[LilMishyRocks]

Seriously, could you ever think we would let February 5---WORLD NUTELLA DAY--- simply pass by without a tribute??  Below, Ewa and I pay homage to the food sent from the gods....

evasonet: “And here!! Is the great Galley!!” The over-zealously cheerful tour guide, says with a smile, waving her fat arms dramatically in the air, as we enter the large room; “Here is where our teams of experts check the Hazelnuts that will luck out to become part of our secret recipe of goodiness!! Uheee-Hee-hee!!” Her chubby face parts in a really creepy laughter, that I don’t even know what it was about!! “Wooooooowwwwww!!!” Two fat kids, obviously twins, who are perfectly round in shape, and who yet have to discover that for them, a barrel-roll might be a faster mode of transportation than walking, rush forwards to the railings to grab it and look down at the workers picking the hazelnuts and separating them.
1:49:47 PM  

evasonet: “The hazelnuts come from the Piedmont countryside in Italy. Grown side by side with Nebbiolo grape vines, that are of course known to be the source of Italy’s famous Barolo wines, are imported daily, to ensure their freshness!” I roll my eyes beneath my huge shades that swallow the upper half of my face, my right hand going up to shift the ultra-silky golden hair of the wig sitting atop of my head.
1:49:50 PM  

evasonet: A disguise mostly needed, as one of the fat fuck twins runs to a wall, with a poster mounted on it, with a very familiar face. Mine. A mug shot, of me not really looking at my best, holding a number. The halo’s around my eyes showing the effects of lack of sleep, and raising a sausage finger poking at my face (poster, not real, or he would have lost it!) he asks; “Who’s thaaaatt?”
1:52:44 PM  

evasonet: “Oh, that is a very, very bad woman!!” The tour-guide says, putting her hands halfway down those trunks she calls legs, where about knees would normally appear on a normal person; her voice going down in a hush, fake scary face; “… we call her around here, the Nutty-witch!!” – “WOooooaaahhh!!!” The two fat maws widen in perfect O’s, while the tour guide starts to go on telling my ‘legend’; “… She grew up in a land, far away, where the Hazelnut trees could not grow, and she could never ever have our secret magic recipe. And that’s why, she vowed to grow up, and make sure no one else ever would have it!”
1:56:59 PM  

evasonet: Oh fuck no!!! A criminal?? Sure….. A fucking terrorist??? Yeah, why not… But a nut-hating WITCH?? They are taking it too far this time, too far!!! My teeth grind so hard, my hands curling into fists, turning almost white, clicking sounds coming from my jaw. “And what happened to the witch, is she still out there??” – “Oh noooo, the brave knights of Ferrero conjured a restraining spell of order, and faced off with the witch and her minions in battle, and made sure she can never raise her wans or spew her venom ever again against the good people of the Nutella kingdom!!” – “YAAAYYY!!!!” The two fat fucks turn to each other raising their hands to high-five, but instead their fat bellies bump, and they bounce off.

evasonet: The fat guide turns and walks to the next section of the factory, of course, pausing in the ‘Gift Shop’, while my eyes just bored holes into her back through my shades. If only I could shoot fucking lasers!!! Yeah I fucking remember the ‘holy battle’, or my last rally. Where I tried my best to educate the masses and put an end to this fucking scourge that is turning kids obese and dumb. I was pretty popular with the hippies, the 99 percenters, and occupy wall-streeters!! Anyone who yelled out; “Fucking corporations man!! “!! I mean, what else is it?? Ferrero turning kids obese, just to feed into the fucking medical industry, so that more big-wigs laugh while counting their money. What else would it be??
2:03:47 PM
  
evasonet: But last time didn’t really work out that well, when the ‘Knights in black suits’ rolled out of their limo’s, surrounded by police escort, ordering us to dissipate and, walking up to me with an arrest warrant. Good thing I have my pepper spray handy, and wellllll I might have kicked a cop in the sack before dashing off, and now, I’m on the run. But not for long. Not for fucking long!! My face is all over the TV and internet, with a fat reward for my arrest. $200,000 is a bit too high for kicking a cop in the nuts, don’t you think?? I guess not if they were fucking corporate HAZEL-nuts!!
2:06:59 PM  

evasonet: My fingers squeezed the strap of my backpack, and I turned around, while everyone rushed to buy their signature mugs, tees, and special edition jars from the gift shop. Not long now… I start backing off to a door marked ‘Employees only’, and pressing my back to it, holding my breath. Waiting for the right moment, and then, I turn the knobs and slip past it, letting it slide shut softly. Taking a deep, relieved breath. Bending down, I quickly have few seconds!! I quickly open my backpack and pull the white button down shirt and maroon colored skirt that employees here work, along with the maroon scarf. And quickly take off my top and jeans down to my white bra and panties, then switch outfits.
2:09:33 PM  

evasonet: A fake nametag goes on, the glasses are off, but I keep the wig. No need to take chances. And I stuff the clothes back into the backpack, over the plastic bag stuffed inside it, and I shiver as I think of the contents….. Sliced and diced and chopped 20 rats, ready to be tossed in the main mixing tank. More than enough to ensure a pretty big scandal, and a shutdown to this abomination!! Sorry rodents, your sacrifice will be remembered!! I get up and turn around, walking down the hallway, backpack in hand, a big smile on my face, venturing further into the bowels of the factory, I remember my way pretty well, off the plans, let’s just hope there are no locked doors along my path!! otu

2:50:53 PM  
mishrocks: You could tell this was made in the dark ages, like in the 70's or something like that. It had a Wizard of Oz quality to it---I mean the production value, not the story. Although, there were certainly similarities there, as well. But the film was a bit grainy, pops and little random dust flecks in the picture… But still---the plot---the dialogue---the characters!--- the SONGS! Even now, 15 years later, I could pull up each and every lyric upon command and sing the entire song. I remember mom and dad calling me to the TV, slipping in the DVD and then blathering on and on about how they used to love it as well.
2:51:16 PM  

mishrocks: Oh God, and when---and when he took his last dollar and plunked it down, after so many disappointments, and then, his little stubby fingers fumbled with the wrapper, trying to pull it down, tearing it oh so carefully---gingerly even---so careful of what may be underneath. And then---the glint. The little flash of gold. I just remember my heart stopping for an instant. He got it. He Got It! HE FUCKING GOT IT!!! The Golden Ticket!! And then, it was like a magic carpet ride---Charlie and his grandfather getting whooshed into the factory---the Ooompah-Loompahs (Ooompa Loompa Doompa di-di---if you’re wise you’ll listen to me…) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spKeBgEub6s.
2:51:39 PM  

mishrocks: Mike TeeVee and his endless gum-chewing---my favorite quote---”Violet, you’re turning violet, Violet!!” And the undisputable Willy Wonka himself---Gene Wilder. But my fave---all time fave scene---Augustus Gloop, on all fours, bending over the chocolate river, his greedy little hands cupping the frothy chocolate, and scooping it into his great big fat maw as quickly as he could. For a five year old, THAT would have been heaven. And ever since then, my little fantasy had been to imagine myself in the story, embedded in the movie, touring the factory and just lapping up gallon after gallon of what Mr. Wonka described as the most delicious, creamiest chocolate in the world.
 “It’s the waterfall,” he explained. “No other factory mixes its chocolate by waterfall.”
2:52:04 PM  

mishrocks: Fast forward 15 years. Do you believe in magic? Do dreams really do come true? Well, in this case---kind of! During summer semester, I needed cash---who doesn’t? So I applied as a packing clerk at a factory---I had never heard of it---Ferrero Rocher. Sounded like a pharmaceutical place. But as soon as I entered the place---the waft of warm chocolate was simply overwhelming! I glanced at the posters in the HR waiting area---oh yeah! Those little gold chocolate candies at Christmas! Oh, that’s who makes them? And, uh, Tic-Tacs? Really? Well, not chocolate, so not too much of an interest for me. And then…oh…My…GOD!!!! Nutella?!?! REALLY??!!
2:52:21 PM  

mishrocks: The HR guy droned on and on about my responsibilities, the different positions they had available, etc. I just nodded, saying, “Fine. Fine. Fine.” Are you kidding me!!?? I was going to be working in the factory where they MADE NUTELLA!! I was instantly swept back, in my head, to that chocolate river, seeing Augustus Gloop’s fat ass twerking back and forth as he slobbered it up, and then imagined me---little 5’2” me, sauntering up behind him, placing my diminutive foot on his enormous keester, and pushing him over the edge, watching as he bobbed up and down in the chocolate---so much of a fucking pig that he kept trying to swallow the chocolate rather than swim to the “shore”, and then---yes!
2:52:33 PM  
 
mishrocks: Get sucked up into those awesome transparent tubes---his adipose tissue blocking the tube until so much pressure built up that it shot him out like a bazooka. And then, as my fantasy continued, Mr. Wonka was SO grateful for ridding his factory of that fat little wart, that he handed me the golden ladle---I could, at any time, frolic down to the chocolate river and help myself. And now, I was working there!!!
2:56:56 PM  

mishrocks: Well, Ok, not really. I knew that. But my passion for the product was ignited, and now, even months after the summer had ended, I stayed as a part-timer there---making friends with the Nutella, caring for it, loving it, protecting it. They had me doing odd jobs now, but because they were so impressed with my passion for the product, I filled in all over the factory. HR, shipping, tour guide, maintenance, janitorial,---you name it. And truly---and this is ALMOST an exaggeration---had they said to me, "We can't afford to pay you anymore---the food fascists are really spreading too much evil propaganda about Nutella and it's cut into sales far too much---we need to let some people go.... UNLESS, you'd be willing to get paid in---mtc
3:00:32 PM  

mishrocks: NUTELLA?" I probably would have said YES! And then thanked them for it! So tonight, I was on rat patrol. Sounds gross, I know. We NEVER do this during the day, when the tours are going through. But after hours, they send a few workers to wander throughout the massive plant---not really looking for rats, but just to check the traps, and in general make sure everything is as it should be. We had all heard of the food fascists---the threats and the negative PR they slung. I mean---it went back years! Extremists burying shards of glass in McDonald's burgers; a severed thumb in a KFC chicken bucket---all to try and cripple an industry. I gritted my teeth and curled my fists as I strolled through the darkened factory---mtc
3:03:56 PM  

mishrocks: how could ANYONE think that Nutella was harmful!!?? I mean really---ANYTHING in excess was bad for you! but Nutella? the goodness of hazelnuts! the warmth of chocolate! (Isn't there research that cocoa has antioxidants?? Aren't they good? Or are we pulling for oxidants instead now? Whatever...) Well, since the threat alert heightened a few months ago---from CHOC-CON 3 to 4 (5 being "imminent threat"), we were asked to pay special attention when on rat patrol---if anything looked out of the ordinary, report it. mtc
3:08:58 PM  

mishrocks: As I make my way down the catwalk (yeah, the catwalk...), that song playing in my head every stinking time I walk this way, the only thing I hear is the muffled tapping of my Converse rubber soles on the smooth metal. The hum of the machinery usually dies down about 11 PM, and doesn't start up again until about 5 AM. A family company, Ferrero tries to honor its employees' commitments to their families, and there's only a skeleton shift on overnight. I take a deep whiff of the cocoa-scented air, filling my lungs with heaven, and then---I hear something. A door? A lock? I'm not quite sure, but I know the factory well enough at this point that i can localize the sound. Squinting a bit, I pull out my flashlight and leave the catwalk (yeah the catwalk, baby), and head down the corridor---a faint light leaking from under a door at the end---a light that should---at this hour---be off. yt
3:16:32 PM  
  
evasonet: I feel a bit disappointed!! The hallways are actually… Empty… All these preparations and precautions, and no one is around for almost 3 minutes… Nothing… zilch!! Just the hum and ding and dong of machines and gears and pistons… I didn’t even have to fucking ambush that girl in the parking lot this morning with the chloroform napkin to steal her costume.. I might as well have just marched in here with; “Hazelnuts kill too!!” T-shirt, and my Mad-Max bandana…. Well, I guess being in the friggin’ 21st century and all, means that all this bullshit about hand-picking and making a product with love is just a charade… This fucking factory is all run by machines!! EVIL machines!!
3:29:33 PM  

evasonet: I start to hum down the tune of Judgment Day from the Terminator movie, just to ease my tension with a bit of a comical tone, musing back to how this started. When I went from trying to talk people into a healthier life style into taking matters into my own hands… I guess… I guess it was that day in that rally in St. Louis, when that blonde bitch in a Nutella-jar costume was just prancing opposite our sit-in, with a large bucket of that gross this, and then started to fling it around, and hit me in the face with it.
3:29:39 PM
  
evasonet: Yup, must have been it, the moment I threw in my first punch in this holy war for health and goodness!! And I know that for a 5’4” small girl, I sure threw a mean right!! Even though she was had a good half foot on me, and God knows how many pounds beneath that jar costume, I still decked her before people pulled us apart, or technically, me off her. It was a moment of revelation to me, of how bad-ass I can be!! The mount of pats on the backs I got, high-fives, hands passing out the ice-compresses to put against my swollen cheek and busted lip… I became who I am now, I became a hero, a crusader, a mother-fucking vigilante!!!
3:29:51 PM  

evasonet: And now, all that is coming to an end, a full circle, as I reach the place I had planned to find for so long!! I take a deep, deep breath, staring straight down into that pit below me, where a large contained of finished Nutella is sitting after processing. A ready-made product, just left to cool after the night, and I can feel the warmth rising from the 10,000 gallon contained (ok, I’m sure that number must have given you an orgasm!!)
3:30:01 PM  

evasonet: All I need is to just pick the plastic bag out of my backpack, and toss the rodent trimmings and droppings in, and walk away. But why, I might as well savor this moment I might as well enjoy it! I hold the railing and lean down, my blonde wig down on my head, when I hear a footstep, and I turn to the left seeing the flashlight.. FUCK!! A T-800!! Err I mean Arnie!! Errr I mean a security guard!! otu
3:37:30 PM  

mishrocks: OK, so I'm already sweating as it is. I mean, they've got ovens firing all day---roasting hazelnuts. Burners are on all day---melting chocolate. And---well, all those other machines that I don’t know the names of---glossing and sorting and jar-filling and cap-twisting and labeling and boxing and lifting---my point is, this place is like 90 degrees all day and night. The poor day shift needs to wear those ridiculous uniforms---I know---I've worn them! Polyester (a shudder passes through me), and simply ghastly design. But at night---when there are no tours passing through, no gears turning in which we might get a scarf or a hat caught---the dress code is WAY relaxed. Tonight, as most every time I work the graveyard, i am wearing a mtc
3:42:52 PM  

mishrocks: black tank top, white shorts that are really short (the company, although cool with a relaxed dress code, prohibits jeans and denim), and, as mentioned, my stark white converse low tops. And still, with a summer-like ensemble covering my taut little body, the combination of the warm, humid factory and now, some anxiety about why that light is on and what that noise was, well, I am perspiring like no one's business. Rubbing the back of my hand along my forehead to try and dry it, I gently pad down the hallway, muffling the clicking of my sneakers as much as I can. If it's a rat (as in the rodent), I might be able to sneak up on it and bash it with a Nutella jar. If it's a rat of the human variety---well, no difference, I guess! mtc
3:47:27 PM  
 
mishrocks: Arriving at the slightly ajar door, I realize I had my bearings all off. Just a peek through the crack tells me this is not another room, but rather another section of the factory. I stealthily push the door a bit more, and am startled to see---someone! Back to me, hands on the rail that looks down upon the factory floor from high above, they seem oblivious to my presence---the ambient hum of the factory maybe masking my approach. I note the backpack---and red flags start a'waving! Did we learn nothing from the Boston Marathon attacks!? Backpacks=danger! I weigh my options---I can clear my throat and ask what they're doing---I mean, they ARE wearing one of our uniforms---maybe it's break time? But, I get a rotten feeling here---mtc
3:49:20 PM  

mishrocks: breaks are taken in the break room---not 30 feet above the factory floor. Not wanting to be a nervous-nellie, deciding to play it cool (after all, we are NOT at CHOC-CON 5!), I simply clear my throat and say, "I wasn't expecting anyone to be up here at this hour." yt

evasonet: I weigh my options quickly. I'm standing halfway along the quite long catwalk-shaped hallway. On two sides, the railings that would be a rather splashy dunk into the huge open contained below us. On one side of the catwalk/hallway comes the footsteps, and the other side, my only way out is, well, too far unfortunately!! And even if I sprint and dash to it, I will make so much noise that would set all kinds of alarms off. Well, I guess that's where the disguise comes into play. That, and those two extra buttons I left loose on purpose, while having the maroon scarf askew to the side. A bit of cleavage -- especially when you can rock it -- always comes in handy with cops and security guards alike!!
3:59:28 PM
  
evasonet: I put on my best, innocent face, and I turn my head calmly to the side, but then I see that the comer is not a guy, it's a girl, an well, honestly, not even that intimidating!! She's no bigger than me, and well, in that black tank and white short-short-shorts, she looks more like a relative of someone who works here, than an actual employee!! I feel my tension dropping a bit, but yours doesn't. You still have the flashlight up, and a rather guarded stance, saying in a firm voice; "I wasn't expecting anyone to be up here at this hour." --
4:02:09 PM  

evasonet: I just flash you a calm smile, tilting my head, the golden tresses of my wig waving around, annoying me, but well, a disguise IS a disguise; "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know I wasn't supposed to be here... I just dropped something...." -- And then realizing from the look you gave me, that I might have set another alarm off, judging that we are standing ABOVE a container worth of tens of thousands of dollars of goods -- "... don't worry, I didn't drop it in the container, it's just a little pin, somewhere here on the floor!! A bit of sentimental value... I just want anyone to know I'm so careless... Just go ahead, I'll find it and be on my way!!"
4:02:34 PM  

evasonet: Noticing the way you suspiciously glance at me, and the backpack, I bend down and pick it up by one of the straps, lugging it over my right shoulder; ".. I will be quick, I promise!" otu
4:08:27 PM  

mishrocks: A pretty thing, with a beautiful---but anxious--smile, you turn to me, pleading ignorance, "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to be here." Really? Those signs on every door that say AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY didn't give you a hint? I note the flowing blonde hair, and for a second attribute your cluelessness to your pigment-deprived locks. But then my eyes are drawn downward, to your unsecured buttons that expose a tasty sampling of, well, much larger version of the company's foiled wrapped Christmas treats, it looks like. MUCH larger, which, unconsciously or not, makes me puff my chest out just a tiny bit---but it's like bringing a water pistol to a gun fight. No, something just doesn't feel....wellllll, maybe. mtc
4:12:11 PM  

mishrocks: I try not to be paranoid---maybe all is as she says it is. I mean, she seems nice enough. But then, my eyebrows arch as you tell me that you dropped something. Both of our eyes drift over the railing and down to the cooling vats, and, without missing a beat, you assure me that your pin fell up here---not down there. Pin? Well, as someone who has worked all shifts here, I know that just as the company is as relaxed for its overnight staff, it's just as strict for its day shift, and there's NO WAY an employee would be allowed to wear a pin in the factory. Can you imagine if it fell into something? God, the liability! So in my own mind, we've just ratcheted up to CHOCO-CON 5, and I feel my heart really start to pound in my chest, sweat mtc
4:13:56 PM  

mishrocks: beading on my forehead and chest. "Um, let me help you look for it," I offer, getting down to hands and knees with you, resolute not to let you out of my sight for a second until I can flag down another employee. I place a hand on your backpack. "Here, let me put this over there so it makes it easier for you to search." yt



evasonet: My face turns into a frown, when you offer help with finding the non-existent pin; "Oh... no you don't have to... I wouldn't wanna bother you..." But you seem to ignore me completely... getting on all fours... With the eagerness of a hippie who got offered a doggy-style at Burning man... Raising that provocatively and impossibly perfect and round buns of yours up in the air, making me feel a bit insecure about my rather flat rear-end... And the white shorts surely add to the mix, as they blend in with the colors of your creamy thighs. I sigh, and I just think it might be best to pretend that we're looking, not find it, then fake leaving and double back again.. or maybe, come over another night when officer McFriendly is not here!!
4:22:27 PM  
 
evasonet: But as we crawl around, you reach and grab the loose strap of my backpack, giving it a tug, and giving the dumbest excuse EVER for it... My face turning insta-red, pulling back from you; "Huhhh?? no no, it's fine.. You know what... I'll just come look in the morning... I might have dropped it somewhere else... Bye!!" And I twist my body, rising up, my cheeks starting to turn bright red, my paranoid mind starting to wonder if Jackie Ryan here might have recognized my face from the posters around the factory!! otu
4:27:50 PM  

mishrocks: As my hand touches the strap, you pull it back quickly, stumbling over your words, and all of a sudden abandoning the search for this pin, which only moments ago had sentimental value. This is all bullshit---I know it, and you know I know it. So the question then becomes---who shows their hand first? "Oh, well, they come through with the industrial vacuums every night..." I check my watch, "in about an hour, you know. If it's here, it will get sucked up and that'll be the end of it. Let's look a little bit longer---I'll help you. In fact, you stay right here---I'm just going to use that phone right there," pointing to a wall-mounted phone about 10 feet away) and see if there's anyone that can help us, OK?" I start to rise, keeping my eyes on you directly. yt
4:34:52 PM  

evasonet: My face turns pale, feeling like a mouse trapped on the catwalk!! And well, with all the rat droppings in my backpack, and the way your cute tiny nose wiggles, I know you can SMELL something wrong... Fuck, that look in your eyes, I swear if you had a tail, it would be swishing right and left right now before you pounce... You point for the phone, and I know what that means... You saw through my shit, and you're going to call for backup... Well... If that happens, then I'm fucked.... So the options are simple... fight, or flight??? But a glance at those slender legs of yours, and the fact that I'm wearing this annoyingly tight skirt, means I probably can't outrun you... Not that I know my way around here as good as you.. So I guess... that
4:36:03 PM  

evasonet: But I still give you a calm, sweet, innocent smile saying; "Oh my Gosh!! Would you do that for me?? You're such a sweetie!!! If you're sure you wouldn't be troubling anybody!!!" Trying to give you a false sense of security, and perhaps doubt yourself, just to let you turn you back to me, and head to that phone... otu
4:40:23 PM  

mishrocks: You acquiesce easily, and all at once, my suspicions start to evaporate. What i expected was something like, "NOOOOOO!" and a punch to my adorable face or something along those lines. What I got was pure cooperation. Huh! So, since you called my bluff, I need to follow through. Still having about 10% doubt (down from 95%), and dropping matters to CHOCO-CON 3, I start to sidle to the phone, not quite backing to it, but not totally turning away from you and walking toward it. I mean, I'm not an idiot---you're the blonde, not me. So I kind of---yeah, sidle---walk to the side, keeping you in the corner of my vision as I head for the phone. My hand reaches for the receiver and fingers start to push the four-digit extension to security. yt
4:43:50 PM  

evasonet: I watch you rise, a bit relaxed, but, FUCK... You're practically strafing back to that phone, instead of turning your back to me. Your eyes still on me, and you reach it, as I brush my blonde hair back, gauging the distance between us, and then letting my back pack slide off my shoulder, to gently touch the floor, but my left hand still holding the strap. You grab the handset, and you begin to dial the keypad, but for that, you will need to turn your head to look at the buttons you dial, and taking a deep breath, and exhaling it, I lunge at you at that same moment, my hands grabbing the strap of my backpack, and trying to toss it over your head, and tug it back, to press it against your throat, to get you in a reverse choke hold with the
4:44:29 PM  

evasonet: the bag strap. "You know what they say about goodie-two shoes who shove their noses into other people's business!!' otu
4:51:14 PM  

mishrocks: My fingers slide along the keypad on the phone, but hell, I don’t know the extension for security by heart. I need to look at the little directory taped on the wall right next to the phone. Truly, how much can she do in the time it takes me to turn my head and... a flash in the periphery of my vision, something flying over my head, and I feel---a belt? press into my throat from the back, yanking me away from the phone, the receiver dropping and clattering against the wall, swinging back and forth by the coiled up cord. My hands fly to my neck to try and pull the---oh! It's the backpack strap!!---away from my throat as you pull me back, mocking my attempts to help you (which were really attempts to trap you, but whatever!). mtc
4:52:06 PM  

mishrocks: "No, bitch, what DO they say??" I gurgle as I drop my right arm down to my side---my left still pulling at the strap tightening around my neck. Bending my right arm I thrust my elbow back, hoping to tag your ribs. yt
4:54:27 PM  

evasonet: I make it in time, and well, of course I do!! I mean... who the fuck is this dumb little fattie in the making to see ME coming??? I pull you hard into me, and your body smacks into my chest. My breasts compressing back to my chest, and I just thrust my hips forwards into your ass, to push your lower body to the front, and cause you to tilt more backwards. That should put you at the defensive and make it harder for you to flip me over you in a Judo throw, if you were one of those martial arts types!!! The backpack itself is flapping to our left side, adding some weight and tightness to the choke hold. Our sneakers tumbling on the catwalk, and I struggle to choke you.
4:56:03 PM  

evasonet: Fifteen, twenty seconds TOPS, and I will have you out and about, finish my work, and get the HELL out of here.. But I hear you gurgling your words to me... What the fuck? Not gasping in shock or begging, or questioning what I'm doing... You're actually fucking smack talking me back then "OOMMMMPPPHH!!!!" Your elbow fires into my exposed right ribs, hard!! Ironically the only thing stopping that sharp elbow from plowing right through my ribs is how close our bodies are.. But it's still enough to make me grunt, and lose my grip on the backpack, stumbling away from you.
4:58:30 PM  

evasonet: My right arm falling down to guard my hurting right side, the pain flashing bright, but it's temporary, I know it. My left hand balling into a fist though, and as I step back from you, I fire a sideways punch, trying to slam the top part of my clenched fist into your left ear, as a little party gift! "They say they have a habit of getting their fucking noses smashed in!!" otu
5:02:56 PM  

mishrocks: I feel my elbow make contact---not a whole lot of range here, since you're essentially pushing your boobs into my back, but enough that I can jam my elbow into you, and I am rewarded with a grunt and an immediate loosening of the strap around my neck. I feel you pull away, the bag literally hanging from my neck. Coughing, I curl the fingers from my left hand under the strap and pull it over my head, tossing it down the hall, towards the door where I first entered this part of the factory. Feeling a little smug--and a lot like some sort of sexy, tiny superhero for thwarting---well, whatever it is that may have been thwart-worthy, I start to turn, but can barely begin it when your fist slams into the side of my head, your knuckles tattooing the
5:08:19 PM  

mishrocks: top of my ear. The shot snaps my head to the right, and my body follows, staggering two steps to the side. I have NO reservations about scrapping with some pseudo-Nutella lover, but I need to SEE her! As I stagger away, I finally turn to face you, taking in your larger body, and realizing that if I'm going to get out of this, I need to bring my A game---and then some. About 4 feet separate us now, and you're probably feeling like you just bested me a bit---which you kinda' did. "There's one way out of here, slut," I point out, "And it's through that door behind me. And you've got to get past me to get to that door." I take a step towards you, fists rising, cutting my eyes. "And I don't see that happening." yt

 
evasonet: My shot lands, and lands pretty well... Maybe missing your ear smack on, and sparing your eardrum from the imploding of air rushing into it to give you the dizzy-woozies, but I still score the top of the shell, and that sure is going to put some fucking hurt in!!! You stagger back, and I do too. The backpack flung across towards one end of the hallway. And I give you an angry, dangerous look. The masks gone now, and you can see the blonde streaked tresses of my wig dangling to cover half my face. "I've come TOO far and TOO close to fail now, BITCH!!! BACK OFF!!! No one needs to get hurt!! This fucking poison-the-populous operation needs to STOP!!"
5:14:49 PM  

evasonet: You take a step closer, fists up, and I take a step back and to my right, trying to keep those four feet between us, for now, realizing that we're going to fight this out... Fine!! "WAIT!!" I say, raising my right arm, then I bend down quickly, reaching towards my skirt, it's pretty tight and long, not much in the way of freedom there, besides the 2" long frontal slit, and I grab the skirt to either sides, holding it down with my right fist, I YANK hard on my left, and RIIIIIPPP!!!! The 2" slit becomes almost 12"!!! Running now all the way to my upper thighs, shy only from showing my white panties, and giving me the freedom I need.... "Now the playing field is even bitch... Let's see who goes through whom now!!" otu
5:21:17 PM  

mishrocks: You back up a bit as I approach, keeping the distance between us. Good! You're scared! or so i tell myself. What is obviously a cheap blonde wig sits askew on the top of your head, and as you back up a bit, our hands come up and I steel myself, only to have you shout, "Wait!", like this is some sort of videogame and you are pausing the action. Grabbing your uniform skirt, you yank it aggressively, ripping the fabric almost from the waistband to what was once a 2" slit, now a full-length slit. As you twist your body, I can't help but notice your tiny white panties sitting atop some tight, muscled thighs. You mouth off, claiming you're evening the playing field, but I think it's just a rouse to try and intimidate me---and it's not mtc
5:24:14 PM  
 
mishrocks: working. With two quick steps, I close the gap between us, my right fist flying toward your face, but that's not my intent. Hoping you instinctively throw up a guard to protect your left and bob your head to the side, try to grab your scarf from the right to pull you in to me and down. yt
5:26:21 PM  

evasonet: The pause actually works, and it seems to at the very least, amuse you enough to not rush me while I'm bent down. And it's not until I am up again, that you are rushing and suddenly are upon me. Swinging a wild right towards my face, and I yelp, leaning back and sending both arms up to deflect the incoming haymaker, but in doing so, I leave myself completely open for you to grab my scarf by the left and violently YANK it hard, like a fucking noose around my neck, and this time it's MY turn to gasp, jerked wildly by my neck, and FUCK you are strong!! With just one arm, you send me stumbling forwards, the tug on my neck from behind, so no choking, but enough to make me bend over and crash, face first into your left shoulder and tit!
5:28:43 PM
  
evasonet: But I keep my footing still, grunting in anger, and I tug my chin in, my hands moving to your hips, grabbing them. Curling my fingers, and pushing my nails into your hips, in that little tiny gap between the white of the shorts and the black of the tank top, right into where that creamy soft skin nestles, bracing myself I PUSH hard on your hip and TUG my head back, sliding my neck back and out of the scarf before it turns to an executioner's rope around me, and as it slips over my head, it takes that fucking STUPID wig with it, revealing my jet black hair, that begins to fall down to my shoulders... "BITCH!!!" I yell in rage, and while still holding your hips, I swing my right knee up, trying to jam it into your crotch, or abs, or thigh, or whatever I can nail!! otu
5:37:59 PM
  
mishrocks: Wrapping your scarf twice around my hand, I jerk your head, and body, forward and then use it as kind of a sling, jamming your head down, your face slamming into my shoulder. I bring my right hand back up, ready to start some pounding, but dammit, you're quick. Almost immediately after your face slides into me, your hands drop to my sides, nails burrowing into to my hips, right between my shorts and tank top---like you have some sort of flesh-detecting radar in those claws. My eyes start to water as your nails dig in deeper, and I try to pull back---as I do so, you do as well, whipping your head back and sliding right out of the scarf---and your hair! Well, I knew it was a wig, but as your dark hair falls down to your mtc


mishrocks: shoulders and i see the wild look in your eye--- circuits in my brain start firing---I KNOW you! Or....YES! the posters! You're---Oh My GOD!!! You're the Nutella Witch!!! Nutella's version of Wonka's Slugworth!! As I start to put the pieces together, you refuse to take the stroll down memory lane with me, and instead, pull me closer to you again by my hips, and then fire your knee up, slamming it into my abs. OOOOFH!!! As the air jets out of my lungs, and I lean into you, trying to double over, but held up by your body. My arms reach forward, wrapping around you, and with both hands, as I wheeze and cough, I find purchase in your hair from the back and tear into it, trying to jerk your head back and up as I try and catch my breath. yt
5:46:40 PM  



evasonet: The fight is fast and furious... It's fucking St. Louis all over again!! Except that this time, you're not my size, and twice as quick as the other bitch. And oh, you seem to know how to fight!! But that's cool, if I have to break a sweat getting my Masterpiece in the works, so be it!! I see how your eyes widen in one freakishly clear emotion: Recognition!!! You KNOW who I am!! And you fucking KNOW who I'm going to be even more, when you sit in your manager's office in the morning, with an icebag over your face, listening to how you sucked at your job, and got the entire operation busted!!!
5:48:15 PM  

evasonet: My knee propels into your abs, and fuck it, they don't bend as much as I had hoped. You're not anorexic, you're fit.... But my legs are still strong enough to knock some air, and spittle from you face, to rain on my face and neck, hearing you cough and wheeze, wrapping arms around me, and our chests come together... "uunngghhh..." A groan escapes my lips, feeling those firm C's of yours, pressing so firmly against my chest, and it brings OTHER kind of memories from St. Louis, of later that night with some girl who seemed to really want to show her appreciation to me!!
5:49:28 PM  
 
mishrocks: (cue 70's wicka-wicka music...)
5:49:57 PM  

evasonet: But your fingers finding my hair, tugging it down to the full length half down my back, then FURTHER down makes me shriek, my head tilted back, and you force me to stumble till my butt hit the railing. "Unngghh!! LET GO OF MY FUCKING HAIR!!" I cry at you, my head pulled back, faced to face upwards... But I quickly slide my left arm down, and over your head, trying to guide your head to nestle into my left armpit, and keep you bent down, to expose your left side to my right fist, that I start to send in wild punches to your ribs!! otu
5:58:33 PM  

mishrocks: I hear some crackling as I jerk your head back---no, not like bones breaking, but probably the sound of cartilage bending in ways and at speeds it hasn't experienced---ever. Your shrieks just reinforce my behavior, and I tug and yank at your hair, rocking your head back and forth---but mostly back, stretching your neck, exposing your throat. But out of nowhere, your left arm comes swooping down, cradling the side of my face in your armpit (there have been many better things I have experienced today than this!) and you bend my body to the side, pulling down on my head and neck with your left arm, and as long as my hands are wrapped in your hair, I THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! Three unanswered punches to my ribs, each mtc
6:01:47 PM  

mishrocks: harder than the last. UNNHGH! spilling out of my mouth with each shot, my body wincing in pain with each impact. Survival instinct kicks in, and I release my right hand from your hair, bringing it to my side, trying to block more punishment to what have now become pretty tender ribs. You seem to care about the fat kids but not about the thin girls! Still pulling your hair back, watching as your left hand cocks back for possibly another round, I lift my converse-covered foot from the floor and try to slam it down and forward, hoping I can stomp on your kneecap and bring you down. yt
6:04:47 PM
  
evasonet: Struggling against the railing, I'm VERY well aware of the threat. If you push me any harder, or PULL my hair any harder, you will toss me, or us, overboard and right into that freaking brown warm pit of hazelnutty chocolate!! And that's really the last place I wanna be now!! But I seem to retake control quickly, snagging your head down and under my left armpit, plowing my fists into your left ribs quickly, before you release my hair, halfways at least, and move back to block me. But losing a LOT of the leverage power you had on me, and allowing me to turn us around, and now, it's your cutesy round butt that is pinned to the railing.
6:07:03 PM  

evasonet: "Don't you fucking wish you just took a longer break to stuff your face, you fucking piglet?? --- AWWWWHHH!!" I shriek out in pain, feeling horrible pain blowing into my left knee. Completely blowing my left leg back and sliding my foot back, losing my balance and falling downwards, but my instincts are still in, my left arm tight around your neck, trying to take you with me, while my right, flailing for anything to grip in, going for the railing, but missing it, end up slapping at your lower back, nails first (again!!) and I RAKE up along your spine, scratching your skin AND peeling your black tank top up all the way to your armpits, as my plummet down to the floor. otu
6:18:26 PM  

mishrocks: Oh my God! The sound that emanates from your mouth as my sneaker caves your knee in---no wonder they call you the witch!! A cackle/howl echoes through the factory as you collapse backwards, relieving the pressure on my back, which has been pressed into the railing, secure enough to have kept us from plummeting into the vats of cooling Nutella below. (Hey, is that how you kill the Nutella witch? Hmmm...) As you fall backward, your arm still around my neck, you pull me down with you, while your right hand attacks---claws tearing into the skin on my back, raking up slowly, red furrows in their wake, dragging my tanktop up my body with your hand. Your back hits the floor and I land atop you, your hand stabbing me in between my shoulder mtc
6:23:05 PM  

mishrocks: blades, my arms a bit trapped by the rolled up shirt right above my biceps. Your back and skull hitting the floor as we land, your grip around my neck loosens, and I squirm free of your arm, still atop you. Clawing at the material between my boobs, I grab the tank top and rip it over my head, freeing my arms and feeling almost instantly a 10-degree drop in temperature. But you're already recovering from the fall, and I need to move quickly! Planting my sneakered soles on the floor, I kind of leap frog up your body, my tight butt slamming down on your chest as my legs straddle you. I grab your collar with my left hand and lift your head off the floor, my right first curled and screaming down from the side, hoping to plant my knuckles in your cheek. yt
6:29:42 PM  

evasonet: My left leg feels like one long noodle now, the pain in the knee and upper thigh is fucking KILLING me, and the fucking take down hurts!! My ass (that I just WISH was a bit meatier) doesn't cushion the fall too much against the catwalk, that jiggles under our combined weights, then your body takes care of sending me flat down to my back, compressing my left tit to my chest with your fucking left shoulder; "Unnnngghhh!!!" My right hand having raked a good deal up your back, peeling some skin under the beds of my nails and leaving those Wolverine-like rakes on your flesh (albeit way shallower!!) and pulling your top up all the way to expose the straps of your bra...

6:31:27 PM  
evasonet: But you fucking shove harder, and *THUNKKK!!* My skull hits the floor hard, and I gasp in pain, my vision turning dark for ONE fucking second, and it's all you need to not only slide out of your top, like a fucking slippery snake, but also pounce to smack your ass on my breasts, squishing them down to my chest bone, and making me wince in pain. Your thighs trapping my arms to my sides, and I think "SHIT!!!" but the words don't translate into a sound!! they don't have the chance, when you JERK my collar up, and POP-POP-POP sound fills the air, buttons flying and MORE cleavage is shown, along with hints of white lacey bra...
6:33:12 PM  

evasonet: But then when you fist SLAMS hard into my cheek, my head recoils back and the popping sound turns to a RIIIIIIP as you tear off the fucking collar, and practically the left half of my blouse!!!! My eyes rolling in the socket, stunned, but hoping your fucking knuckles hurt you as much as my cheek!!! As I try to recover quickly. otu

mishrocks: Your arms pinned to your sides by my legs, yanking your head up off the floor by the collar, having to keep bunching the material further and further into my hand, because with each tug, more buttons start flying off---cheap piece of shit uniform!---and with each little squirm you make (think Sting---Every Squirm You Make...) more and more of those voluptuous breasts start to escape the confines of the uniform, both taunting me and impressing me. And hard as it is to believe, i have bigger things to deal with right now than your encroaching cleavage, as my fist sails into your face, squarely hitting you in the cheek, slamming your head to the side. As the punch finishes its arc, your body shudders to the side, and, with my grip mtc
6:46:46 PM  

mishrocks: still strong on your top, the whole garment now tears down the middle, flapping open to expose those gurls in all their glory, pinned in by the sheerest of bras. I shake my hand as i watch your eyes roll back, and know that while I have the upper hand now, you're too strong for me to think this will last. I raise myself up on my knees, my shin bones cutting into the fleshy part of your forearms, and then drop my ass down again on you, this time directly on your breasts, just to slow your recovery. Then hopping to my feet, I stand to your side, right hand gripping the bra right between your breasts, my fingers touching your flesh as they curve in toward your chest, and I heave , trying to pull you up off the floor by your bra---your shirt too destroyed to provide me with a "handle" any longer. yt
6:49:47 PM  

evasonet: My head lolls back and forth, like a jack-in-a-box sprung fresh out of its box... Seeing flashes of light, and groaning by the vicious, direct hit to my face. Your weight nestled so freaking comfortably on my chest, and making my breasts squeeze tightly against each other pushing forwards in the gap between your thighs, tit-flesh against thigh-flesh, with a hint of lacey white rubbing in between, and I know that you somewhere in there can feel my stiff, caramel-colored nipples pushing and tenting through the fabric against you. A little river of sweat running down my neck and into the valley between my girls, from the intense heat around us.
6:52:06 PM  

evasonet: You shake your left fist, clearly hurt from the punch, but not that much. And you're a crafty little bitch!! While shaking the pain off your knuckles, you rise up, grinding your shin bones against my forearms, and making me MOAN in pain, you DROP your firm buttocks hard on my tits harder, and i GRUNT, my legs kicking wildly in pain, air rushing out of my lungs. And you bounce up to your feet again. In your bra and shorts now, grabbing my bra and yankkk up, causing the shoulder and back strap of my bra to PUSH into my flesh painfully, the metal clasp at the back biting into my skin, and making me YOWL in pain, turning to my left and pushing up, as the bra stretches.
6:53:39 PM  

evasonet: And as it does, you can see my girls rolling and bouncing underneath it, along with the aerolas and nipples, ready to be fully exposed if you keep the stretching. But I have to be quick on my feet too!! Turning and reaching with my hands, wrapping them around the back of your knees, I DIG my nails into the soft, fleshy part at the back of your knee hard and PULL them towards me , while thrusting my head upwards like a fucking cannon ball, trying to slam it right between your thighs, in a dirty low-blow, to take YOU off you feet; "BITCH!!" otu

7:07:26 PM  
mishrocks: I haul your body up off the floor, heaving you up by your bra, clenching the stretchy material in my left hand, hoping to bring you to a seated position so i can throttle you once again. Your body weighs down, pulling against the bra, causing it to bite into your flesh and stretch beyond what a bra is designed to do. Your breasts essentially free as I stretch the fabric far beyond its range. Curling my left fist, I prepare to strike, cocking my arm back, but I take too long---long enough for you to lean forward, curling your hands behind my knees, and once again, those talons dig into my flesh, carving into the muscles and tendons in back of my knee, and then you pull me forward, my knees starting to bend, and as I begin to come down, mtc
7:09:40 PM  

mishrocks: like a horse you fling your head up, your skull jamming in between my legs, smashing into my kitty! My attack stops and I let out a moan as I drop to my knees---thankfully I still had my shorts and panties on, offering a bit of protective cushioning, but jeez! The pain is intense, and I drop to my knees and lower my head, hands cradling my crotch, as I try to process the pain and recover to avoid another attack. yt

  
evasonet: I see the raising fist, and I know it's now or fucking never!! And FUCK no I'm not going to spend the next 10 years of my life in some fucking jail cell, thinking over and over how my grand plans, how my crusade, was put to a halt by some a fucking lowly night guard in white shorts!!! My skull rises up and slams hard into something... Something that feels both stiff, with a tiny bit of a cushion to it. And even I wince a bit imagining how your labia and clit must have been flattened against your hip bone with my rising skull, and I lean back pulling my hands back, and watching you drop to your knees, head down, clutching your sore kitty like a LITTLE BITCH!!
7:14:00 PM  

evasonet: "Told you... huff... huff.... Don't fucking... CROSS ME BITCH!!!" My left hand reaches down, to your shorts, not where your hands are, but just at the top, grabbing the waistband tightly, and holding it in my grip, my right arm cocking back, and putting as much fucking power I have into my right arm, I swing it wildly in a wild UPPERCUT to your lowered chin, hoping to knock you flat to your fucking back, while TUGGING on your shorts violently!!

mishrocks: Feeling dizzy, and slightly nauseated, after your headbutt to my crotch, I drop to my knees almost immediately, my chin tucked to my chest, hand cradling my kitty .  I feel your fingers curl into the waistband of my shorts and pull me closer to you a bit, and I know I don’t have the luxury of trying to "process my pain" and hope you simply let me!   So I look up, and instantly become wide-eyed as I see your hand free and curled into a fist and rocketing towards my chin.  Unable to back up due to your hold on my shorts, all I can do is fling my arm up from my crotch in the hope of blocking, or at least deflecting your punch.  yt

evasonet: I feel sick to the core... My abs, that are pretty exposed now, are visibly knotted in a mini-pretzel from the intensity of this, and the knowledge of what is at stake. The fate of the civilized world as it stands, the future of my kids (and your spawn, whatever species they may be), and every coming generation is hanging on the verge here!! The age-long battle against obesity, the forces of good and evil, clashing in this climactic struggle for the ultimate control over the global sucrose-level..... And it all hangs on the fate of this. one. uppercut!!!

evasonet: And as it flies, with my left hand *tugging* on those horrendous offense to fashion-sense everywhere, white shorts of yours, feeling the front button strain, tug, and begin to *POP* in my grip, while my knuckles twist and yank it wildly. My right flinging itself up towards your chin, only to feel the impact of your other forearm against it, and you shove up, making my arm fly faster, and much quicker, deflected and going UP in the air, missing your chin by an inch, and your nose by only a mere half an inch!

evasonet: "Fucking... BITCH!!!" I cuss wildly, my body twist after the punch, both on our knees and half out of balance, but I retaliate quickly, the key is to keep this bitch on the defensive, and with the amount of 'give' I feel in your shorts, I know that that button is seconds away from popping, and with it, will go my grip and control on your hips, so I give it one more JERKKKK hard, trying to terminate it's lifespan and contract by binding those horrendous pieces of garments around your waist, while my right arm swings back DOWN, almost in a reverse journey of the uppercut motion, but with a little twist; aiming the point of my right elbow towards your right temple! otu

mishrocks: By the grace of God, and my arm, your uppercut misses my chin.  But I see that wild look in your eyes---the fiery rage that only comes with being a zealot---all for the cause, the common good taking precedence over the good of the individual (dare I say the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few---or of the one?)  Well, whatever type of rhetoric your ilk spouts, you're tenacious, and I am standing, er, kneeling, in the way of whatever your master plan may be.    Your hand twists my shorts, buttons bursting and I feel it simply now---a  loose loincloth---well, in reverse.  Another big tug from you, and I lurch forward a bit, jolting my senses back on line, as your arm reverses its arc and your elbow slams into the side of my head.  mtc

mishrocks: My head snaps to the side as the stabbing pain of your bony joint makes contact.  Once again, my hand are demoted from weapons to nurses, my right flying to my head and cradling it, protecting it from another attack.  Your final twist and pull destroyed my shorts---they are held up now only by my hips for the time being.  So taking advantage of the freedom, I drop down to my back, sparing myself from any further fists, and slide my feet from under my ass and in front of me in one fluid motion, curling my right leg back and then uncoiling fast and sharp, hoping to plant a sole into your souless chest.  yt

evasonet: *CLANKKKK!!!!* The point impact on your skull is just so wonderful.... Loud, clear, and surprisingly resonant... An indication to how hollow your skull actually is... But I mean, what did I expect?? You certainly would have done better to yourself if you had any substance than to be a security drone in a chocolate poison spewing factory.... I see the flinch in your eyes.. Yup... Lights out girl... Good night... They roll up in their sockets and you collapse down and back, and I smile giving the shorts that last tug that causes them to just rip and slide down your thighs a bit.... And I breathe hard, leaning back, watching gravity takes its course with your body...

evasonet: But huh?? Newton's laws didn't really explain anything that would lead your legs to just curl up to your chest... Are you just going to shrivel up like a salted troll and vanish?? Well, explains lots of things really!! But my fantasies are short lived when your right leg snaps forwards, and I feel the sole of your shoe drill down between my breasts, right into the middle clasp of my bra, grinding it into my chest, as the heart-shaped metal link just burrows into my flesh making me CRY in pain before the crushing blunt blow sends me flying back to the metal catwalk, holding my chest, and rocking back and forth in pain, coughing, spitting, and cussing..... What the FUCK!! otu

mishrocks: Dropping to my back, my skull feeling like it has been caved in from the side, I have just enough wherewithal to slide my feet out from under me, coil my knee, and fire a well-placed Chuck Taylor at your body, smirking a tiny bit as I hear the sharp THWACK! of the rubber sole hitting the flesh between those enviable breasts.  The blow sends your body hurling back, and in the dim light of the factory, I think I see your back and ass hit the floor several feet away.  What I HEAR is a THUD as your body hits the floor, a groan, some random coughing and sputtering, and some very unladylike potty talk.    Wincing as I move my head quickly, I scramble to my feet and scamper over to your prone body, reaching down quickly to try and grab your ankles.  yt

evasonet: Laying on my back, I see stars, literally.... Flashes of all colors in my field of vision, simulated by the mixed pain signals flaring from everywhere, and the heavy tearing in my eyes. Your small shoe nailed my sternum perfectly, and it has left me gasping for precious air. My legs kicking wildly, my heels drumming against the floor. Fuck fuck FUCK!!  But after few really stressful seconds I manage to take in a first breath, and I realize that you did not punch a hole through my chest or anything. Gasping as I lay on my back, my arms clutching my chest in pain, feeling the heart-shaped indentation the bra-clasp left on my flesh... Trying to rub the pain off.

evasonet: The bra itself, stretched and mis-adjusted from your earlier abuse, is pulled down fully below my right breast, and pulled a bit higher on the left, making its entire existence a redundancy, nothing but a burden. And I question why I still have it on, when your hands suddenly grab at my ankles and I shudder, glancing down, seeing your pretty face, and that murderous look in your eyes, on your feet, and applying the downward pressure down on me, and no doubt, preparing to unleash some form of attack that I'm not going to appreciate.
evasonet: And my only course of action is to just sit up, reach up with both hands for the ends of your hair, trying to snatch them between my fingers, and with everything I got, I DROP back, trying to pull your head down with me, and in the same time, BEND my legs, to prop my knees in the way of your head or chest, to give you a rather painful landing. otu

mishrocks: Curling my fingers around your ankles, my intent is to twist you---painfully, I hope---and flip you to your back, so that I can essentially neutralize you and assume full control.  But like most zealots, your passion for the cause---whatever it happens to be---seems to fuel you with endless energy and guile.  No sooner do I grasp your ankles than you sit up---recovering quickly from my kick to your chest, and extend you socialistic or ISIS-tainted fingers towards me, grabbing a handful of my nutella-colored hair, and then pulling me forward, dropping back down to your back on the floor.  Your move pulls me from my upright position, of course, and I fall forward.  My hands still gripping your ankles, I feel you start to bend your knees, and as I fall mtc

mishrocks: into and onto you, my arms start to spread out to my sides---partly to use your legs as a braking system so I don't plummet directly on top of you.  As my arms go, so do your legs, bending and spreading, and as I fully lose balance, I plant my knee directly in front of me to try and break my fall---so sorry that I plant it---slam, actually, at the crux of your spread legs.  I wince myself just thinking of how this feels---my solid kneecap falling on your commie kitty.  yt

evasonet: It's not about looking pretty right now... it's all about being fucking effective... And as my panic level rises, my sense of reason quickly plummets.... And few ideas about the depth of the conspiracy and the evil works of 'The Man' begin to spark. How else can anyone explain your super-human, cyborg-like reflexes and speed??? I mean.... Fuck!! You're up on your feet and attacking me with such intensity, that I'm forced to pull hair.. ME!! Imagine that!! But that's not going to matter much, once I crush those filament-like ribs of yours, and pull out your evil Capitalist CPU, I'll show the whole world what Ferrero Rocher is trying to turn us intoooooo---OOUUCHHH!!!!

evasonet: Your arms swing my legs open, and not only do you send my knees outwards, away from your face and chest, but you drop on yours, and your pointy, Adamentite-infused knee cap, drills right into my peace-loving, peace-spreading kitty.... "FFUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" My eyes shutting tightly, and I sit up, this time, with no offense at all, well, unless you count the spray of spit that I launch in your face along with my horrendous scream an attack... Hey, maybe water would melt your circuits or something!! otu

[LilMishyRocks]

mishrocks: Planting my knee on your socialistic slit rewards me with sights and sounds that actually start to rejuvenate---to a small extent---my battered and bruised body.  The achingly powerful fuckal groan that pours from your mouth is like a choir-tinged anthem to the glory of all that is fudge, and the grimace as your face contorts makes me smile.  Unfortunately, a faceful of foamy saliva is the price I pay, and after the initial grotesque shock wears off, I get to my feet, still clutching your ankles, and start to walk backwards---dragging you along the metal-plated catwalk, as we slowly make our way to the phone.  The remnants of your torn skirt ride up your sexy body as I pull you, those muscles, smooth legs running from toe mtc

mishrocks: to skimpy panty-line.  Your breasts, freed from the shambles of your bra, jiggle as I move backward slowly with each step.  Turning my head quickly, I see the phone welded to the steel column that is attached to the railing, its old-fashioned speaker/receiver dangling at the end of the coiled, springy cord, on the other side of the railing, swaying over the 20 or so foot drop to the factory floor below.  With each step back, i let out  little grunt---the beating my body has taken tonight clearly taking a toll on my strength---it shouldn't normally be a problem to drag your partially clothed corpus the 15 or so feet---but each step backwards is a strain, I am finding.  And then, once we get to the phone, how do I keep you contained mtc

mishrocks: and retrieve the receiver from over the railing?  Well, one thing at a time.  yt

evasonet: I am truly a corpse right now.... Perhaps a zombified one... With the long, monotone growl and moan coming from my lips.... The twitching of my shoulders and shudders of my buttocks as they are dragged over the ridged and grated metal floor of the catwalk.... I don't even know what you are doing until we are 10 feet across, and I turn my head up to see the phone... But I just flail wildly; "NO!! FUCKING STOP YOU BITCH!! LET'S TALK!!!"

evasonet: But.... ha... I don't really think you're here to talk... My skirt now pretty much flipped up, covering my lower tummy all the way to my belly button, and exposing my blue thong with the Peace-logo on the front, amidst the cute white cotton frills of course.... I feel more humiliated, and thus, exponentially angrier.... Watching you get to the wall, and start to turn your head, still holding my ankles, but... you are reaching the dilemma, wanting to reach for the hanging headset, and the keypad to dial someone... But still refusing to release my ankles...

evasonet: Well, I'll make it much, MUCH easier for you.... As the moment the dragging stops, and my sore back rests against the cold metal, I tense my thighs, and try to PULL my legs back to me then THRUST them hard, hoping I can use my powerful legs to slam your body back into the wall (and maybe the phone set??) and with some luck, recoil you into a monkey flip over my head to share my not-very-comfy steel bed! otu

mishrocks: Another turn of the head---six more feet, it looks like, and I turn back, taking another backward step, grunting as I pull your body with me.  As I finish the step, and before I can take the next, those muscled legs throw off their dormancy, pulling back, taking me with them as I resolutely refuse to let go, and then, as I did moments ago, firing out like pistons, hurling me backwards, and at this point, the impact of your feet against my body jolts my hands wide open.  My back, cushioned now by nothing but the then strap of my bra, slams into the top metal railing, maybe about three and a half feet off the floor.  For a moment, my fears become concentrated that as I slam into the rail, I will tumble backwards over it and fall to the floor below.  mtc

mishrocks: But physics fortunately prevents my fatalistic fantasy, and instead I actually bounce off the railing and stumble back towards you, your feet simply waiting for me, pressing into my flat belly and lifting me, hurling me over you and sending me crashing down to the steel plates in back of you, slamming my spine onto the cold metal, knocking the wind from me momentarily.  UUUUNGH...is all I can muster for the moment.  yt

evasonet: I watch you staggering back and hitting the railing, and YES!! Fucking fall and melt into the foul magma that created you, like the Ring of Power... Or Gollum.... Whichever really you wanna be, I don't care... But instead, your body rebounds and into my feet, that were lounging there anyways, to take you on the little overhead flight to crash over my head... The impact rattling us both, and I grin wickedly.... Turning to my right, my kitty still hurting, and I look at you, your head inches from mine, your legs pointed in the opposite direction and I open my mouth, to say something clever.... I always have something clever to say but... *CLANGGG!!* What the fuck??
evasonet: The sound of metal smacking metal rises again, and with it, the floor panel we are laying on shifts, and drops few inches; "WOAAAHH!!" I gasp and reach up to grab at the sides, but before I do, the panel slides down again, dropping two whole feet, then aloud *CLANG*, as it gets stuck against one of the support beams and turns sideways, sending us, falling from a 5-foot height into the warm, swooshy tank below us!!! otu


mishrocks: My body contorts and goes a bit rigid as you expertly flip me over you and I crash onto the plated floor.  I start to writhe a bit, wanting to roll to my side, but as I move,  I feel the floor move as well, the plates start to slip, jostled too much, no doubt, by our ongoing battles.  Feeling like I'm on some cheap amusement park ride, my body drops, the plate still underneath, first at an angle, and then the plate starts to sway---its smooth metal surface providing very little friction, I---and you---start to slide, and before I can fully fathom what is happening, I am in brief freefall, bracing for the collision of my body with the floor below.  But the quick journey ends not with a CRASH, but with a SPLURP, as I fall face and chest first into a vat mtc

mishrocks: of warm, creamy, smooth NUTELLA!  Not even allowing me a moment to bask in the Augustus Gloop-like situation I am finding myself in, your body tumbles into the chocolate nectar a second later.  To me, this is heaven---the culmination of a lifetime culinary fantasy.  For you, I have to imagine, this is akin to a vegetarian being locked in a slaughterhouse.  A double-pumped smirk lights up my face---one as I lick some Nutella from my lips, and the other at the thought of your idealistic quandary right now.  But, I remind myself that nothing has really changed---you're a terrorist, and I am the last line of chocolate-covered defense.  Waiting for you to come to the surface, I stand in the huge cauldron, the Nutella coming up to about my waist.  mtc

mishrocks: Reaching down, I grab  handful of your hair and haul you upright, my right fist balled and screaming at your fudge-dripping face.  yt

evasonet: You're absolutely right.... For me, this is HELL... The kind of nightmares that I dreamt of intermittently the last few months leading to this operation.... The kinds where I have gotten everything right, and the escape exit is few feet away, but instead of feeling my feet weighted by lead weights or chained down, they were glued in place in a knee-deep pool of Nutella!!!  And while you landed face and chest first -- no doubt with your maw wide-open to gulp as much of it as possible, I landed on my back and butt, feeling it cushion the fall, but quickly my body sank down, while the splatter of brown rain propelled up and down to crash on my face and near naked chest!!

evasonet: And like someone who doesn't know how to swim flung in a kiddy pool, I flail around needlessly, kicking as the high-viscose fluid sticks to my skirt, and skin, and I yelp, turning around, feeling the floor beneath me, but still not getting the bearings to stand still.. Until of course, you air me by a strong ironed tug with your left hand.. And I actually feel grateful!! For real!! My face, covered completely in it like I'm in the finals of a mud-wrestling league, staring at you, and your raised fist.... Oh shit!!

evasonet: I quickly close my eyes and turn my head to the right sharply, my hands coming up quickly at your waist and I SHOVE you hard back, trying to deflect your incoming punch on the solid part of my skull, while pushing you off your feet to fall backwards in the pool! otu

mishrocks: Memories flood back into my brain at an alarmingly rapid pace as I throw a punch, covered in warm Nutella.  My days as a pie-fighter suddenly becoming vivid once again, battling through sweet, gooey, sensuously sinful filling after filling as I attempted to beat down my opponent.  That was for money---this was for---what?  Is this gooey bitch intending on killing me?  I jerk your head up and out of the chocolate, hanging on to your hair with my left, and tear my right fist straight at your face.  With cat-like reflexes, your hands shoot up between us to partially block the shot, and your head turns to the side, so all I do is graze the side of your skull.  But your hands don’t rest, slamming into my torso, shoving me backwards.  mtc

mishrocks: The viscous liquid allows me to slowly fall backward, my arms flapping in the goo to slow the fall even further.  As I sink back, I bring one arm in, clutching your wrist, pulling you toward me as I slowly float back.  Still in my Chucks, they weigh my feet down like cement, so I use one foot to pry off one, and then switch, leaving them on the bottom of the vat, and bring my legs up as I pull you down on me, hoping to wrap them around your waist as I clutch your wrist.  yt



evasonet: "AWWWWHHHH!!" Your fist blows into my skull, and it lands hard, but this is one of the things that I've learned during my boxing days.... The fist is much, much, MUCH weaker than a skull... And my trainer (who was also one of my three lovers, AND my pot dealer, but nvm that) taught me the truly mind-blowing tip, that in a fight, you should always lean INTO the punch!! The chances of making your opponent's hand hurt and make her regret punching you again is immense!! And that's what I do, but I guess I leaned too much and you didn't manage to hurt your knuckles as much.... But you still stumble and splash down, grabbing my wrist and PULLING me with you....

evasonet: My knees stumble forwards, my body bent down and I try hard to not fall, as your lower body just sinks into the nutella, leaving only your chest, bra, that's stained deep glossy brown now, and your arms.... "NO!! STOP PULLING ME YOU BITCH!! I HATE THIS STUFF!!" I yell at you, and swat my free arm at your face, but my fear of getting dowsed into the Sugar-bomb nectar makes me miss, allowing you ample time to slip your feet out of your shoes and like the arms of the Kraken, your legs shoot up, wrapping around my waist and I have NO choice but to fall now, right into you!!!

evasonet: "GRRAAHHH!!!" My body drops, and I plunge down to my waist atop of you, my right arm captured, but my left moves up in the air, and I SWING it down, trying to smack my palm right over your lips and nose, to flatten them both against your face and SHOVE down, to drive your head under the surface; "You love it so much?? Why don't you fucking EAT YOUR WAY OUT OF IT BITCH!" otu

mishrocks: Drawing you into me, we both slowly sink into the Nutella, and, my feet now unfettered, my legs rise through the brown goo to envelope you, curling around your waist, ankles slipping over each other as I try to lock them in place and begin to squeeeeeeze you.  Your screams confuse me at first---I mean, it's not as if we're in a cauldron of acid or something...I mean, it's CHOCOLATE!  But  you scream and writhe as if we are surrounded by piranhas.  As I start to build the pressure around your waist, I also begin to twist your captured wrist, trying to spread my assault to as many fronts on your body as possible.  That is, until you slam your palm directly over my face and push me down, submerging me below the surface of the mtc

mishrocks: Nutella.  As soon as my head gets pushed under, your screaming becomes muffled, and I quickly begin to panic.  Releasing your captured wrist, I use that hand to grab your other wrist to try and pry it off my face.  Lungs already burning for air, I open my mouth, feeling your palm and fingers pressing against my lips.  Twisting my mouth, I try and capture one of your finger between my teeth, not biting hard, but wanting to trap it and alert you as to what I will do unless you let me peel your hand off my face so I can surface.  yt

evasonet: I can't really feel much of what's still on my body, and what was peeled off... I 'know' that my skirt is still somewhere around my waist.... I 'think' that my panties are in place.... But I'm totally certain that my bra was snagged off during the fall... Which is... making me feel even more like a drunken college brat mud-wrestling for her boyfriend fraternity during Spring Break. But, it's for the greater good, and I will just have to... endure it... Your legs clamping tightly on my sides, and what the FUCK, do they use your legs to crack the hazelnuts open or something?? It feel my body splitting in half, prompting me to smack and dunk your head down under the chocolate, and I see a small whirlpool down along with it...

evasonet: Funny, almost like you're trying to SUCK your way out of this situation, but I mean, considering that for someone like you, 'sucking' is what got you everywhere in life, it's understandable... You let go of my wrist and I move my hand down to grab the middle of your bra.. Not really to disrobe you, but to get some leverage, staring at the perky hills of your chocolate covered breasts now, watching them tense and firm up, as you flex your pecks and "AWWWHH!!!" You capture my finger in your teeth and I cuss; "BITCH!!!" But I doubt you can hear me, but the message is clear and I immediately pull my hand back up, to allow your head to surface...

evasonet: But as we do... I capitalize on the disorienting and asphyxiating factors of sinking under the WATE---ERRR CHOCOLATE, and I push my bare feet against the floor of the tank and lift UP hard, twisting to the right and tossing my left leg up and over your waist... Using my right handed grip on your bra to YANK up, trying to turn myself around, and spin you, to turn this into a Boston-Crab and sit on the base of your spine, shoving your face under the Nutella again! otu

mishrocks: The mere touch of the edge of my incisors against your finger appears to convey the message, and your pressure on my face disappears, allowing me to surface.  I reflexively open my mouth as I clear the Nutella, letting your finger slip out as I suck in air, noticing that your other hand is now under the surface, pawing at my bra.  Breathing is the focus right now, and as I draw in breath, I give a quick pulse around your waist, just to remind you I still have you trapped.  Until that is, you twist your body, heaving me up, draping your leg over my waist, and then twisting BOTH of us, you reverse us, jamming the top half of my body back under the surface, face hitting the bottom of the vat, my legs trapped in your arms, back being bent in a mtc

mishrocks: manner that the spine was not designed for.  The pain intense, I want to scream, but my mouth is kissing the vat floor, three feet of warm Nutella above me.  I wiggle and thrash my legs in an attempt to free myself, my arms flailing to the sides, feeling your feet anchored.  I paw at your muscled calves, straining to keep me bent backwards unnaturally, and I trace my hands up the backs of your calves, to your thighs, the undersides parallel with the Nutella surface.  My hands meet at your ass, and in a last ditch effort borne of pure desperation, I curl my fingers into the fabric of your panties and try to pull your body backwards into the chocolate.  yt

evasonet: We turn over, my mind racing to the old days in our little 'guerilla warfare' class we had when I was a member of P.E.T.A. A really nice bunch... Super nice, but greatly misunderstood!! I mean, all the rage about them bombing animal shelters and fur factories and the likes, while ignoring the atrocities taking place inside them... Ah well.... Sweet, sweet bunch... And kudo's to them for showing me this little nifty trick!!! Of course, I didn't wanna hurt their feelings telling them that it's a really known Wrestling move, that would hardly come in handy in an actual fight... But what do you know!!! Here I am, bending this mega-bitch into a human knot, letting you feel the tightness of my buttocks on your spine, while shoving your face DEEEEEP under the nutella...

evasonet: But intentions don't make perfect moves, and if I took more time figuring out where to put my hands, I would have had way more success than this... One fist grabbing your bra, pulling it DOWN, and I'm sure it's way below your girls now, while the other is wrapped awkwardly around your right thigh don't amount to much... Especially when your left leg is just flailing almost freely, and your hands find my panties pulling them UP, and wedging it into my crack and pussy; "AWWWHHHH!!!!"

evasonet: I inch up on my toes, and your free leg kicks once again, and I gasp, my feet sliding from under me, and I go flying to PLOPPPPPP into the Nutella to your right, diving down underneath it!!! otu

mishrocks: Getting a firm grip on your panties, my spine feeling as if it will snap, my lungs screaming for oxygen, I jerk the fabric first up into you, wedging it as far in as I can, hoping the thin garment tears at your innards a bit, and then I pull it back,,  my free leg kicking and flailing in the chocolate, and.......DOWN you go, sinking into the sweet brown morass, my leg slipping from your grip, and I push on the floor of the vat with both hands to push myself up and once again break the surface.  Gasping and coughing, doing something I never could ever imagine doing in my life---spitting OUT Nutella, I wheeze and gasp as I suck in air again and try to regulate my breathing.  That little reverse move proved to me that you are a far mtc

mishrocks: more dangerous foe than I had thought, and simply resting and recuperating after each assault is going to get me killed.  Moving to the side, still coughing, I greet you as you emerge from the gooey depths, draping my right arm around your neck and pulling you into my side, pressing my forearm into your throat as I try and anchor myself to the cauldron floor securely, planting my soles.  My left hand slides over to grab my right wrist, tightening the hold, and I start to drag you to the side of the cast iron vat, wanting so much to ram that cranium of yours into the unyielding metal.  yt

evasonet: My body dives down under the surface, and this time, there is NO avoiding it, my mouth is wide open and a deep flow of Satan's favorite food slips into my throat, and... mm..... that... tastes... GOOD.... Gawd!! What the... No! NO NO NO!! This is how they get you hooked!!! I push my hands and feet against the bottom of the tank and I rush up, my long lashes webbed with nutella, and right now, there is really no way to tell us apart, unless someone REALLY focuses on the chest area on our bodies.... And as I emerge, I see you right there, your right arm tossing over my neck and you PULL me in a side-headlock; "NNNGGGHHH!!! FUCK!!!" I cuss, your lock suddenly tightening with your other arm grabbing it, and you TWIST us around....

evasonet: My eyes widening as I stare at the side of the tank, and with the way my legs are loose beneath me, I have no way to stop you... My right arm coming up as fast as I can; "AWWWW!!!HHH!!!" My elbow slamming into the metal hard, and I feel the electric jolt of static travel up my arms, but it helps cushioning my head, that slams into my forearm... And even that, it fucking HURTS me... "... BITCH!!" I moan in pain, and I feel you tightening even more... Your right tit, exposed now, pressing against my cheek and... is that.. is that your nipple poking me in my fucking eye???

evasonet: I can't even begin to describe the humiliating, as I feel you heave again, no doubt ready to slam my head again for the finisher... And my desire to LIVE is further augmented by the need to not meet my maker in a pool of Nutella... I keep my right arm up, my left dipping down, and sliding around you, and UP between your legs, my fingers spread, and I don't really have to spend much time finding the soggy front patch of your thong.... My wrist resting against your crack, I just PUSH my finger-ends against the fabric, trying to gouge and poke at your concealed labia and I tighten my hand in a CLAW. otu

mishrocks: A deep, resonant GONG echoes through the factory floor as your skull, even buffered by your hand, slams into the side of the vat.  I feel you stagger at the impact, and I tighten the hold around your neck, first, to keep you upright and pressed against me, and second, to continue weakening you, as you did me, through asphyxiation.  The headlock positions your face at just the right height so that your mouth and nose are precisely at the surface of the gooey concoction.  I twist my torso in preparation for another skull-to-cast-iron introduction, when I feel your hand slip below the surface and slide up my inner thigh, your fingers pressing into my kitty, and as soon as I feel them, I tense, wanting to bring my legs together mtc

mishrocks: quickly but unable to due to the thickness of the Nutella.  Your fingers morph into claws, razor sharp nails slicing into my sheer panties and you begin to gouge at me mercilessly.  "OH YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" I howl, twisting sharply and ramming your head into the side again, hoping I can do it quickly enough so that you can’t get you other hand up in time, AND that the impact stuns you enough to loosen your talons.  yt

evasonet: I'm already half-dazed from the first impact... My right arm, resting against the vat wall.... Pressed against it, grunting, and feeling you *rolllll* your shoulders tighter, to crank more pressure on my throat and windpipe, bending my neck, and I croak out, drooling a bit, and feeling your right breast press tighter against my face, almost taunting me... My left hand sliding up and clawing your crotch, I hear you YELP and scream, clearly in pain, but you still manage to muster a last surge, channeling the pain in one fluid motion, turning us again, and GONNNGG!!!! My skull slams once again into my right forearm, but this time, with MORE force, making me grunt and slump down a bit, my paw opening off your crotch... Stunned... otu

mishrocks: Mercifully, the second slam into the wall of the vat seems to have done some damage, as the impact is not even met with a verbal response, but rather a slumping of your body against mine, and you fingers simply flutter down against my thigh, easing up on my battered cocoa-flavored kitty.  Feeling I may be wresting some control over this fight---and you---finally, I walk us closer to the edge of the vat, trying to figure, once again, how to keep you trapped, yet get the REAL security folks here to incarcerate you.  I look up at the lip of the vat---each vat rises 5 feet, so I need to stand on my tiptoes in order to barely peer over the top of the cauldron.  Clearly, I'd need to climb out of this to get help, and to do that I'd need to release you.  Hmmmm....   mt

mishrocks: Taking  a page from your own book (the Koran?  Who knows...) I push your bent-over body in front of me, quickly releasing the headlock, and keeping my hands on the back of your head, maintaining the bent-over position.  Pressing your head down lower, your face fully submerged in the Nutella, I walk on tip toes forward a bit until my thighs frame your face, and then I squeeze, trying to hold you down with a standing head scissors (or whatever it's called).  Pulling my hands from your head, I try and secure your wrists in my hands, knowing that if free, my hold will be tenuous at best.  yt

evasonet: The slamming of my head against the steel... rattled me at the very least.... Right now... I'm seeing dark and white spots all over my vision... There is a drumming in my head, and my brain feels like it's pulsating in a throbbing heartbeat, that is threatening to break my skull like an egg's shell!!! But... Why would that happen?? When I have you, the fucking Wicked Witch of the West in presence!! You just release my neck and I almost crash down to my knees, but instead, you hold me and slide your thighs around my head, the smooth, cocoa-coated thighs slicking and pressing on my ears, and you begin to tighten them hard, your arms reaching and finding my wrists....

evasonet: And while you wrest my right one with ease, my left one, defies you, diving DOWN, and I try to conceal it under the Nutella... And right now, it's my first, middle, and last line of defense, as you start to SQUEEZE my head hard between your powerful limbs... "MMMPPHHHGGHHH!!!" My face submerged under the Nutella, that is slowly starting to slosh in, and fill in the small gaps that the air could reach me from, and what's worse is.. I'm forced to.. swallow... more, and more of it.. AND I AM ENJOYING IT!! FUCK!!!

evasonet: But at the very least, I can associate this velvety, smooth taste with asphyxiation, head scissors, and BITCHES.... You have my right arm up in the air... And I think for myself... Well... I can't fucking STAND up like this, but... I can probably take YOU off your feet... So instead of fighting you, I just drop down to my knees, letting them hit the floor of the tank, and I slide my left arm further down, feeling for your right foot, finding it, and from there, the very obvious big toe, grabbing it, and I give it a sudden YANK and TWIST, jerking it in it's socket, and immediately pulling my captured right arm BACK, trying to take you forwards and 'into me', for an over-the-shoulder toss, to land face-first into the Pool! otu

mishrocks: Trying to crush your neck within the vise of my tightened thighs, pressing your face into the Nutella pool. Knowing---actually seeing---that you are slurping some of into your greedy maw as a way of lowering the level so as not to drown, I manage to secure one of your wrists, but the other eludes me, hiding under the surface.  i fear another attack coming against my kitty, but at least this time, my legs are closed---around your neck!  I feel your body weaken, dropping to its knees, your head still secured between my legs.  Your free hand slide across my ankle, alighting on my foot, and for a bizarre moment I wonder if you're trying to tap a submission---but I quickly dismiss that, as this is a fight for survival, not some wresting match!  mtc

mishrocks: But your deception knows no bounds, as your fingers curl around my big toe and jerk it up and then twist it, while at the same time pulling your trapped arm back, pulling me forward, balancing on one foot.  Trying to maintain my balance, I am teetering, fighting against you, until you start to come up again from your knees, lifting me off the floor just enough with your back, and I topple forward, over your shoulder, my face denting the surface of the Nutella.  BUT, I manage to keep my legs around your neck, so as you stay on your feet, bent over at the waist, your neck trapped in my thighs, I am draped over your shoulders, my breasts pressing into your lower back, my chin resting against the top of your ass cheek.  My arms simply hanging, I wrap them around your waist and squeeze, pulsing your neck between my thighs.  yt

evasonet (12/9/2015 7:03:22 PM): Deception wins wars!!! And I'm in a war against your soul-less, crushing, capitalist, lard-injecting machine!!! So, all is fair!! Including pussy-claws and toe benders!!! Heck, I'll return that bite favor to you REAL soon -- if I can!! But right now, I balance you on my shoulder, and thank God that you weight as little as me, if not even less!! And As my head emerges over the Nutella surface, GASPING for air, then hacking and coughing, as the strings of the sweet, sweet choco enters my windpipe and throat.... I feel your arms suddenly tightening around me as I turn, your legs, relocking again, and you CLAMP around me, hugging my tummy and forcing me down again....

evasonet (12/9/2015 7:03:29 PM): My knees hitting the floor moments after leaving them, and we look right now like a couple of Chinese contortionists.... Your legs thrust over my shoulders, and your unmentionables pressing tightly against the back of my neck!!! Slowly sinking down, your weight taking us down as my head begins to dip again under the surface... The pressure on my neck just rising.... My hands moving up and I slide them around your thighs.... Pushing my fingers into the small gap in front of my face, and feeling the balled up muscles there. They feel like steel cords... Confirming my theory that you ARE a Cyborg of sorts.... And it's time to see how far did they technology advance, and if this heartless evil thing can feel PAIN.

evasonet (12/9/2015 7:03:36 PM): I slowly curl my fingers, and I SHOVE their ends into your thigh muscles. Not focusing on the muscles themselves, but rather, on the gaps between them, burrowing my fingers and clamping my thumbs on the thick quads, pinching them, and I pullllll my arms outwards.... Grimacing and using my strength to peel your legs open just a bit, before we sink like the Titanic into this Chocolaty ocean. My head barely above the surface, freeing my neck JUST a bit to let your body slink even lower, and I THRUST my body back, taking a deep breath, and shoving my curvy buttocks outwards, trying to land them on your face, to trap your head underneath me, at the bottom of this sugary sea!!

mishrocks (12/9/2015 7:13:09 PM): A witch..No, not A witch.   THE witch!  That's your code name, your identity, how the established world of confectionary concoctions knows you.  And what an apt moniker!  Just when I think I have you---crushing your neck between my thighs, draped over your back, chin pressed into your lower back just above that tight ass of yours, squeeeeeezing your waist with my arms, wrists locked---You use whatever dark chocolate magic you have at your disposal and heave us backwards, both us submerging into the warm, flowing Nutella, my head softly banging onto the bottom of the vat, my face fully under C (for chocolate) level.  And that tight ass, donning only the skimpiest of shredded panties pasted to its cheeks, coasting up my fudge-lubricated mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 7:19:34 PM): body in what I can only imagine in your mind is the final knell if my valiant effort to save the product.  Essentially, if I don't drown by chocolate, I'll be suffocated by your derriere.  Neither prospect holds joy for me, and I writhe, my focus on, of course, getting my head to the surface!  As your ass slides back over my chest and starts toward my neck, my hands, having come apart and away from your waist as you flipped us back, push out in front of me---the heels of my hands pressing into your lower back, where my chin had been only moments ago, as I try to halt your progress.  At the same time, I bring my chocolate-covered legs up, bending at the waist, moving them into a classic rookie position, trying to plaster them mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 7:21:18 PM): into your face, or chest, or anywhere to try and knock you off me so I can get back to the surface.  Oh sure, you can try and trap them with your hands and lock them down, but then that means my hands can go to work on you, as I am just about to.    yt



evasonet (12/9/2015 7:24:09 PM): How did I do it?? I don't know.... This certainly was not taught in the Guerilla Warfare classes my friends and I got into, right after Burning Man 2013..... But regardless, I still feel fucking PROUD of myself, as I feel your face under my tushie, and despite me, I still *have* to shift my hip immediately, right and left, to just RUB your cheeks with my *cheeks*, and feel the nudge of your pert nose lifting the string of my thong further up my crack.... I don't know why, but it just felt GOOD, and that means it must have felt exponentially horrid to you!!!!

evasonet (12/9/2015 7:26:11 PM): Your hands fall off my waist, and I slide my own arms down, trying to find your hands, but.... I'd have a better chance finding your wrists at midnight a 1,000ft under the Ocean's surface.... The light brown whippy fluid is making it impossible to see anything, and it's viscosity making my arms too slow, by the time my fingers reach the place on my hips, your hands are no longer there... Fuck... Well, I guess I can just sit like this, perfectly balanced on your face, until your batteries run out or something.... Unless.... you're Nuclear powered... Then I'm screwed!!!

evasonet (12/9/2015 7:28:47 PM): But before I get to enjoy my position -- too much -- Your legs shooting and your choco-covered and flavored feet splat on my right cheek and lips, smearing them with the arching my body back; "PPPfffffttttttttttoooooooooooooooo!!!" I groan, my arms reaching up immediately to find your ankles, and I grab them, at least above the surface, they are much easier to see and find, and I PULL your legs up and outwards, fighting with them, and trying to throw them behind my head, to let them sink under the thick fudge..... If they do, chances you can kick them up again would be very limited, judging by its thickness! otu

mishrocks (12/9/2015 7:35:49 PM): Predictably, you try and grab my ankles---hell, I would too.  Fighting with my legs as my body bucks and writhes under you, air rapidly being depleted, my arms are free---as was my intent.  Sliding my left up your smooth back---by feel alone---I don't dare open my eyes submerged in this opaque glop---I trace the curve of your spine, bending from side to side as you try and control my legs, and stretching, I feel my sticky fingers break through the surface, and with a little bit more, tangle into that ratty hair of yours.  Wrapping it around my palm, I JERK your head back and down, trying to knock you backwards off me, using my feet to aid the cause.  yt

evasonet (12/9/2015 7:40:09 PM): I grab your legs and shove them back, but... wow... you have amazing control on them, and as I saw briefly when your top was ripped off, some of the finest abdominal lines I've seen... Your legs swoosh past my shoulders, then return again... You clearly know what will happen if you loser control and succumb to gravity as I am trying to send your legs back.... And you fight for dear life... But... It's ok, I have all the time in the worrrrrrrrr---AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

evasonet (12/9/2015 7:42:06 PM): Your hand grasps my locks.... You grab the choco-caked tresses, and the thickness of the good covering my hair makes me not notice it at first until you YANKKK down, jerking my head back, giving my neck one heck of a whiplash, and your legs come with the assist, using the distraction of my arms and smack on my chin and upper chest, sending me FALLING backwards with a dull *TWHOOOOOOOPPP!!* into the nutella, a large splat bobbing into the air, while my body hits the surface and hangs there for a split second before SINKING down, your legs still pushing me down, and my head forced backwards by your hair grip! otu

mishrocks (12/9/2015 7:47:34 PM): As I jerk your head back, pushing with my feet, you slide off me, your ass hitting the bottom of the vat first, and as I maintain my grip on your hair, pulling and then pushing you down, I slide out from under you and heave my torso upwards.  The feeling of relief as your body sinks down, heaved back by my yanking of your hair, is only secondary the feeling of air upon my face as I push my body up and out of the Nutella---like some Swamp Thing rising to feed---only for me, it's to suck down air. mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 7:53:30 PM): But I have the presence of mind to maintain my grip---now kneeling in the chocolate pool, trying to regulate my breathing, I hold your head under the surface, my fingers entwined in your locks.  I have no intention of killing you---unlike your motives I think---but I need to incapacitate to you for sure.  Your writhe and struggle under the surface, and I know I can't keep you in this position for too long at all.    So getting to my feet, still pushing your head down under the surface, I walk---slowly forcing my legs one step at a time through the gooey chocolate, dragging you submerged body behind me, towards the side of the vat.  Arriving in what seems like hours but was probably only moments, I once again jerk your head by the hair, mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 7:55:18 PM): only this time straight up, hauling your slightly bigger body up, your head above the surface, and slam the back of your head into the cast iron side of the cauldron.  Curling my free hand into a fist, I try and pump three shots into your tight, but now heaving, tummy to try and keep you winded.  yt

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:03:38 PM): Once again, this little she-beast manages to bring me DOWN, and HARD..... My arms sway wildly before they sink down along with my body to the bottom, feeling your body slithering from under me and away... Pushing my elbows to the bottom of the Vat to rise, is met by a swoosh from your feet, that I'm not sure was intentional or accidental, then a jerk on my hair, to keep me down.... My mouth pressed shut, and yet, the choco is oozing into my nose and ears, as you seem determined to make me drown in this hideousness!! Then, I feel the yank on my hair, my body twisting and kicking, dragging along the vat's floor... Creating a deep canyon behind me, that gets quickly re-filled by the glob....

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:05:40 PM): My head suddenly jerked UP above the surface... and I gasp, my eyes shut by the goo, arms flailing, my left arm hitting something soft'ish, your hip, and I slide my arm around it immediately for grip... While my right elbow.... hits something hard... And memories that are still fresh, from your nasty side-headlock that you had on me only minutes ago, and your attempts to slam my head into the side of the vat, not once, but twice come surfacing to my mind... And well, I don't have to be a freaking genius to know that you're trying to complete the tres on this head-bashing into cast-iron repertoire of yours!!

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:07:26 PM): My right arm shoots up and I slide my forearm behind my head JUST in time before the skull-cracking impact, and yet, it still hurts like a MOFO; "AWWWW!!" But in doing so, I leave my torso completely and fully exposed to your fist, that slams into my abs, not once, not twice, but THREE times!! "UUUUNGGHHH!!! GGHHHH!!! NNGGHHH!!!" My body curls up, and my left arm holding your torso tightens, clutching on top and trying to double to protect my abs.... My back to the wall of the vat, I know I'm in trouble, and I better do something... FAST.....

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:09:03 PM): My left hand, suddenly shooting up, smacking at the side of your head, not really a slap, it's just to feel it up, your hair, your cheek, the side of your nose, and from there, I slide it further up to the top of your head, pressing my palm on it, I grunt, and using my feet, I SHOOT my body up, like a submarine launched ballistic missile, rising up, and I try to slam the top of my skull into the underside of your jaw, using my skull to deliver this devastating upper-cut! otu

mishrocks (12/9/2015 8:17:29 PM): Three unanswered shots to your gut bring you down---almost.  Bent over, draped over my fist, you're in trouble---we both know it.  Amazingly, your left hand darts up from below the surface, and I instinctively flinch backward, fearing a fist to the face.  But instead, you merely paw at the side of my face a bit, like a really disoriented Hellen Keller trying to read hidden Braille in my chocolate-covered facial features, and after a moment, your hand lays on top of my head, your palm pressing down.  You're setting me up for something, I know---since the first punch, nothing you have done has been pointless or random. 

mishrocks (12/9/2015 8:35:42 PM):   I cock my arm back, ready to pump more fists into your gut, when using your coiled leg muscles and your lower back, you rocket up from your doubled over position.  My fist en route to your tummy for another three-fer, it slams into the top of your skull, scalding pain blistering through my hand as my balled fingers are no match for your skull.  In retrospect, the botched punch may have saved me, as without it, you may have taken my head clear off with your skull.  I take  a step back and shake my hand trying to make the pain stop as I see you stagger back, the punch apparently having hurt your head as well.  Pressing my back into the side of the vat, I jump as much as I can, as much as the gooey mess will allow me to, mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 8:37:01 PM): my good hand and my pained hand up over my head, and I try to grab the rim of the cauldron, just enough so I can bring my legs up, off the floor, pulling them to the surface of the chocolate, bending my knees, and firing my cocoa-covered soles straight at you.  yt



evasonet (12/9/2015 8:40:58 PM): My hand paws at the side of your face... My right arm wrapped around you... I can feel your hazel-nut caked breasts brushing against my face... And I breathe hard, gasping in pain... My teeth clenched.... Thick saliva-goo'd Nutella stretching down from the point of my chin, and I give your waist a little *hug* and thrust up... But instead of hitting your chin, my skull collides with your fist, and I GROAN in pain, the trajectory diverting both my head and your punch, and your own fist end up smacking your cheek and sending you staggering back, losing your grip on my hair, and I stumble back, my back slamming into the wall of the vat...

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:42:50 PM): My arms toss outwards fingers wrapping around it to stop myself from SINKING down, and I just moan, eyes shut, my skull KILLING me... And I have to give it credit, this is the SECOND time my skull saves me from being demolished by you today... But as the pain rocking my head waves the 'concussion' flags, I know I better put an end to this... FAST.... I glance up, and I see you  leaning against the vat, and I push off, ok Ewa... all you need is... one punch to her smug face, or a kick... or a knee or anything to knock it back into that wall and "OOOOOMMMPPHHH!!!"

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:44:38 PM): I seem to miscalculate the length of your leg, or perhaps it's because I'm seeing... Quadruple right now.... But the feet slam up right into my already sore abs, and I grunt, doubling over; "AAAHHH!!!" Eyes shutting in absolute pain, my arms wrapping around my waist... cradling the back of your calves, your feet still pushed into my abs, and I just... fall back, and as I do... I tighten my *hug* on your legs, trying to YANK them with me, and cause your body to fly off the wall of the cauldron, and make you sink down as well! otu

mishrocks (12/9/2015 8:48:30 PM): I hit you  a little lower than I would have liked---aiming for head or chest, I ended up with slamming my feet into your abs.  Not a big deal, though---the constant punishment they are enduring can only benefit me.  Once again, the impact causes you to double over, and despite what must be massive disorientation, you have the presence of mind to wrap your arms around my calves, pulling me off the wall, and as you fall back, I follow, feet trapped in your arms, I start to get pulled down once more time.  mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 8:53:22 PM): As my back slides into the Nutella, your arms cradling my shins right above the ankles, I try and bend at the waist and bend my knees, bringing  my body much closer to you.  My hands reach out as your chest presses against my legs in that tight hug, and I try to grab your head--once again by that  fudge-drenched mop of yours, to pull YOU closer to me---opening my knees, trying to pull your head in between to do a little nut-cracking of my own---starting with your skull. yt

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:54:25 PM): Each time I fall into this pool of Concentrated Diabetes Serum, I get that grim feeling in my gut, that it will be my last time!! That I would not rise again.... But this time, that knot in my stomach is enormous, thanks to the four consecutive shots to my mid-riff, five I'm to count your feet separately!!! And besides knocking me off my feet, you seem to have *completely* knocked my air out, and this time, I dive underwat-errrr.... Under-tella.... with ZERO air in my lungs.... A very foreboding reality!! I fall on my ass, my legs stretched towards you, my body folded over, my naked chest grinding against your shins, and your legs stretched over mine, sandwiched between them and my chest....

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:56:12 PM): And as that happens, I just open my arms, releasing your legs... I need to claw and paw my way up. I need to take my next breath... or else.... And as I try to do it, I feel that grip on my hair again... not one..... but TWO grips, so close to my skull, your fingers are gouging and scrapping at my roots, tugging me forwards, and I you would have heard my pain-filled groan, if not for the poor sound-transitive properties of your favorite diet.... Yanking me forwards, further bending my already agonized abs, and as your legs slide up, around my head, I feel the hard bones of your kneecaps pressing against my skull, right on my ears....

evasonet (12/9/2015 8:58:30 PM): I gasp, my eyes opening, and so is my mouth... Because it's just... reflex..... There is NO logic to trying to breathe or suck in air down there... But my body and rattled brain are completely out of synch... My hands moving up to press between your thighs, pulling, trying to part them, but from this angle, your legs are in a perfect stretch, and my fingers keep slipping off your smooth, hazelnutty thigh flesh..... The pain ramping on my ears, the cartilage crushed to my head, and the pressure on my skull rising, bit, by bit..... My hands move down, and I start to tap on your hips... but.... the fluid is too thick... and... I can't actually tap... My hands just slowly swimming to touch your flesh... once every 5 seconds.... otu

mishrocks (12/9/2015 9:05:01 PM): Between my formal introduction of your skull to the sides of the cast iron vat, compounded by my knees cracking into the side of your head---your brain is feeling the load right about now, it appears.  Your hands feel as if they are randomly moving up and down my body---looking for a weakness perhaps, trying to find a handhold maybe.  Opening my knees slightly, I reposition your head and then slam them closed again, the hard, dense bone of my kneecap thundering into your temples.  Your hand glides against my hip, and I steel myself, waiting for an attack that doesn't come.  I feel I may have the upper hand now, but it's precarious---I need to be able to contain you enough so that I can get out the vat and get help!  And you're too mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 9:09:33 PM): damned clever and wily for me to turn my back on.  Your head stll locked between my knees, I try and "backstroke" in the chocolate, using my arms to propel us backwards, wanting to get the wall again.  As we move slowly, I let me knees slack just a bit, and with my hand still lodged in your hair, jerk your head forward a bit more, so that as I close my legs, this time it's my thighs framing your neck, not my knees framing your head.  Squeezing them as I continue to try and move us back, I am hoping that the more malleable thigh muscles digging into the sides of  your neck will help keep you struggling to breathe and slow down blood flow to that pea-sized organ between your ears.  yt

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:15:12 PM): The pressure on my skull is just... brutal!!! I can't fucking think... I can't breathe, because well, there is no AIR to be breathed, and unless I develop some gills now and learn how to convert Sucrose into Oxygen, that won't change much!!! I feel you shifting, dragging us, still holding my hair and head, locking and rubbing my nose against the bottom of the Vat.... And I can feel the old, the REALLY old and crusty chunks of the glop cracking and sticking to my face, before we reach the wall and you raise us... Well, you rise all the way up, but me, my situation doesn't change much... Still hacking, gasping for breath, capturing JUST enough in the ripples your thighs make as they move, to keep me conscious... UNFORTUNATELY!!

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:17:19 PM): You bring me up to my knees, my skull pressed against the wall, and now, your thighs are crushing my neck... My fragile, vulnerable neck... My hands move up breaking the water, and I slap-slap-slap at your exposed chest.... Smacking on the perky tits of this demolition-machine... But not really to hurt, but more of a tap-out gesture... My mouth open, the Nutella seeping in, choking me, my eyes shut tightly, my body slowly relaxing, succumbing to the lack of oxygen, and my hands flop back into the Nutella.... passing out! otu

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:17:20 PM): (Bitch!)

mishrocks (12/9/2015 9:27:22 PM): your gooey fingers, slapping at my chest.  Is this a submission?  We're not WWe-ing, sugar booger---I pulse your neck, relax, and then pulse again---just because I can, and feel your body respond---a tensing of muscles from head to toe briefly rising to your tiptoes, your lips parting, a small stream of Nutella oozing in, and then ---nothing.  I watch as your eyes close and your body relaxes, and I know it---ad you--are done.  Another pulse for good measure, and seeing or feeling no resistance, I release you, opening my legs.  Gravity immediately starts to pull you down, so I yank your head up by the hair and keep it up above the surface as I prop you against the wall.  Letting you go, watching you to make sure you don't mtc

mishrocks (12/9/2015 9:30:39 PM): slide back down or topple over into the goo and drown, I curl my fingers around the rim of the vat and PUUUULL myself up, the weight of the Nutella making it hard.  I pedal my foot against the slick side, trying to get some traction, and finally claw myself up enough so that my foot can touch the rim as well.  Another glance back at you---some stirring indicating you're alive---but certainly not kicking---and I have no worries that you'll be able to scamper out of what has now become your chocolate-filled holding cell as I slosh over to the security phone.  yt

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:34:56 PM): I'm completely, and thoroughly *OUT*... In an utterly complete and final way.... My last thoughts before I pass out are not jail... Not imprisonment, not even the millions and millions of children that I have failed... Not mother Earth and the poor Cocoa plants that I was unable to save from the sharp sickle, or the acres of rainforest that will be demolished to raise more cocoa farms.... My final thoughts are about you... The fucking no-body, no-brainer, no-conscience BITCH who put an end to my grand plans and schemes..... The mini-Hitler who set a stop to it all, mainly by whooping my ass...

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:37:01 PM): My eyes are fluttering, slowly fading in and out from my serene, no-worries dreamland, where I am riding my unicorn across the free no-corporation plains.... Where I'm loved by all, and idolized by everyone.... Oh gawd, it's so sweet.... What a delicious dream.... My lips moving, my tongue moving unconsciously, staring upside down at your feet moving towards the security phone, leaving hazelnutty footprints.... Then passing out again, only to see you standing there talking to someone.... My eyes shutting, and when they open, you are on the floor, resting your back to the wall....

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:38:38 PM): All the while, warping back and forth from reality, to *MY* world where nothing can harm me, my tongue slowly lolls in my mouth, lapping the Nutella off my mouth walls, until they are clean.... my lips.... I don't even know what I'm doing, and I don't realize it, but the sweet taste is just augmenting my dreams, making them all the 'sweeter'.... The last time I open my eyes, I see 5 guards, two rushing to you to help you, while three rush to me, grabbing me and pulling me out of the vat, the sticky Nutella on my arms making me slip out of their grip, and the floor seems to be approaching REAL fast... and *THUNKKKK*
evasonet (12/9/2015 9:38:50 PM): (want me to continue wrapping it up, or do you wanna make a post?.... bitch  )

mishrocks (12/9/2015 9:39:28 PM): (you can wrap it--with a bow. )

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:41:48 PM): It's all over the news..... 'The Nutella Terrorist'....... 'Attack on Sweetness'..... 'The Choco-hater thwarted by brave 20 year old guard'.... The headlines didn't stop for weeks.... The trial... Was shaping up to be one of the most amusing ones this year.... The premise, and the fact that the suspect and the prime witness, are two hotties, AND were in a brutal catfight hyped it... And what made it even MORE hyped, is the leaked security footage, which went viral all over the internet of the fight.... Billions of views later, and it is still overloading and crashing servers everywhere....

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:44:41 PM): In the large spacious Courtroom... I sat there, next to my 2 attorneys... Shackled..... In a little training suit, a Green bandance with a piece sign on it... Shades indoors... Chewing gum, and popping it.... Annoying the judge, and the jury, who I know are all bought by Ferrero anyways... What are they gonna do, give me the Electric Chair??? And while cameras flashed, you walked up to the podium, the Prime Witness, and you sat there, to give your testimony.... Not stopping to chew my gum, I raised my arms up, handcuffed to each other.... My middle fingers sticking up at you.... As more flashes went off....

evasonet (12/9/2015 9:44:42 PM): The End.

[SusiKicksButt]

Ah. this must be where you sprained your ankle Ewa!
I'll have to finish reading this soon! Looks so totally awesome!

Thanks to the both of you for sharing! x

[Ewa S]

So this fight has a history....

Mish is a notorious Nutella fan, as evident and hinted in several of her other logs (if you haven't read them, go read them NOW!!). And when I told her that I didn't really see all the fuss, cuz I never had Nutella in my life; well, there was a mini-freak out. A bet was born, and with it, this fight.

The plan was simple; we'd come up with an outrageous Nutella-themed fight; with the following stakes: if I won, Mish would give up eating Nutella for a whole month. A particularly harsh settlement considering that 70% of her body weight is composed of it; and secondly because we finished this fight early December; which means that she would have a Nutella-free Christmas AND New Years.

If she won, well, I would have to buy and consume a jar of Nutella within said month. The stakes were high on both ends, and so, we came up with the scene; and the fun began!!

Needless to say; her kung-fu was stronker than my kung-fu; and her desire to win overwhelmed mine. I popped my Jar open on December 7th (or 9th), and it was gone before Christmas!! So I got both the treats of enjoying it for the first time AND for spending time with the most awesome opponent there is... Love ya Mishie :* :* :*

[coachzzz]

We interrupt this episode of “Nutella Wars” for a special message . . .

First, thanks to Ewa and Mish for another fun yarn.   But why do I have this urge to put Nutella on my shopping list now . . .?

For several years I have enjoyed the stories of the excellent writers who frequent the stories section of this forum.   The well-told and descriptive tales are a great source of entertainment and those authors are deserving of applause.  On the other hand, I have almost completely ignored chat logs of cyber fights.  They typically looked like “I hit you (yt), I hit you back (yt) . . .” and were frankly not interesting.   They were interesting to the participants, but they did not feel like a descriptive story to me and so I ignored them.

About one week ago I was tracing back the source of one of the stories in the stories section and it led me to this part of the forum.   What I found here were a multitude of chat logs that did not at all resemble my notions above.  What I found was detailed, free-form writing, and delicious story-telling by a number of talented people.  The variety and depth of the stories told here are wonderful, and are great to read, re-read, and re-read again.   Clever scenarios, witty writing, and a great deal of detail in the telling of the tales made me marvel at the talents shown.    Clearly the intense time commitment required to do these logs shows in creating these masterful works. 

All of you . . . all of you . . . ALL OF YOU who contribute here should be applauded for your talent, your creativity, your imagination, and your wits to create the tales told here.  I am only one person, but I hope I speak for many others who have derived significant pleasure from reading this collection.    Certainly some logs may appeal to certain people more than others, but they all show the labor of love that these stories must have felt like to the participants involved.  I absolutely have my own favorites, but I have seen very little so far that I did not care for.   Please note that I put this post in this specific thread since it is still toward the top of the forum and hopefully will be read by the authors currently working in this forum.  (That, and I did like the concept of this scenario.)

Lastly, thank you to all of you for your charity in sharing these logs with the public.  I understand the sacrifice of your privacy in publishing them, but those logs you choose to share with the world are cherished.   I now eagerly look forward each day to see if something new and exciting has been posted.  But even if you do not post, please continue to write these collaborative, free-form exercises for your own amusement.   You deserve to be praised for your efforts, even if that praise is confidential between you and your collaborator. 

I am grateful to all of the authors in this section for having the opportunity to read all of your works.

Thank you all.

We now return to our regularly scheduled mayhem . . .
   

[Nasty_Nami]

Another Sweet fight Hmmmmmm.....

[beautygonebad]

The amount of times I though that one of you had won that, only for the other to scrape herself back into the match was amazing. A great chat log, and everyone knows Nutella is horrible! Ewa, don't try it, you will only regret it, probably just as much as you regretted stepping into the jar with Mish!

Getting Nutella out of your hair will also take weeks, nobody thinks of the aftermath of these fights 

[lilfightingcutie2]

loved loved loved this fight!!!! It was funny and exciting and sexy and such an amazing match! Sorry ya lost ewa but ya did amazing and both of ya are such wonderful writers i just loved reading this from beginning to end! Thank ya both so much for sharing with us!!! and btw congrats ewa on finally trying nutella shoulda listened to Mish and just tried it, its yummy! Then ya wouldn't have gotten ya sexy butt kicked lol. Thanks again for sharing with us Mish and Ewa and i can't wait to read more from both of ya!!!! and definitely looking forward to our tie breaker Ewa

[BaneThePunisher]

I will never look at Nutella in the same way again.

And that is a marvelous thing.