Last week I posted the very first fight Rowan Chance and I had 10 years ago kicking off a very wild and fun journey as rivals, lovers, and other complicated things. Well here is the rematch, complete with a special guest. This being the first time I interacted or talked with her, it was quite a hello. Not so much as a meet cute as a Surprise Mother Fucker. But it's been 10 years doing this thing with her too. So here we go.
Enjoy!
ANNOUNCER #1: Fans, tonight we have a tape of a match that occurred between Rowan Chance and the Red Enforcer. A warning for parents: It is violent and disturbing and involves outside interfearance from... well, we should just say that a surprise visitor had a devastating impact on this match.
ANNOUNCER #2: I haven't seen this tape yet, but I've heard about it, and I can't wait to see it!
ANNOUNCER #1: It was supposed to be an "I QUIT!" match, one of the most dangerous matches in wrestling. This match can only end if one of the participants says, "I QUIT."
ANNOUNCER #2: That's right! No pinfalls! No count outs! No disqualifications! The only way to win is to force your opponent to give up. And I've got a feeling the fan favorite, Rowan Chance, is going to be the one saying those words tonight!
ANNOUNCER #1: But something happened in the middle of the match and... well, maybe we should just go to the tape...
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RED ENFORCER
"Cumbersome" by Seven Mary Three blares out of the speakers as I pop
through the curtains. I've gone a little retro with my dress this
evening. I have my crimson mask, but I'm also wearing denim jeans and
black cowboy boots as well as a black shirt with "NO QUIT" emblazoned
on the front. I'm looking at taking care of serious business in this
I Quit match against my brand new rival. I start warming up my 5'11
185 lbs frame while I wait for her to appear as the crowd really boos
me.
ROWAN
I wait behind the curtain as my music flares up: "Fetish" by Joan
Jett. I've got on my black leather plants and tall leather boots that
go above the knee. My top is a black tank top with a red widow symbol
and I've got black taped hands. Under my left boot is a lot of tape
from the last time I fought Enforcer. I'm concentrating on hiding the
pain while I walk. I stretch my left leg and I can't quite get it high
over my head without wincing. I'll hide it. And he'll say, "I QUIT" a
thousand times before I let go of the hold. I step through the curtain
and the crowd erupts... no dancing. A steady, deliberate walk down to
the ring, always watching Red.
RED ENFORCER
10:02 am
I grin seeing you coming down the aisle in your black widow gear. You
look like you've come to fight. I do notice you not prancing around,
but I'm wondering if that's because you're being serious or because
you're still hurting from the damage I did to your knee. I'll find out
tonight as I'm planning on putting you through a lot of pain before
getting you to say the words that will end the match. I look over a
the ref who's there just holding a microphone and i shake my head.
"It's gonna get nasty tonight. Not for the faint of heart." I move to
your side of the ring as you get there and sit on the middle rope,
stretching out the top as well to give you room to enter. "Step into
my parlor, Rowan."
ROWAN
10:07 am
I step up to the apron and look at you holding
the rope for me. I glare at you for a moment, my dark eyes staring
daggers at your heart. Then, I walk up to the apron and step up to where you are holding the rope for me. I get close enough to go through, but then I try throwing my arms around your neck and falling down with my ass on the apron, pulling your throat over the top rope.
RED ENFORCER
10:13 am
"Guhhhhhh" My cocky attempt to get a jump on you failed and I fall
back to the mat, neck burning and breathing hampered. The ref goes
ahead and rings the bell to this no DQ affair and I get up on my
elbows trying to scoot back to the corner so I can pull myself up.
ROWAN
10:15 am
The crowd roars as my move catches you off guard. I slide under the
bottom rope like a serpent chasing a rat. Then, I pop up and run,
aiming a drop kick straight at your face, screaming like a banshee.
RED ENFORCER
10:17 am
"Shit!" I see you running at me and screaming wildly, looking to drop
kick me. I can't avoid the attack, but I do through my arms up to
absorb as much of the punishment as I can. My forearms throb as i
feel your booted feet slamming into them with a great amount of power.
After you land, I try to roll under the bottom rope just to catch my
breath.
ROWAN
10:20 am
"You want a fight, you sonofabitch?" I scream at you. "You've got
one!" While you writhe on the ground, trying to recover, I reach under
my tank top into my bra and pull a small container into my hands. I
quickly unscrew it, fill the thick, greasy stuff into my taped hand
and drop down to my knees, thrusting the "foreign substance" toward
your eyes.
RED ENFORCER
10:23 am
"GAHHHHHH" Whatever that liquid is, it burns. I grab my shirt and try
to wipe it from my eyes, writhing about under the bottom rope and
falling to the floor. I know I need to breathe and I feel the apron
beside me and I roll under the ring, all the while trying to get the
stuff out of my eyes. This being a time when wearing a mask is really
not helping and actually hurting. The crowd stops cheering as they
look puzzled as to where I went.
ROWAN
10:25 am
The ref chastises me as I throw the container away. He tells me this
is supposed to be a wrestling match and not a pier 6 brawl. I look at
him and shout, "DISQUALIFY ME!" The audience cheers. I follow where
you went, rolling out of the ring. I look around, not seeing you.
Then, I lift the apron, peering under the ring.
RED ENFORCER
10:28 am
Having taken off my mask under the ring to be able to wipe my eyes
away, I'm hyper sensitive to light showing because I know you'll want
to come after me. I see the apron lift and then you there and I take
the fire extinguisher I found and discharge the whole container at
your face. "Take that bitch!"
ROWAN
10:32 am
I see the fire extinguisher a little too late. I manage to get my
hands up, but the chemicals fly into my face, choking and blinding me.
I back up, keeping my hands up, feeling the announce desk against my
back. I can hear the announcers saying my name. In this moment, they
will be my eyes. I listen to their voices and wait to hear them
mention your name as I try to get my sight and my breath back.
RED ENFORCER
10:35 am
I get the gunk off my face as the extinguisher has given me a break. I
get my mask back on and grab a kendo stick as I slide out from under
the ring. I see you at the announce table and move in slowly. I don't
know how much of the extinguisher got you, but I'm not going to risk
charging in. I get close to you and do a wild, one-handed swing of
the kendo stick towards your head, but keep spinning and extend my leg
to alos try a hard leg sweep hoping that one of the two attacks will
land.
ROWAN
10:37 am
I hear the announcers yell about the kendo stick and I duck, feeling
it swing over my head, but the leg sweep catches me completely off
guard. I fall down hard to the mats outside the ring. I feel my ankle
sting as I land but I keep myself from reaching down to it. My vision
is starting to clear, and I see a large red/black blur in front of me.
I try kicking up, hoping my heel catches something vulnerable.
RED ENFORCER
10:42 am
I completely whiff on the stick but feel solid contact from the leg
sweep. I know you're down and i turn to move in on you and start
working you over when "Unfffff" your boot catches me flush in the abs
so unexpectedly I wasn't prepared at all. I fold over and prop myself
up with the stick. I take just a moment to try and get my air back as
I pull the stick up and then swing down with it, looking to slam it
hard into your leg as revenge for that last kick. Damn those boots of
yours hurt.
ROWAN
10:45 am
I see you buckle over from the kick, getting the last of my sight
back. I reach forward and grab your neck for a quick DDT on the floor,
my body already beginning to sweat. I begin to pull back, but I feel a
fast fire explode in my ankle. Then another. Even the hard boots I
wore aren't enough to completely protect my ankle. I scream but I do
not lose hold of the headlock. I try falling back, bringing you with
me, hoping to land that DDT on the floor.
RED ENFORCER
10:47 am
I hit something and I feel you tremble. I strike again and am rewarded
with a scream. I try for a third time, but then you fall back and I
come with you. I can't fight out of it and end up slamming headfirst
into the floor. I'm dazed and I can't get my bearings. THe crowd
noise sounds muffled and far away as I fight to stay conscious.
ROWAN
10:51 am
Your body falls next to mine, almost still. I've delivered a thousand
DDTs and know when I get the full effect. This one hit HARD. Almost
perfect. But my ankle screams at me. I stagger to my feet, using the
announce table to help me. I look at the kendo stick and a smile
spreads across my sweaty lips. I pick it up, then drop down on top of
you, my legs pinning your shoulders and the kendo stick across your
throat. The ref is there, trying to pull me back into the ring. "ASK
HIM!" I shout into the ref's face. "ASK HIM!!!" The ref looks down at
you and asks, "What do you say, Red?"
RED ENFORCER
10:54 am
I mostly say "Guuuhhhh" as I blink quickly and try to recover, not
breathing well as you have the choke on me solidly. I try to move my
arms, but you have them pinned to my sides against your legs. I am
able to mve my hands tho. While you and the ref are focused on my
head, I reach for your left ankle with my hand and then move to your
foot and start turning that foot the wrong way, knowing that even if I
pass out, you still won't win. Before I get started turning tho, I
look up at you and spit at your face to try and keep you focused on
anhing other than your foot till I can turn it.
ROWAN
10:58 am
You spit into my face and I push harder down on your throat. "Give
up!" I scream in your masked face. "GIVE UP!" But then, I feel you
grabbing at my ankle and I feel it turn the wrong way. I scream, but I
won't let go of the kendo stick. Everhing in my body tells me to
protect my ankle, but I won't let go. I push harder on your throat,
forcing a smile to my lips, my teeth gritting tight. "Give up, Red," I
say through my teeth. "Give up or I'll crush your throat."
RED ENFORCER
11:01 am
I just defiantly keep silent as you press down on me, my breathing
severely restricted now. I hang onto your foot knowing it's my last
chance and I keep turning it, feeling it moving even more the wrong
way and so mad at you now, I want to break the damn thing off. I keep
bending it and even grab your other foot, looking to damage that ankle
as well.
ROWAN
11:02 am
You give my ankle a decisive JERK and my body twists in pain. I lose
my grip on the stick and my weight shifts just a little, my eyes
shutting tight and my voice screaming in pain. I'm stunned for just a
moment...
RED ENFORCER
11:05 am
As the stick moves, I half gasp, half swallow as much air as I can. I
can feel you still astride me, but in a much more precarious position.
I pull my arm in to try and pin your hurt leg against my body as I
keep twisting that ankle, knowing it's a major weak spot. I work on
getting my other arm free from under you so I can really take
advantage of this moment.
As the stick moves, I half gasp, half swallow as much air as I can. I
can feel you still astride me, but in a much more precarious position.
I pull my arm in to try and pin your hurt leg against my body as I
keep twisting that ankle, knowing it's a major weak spot. I work on
getting my other arm free from under you so I can really take
advantage of this moment.
ROWAN
11:23 am
I scream again, reaching for my ankle this time. My weight shifts and
your arm gets free. I've still go the kendo stick in my hand. I raise
it up with one hand and bring it down hard, aiming at your head.
RED ENFORCER
11:26 am
I keep focused on your ankle and turning it and that breathing thing.
I love hearing you scream and celebrate inside when I get my arm free.
My hand goes to my throat rubbing when suddenly I see stars. The
kendo stick strikes home and I didn't even see it coming. My grip on
your ankle slackens as I deal with a possible concussion.
PURPLE VIXEN
11:27 am
As the kendo stick goes up and down and clonks Red in the mask, I
figure that's just about exactly too far enough! I couldn't get a
front row seat like MOST wrestlers who are planning to jump in seem
to, so I have to clamber over three rows in my oversized SES hoodie
before I jump the railing, just barely avoiding a security guard as I
shove the timekeeper off his chair and snatch it up, shutting it in
one fluid clang that would PROBABLY serve as a warning if you two
weren't tangled up like alley cats. Stepping around the announcer
table and faintly hearing their cries of surprise and/or outrage, I
swing the chair two handed like Sammy Sosa and aim to CRACK it across
the narrow of Rowan's lovely lower back, right where I felt her crack
in the Dollbreaker.
ROWAN
11:30 am
The chair hits me solid and I arch my back, my breasts stretching
against the thin fabric of my black tank top. My hand drops the kendo
stick and it falls beside Red. The pain reaches into me with its dark
red fingers and squeezes on my muscles. I don't even scream, just arch
my head back, my dark braid falling down, as I fall to the side, my
arms tight and my fingers curled up. I'm lying beside Red, unable to
do anhing, not knowing who attacked me or why.
RED ENFORCER
11:33 am
I feel your weight move off of me and I feel you beside me. I'm not
sure what happened but I'm glad for it. I take a moment to get my
hands to my head to get the pounding to stop and I sit up looking
around and seeing you lying in obvious pain. I press my hands into
your side and push off of you to get to my feet, wobbly feet, but
still the arena stops swirling around so much as I get steadier
PURPLE VIXEN
11:37 am
"You're not following up, Mask?" I smirk, throwing my hood back so my
purple hair falls free in a cascade aroudn my shoulders, black lips
curved in a mocking grin as the crowd roars - unlike the other
federation where I'm a beloved merch-moving fan favorite and Rowan is
a twisted dark witch, here I'M the outsider, and I've just laid out
the heroic girl fighting through an injury as the announcers go nuts
at their desk. I move to where Rowan lays kicked over by the masked
man, and I drop to my knees behind her, wrapping my left hand in her
braid as my right hand slides up to caress her thighs. "Hi there,
gorgeous," I hiss, black lips caressing her ear as I set my knees in
tight, trying to lay the Widow on her left hip - and then I yank her
lithe body back in both hands aiming to bend her across my knees as I roll to my back and try to lift her up on my folded legs in the brutal Bow and Arrow Backbreaker I love so much, rocking my hips lasciviously as I haul back at her
braid and thighs, arching her up like an offering for the masked man.
ROWAN
11:42 am
I hear your voice in my ear and my whole body trembles under your
grasp. You hear a soft sound from my lips, a sound that's equal parts
desire, fear and hatred. I roll up in the Bow and Arrow, and I feel
the pressure on my back and I remember what happened before. How you
pushed me beyond all my limits, defeated me, destroyed me. I have to
escape before Red gets his senses back. But my arms are locked in, my
legs are locked in. My ankle throbs with the pressure and my back
begins to sing in harmony. The ref tries to break the hold, and I know
he's my only chance of escaping. Red
RED ENFORCER
11:45 am
I see the ref trying to butt in and I take the discarded kendo stick.
I slam it hard into his skull yelling "NO DQ!" and then swing the
stick at the announcers, driving them back from the table in fear. I
hop onto the announce table and grin, my arms pointing up to the sky
and then I leap up into the air and extend my elbow out, aimed at your
perfectly taut belly. The whole time I'm in flight I watch your eyes,
knowing you can see me coming but can't stop me. Vixen has you trapped
and I'm coming, crashing my elbow and my weight down hard on your
vulnerable flesh.
PURPLE VIXEN
11:50 am
I roll Rowan up, my left hand first yanking her back by the braid and
then, once she's up and secured, locking around her jaw, sinking into
the nerves there, my glossy black leather fighting gloves and ebony
nails so dark against that soft skin. The smell of her sweat, the
sound of her moans -flaring me with heat as I roll my hips in my black
Daisy Dukes, my striped stockings riding along my creamy tattooed
thighs as I lift my hips, thrusting both knees deep into her back,
remembering how deliciously she broke over my shoulder. Craning my
head up, I see Red rise and throw his arms up and I laugh, a soft
cackle. "You're gonna fuckin' shatter, sweetness," I hiss for Rowan to
hear, caressing her cheek with a thumb and then THRUSTING up, trying
to arch her completely and brace for the impact...
ROWAN
11:56 am
The elbow falls on me and I watch it descend all the way from the sky,
like a lightning bolt. It smashes into my belly while Megan keeps my
back arched. The combination of weight and pressure is like nothing
I've ever felt before. I scream, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
The helplessness of being caught between two enemies enough to make my
whole body ache. The impact breaks the hold with all three of us
falling together. But I can't do a single thing. I'm trapped by my own
pain, my own desires. I try to fight through the fog of ecstatic
agony, trying to push myself back up. I have to protect myself... I
have to... oh, sweet Goddess this feels sooo good...
PURPLE VIXEN
12:03 pm
"HNNNH!" I groan, thrusting up my hips in a sensual burst as Red
crashes across Rowan's deliciously arched body. We all tumble to the
concrete, spilling over the mats, and the announcers reel around their
table, clutching their heads and shouting excitedly, mingling with the
protesting roar of the crowd as I sit up, hoodie falling open to show
off my ancient Quoth the Raven shirt. I glance around - with Red
still recovering and the ref fallen, nothing seems to be immediately
interfering with my desire to inflict pain and humiliation on my dark
rival. I move to wrap my fist in Rowan's braid, seeking to drag the
Widow up to her lovely boots, facing her with a panting breath, then
moving to twist beside her and bend forward, tattooed arm wrapping her
slender waist as I SNARL and seek to HAUL her up, parallel to the ground, twisting around and DROPPING to one knee and trying to HAMMER the widow across my stretched thigh with a swinging backbreaker to keep punishing that lovely flesh I know so well.
ROWAN
12:04 pm
RED ENFORCER
12:09 pm
I slowly get back up to my feet. Hitting your belly felt delicious,
but the concrete floor even with the mats has no give. I get up in
time to see Punky taking charge and grabbing you by your braided hair,
getting you up to your feet. I see you looking more worse for wear
than you should be, or is that some kind of pleasure i see tingling
across your sensual frame. I walk over to the time keeper and retrieve
the chair Puky used earlier on you, waiting to see what she does next
and wanting desperately for my turn again.
ROWAN
12:12 pm
Vixen pulls me up and twists me around, trying for her backbreaker. I
know exactly what will happen if she pulls off that move. The pain is
so intense, all I can do is act on instinct. I twist around in her
grip, use her arm for leverage, spin around her neck and try to drop
her down into the Widow's Kiss, the spinning DDT, onto the floor...
PURPLE VIXEN
12:15 pm
I haul Rowan up with arrogant glee shining in my eyes, intent on
punishing this girl's lovely body into a quivering mess with the help
of the masked man, sure that she's taken enough of a beating for this
to be a leisurely little excursion in criminal trespass as an
uncontracted athlete invading another federation - and then all that
is snatched clean out of my head as the bitch twists around and
leverages my arm to pull me forward, giving me just enough time to
shriek "NO!" as I'm spun around, swift enough that my heavy Docs leave
the mats and my body swings out gracefully as she drops back, PLANTING
me into the mats with the Widow's Kiss! The crowd ROARS over the
sickening THUD of my skull hammering the mats, hitting hard enough
that I snap up off the blow and end up on my knees my head craned back as I look quizzically at the stars above me before
my eyes cross and drool trickles from my black lips and I flop forward
onto my pierced tits, cheek smacking the mats as I lay facedown with
my leg twitching like D-Von Dudley.
RED ENFORCER
12:20 pm
I watch as somehow that damn Rowan finds the energy and the
wherewithall to pull off an amazing counter. I may not like that
slender, sexy woman, but I do respect her as a fighter. That being
said as she lies there on the mat after having just impaled my
erstwhile partner in crime into the floor and left her a quivering,
quaking mess, I take the chair and close in on her. I do my best to
try and avoid her notice as I come up near her legs. I grip the chair
by the legs and drive it downward, the edge pointed right at that left
ankle of hers, my intent very clear. I'm looking to do some permanent
damage to my foe to keep her from pulling off these amazing comebacks.
ROWAN
12:24 pm
I try to catch my breath after spiking that lovely purple haired head
through the floor, almost forgetting my real opponent in this match. I
turn just in time to see Enforcer thrust the chair down onto my ankle.
The pain roars up my leg, drowning out the crowd chanting my name. I
curl up, grasping my ankle with both hands, screaming out loud. And as
he pulls the chair up for another strike, I put my foot under the edge
of the chair and kick up, hoping my kick forces the chair up into the
bottom of his chin...
RED ENFORCER
12:29 pm
I feel the chiar strike home with a sadistic delight. Watching you
spasm and jerk up while screaming in pain brings a wicked smile to my
face. I pull the chair back, looking to repeat my successful blow when
I feel the chair shift as you put your foot under and you kick
upwards. The chair flies up towards my face, but I quickly push it
forward and let got, letting it clang off the announce table and
clatter near the oh-so brave announce team. I shake my head still
amazed that someone so petite could have so much fire and fight. But I
have to break you now so even though you disarmed me, i go on the
attack. My hands go to your braid and I jerk upwards, looking to haul
you up to your feet and push your head between my thighs. My eyes
cutting over towards that inviting announce table as I plot my next move.
PURPLE VIXEN
12:35 pm
"...." I mutter to the floor, showing off my famous wit and wisdom.
My skull rings like a gong as I slowly draw my hands up from my sides
where they were busy laying twitching for a long few moments, my eyes
opening almost painfully at the blaze of arena lights as I crane my
head up slowly, an echoing throb running down my neck as I plant my
fists in the mats and slowly work my way up to my knees, wavering
there. The sound of the chair. That's what woke me. I know chairs.
I love chairs. My eyes flutter a little as I try to work them out. I
crane my head to the side, purple hair falling over my cheek as I look
at Rowan and Red locked in their struggle - and I run my pierced
tongue over my lips, slowly jamming my fists and my Doc into the mats,
trying to work my way up...
RED ENFORCER
12:40 pm
I get Rowan up to a shaky stance, but she isn't unsupported for long.
I press her head between my thighs and squeeze, keeping her up on her
feet long enough for me to wrap my arms around her waist, I lock
wrists and squeeze and grunt, lifting my lithe opponent up into the
air and onto my shoulders. I notice more wetness in front of my face
than I expected, but just grin as I turn and line us up so that this
move will devastate the announce table. I get an extra grip on Rowan's
thighs, looking to lift her just that much higher and then trying to
slam her body down hard into the table, intent and splintering her
back as harshly as the table is going to be. (Ro)
ROWAN
12:44 pm
I feel myself lifted up high, arched over Red's head, my arms dangling
behind him. My mind lights up with red hot fire, wanting this so much.
To be manhandled, to be controlled, to be forced into pain. THIS pain.
My back begs me to stop it. My body twitches with desire. And as we
come closer to the announce desk, my will breaks through the clouds
and I wrap an arm around Red's neck. I kick up, trying to gain enough
torc. And, when we reach the table, I swing hard, trying to block the
powerbomb with another Widow's Bite, swinging DDT.
RED ENFORCER
12:52 pm
I get you up in an elevated position, my own version of the Last Ride,
confident that this will put you down. But I feel your arm wrapping
around my neck. Dammit! She's got me again. My hands move to grab
you at your waist when you swing, I try and pull my head back out of
your headlock. Surprisingly, I slide free easily, but then I realize
in my haste under the ring, I didn't secure my mask properly and it
stays in your grip when I pull free. Angered that I'm exposed, I pick
you up higher over my head and then bring you downwards, looking to
drive your petite form onto and then through the table.
ROWAN
12:56 pm
My body slams into the table and it crushes under me, your mask in my
hand. I feel the pain embrace me with talons and teeth and I'm
swollowed into a world of shadow and whispers. When I land, my back
arches again, my nipples erect and hard against the thin tank top. My
scream reaches the top bleachers, and my fans gasp with honest fear.
Then, my body falls limp, my legs and arms splayed at my sides, my
hair wet on my forehead, my lips gently parted, barely breathing. Your
mask dangles in my limp fingers.
PURPLE VIXEN
1:01 pm
I stagger to my feet at the sound of the crunching table, brushing the
heel of my hand into the cut opened up on my forehead - bitch split me
open with one move like I'm playing Smackdown on Legends difficulty -
and I move over with a little jelly in my knees, propping a bloodied
glove on Red's shoulder as Rowan lays in destruction, nipples
deliciously taut, splayed out so wonderfully. Splayed out - and not
by me. My eyes narrow darkly as I thrust a glove into my pocket and
then brush my hand over my dark lips. "Nice work," I growl, a little
thickly - and then I bite down on the rush of poison in my mouth,
sinking my bloodied fingers into Red's shoulder and looking to spin
the unmasked man around and snapping my head forawrd like a striking
cobra to SPRAY a blast of GREEN MIST aiming for his eyes as I snarl bloodily. She - was - MINE.
RED ENFORCER
1:06 pm
I look at the destruction I brought about and I smile. I hold a hand
over my face as best I can to hide from the fans, but they are all
watching and worrying about Rowan. I grin as i see her body laid out
oh so beautifully, arched and bent so sexily. Those nipples so
apparent through her shirt. I reach down for my mask, but pause as I
feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Punky looking at me, but
there's something in her eyes that's a bit off. "Nice work" she spits
out and then she blasts me with the green mist. My eyes burn again,
hands going to my face, screaming wildly as I'm blinded. I grab my
shirt with one hand trying to wipe and swing out with my other,
worried that Punky's going to do something else while I'm really in a
helpless state.
PURPLE VIXEN
1:11 pm
"SHE WAS MINE," I snarl throatily enough for the cameras to pick up on
it, my black lips stained a shining toxic green as I duck a swing of
Red's fist, catching his wrist neatly in my right fist. With a hiss,
I step straight into him with a twist, wrapping my left arm around his
waist as I hook his right arm around my neck, bending forward and
looking to slap my bloody right glove behind his knee and hook his leg
up high - flexing both my stockinged legs DEEP, I snarl as I try to
lift the bigger unmasked man up, my bared abs going tight as steel and
my purple hair whipping back as I aim to topple Red up and over my
shoulder, bringing his hooked leg up high and then kicking my feet out
as I aim to plant his head, neck and shoulders into the concrete with the leg hook backdrop driver I call the SKULLFUCK, seeking to
just lay him the fuck out on the concrete as the referee finally stirs
from his kendo-induced nap, blinking at the carnage he sees before him
- with a new and uncontracted ticket-holder attacking one paid
performer as the other contestant lays in the wreckage of the announce
table.
1:14 pm
Red (and possibly Angry Ref)
RED ENFORCER
1:18 pm
Still thrashing about blindly I feel someone grabbing me and then
hooking my leg from behind. I really don't know what's going on and I
can't stop it as i'm lifted up off of my feet and just smack my
shoulders, neck and the back of my head into the mat that just does
lip service to protecting anyone from the concrete floor underneath.
There's an explosion of light from behind my eyes and then my body
just crumples until finally my legs fall over onto the floor. I lie
there, the only motion is my breathing which is the only way the ref
and the crowd know I'm still alive from that brutal looking drop onto
my skull. The ref snaps out of it and calls for the bell seeing both
match participants out and he yells for backup to clear the Punky one
from ringside while Rowan and I get attended to.
PURPLE VIXEN
*idly drapes in the wreckage by Rowan and traces her glossy black nail over those excited nipples as she cuddles by the spread-eagled Widow* I think you would want to make yourself available, Virgil .... *I purr innocently, circling one peaked nipple and licking my lips idly*
*slithers her long stockinged thighs over Rowan's belly, and settles down firmly on her, teasing fingers under the straps of her tank top and starting to rollll them down her arms, inch by inch, looking over her shoulder with an innocent arch of her eyebrow and a grin on full black lips*
ROWAN
As Vixen threads her fingers under the straps of my tank top, my body reflexively responds. I reach up with my arms, grabbing your head. My legs reach up, one jutting under your throat. The other leg hooks it and I pull you into the Widow's Web! But as I do, my ankle objects, screaming at me to stop... the pressure too much... such pain... such sweet, sweet pain...
PURPLE VIXEN
I gasp as Rowan slithers to life, those long legs curling under me, one bracing into my soft white throat. "GNnnhghh .." I groan, my gasp choked off as the Widow's clever fingers lace behind my head, pulling me down into her Web. Settling on my knees, my breasts mounding against the backs of Rowan's thighs in my low-necked tee, I gurgle and gasp, my cheeks flaring red and my ass bobbing up and down in my shorts, clutching at her hips and her tankop, pawing at one bared breast as I feel her leg crushing my throat, my air rapidly fading as my black lips part hotly in bubbling silky gasps.
ROWAN
I arch my back, the pain screaming at me, driving me on. My shoulders completely lifted off the ground, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. I don't know who I have in the hold, but I keep pulling, keep tightening it. "Tap!" I scream, thinking I'm still in the "I QUIT!" match. "TAP!"
But before you can even respond, the refs and other officials break us up, throwing you aside and standing between you and me. My body shakes with pain and pleasure, coiled up in a fetal position, helpless. If only you could reach me...
