Friday 18 November 2011

Waving the flag (supervillian short story)

Outside the diner the birds sounded like screaming.

Marsh looked up, surveying his crew. Sonny with his dead fish eyes cleaning his knife.  Carlos making up for Sonny not talking. Tornado leaning against the black Impala explaining the finer points of Motorhead to Sasquatch and Mind Flayer. Slayer, the Aussie Samurai, running his comb through his pompadour and mutton chops for the tenth time in the hour. Finally Marsh settled his eyes on Enforcer, the kid who wasn’t like the others.
                    
Mind Flayer’s deep monotone voice echoed in Marsh’s mind ‘They are en route. Svetlana is being transferred in an hour.’ Time to get this done…Marsh thought , using the thought ‘fucking psychics’ to drown out Mind Flayer’s inevitable response in his head.

“Come here, Gingerbread” Marsh beckoned.  Enforcer, no small man himself, looked tiny compared to Marsh, who had been often described as ‘a Viking in a suit’.

“Warren thanks for inviting…”

“How stupid are you and how stupid do you think I am?” Marsh pulled out a cigar.

Enforcer blinked. The wind was the only sound for a moment along with the birds.  Even Carlos shut up. Tornado opened a beer.

Marsh shook his head. “That crew you hang out with, at the Bar Sinister, you guys always in the private room right? How often you there and how often you see us there? Simple question so I expect you can answer “

“We …they are there every night. I don’t see you all that often but I don’t…”

“You don’t see us often because we do jobs. You guys are there every night because despite your claims to being the contrary, no one wants to hire your phoney asses to sweep the floors let alone to do mercenary work.” Match struck, cigar lit.

Enforcer opened his mouth as if to speak but Carlos’ tongue moved faster “How much you make last year man? Make it to six figures? “ Enforcer’s face turned as red as his hair. Carlos chuckled “Thought so man. Sonny and me did that without any super powers, man.”

“And I heard, now just a rumour, that Warren here considers you a friend.” Sasquatch’s gentle tones barely heard above the birds. “And Tornado here can vouch that is a hell of a thing to achieve. And that isn’t a rumour.”

Tornado nodded, his shaky past with Warren well known even to the dregs of the Bar Sinister. “Warren’s support is more financially rewarding than false promises of pussy. With him you could pay for the real thing.” drawled the western Canadian.  “And no offence, but it looks like you would need to pay a lot more than me” Wide grin.

Marsh stroked his beard. “So I guess the answer is, you are so fucking stupid that you thought that you could talk shit about me in a room that Sonny bugged himself”  Enforcer met Marsh’s eyes,  then frantically glanced over at quiet Sonny.  Marsh blew cigar smoke. “Chuckles and I go back before he even tried to learn how to play pool. And you just tossed away my kindness, it is like you guys are trying to see who can get away with being my enemy. Is it some kind of game or sport to you?” The voice rougher, meaner now.

Enforcer’s mind raced. Seeing where everyone was, Sonny, Carlos in front of him, Sasquatch, Tornado beside him now  and Mind Flayer…looking him straight in the eyes…..fuck forgetting someone   and those damn birds, is that wood swinging in the air?

”If it is a game, Gingerbread”…… A pause to draw on the cigar…“You lost, just like you lost track of someone didn’t you? “ A savage gleam filled Marsh’s eyes as Enforcer slammed face first to the ground, Slayer’s foot on his back. He barely got a chance to yell for help before the Aussie slammed a pike into the prone man’s lower back and heaved, lifting him up like a flag, arms and legs fluttering and not because of the wind.

 Mind Flayer’s lips barely moved. “Turned off the centers of the brain that will make him pass out from pain, but he will still feel it quite satisfactory.”

“Good. Because flag boy here has a few things he needs done to him. And I would like him to recall it for the rest of his life, as short as it may be” Marsh produced his cell phone. “Do gather around boys. This does deserve a photo.”

Outside the diner the screaming sounded like birds. 

Monday 24 October 2011

Another fight with K

A more even fight than my last posting taking place at a comic con, mainly because the person I was supposed to fight in conference had to leave so it was a fill-in.


Meg: I enter the ring...in my red hoodie...paid to fight at the con I think George Perez is paying for it....barefoot wrists and ankles taped up...I bend over to stretch letting you see my Spiderman thong..... I strip off the hoodie slowly revealing my topless 5'6" 125 lbs frame... stretching out as I toss it to the loud crowd of fanboys...

K: *Takes a deep breath as I settle into the corner, dressed in my jean shorts and green t-shirt.  I smile over at Meg as I crouch down, then rise up, stretching my long legs up to my body, bending over and making sure my legs are stretched, then arching my arms behind my back, jutting my chest forward, stretching my arms behind my back.. I then reach up and criss cross my arms in front of me, pulling my shirt up and off of my body, revealing my sexy breasts, free and open, nipples stiff from the cool air, then slipping down to begin to slide out of my shorts, revealing my sexy teal thong... bouncing lightly on my feet as I kick them outside of the ring... blowing you a kiss... standing taller, 5'7" 135lbs, barefoot... "That's not the only thing going to the crowd honey!"  I wink at you and blow you a kiss... smiling as I begin to circle the ring...

Meg: I roll my eyes but a little worried at your size....Take a deep breath as I circle you as well, looking perky and goosepimpled from the air...fingers wiggling as I lunge into you for a lockup

K: I feel your arms move into me, our bodies collding as our skin smacks together... hissing as we feel the skin to skin touch... my arms moving up, trying to get behind your head and jerk your body down, my knee rising into your lower tummy...

Meg: Struggling with you, fairly even in strength but that could change quick.....your hand goes to my head... I feel you tug on me I resist as you knee rises up I swing mine as well , trying to tangle with yours or maybe connect knee on knee...


K: Nngghg... I hiss as our knees connect... biting my lip at the dull thud as they connect, eyes growing wilder... "you little cunt!"  I then pull my hands into your hair, trying to jerk your head up so we're face to face, only to spit into your eyes at close range, trying to blind you! 

Meg: GRRR as you pull hair....I pull back just thinking you are catfighting and then GOD U SLUT    !!! blinded and shocked I let you of you trying to clear my eyes a little panicked..

K: I suddenly drop down as I let go of your hair! You're blind and I know it!  I take advantage and shoot in on your right leg, wrapping both hands low around your ankle, trying to jerk it out from underneath you and put you on the mat! 

Meg: Blinded and helpless I try to escape but my leg shoots out from me ...THUD!!!! my back and head crashes into the mat  and I feel the air shoot out of my lungs and my vision blur...I try to squirm my ankle free kicking my legs wild...

K: I have your leg in my hand, your legs flailing as they kick, twisting my hips and sending a hard shot to your right leg, right at the knee, but as I do, catching your left leg kicking out towards my hips, knocking me back and off balance, angry at not getting you more secure...

Meg: AHHH I groan as your kick lands...making my knee ache....but then they fall free and I scramble getting to one knee, hand sup and ready  trying to get to my feet...

K: I see you on one knee and hiss out... your hands up... not liking you there one little bit... moving my hands in, reaching for your wrists as you remain on the mat, trying to get a hold of either of them to jerk you forward and keep you off balance...

Meg: Seeing you reach for my wrists I grab for yours! I put my weight on my leg that is rising and using it like a spring PUSH towards you, my shoulder aimed at your chest or chin trying to knock you down...

K: Our hands tangle with one another, each of us gripping one as you shoot out towards me, springing into my chest, head first and catching me hard... knocking me back as my legs backpedal, off balance, trying to keep from falling down...

Meg: I stagger forward also trying to keep standing as awkwardly as you...I fall diving at your legs to get you down and stop us.

K: I feel your hands wrap around my legs... damn it, I can't get them back... and I fall backwards... my hand reaching for your hair, as I fall onto my butt... your arms around my legs as I try to jerk your head down and hopefully between my thighs...

Meg: You pull on my head...trying to press me into your thighs as I try to keep your legs together. we land... and I push my hands into your belly. trying to push off you and roll away, willing to lose some strands of hair along the way...

K: I feel your hair rip loose as I scramble away as well...eyes on fire, my skin glistening under the lights with sweat... purring as I toss it over and out of the ring... "eh, not a bad start... you're gonna be bald by the time I'm done with you bitch!"  I hiss out, hands out, ready to rip into your hair again, crouched...

Meg: I roll to my feet. adjusting Spidey....sweat glistening on me..."Enjoy the hair, I'll pull your pussy hair out next, slut. But I bet it won't match your head..." I advance on you.....crouched hand sup like I'm ready to claw..then I drop to my knee and spin into  and past your right aide, grabbing at your ankle to lift it off the mat and send you down...

K: I'm ready to reach out and lock up with you again as your body swings and twists around, my body instinctively trying to turn, feeling you pulling my leg up off the mat, eyes flaring wide as I come up on my feet, balancing on one leg as you rise the ankle up... my hands reaching for your hair, trying to pull your head down and put my weight on you, to keep you from rising all the way to your feet!

Meg: WHOA....You press into me keeping from going to the mat.....I hiss. using your leg to keep my head up  long enough..I ball up my right fist and send shots hard into you ribs...looking for your kidneys if I can...

K: My head SNAPS back as you connect with my kidney... wincing as I lose balance and start to drop down, trying to keep your hair as I fall forward and to your side! 

Meg: smiling as you fold up..annoyed by your hands in my hair but that I can handle...I swing into you one hand prying your hands out my hair the other buries deep into your tummy with a belly claw working your muscles "Time to scream you cunt..."

K: Nngggh!!!!!!Feeling that belly claw attacking my stomach as I land... my body ARCHING out as you lock it on... trying to get me to fold, your hand reaching for my hand in your hair.... knowing I've got to do something... swinging my free hand, palm cupped towards your jaw... trying to get you to let go before you can do too much damage! 

Meg: working you, feeling you arch in pain and knowing how many times you've been made my bitch by this....so it is not a shock you lash out...UNHHH  My jaw clicks as your hand lands on it  I reel back slamming my fist into your belly as I use both hands to free myself and slide back from you, jutting my hot little ass out...

K: NNOOOFFFF... I wince hard, curling around my tummy as I roll away... both hands clutching my stomach as I see your ass wiggling away, soo wanting to make it bleed... hissing as I roll to my knees, trying to get my feet under me, one hand still holding my stomach! 

Meg: I get to my feet..."Had enough you subby slut? " snapping my thong in place with a smack....then charge you kicking at your head with a roundhouse as you try to get off your knees!

K: I'm almost up as you come charging at me, pulling both arms in across my face to block the kick, forearms out and hoping to block the kick at your shin... knowing how much that smarts... then trying to capture your ankle before you can pull it away...

Meg: OHH GODD!!! My shin explodes with pain as it contacts your forearms pushing them into your nose and face and bit but not nearly the kick I wanted....I wince and then gasp as you reach for my ankle...I hop at you grabbing at your hair trying to pull into you and slide my forearm under your chin for a choke..

K: I feel the kick land hard against my arms, shoving them into my face and knocking my head back... my hands reaching for your ankle as you pull back, missing it from the smack to my face, then feeling you drop down on top of me, wrapping your arm around my throat, feeling it lock in before I can get my chin tucked... my hands reaching up into your breasts and trying to rake over them, to shock you into letting me go! 

Meg: Thank god   my ankle free....and on you...panting as your rake my breasts....I wince a tear drop from the pain shaking but still holding on...trying to get the choke tight and hoping I can hold on.....

K: I feel your arm snake in tighter like a python around my neck, clinging in tight to it... hissing out as I feel the grip tighten... dropping onto my side and trying to pull you with me... so we're laying on our sides, my neck crunching as you choke me... seeing black spots in my vision... hands reaching for your wrist to pry it off...

Meg: sweat coating us slick now......your hands working my wrist  god can't hold it I jab my thumb into your throat to make you gag and I roll away to reset...hair soaked with sweat...

K: GGGCCK!!! I feel your arm let go and I'm just about to breath deep as you JAB your thumb into my throat, causing me to roll away on my side, hands holding my throat as my feet stomp, coughing and gagging in pain! 

Meg: I pant feeling you are in real trouble...I reach and YANK you up by the hair reaching in between your legs to hoist you into a slam position before you recover..

K: I feel you hooking me up, pulling me up to my feet as you try to hoist me up into the air, feeling my feet leaving the ground, arms and legs dangling...

Meg: my arms shake from the effort turning you in the air and SLAMMING you down across my knee belly first wanting to work over your injured stomach…

K: NOOOFFFFFFF!!!! My body twists in the air and comes down HARD over your outstretched knee... my body folding over it hard... my weight collapsing over it as I bounce up, wincing hard and then falling off your knee, curling up tight around my stomach, laying on my side... nnnngggghhhhh clutching my tummy tightly...

Meg: I think your girl's done guys" I mockingly taunt watching you shake and quiver...I grab at your hands trying to pull them away as I raise you slightly off the mat and slide my toned legs around your belly and try to cross my ankles behind you...

K: I feel you pull me up, gasping for air as you manage to pull my hands away, your legs wrapping around my waist as I'm in a sitting position, belly to belly... eyes still in a tight wince... my hands trying to twist away from yours... my chin tucking down...

Meg: I lock on the scissors as damn it...one hand of yours pulls free the sweat making a grip tough I twist trying to force you down as I pump my legs working on your stomach and ribs.....

K: I hiss as you shove me down... your body pressing down onto me, our breasts pressing into each other, nipples rubbing... my one hand free, our bodies locked up with your legs... trying to arch my body up into the air on my legs and twist you off of me... my legs trembling with the effort as I my one free hand tries to wrap around your knee so that if we do turn, you fall onto your back...

Meg: Impressed by you still fighting on....You arch trying to make me fall off....I use my free hand to smash into your nearest knee but I feel myself sliding off you...god we are so slick now....I can't hold on and tumble on to my ass bouncing off the mat and spinning my legs away from you...

K: I'm gasping for air as I ease back... seeing you roll away, moving slowly to my hands and knees, eyes dark as I watch you... crawling backwards, moving up to my feet... moving much slower than I did when we started, the effort of the fight showing...

Meg: I rest a bit letting you get up...seeing how hurt you are...knowing you are fighting hard for your pride..I advance on you hands up...I fake a high left punch to make you block.....then bring my knee up hard into your sore stomach...

K: I'm half way up as you come in again... eyes watching, hoping to time it just right as I dive down off the punch, my shoulder aiming for just under your right knee cap, my hands trying to wrap around the back of your ankle... but instead I meet your knee as it rises up to my face, catching me flush against my chin, dropping me flat onto my back... half knocked out... the room spinning as I land on my back...

Meg: I smile looking at you nearly out......as I pass you I spit on you  "now we are truly even..." ....I kick you on  to your stomach straddling you...hooking your chin as I pull up sliding your arms over my thighs pulling you back into a camel clutch!

K: I don't even notice the spit.. my world spinning... one hand gingerly moving to my head slowly then feeling you kick me on to my stomach, your FAT ass landing on my lower back as you set me up, hands sliding my arms up, then jerking my head back as I GROAN out, biting my teeth, eyes closed tight as my breasts hang free, sweat dripping from them as you arch back... hands growing into claws to show my pain and agony!  nnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh unable to scream cause of how you have my jaw! 

Meg: I grin knowing you are trapped...licking my lips  "Come on Karyn got anything left? I beat you AGAIN!" I pull back hard on you...."I'll hurt you bad bitch...say it you little slut"

K: NNGGGHH!!! My head JERKING back as you ARCH my body, making it curve up... toes pointed backwards, skin glistening with sweat as I sooo want to scream but can't.... my hands clutching at the air... not wanting to give in... but can't fight out of this... just trying to hang on! 

Meg: "you want me to break her back guys?" I pull on your chin making your neck compact and strain and SLAM my ass down on your back trying to make you bend more...feeling your body shake...

K: my head is pulled soo hard back... staring at the ceiling...my body bent hard.. starting to make a U... then your ass lands on my back.. my SCREAM deafening as it races through clenched teeth... wincing hard...a soft tear coming to my eye as my hands start to go limp...falling to my sides...trying to tap your thigh...signaling my surrender...



Friday 24 June 2011

Star Trek fight: Vina (an Orion) vs T'Meg(a Vulcan)


megforrest: as the holodeck creates a giant bedroom..king sized bed, sizable floor space, a shower and bathtub leading off of it...

Vina: oooooh a shower and bathtub, hmmm the possibilities

megforrest: "of course...As you may know Vulcans have always struggled with emotions. As I approach Pon far, the Vulcan mating time, I studied ways to release these emotions in creative fashions. Looking back at Earth's primitive 20th and 21st century I found a curious sort of female combat called catfighting"

Vina: (what is your name in this)
megforrest: (hmmm..T'Meg? :P)
Vina: (lol....I will be Vina)
megforrest: (very sexy :) )
Vina: Oh yes
Vina: I am intrigued T'Meg, I have not heard of this before. I have studied many fighting styles from many different worlds and this sounds interesting. I assume with Cat in the name it is very primitive?

megforrest: "Indeed Vina, I suspect the "cat" in the name referred to the clawing that was typically associated with it. However it appeared to refer to all female combat that involved a lack of clothing and violent activity, sometimes also conducted in pits of mud, oil or jello for reasons I have not found explained yet. Knowing of your interest in combat, I was curious if, in private, you would be open to a catfight with me?"

Vina: I would be honored to be with you during Pon far. I know it is a trying time for you. I do like to fight, and in the least amount of clothing, but that is different for you. I have my combat outfit, what will you be wearing? In fact, what was a popular outfit for these catfights? Since you have researched them can you also do a mind meld with me so I can lean what you have learned about them?

megforrest: It appears that a minimal of clothing is the norm for these combats, perhaps to remove inhibitions. I have decided on a two piece item of swimwear called a "bikini". I think it will be most suitable. And do not fear Vina, I intend to keep up to you in all ways during this.  *Placing hands on your head for a mind meld, filling your mind with months of research on catfighting....ending the meld* Do you feel this is something you might enjoy?


Vina: I stumble back a little weak in the knees, "Oh my T'meg!! A very strange sensation has come over me. I must apologize, but I have not felt this in a long time. I would love to do this with you, but one of the themes in what you should me was to strip the other of clothing. If this is part of this ritual then we should do it fully, would not that be the most logical?"

megforrest: "Hmm it is part of the fighting style and I bear no objections or prudishness. And I have no other rules I feel we need, so that I might get a full release of emotions. In the holodeck our pain will end with the simulation..except of course to pride"  You almost see a slight smile at that. "But I'm sure we can both deal with that...I assume surrender by the defeated party that the victor agrees with shall decide the contest?  In a ritualistic sense of course"

Vina: "Of coarse, I must admit T'Meg, after seeing what you showed me, you are the last person I would expect to try this. Do not get me wrong, but you are almost void of emotion. This Pon far must be extremely difficult for you to hide those emotions. But that is enough of me talking."....I press a few buttons on a shipboard computer...."There we have the holo deck for the next few hours, shall we go then?"....I gesture with my hand toward the lift.

megforrest: "Of course Vina I may seem void of emotion, but the Vulcans were once a very fierce people...as we shall both see. And my thanks for accepting my offer. I'm sure you will find me a most worthy opponent." I enter the lift with you. I reach out and grab your hair "And I hope you are a gracious loser, bitch. I hiss. My eyes show not a sense of anger, but that our little ritual is beginning as you recall from the mind meld...

Vina: I yelp a little at the aggressive move, I reach to your short hair..."Do not take me for a push over T'Meg, I am more then enough woman to take you."...our stand off lasts until the doors open to the holo deck, no one is in the vicinity. I look to you, releasing your hair. "Do you want to set up the deck for our use? You are much more efficient then I am at that."

megforrest: " Of course, I found a suitable program oddly enough in Commander Ryker's files. He appeared to be correlating some sort of research of Admiral's Kirk's. Quite fascinating. Feel free to choose your fighting attire and otherwise prepare for our combat."  "Computer, access Catfight setting 1..bedroom with full house add-on" I start to stretch with Vulcan exercises as the holodeck produces a spacious bedroom with a king sized bed, with a walk on shower and a hot tub...I produce a small satchel and pull out two pieces of fabric, starting to remove my tunic...

Vina: I glance over as you start to change. I had never felt any feelings positive or negative of you before, but this idea of fighting you makes me want to win. I start to undress out of my Star Fleet uniform and done my Orion fight outfit, only a few strips of cloth on my ample curves. My full breasts strain but are held in place. I stretch my arms over my head as I walk barefoot over onto the carpeting in front of the bed...looking around, seeing steam rise from the hot tub, the wet tile floor of the shower, the soft padding of the silk sheets, then I gasp as I see you in the bikini, I am very impressed with what I see.

megforrest: Changing into my metallic bikini I adjust the temperature up a degree, mentally chastising myself for not considering the lack of clothing. I turn to face you, impressed with your full figure and minimalist outfit. I arch an eyebrow at your gasp, but move towards the carpet. I feel myself compelled to do my best to defeat you..oddly quite competitive. Likely a side effect of the Pon far and the presence of another female.  "This will likely be quite savage, Vina. If it ever becomes too much for either of us, ask the computer to stop. The simulation is for a whole 20th century mansion and all of it is our battleground." I reach out my hand to clasp yours "Otherwise may the better female triumph this day, by whatever means she sees fit."  I crouch after the handshake in preparation for battle.

Vina: "Yes, my the best female win today." I crouch and start to circle you on the carpet. My eyes tracking your movements like a predator. I remember the mind meld and decide to follow some of the moves I saw. I rush forward and reach for your hair, my feet pushing of the carpet hard as I lunge. Hand stretched out in claws and my mouth a wild snarl.

megforrest: Your nails sink into my scalp. Shocked I give out a yelp of pain and surprise as you claw at my short hair. 'Good she is proceeding nicely' I think 'I should follow suit" With that thought my own nails lash out across your exposed bosom, my eyes narrowing.

Vina: "OOOOOWWW" I cry out in pain as your nails slash 4 long red scratched across the top of my chest, I back up with my right hand still latched onto your hair. My left swings in a wide arc at your right cheek as the back of my legs hit the large king-size bed

megforrest: AHHHH I shout as your hand claws a line of green across my cheek. Your continued hold on my hair is angering.. no I mean it is a difficulty I face.  Seeing you backed up to the bed, I lunge towards you, my right fist aimed at your stomach taking advantage of your lack of maneuver. "tell me how the 'belly punch' feels Vina. It seemed quite popular" I state with a hint of venom

Vina: OOOOOFFFFF, the air comes out of me as I fall back on the bed pulling you with me. Our bodies come into full contact. My legs half hanging off the bed entangle with yours and I lock them tight with yours. "It is not the most pleasant thing I have felt" I gasp out "But let me show you!!" I use my right hand to move your head to your left and my left sends a short punch to your side, right below your ribcage.

megforrest: UNHHHH  The air comes out of me and my side throbs as your fist lands hard into my toned belly. I try to press into you with my body, feeling your body heat as I try to pin you down on the bed with my body weight. Having both hands free I launch a two pronged attack, my left lifting up the fabric around your right breast and sinking my nails into your nipple. My right hand sending nails seeking for your eyes..."Logic..dictates..I..blind you..and finish you" I gasp.

megforrest: (hope you are liking this)
Vina: (I am !!!!)
Vina: AAAAAAAAHHHHH I screech as my breast is attacked. I move my head quickly back and forth to avoid your nails at my eyes. My right hand moves from your hair to your chin, digging my nails in as I push your chin up away from me. My left moves into your firm right bikini covered breast, wedging my hand inside your bikini top and grasping the orb, squeezing hard. I twist my body to try to get us to roll, the heat of our bodies and the steam rising from the hot tub and shower area causing me to start to sweat.

megforrest: AIEEE....Panting from the effort....feeling the pain from your clawing..and another emotion...yes I must go with this emotion to release it....as we start to roll I whisper "I think my perfect breasts can outlast your green cow udders, no matter how hard you claw. Shall we test this with out the protection of upper body garments?"

Vina: "We shall see if your small tits can last against mine, let us shed this garments!" I push away from you and roll to my knees, I pull off the strips that covered my green breasts. Touching the marks you had made....I get to my knees, my hands out to the side, waiting for you to join me

megforrest: I roll to my knees and undo my top, tossing it aside, briefly wondering why my physical attributes have become so important to me..not logical....I move to you, nipples touching, eyes locked with yours. "The winner of this side contest gets to place the other in a hold of their choice.  Seems only fair...." Grasping your shoulders, I slam my breasts into yours with a audible SLAP

Vina: UUUUHHHHH....my breasts wobble as yours mash into mine. I grasp you around your back in a move I had seen in the mind meld....I start to grind my breasts back and forth in our tight embrace. My tummy is pressed hard against yours as the sweat from my body making it slippery. I bring my hands down and claw your lower back and bikini briefs

megforrest: AHHHH I try to match my grinding to counter yours...a sheen of perspiration covers me...feeling you claw my back I hiss "hardly a test of our breasts if you attack my back..or are you Orions that stupid?" *How odd why did I say that? Prejudice is most illogical* I bring my hands out and ball them into fists, slamming them into the base of your breasts, timed to coordinate with a push by my own orbs.

Vina: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH I scream as my face contort with pain. I loosen my grip on you but remain on my knees, "VULCAN BITCH!!!" I growl as my fingers move inside the top of your bikini bottoms as I dig my claws in and rake upward on your smooth buttocks. I move my mouth forward to your face, my teeth aimed your right cheek.

megforrest: My body shivers as you claw at my posterior....then I see your mouth open, towards my face  AHHH! I scream putting my right hand in the path of your bite , fingers in your mouth and nostrils..desperate to push you aside... "YOU ORION ANIMAL" someone screams..I think it was me...as my left hand wraps around your throat, squeezing hard...

Vina: UUHHHHHHHHH....I choke out....this has become a very wild and very primal fight. I move my right hand from your butt and move it back to the one around my throat, my nails dig into your wrist. my left hand move to the top of your bikini briefs and I yank upwards violently. My mouth biting at your fingers, liquid, which I can only assume is blood is coming from my nose

megforrest: Emotion fills me.....my lips quivering with rage, hate, desire, jealousy...of what I don't know..A sharp pain in my groin as my bottoms tear into me  your teeth tear into my fingers.....my vision turns Vulcan blood green....my body turns, using my grip on you to try to throw you from the bed, short breaths, trying to control myself..but do I want to?

Vina: I find myself flying to the carpeted floor, rolling over two times then coming to rest near the open shower. During the struggle and the throw the straps of cloth that wrapped my waist and crotch had come undone. Now I am angry, I tear them from my body. I stand facing and glaring at you, I move my hands in come here gesture "Get over here and fight you pointy eared whore!!!" I yell across the room at you. I can not believe I said it, but the emotion has taken me, and now all I want to do is fight in the dirtiest manner

megforrest: I blink hearing your challenge. My mind swirls as I consider stopping this..it is the logical solution....Nonsense T'Meg a part of me says. You are the better woman, logic dictates that you show her this. I step off the bed and slide my somewhat torn bottoms off and cast them aside. I advance naked towards our new battleground. My hands up in a boxer stance and then I say barely audible "One of us dies tonight"

megforrest: (or at least gets hurt real bad :P )

Vina: I raise my fists as I hear your words. Stunned but satisfied, this is the way I love to fight, with all on the line, except this is the most primal and dirtiest I have ever fought. I watch your stance as you come closer, I am trained in many ways of combat, but this catfight is quickly becoming one of my favorites. I want to take you to the floor, get your body against mine. I wait till the hot tub is behind you then I rush forward swinging hard with a quick left and right

megforrest: Heedless of my own self, as you advance I swing back with both fists flying. I barely dodge your left but your right fist catches me hard in the jaw. My head snaps back and I lean against the warm slick wood of the hot tub, seeing stars..and true to my way, identifying them as they dance before my eyes..damn Vulcan Science Academy teachings....

Vina: Your punch slams into the side of my head but the forward momentum carries us splashing into the hot tub, I come up spitting water, and wrap my arms high around you. My body wanting needing to be mashed against yours, the water splashes around us. I feel the warmth of the water but more the heat of your body, pressed from breasts to crotch with yours

megforrest: We splash around mashing into each other, grabbing hair as well. Feeling your heat, a thought forms in my head  and then I move my mouth to yours, pressing my lips into yours with a kiss....

Vina: I take the kiss full on, wanting this more then I thought I ever would. I move my hands down to cup your perfectly formed butt. Grinding my body hard against yours as the water splashes around us

megforrest: Pulling your head back, I lay kisses on your neck, enjoying this more than I thought I might....the actual fight in us seeming to die down...

Vina: The water and the heat of your bodies seem to make the water boil around us....I press my womanhood into yours. Pulsing, gyrating, grinding, the orgasm that has been building since the first our bodies came together in combat almost out of me

megforrest: I breath, trying to control my own buildup. My mouth by your ear. "Vina, all this does increase the sensitivity of the nether areas, which is quite wonderful since it does increase" a nibble on your ear " the effectiveness of  THIS"  I push back from you and slam my knee hard into your womanhood, grabbing the outside of the tub for leverage as I crush into you with all of my strength  "I believe the saying is...'surprise''....
megforrest: (don't hate me for that:) )

Vina: My mouth opens wide as my eyes start to roll into the back of me head, I start to slump against you. My mind rushes though what I did wrong in this fight, knowing as I start to black out this was a fight not carnal pleasures......the world starts to go black as I squeak out, "enough'

megforrest: Thinking I heard a surrender, I wrap my legs around you in a scissors just in case...putting pressure on your ribs with my legs..."Vina do you surrender?"

Vina: Yessssssss I hiss out as the last of breathe escapes me.....my mind tries to clear itself as I succumb to darkness

megforrest: I feel great satisfaction as my legs squeeze out the last bit of breath...."Computer end program"

Thursday 16 June 2011

Dog collar and Chain Match

A match from years back between myself and the incomparable Jessi Skaggs. And the rare time I played someone else in a fight. And I apologize now to the Irish :)


jessiwrestles: Of course.  :) Been all a-tingle thinking of us having our chain match.  Besides just enjoying our normal conversations
megthenut: hmm been thinking about a character to play for the chain match  red headed Irish lass
jessiwrestles: Ah, gotta love those red heads :)  Masks the blood a little better that way
megthenut: indeed
jessiwrestles: Just be certain to have a good hit from your pint of ale before hand ;)
jessiwrestles: I hadn't given any thought to a character to play for the match, myself.  Figured why mess with perfection after all :-p
megthenut: hehehe well of course
megthenut: red head, my height, more wiry, boyish hair cut
jessiwrestles: Ah, but I like longer hair.  Gives me plenty to grab onto :-p
megthenut: well deal with it...bitch!
megthenut: :)
jessiwrestles: Oh, I intend to wench!  I'll make up for the short hair by using the chain with gusto >:)
megthenut: I hope you lost  a bit of weight cause I would hate to get too tired dragging your fat ass around the ring
jessiwrestles: Don't worry about that, since you'll be laying beaten and battered once I get my hands on you, before taking my victory lap and touching all four pads
megthenut: stands in front of you in her sweats, pre match in the locker room "Why don't we settle this now ye wee cunt? " cracks her knuckles...yt
jessiwrestles: Pulling my hair back into a simple ponytail, to keep it out of my way as I sit on the bench in the room, having just finished up a quick warm-up session and wearing light blue sweats.  "That's the best sentence I've heard come out of your worthless mouth, bitch.  Get that ass to the ring so I can give it a proper kicking"  yt
megthenut: "After you..hate to go out there and find you were too scared to come..or shall we go out together" I stretch in my green sweats, very loose and relaxed secretly loving the thought of tearing you up for an audience...yt
jessiwrestles: Standing from the bench, barely containing a snarl as I think of busting you wide open in front of this capacity crowd.  "Why don't we go out together, so the paying audience can see us side by side beforehand, and realize you don't have a snowball's chance in hell of beating me tonight"  yt
megthenut: "Sounds good to me" I stand side by side and put on a fake little smile "Shall we?" I walk out side by side with you to the roar of the crowd...
megthenut: yt
jessiwrestles: "Certainly.  Might as well give them a chance to see you before I leave you unrecognizable"  Returning the smile with as much false sincerity as yours as we walk out of the back and out into the audience's view for the first time this evening.  The smile stays in place as I raise my arms overhead, showing off my body even though it's still covered in the sweats and working the crowd.  Shouting into the crowd the usual taunts of "Enjoy her pretty looks while they last" and "Won't be long until everything matches her hair"   yt
megthenut: I walk past the crowd smiling at my 'special sponsors' shouting that "I'll cut her down a cup size tonight" and "tonight she's MY bitch!"  Reaching the ring, I sit on the ropes to let you in, a condescending smile on my face 'dona wana hurt yerself lass' I hiss'  yt
jessiwrestles: "I'm surprised the rope could hold your fat ass without breaking.  Or should I say arse to make you feel a little more like home, since we can't make you completely comfortable by turning this into a brothel house" Hissing back at you, the catty taunts beforehand making my body tingle in anticipation for a tough and intense battle that's been building between us.  Climbing the steps and entering the ring through a different side than where you are at, and move over to the corner I'm taking to start with.  Testing the ropes and grinning as I find their tension is just like I enjoy and looking foward to the chance to work you over...yt
jessiwrestles: (mmm, loving the build up.  I have a feeling this will be another great one :) )
megthenut: I slide into the ring, bouncing off the ropes to test the strength. The crowd getter louder as they see the ring crew bring out the spiked dog collars and chain.  The ring announcer takes the mic "Tonights main event...introducing first...From Dublin Ireland, weighing in at 122 lbs, standing 5'6", she is Gaelynn "Gale Force" O'Brien!!!!!!!!!" I raise my arms to the roar of the crowd pumping them in the air  and turning and flipping you the European two fingered salute...yt
jessiwrestles: Returning the gesture with the familiar New York single-finger greeting before the noise quiets down enough for the announcer to continue.   "And her opponent, from hills of eastern Kentucky, weighing in tonight at 135lbs and standing 5'7, she is Jessi "Thunderbolt" Skaggs!!!!"   Standing up on the middle ropes on either side of the turnbuckle, raising my arms high and soaking in the cheering of my supporters as the crew makes it into the ring with the collars and chain between them and the two men make their way towards us at the same time....yt
megthenut: I slide my shirt off before the collar is slipped on my head, revealing my pert breasts and sinewy body.  I feel the cold collar on my neck and secured..breathing in a deep breath.  I stare across the ring at you while the same is done to you...yt
jessiwrestles: The shirt was already ripped on the inside, which makes it easier for me to pull it off like Hogan back in the old days.  A bit gaudy perhaps, but usually a crowd pleasure nonetheless.  The crowd cheers a little more at the sight of both of us now topless, though the roar is short lived as the reality of the upcoming extreme action settles into them.  Shivers slightly as the cold leather collar is locked into place, and I feel the metal links of the chain press against my large tits...mtc
jessiwrestles: Bending over slightly, teasing those in the front row as I slide my pants off to reveal a navy blue thong bottom before I stand upright again and push the pants to the side where the ring crew is already gathering up my shirt and will remove our garments from the ring at the start of the match.   (and I leave it to you to decide if you want to be barefoot or not. :) )
jessiwrestles: yt
megthenut: I toss my shoes off, going barefoot. I slide off my sweats slowly for the crowd, revealing my green thong with a gold shamrock on the front.  I feel a warmth in my body despite being half naked.  I start to move back and forth on the balls of my feet..awaiting the bell. Playing with the chain as I eye you up...giving up some weight but then they always give up in the end....yt
jessiwrestles: The announcer leaves the ring, leaving just us there and a ref who's primary job is simply to signal the bell at the start and finish since the rule book went out the window when we signed this match (unless you want rules that is, or even want to remove the ref all together).  Several men in the audience gives a wolf-whistle at both of us as I swing the chain a little in my left hand, adjusting to the feel of it's weight tugging against me.  Knowing I have the weight advantage, but that won't translate into an easier match for me, and not wanting to underestimate my redhead rival.  Finally...DING DING!!  The bell rings, and I make my way out of the corner with the chain in my left hand, looped so that I will make an effective weapon if the need arises as I cautiously move from the corner
jessiwrestles: yt
megthenut: I step out of my corner slowly as well, feeling the crowd's anticipation.  I move slowly out  then dash to you jumping at your with a dropkick to the chest, hoping an actual high flying move might catch you off guard...yt
jessiwrestles: Which it does indeed.  Not expecting a high-flying move like that so early into the match, I'm only able to turn slightly to the right and so avoid the worst possible impact.  Still, the soles of your feet connect against my shoulder and one breast, compressing tanned skin as the weight of the impact knocks me off my feet.   "OMMPHH!"  and then.. BAMM!  The ring shakes on the impact and my big tits join in the shaking as I lay stunned and looking up at the harsh overhead lights....yt
megthenut: I get up quickly, wrapping the chain around my left hand. I rush towards you and swing my steel covered hand towards  your tight flat belly as it heaves for air...yt
jessiwrestles: Taking a few deep breaths, blinking my eyes against the lights and turning my head to the side away from the brightness.  Interposed among the spots before my eyes, I can make out your feet and legs moving in my direction and see the shift of your stance as you throw your weight into the punch.  Still fairly fresh in the match, I roll to the side to avoid the punch.   Even if I do get out of the way, I'm sure I'll feel the breeze as it will be a close call...yt
megthenut: You move fast...fast enough that my fist only grazes your side..WHAM IT hits the mat like a sledgehammer...Pain in the hand..good thing I'm right handed but still hurts like hell...I shake the chain off my hand and flex to get feeling back. I back off watching you, tossing my front strands of hair from my eyes, already panting from the excitement "Move fast fur a fat gurl..."   yt
jessiwrestles: Continuing the roll to put a little more distance between us before getting to a sitting position on my heels.  A light layer of sweat already forming from the heat and excitement and my breathing is coming quicker.  "You'll find out how much of this is fat and what is muscle soon, cunt"  Sneering at you as I get to my feet carefully and see the chain is about half taunt.  Grabbing the chain in my right hand, looping it a little before giving it a hard jerk towards me.  Hoping to pull you off balance and make you come towards me so that I can send a kick forward and with my toes aimed for that shamrock...yt
megthenut: I stand..maybe a bit too cocky....As you get to your feet I shift..see too late your hand move and pull the chain. I stumble towards you unable to stop. I pur my hands up to protect myself. Your kick  NOOOO! UNH!!! The momentum drills your toes deep into my torso,,dangereously close to being a low blow.  I crumple around your foot as my body shapes around it and I fall, gasping and trying to hold off slight whimper from the sudden jolt of pain. I roll on my back holding myself legs kicking...yt
megthenut: (hope you are liking this)
jessiwrestles: (Loving it >:D< Hope you're enjoying as well)
megthenut: (oh I am :) )
megthenut: (its building up well)
jessiwrestles: The impact of your lithe body against my foot causes me to take a step or two back as the force knocks me off balance as well.  Catching myself with the ropes, the chain getting pulled a little tighter but still with enough slack not to be a problem.   Advancing forward and to the side, avoiding your kicking legs as best I can before looping the chain together and swinging the metal links towards your torso, just under your tits like a metallic billy-club.    yt
jessiwrestles: (Definitely progressing nicely.)
megthenut: I lie there trying to see you...a flash of metal..>AIEEE my chest is ravaged by pain and I spasm and roll to protect myself. I look down...a huge bruise under my tits and aching...God this isn't good I think.  Fighting through the pain half blinded by it.....I roll away, seeing the chain looped around your leg. Desperate I pull hard on it making it tight around your ankle. hoping to throw you off your attack and trip you up as you advance...yt (hope that isn't taking too much of a liberty)
jessiwrestles: (not at all :) ) The arena echoes with the sound of metal against flesh, and the crowd is evenly split between those who cheer and those who wince at the blow.  Grinning as I see the bruise already starting to form, and wondering what the internal effect of the hit was, and intending to find out with a second swing of the chain.  But that's before you pull the chain and I get tripped up.  My arms windmill to try and catch my balance, but it's no use as I tumble backwards and slam into the unyielding canvas.   UGGHH   the wind knocked out of me slightly despite having my arms out to cushion the fall.  Rolling under the bottom ropes, and getting to the outside of the ring to take a break and recover as sweat covers my nearly naked body...yt
megthenut: Watching you roll out...I rub my sore chest,,turning color already   grrrr.  I slide out of the ring , putting a ring post between us and keeping low and out of sight.  Hoping you didn't see me I await you to rise and move, jerking the chain hard towards me and the ring post....yt
jessiwrestles: (That's it, no more breaks for you if you're going to come back with moves like that.  Now go to the corner for a time-out young lady! :-p )
megthenut: (:P)
megthenut: (I can repost :) )
jessiwrestles: (Naw, I was teasing.  The action is great) Not seeing you roll out of the ring, or noticing the chain either I lean against the ring apron to catch my breath.  The first hint I have is when the chain tugs against my neck, pulling the leather against my skin and jerking me foward.  Eyes widen as I put my arms up in front of me to take the worst of the impact, but it still hurts when...CLANG!!  The sound of forehead meeting metal post resonates like a bell.   Crumpling to the floor, head leaning foward against the cool steps with my eyes closed and already feeling a cut opened up on my forehead and letting a slow trickle of blood flow...yt
megthenut: I rise getting my breath back. Grinning seeing your trickle of claret....I come beside you and measure you out keeping a safe distance away then..sending my foot out at your temple aiming to crush your head between my foot and the step, the crowd getting louder as they sense some awful violence coming this way...yt
jessiwrestles: Not noticing your approach, my head still ringing like bells going off in my ears from the impact against the post.  Neither do I notice your kick, but I do notice the effect when I feel your heel push my head against the steel and the cut becomes wider.  Flopping back from the stairs, kicking my feet like a fish out of water as my hands come up to my face in reaction to the pain as the match swings in your favor now...yt
megthenut: The crowd starts to sense that I'm taking control. "I want more of your blood bitch" I hiss....I flop onto you my hands clawing towards your tits and the little spikes on my collar positioning above your cut to dig in there as well, my body grinding it in deeper (treat that as an open post even though not really written that way hon ) yt
jessiwrestles: AIIEEE  Screaming in pain as I feel the spikes on the collar digging into my skin and tearing the cut wider.  The blood flows freely now, soaking down the side of my face and onto your neck and upper chest from the grinding motions your making.  Out of instinct, driven by pure adrenaline, my hands reach up between us to latch onto your hanging tits and latch my nails into the soft skin if possible, while at the same time my right knee comes up, aiming towards the top of your head, or your face depending on how you are positioned....yt
jessiwrestles: (anytime you feel I've slipped closer to a cape, just let me know darlin :) )
megthenut: "Yes ye blonde skank...bleed ..." I feel your blood soak into me even giving a little lick toward it for the crowd .  Your hands latch on to my tits. I brace myself for the sharp pain as you fight back the only way you can.  "ENNNNN" I knew it was coming but it still hurts but this will hurt more I start to plan to press into the cut deeper rising up a bit...CLUNK!!!! The top of my head feels..a brick? something hit me. Woozy the earth spins a bit. GAWD...I try to focus. sliding off you holding my head, body sticky with your blood...yt
megthenut: (naw you are taking a beating you need a chance to come back :) )
megthenut: (oh you can hold on to my tits..sorry didn't mean to negate that by sliding off)
jessiwrestles: My nails let go of your tits, though making certain they get scratched as you slide off me and hoping for a few bloody marks as well.  Fortunately the blood hasn't gotten into my eyes yet, so my vision isn't affected I lay there beside of you, catching my breath in deep gulps that has my chest rising and falling with each thankful breath, though my forehead is throbbing with each quick heartbeat.  Turning my head to the side, seeing you laying there as well, and desperate to keep an offensive going somehow, I grab a handful of the chain and roll into the swing in a sloppy punch aimed at that annoying Irish mouth of yours that has my weight behind it....yt
megthenut: chest aching head ringing...my bloody chest..shite... my eyes focus seeing you swinging..BAM....AWWW GAWDDDD.   .My mouth explodes in blood and sit, my gums bleeding. I roll feeling for loose teeth,,, none I think. but blood gushing from my mouth like I'm a vampire feeding. I roll and kick out towards you jsut hoping to hit you with a foot...yt
jessiwrestles: Grinning through the pain as I feel the impact all the way up my arm.  "That should take care of your big mouth, bitch"  hissing as I feel your blood and spit coating my palm and knuckles.  But I have no time to  savor the impact as your foot catches my chest with a kick, heel pressing against one of my blood-coated tits and knocking me backwards and away from you   Gaaaaww   Knocked backwards, and rolling until I feel the cool metal railing that keeps the fans away, sitting up against it and not overly concerned as some of the crowd reaches through the railing for a variety of reasons.  To tired to really care as I watch you with hate in my eyes...yt
megthenut: My foot contacts with your tits..not hard to miss I think.  Holding my bleeding mouth I gaze up at you glaring at me. I glare back as there is no mistaking our disdain for each other. I spit blood towards your face. "Whore" I state simply "Let's fuck each other up"  I rise against the ring apron, some chain in my hand, keeping the other on the ring post for support in case you try to pull me in...yt
jessiwrestles: Your spit lands on the thin mat covering the concrete floor beside of my hand.  "Bring it, cunt"  Using the railing for support to get back to my feet, sneering at you as we both are bloody but not ready to accept defeat at the other's hands.   Gripping the chain in my left hand before taking a deep breath and pushing away from the rail.  Moving to the side, keeping the chain as taunt as I can between us before giving it a sudden jerk to try and pull you away from the post you're using for support in a slingshot attempt into anything metal that happens to be in  your path if it succeeds....yt
megthenut: We move like astronauts on a space walk careful not to go to far away from our support.  I watch you careful as one false move now could be a match ender. The crowd goes quiet as they sense the gravity of the situation.  Seeing you move off I follow you  with my eyes forming a plan.You pull quick, trying to get me off the post. I stagger off it, trying to keep control, banging into the steps with my knee with a clang. Wincing I pull back on you like a fisherman reeling in a fish before you get set..hoping to bring you towards me....I stand as if daring you to go through me..then I sidestep and try to slide my arm under chin and place the cold chain against your carotid artery ...yt (if its too much I can cut it down or split it up :) )
jessiwrestles: Stopped in my attempt to slingshot the redhead, I don't recover my footing in time to stop the chain being pulled against my neck and beginning to cut off oxygen and airflow.  Knowing I can't last long in this hold, after everything else that has already happened, I make a quick decision and hope for the best.   Reaching behind me, taking a handful of that short red mane in each hand, pulling you forward slightly so I can duck my head under your chin and fall onto my ass, in an effort for a jawbreaker that isn't a type of candy....yt
megthenut: In my grip, blood flowing onto my hands, chain around your throat to increase the sleeper's pressure. Your hands in my hair, I sense what's coming  and you fall down on your butt as I tighten my hold on the chain...CLUNK!   I move my tongue so i don't bite it and try to keep my head up as much as I can as you drive your chin towards my chin. my head spins I slide loose still trying to keep the sleeper...and I might have in a normal match but as I wooze back the chain digs into your neck and I hold some degree of balance and keep a choke on you ...yt (is that fair? )
jessiwrestles: (sounds rather fair to me :)  And chains do come in handy as well)
jessiwrestles: The impact jarring my spine a little, and feeling your chin hitting the top of my head doesn't feel the greatest in the world, but better than the alternative.   Or at least, that's the hope until I feel the chain still around my neck.   Tongue lolling out the side of my mouth as my hands come up to try and pry themselves against the metal and put a barrier between it and my skin, but feeling the effect already starting to make my limbs sluggish.....yt
jessiwrestles: (since it's late, can't have them all end in draws ;)  Though I was hoping for a chance to pull that shamrock off and put it down Ms O'brian's throat..or as a trophy afterwards >:) )
megthenut: (well I think it would be a fair result I did draw first blood...would u like some brutalization afterwards or for me just to beat you and be sporting about it? )
jessiwrestles: (you, sporting?   Who are you and where are you holding the real Meg? :-p )
megthenut: I lean back pulling the chain taut and then slides my legs around your torso and start to squeeze your diaphragm putting more strain on your already exhausted pulmonary system. I feel your struggle knowing the blood loss has weakened you already as I cross the chain to make it even tighter...yt
megthenut: Plus we need to make the feud work  grin and being ko'd alone doesn't quite do it >:) )
jessiwrestles: The scissors only speed up the inevitable, the pressure on my sides forcing air out at the same time the chain prevents new air from getting in and cutting off the bloodflow to my brain.  Even the cut on my forehead slows, though now it flows over my face, covering one eye and down my nose before dripping onto my tummy.  It doesn't take long before my fingers slide away from the chain, and my arms fall limply to the side as my body surrenders its consciousness to your vicious assault....yt
jessiwrestles: (Oh, definitely expect a feud.  It's on now bitch! :-p )
megthenut: "yeah ...yeh....go to sleep baby......" I feel your body go slack and finally limp. With a bloody grin I stand and drag you around the ring by the chain around your neck  touching one...two...threee...standing by the four corner...yt
jessiwrestles: Gets dragged along by the chain, unconscious and offering no resistance beyond what dead weight does.   The chain pulling deep against my skin, and the canvas gives burns to my backside as my thong is bunched up along the edges slightly.   My face passive and coated in blood on half of it as I'm completely oblivious to your impending victory...yt
megthenut: I touch the fourth corner to a loud cheer.  I motion for the ref to get the collar off me. As it slips off my neck I lunge at you and slap you awake. Hey hon ye lost..but I do want to hear ya admit ye are done..." With an evil red grin I thread the chains around your arms and pull you back in a camel clutch...yt
jessiwrestles: The slaps not doing a lot to revive me, though as you roll me over my tits balloon out from under me and reveal that my entire back is red from being dragged across the canvas.  The chain-enhanced clutch gets some stirring from me, but I'm still mostly out of it as my head lolls forward, my hair out of it's ponytail and covering my face and the tips dragging the canvas in front of us...yt
megthenut: I twist your neck  a dreadful looking angle, putting you in a dangerous position. I snap my teeth at the ref to ward him off "Say you give or die" I hiss into your ear...yt
jessiwrestles: (Mmm, tempting proposition there ;-) )
megthenut: (heheeh depends if thunderbolt wants a round 2....it could be done  grin)
jessiwrestles: The pain in my neck and back bringing me awake enough to register it anyway.  Eyes remain closed, fingers bunched up in pain as I grit my teeth before getting out a strained "I give" yt
megthenut: "Ya hear that?" I ask the ref. he nods and I snarl "Tell the crowd" He gets to the mic and gingerly announces "Jessica Thunderbolt Skaggs  has submitted" Some boos quite a few cheers at this.  I leer down at you "Thanks darling" and give you a bloody kiss on the lips. I let your beaten body flop down as I motion for the ref to raise my arm in victory. My chest is purple from the beating you gave me and my head still rings....but ye just got hit with Gael Force.....yt
jessiwrestles: (Decided I liked the idea of a grudge match that was even more extreme than this ;) )
jessiwrestles: Biting at your bloody lips at the kiss, flopping down to the canvas and putting my hands on the small of my back before rolling over with my eyes closed.  "Ain't over between us, bitch"  hissing at you as you gloat over me in your victory....fin
megthenut: great fight hon
jessiwrestles: Same back at ya darlin >:D<  I think it safe to say you had to earn this victory
megthenut: oh yes I did
megthenut: but I hope you had fun
megthenut: >:D<
jessiwrestles: Absolutely

Saturday 11 June 2011

Crime Fiction : Hardcore Part 1

“All of this I’m ok with but him. Tornado, I think he’s a fake.”

Miles ran his fingers through his steel grey hair. “Warren he is legit, as hardcore as you.”

Warren pulled the cigar out of his mouth. “Don’t sell me that.  I read the police reports and any idiot can figure out he’s making a rep on a damn accident. You are smarter than this Miles.” He sat back and pulled deep on the cigar.

Warren Marsh. If you had to describe his look, the best would be “Viking in a suit”  The wild blonde hair and beard,  the stocky built and the eyes…

Piercing blue that shone constantly with maniac glee and fury.  Except when they turned color. But at that point that might be the last thing you see, so who knows what the color is…

The attitude fit as well. Plundering the world for anyone who paid him. Nothing he owned was his originally. His car, his house, even his name…

Miles Steele. Self made man. Earned every cent, how he did it isn’t important. Looks the perfect gentlemen, oozes distinguished down to that perfect steel grey hair.  Everything in perfect place….

Except his hands. The scars where a projectile went straight through them. He still can’t clench his fists all the way…

Steele leaned forward trying to close those same hands on Marsh’s arm. “Warren, I vouch for him. Not the company, I do personally. And if my word doesn’t mean anything to you” he held open his arms “why are we here?”

“Never talk that metaphysics crap with me. If you are talking about our meeting, its money. Never…..” leaning forward…

“Never assume this is ever meaning we are friends. You are a conduit to cash. “ Grabbing Steele by the ears like a dog. “A….means…to…an…end.”

The club began to notice the odd sight of one of its prominent members being treated like LBJ’s dog. With a smile and a slap Warren sent Miles back into his chair.

“Ok your word is fine with me. Until such time as it proves to be worthless. Then Mr. Steele you best hope it proves very fatal to me.”

The Maitre’d arrived with two waiters in tow. Warren barely paid them any mind outside of:

“There was a time when you would have asked me if I wanted to have my way with a waitress in the kitchen or if I preferred the cloakroom.” A sip of water.
The Maire’d eyes widened. Marsh seemed to take notice of him.

“In fact back in the back when you were doing their jobs” pointing at the waiters, “I do recall you holding down a few less than cooperative ones for my father. Now don’t tell your name….” he stood up and whispered into the man’s trembling ear:

“Because I bet you don’t want that known, just like I want you to know I am Warren Marsh and that’s what you tell everyone else who asks you that very question are we clear man whose name I don’t recall?”

A gulp “Of course Mr. Marsh.”

“Miles..I think we are done here and you will be paying for lunch. I gotta check on some renovations.”


“The fuck is this?” Warren looked at the gaping carpeted hole in her living room.

“It’s a pit for combative activities. Sonny and Carlos are doing the wiring for it, remember?”

“Yeah, so it is..you fight other woman in here Meg? That’s…nostalgic.” He sat on the ledge.

“Nostalgic? Do you even know what that means?”

“Look at them go son. Cooks  vs. maids.” Fingers ran through his long blonde hair. Rings worth thousands, A watch that could have fed a family for a year. The smell of wet earth. His father’s cologne. Screams as someone took a hard shot to the head.

“When do we stop them dad?”

Suppressed laughter “Damn…damned if..I know HA HA HA!”

He joined the laughter. That was quite funny even now.

“Son….you know why I do what I do and don’t answer this is one of those setups for an answer rather than an expectation of one..”

“Rhetorical question”

That sounds so intellectual bullshit that I can’t talk that way anyways, its because if I don’t put people in a pit or hunt the homeless or set a random person on fire..do you know how I would release that energy? On the job.”

“that would be quite awkward. Dad.”
“Exactly. I know scale..perspective. Better the servants than say two countries.  Better to burn a fast food employee than an economy.  This is the most important lesson I can ever teach you son:

It is the right of the powerful to release their unholy urges so they can guide humanity with purity, but it is their responsibility to confine that release to a small scale. It’s a delicate balance….I think someone died in that pit…hmmmm”

“Warren..you’re smiling. That’s an eerie sight “ Meg snapped her fingers.

He shook his head. “Whoa, that was a trip…Meg, may I tell you a favor you are going to do for me?”

“Why Warren, what could I do for you? If its sex I know to hit you on your head to regain your memory.”

“No it’s a sentimental thing, let me watch the fights you have here. Reminds me of home. Don’t ask just do it.”

He stood up. “Got to go see a man tomorrow. See if we have something in common.”

“What would that be?”

“Killed a kid.”