Time,
Space,
Reality.
It's more than a linear path,
It's a prism of endless possibility.
Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities.
Creating alternate worlds from the ones you know.
I am the watcher.
I am your guide to these vast new realities Follow me and ponder the question.
What If...
In this dimension, Peter Parker was still known as Spiderman. On a school trip he got bitten by a spider, and his arm swelled up like a balloon for two weeks with a fever. Because of this Peter had a pathological hatred of spiders. Hence his nickname Spiderman.
Gwen Stacy did not die, because the Green Goblin never existed, instead, Norman Osborne had spiraled into insanity, and his company was taken over by Stark Industries headed by Victor Von Doom. His son did not fare well; he and Mary-Jane Watson dated after she had briefly gone out with his friend Peter Parker. After they broke up Harry started his journey on drug addiction.
"This is for charity, right? "
Gwen Stacy stared at her arse in the mirror. She stood there in green boxing gloves, a green t-shirt far too tight for her, her jutting nipples clearly visible, jutting out like flag poles and tight teeny green shorts. She should be mortified, she did not normally, well ever, shop at ?Sluts R Us? but no, she had gladly volunteered for it. This was for Harry Osborne, right? He needed money for his treatment. Peter had been trying to come up with things to raise money and it was Gwen who had suggested a Foxy Boxing match.
"You don't think it's too much?"
"Yes but that's the idea"+
Pete had suggested Jennifer Walters who he knew from his part-time job photographing celebrities for the Daily Bugle, she was a reasonably famous lawyer who had been on TMZ a couple of times and did have a famous Physicist brother, she was a game girl and would add some star-power to the event and he knew some friends who could train them both.
She was going to do a demonstration cheesecake bout. Put on a T&A show. Normally she would not do such a thing, and Peter would have died rather than let her, but this was for charity, this was for Harry. How could she refuse?
They had set up a foxy boxing ring in the middle of the ESU campus. The ticket sales had been tremendous, and there would also be a ?Tip Jar? where if people were impressed by the show they could leave a tip. Gwen wanted this to be even bigger than the ticket sales so she had done some boxing courtesy of her Dad, the Police Captain, worked out at the gym and Pete?s friend, the professional wrestler, Crusher Hogan had shown her and Jennifer some cool moves, it was going to be a spectacular show.
She walked out into the ring barefoot, the crowd cheering with Peter. Then suddenly his phone pinged. He looked at the phone.
"Shit," Peter said. "Jennifer Walters can't make it"
He looked at Gwen
"Sorry Gwen I know you worked hard for this, but Jenny's car won't start, and she won't make it in time".
"Ladies and gentlemen I'm afraid due to unforeseen circumstances Gwen's opponent will not be able to make it"
The crowd booed disappointed.
"Refunds will be available to anyone who would like one".
"I'll volunteer!" A voice rang out, everyone turned to look.
Mary-Jane was pissed, she'd not been invited to help raise money for Harry, and she just knew which blonde bitch was responsible for that! She'd always looked down on her, well she'd show her! So maybe she accidentally put a potato in Jennifer's exhaust pipe, no harm and It was for charity! Was that blonde brainbox why he finished with her? Because she wasn't smart like little 'I'm so fucking serious', Gwendolyn? What is it they say? Nerds of a feather stick together. She'd show her.
Gwen stared at the woman who had raised her hand. It was fucking Mary Jane Watson! She used to date Petey, but he dumped her because she drove him mad and was the one who dumped Harry driving him to the drugs. Empty-headed Slut. No, she wasn't involved in anything to do with the fundraiser because one She blamed MJ for walking out on Harry and the way he was now and two she did not trust her with Peter, sure she trusted Peter but that slut. She'd be on the floor naked, with her legs open before you could count to one. What was it she did? a model? What a fucking air-head! What was it she had said the first time She met Peter, "Looks like you hit the jackpot"? What a fucking ego! How on earth could Pete have dated someone like that? She was everything she wasn't. The dark thought stirred within her "Maybe that's why he dated her".
She was already dressed for it. It was a setup! Had she come back to claim her man from me? No fucking way! Gwen thought.
Peter was Gwen's cornerman, and Flash Thompson was Mary-Jane's. Of course, Peter was going to be the highest bidder to be Gwen?s cornerman. Referee and cornerman, conflict of interest? Of course, but hey this was for charity. Flash, meanwhile, thought it was his lucky day, he was the highest bidder for Jennifer Walters and ended up with Mary-Jane Watson! They stared at each other as Peter read out the rules. There was no headgear or mouthguards. After all, this was for charity, three rounds, three minutes each.
"Ladies and gentlemen introducing...Gwen Stacy"
Gwen went to the centre of the ring and holding her arms up did a little twirl.
"And her opponent Mary-Jane Watson!"
Mary-Jane skipped into the centre of the ring. She smiled and turned around. She ran to the side of the ring, bending over the top rope, she lifted her shirt, flashing her bare breasts to the very appreciative crowd who went wild. Turning she ran to each side of the ring, showing her bare breasts each time.
"Cheap slut" thought Gwen, "Why not just get on your back and spread your legs while you're at it?".
Mary-Jane gestured for Gwen to show everybody hers. Gwen shook her head. The crowd booed, Mary-Jane, gestured again, and Gwen flipped her the finger. Mary-Jane looked inside her top and pointing at Gwen, mockingly cried. Gwen slowly drew her index finger along her throat, slowly, deliberately.
Desperate to cool things down, Peter gestured for them to come to the centre of the ring. Peter put his hands on both women?s shoulders.
"Remember, this is a bit of fun for charity".
"Yeah"
"Okay"
The confirmation was not exactly rousing. They stared each other in the eye, lost in their own thoughts.
"That air-headed ginger is going down. Whatever did Petey see in her?"
"I'm going to show Miss Gwendoline 'I'm-so-fucking-smart' Stacy".
They jabbed their gloves together in a show of good sportsmanship, which wasn?t and moved back when their opponent jabbed with a bit more force than expected. They moved back.
DING!
The fight started.
Gwen had a plan; she planned to work her jab and keep the fight in the centre of the ring. Mary-Jane just planned to hit as hard and as often as she could.
Gwen strode towards her opponent; she knew that this was not going to be the light-hearted T&A show she had originally anticipated and snapped out a jab. It was parried by Mary-Jane?s glove, who smiled, pleased with herself. Gwen quickly sidestepped to Mary-Jane's right and snapped a punch that landed on her face with a dull thud. Mary-Jane gave her an angry look, and the word ?Fuck? was muttered under her breath.
MJ launched a punch at Gwen's head, and grinning the blonde blocked it, batting it out of the way, a contemptuous look on her face.
"Is that all you got?"
Gwen went back on the offence. She fired a punch into Mary-Jane's body, snarling Mary-Jane punched back.
"No!" she exclaimed.
Gwen rotated her shoulder blocking the punch with her right arm then dancing away, smiling.
"You sure?"
Gwen landed another jab to Mary-Jane?s body, who stumbled back and then moved forward to close in on Gwen, who retreated. Gwen felt her back hit the ropes, alarmed, she quickly glided to the side to move away, then straight back into Mary-Jane who was taken by surprise at how quickly she came at her, but this time Mary-Jane had her gloves up and blocked the jab and moved in under her opponent and landed an uppercut to Gwen?s belly, who gasped, but before MJ could get her fist back she took a jab to her face, her head snapped back. Blindly, Mary-Jane threw a punch, but it missed as Gwen danced away taunting her now.
Mary-Jane waited, the bitch would be back and when she did?
She ducked the jab she knew was coming and she moved landing a right to Gwen's head which snapped it to the side.
Angered, Gwen came back at Mary-Jane unaware that MJ was stepping in as well. The two traded blows to the body, but Mary-Jane popped Gwen with a right to her belly, moaning the blonde came straight back at her but this time her punch missed, and she had to parry the one that MJ shot back immediately. Gwen fired in but Mary-Jane avoided the jab and then stepped in landing a right uppercut to the belly. Gwen took a step back, winded, Mary-Jane smiled knowing the blonde skank would know she was in a fight.
Gwen heard 'Stay on her' from the crowd and Gwen came at Mary-Jane and the two traded jabs. Mary-Jane landed a left hook on Gwen?s right breast, and Gwen winced in torment.
"Fuck!" she cried out.
Gwen went back on the attack, she landed a right rocking the redhead and followed up with a jab, dancing away and then forcing Mary-Jane to get her guard up. Her next punch split it, hitting her in the face, Gwen hoped for a black eye.
Mary-Jane realised she was getting beat up and she didn't like it as she looked at Gwen?s grinning face, she managed to duck under Gwen?s jab and rocked her with a right uppercut to the jaw Gwen's head slammed back forcing her to take a step back shaking her head trying to clear the cobwebs. She tried to come back with a jab with her left fist, but Mary-Jane caught it with a glove only to be rocked by a right, furiously she retaliated, flattening Gwen's right breast with a right of her own and finishing with a jab to the face.
Gwen moved back circling, massaging her breasts with her gloves.
"Dirty whore!"
Mary-Jane cruelly smiled at her.
"Fuck yeah!"
Gwen faked a right and landed a nice jab on the nose of the surprised redhead, who screamed as she felt the blood trickle from her nose.
"Fuck you!" It was Gwen's turn to smile.
Ding!
As they walked to their corners they exchanged dirty looks and words.
"Bitch"
"Whore"
Mary-Jane returned to her corner having taken the worst of it round one but not having gone down. She had learned some lessons early on and was putting them to good use and she was going to show Peter just who the better woman was.
Flash spoke as he rubbed her shoulders "You're doing a good job girl. Flatten her!"
Peter spoke to Gwen as he handed her a bottle of water. "Are you okay? This is getting a bit serious".
"I know...I want it this way"
Both women were sweaty, and the tops were showing a little nipple and areolae through the tops. Mary-Jane had small nipples and Gwen's rounder areolae covered a larger portion of the firm breasts she had. Both fighters got a swig of water as they breathed from the belly hard.
Soon seconds out was called both women standing ready.
Ding!
Staring at each other they both tapped their gloves together as they purposely walked towards each other.
Gwen fired a punch as soon as she came in range. Mary-Jane ate the jab, moving back she was surprised when she backed up against the ropes opening her up for another shot before she realized she could slip away back to the centre of the ring.
Gwen went into the attack scoring two quick shots to MJ's face and then in the centre of the ring, she snapped a jab again, but this time she gasped as she took a counter to her belly, she quickly moved away.
This became a cat-and-mouse game, with Gwen flicking jabs, sometimes catching Mary-Jane sometimes not. Then Gwen would have to dance away as Mary-Jane landed a decent body shot with a right. The sound of leather filled the ring. this was a good fight. The surprise came when Mary-Jane landed a counter right on Gwen?s nose halfway through, blood started trickling out.
"Gotcha" Mary-Jane cackled.
She was feeling cocky, but she took a right to her head and fuck that hurt. She came back though with right of her own to the jaw of Gwen sending her against the ropes, trapping her. Mary-Jane hissed.
"I'm gonna fuck you up".
Going to work on Gwen, she launched a left hook to the face, a right cross to the face, a cut opened up above Gwen?s eye. Then right hook, left hook, right uppercut to the breasts. After each punch, Gwen bounced against the ropes and into the next blow. Moaning from the attack, and desperate to end the punishment, Gwen timed her counter perfectly, when Mary-Jane threw a right cross Gwen blocked it and threw her right cross. The punch connected with Mary-Jane's chin cleanly, and she immediately fell on her ass.
Ding!
Gwen pulled Mary-Jane by the hair and kneed her in the nose.
Ding!
Mary-Jane's nose immediately started leaking blood and she fell back. Ignoring the bell, Gwen mounted Mary-Jane pulled her head up by her hair and started punching her repeatedly in the face.
Ding! Ding!
Gwen was throwing right after right and Mary-Jane's face was bleeding, her lip was cut her eyes were both bruised and swollen.
Ding!
Gwen threw Mary-Jane's head to the floor. As she felt Peter's arms around her.
"Now we're done, and so's your so-called modelling career". Gwen proclaimed as she was led away from the sobbing Mary-Jane.
"The fuck we are!" Mary-Jane jumped up and launched a kick, but she found herself restrained by Flash.
Shaking herself free of Peter, Gwen strode proudly back to her corner.
Gwen used a towel and started wiping the blood from her nose she looked up at Peter.
"What the fuck... Are you okay? We can stop this, it's only for charity".
Gwen looked up at him.
"Don't stop me Petey. I need to finish this".
She glared across the ring to her opponent who was wiping her blood and glared back at Gwen with hatred in her eyes.
She gulped from her water bottle. Sweat covered her body. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face. Her sweat-covered green sports bra was transparent, and her aureoles and nipples stood out proudly.
"No, I have to finish this...finish her" This was something primal, She was fighting for her man.
Mary-Jane wasn't listening to a word Flash was saying It was not about the money, the pride. She wanted to show Peter, and everybody that she was better than this blonde skank.
Ding!
They circled each other, both were loosening their hands. Then they started, Gwen caught Mary-Jane with a right hook that connected with her chin. Gwen threw a left jab to the right eye and followed it up with a right cross that caught MJ's left eye, she responded with a two-jab combo of her own. Both punches caught Gwen in the mouth
They surged together fists wildly lashing out at each other. Then they fell into a clinch, their arms around each other and squeezed hard. Their arms pulsing, as though they were trying to squeeze the very life out of each other.
"Fucking bitch I'm gonna fuck you like I fucked your boyfriend..." Mary-Jane taunted her enemy.
Gwen's knee thudded into MJ's crotch with a full thud.
"Fuck you slut" she whispered.
Tears flooded MJ's eyes as she bent over gasping her hands on her crotch. Gwen stood back a smile on her face as she admired her handiwork, debating how she was going to finish this slut off.
"Looks like..."
Through teary eyes, MJ smiled as her fist thudded into Gwen's crotch returning the favour. Gwen sobbed as the agony shot through her body.
Both women stood bent over hands massaging their crotches, moaning. Never taking their eyes off each other.
Peter moved in to break them up.
"No!" Gwen cried out. The fire in her eyes stopped Peter dead in his tracks.
"You and me," MJ said as she threw her gloves down, challenging.
"You and me..." Gwen repeated, throwing her gloves down, accepting the challenge.
The crowd had gone silent, unsure of how it would end. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing and moans coming from the two girls.
They went for each other's hair, tearing hard. Strands of red and blonde hair fell to the ground. The crowd were taken aback by the savagery they were seeing, curses grunts and moans filled the air as the two hellcats tore at each other.
Eventually, Mary-Jane started swinging Gwen by the hair twisting her around, with Gwen desperately trying to keep her footing. Then Mary-Jane let go, swinging Gwen's head into the turnbuckle. Gwen gasped as Gwen stumbled away from the turnbuckle in agony. MJ joined her hands together she swung her hands into Gwen's belly. Gwen moaned, then gripping Gwen by the hair, Mary-Jane flipped her over her shoulder. Gwen landed with a thump on her behind, then she felt the yank as Mary-Jane still had a two-handed grip on her hair. Her neck twisted painfully.
Mary-Jane looked up in triumph as she held Gwen by the hair. From out of nowhere Gwen's foot kicked up into her face, and her bleeding nose turned into a torrent. Mary-Jane staggered back, holding her gushing nose. With a war cry of anger and desperation, Gwen launched herself at MJ, her head burying itself into MJ's belly, driving her onto her back.
Riding her like a bucking bronco, Gwen yanked hard on MJ's head with her left hand with her right she swung a punch into the side of MJ's head. Salvia and blood gushed from Mary-Jane's mouth. Gwen dropped the head; it bounced on the floor. Gwen picked up the bouncing head bringing it into the killing zone and launched a slap this time into MJ's head. Gwen reared back and held MJ's head by the chin, with no resistance. Just making sure she clawed and twisted Mary-Jane's breasts through the thin material of the top. No response.
Slowly comprehending it was safe to do so. Gwen rose from her unconscious foe. She had done it, She had defeated her rival, she had staked her claim on her man. He belonged to her. She let out a cry, primitive, feral. Then she noticed the paper. It rained down on her, uncomprehending at first, but slowly it dawned on her as Peter raised her hand, she was being showered with money by a cheering crowd!
