I think if given more time and not being so sick, I probably could've done better with this one, but I hope you guys like it and understand it.
Little Giant
“LET’S GO GIANTS!! LET’S GO GIANTS!!!” resonated throughout the new Giants Stadium and Marie was loving it. The 4’11” 92 lb Marie, with her blonde hair and blue eyes smiled and put her bare feet up on the chair in front of her watching her beloved New York Giants put a beat down on their red hot divisional rivals, the Philadelphia Eagles. Giants quarterback Eli Manning was looking more like Joe Montana as he was leading the Giants down the field again, already with a 24-10 lead.
“The Giants might make the playoffs after all,” Marie thought to herself, “Heck, we may win the whole division.”
Marie was pretty honest when it came to the Giants. Marie was approaching the end of her early twenties, but she was well aware of the Giants tendency to start off hot, winning games and dominating on the defensive side of the ball, only to choke near the end of the season and miss the playoffs or back into it and lose. Of course, there was an exception to this in 2008, where Marie herself said the Giants would collapse, and they did, but got it together long enough to go to the Super Bowl and defeat the undefeated New England Patriots in very dramatic fashion (it should be noted that many Boston fans believe that the Super Bowl was jinxed because American Idol winner Jordin Sparks, who is the daughter of former Giants cornerback Felipe Sparks, sung the National Anthem before the Super Bowl… Boston fans and their curses, tsk, tsk). Marie relived the drama of that last drive in her mind as Eli Manning completed another touchdown pass to tight end Kevin Boss and the Giants went up on the Eagles 31-10 with just a mere eight minutes and thirty seven seconds left in the game.
Never one to leave a game early, unless the Giants were losing, Marie loaded more celery, bleu cheese dip, and buffalo wings onto her plate, even spotting herself on the big screen and giving a wave to all her fellow Giants fans. After all, Marie was a celebrity in her own rite, the former two-time OPW World Champion and current OPW Television Champion with a squeaky clean marketable image and an ability to make people sympathetic to her cause and care about her, even when she’s obviously in the wrong (I would know, heh heh). Marie was a champion for the underdogs and those who were told they never could be anything. But there was something more about Marie that made her connection to the Giants deeper (this coming analogy can also be applied to the 1990s New York Knicks and the New Orleans Saints of any year)… Marie could fight the greatest fighters of all time, the Rachel Apaches, and Glory’s and Allison Paynes and Siena Blazes and hold her own, but Marie had been defeated by no name fighters, pop singers, and actresses. It wasn’t because she couldn’t win the fights or she underestimated her opposition; she just lost because she lost… and most of these opponents would humiliate her after the fight. But that only seemed to make her more appealing, not to mention, Marie was one of the wittiest people you could ever meet, and as young as she was, she had an appreciation for older music, like Billy Joel and Elton John, and she had a tendency to come off as a bit grandiloquent and use words that no one knew the meaning of (though she didn‘t intend to).
Amy was not amused with Marie. The brown skinned beauty was not enjoying this trip to Giants Stadium or the site of Marie celebrating from her suite. See, Amy was from Philadelphia and was a diehard Eagles fan; she was also training to be a professional boxer, despite coming from a pretty rich family. Amy stood at 5’5” and weighed roughly around 130 toned lbs, but she soft in certain areas. Amy was in the suite next to Marie’s and could look over at the little blonde from her balcony and see and hear Marie’s cell phone conversation with her twin sister Beth.
“The Jets ain’t got nothing on them Giants!!” Marie shouted, “We’ll see; it’ll be a Super Bowl special if your team with their foot sniffing coach and their mouthy players can get there, twin! Love the fetish; hate the team! Ha ha haaaa!! What? No, he does not! You‘re so silly, Beth!!”
Amy could hear Marie voice; the truth is, Marie wasn’t talking that loudly and there was enough room between suites where Amy could easily tune her out, but Amy was focusing on the little blonde’s voice and it was only making her angrier and angrier as she stewed in her white and green Michael Vick jersey. Amy knew who Marie was and she didn’t really like her that much because Marie walked into the fighting world and based on a chance meeting with Siena Blaze, she got in and is popular, while Amy’s parents blocked every other attempt she made to get into professional fighting… including cutting off her allowance, forcing her to get a job at a cell phone store to pay for her sessions at the gym. Amy’s parents were very, very snobby, and while Amy had a bit of that in her, she was truly a nice person… well, until someone said something about an issue she cared about, including her Philadelphia Eagles.
All of her relatives had left because the game was out of control and there didn’t seem like any way the Eagles could come back and win. Amy was alone with the cheering of the fans and Marie’s voice, which seemed to find her even as she sat on the toilet lid in the suite’s bathroom, trying to avoid what she was seeing on the field. Finally, Amy decided to go next door and pay Marie a visit. Amy knocked loudly, but slowly on the door and Marie opened it with a smile, wearing her blue customized Giants jersey with “MARIE B. IS” on the back where the name goes and #1 on the front and back with blue jeans. Marie looked up at Amy and cried “Unnnhhh!!!” as the Black girl’s right fist hit the little blonde between her eyes and sent her stumbling into the wall behind her. Amy stepped in a fired another right, this time an uppercut, to Marie’s semi-full stomach, forcing a loud “OOF!!” from the blonde as she doubled over. Marie was familiar with this attack; Samantha had done her the same thing when she showed up at Marie’s house a day after OPW Risky Business a few years back. Marie became so angry that she turned the tables on Samantha, beat her up, stripped her naked, and sent her rolling down the street in a wagon. Amy had seen the videos on youtube of Samantha’s ride, and was aware that Sam had started the fight with the exact two punches. But Amy grabbed Marie by her ears and rammed her head against the wall, then flung the little blonde into the opposing wall, Marie’s back hitting a painting of Giants great, Phil Simms, and knocking it down.
Amy pulled Marie up by her blonde hair and slid her across the long table, knocking over the cheese tray, the fruit tray, and the wing tray, but Marie stopped short of the punch bowl. Amy grabbed Marie and put her on her back with Marie’s face and body facing upward. Amy ran with the intention of slamming Marie through the small coffee table, but Marie slipped free, jumped onto the table, and backflipped off, but twisted into a dropkick, knocking the Black girl into table and Amy fell and landed on the couch. Marie had been in enough brawls to know that it’s unwise to start talking and trying to figure out what’s going on; she‘d done this in the past and gotten caught up in a conversation that led to her defeat. All she knew was that this girl came to kick her ass and with the new trend of fighters showing up on your doorstep trying to beat you up to make a name for themselves, Marie wasn’t going to take any chances. Marie dove into Amy, tackling her and wrapping her arms around the brown skinned girl and trying to wrestle her down onto the couch, but Amy brought her knees up against Marie’s stomach and rolled herself on top of the blonde, but Marie used Amy’s momentum to turn her and Amy fell off of Marie, landed on the coffee table and rolled to the floor.
Marie didn’t waste any time and jumped off of the couch, landing both her bare feet onto Amy’s back and forcing her down on the floor. Marie dropped her butt on Amy’s kidneys and looked to lock in a Boston Crab, but Amy threw her legs forward and tossed Marie off of her, however, the little blonde somersaulted and got to her feet just in time to duck Amy’s right cross and land a good left hook to the taller girl’s side, forcing out an “AH!” an uppercut under her chin that sends Amy up on her toes, a head butt to her solar plexus that makes Amy blow out an “OUGH!!” and back up. Marie was surprised that for a fit girl, Amy was soft in the middle, and the little blonde stepped forward with a left hook to her jaw that staggers her with an “Unnhhh!!” a right submarine punch to the Black girl’s stomach, just above her navel that doubles her over with an “OOH!!” then Marie stands straight up, causing her head to crash into Amy’s chin and Amy lets out an “UHHH!!” then, Marie gives the taller girl a sidekick to her stomach and Amy groans an “Uugghhh!!” and doubles over into a takedown that puts Marie in a mount position.
Marie is able pin Amy’s wrists down, but she looks forward and sees an Eagles tight end wearing number 87 running down the field with the football… touchdown Eagles. And that little hesitation is all Amy needs as she rolls herself hard to the side and back on top of Marie. Amy starts raining punches down on the little blonde, getting in at least five good shots to Marie’s face before Marie pulls the Black girl’s left arm and wraps her legs around the arm and Amy’s neck… classic triangle hold as Marie tightens her legs and tilts her head back towards the field as the Eagles have the ball and quarterback Michael Vick is scampering down the field for a 35 yard gain.
“How the hell did the Eagles get the ball back that fast?” Marie said, “They just scored and now, they‘re about to score again! We’re going to sleep out there; we’ve got to get it togethOOOWWW!!!!”
Marie’s legs loosened just long enough for Amy power forward and knee her in the crotch, then the Black girl grabbed Marie around her throat and began to choke her with both hands, banging Marie’s head against the carpeted floor.
“I can tell you why, you stupid mouthy little bitch,” Amy said with newfound fire in her eyes, “Because they’re choking! You can relate to that now, can’t you?!”
Marie felt herself passing out as Amy continued to choke her; once Marie’s body was limp and her eyes were open and vacant, Amy got off the little blonde and made her way to the glass opening to see what was going on. She jumped for joy as Vick scored a four yard touchdown run and the extra point was good… the Giants now only led 31-24 with 5:28 left.
“Excuse me,” Marie said, “I’m glad you’re enjoying the game… let me help you get closer to it!”
The little blonde caught Amy with two flying feet to her chest just as she turned around, sending the taller girl stumbling towards the balcony. Marie had learned how to play opossum before she learned how to fight, but having greater control over her breathing came in handy. Her twin sister helped her with this trick because Beth had worked as a covert government operative and really knew how to play dead. Before Beth was in Mexico wrestling with a mask on and losing more than she was winning, she was serving all over the world, doing acts of violence in defense of “freedom” that she refuses to talk about and that give her constant nightmares. While Marie took an interest in the fighting world because of her casual wrestling matches and this interest led to several coincidences that led to purposeful adventures that led to a blossoming, though inconsistent career, Beth hated violence and became a fighter to satisfy her urge to feel pain and to somehow exorcise her demons through action. Marie thought about her twin, but saw the look in Amy’s eyes and saw her clutching her chest with one hand and her stomach with the other; she was breathing heavily and Marie figured she could outlast the girl. She rushed in on Amy, but the Black girl sprang to life, tackling the shorter blonde and ramming her shoulder into Marie’s stomach, forcing out an “ULF!!” as Marie is speared back to the carpet, but hooks Amy’s head and drives the top of it down in a DDT and Amy lets out an “AHHH!!!” rolling on her back and holding her head.
“I’m gonna kick your ass, bitch!!” Amy said, but she was still down and holding her head
“Who sent you?” Marie said, still down too, but starting to get up
“What?” Amy said panting and sitting up, “I hate the Giants; I got the suite next door and I could hear you running your mouth and trashing my Eagles.”
“Do you know who I am, girl?” Marie retorted as she sat up and faced Amy, “What in the world makes you think you can beat me? I’m a professional fighter!”
Amy stood up, dusted herself off, and raised her fists, “Yeah,” she said as Marie stood up as well, “But you’re also a professional LOSER!”
Marie smiled at the taller girl’s comment and came forward, but when the little blonde threw a left hook, Amy sidestepped it and landed a left hook of her own to the point of Marie’s little chinny chin chin. Marie raised her arms and took a jab to her stomach, right above her penny sized round navel that forced her to purse her lips momentarily. Marie threw an overhand right, but Amy crosses her arms on a sort of diagonal angle, tucking her chin behind her left shoulder and her right fist and turning so that her left shoulder faces Marie. Marie’s punch catches Amy’s left shoulder and as Amy’s rolls that shoulder, she nails Marie with a right cross to her jaw and a left hook just below her ribs and another quick jab to her stomach, forcing a little “umph” sound from the little blonde as she looked at her taller foe and Amy circled to Marie‘s left, popping her with two right crosses to her jaw and temple and a left hook to her stomach that buckled her, before moving away. Marie had seen this defense before and knows it’s called the Philly Shell. She watched Nikky Smalls use it against Rachel Apache and Nikky gave Rachel her first loss (though it should be noted that Rachel had to lose 14 pounds on short notice as a stipulation for this fight and had a visible trail of blood running from her left arm from receiving an IV right before the fight, visibly dehydrated). She also watched Samantha use this defense and fighting style to defeat Kayla, but she hadn’t really experienced it that much in person.
“You caught me off guard earlier, Marie,” Amy said, “But I’m from Philly baby, and I’m a real boxer, annnnd I’m gonna knock you the fuck out.”
“How come I’ve never heard of you?” Marie responded and took a left hook right cross to either side of her head, then another quick jab to the stomach, exhaling and taking a step back.
“Because you’ve been too busy listening to your own hype,” Amy said, glancing passed Marie to the field, “And by the way, the Giants just punted, so UMMM!!!”
Marie gave the Black girl another hard sidekick to her stomach while her guard was down and rushed in, peppering Amy’s soft stomach and backing her up, forcing wide eyed “OOF’s” from the taller girl before glancing quickly to the field… the Eagles were on their own 12 yard line and had a long way to go and not that much time left. Marie was still very confident her Giants would win the game and she would win the fight. Marie had learned from her training with Siena Blaze that a girl her height needed to be going for the body as often as possible; her brief period training with Christina Munoz taught her how to bear down on her punches and throw hard shots from extremely short distances, and Marie got her head right under Amy’s chin and banged away at her stomach, her ribs… wherever she was open, Marie’s fists found the mark, sapping the energy from the Black girl as she started to lean over onto Marie, her shirt coming up and exposing her brown stomach and deep oblong navel as Marie‘s fists dominated the spot below it. Marie could sense that Amy might be done, so she wrapped her arms around the Black girl’s waist, spun her and took her down on her side, then started working her legs around Amy’s waist.
“Some boxer you are,” Marie said, “You got out punched and now, I’m going to show you why they call me the Queen of the Scissorholds… what the fuck?”
Marie looked at the field and saw Vick running again. She locked her legs around Amy’s waist and scooted them both to the glass, just in time to see Vick throw a touchdown pass to Eagles Wide Receiver Jeremy Maclin, with the extra point being good and the game now tied 31-31 with 1:18 left. Marie just couldn’t believe it as she fought to secure a choke around Amy’s neck; this was a collapse of epic proportions for her Giants, but there was still time left. Marie even began to think that Amy’s presence had perhaps jinxed the game for her team, but Marie’s next thought was that her front teeth might be missing because Amy threw her head back and slammed it into Marie’s mouth, hurting the short blonde and forcing herself out of the body scissors, turning around, yanking Marie to her feet with both hands and kneeing her to the stomach. Marie let out an “OOOUUUGGGHHH!!!” and crumbled to the floor and Amy began to kick Marie’s ribs; Marie rolled on her side in a fetal position, so Amy started kicking the little blonde’s kidneys; she got Marie with four hard kicks before she took time to catch her breath.
“This is going to make me famous!” Amy cried as she pulled out her cell phone and held it out so that it could capture her kicking Marie and Marie’s groans and moans. “My name is Amy Peterson and I’m from Philly, PA, and I’m kicking the shit out of Marie B. right now, world! I’m the next big thing in the fighting world!”
Amy stomped hard on Marie’s stomach, forcing an “OUGH!!!” from the little blonde as Marie rolled around, clutching her aching stomach and Amy turned and looked at the field to see that the Giants had the ball, but weren’t going anywhere. It looked as though the game would be going into overtime and Amy was so happy, not only for the Eagles comeback, but for her own apparent victory over a proven, albeit, inconsistent fighter. Marie was down and moaning like a starving cat as Amy watched the Giants prepare to punt the ball to the Eagles with only thirteen seconds left in the game. Amy watched with glee as Eagle receiver and extremely dangerous punter returner, Desean Jackson, dropped the punt, but picked it up quickly and with electric speed, ran passed the eleven Giants and headed for the end zone, even delaying his touchdown to make sure that when he scored, there was no time left on the clock.
“Oh FUCK!!!” Amy cried, jumping up and down, “WE WIN!!! WE FUCKING WIN!!!!! FUCK THE GIANTS!!!! PHILLY FOR LIFE, BABY!!!! WE WIN!!!!”
“No, you don’t!!” Marie said and Amy turned, but never saw the right cross that hit her jaw and sent her to dream land. When Amy woke up, she was back in the suite she rented, completely naked, tied to ceiling fan by her Eagles jersey and had “GIANTS ARE STILL #1” scribbled in red and blue marker on her brown and bruised stomach. Marie was nowhere to be found and while Amy ultimately was able to get free once the people who came to clean the suites arrived, she wasn’t freed immediately… you know how some of those New York Giants fans are… they aren’t exactly gracious in defeat. Amy put her clothes back on and angrily said, “You little bitch, Marie B.!!! I’m going to get you for this!!! And I’m not gonna wait ‘til next football season to do it either!!! Flyyyyyy Eaglesssss Flyyyyyy!!!”
The End?
