Note: Part I can be found here:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,18526.0.htmlLuxurious - Part II
By H13
Luxana sat in the back booth of Holy Grounds and sipped her coffee, dark roast with sugar, no cream. She hadn’t taken any special precautions to hide herself; Chuck was out front having a mocha latte and an oat bran muffin, sitting on the patio in the warm sunlight of early Fall. He was perfectly able to run any interference that might be needed, but Luxana doubted it would be necessary.
Not this morning.
At eleven minutes after eleven, a tall woman in a long coat and wide brimmed hat slid into the converted church, she was wearing sunglasses and her hair was swept up. She looked around quickly before walking up to the counter and placing her order.
Luxana smiled inwardly. On the mornings when they were awake and able to, she, Rita and Aleeyah would meet in the old chapel that had been converted into a wonderful little coffee bar near the corner of fifth and forty-eighth, always at 11:11 (make a wish!). When she had passed her message along to Rita she knew the redhead would realize exactly what she meant.
The woman waited nervously at the counter, then relaxed as she got accustomed to her surroundings and received her drink. She turned and strode directly up to Luxana.
“So you wanna fuckin fight or what bitch?”
“I kick your ass red devil!”
Then they both broke out on giggles.
Luxana got up and they embraced for the first time in seven years.
“Oh Luxurious. What the fuck babe?” Rita said into her shoulder.
“I should be asking you the same, now sit, let us talk my dear sweet friend.”
Rita took the chair on the left side of the table and sat like a weary jungle cat.
“Oh Luxurious, I’m not very sweet and dear anymore. Not that I ever fuckin was. You just saw the fuckin good side of me. Always did. God I wish I could fuckin smoke in here. I fuckin need one. How…how the hell did you ever…”
“I have certain resources now Rita. I’ve been looking for you since I got back to New York. You, my friend, are hard person to track down.”
Rita smiled painfully. “Shoulda just looked in the fuckin gutter Luxurious. That’s about where they always said I’d fuckin end up anyway.”
“Silly girl, there are too many gutters in New York to search them all. Rita…what happened?”
“I should fuckin ask you the same, eh? Cept for you it seems you got the good end of the stick babe. I’ll wait for that though, you tell me everything later, ok? As for me,
Luxurious, well, after a while I just needed that rush more and more, and once those fuckers ran me out of modeling, I was fucked, y’know? It’s not like I was fuckin set to go work as a waitress or anything, and I had one fuckin nasty habit after another. Coke, booze, ecstasy, but then I started smoking the dragon, and Luxurious, I hit bottom hard. Well, at least I thought I did. How fuckin wrong I was…”
She sipped her coffee thoughtfully.
“Well…one night I was tryin to find some guy who would get me high, and this guy Jason started talkin me up. And this motherfucker was HOT Luxurious, fuckin stone fox. And he took me home and we got coked up as FUCK and had sex for like, a day. And it was so good. So good Luxurious that I dropped my fuckin guard. I let him take me.”
Her green eyes became those emerald pits Luxana had noticed before.
“And he pulled me the fuck down. I thought I was the only…I thought I was…oh fuck Luxy. So, he moved me into some flop house and before I knew it, I had traded coke for fucking heroin. Smoking it at first, then the needles, oxy’s…whatever he gave me. Before I knew it, I was the Empire State Building with a fuckin monkey the size of King Kong on my back. Then I got my dumb ass busted, so fucking stupid Luxurious, I was speedballing at some fuckin club, some bitch got smart with me, and you know where that goes. Well, Jason bailed me out, squashed it, and moved me into some other shithole place he owned, then he told me that if I was gonna cause him trouble like that, I had to fuckin do shit for him. He said if I fuckin wanted to fight, he had a place for me to fuckin fight. And so I fuckin started fighting, and taking more fuckin smack to kill the pain after I fought. Every day Luxurious, I hurt BAD. Every inch of me, until I take that fuckin shot. And so for the last five fuckin years I’ve fought, and fell into this fuckin hole. Down and down. I don’t even fuckin like fightin anymore Luxurious. I fight because I have no choice. To stop means I gotta kick, and Jason would throw my ass out in a fuckin heartbeat. So I just get angry, fuckin angry at myself, fuckin angry at this world, and I fuckin take my anger out on whatever bitch I gotta fight.”
Luxana saw tears were running down Rita’s cheeks. The thought of her hard as nails friend crying broke her heart.
“But Luxurious, I’m getting too old for this. My body, it’s starting to turn on me. Every day it gets fuckin worse. I beat the fuckin shit out of that slut the other night, the bitch never even fuckin touched me, and I still felt it the next day.”
Luxana reached out and took her friends hand.
“Do you want to stop Rita?”
Her green eyes glistened with moisture.
“Ye…yeah Luxurious. I want to stop. I need this to end before it fuckin ends me. Not that I’m fuckin worth saving.”
“Stop that nonsense.” Luxana said with some heat. “You are my friend and I will always love you. To me, you are more worth saving than anybody!”
She reached out and touched Rita’s hand.
“I cannot promise saving you Rita, but by my word I can try to help you.”
“But Luxurious, I mean it’s not like they’re just gonna let me walk the fuck out of this life. Fuckin Jason he sees me as some fuckin investment. Just like the rest of those girls, once they make a couple fights, they’re fuckin his. No life of their own anymore. He’s got bitches all over the city he keeps, some are doped up like me, some bitches just like to hurt people. But they’re all his, and he doesn’t like letting fuckin go. He doesn’t like fuckin losing.”
Luxana’s eyes grew hard.
“To fuck with him. I will beat him. I am Luxana, and this man cannot match me.”
Rita laughed and said “Where the fuck did THAT come from Luxurious. You’re damn sure not the scared, naïve kid I used to run with.”
“Oh Rita, let me tell you MY story for a moment…”
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“BUT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I REALLY FEEL, GET THE CAMERAS ROLLIN, GET THE ACTION GOIN” “What is this? I do not know this number, but that is New York extension…”
Luxana was sitting in the small café on the ground floor of the building where Inferwebz was headquartered, eating a salad and idly watching the people about their business on the Avenue in front of her. She had felt like a caged animal the last couple days. Her mind was vibrating like a struck tuning fork and she had been restless; barely sleeping and pacing at all hours of the night, often smoking. So not like her, but she realized both her mind and her body were wound up in anticipation. She knew something big was about to happen and when it all went down; hell was going to break loose.
She found this morning she could no longer just sit in her office and had taken a walk around the block in the slight nip of fall air. It had helped her feel a bit better, and she decided to have a spot of food before deciding to how to attack the rest of her day.
She had almost jumped out of her skin when the iPhone went off.
She looked at it as if it might bite as she considered the number.
“Well…let us get this show on the road and see where it takes us.”
She clicked the phone over.
“Good morning.”
The voice on the other line was both cheerful and hollow at the same time.
“Good Morning! Am I speaking to Mrs. Stratford?”
Luxana immediately went on full red alert.
“Yes, yes you are. Who is this?”
“Oh let’s cut the shit.” The man was conversational, offhand. “I’m not speaking to anybody Stratford. You are Luxana Conrad and I know exactly who you are.”
“And you…?”
“Jay. You probably know the last name.” the man said with a hint of a laugh.
“Yes, yes I imagine I do. So what can I do for you today?”
“Mrs. Conrad. I would very much like to speak to you regarding a…mutual acquaintance. I think between the two of us, we can put our heads together to resolve this
issue and move onwards with our business satisfied.”
“Yes, I do agree with you. So, what will it be, where do you wish to speak? I am imagining you do not want to do this over phone, no?”
“Ahh...no. Ok Mrs. Conrad. Take down this address. I will give you a moment to get a means.”
Luxana quickly produced a small pen and a small notepad. She still carried the tools of the 20th century just in case.
“Ok, I am ready.”
Mahlhausen rattled off an address in Queens.
“One of my many offices, but it will do for this. Mrs. Conrad, shall I count on you at, say 10 PM?”
“Yes. I shall be there.”
“Oh, and Mrs. Conrad. Come alone. I will guarantee your safety. I am, if nothing else, a man of my word. If I even get a scent of your husband or your hired xxxxxxx I’ll send the bitch off to somebody so far away you’ll never even get a whiff of her trail again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Purrfectly. It will be so. I will be there, and I will come alone.”
The phone clicked dead in her hands.
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The address led to the third story of a walkup above a pawn shop. Not the best part of Queens, but Luxana had been to worse.
She had kept her word, over Roger’s STRENUOUS objections, and come alone. But Luxana was no dummy; her second call after hanging up with Mahlhausen was to Chuck, to arrange some sort of indiscreet coverage for her. Not shockingly to Luxana, Chuck had family in Queens, and she knew among the kids idling around the corner at the next intersection North was Chuck’s nephew Rickey, and a block south, seemingly out of it on a stoop, was the hulking form of another nephew, DeWande.
“They good kids, you have any trouble find a way to make it known and those kids will tear that place to the ground for you.”
She sincerely hoped, and frankly doubted, it would come to that. But Luxana had learned the value of insurance policies.
When she rang the buzzer the intercom crackled: “Come on up, Mrs. Conrad. One of my associates will meet you at the door.”
As she reached the third floor landing, the buildings tone changed from typically dingy old New York mustiness to new and stylish. The nearly broken boards of the stairs were replaced by plush red carpet, leading to a door unmarked by age and disrepair.
“This is reminding me of leaving elevator to Vegas penthouse all those years ago” she sighed. Luxana was on full bore alert, she had seen the camera at the front door and she saw the one here above the lone door at the end of the hall.
She walked up and knocked.
The man who opened the door was more simian than human to her. Low sloping brow over hooded eyes, black hair slicked back and to the sides. He was massive, with long arms hanging below his waist and he grunted as he led her in.
“Turn aroun’, I need t’pat ya down.” He grunted in an approximation of English.
Luxana wasn’t shocked, and she let the man do what he needed to do, he was no more invasive then he had to be, and she was happy for that. A quick professional pat, and a look through her small purse. She had made sure not be complicated. She knew she was walking into the den of lions, no need to be antagonistic.
“Sorry ma’am boss says turn off your cell phone.”
She powered the cell down and showed it to him.
He said “Leave it here. Nobody gonna take it.”
She said “No, I will not, I must be trusting your boss, he must be trusting me, I will leave cell phone off but I will not let anybody have access to it.”
The goon shrugged and a voice came over the small intercom mounted above the door.
“It is OK, Daniel; I think this one is too smart to try anything funny here. Go ahead and lead her back to the office.”
Daniel led her back past several closed doors. The hallway was well appointed, but it had to her the same look as many places she had gone as a call girl where the client’s money didn’t make up for their lack of taste. The paintings to her looked amateurish and the accessories on the couple small knickknack tables were to her eyes barely above what a shopper would find at the thrift store. The gorilla made a right turn at the end of the hallway and said “Boss…”
“Yes Daniel, I am ready, lead Mrs. Conrad in.”
He showed her into the room and the door closed behind her, the gorilla stepping casually outside.
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“So, this is Luxana Romanova Conrad? Your reputation precedes you, your beauty was not understated, let’s see if your tenacity and intelligence are as I had heard as well.”
Mahlhausen’s office was spotless, antiseptic even. Luxana could tell the man didn’t spend much time here.
“He probably is having other places such as this all over city.” The walls were more or less blank, one small print that looked like it could have come straight out of a chain hotel was on each of them. In the center was a desk of intermediate value, graded by the normal accessories: small lamp, calendar, phone and a laptop computer.
(“I am wondering, where is AC adaptor?” She thought, and smiled inwardly)
“I have all this Mr. Mahlhausen. What I…”
“Call me Jason.”
“What I am lacking is the patience to sit here, posture and listen to bullshit. You wish to talk to me about Rita, I am thinking. Well, what is on your mind…Mr. Mahlhausen.”
He stood then and gestured Luxana to one of the two seats in front of his desk. She looked quickly at it and noted it seemed ok, no security risk at least. She noted Mahlhausen was shorter then she was, maybe 5’9” and was handsome in that slick bad-boy look that some females found irresistible. His unruly dark brown hair was swept/slicked back, falling a little past his collar. He was wearing a simple blue blazer and a blue oxford with the top two buttons open. Luxana half expected to see ugly gold chains around his neck, but he only wore a small gold cross on a fine gold chain. He waited until she sat and then hesitated
(“Using stature to prove dominance. Oh please, that is old trick.”)
and sat back down into his leather desk chair. He sat back and placed his feet on the desk, a man supremely at ease.
“Well, I indeed had not been made aware of your lack of social decorum Mrs. Conrad. Very well, yes, I brought you here tonight to discuss Miss Rita O’Leary. That is true.
See, Mrs. Conrad, Rita O’Leary is a woman near and dear to my heart. After all her…friends… abandoned her and she fell out of favor in New York, I helped her to get back on her feet again, gave her the fresh start she needed to get herself back together again. On the way, we…we fell in love.”
His eyes got cloudy for a moment, but Luxana didn’t believe a word. She also ignored his subtle jibe; the man knew nothing of her life.
“…but Mrs. Conrad, it’s been a tough few years. Miss O’Leary, as we both know, is prone to run to the arms of the white lady when times are tough. After a while, it wasn’t the same for both of us, and we went our separate ways, but we still maintained a relationship. I got her…work, you might say, and she in turn owes me for finding her that work, Mrs. Conrad. In fact, I make quite a pretty penny on Rita O’Leary Mrs. Conrad, and I’m not normally the kind of man who likes giving up his fucking money for no reason. Do I make myself clear?”
Luxana sniffed. “Mr. Mahlhausen, if you are making money an object…”
He dismissed her with a wave: “Yes Luxana Conrad, I know full well how deep your pockets are. 72 million in your own right, then include what you share with your husband and add in his own little piles across the world you’re talking about, ah…873 Million now. Very impressive Luxana. You’ve come a long way…baby.”
He smirked, fished a Camel out of the pack on his desk and lit up. He offered her one. “And may I offer you a drink? We may not be here long, but I’d be remiss as a host not to ask.”
“I just quit the smoking, and I do not need a drink. Now, Mr. Mahlhausen, am I to hear you do not like giving up the fucking money, but you will not be taking MY fucking money? Tell, me, what sense is that making?”
He leaned forward, suddenly serious. “Because you silly, jumped up whore; that bitch is my INVESTMENT. I put a lot of time into making her who and what she is today and I simply don’t feel like letting her go until I’m done with her. Frankly, it offends my fucking pride to think of just giving her up for mere money.”
Luxana cocked her head.
“But I do have another idea.”
She nodded, “Keep going.” (“Now, it gets to the interesting.”)
“I know where you came from Mrs. Conrad. A Vegas girl. You like a good gamble, do you not?”
“I’ve been known to roll the dice. Go on.”
“Well, I would like to make you a wager, Luxana. I am willing wager to let your friend Rita go, Walk free and clear away from me. No hard feelings, no regrets. All that has to happen is she win her next fight.”
“And…” Luxana took the bait.
“Well, I was thinking we could try something a little different. Make her next match a…tag team fight. Reunite a couple old friends.”
She raised her eyebrow at him.
“To cut to the chase Mrs. Conrad. Two Saturdays from now, you and Rita O’Leary can fight for her freedom against two fighters of my choice for my end. If you win she gets to…fly, fly away, little angel.” And he made a motion with both his hands, fingers mimicking birds. “But if you lose, you butt your fucking nose out of my business for good, or I’ll send Rita O’Leary so far away you wouldn’t be able to find her in your dreams. You aren’t the only one with money, bitch.”
“Who will I be fighting.”
“THAT is for me to know and you to find out.”
Luxana snorted derisively.
“I do not need to know. Rita and I will beat ANY two you put in the ring against us and you know it.” She sat back herself and pretended to study the paint over his right shoulder. “But tell me, why would I be trusting you? After we beat your sluts bloody, what’s to stopping your…” she gestured to the door “goons from stopping us on our way out the door?”
“Well, to quote Scarface, I only got two things in this world, my balls and my word, and I don’t break either one for nobody. Luxana, I am if nothing else a man of a certain honor. You might not think so, but it is true. Not to mention if I screw you over, you would bring more heat down on me than your junkie bitch friend is worth, and
fuck that. If you agree to my wager, I will honor it.”
Luxana narrowed her eyes and thought a moment.
(“What choice do I have, really. If I say no, he will have Rita in another country before dawn. I can win this fight, this I know, but…”)
“Very well Mahlhausen. You have your wish. I will be there two Saturdays from today. No funny stuff from me, no funny stuff from you.”
He held out his hand. “Shake on the deal.”
She hesitated, but gently took his hand. It was warm and firm.
He released her and said, “Oh, Mrs. Conrad, two things before you leave.”
“Yes, Mr. Mahlhausen?”
“One, do not try to contact Rita O’Leary. No coffee at Holy Grounds, no finding out where she lives, no phone calls, no nothing. I see everything I need to see, Mrs.
Conrad, and I’m not stupid. If you see her once, you never will again.”
Luxana nodded. “Fine, whatever, you are the gambler who is holding all the cards Mr. Mahlhausen.”
She turned to leave.
“Wait Mrs. Conrad. Secondly, tell the xxxxxxx on the corner to stop watching me now that you’ve left and forget this place existed.”
She sent him a look that would chill a glacier. “I will see you in two weeks.”
She turned and walked out the door. She didn’t wait for the goon to help her out.
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“Ok Luxy, you ready to go kick some ass tonight?”
“Roger, would you be disappointed if I told you I did not want to fight again after this?”
He looked deep into her eyes as the car sat at the red light.
“Luxana, you’ve given me everything I could ask for when you fight. You’ve put your body, your soul, your sanity into these, and we’ve made it through every one. I think once you and Rita beat these bitches down and you walk out of that ring, you’ve got nothing more to prove or gain. I wouldn’t mind at all if that was my last memory of you as a fighter.”
She put her hand behind his neck and drew him close.
“I will not disappoint you Roger. I fight tonight not even for myself; I fight for a friend who needs me.”
“More noble than fighting for my cock or a pile of money baby.”
“But I can do that too, can I not?”
“Absolutely. Any time you want.” And he put his hand in between her legs. She cooed as the limo pulled up to the decrepit warehouse.
Mahlhausen had called her two days previous (BABY YOU KNOW, MY LOVE FOR YOU IS REAL). He did not give her time to speak after answering the phone. He curtly gave her a time and told her to be wearing purple for her fight attire.
She had arranged for Chuck to be there as well, an insurance policy she knew Mahlhausen would well expect. He would be meeting them there and in fact as they pulled up, they saw his bulk sidling up to the corner.
“When this is done Roger, there will be no pile of money big enough for us to make love on, so can I be fucking you on the carpet?”
“Baby when you win tonight I’ll fuck you any and everywhere you like.”
“Let us go then, I have a friend to save tonight Roger.”
They exited the long black car and the driver took off.
“Damn girl, you look lovely.”
“She’s extra radiant before she fights isn’t she Chuck?”
“Roger my man, she looks like an angel from heaven who is ready to lay an asswhuppin on the devil himself.”
“Yes Chuck, that is pretty much having it right. Now, let us be going. Be ready for anything, oddly I am not trusting this Mahlhausen.” And she strode up to the door.
She looked at the ape manning the door.
“I am fighting here tonight. These men are with me, let me in.”
“Whats da name?”
“Romanova!”
Luxana had no inclination to drag the Conrad name directly in this, not with the profile she and Roger had, it was already enough to do this in somewhat public as it was.
The goon grunted and gave them the once over.
“Boss said to search you. Gimmie a minute to get somebody up here.” And he ducked inside. In less than a minute the door opened up and they were bid inside by a man who looked like he could play lineman for the Jets.
“Nothin personal, just doin my job.” He said as he patted down the men and Luxana.
“Let’s keep it impersonal. Move it along, I have fight to win.” Luxana shot back.
When it was ascertained they had nothing untoward on them, he led the trio down to the main room, where at the moment they were in between matches.
“My people must be sitting in front row or I do not fight.” Luxana said.
The goon nodded and led them to several open seats across from where they had sat previously. He gestured for Chuck and Roger to sit and then turned to Luxana.
“Boss said you fight after the next one. Come back and get dressed.”
“Very well.” She gave Chuck a quick hug and embraced Roger.
“Bring it home for us baby, this one last time.”
Her blue/grey eyes flashed and she said “Thanks Roger, I love you.”
The goon led her away to the back rooms.
Luxana was led towards the left side as she went behind the bleachers.
“Go in that door. Dressin rooms are in there.”
Luxana opened the door. There were several curtained off areas on each side on the room, about twelve total. She walked through them until she saw one with her name on it. As she walked she noted a girl getting dressed after her match, an Asian who had obviously won, since she certainly didn’t look worse for the wear. She glared at Luxana and said nothing. The only other activity was a soft pained groaning coming from one of the areas on the left. Luxana assumed it was a girl recovering from her battle but not in need of serious medical attention.
She pulled back the curtain and saw a stool and a small locker bolted to the wall for her to hang her clothes on. Apparently there was an honor system here where nobody stole each other’s wears.
Luxana doubted there was much honor here though. She had only brought clothing she could afford to leave behind if she had for some reason to leave in a rush: an old pair of jeans and a top that was easily replaced. She peeled off her clothing and quickly changed into her small dark purple bikini, liking the way it hugged her beautiful body and accentuated her best features. She was slowly pulling the second of her purple socks up her calf when the curtain was pulled back.
It was Mahlhausen.
“A pleasure to see you Mrs. Conrad. You look absolutely stunning. It will be amazing to be able to watch you in all your glory in the ring. I wish you the best of luck. Well, that isn’t really true, but at any rate, I figured I’d let you and your partner discuss strategy. You’ll be taking on Debbie and Marsha tonight, so you’re gonna need all the communication and luck you’re gonna get.” He fairly smirked at Luxana. “Rita! Please come back here!”
Luxana’s jaw dropped as Rita was led to the dressing room supported by two of Mahlhausen’s bouncers and deposited at her feet. She was dressed in her red bikini, but her eyes were black pits. She lolled on the dirty floor.
Luxana saw the fresh track marks on the inside of Rita’s arm.
“Lux…lux…ur…I’m…I’m…”
“Yes” Mahlhausen said, “It seems Miss O’Leary has fallen off the wagon at the”, and he chuckled to himself, “worst possible time. It happens, you know. So sad, the life of a junkie. Never know when you’re gonna need that fix.”
He prodded Rita with his Italian shoe. She lay on her side, her red hair all over the floor. She was shaking and pale.
Luxana’s eyes flashed hatred at Mahlhausen. She gritted her teeth.
“You are knowing you could not beat us, so you had to resort to” and she swept her hand towards her prostate friend “this? THIS? You play games with my friend’s life because you are afraid of us? You bastard!”
Mahlhausen laughed.
“You didn’t really think I wasn’t going to protect my investment Mrs. Conrad. I told you if you won I’d let you walk away, but I never did tell you I had no intention of letting you win.”
“I will not fight. Rita is in no condition to partner with me. She cannot even stand up.”
“I…I…fight…Lux…” and Rita trailed off, nodding.
“Oh if you don’t, you lose whore.” Mahlhausen laughed again. “Now, I will give you a sporting chance. If you choose not to have Miss O’Leary for a partner, you can fight my two fighters by yourself…” his eyes glinted “…or you can have another partner…of MY choosing.”
It was all Luxana could do to not leap off her stool and attack Mahlhausen right then. (“Mother to the fuck! I am tricked!”) But she knew it would do no good and wouldn’t get Rita back.
She looked back at Mahlhausen with all the self control she could manage. “Okay, we play it your way. What choice am I having? But Mahlhausen…” and she waited for his acknowledgement “...I will not be powerless to you. If I do not see Rita seated between my husband and our bodyguard. I do not get into that ring and I WILL not let this go after I leave here. I will take whomever you give me as a partner and I will win. You could put me in there with three of your best, and I will STILL win. You are fool Mr. Mahlhausen. I am strong, I am Ukraine, and I am fucking Luxana, and my cause it right and just. I WILL take my friend with me when I leave in victory!”
“Spare me the histrionics bitch. I’ll put your friend with your “comrades” it’s not like you’re going to get out of here with my men on the doors anyway and she’s just going to be sitting there puking on herself if she can even stay off the floor. You think you’re such tough shit, don’t you? The fucking Ultimate Warrior”, he snorted derisively, “well, slut, here’s your fucking partner, do your best!”
Mahlhausen nodded to his right and Luxana heard footsteps. She saw a man push a girl into view behind Mahlhausen.
“Luxana, this shall be your partner. I’m sure you remember her from your last visit. Meet Wendy.”
The young blonde girl shuffled into view. Her head was down looking at her feet, when she raised it to look at Luxana the brunette could see the look of a deer in the headlights in her blue eyes. Luxana had seen this girl take the most one sided vicious beating imaginable, against one of the women she would be fighting tonight.
Luxana knew she would be terrified and she knew Mahlhausen set this up to handcuff her. She had no doubt he had given Rita a shot of dope and then switched her for the one girl he figured would have NO chance to win.
“Leave us. I wish to speak to my partner before we fight. And again, if I do not see HER in that front row, you will have no fight. And Mahlhausen, I do not care what name you use, but you do not use my real name here when I am introduced. Now, begone.”
As Mahlhausen’s men lifted Rita from the floor, Luxana grabbed the redhead by the chin and looked into her eyes. Somewhere in those depthless, doped out pits, she knew she saw the spark of recognition.
“Hold on tight my friend; I will be there for you.”
“Oh, fuckin Luxurious, I’m fucked this time. It’s up to you babe, up to you.”They dragged Rita away between the two men and Mahlhausen shoved the little blonde, in her light blue bikini and socks, into the small dressing area.
“I’m SURE you two will have a plan.” He said sarcastically and walked away.
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Luxana studied the blonde girl.
(“If this one is old enough to buy alcohol in this country, I will be shocked”)
She offered her hand. “Hi, Wendy, I am Luxana.”
The girl took it with a hand that was shaking badly. “Hello Luxana.” She stammered.
“Why are you here Wendy? You are no warrior. I can see it in your face. You do not belong in this place.”
The blonde turned her face down; she couldn’t look Luxana in the eyes.
“I…I…” and then it all came tumbling out of the girl. She was from New Haven, and at the age of 18, fresh out of High School, she had gotten pregnant. She kept the child, but babydaddy was long gone, off to that land where babydaddies go after they spread their seed. Her parents were old blood who refused to have their half black granddaughter in their home, so Wendy had taken off for New York. Life had not treated her well the past two years, she had tried without success to find steady work despite being a bright enough young thing, and when she was approached by Mahlhausen, whom she had waited on in the greasy spoon she was working in downtown, she grabbed the only chance she thought she had to provide for her family.
“Stripping, hooking, getting beaten half to death, what difference does it make, really?” she sighed, and her eyes welled with tears.
“Ok, enough of that, we have no time for the crying my partner. I can hear from the crowd the match before us is ending. I do not know what to expect out there, but I can be handling a lot, please, just be trying to keep both of them off me at once, but try not to get yourself hurt. This is not your war.”
“Bu…bu…she HURT ME SO BAD LAST TIME, my poor pussy, it still hurts! I can’t do it again!”
Luxana grabbed the blonde by her shoulders. “You must be calm. I will not let her do that to you again, you have no choice but to be trusting me Wendy. Look into my eyes.”
And she locked eyes with the blonde.
She saw past the terror.
She saw a girl who had made it this far, alone, on her wits and her guts.
She was no warrior, but she was tougher then she gave herself credit for.
Luxana brought the blonde into her own gaze and wrapped her within her spirit.
Wendy calmed down visibly.
“Now, relax, and listen to me…”
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Roger did a double take as the two men half dragged, half carried, the redhead over to where he and Chuck sat.
“Boss says the lady sits with you, and so do we.”
Roger looked at Chuck and quickly raised an eyebrow. This was not part of the plan, not that they knew enough about what to expect to have a concrete plan as it was, but neither of them had accounted for Rita and Luxana not being in the ring together.
They had sat and watched as a striking black woman, who was apparently considered the champion dismantle and abuse an Italian girl with frosted hair. Roger hated to think he thought in an terms of race but the first word that jumped into his mind was “panther” as the woman, LaShwanna he thought her name was, or something close, moved with fluid grace and power, striking her opponent at will until the woman was bloody and staggered, then moving in close and destroying her body until the woman was left spread eagled on the mat, then she finished her foe with knee strikes to the crotch until the Italian woman passed out from the agony. It was brutal, systematic, destruction.
As the attendants roused the loser and carried her from the ring, her state much like the redhead who was brought over to the two men, except Rita wasn’t covered in blood. The two goons cleared out a few more seats with just the glares of their eyes alone. Roger indicated he and Chuck wanted Rita in between the two of them, the gorillas could stay on the outside of the three of them.
As she slumped in the chair, Roger saw Chuck take most of Rita’s weight so Roger could be more focused on the upcoming fight. Her head lolled on her thin shoulders and her eyes looked at him, but went right through him.
He saw Mahlhausen standing by one of the gambling tables, he was smiling.
“Fucking set up”, he said so Chuck could hear. The big man nodded back, Roger swore Rita nodded as well, but he couldn’t really tell.
Then the lights went down.
The crowd went nuts as the emcee took up the mic on the side of the ring.
“FOR OUR FINAL MATCH TONIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU. THIS MATCH WILL BE A TWO ON TWO FIGHT TO THE FINISH. VICTORY ONLY WHEN BOTH MEMBERS OF ONE TEAM ARE KNOCKED OUT. NOW FIRST, IN THE BLUE CORNER, WITH A RECORD OF 0-1 WE HAVE WENDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
Roger’s jaw dropped as he saw the little blonde make her way down to the ring. He realized now what had happened, and why Mahlhausen was smiling. The girl climbed into the ring and looked around nervously. Roger knew she had to be scared shitless, the last time he had seen her in the ring she had nearly been ruined for life. She leaned back in her corner; Roger thought she was scanning the crowd for somebody, perhaps even him.
But he also knew his wife, and he still had no fear. If Wendy could somehow pick him out of the crowd, she would see his supreme confidence.
“AND HER PARTNER, MAKING HER FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE RING TONIGHT, IT IS MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE, SVETLANA!”
Roger had no idea if it was coincidence they used Luxana’s friend from home or not, but he smiled at it all the same.
Roger saw his wife come down the aisle; she looked as beautiful as he had ever seen her. Her brown hair hanging past her shoulders and onto the silken robe she was wearing. She walked confidently and leisurely; taking her time, her eyes forward and cold. Luxana climbed into the ring and her eyes immediately went to Roger, Rita and Chuck. She walked over to the ropes and nodded curtly at them. Acknowledging Mahlhausen had held up at least this end of the bargain and there would be a fight after all. She then walked back over to Wendy, looked the blonde in the eyes, and smiled.
Roger could see Wendy smile back.
“THEIR OPPONENTS, IN THE RED CORNER, FIRST LET ME INTRODUCE TO YOU,WITH A RECORD OF 9-0 THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL HERSELF, MARSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Roger picked out a tall woman walking down the aisle; her blonde hair was piled and styled like Farrah Fawcett in her Charlie’s Angels heyday, he could already see she was tanned and fit, with huge tits sticking almost out of her yellow robe. She bounced down to the ring, blowing kisses to the crowd, reveling in her sexiness. She slowly climbed into the ring, making a show of rubbing her pussy on the middle rope. As she made her way to her corner, she made a show of distain towards Luxana and Wendy, ending with an upturned middle finger and a pose with one hand on her hip. She smirked and began stretching in her corner.
“HER PARTNER TONIGHT, WITH A RECORD OF 17 WINS AND NO DEFEATS, SHE IS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP, YOU KNOW HER AND YOU LOVE HER, GIVE IT UP FOR THE DARK DESTROYER…DEBBBIEEEEE!”
Roger cringed. He had a feeling this would be happening. The Barbie Doll, he wasn’t worried about, but this woman was a merciless machine. She slowly walked down to the ring, basking in the crowd, the applause, the anticipation of another devastating victory. She had the look of a famished man at a buffet table on her face as she entered the ring, her curly brown hair still cut in her trademark short bob, just past her ears. She made a great show of ignoring Luxana and Wendy, as if they were beneath her. She sauntered to her corner and smirked at her partner.
“There’s no love lost there, that’s interesting.” Roger remarked to no one. He hoped it would give Luxana the edge she needed.
He watched as the ladies dropped their robes. They were all beautiful women, but he was still proud that his eyes went right to and appreciated the beauty of his wife the most. Her purple bikini and socks would have made him hard regardless, set off so well against the smooth porcelain of her skin, and to even outshine other beauties so well, his heart fairly burst for his gorgeous warrior.
Her partner still looked nervous, but her body was as fit as it could be considering it had just been destroyed a few weeks previous. She still wore her sky blue outfit well.
Their opponents couldn’t have been more different, Marsha had huge fake tits under her yellow bikini top that covered up her lack of definition in her abdominals, but her legs were long and fit and she had a wonderful ass. Her outfit left very little to the imagination and she made a show of bending over to make sure her socks were pulled up all the way, to the appreciation of the crowd. Debbie had no obvious standout features, but she was also solid as a rock with everything set well upon her frame. She had to look of somebody who was more interested in hurting her enemy than she was being a sex bomb and her black bikini and socks were functional rather than something the crowd would “ooh” and “ahh” over.
Wendy stood back in the corner, although there were no strict tag rules here, it appeared both teams nonverbally agreed they would start with one woman in the match from each. Debbie sneered and motioned for Marsha to start the match, as if this was all beneath her. Marsha said something back to the brunette that Roger couldn’t hear and started to get in her partner’s face over who would start, but then thought better of it and turned to face Luxana.
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“Stupid fucking bitches.”
Debbie Williams looked at the other women in the ring with her in utter contempt. The same blonde bimbo she had nearly murdered in her last match? Some fucking Russian novice? And her partner was no better, coddled by Mahlhausen because the crowd loved the Barbie Doll so much he couldn’t bear to see her destroyed by putting her in the ring with a real woman.
“Maybe after I beat those two to death, I’ll fuck her up for good measure.” She thought and smiled.
No way was she going to be the first in, there was no need until she could see what these novices did against Marsha. But the blonde thought she was going to be the star and stand and pose while Debbie did the hard work.
Fuck that.
Some women are just born to fight. From the cradle to the grave they like to beat up other women, men, whatever. Debbie was one of those women. In fact she and Janice Conrad would have had a lot to talk about in that regard. But while Debbie hated everybody, she had an almost sociopathic hatred of blondes.
All her life, whenever she was in any competition with a lighter haired girl, and how they loved to lord it over the brunette, their superiority, the fact that boys liked them better, she felt the need to not only win, but to dominate, to hurt. Those girls who got in her way, they got hurt. Be it face to face or when their back was turned, they all paid Debbie a price.
She had beaten dozens upon dozens of blonde bimbos and had never lost. Whenever she could, she would fuck the losers man right in front of her, it made her wet beyond belief to see one of those over privileged cxnts beaten and bloody at her feet. All the anger she had at life, for not being born as wealthy as the other families in her neighborhood, for her father leaving her family when she was six, to the men who used to touch her when she couldn’t say “no”, she took it all out on them.
It was, she supposed, only a matter of time before she found Jason Mahlhausen. He had provided her with the optimal outlet for her savagery and even indulged her by feeding her novice blondes for her to destroy and humiliate. From her first match, when she had destroyed some fucking bimbo named Melody, yet had been turned down for sex by the spineless twerp the bitch was with, to rubbing her pussy on Wendy’s beaten face, she reveled in her role. She didn’t care she wasn’t the champion, leave that to LaShawnna, who gave a shit about it, she was the baddest and meanest bitch in the house, and she loved to show it.
These two, Mahlhausen had wanted her to be extra violent with for double her regular winnings. Debbie would have done that anyway, hell, she would have done it for free. But she wasn’t opposed to more money.
She stood in her corner and smiled evilly as that stupid slut Marsha went after the clumsy looking brunette whore in purple.
