The success of the recent contest in the Arena, and the publicity elicited from an article in FCF Magazine, has caused interest to sky roocket in the venture. More fighters are are popping up, and others are being successfully recruited. For the businessman named Jeffery W. Restles, things couldn't be better. He is basking in the glow of the Arena's new found success, and the venture is growing beyond his control.
For the first time, the Arena is now accepting challenges between the fighters. Since the rebirth of the subject, the Arena has had a few successful encounters. But one fighter is locked deep in one woman's mind. Lillian, better know to her friends as "Lil," witnessed the fight that brought on the renewal. She watched as the blonde Misty took the Italian beauty Serena apart during their match. Now, Lil would argue that she would love to take on either Misty or Serena, but Misty is the one she thinks about the most. In her imagination, she has Misty in a brutal submission hold while the blonde screams for mercy. But in the dream, Lil has no mercy. She tortures the Southern beauty until she is as limp as a rag doll. Lil has this image so often during the day that she one day decided to visit Jeffery W. Restles to see if he could set something up.
Jeffery couldn't believe his eyes when the tall Latina from Los Angeles entered his office! He was unable to tear his eyes off the 5'7 142 lbs beauty (nor her 38DD chest, but Jeffery is a lascivious bastard ) even as she told him about her dream to dominate the woman who helped resurrect the Arena. He was so enamored with Lil...and her proposal...that he called Misty while Lil was still in his office.
Misty took the phone call while lying in bed that morning. A night of partying leaving her exhausted. She listened Jeffery's proposal, and her day began to brighten. For you see, Misty loves to fight. She really loves to fight women of contrast, and according to Jeffery, the contrasts are dynamic! When she hung up the phone, she jumped out of bed and began immediately preparing for a battle with Lil.
Of course, Jeffery couldn't believe his luck! It seems his golden idea keeps getting brighter and brighter! The Arena is growing beyond his control. And he plans to keep it growing even larger. What it needs is even more publicity. And that is where I step into the story. My name is Jonica Dejarlais, and I am a reported for FCF Magazine. I remember my first encounter in the Arena in vivid color. I also remember my visit to the dressing room in technicolor, but that is for another story. As it is, I have to admit I am excited to visit the Arena again, and even though I will never admit it, I am excited about seeing Jeffery...and Misty...again.
The night of the encounter arrives, and I think I am more nervous than the two women we will see battle tonight. Events in the Arena have become surreal since Misty fought Serena. I am wearing an evening gown, and I am being escorted by Jeffery, who is wearing a tuxedo. I feel like a 31 year old going to the prom. A prom where the Queen will be crowned while the runner-up lies unconscious at her feet.
The crowd is larger than the first time, and much to my surprise, waitresses deliver drinks to the audience. This is truly an upscale event. I look around the crowd and I identify a US Congressman, a handful of local politicians, and even one celebrity. The guest lists are starting to grow deeper into the mainstream, it seems.
After a short wait, Jeffery excuses himself and walks to the middle of the Arena. The crowd sits in a recess of seats and are surrounded by a large room covered with thick carpeting. The room is well lit by recessed lighting, and the temperature is controlled, although it seems it is kept a little too warm for my tastes. Jeffery then begins the introductions.
Up first is the Californian, Lil. I gasp when I see her for the first time. She is definitely a match for Serena in beauty, but she looks even more confident than the Italian beauty did. Her cherubic face is that of an angel...and a brawler. One look tells you she is a fighter. Dressed in blood red bra and panties, with black stockings covering her powerful legs. Her dark, naturally curly hair bouncing loosely on her shoulders as she parades around the Arena playing to the crowd, her face showing a confidence that immediately makes me worry about Misty.
However, Misty isn't intimidated easily.
She is announced as the "returning champion" and she enters like a Princess. The 5'5 110 lbs, blonde struts in wearing a similar outfit to the one she wore last time: a white top, denim cutoffs, her trademark black boots. Of course, when she peels those boots off her long, slender legs she hands them to me. We both blush when our eyes meet, but we smile warmly. Misty acts like her usual, confident self, but I can see in her eyes that the bigger Lil has her nervous. Misty has no lack of confidence, and I am certain she thinks she will win, but you would have to be blind to see the look of caution on her face. After a few minutes, Misty has stripped off her little outfit and is ready to do battle in a black thong. Her body slightly pink from warming up thoroughly. The tattoos on her shoulders, lower back, and tummy glowing brightly in the harshly lit room.
Across the room, Lil has removed her bra and stockings, and she now faces the smaller blonde in a miniscule red thong. It seems as if the crowd is holding it's collective breath while waiting for Jeffery to give the signal.
When it comes, Lil lets out a devilish little laugh and says, "It's playtime, honey." Her eyes never leave her blonde opponent.
"Fuck you, fatass bitch," Misty replies to Lil's taunt and the two women begin to circle each other. The smalle blonde keeping just far enough away from the bigger woman to stay out of her reach. Bare skin glowing in the harsh lighting, the crowd gasping with each step anticipating the first contact.
The crowd begins to settle in, the last bets placed moments before the first harsh words were exchanged. I am already shocked at the level of malevolence the two combatants are exuding. Their eyes have never locked before tonight, but it seems they are old enemies. I guess it's true when they say about how competitive the female of our species can be. Especially when the women are as beautiful as Lil and Misty. It's seems the starker the contrast, the worse we can be to each other. Take me for instance, my hackles raise when a taller blonde walks into the gym. I don't know why. I can't explain it. But that's the way it is. How many of you have been standing across the room with a woman when another one enters? Both vying to be the center of attention. When one spots the other, you can almost cut the tension with a knife. If they are close in beauty, then whatever sets them apart becomes the focus. In our case, there are obvious differences: Misty is blonde. Lil is brunette. The age old rivalry. Bigger versus smaller. Older vs younger. East Coast vs West Coast. Caucasian vs Latina. Hot blood vs cool calculation. Strength vs speed. This is the setting for the perfect storm. This decidedly isn't going to end well for one of these two.
CRACK!
My mind had drifted onto the differences and I momentarily forgot there was a fight about to start. And start it did!
The slap was so violent it nearly knocked the smaller Misty off her feet. Her head snaps hard to the left, and she staggers backwards in a splay of hair.
"Fuck! Bitch!" the blonde stammers as she tries to get her balance, but the larger woman is upon her quickly. Grabbing two hands of light hair, the larger woman jerks Misty's head toward the floor and makes her drop to one knee. Poor Misty! I think to myself, remembering our "interview" following her fight with Serena, but poor Misty is a fighter. Don't ever forget that. Serena won't anytime soon.
The quick combo of punches are nearly too fast to see...a blur of motion...a couple gasps...and Lil is backing off with Misty's hair still tangled in her fingers. Backpedaling to get away from the blonde, her knee lifts but misses its intended target...the side of her foe's head...but it rams into Misty's shoulder with a loud thud.
"Trailer park trash!" Lil hisses as she pushes the stunned blonde to the floor. I bite my lower lip as I incredulously watch the seemingly invincibly Misty tossed around like a rag doll to start this fight.
But even more incredulously, Lil doesn't press her advantage. She takes a couple steps back and begins taunting the blonde. "Get up and fight you cornpone cocksucker," she says with a smirk as Misty gets warily to her feet. The murderous look on her face telling me the blonde is far from finished.
Misty gets slowly to her feet. The wicked glint in her eyes makes me cring. She begins circling the larger woman, who, in turn, simply stays in one place tracking the smaller girl with her body. A light sheen of perspiration is showing on both women as the large room seems to get even warmer. Misty suddenly steps in and slaps Lil hard on the side of the head.
"Fat whore!"
Her southern accent makes the word sound more like a gardening tool, but the slap sounds like a slap. Lil's head snaps to the side, but her hand shoots out driving under the blonde's chin before she can follow the slap. Misty's head is pushed roughly back and she has to retreat before the larger woman gets too close to her. Lil isn't slow at all despite her size. She grabs at the blonde but grasps only air. Misty is a step or two quicker.
Bare feet shuffle across the carpeted floor then Misty ducks her shoulder and rams it into the larger Lil's belly. The powerful brunette simply braces her feet and takes the blow to the stomach. Her arms lift above her arms, her hands clench, then she hammers the smaller girl in the small of the back, knocking her to her knees.
"On your knees...just like the whore you are."
In stark contrast to Misty's deep Georgia accent, Lil has a mix of California valley and her Hispanic heritage. Her silky voice resonating through the room. Many in the audience nervously laugh at the trash talk, but sitting in my seat, I don't see this ending well for one of these women.
"Misty is tougher than she looks. Lil best be careful."
Speaking of accents, I turn to see who just whispered in my ear. Serena smiles and winks at me. "Wait and see, little one."
I smile in greeting at the Italian beauty then turn back to the fight. Misty is on her knees with her back arched in pain. Her cute face screwed into a tight grimace. But Lil might be just a little over-confident. She looks at the crowd again, instead of taking advantage of her downed opponent and she pays for it with a vicious shot to her crotch.
Lil isn't even looking at the blonde as she reaches for her hair, but her eyes fly open in shock when Misty's fist drives deep against her pubic bone. She gasps once then drops to her knees. Facing each other, both hurting bad, they lock up and push against each other. Lil would have a decided advantage here, but right now she's having a hard time catching her breath. Their breasts mushroom against each other as they strain and push. The muscles in their backs straining as they try to overpower one another.
"Trailer park trash!"
"Street whore!"
"Hillbilly bitch!"
What would otherwise be a tense moment is lightened by all the colorful trash talk. I tilt my head and smile at Jeffery. Looks like he has found another gem for his venture.
After a few minutes of trying to overpower one another, the bigger Lil appears to start taking control of the situation. Lunging into her foe, she pushes the smaller woman back onto her heels and then onto her but. A look of fiery determination on her face while a brief glint of vulnerability washes through Misty's eye. Lil shoves her bigger chest against the blonde's and she pushes her onto her back. I appears she is taking control.
Misty's feet slap the carpeted floor, and her legs open and close as if she is fighting to push out from under the bigger woman before being straddled, but like I've pointed out before, Misty is a first class warrior. Desperate times call for desperate measures. There are no rules in this forum. Misty's hands flash across the larger woman's face and suddenly a shrieking cry booms from one end of the room to the other. Lil releases the smaller woman and rolls to her side and scoots away from her, holding her eyes as she moves. The brutality of the eye claw causes many in the audience to gasp in shock, but they remain on the edge of their seats, none the less.
The Southern girl rolls onto her side, facing Lil, and lashes out with both feet catching the dark-haired beauty in the side. Lil gasps as the kick slams into her ribs and the wind is knocked from her. The force of the blow drops her onto her side. Breathing hard, but finally recovering from the terrifying bearhug, Misty gets onto her knees and charges her downed foe. The earlier glint of fear now replaced with a look of steely determination. As she closes in on Lil, who is still rubbing her eyes, she grabs a handful of dark hair in one hand then launches a hard right fist that hits the Latina beauty in the left ear. The stunned brunette drops onto her butt and desperately tries to pull away from her tormentor.
With Serena sitting behind me now smiling broadly, I can't help but remember the battle she had in this very same room with the blonde Misty. The brutality those two displayed is nothing like the sheer hatred Misty and Lil seem to have for each other. Even though they fought to a very bitter ending, it seemed they had a grudging respect for one another. There is nothing like that between the two now fighting. There is only venom and vitriol. I will never be able to understand what brought on such sudden...and instant...disdain between these two. As far as I know, they have never met. Maybe it's the age old rivalry between blonde's and brunettes. However, I don't think so. I think it has to do with their clashing cultures. Even though they live in the same country, they are worlds apart. I think the best way to describe it would be in terms of sports. A Pac 12 fan hates the Southeastern Conference and the feeling is mutual. They both play football...same 100 yard field and same funny shaped ball, but both claim their style of play is superior. Rivalries are born and out of rivalry comes passion. In passion, competition and hatred are born. It's the way of life in the American sports landscape. Yankees fans hate Dodgers fans. I really can't explain it better than that, except to point to two women who had never laid eyes on each other before tonight trying to conquer the other in the most primitive of contests.
Misty prepares to slam another devastating punch into the side of the fiery Latina's head when all of a sudden Lil's hands shoot upward as if in a protective gesture, but her fingers latch onto the blonde's breasts. Now it's Misty's turn to let out a blood curdling scream as Lil's fingernails dig into her and rake toward her nipples. Deep red trails appear where the brunette's claws sunk in. Angry and confused, Misty releases Lil's hair and begins slamming wild punches into her face and head, but the larger woman refuses to take her hands away. Instead, she twists and rakes, eliciting another frightening scream from her victim.
As brutal as Misty's fight with Serena happened to be, I have never seen anything like this! My own claws sink into Jeffery's thigh and I sense Serena's hands on my shoulders. Her fingers tightening involuntarily into me. It seems ever one watching is looking from something to hold onto as this fight is taking a most vicious turn.
Angry, deep, red scratches appear on Misty's breasts as the powerful Latina digs her nails in a rakes viciously. The blonde grimaces, then cries out in pain. Her fists slam over and over into the bigger woman's head, but they are so frantic that she really has no power behind them. After a few moments, she manages to pull away from her tormenter and scramble away from her.
"Fucking slut!" Misty's angry words spew venom and hatred which elicit a similar response from Lil.
"Trailer trash puta cxnt!"
Both combatants get to their feet and slowly circle one another. Neither trying to hide the contempt they have for each other, but each now respecting the damage the other can inflict. Misty suddenly lunges at the larger woman...it's obvious she is angry...and drives her right fist into Lil's left breast. The dark-skinned beauty stands her ground and returns the punch with such force that a blow to the chest literally knocks Misty's feet out from under her. She lands hard on her butt and grimaces again. But fortunately, she moves fast enough to evade a powerful kick that would have most likely knocked her unconscious.
It's obvious to anyone watching that blonde from Georgia is looking for a new tactic to try on the fiery woman from California. Her game plan isn't working now. The same tactics that worked with Serena aren't going to help her in this brutal fight. She pushes backwards with her feet to put distance between her and the fast approaching Lil. Lil's hands grab out her her rival's hair just as Misty's foot shoots up and drives deep into her foe's belly.
Air explodes from Lil's lungs as does another round of cursing and insults. She drops to her knees and a second kick hits her right in the chest, causing her breasts to flatten against her breast bone. Falling onto her butt, it is now time for Lil to retreat. Moving backwards, Lil rolls onto her belly and tries to stand, but Misty is already on her feet.
Closing in fast, the blonde hammers her shoulder into the bigger woman's back, making her fall onto her chest. Struggling to turn around, Lil is suddenly close to panic when she realizes she is on the defensive. She becomes even more frantic when Misty's fingers work their way inside the back of her thong and twist the fabric tightly. I've seen this done before, right here in this very arena. The last time, Misty yanked and pulled Serena's thong so hard the back strap broke leaving the statuesque Italian completely nude. It seems Misty is trying to relive that moment.
The back strap cuts deep into Lil's most intimate areas and she squirms around onto her side so she can take some shots at the blonde. Instead of punching, however, her fingers immediately go for the blonde's eyes. Similar to what Misty did to her earlier in the fight. Only this time, Lil drives her thumbs into those soft, beautiful eyes. Misty's reaction is immediate and fierce. She screams, releases Lil's thong and scoots away holding her eyes.
"You fucking cxnt!" Misty stammers. Her eyes filled with tears as she blinks hard trying to clear them. Lil gets to her feet, glaring at her temporarily blinded rival. Then she does something most everyone in the audience will never forget. She slowly removes her own thong and tosses it into the crowd. As a matter of fact, Jeffery catches it. Before I can see what he does with it, it disappears. I glare at him and silently boil in my seat. What the hell is that all about?
The now naked Lil stares at her rival. "Now we will settle this woman to woman. Or woman to worthless hillbilly tramp." The fire in her eyes raging as she begins stalking the blonde. By this time Misty has gotten to her feet. Still blinking in the harsh light, her vision obviously improved, but not improved to the point where she sees the brutal, slapping kick to her stomach. The top of Lil's foot slams into her tummy, doubling her over. Then the bigger woman is on her like lightning. Draping her right armpit and shoulder around Misty's throat and yanking her backwards, Lil drops to her knees and pulls her victim into a kneeling position in front of her. She then pushes down with her shoulder, applying a ton of pressure to her opponent's neck and head. The result is Misty's torso being painfully stretched while her neck muscles are stretched even farther. As someone who doesn't know much about wrestling, but I do know a few moves. This is sort of a combination abdominal stretch and dragon sleeper.
One thing I do know for an absolute certainty, though. It hurts like hell. I can tell that by the way Misty is whimpering and moaning.
Misty's body thrashes as she tries desperately to escape the hideous hold. Her whole body quivering as if she is looking for the strength she will need to withstand the pain being poured upon her. Lil, on the other hand, is all smiles. Her mouth is nearly touching her victim's ear, and it's obvious she is whispering something to the trapped blonde. With each word, Misty's body tenses and her struggling becomes more and more desperate.
I lower my head and stare at the boots Misty handed to me before the match started. She trusted me with one of her most prized possession, and then we shared a few moments that I can only describe as heavenly. Tonight, she entrusted me with the same boots, and I pray that she doesn't blame me for the outcome if it should not go her way....and it's not looking good for the home team. I truly feel for her, but she knew what she was getting into the moment she agreed to this. I hold my breath and cringe when she cries out in agony from the brutal hold she is trapped in. Lil is taking great pride in torturing the Southern beauty.
Lil keeps whispering to the trapped blonde, but it appears Misty's frantic wiggling and writhing is starting to wane. Her struggles seem to be growing weaker and weaker, and he will is being snapped right before our very eyes. Lil seems to sense this also. She leans into Misty's sweaty body and wrenches her shoulder to apply even more pressure to her trapped foe.
Just when it appears Misty is on the verge of submission or even passing out, she does something I doubt anyone in the room will ever forget. She begins to laugh. Her giggling echoes off the walls and resonates around the room. The infuriated Lil ramps up the pressure and is rewarded by a sharp gasp that cuts off the laugh, but then Misty starts in again. Her body literally shaking from muffled laughter. Only from our position, we can see her eyes. Her eyes aren't smiling. Then it occurs to me: she isn't insane. She is up to something. Lil moves to whisper in her snared victim's ear once again and it becomes immediately apparent what Misty's plan is. She must have anticipated more taunts from the larger Latina. Misty's free elbow suddenly slashes backwards and slams into the dark-skinned beauty's forehead with a loud "thunk!" Lil's head snaps back as if on hinges and she releases her opponent. As she falls backwards, Misty rolls away from her and up to all fours facing her tormentor. The stunned Lil is lying on her back with her knees drawn to her chest trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head.
It's obvious to anyone watching, Misty has taken a beating. Her movements are slower, her reactions are dimmer, and she is sweating profusely. But one has to remember that Misty is a warrior in the truest sense of the word. She won't give up. She will fight you until the bitter end. She lunges at the fallen brunette, grabs a handful of her hair and slams two quick open-palm punches into the middle of Lil's face. The blows stun the larger woman even more, but as she tries to shake them off, she takes a knee to the middle of her chest then a punch to the stomach. Misty rolls onto her back and pulls the wounded, naked warrior between her thighs. Locking a forearm around the Latina's throat and her thighs around her foe's sides...just under her ribcage, Misty begins extracting a harsh retribution for the punishment she has been forced to take. Lil's choked screams echo off the Arena's ceiling.
I don't realize it until I hear Jeffery grunt, but I am gripping his fingers so hard that he actually cries out in pain. I look at his face, down to his rapidly turning purple fingers, then back to his face before I realize what I am doing. I quickly release his hand and dig my nails into his thigh. The intensity of the scene before us deeply affecting everyone in the room.
As quickly as it began, Misty suddenly releases her opponent. She gets to her feet and stands behind her rival.
"You wanted a war, bitch? Well you've got one." She says in an even, smooth voice that sounds like something from The Exorcist. Her eyes turn as hard as stone as she slips her thong down her smooth thighs and over her feet. She tosses the garment over her shoulder into the crowd...and surprise, surprise...where Jeffery catches it. He stuffs it into his pocket before I can yank it away from him. Glowering at him with squinted eyes, he tries hard not to look at me.
The now naked blonde then goes back on the offensive. Before Lil can get to her feet, Misty uses her leg to swipe the bigger woman's feet from under her. Lil hits the floor with a thud and a cry, "You filthy, hillbilly cxnt!"
Misty continues stalking her prey like a lioness. Her nude body moving in a fluid motion on her bare feet. Her eyes locked on her rival.
Moving like a lioness stalking her prey, Misty watches as her fallen rival slowly gets to her knees. When she is on all fours, the blonde moves in and swipes another kick at Lil's ribs. the top of her bare foot slapping upon impact. Lil's squeals in pain and drops to her side and tries to roll away, but the quicker blonde is there to head her off once again. This time, Misty grabs two hands full of dark hair and yanks the larger woman backwards. Now on her butt, Lil strikes out at her tormentor with her fists. Neither punch lands, but it's enough to make Misty release the dark-haired woman and back off a few steps.
Anger is apparent on Lil's face as she gets to her knees. Tracking her opponent with her eyes as she finally stands. Wobbling slightly, the rough fight has taken a toll on both combatants. It's obvious the one with the most stamina will most likely emerge victorious.
They move around the room in an ever growing circle, slowly closing in on each other. The harsh lights of the Arena, coupled with the warmness and humidity in the room, has both women sweating profusely. Their bare skin twinkling with each step. Red hand marks have formed on both combatants' flesh, and their chests rise and fall from exertion. This battle has taken a lot out of both women.
The audience sits in rapt silence. Stunned by the viciousness of this encounter. It seems everyone knows the end is near, but no one is willing to bet how it will end. If you look in Misty's soft blue eyes, you see a stern determination that tells you she will win. But then you look into Lil's and you think this woman has the heart of champion. The match will be hers. All of this is speculation, though. Our imaginations will not allow us to come up with a probable scenario to determine the outcome.
Suddenly there is a cry that sounds more like a growl. We watch in fascination as Lil lunges at her blonde rival. Her hands raised...fingernails poised to sink into Misty's cheeks. But just as the perfectly honed talons touch creamy white flesh, two fists flash and Lil recoils from the devastating combination. A drop of blood trickles down her lip and fierce anger erupts behind her eyes. Her body crashes into Misty's and pushes the smaller girl back first against the wall. A darker fist comes underneath with an uppercut that would lift the blonde off it's feet if it connects. Fortunately for Misty, it doesn't. She twists her hips just in time and Lil's right hand slams into the wall with a sickening thud. A terrifying howl escapes her and she takes a couple steps backwards. Her injured hand cupped to her bosom. Like a shark to blood, however, Misty chases her hurt foe. With all the strength she can muster, the blonde braces herself and lashes out with a kick. Her foot slams in between the bigger woman's thighs. Lil's eyes fly open and her mouth opens in a noiseless "O." The brunette drops to her knees, her eyes still fiery and defiant, but it's obvious to everyone in the room she is hurt bad.
I turn my face to Jeffery, my eyes pleading with him to stop this before Lil gets hurt bad, but his eyes are locked on Lil's. I turn back to her and I find her looking at me. Her eyes boring deep into me as if to say, 'No way is this to be stopped. I will fight her to the end no matter what it brings.' I sit back and cringe as I see Misty moving in to finish off her injured victim.
Still on her knees massaging her aching crotch, Lil's eyes go from Jeffrey and me back to Misty. The blonde has moved to the fallen woman's side, still stalking her like prey.
When this match started, I never would have imagined it ending like this. As deep as my feelings for Misty are, I totally expected her to get thrashed by the larger, tougher looking Lil. But as the old adage goes, looks can be deceiving. In this case they certainly were. Maybe Lil is having a bad night. Maybe Misty was just tougher than her tonight. Or maybe Misty is at the top of her game. One thing is for sure, tonight...like when she met Serena in this same venue...is her night. The crowd realizes this, and they sit patiently waiting for Misty to deliver the coup-de-gras.
Lil has fought like a champion, though. This ending should take nothing away from her. She is a warrior in the truest sense of the word. She refuses to cry, her eyes lock on her tormentor as if to say, "okay, this is your night. Enjoy it while it lasts."
When the end comes, she never sees it. Misty stalks around behind the larger woman, braces herself, then delivers a vicious side kick straight into Lil's temple. The brunette's head snaps to the side as if on hinges, then she crumples to the carpet. Misty follows this by sliding her body against the dark skinned beauty's back, locking her forearm around her victim's throat then squeezing her windpipe closed. Of course this is overkill. Lil was unconscious before she hit the floor.
It takes a few moments, but Misty realizes the Latina is finished. She lets her go and rolls her onto her back, spread eagle on the floor. The only way we can tell she is still alive is by the rise and fall of her chest. The signal is give that the match is over when Misty places one bare foot on her rival's breasts. Her arms lifted above her head in a classic victory pose. I sigh in relief now that this brutal display is over. My only concern is whether or not Misty saw the look of doubt I had on my face when the match began. Will she ever talk to me again?
But it seems Misty isn't hardly finished with her foe.
Hate is a strong motivator. If left unreleased, hatred and venom can build up and poison the soul. Or so my mother used to tell me. Misty apparently isn't one to forgive and forget. She must have really taken offense at being called a "corn pone cocksucker."
The blonde takes her foot away and ends her victory pose, then to my shock and astonishment, she straddles her victim and sits on her head in a reverse facesit. The members of the audience hoot and howl their approval. All except for me. I actually feel regret..and a little envy...for Lil. My astonishment only grows as I watch Misty work herself into a lather grinding and riding. After a few awe filled minutes, Misty throws her head back, gasps sharply, then cries out.
Then she stands up and to leave the room. Her laser-like blue eyes lock in my and she simply says, "Let's go." Without a word, I squeeze Jeffery's hand and stand up, but Misty then says, "No, bring him to." We both quietly follow her to the dressing room.
The next morning, the only trace of Lil I can find is a note pinned to Misty's door. It's pretty obvious who it's meant for. Even though it's not addressed to anyone in particular:
Dear White Trash Hillbilly Whore,
I will humiliate you in ways you can only imagine then I will kill you for what you did tonight.
Sincerely,
Lil
I hand the note to Jeffery then leave to start the article for FCF Magazine.
The End
