Angie39 vs Joanie
I've been in Angie's corner all along, through thick and thin, but this fight... this fight didn't seem right...
You see, I've been there for Angie as she battled against the fiercest competitors FCF had to offer and came out on top. Gale, Olga, Nancy are all great fighters in their own right, but they just couldn't seem to match the speed and strength of Angie.
Of course, I've been there to witness Angie take her fair share of beatings as well. Who could forget the one sided beating she endured at the hands of Heather? The brutal whipping at the hands of Sky? Or her vicious streetlight with Tonya that ended with Angie kissing the pavement? What about her more recent loss to the faster and stronger Farrah? Or perhaps what some consider her most embarrassing loss yet at the hands of the rookie,Valentina?
Still, even though it was virtually unbearable for me to watch Angie being beaten, sometimes badly, by these other girls I always felt like she had a good shot to win going into ever match.
However, as I started across the ring to get a look at her next opponent that pre fight 'feeling' just wasn't there. She had to have at least 60lbs or more on my little Angie. Instead of being excited for the fight to start I was overcome with feelings of anxiety and nervousness. I was scared for Angie, but I couldn't show it. I had to keep my cool...
It was time for Angie to enter the ring and she looked as sexy as ever. Her breasts were practically on the verge of bursting out of the sexy little black bra she was wearing, with black matching panties. I was virtually paralyzed by how sexy she looked, and thinking of how sexy she was going to look when her perfect breasts finally popped out of her bra. But now wasn't the time for that I had to make sure she was ready. I couldn't distract her or get in her head with all the other stuff running through my mind. It was too late to go back now, so I just had to give her the best advice I could and hope for the best.
"Angie?" I said.
"Yeah?" she said with that look in her eye. That looking of unfading confidence, it made me feel a little better and put me at ease...
"Stand up with her ok? She's much heavier than you, you're going to need to use your speed here. Don't let her get you in the corner, or on the mat or you're going to be in trouble, alright?"
She nodded in agreement. I could tell that's exactly what she was thinking by the smirk on her face as she looked at me. She knew how to fight.. I knew that too, but I needed to be sure...
"One more thing" I said
"Yes?" she said.
"Don't lose, ok?" I said as I winked at her, trying to seem as confident as she did.
I could see the grin slide across her face as she winked back jokingly and nodded with agreement.
"Don't worry, I won't" she said.
Those were the last words she utter before stepping into the ring. I went back to take my seat. Their would be no breaks or timeouts during this fight, so now she was all alone in there. I couldn't do anything more for her than watch and cheer from the sidelines. The rules were frustrating, normally I'd like to be more involved, but rules and rules and that's what they agreed to.
The fight starts and Angie is already looking very impressive. She dancing around out there like Ali, deftly dodging Joanie's strikes peppering her with a few jabs of her own. Nothing major, but a good start none the less. Angie looked like a true boxer/strike force champion out there. I could see Joanie was getting increasingly frustrated with ever missed punch, but I knew she wouldn't let the fight continue like that. I was wondering what she was going to do to adjust, but I didn't have to wait very long at all.
Angie threw another beautiful jab, but this time Joanie walked right through it absorbing the blow and charging at Angie who was caught off guard by Joanie's surprising speed. Joanie rammed into Angie, grabbing her and slamming her into the corner of the ring using her much larger body.
I winced in pain just watching as I heard Angie's audible groan from being slammed into the post.
"Cmon Ange, get out of the corner" I screamed
But she was stunned from the blow and Joanie wasted no time going to work on her. Angie covered her face instinctively after being rammed against the post, but that left her body open for punishment. Joanie capitalized quickly delivering absolutely brutal body blows to Angie's ribs and stomach. Joanie was so strong I could see Angie's entire body move with each body shot. Not only could I see the damage being done to Angie's ribs, but I could hear it as well. I could hear Angie struggle as she tried unsuccessfully to catch her breath, gasping for air, and then wincing in pain when she finally got it. She couldn't breath without intense pain, but she had no choice but to try if she wanted to stay conscious.
Joanie was relentless and merciless though. She didn't once stop to consider the plight that Angie had gotten herself into so quickly... Up against the corner, nowhere to go, so much pain virtually no air... it didn't matter she continued her vicious onslaught on Angie's rib cage delivering savage blow after blow to the wounded body of one of FCF's finest.
I'm standing on the sidelines out of my seat, screaming and pleading with Angie to get out of the corner, knowing my words are falling on deaf ears. It was getting hard to watch Angie take a beating like that.
Then the sound that change everything... a loud "Pop!"
I'm not sure who else hurt it, I did because I was standing right in front of the corner that Angie was beaten into, but even if they didn't hear it they couldn't have missed the shriek of pain that came next from Angie mouth. It was absolutely horrifying. I've never heard her scream in pain like that before in any of her fights. I knew instantly something was wrong, and when she dropped her guard on her head, to cover he badly beaten body while screaming like a banshee I put two and two together and realized Joanie had dislocated one of Angie ribs. Having had it happen to me before I knew the pain, and it was absolutely brutal.
As Angie clutched her badly beaten ribs, howling in pain, Joanie took the opportunity to move in for the kill. She threw a heavy punch combo at Angie's exposed face that consisted of a left, right, and an uppercut. I watched in horror as Angie's head snapped back and forth before the uppercut slammed into her face. That was the straw that broke the camels back as the blow buckled Angie's legs and sent her straight to the mat, face first.
At this point I was about ready to charge into the ring to tend to Angie, but to my surprise she wasn't out yet. I could hear her groaning as she started to try and get back up to her knees. Pausing a moment to spit out some blood and a tooth that was evidently knocked loose due to the punch combo.
Joanie noticed her opponent was still conscious and she wasted no time trying to finish off her downed foe. She ran over to Angie and kicked her in the stomach hard, causing her to flip over onto her back. The force from the kick had taken the wind out of Angie's lungs again and as she gasped for air she coughed up more blood onto the mat.
Joanie then promptly mounted Angie, first crushing Angie's pelvis with her huge size advantage as she ripped off Angie's black bra, exposing her beautiful breasts for all to see. Upon setting free Angie's assets Joanie entered what seemed like a frenzy, punching, scratching and clawing at Angie's perfect breasts. With each blow, and every claw Angie howled in pain, too weak to stop Joanie who had seemed to be overcome by a type of blood lust. Watching Angie try to breath in between her cries of pain was hard to watch, so much so that I swear I started to feel pain just from watching the event unfold. Big Momma didn't let up either, she didn't stop until ever inch of each of Angie's breasts were battered, cover in bruises, scratches, and deep gouges.
"Alight, you little skinny cxnt. I'm done playing with you. It's time to put you out for good" Joanie screamed as the mounted Angie's chest, crushing her already badly hurt ribs with her weight and making it each breath cause excruciating pain.
From this position Joanie pinned Angie's arms under her legs and then went to work on Angie's now defenseless face. Their was no special technique Joanie used, just pure brutality as she mercilessly pounded Angie's face.
"Cmon Ange, buck her off!" I screamed, but even I knew it was futile. This was the end. Angie is a tough girl, but no one could come back from a beating like this.
As Joanie continued to rain punches down on Angie's face you could tell Angie was beginning to fade. Her legs that were bucking and kicking wildly at the start of the pin had greatly slowed down. Joanie noticed this too, but she didn't want to win by just another boring KO. She thew a final punch directly to Angie nose, breaking it as blood splattered across the ring floor.
Joanie looked down at her beaten opponent. Joanie had made her breasts and absolute mess. They were scared, scratched and baldy bruised, but that was nothing compared to Angie's face. Busted lip, broken nose, and swollen eyes were the least of her problems. The intense bruising from Joanie's punching was already starting to show and her face was riddled with cuts, oozing blood everywhere. She truly looked like a bloody mess. I can't remember the last time I saw her like this, which is probably because she's never looked like this. I could barely recognize her as Angie.
Satisfied with her work, Joanie removed her bra, exposing her absolutely huge breasts and went down for the smoother to humiliate Angie even more. She wanted it to be a one sided fight with a one sided finish.
I watched in horror, feeling completely helpless as Joanie's huge breasts engulfed Angie's face, making it impossible for her to breath. I knew it wouldn't be long ....I look away as I can't bear to see my Angie suffer another defeat...
But then I hear a loud piercing scream, louder than anything I've heard all match. Surely, it couldn't be Angie, how could she scream as she was being suffocated by Joanie. I spin my head back around to look and all I can see is Joanie on the her back next to Angie groaning in pain and clutching her breasts. I look closer and discovered that Angie had bit Joanie, taking a chunk out of her huge breasts!
The pain seemed unbearable as Joanie continued to moan and roll around on her back, clutching her injured breasts.
This was great news for Angie, but I was still concerned. Could she really still get up and continue to fight after the brutal, one sided beating Joanie gave her? Or was she only delaying the inevitable with a momentary flash of defiance?
Joanie was now starting to compose herself and start to get up. I looked over at Angie and she was still lying flat on here back. A comeback would have been too good to be true I thought to myself, but suddenly Angie start to stir! She rolled over onto her stomach and was now attempting to push her badly wounded body up off the floor with her arms.
I was in complete shock. I could believe it. Trust me, I always knew Angie was tough, but this level of determination and courage was something I've never seen before. It was like something out of a Rocky movie, but much better because it was really happening!
Slowly, but surely, Angie managed to drag herself back to her hands and knees. I cheering her on with everything I had, still not believing what I was witnessing. I've never seen anyone take a beating like then and still be able to continue fighting.
"Cmon Ange, that a girl. You're not out of this yet. That's right, get up you can do it hun!" I screamed.
And get up she did! With a little help from the ring, but still she managed to get back up on here feet just about the time Joanie had finally stabilized herself and was standing up in the opposite corner. I was concerned, wondering if Angie still had any gas left in the tank, my fears quickly faded as I seen her hoping around on here feet. It was like she had gotten a second wind. She seemed overcome with adrenaline! Whatever the reason, I wasn't gonna question it. She actually looked fresher than Joanie who seemed tried from exhausting herself on Angie earlier and still hurt from the breast bite.
"Come Ange, she's done now. Go in for the kill she's too tired. She tired herself out, you got this!" I screamed.
She must have thought the same thing because instantly she sprung out of her corner to meet Joanie in the middle of the ring. She started with jabs, but soon was connecting with full on hard punches to Joanie's face and stomach, pushing her back into the corner. Joanie tried to counter punch, but she was so exhausted from earlier than Angie was easily able to dodge her punches and attempts to grapple. Before, long Angie had pushed Joanie back into her corner and it seemed like the match had been completely turned around! Now it was Joanie who was in trouble as my brave and courageous Angie was able to weather the storm and fight back.
Angie was absolutely pummeling Joanie up against the ropes and it seemed as if her victory was a sure thing. However, Joanie was a big girl and it wasn't easy to put her down, Angie was inflicting a ton of hurt, but Joanie didn't have a glass jaw by any means and was perfectly capable of handling her fair share of punishment from Angie. After a few minutes of punching Angie's sudden burst of adrenaline seemed to be fading. Her punches were slower and you could visibly notice their was less power behind them. They clearly were hurting Joanie as badly as they were before, despite Angie striking with all they had. Angie's movements had almost become telegraphed and Joanie was now easily able to dodge Angie's punches.
Finally, choosing to eat Angie's right cross to the face, knowing she was too weak to do much damage, Joanie made her move. She charged at Angie and grabbed her with all her strength that remained, lifting her off the mat in the center of the ring.
Angie was completely bound as her arms were trapped alongside her body. At first I wasn't sure what Joanie was doing, but now I realized it as the dreaded bear hug. It was the perfect move to use against someone who had already been softened up like Angie, especially with her damage ribcage.
As Big Momma gripped tighter and tighter I could hear Angie scream out in agony and protest. I could tell she was trying to break free with every ounce of strength that remain because of how she was struggling, but it was no use. Joanie was just too big and too strong for Ange in this position. Here she was able to use all her extra weight and strength to her advantage as she squeezed the weakened Angie tighter and tighter.
Eventually, the struggling started to subside. Each kick of the legs, wriggle of the head and the body got noticeably weaker. The cries of pain were getting softer as well due to the lack of oxygen that was available for Angie. She was having all the air squeezed out of her lungs, and now all that could be heard was faint whimpering and moaning noises.
As the life was being squeezed out of her Angie eyes made contact with mine in the crowd. I could tell she knew that the inevitable was coming. She had fought valiantly, but Joanie was just too big and strong and had proven herself as the better women here tonight.
Still, despite knowing it was over, Angie wouldn't tap. She had too much pride for that. As her eyes contacted mine for one final time I seen a tears begin to well up in her swollen eyes and stream down her badly beaten face. The look said it all. She was ashamed and embarrassed. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She was too weak and didn't have the air. Still though, I was able to make out her mouth movements. She mouthed the words "I'm sorry" as she starred directly into my eyes before she ran out of air and went completely limp in Joanie's arms.
You have nothing to be sorry about I thought to myself... that was the most gutsy performance I had ever seen. To even take the fight against the much larger girl in the first place, and then continuing to fight on when things got that bad....
As Angie went limp, Joanie felt it happen and knew she had won. She then released the defeated Angie from her arms, letting her crash down onto the ring floor in a bloody heap. She took a moment to pose over her defeated opponent for pictures, ensuring that she would have a trophy of her victory over one of FCF's most feared opponents.
I rushed into the ring as soon as I was allowed and immediately made my way over to Angie. She had started to regain consciousness, but was still pretty out of it. That's fine, it's better that she not be aware of what's going on right now.
I bent down and picked her badly injured body up off the mat and began to carry her to the back so I could better tend to her wounds. As we made our way to the back she looked up at me, looking me straight in the eyes and said in what was barely a whisper "I'm so sorry..."
I cut here off right there.
"Don't ever say that. Don't ever apologize for giving it all you have and fighting with everything got. You hear me?" I said sternly.
Angie nodded faintly as we headed off to the locker room to get her fixed up...
THE END
