It’s almost too easy. I mean, it’s rough and tough and highly dangerous…..yet, everything is falling into place and the whole thing seems too easy. I’m winning!
Actually, “winning” doesn’t even describe it, given the setting. I’m in a locked room with three vicious women coming after me…..and I’m destroying all of them! The three approach me with caution, knowing I’m not backing down at the odds; they’re prideful girls and that very pride won’t allow them to step away from the one small girl who’s overcoming the three of them…….yet, they’re fearful, as they ought to be. For the past 15 minutes, every time they get close to me, I beat them back!
Jonica tries to sneak up on my right side. I wait…..I wait….and when she gets close enough, I spring in the air and launch myself at her feet-first, catching her on the shoulder and chin with a flying drop kick that sends her spiraling down to the hard floor, face first, where she lies, groaning. Then, I turn to Kayla….Kayla who is almost a foot taller than me and tough as nails herself……yet, she’s mindful of the punishment I’ve dealt her already. She decides on a full frontal assault and comes roaring straight in……but, as before, I’m ready and spear a mule kick flush to her stomach, knocking the wind from her with a grunt and dropping her to the floor, panting.
With two of them down, I turn to the last one; Gemma Rox. Even seeing what’s happened to her two allies, Gemma knows no fear; she never backs down. She snarls at me and wades directly forward, fists clenched and eyes filled with malice. For about 30 seconds, we exchange punches. She tags me a few times, but I can’t be stopped! Finally, my left hook crashes against her jaw and she drops to the floor, eyes crossed. This is amazing! I’ve never fought this well!
Have I won? No, not yet…..because Kayla and Jonica are getting to their feet, looking at me with a mixture of hate, fear…..and bad, bad intentions.
How did this all get started? Why are three of the toughest fighters anywhere ganging up on me, the smallest fighter around?
The truth is…..I don’t know. Someone must have hit me harder than I thought because I can’t remember how I got trapped in a dirty, locked room with these three Amazons, or why they’ve decided to gang up on me. I just know I’m in a fight against three women…..and somehow, I’m taking them all down!
You all know me….I’m Marie, 4’11 and 90 pounds. A fighter, yes…..but so small that I’ve prevailed in many girl fights because opponents were lulled by my lack of size. They never seem to learn, do they? Yes, I’ve lost a lot of fights, but I’ve won a lot, too. But I never thought I’d ever find myself in the position I’m in now, with three of them after me.
Yet, I’m winning. Yes, I am! Even as Kayla and Jonica get to their feet and stare me down, I’ve got the two of them in my sights as they try to flank me. As I watch the first two, Gemma’s eyes clear and I watch her rise and assume a stalking position with the other two, going for strategic angles to attack me without getting in each other’s way.
As if on cue, all three break toward me, arms swinging and legs kicking. But, although it’s a hard fight, I’m getting to the three of them again! I jam my knees into their midsections…..I launch a two-fisted attack against whatever I can hit, and with three of them in front of me, everything I throw makes contact with a human body…..and I even wrap my legs around the stomach of the girl directly in front of me…..I think it’s Gemma…..who groans with the grinding pressure my legs are applying, causing her to sink to the ground…..even as Kayla and Jonica are beaten back by my swinging fists.
As I said, I don’t know how I got into this whole mess, but I’m winning! I’m winning! I really am!.........***************************
….Except that I’m not. I’m in a fight, yes, and it’s in a locked room, but not with the three women I just told you about. No, it’s just one girl and as my head clears, I see Laurie Breeze dancing lightly in front of me, staying on her toes and taunting me with her eyes.
This is reality…..
this is the fight I’m actually in.
So, where did that dream of a “1 on 3” fight come from? Well, even through my rattled brain, it’s clear; Laurie must have clocked me good with one of the many punches she’s hit me with. I must have retreated momentarily into some kind of fantasy world, one in which I was beating up three of the toughest fighting women in creation……all by myself. The image of that must have flashed through my mind instantaneously after being hit especially hard by Laurie.
Hell, it’s better than facing the present. A few months ago, I fought Laurie Breeze, positive it was going to be an easy fight for me.
Yes, she’s bigger than me…..but who isn’t? On the other hand, she’s not
that much bigger and I figured to defeat her with my experience, speed and deceptive punching power. If none of that worked, there were always some dirty tricks I could pull that Laurie probably wouldn’t be aware of until I used them on her.
Instead, she beat me. I had the better of most of the early action, but I made the mistake of taunting her when I was winning, which somehow got her dander up and enabled Laurie to totally overwhelm me. She made me submit….but first, she made me beg for mercy. It was horrible.
Still, I convinced her to meet me in this locked room today, certain I could correct the strategic mistakes I made in our last fight. I’ve always been good at doing that, yet I figured Laurie would fight me the exact same way as before, enabling me to humiliate her as she had done to me.
Yes, that’s what I figured; but I was wrong again. From the beginning Laurie, looking so beautiful in her blue dress, had my number. Obviously, she had remembered that her arms were longer than mine…..she used straight, solid punches to keep me at bay. They were hard shots, too; each one seemed to rattle my brain when it landed…..and it seemed as if hundreds of them did just that. She couldn’t miss.
Meanwhile, I couldn't penetrate her defense. I tried all the maneuvers I could, but she countered everything, never letting me hit her with any solid shots. She sneered at each of my attempts to subdue her and answered with moves of her own.
When I managed to take the fight to the floor, she still kept punching. I couldn’t get out of the way of her fists, no matter how much I twisted and turned. She wanted to fight on her feet and I couldn’t keep her on the ground, where my maneuvers would have been more effective. I tried to entangle my legs with hers to immobilize her but she reared back and punched me in the nose. I saw stars for a moment but knew I had better get to my feet since she would be getting to hers. Yes, this was allowing her to dictate the tactics, but what choice did I have?
I got up, my nose lightly bleeding from her punch, sniffing back tears of pain and discouragement. She stood five feet away from me, her arms by her side. Then, sensing my state of mind, she put a hand up to her lips…. and giggled! Yes, she did. Laurie saw she was in complete control of this fight and threw her disdain in my face by laughing…..a barely suppressed, insulting giggle.
It hurt my heart to see this. I had been so sure I was going to win this fight; the last thing I wanted to do was lose to a fighter twice in a row. My fighting pride was all I had left and my competitive instincts kicked in as I rushed headlong toward Laurie, my fists flashing and my fury ratcheted up to the highest level.
She didn’t even flinch as I came barreling in; instead, she timed my approach perfectly, rearing back with her right fist and sending it screaming toward my face as I reached her. The punch crunched against the bridge of my nose. There was an explosion of pain in my head and I felt myself being launched backward, flying helplessly through the air. I was only faintly aware of the back of my head slamming against the cold, hard floor. I saw explosions of color and tasted blood in the back of my throat, trying to figure exactly where I was. For a moment, I lost sight of my present surroundings as my mind dimmed. I only knew that….
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….I was winning! One minute Kayla, Jonica and Gemma were standing in front of me, punching and kicking…..and the next moment they were on the ground before me, groaning and holding whatever body parts I had smashed to send them there. They kept getting up and I kept sending ‘em back down! It was so easy!
Kayla catches the eye of the other two and mentally signals they should try to rush me again, using their combined power to overwhelm me. I see the signal and feel my body grow tense; yet, I can’t help thinking: Let ‘em try it!
They do, and I’m ready. Part of their problem is that they’re crowding each other, all trying to get at the small girl in front of them, yet bumping into each other and actually making it harder to reach me.
But, as before, their biggest problem is me. As they reach me, I launch a sweeping round kick that smacks the three in their faces, one after the other. The shots ricochet throughout the room, stunning my three adversaries. As they stand dazed, I drive my foot into Gemma’s stomach, punch Kayla in the mouth with my right hand and strike Jonica viciously on the jaw with a left hook. The three drop to the ground simultaneously and I rush over to the fallen ladies, stomping down on their heads in rapid motion, giving each one an Excedrin headache that will last long into the night. As each writhes on the floor, I stand back for a moment and survey the havoc I have wrought.
I’m a fighting machine! I am a truly dangerous girl!
I stand calmly before them, trying to decide whom to torture next! Gemma and Jonica are completely helpless on the ground; Kayla looks a little less incapacitated, so I walk over to her, figuring that a body scissors might be just the thing to finish off the dear girl before I deal with the other two. I lower myself to the floor, wrap my gymnast’s legs around her waist, and…….*********************
….Laurie squeezes for all she’s worth…..or maybe, for all
I’m worth. The pressure around my midsection is unbearable. The pain she’s inflicting is horrible, yet the worst part is the position she has me in. I’m forced to look directly into her eyes as she tortures me. Her manner is so carefree, so devoid of fear…..because Laurie Breeze knows she no longer has anything to fear from me. Her domination is complete. I am helpless before her and she knows it.
I try to get free even as I avoid looking into her eyes, to watch her laugh at having me under her total control. I use my arms to try and ease the pressure from her legs, but I can’t even budge her. She simply tightens the scissors hold, furthering my torture. I try to twist and squirm my way free, but she answers by grinding my body back and forth between her legs, tightening the hold just when I thought she couldn’t squeeze any harder.
And always, having to watch her smiling and laughing…..laughing and smiling, so casually that my heart was hurting as much as my body.
In our first fight, the “cause” we fought for was the right to the nickname “Little Bit,” which was something we had both been called for years. Both of us wanted the other to stop using the name and we were willing to fight for it.
It was dumb, we both knew it, but it became of paramount importance in both our lives. We fought for it, she won…..and I had to proclaim her the true “Little Bit.” That night, she delighted in making me say it over and over.
Now, it was happening again. As she crushed me without mercy between her lithe legs, she was ordering me to proclaim her the true “Little Bit” once again.
Why would she do that?.......... Because it was her pleasure, that’s why.
But I won’t do it. I was thinking I would rather die than say it again……and I was also thinking it might come to that because she was telling me over and over that she wasn’t letting me go until I say it.
I wanted to beat Laurie…..I
needed to beat her. Even after losing to her in our last fight, I didn’t truly consider her to be in my class as a fighter. That has all changed now. She has my fate in her hands and her smile tells me that no one knows it better than she.
To have her laugh out loud would have been less insulting; it would have hurt my heart less to hear. But to see her giggling softly, covering her lips partially with her hand as she controlled me, was far worse. It was if she were trying to conceal her glee at defeating me so easily…..but couldn’t manage to do it. I never expected our second fight to turn out this way.
For a long time, I still tried to get free, tried to find some way of attacking her to make her let me go. Nothing worked; her domination over me was so complete I couldn’t get my arms near her face to try and punch my way out. After awhile, all I could hear was her voice, demanding that I worship her as the true “Little Bit”…..and all I could see were her lips as she laughed and taunted me….and her eyes, dancing with joy and having not a care in the world despite the fact she was in combat with another girl.
My own eyes were blinded with tears…..tears of humiliation, pain and defeat. I couldn’t get free. Laurie squeezed harder and harder….and the last shreds of my consciousness started to fade. It’s one thing to lose a fight, but it’s another entirely to lose so completely…..to be humiliated by an opponent who isn’t even concerned enough to respect you in your defeat….as Laurie Breeze was doing to me.
As the pressure from her legs further constricted my breathing, I felt as if my mind was drifting in the stratosphere. I felt a sense of disconnection and sensed a “burnt” smell. I was passing out. Even if I had wanted to say the words Laurie was demanding to hear, I couldn’t have made my mouth work to say them.
I was losing……I had lost…..I had….
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….won! I had stomped Kayla, Gemma and Jonica to unconsciousness! I had pounded the three bigger girls into utter and total defeat!
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Yet, even in my unconscious state, I somehow knew this wasn’t real. On some level, I was fully aware that the
real fight was with Laurie Breeze…..and I had lost ……had been totally and completely annihilated.
Still……as my mind drifts in and out……
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What a glorious feeling! Armed with nothing but the power in my own body, I had conquered three women who would never be the same because of what had happened today. One small girl had utterly defeated three big ones! They would never live this down! ***********************
I would never live this down
They will never live this down! ********************
I will
never live this down
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