settle things one on one... you'll see!

And as for Wittle Mawee Bee, it took your partner and you double teaming me to make me quit! NO FAIR! (but SUCH a hot move though...)

Awesome stuff Howard! That was tremendous work! I laughed through a lot of it and sat quiet & hooked on the emotion of other bits. Well paced and perfectly executed, like a Kayla drop kick! There really isn't enough space to heap the amount of praise you deserve here! Howard, you kept me entertained every single word of the way!

Infact, to everyone who's written and aloud us to use them as a character, I say a hardy thank you! and most of all to Jonica, without whom, this project wouldn't exist... you Rock!!!

Despite that I still think Jonica left me alone in the ring to suffer on purpose, just so I'd be weakened and she could take me in the locker room! BITCH! Grrr...

x G x

[Jonica]

Howard, this was amazing!  You are incredible!  Thank you so much for agreeing to be part of this. 

 

As for little Mawee Bee, I hope she remembers I still have one more round to kick her ass some more.  So she should probably be careful with that dildo...

Gemma, you're still a bitch.   

Kayla, thanx for not using the black, bubble blowing monstrosity!

J
xoxo