The following tale is part 1 of a conclusion to a collaboration dreamt of by the twistedly witty mind of a little miss Jonica! I hope you enjoy the conclusion of our adventures - the following is Part 1 of the final and Jonica will soon follow with part 2!
For those who havn;t read and may be interested in the background of our hatred, here's the first instalment in order!
The Joni-Gemma WarsThe first section is a three part tale of how we started our hatred
Part 1 - Some fools never learn Written by the lovely (yet slutty) Jonica!
Part 2 - You did WHAT now? Written by ME!!!
Part 3 - Brit in the Bayou Written by Storm!
The second part is a 5 part mystery surrounding the Evil Emma Fox
Passionate Hatred Part 1 Written by Jonica!
Passionate Hatred Part 2 Written by Me!
Passionate Hatred Part 3 Written by Marie B!
Passionate Hatred Part 4 Written by Howardcosell!
Passionate Hatred Part 5 Written by Storm!
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And now... the final Chapters...
Lights sparkle all around me……
I drift through the air like I’m being carried on a breeze……
It really is beautiful……
Time is almost at a standstill as I sail through the cosmos, serene and tranquil……
I’m surrounded by oddly shaped stars and each one twinkles and dazzles with all the colour of the rainbow as they twist and turn……
The stars are all around me, caressing me… embracing me… gliding all around my body as I fly……
I see one of the stars approach me like a mischievous fairy, curios over this woman who ventured into it’s world……
As it gently brushes against the skin of my arm tiny red bubbles… a red mist trapped by my veins and skin joyously leap out for freedom and dance through the air in an arcing pattern of whimsy and glee……
Ouch!… You little Star cxnt!!!
“FUUUUUUCK!!!!!” I smash against the floor, my brief stint of anti-gravity coming to an abrupt end as I crash onto the hard tiled floor and come skidding to a halt covered in blood and pain
Of course I know now that far from sailing through the cosmos on a wave of tranquillity, I was actually sailing through a shop window at the behest of a very vengeful Jessika… and those mischievous stars that danced and paraded around me were the shattered remains of said shop window…
Fuck.
My.
Life.
A blow to the head can cause some pretty supernatural sights… 10 blows from Jessika? Pretty much fucked me up. But I bet you’re wondering where all this started… let me take you back to the beginning…
The Cast of Characters…Me: I’m Gemma! And when I’m not being thrown through shop window’s by nut cases, I like to drink, fuck and fight! And not always in that order. I hate her with a fury and venom that is hard to put into words… I also might love her… because of that I sometimes feel guilt when I beat the shit out of her… but luckily the joy I feel FAR outweighs the guilt!
Her: she hates me too… she’s Jonica, the little Cajun who could! (and by could I mean could go fuck herself for all I care…) she’s managed to get me into 8 of the most extreme, violent, life threatening fights of my entire life. All because she’s borderline retarded.
Him: he’s still with her, His name is Joe. I think he’s suspicious of me. I think it’s because he’s used to hanging out with incredibly stupid women…
My Nemesis: that’s Jessika. She likes hurting people and she’s awfully good at it. We had… conflicting views a while back and she has a grudge… she also has a right hook that has an uncanny ability to find it’s way to my face…
The Psychopath: That’s Emma Fox. She stole a story idea from Jonica… and because of that I’ve had my ribs broken twice been hit by a taxi and got my leg broke, had a Canadian knee my ribs so hard I couldn’t breath, ended up in hospital in Louisiana, had the absolute living shit kicked out of me by two professional athletes and now I’m getting thrown through a shop window… do you see why I hate Jonica now? She’s played by the beautiful Jenn Peccavi - Some say she’s the most evil moderator on fcf… some say she’s so cruel, she makes puppies cry… some say her temper is so foul, NASA’s trying to come up with an orbiting containment unit to free us all of her fury... (ok nobody said any of those things but I’m trying to build the tension damn it!!!)
The Trusted Ally: That’s Hawksmoor, he’s my friend and the only one I can trust seeming as Jonica wants to kick my arse and Joe thinks I’m untrustworthy… SCREW THEM!!! So long as I have Hawksmoor, I got all the help I need!
Act 1 (freedom?)
The Setting: walking down St Mary Street back in Cardiff
Life is starting to get back to normal now. I know it seems strange but that puts me on edge… I’ve spent so long looking over my shoulder and plotting my next course of action that it’s getting tough just doing everyday things… I was in Tesco buying some fruit and a woman reached for the same banana’s. I almost knocked her out! I can’t help but see everyone as a combatant. I’ve taken so many beatings and so much torture I’m built for war.
I actually need the fight. I need conflict and I need the rush. I fucking hate Emma Fox! She’s broken me more than I imagined. She’s taken away my ability to have a normal life! Everywhere I go I size girls up…
There’s a tall blonde with long, slender legs… leg drag take down. Elbow to the face then Figure 4 leg lock. Taps out in 10 seconds. Fight over in 40 seconds.
A short chubby red head… Soften her up with boxing, tire her out then sleeper for the finish. Fight over in 5 minutes tops
Gym freak, great body, brown hair… tough fight, start off boxing to measure her up if she takes it to ground, scissors and arm bar to keep her tired and powerless. When worn down, ground and pound then camel clutch for the submission… 10 minutes.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!!! I need to calm down… I need to get my head straight… I’ve been at the gym every day for the last 2 months… But do you know what is killing me more than anything else… what’s tearing me up inside… what keeps me awake every night and tormented every morning…
I STILL HAVN’T CUM!!!! I fucking hate Kayla.
But now I’m on my way to meet up with my ex. We broke up after I decided to go to Louisiana to beat the shit out of Jonica
“Why the fuck are you going there!!!” she raged
“Because that slut needs the shit beaten out of her!” I answered sharply
“you want to fuck her. Don’t you?” she growled, jealousy rearing it’s ugly head… I’m going all the way to America for Jonica and I wouldn’t even go to the ballet with Kelly… I knew that’d come back to haunt me!
“NO!!! OF COURSE NOT!!!” that was a lie… “I FUCKING HATE THAT cxnt!!!” that wasn’t
The argument raged on late into the night and we went our separate ways. I wasn’t really concerned. She was a psychopath. But needs are needs, and she has an unwavering ability to make me explode in an oh SO good way! So I’m meeting my psycho ex in the hopes of a quick fuck. I’m a horrible person I know.
But not as horrible as that bitch! SHE NEVER TURNED UP!!!! I sit in Barocco, nursing my pint, my hurt feelings and my longing crotch… I thought for a second I saw a familiar face pass the window? Could it… nah! don’t be stupid! I’m just on edge because I’m horny.
Secretly I know that’s not the only reason I’m on edge… Me and Jonica took the address Storm gave us to track down Emma Fox and there was nothing… I mean NOTHING! The house was levelled, $3.4 million of prime real estate gone… that was more scary than the hell we went through fighting Kayla and Marie B… She couldn’t have known we’d find her, so the fact that she’d destroy everything, not just empty but DESTROY… on a whim? That’s scary…
I down the last few gulps of my sorry pint and head on out, horny and alone… (that’s the worst kind of horny) although the day is quite lovely! I’m dressed in a short red & black tartan skirt with a black leather studded belt and a tight white vest top with my new rock boots and some fishnet stockings to complete my look. The sun is out and the women are scantily clad! Oh god I need sex! I make my way down the street and I get a tap on the shoulder. IT’S HER! SHE SHOWED UP! I think to myself. I spin on me toes to my left with the broadest smile on my face right into a crashing Right hook! I fly back, rocked onto my heels but still standing.
The world is a bit blurry as I stagger but my vision clears to reveal someone I hoped I’d never see again… Jessika… stood there in a smart skirt and blazer, dressed every bit like a business woman but her business isn’t so much fiscal as fistal… and she has a huge smile on her face. That is what terrified me the most… I could handle a scowl or a smirk or a grimace… but her smile made my blood run cold until I shivered.
“Hello cxnt” she chirps right before her left fist flies forward in a jab so fast it astonishes me! My hands have no time to react as her knuckles crunch into my right cheek bone rocking my head back again! For a jab, it had all the power of a straight cross! But I was still standing… she circled me and I started to get my wits about me and raised my guard
“Bitch I’m going to enjoy every second of this!” she sang with a glint in her eye. I didn’t doubt her for a second. She started to throw more punches and I was utterly defenceless! I can box! I’m not boasting hollow here, I’m good at it! But every blow was calculated and thrown with purpose. Maybe it was the surprise attack, I don’t know but I was getting pounded to death in the street and couldn’t stop a thing! Every punch I sent at her she blocked or dodged as if she knew I was throwing it before I did.
I lost count of the number of hits I took. A hard left to the solar plexus, a straight right to the face, another right to the ribs… I was being taken apart piece by piece. But I saw frustration in her eye’s… she was getting mad… why? I thought… then I realised it’s because I’m still standing! She was expecting me to be on the floor begging by now and although I’ve got no offence or defence left in me. I still got some fight left.
“You stubborn little BITCH!” she growled confirming my theory… she then grabbed me by my belt with her left hand as I stood there wavering, still managing to stay upright but my arms hanging limply by my sides useless and drained. She then started her slow and purposeful attack like the bass line to a relentless track she pounded me with her solid right cross again and again.
1.…2.…3.…4.…5.…6.…7.…8.…9.…10 punches in all, each one unanswered and each one finding it’s mark.
I was pretty sure this was the moment I was going to die. I know how mean she is and I know how much she hates me. I feel her hand release my belt and I stay standing, albeit by leaning against a parked car behind me but standing I was… If I’m going to die, it’ll be on me feet.
But as it turns out, Jessika had no intention of leaving me standing… she SLAMS a solid right uppercut into my belly! My back was against the car door and so my body had nowhere to fall back. The full force of the blow devastated me with such unrelenting ferocity that the car window I was leaning against smashed in on itself! The air was filled with the wails of the car alarm as it tried to alert it’s owner that it was under attack, but it wasn’t the victim here, I was. I of course doubled over and coughed. I noticed a little blood and tried to work out whether that was from my insides or my split lip… it didn’t really mater as I fully expect to be dead soon anyway.
Stepping to my left side Jessika grabbed my belt just above my arse with her right hand and griped my hair hard with her left hand. Then running as fast as she could she lifted me clean off the ground and hurled me into the 10’ by 10’ window of Howells!
Unfortunately Howells Department Store has toughened glass……… with an almighty thud my head, soon followed by my body, bangs into the solid window and I collapsed to the ground semi conscious. Jessika sighs having had her big finish stolen from her… but she’s nothing if not persistent! Three mighty hurls later and I find myself concussed and broken flying through the offending window much to Jessika’s glee.
I lay on the cold tiled floor, my breath laboured and ragged. Covered in blood and bruises and I see her ominous form lurk over me.
“Jonica’s next honey… see you in Louisiana if you’ve got the guts punk!”
I hear her words but at the time my beaten brain doesn’t quite understand them. I look at her raising my head then darkness takes me.
Act 2 (I hate my life)
The Setting: in a hospital bed in The Heath Hospital, Cardiff… possibly the grimmest place on earth
Beep……Beep……Beep……Beep……Well that sound tells me two things… either I’m in hospital, or a reversing truck is about to squash me… I slowly open my eye’s and the harsh tube lights of the hospital’s ER ward punish me for my daring. My eye’s hurt… my body hurts… my face hurts… even my hair hurts… but lets look on the bright side! At least I’m not getting run over by a reversing truck…
I look around me and a nurse sees me coming round then calls over a doctor. He’s pretty hot… and I’m suddenly aware that I still haven’t cum…
“Are you alright Miss Rox?” he asks in a deep voice, concern on his face
“Are you serious?” I fire back then mentally shout at myself for snapping at the only fit man I’ve seen in a while
“Yes, of course, I’m sorry. What I meant to say is are you in any pain now? And if so, where is the pain located?”
“Well my big toe on my left foot is fine… everything else is fucked” I joke back trying to make amends for the previous snapping
“I’m sorry to here that, we can give you something for the pain” he answers and waves over to an orderly
“NO! really I’m fine. The pain lets me know I’m alive. I’ll do without thank you.” I quickly reply and the Doctor motions for the orderly to go back about her business. He has a surprised look on his face but then again he doesn’t know how familiar me and pain have got over the last year…
“Do you remember what happened?” he asks
I think long and hard… I remember the sucker punch that rocked me… Jessika terrifies me, she really does, but the bitch still needed to sucker punch me to get an edge… and the beating… the long, drawn out beating… I remember the window… OH FUCK! JONICA!!!
“OH SHIT!!!!” I shout with sudden panic! “I NEED TO MAKE A CALL!”
“Calm down Miss Rox… it’s all alright… we have a phone right here. Do you know the number?” he asks
“FUCK!!!” If you haven’t already worked out…I don’t “Can I get internet access?
“I’m afraid not, you’ve taken quite a beating, you’re bed ridden for a few days yet” he answers
“Then a laptop! A Blackberry! ANYTHING!” I scream and the doctor, seeing my heightened state he signals to the orderly again who injects something into the little bag hooked up to my arm
“NO!!! No… no… need to save Jonica… please…” and again darkness took me
I slept in a nightmarish state, my mind filled with the smiling face of Jessika and the horrors she was capable of. Now I hate Jonica… I really hate her. She’s the cxnt who dragged me into this shit! She started a fight with me that escalated into the dizzying realms of madness and drew the attention of a certain Miss Emma Fox who I know is the woman behind my attack, I’m sure of it but right now, as much as I hate Jonica, I need to help her. Don’t ask me why because I really couldn’t tell you… maybe being partnered up for the last few months bonded us… I seriously doubt that. Maybe I just feel like if anyone’s going to hurt that bitch it should be me?… that sounds more likely. Either way I need to save her.
When I finally come round, I awake with a calm and unwavering purpose. To stop Jessika. It was strange that in almost beating me to death, she’s actually helped me… I’m not messed up in the head anymore, I’m not sizing up the nurses working out the best way to take them down if they start a fight, I’m focussed… or maybe obsessed… either way it helps. I call my housemates and ask them to bring my laptop to the hospital. I’m a little hurt that they didn’t even know I was injured but then again I’ve hardly been a sociable housemate recently…
I get on line and my Inbox flashes up with countless missed e-mails… but one stands out in particular…
Dear Punch Bag,
I’m Awfully sorry for your current state, I really though you to be tougher than that. It seems Jessika had a wail of a time re-arranging the window displays of Cardiff!
*a picture of me bloodied and unconscious in Howells is attached*
I was tempted to pay for you to have private medical care but seeming as you faired so woefully in that fight I really don’t think you deserve it! We will hold off on beating your little friend to a pulp until you can get to Louisiana to try and save her. Personally I think this is a waste of time as clearly you won’t have the guts to show, but Jessika seems to think you two have unfinished business (I really think you made a new friend there…)
Enjoy your stay at the National Health Service slut!
Yours Forever
Emma Fox
xxxThis bitch needs to be put down! And she clearly doesn’t know me at all!!! As if I wouldn’t show! I hastily start typing my response
Dear cxnt,
My current state is because that slut of a bruiser you hired sucker punched me. In a fair fight I’d fucking destroy that whore. And I would appreciate if you could pass my sentiments on to that cowardly bitch.
Now in regards to Louisiana, I thank you for the opportunity and as soon as they let me out of this hell hole, I’ll be on the first flight out. I hope to see you there but I think we both know you are far too much of a spineless cxnt to dare show your face.
Go Fuck Yourself,
Gemma Rox
PS. You’re a cxnt.I healed pretty fast but stayed in Hospital for as long as I could to make sure I was 100%. Knowing they wouldn’t act until I got there was a blessing. Now I’m not totally stupid. I know I’m walking into a trap so I called on some help. I met Hawksmoor online and although we’ve had some trust issues in the past I know I can count on him, he’s helped me out of a few jams and came all the way to New Orleans to help me with my stupid spy games. I breath a sigh of relief when he agrees to meet me in Louisiana.
As the time passes I heal and am ready to take on the world again. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the world I was facing… it was someone much tougher…
Act 3 (into the lions den)
The Setting: back in Louisiana… where all my troubles seem to live…
I arrived at new Orleans International around 9am, tired but anxious. I tried contacting Jonica through e-mail but she kept on telling me to go fuck myself. ,still got that Cajun Charm… I’m supposed to meet up with Hawksmoor in the hotel but my nerves get the better of me and I get a taxi straight to Jonica’s house. Stupid I know… guess that scatty bitch is rubbing of on me…
As the taxi pulls up I pay the man and run to the door, knocking on it hastily
“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!!! CALM DOWN!!!” I hear her cry as I pound the door. She opens it and I get the most beautiful, lovely warm welcome! Both tender and heart felt…
in the form of a kick to the cxnt! I drop to my knees clutching my aching womanhood!
“BITCH!!! You come all this way for an ass whooping? You dumb cxnt!” she screams ripping my hair and dragging me inside still on my knees. Well, that’s a lovely greeting for someone who’s flown half way around the world to save you! I get her to stop the only way I know how… I launch a horrendous uppercut to her crotch, throwing my full force behind it! (well… I could have shouted for her to stop, but this came to my head first.) It had the desired effect as she fell to the floor in a heap, tears running down her face as we both lay there, crying and panting, laying on our sides curled up into a ball holding our private parts.
Joe walked into the room… “Oh… hey Gemma” then walked back out. I don’t blame him, he’s seen us try and kill each other before, it’s nothing new to him. Eventually the nausea settles down and I can breath easier sitting up against the wall still rubbing my ache (that’s the most action I’ve seen in a while…) I finally speak up
“You didn’t answer my e-mails you dumb cxnt!”
“YES I DID!!!” she snaps back through the tears
“Go Fuck Yourself isn’t an answer! Jessika’s coming here!” I finish and she looks at me puzzled
“Who’s Jessika?” oh dear lord she’s dumb…
“The big scary announcer you kicked in the cxnt? You need to stop doing that to people by the way…” her face turns from confusion to realisation to fear and then to terror. Jessika has that effect on girls…
“But…but why?” she stammers… truth is I don’t know… but I like seeing Jonica scared…
“She said she want’s to return your kick with interest” I tease
“Oh god!” she gasps
“Then she mentioned something about tying you up with your legs spread and stripping you naked”
“Oh Shit!” she cries
“Then she said she was going to kick you in the cxnt for an hour straight then get a massive strap-on and fuck you for two hours straight!”
“OH NO!!! PLEASE!!! FUCK NO!!!” heeheehee!… yeah I’m a bitch… but she kicked me in the pussy! And besides, at least she’ll welcome my help now!
“What can we do!” she asks panicked
“WE? You tried to kick a field goal with my vagina! I’m going home!” ok that was mean of me to say… but still! Can you blame me?
“Oh please Gemma! Please don’t go! PLEASE!!!”
“Beg me to stay!” I order with a smile on my face
“What? FUCK YOU WHORE!” yep! That’s Jonica! Not five seconds ago she was begging me to stay of her own free will, but when I ask her to beg she calls me a whore!
“Fine, I’m off. Have fun with Jessika babes” I giggle
“Oh FINE!………please will you stay…” she begrudgingly asked
“Well seeming as you were so nice about it OK!” I chuckle. Things calm down after that and I explain to Jonica and Joe what happened in Cardiff. At first they don’t believe me so I show them the photo of me all bloodied and beaten in the shop window that Emma Fox was kind enough to e-mail me. For a second I think Jonica was about to throw up… I thought she’d be glad to see me hurt… but I guess our fucked up bond is stronger than I thought… Either way, they were taking this serious now. The matches with Kayla and Marie B got way out of hand… all of us hell bent on destroying each other… but this is far more malevolent… far more personal… when you can’t walk down the street without fearing an attack, you stop living and just exist day by day.
“So…. What do we do now?” I ask
“Burrito’s?” Jonica answers. I start laughing but Joe doesn’t… he knows she’s serious. Suddenly a knock on the door makes us all jump and Joe answers it ready to beat to death whoever lies on the other side….
It’s Hawksmoor! At first I don’t recognise him as the light from outside silhouettes him and makes it hard to focus but Joe remembers him from the tag matches against Marie B and Kayla. He gives him a hardy handshake and invites him in. It’s good to see a friendly face at last. Jonica flits between humour and hatred with me and I’m not sure Joe trusts me at all. Granted, every time he sees me his woman ends up getting the biggest beating of her life… but I don’t think it’s that… since I interrogated Hawksmoor after our second tag match, he looked at me with suspicion… always trying to work out who I really am when truth be told… I’m just me! Yeah I have a past but that doesn’t matter. At least I think that way… Joe might not.
“I thought we were meeting at the hotel?” Hawksmoor fires at me, clearly unimpressed that I went here on my own
“Sorry honey! I just had to check on them!” I answer using my puppy dog eyes to melt his anger… and it works like a charm! Ha! Men are so easy to read! He’s a good looking guy with his long dark rocker hair and dazzling blue eyes. He has a good heart and has been a great friend through tough times. He’s smaller than Joe at 5’10” but then again everyone’s smaller than Joe. He is well built and can clearly handle himself. Having him here was a great comfort.
Jonica suddenly rises. Then giggles, her eye’s getting a little giddy
“Oooohhh! Head rush!” and grabs her coat exclaiming she’s going out for lunch and we all follow her. After all, it is her that Emma’s after. We get about a minutes walk down the street and we decided that we should all stick together. It’s safer that way. Then just as we decided that Jonica suddenly shouts!
“The Babies!!!”
“What??? You have kids?” I exclaim in shock
“No silly, my poodles! I haven’t fed them!” she cries “What with some skank punching me in the cxnt” she mumbles then runs back to the house shouting “I’LL BE 5 MINUTES!!!” so much for sticking together…
We wait by the pavement. Joe stands ahead of me and Hawksmoor with his back to us. Suddenly my head starts racing as a sickening thought enters my mind… my stomach lurches at the possibility… it twists and turns as my whole world goes upside down at the prospect… my face turns a ghostly pale as I look at my friend. I see his right hand in his pocket and ask…
“Hawksmoor… how… how did you know Jonica’s address?…” He smiles at me, but it wasn’t a smile designed to bring comfort… pulling his hand out of his pocket I see a stun gun in his hand. Unfortunately, with his back turned, Joe didn’t and he hit the concrete hard after Hawksmoor jammed the stun gun into the back of his neck!
“YOU SON OF A… OOOMMMMPPPFFFF!!!!!!!” I scream then gasp as he spins slamming his fist deep into my belly! My eye’s bulge out as I look up at him, the hurt and betrayal written all over my face.
“You always have to fight, don’t you? Can’t just roll with it! Can’t go along with it? Gemma Rox knows best! Gemma Rox is a fighter! Well looking at you now, I’d say you know Jack Shit!!!” he growls maliciously but through all his melodramatic speech he never actually paid attention to his own words… I am a fighter…
I rise up slamming a right hook into his ribs and take pleasure on the pain on his face. I slam a right jab into that same pain stricken face and his head rocks back as he cries out a satisfying “AGGHH!!!” He quickly back pedals putting some space between us as a blue transit van speeds towards us.
“Oh baby cakes… that was a mistake!” he smiles getting into a boxing pose. He launches a left jab and a right cross! Both were as fast as… as… well as fast as a Hawk I guess! I blocked the first jab but I was meant to… I realised that a split second before his right cross annihilated me. I crashed onto my back, the cold stone pavement offering no comfort and slowly got back to my feet dazed.
“There you go again, being a fighter!” he laughs before slamming an uppercut to my gut that raises me off the ground. I crash back down to my knees hard and the crunching impact of my bone on the stone sends shockwaves through me. I feel my hair being pulled back, wrenching my neck and forcing me to look up. I see Hawksmoor standing there, his right fist raised and he chuckles
“Nap time bitch”
A thunderous right hook sends me to sleep. The blow slamming my jaw and snapping my head to the side as blood arcs out from my mouth. I’m unconscious before I hit the ground. The van skids up and our unconscious bodies are bundled into the back of it.
A few minutes later Jonica jogs back and we’re nowhere to be seen…
“Fuckers went with out me!” she sulks then walks to Taco Bell alone… yes… she really is that dumb.