I changed my mind... and now, the conclusion!
Part 4
There’s a hatred. There’s such a hatred… it buries itself deep inside of you and it’s like a humble parasite, sharing and nourishing, yet destroying and killing you slowly. This is a factor that had been eating away at me the very moment Victoria had broken me. I couldn’t get rid of it, because she was always there; she was always there to blanket my hatred for her in that thing called fear.
Marie’s got a lot of nicknames, but the one she gave herself was Superfly. I saw her flying across the room, a loud “UNNNHHH!!!” forcing itself from her lips as she was tossed in the air and kicked in the chest by the black-haired, busty bitch Victoria… my hero was being destroyed by the woman who’d destroyed me and stained my heart in hatred and fear, fighting the never-ending battle every time I saw her face. I saw Marie crash to the floor and I knew she wasn’t getting back up, but she did. As she rose, I could swear that I saw the imprint of her soul, her confidence on the floor as she charged in on Victoria just to take a left to her right eye, a right to her left eye forcing an “AH!” from her as she reached for her eyes, a sweeping kick to her ribs that lowered her right arm as she was on the verge of going down, but Victoria shoved her steady.
“Come on, Marie!!” Victoria shouted as she raised her fists and stared at Marie, who looked back and tried to steady herself, “Fight me. I told you I had moved on to someone who could defend herself, show me, you little cxnt. Show me!”
Victoria moved in on Marie; Marie threw a weak punch at the taller girl’s chest, but Victoria sidestepped it, hitting Marie with an uppercut right above her navel. “Oooh…” Marie’s groan seemed to sound more like a plea, like she was watching someone else get beaten, as Victoria stopped and stood over her. Marie was doubled over, making “oohhh… oooh…oooh” sounds as she held her stomach with her right hand and held her left hand over her head to block any oncoming punches. “UHHH!!” she cried as Victoria hit her with a hard right to her left side and hurt her again with another right uppercut just below her heart. Marie coughed, but Victoria grabbed her left arm and doubled her over with a left submarine shot to her navel. I saw Marie’s eyes widen as Victoria got low; I saw her mouth open and the skin in the corners tear enough for a little blood to form… but I heard nothing.
She stood there, frozen… I had seen her get hit with submarine shots to that part of her stomach before and she does get frozen from that type of punch. I saw a hint of a tear forming in her right eye as she looked at me. Her mouth was moving like a dying fish and she seemed like she was trying to tell me something… it reminded me of Russell Crowe’s character in the movie “Gladiator,” how he would walk with his hand out as he was dying and think of that field with his wife and son waiting for him in Elysium. Victoria walked behind her as my hero was still standing and catching her breath; Victoria grabbed Marie’s crotch from behind and worked it over with her finger… Marie barely reacted. Then Victoria nailed her with a double axe handle blow to her back. Marie hit the floor face down, not making a sound from the blow.
“Don’t you go to sleep on me yet, you little bitch,” Victoria said reaching down and pulling Marie to her feet in Heimlich Maneuver position, with her hands gripping Marie above her navel, “I’ve only begun to break you.”
Victoria easily yanked Marie’s shirt off and yanked down her shorts to reveal a white bra and panties set. Marie’s face showed her sorrow, but she immediately hissed and doubled over from a reach around stomach punch from Victoria.
“You’re gonna learn to love me, bitch,” the black haired bitch said, and I had flashbacks to that moment when she said those same words to me. She looked in my direction, but didn’t make eye contact with me; she didn’t care whether I was there anymore; I had my freedom. Marie had, in a way, done what I had hoped she would do; I was no longer Victoria’s slave. Victoria placed her right hand on Marie’s right breast, then pressed her fist against Marie’s belly, just below her navel and begin to grind it in.
“Come on, bitch, cum!!” she demanded and Marie began to cry out as if she was fighting it. I was fighting it with her; I couldn‘t stand it, seeing her this way… there was nothing sexy about it. She was defeated; my hero was defeated and it all came crashing down on me. I was a lot better than I gave myself credit for and she knew that all along. But now, because of the punishment I inflicted on her, the punishment she took to be able to show me what I could do when she could’ve beaten me any time she wanted, now, she can’t defend herself against this monster. I wanted to turn away so badly, but I couldn’t stop watching as Victoria‘s knuckles dug deeper and deeper into Marie‘s belly as it got softer and softer. My hatred had me; I licked my lips as I clutched my still aching belly and watched from the floor. The violence had me… I couldn’t stop as she couldn’t stop and Marie was working herself up to a climax… but this was my climax.
“Stop it!” I yelled, “She’s beaten; you’ve won. Now, let her go.”
Victoria didn’t even bother to look at me; she kept her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around Marie as she bit her ear. Marie was panting and groaning and then, I felt Victoria’s teeth cut my foot and Marie’s body fall into my arms. The bitch should’ve kept her eyes open, she would’ve seen me get up, seen me walk toward her, and seen the kick coming. Victoria hit the floor spread eagle and the hatred had consumed me; I let Marie drop to the floor after I hugged her. I wasn’t even on Victoria that fast; for some reason, losing to her wasn’t something I was worried about. She sat up and I kicked her in the face; I noticed when she opened her mouth as she sat up, some of her teeth were missing. I noticed as she went down again and opened her mouth, more were missing, then I saw two of them in the side of my foot as it bled. I held my foot over her open mouth and let her taste my blood. I was gone; all I saw was everything that everyone said I couldn’t be and everything that I knew I was and she was holding it all… not anymore.
I mounted her and pounded her face with lefts and rights; I really lost myself in the punching and the skin coming off my fists, the pain I felt as I hammered her and the pain that she felt, the groans… I lived for it… I was reborn in Marie B’s suite on MU’s campus on a normal night when everything around us was plain and white and with rights and lefts I swept and swept all my troubles away. I kneed her in her pussy… she climaxed and came and I yanked both her legs apart and up, then I bit her underwear and eat her out right on the floor. It didn’t matter; if I was her slave, I was going to show her how much of a good slave I could be. She began to try to slide herself away as I was eating her out, but I just kept sliding forward, coming down with a hammerfist on her belly, and she made a loud “OOOF!!!” and froze. She climaxed again and again and again and I imagined every drop of her juices being the womanhood of some poor struggling girl now released in this, my freedom.
I wanted to scream; I wanted to yell at her and tell her how much she had cost me… but I didn’t. I kept eating her out, and biting down on her, trying to drag her soul from her body if she even had a fucking soul. Nothing mattered anymore; I mounted her and I saw, for the first time, fear in her eyes. And I smiled, then I spit her juices into her own face and kissed her, shoving my tongue down her throat and allowing her to taste her own acidy venom, and Marie B’s sweetness. I was gone; I wasn’t coming back… I began to punch her again, and I heard her saying something to me and I saw tears in her eyes and I realized that she did have a soul after all and that I had beaten it to the surface… but do you really think I gave a fuck about that? The bitch raped me and stole everything from me and the only thing I wanted was for her to suffer as I had suffered and to be no more.
Her eyes were nearly swollen shut and her head was bleeding at the top; her nose was broken and I could see chips of it, blending in with chips of her teeth. My hands were bleeding badly and I dropped my panties and came right on her face. I didn’t need a fucking dildo to know that I had taken her womanhood… now, there was one more thing I was going to take. I sat on her stomach and dug my fingernails into her breasts; her mouth opened wide and she was shocked back to life. Then I calmly placed her hands around her neck and began to choke her as she was choking on her own teeth. She spat blood in my face, which was fine and I saw a cold look coming over her…
This is where I am now, proud to spend a lot of time in jail for killing this miserable bitch. That’s what I’m telling you; after I kill this bitch, I won’t have a life to lie about or fuck around on face book or tweet or pretend that I’m something that I’m not. And I never had a choice; you do. Fuck my education; fuck the world; fuck it… I am gone, but Victoria goes first. Little arms wrap around me and begin to pull me off of her. But I am gone; I snap my head back, feel it impact Marie’s head, hear Marie make an “Unnnhhh” sound and I hear the sound of her little body hitting the floor. This is my revenge, Marie, and while I love you and you will always be my hero, this is for me and if you try to stop me… I rise and face her. She is beaten; and I know and she knows in her heart that she can’t beat me, not as I am now. She knows it and her face is appealing to me, but her belly is so destroyed and she so out of wind that she can’t even put together a sentence. And what did she do all this for… and that’s when it hits me. She did it for me.
I drop to my knees and I start to cry. I can’t stop crying and she comes to me slowly and cautiously, but I pull her in close.
“I need somebody to help me,” is what I say to her, “I need somebody to help me. I’m never going to be the same; I can’t stop it; I can’t turn it off.”
I left MU with Marie, and a few days later, I found myself staring into the eyes of another blonde… she looks like Marilyn Monroe, except her cheeks are fatter and she looks at me with a puzzled expression, but at the same time, as if she’s looking at a piece of livestock.
“So, this is the girl you want me to train?” Siena Blaze, owner of OPW, 11-time OPW World Champion says as her short blonde curls dangle and she smiles at me
“I can’t do anything with her,” Marie responds, “I know you and I aren’t exactly close anymore--”
“That’s the understatement of the fucking year,” Siena cuts in
“But she has a background that kind of reminded me of you,” Marie says, then turns to me, “Alice, I don’t think you’ll ever be able to get rid of the hate that’s inside of you, but maybe you can focus it and use it to become something greater.”
“This is all rather touching,” Siena says, standing up from her desk and showing her full 5’5” 140 lbs, removing her sunglasses to show her crystal blue eyes, “but if she’s going to be trained by me, then I need you Marie to take your little bitch ass the fuck out of my office and let me talk to her myself. And when I‘m done with her, don‘t be surprised if she’s coming to kick your ass in an OPW ring. Get the fuck out.”
Marie pulled me into a hug and our hug was deep and close. Marie shed tears as she and I looked at each other one more time.
“I’m so proud of you, Alice,” Marie said, “but now, this is the best I can do for you.”
“Thank you for saving my life,” I said
“You saved yourself,” she responded
“What the fuck don’t you understand about getting out of my fucking office, Marie?” Siena said
I talked to Siena for a good long time; I told her what had happened with Victoria; I told her who I was and I told her that I had nothing left. She looked at me and she spoke calmly, but I felt like the words coming from her mouth were the most honest I’d heard in a long time.
“I can’t help you,” she said, “I am gone. I can turn you into the most dangerous fighter on the planet, better than Marie, better than me, better than anybody because you’ve got that fire inside you. But you sweetie, you’re gonna let that fire take you over and I haven’t been able to control mine, so I know damn sure I can’t help you control yours. And I know, as much of a little piece of shit I think Marie is, I know she brought you to me because she means well, because she thinks I can help you. That’s why I can’t train you myself; I’ll only make you hate even more. But I might know some people who can.”
I felt cold as I knelt with all the other students, males and females in the snows of Japan as a man, much older than he looked, and with perfect posture stood before us. Two women, one about 5’7” with long black hair who looked like Kim Kardashian and Jessica Alba had a child, and the other one with long blonde hair, an hourglass figure with very large breasts, a high waist, and a large butt who looked like a real life version of DC Comics hero, Black Canary, stood on either side of him.
“My name is Bushido, but you will call me Master,” he said, “I have trained many champions, Sage and Love here are just two; Sage’s older sister Rachel Apache is one you all know very well, but that is not important. Here, we are all equal; here, we are all one. Here, we do not only train the body; we train the mind; we train the soul. Here, we will teach you to control your anger, to release your anger, and to become one with what is around you and to accept truth as love and as wisdom. I cannot promise you that you will all make it through this process, because long after you leave this camp, the process will continue. It is a process called life, because here, we train you to live.”
I felt like I was going to become a jedi, but I was never happier to call someone else “master.” Thank you, Marie. I hope I don’t let you down.
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Jessika was enjoying another romp around the MU campus, meeting fans and signing autographs as she made her way back to Marie B’s suite. “Fuckin’ freezing in here,” she said, “That little runt better have gotten some beer in that refrigerator of else we’re gonna have the rematch I’ve been waiting almost five years to have with her little Canuck ass… whoa…”
Jessika found Victoria, completely naked, tied up on the bed with a ball in her mouth, and with a dildo on the side. A note was stapled to one of her breasts that read, “Compliments of MU.” Jessika picked up the dildo and looked down at her prey.
“You know, you’re gonna make a really good apprentice,” she said as Victoria’s eyes widened, “but first, I’m gonna have to break you in… hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!”
THE END?
