Ok, here’s the promised follow on the Muscleheads: Revenge – sweetly & stylishly written by MarieB, whose delightfully charming writing we all miss here.
Hope you enjoy – please comment!
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Kayla
P.S. The next repost will be were Heather & her niece surprise attack Heather & I on the beach ...
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MUSCLEHEADS: TAKING BACK THE DAY!
By MarieB
MICHAEL: I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m standing in the fieldhouse of the local college waiting for Kayla. She called and said she wanted to fight me again. And after the way I left her beaten and humiliated the last time!
As I waited, I took a look at myself in the mirror. What a specimen I am! At 5’10 and 180 solidly packed pounds of manhood, I remind myself of a Greek god. Of course, Greek gods don’t dress like lumberjacks, but the way I’m dressed only adds to my manly image. I’m wearing a heavy corduroy shirt, Docker’s jeans and heavy, Georgia Giant workboots.
Why am I dressed like this?
Because Kayla told me that this match wasn’t going to be like our last one…..you know, the one in which I nearly killed the broad. She said that this fight wasn’t going to be 2 out of 3 falls, no pinfalls, and no referee. She said that this time would be winner-take-all, no holds barred, winner by submission only. Sort of a “Last Person Standing” match.
Well, that suits me fine. I like the idea of Kayla begging for mercy. And if I knock her unconscious before she can beg….well, so much the better. I freakin’ tortured the bitch last time; I’ll do it again this time.
Still looking in the mirror, I flexed my arms. Even with the heavy shirt, I could see my bulging muscles. I just couldn’t help kissing the biceps on each arm, one at a time.
But what was this?
In walked Kayla, and I couldn’t believe what she was wearing! I expected that she would be dressed the way I was. Instead, she walked in wearing a bikini and nothing else! Was she crazy? Didn’t she realize that wearing only a bathing suit made her appear even more vulnerable than she already was? Especially when you compared her to me, a guy who looked like a brawny lumberjack. I admit that she looks strong and sexy, but jeez.
I didn’t know what Kayla was up to. Somehow, I felt that I had been upstaged. Not that it was gonna matter once the fight started. When I got through with this cxnt, her skin would be scraped raw from the beating she was about to receive. But just the same, I didn’t like it. By wearing a bikini, it was as if she was saying that fighting me was like………well, like a day at the beach.
KAYLA: There he is waiting for me. I knew I had achieved my desired effect when he saw me dressed in my bikini; I could see it on his face. He doesn’t know why I’m dressed like this after I told him that I wanted a no holds barred match, but he obviously thinks that I’ve got something in mind that he’s not aware of. Actually, the only thing I have in mind is that I’m going to defeat him this time. He beat me horribly last time; there’s no rationalizing it or trying to make it seem like something it wasn’t. The only good thing about getting a beating like that from a man is that it gives me an advantage in the second match. When a woman defeats another woman, she doesn’t mentally let down in a second encounter. Guys do, however. They start to think of themselves in terms such as “invincible” and “unbeatable.” And I knew that Michael was feeling that way the second I walked in the fieldhouse….it was written all over him.
Since our first match, I’ve thought of little else. I pondered all the things I did wrong last time, not the least of which was standing directly in front of him and letting him get his shots in. I knew that his upper body strength was greater than mine just because of the difference in physiology between men and women. Still, I had tried to match strength with him. But I knew how to make things different this time. I thought of my matches against Marie. Although I ultimately destroyed her, she gave me a much harder time than I ever expected. From her, I learned the value of defensive fighting; don’t just stand there and present yourself as a target. Instead, move around your opponent, don’t give them anything to hit, and get behind them if possible. It’s much easier to control someone from behind.
I had played out today’s match in my mind, using every scenario I could think of, and I was sure I could beat Michael. And there was one other thing I promised myself; I wasn’t going to resort to dirty tactics. For example, I wasn’t going to hit him in the balls. Even if he used illegal moves, I wasn’t going to. That’s why I was surprised at what he said as we squared off.
MICHAEL: “I’ll tell you what, Kayla. Although this is a hardcore match, I don’t want to mess you up too bad even though I’m gonna beat you. So, how about this……you don’t hit me in the nuts and I won’t hit you in the boobs? Okay?”
When she agreed, we got into fighting positions. So what did I do? I walked up to her with my right hand outstretched for her to shake, and when she reached for it, I used my left to punch her in the tit! HAW! HAW! HAW! HAW!
The boob shot probably hurt her more because she wasn’t expecting it, y’know? At any rate, her eyes widened when I hit her and her body froze in a straight-up position, so I used this advantage to deliver a hard right cross to her face. Kayla went down flat on her back. As her head bounced off the cold floor, you could see that she was fighting to stay conscious.
Do I feel bad about hitting her in the chest right after saying I wouldn’t? Hell, no! After all, she was the one who called for a no holds barred match, right? Damn right.
Face it…..this fight was gonna be even easier than the first one.
KAYLA: The pain was enormous. As I lay on the floor staring up at him, it seemed as if I was seeing Michael through a red cloud. For a moment, I couldn’t even move. Then, the feeling in my body started coming back and I found that I wasn’t badly hurt, save for the pain in my jaw where I had been hit. My superior physical conditioning was coming to my rescue and I knew I would be okay. As he came toward me, I noticed the smirk on his face and I hated him for it. Still, I kept my game plan in mind and vowed to not smash his balls in when he came near. But when he reached me, I found that I had not recovered as fast as I thought; I tried to turn over and scoot away from Michael but he caught me as I balanced on my hands and knees. He grabbed me by the hair and by the thong of my bikini, lifted me in the air and tossed me onto a pile of athletic equipment that lay nearby. I landed on a bunch of baseball bats; they clattered in a noisy cascade of lumber.
As I lay there on my stomach, I assessed my condition. Again, I was pleased to find that I wasn’t badly hurt. Despite my rough landing, my body was hard and strong from constant workouts. I decided to play possum and see what Michael would do next.
MICHAEL: Oh man, am I a fuckin’ stud! What a man I am! Holy jeez, did I send that bitch flying, or what? Yeah, I know about the danger of becoming overconfident in a fight….but this wasn’t even a fight! I could do anything I wanted with the broad, so I walked over to her cool and slow and bent over to pick her up by the back of the neck. As soon as I reached her, though, the cxnt got quickly to her hands and knees and launched a backward kick at my stomach. It was a fuckin’ mule kick, y’know? I totally didn’t expect it because I thought she was helpless. My breath shot out of me and I doubled over forward. I backed up a few steps and could see Kayla standing and walking toward me. I caught a look at her face, expecting her to be mad and hateful and out of control. Instead, she looked cool, beautiful and deadly. Since the beginning of the fight, I figured I was the one in control here, y’know? Now, I wondered exactly who was in charge.
KAYLA: As I padded toward him, I was cool as a cucumber, and my mind was working rapidly as I chose my strategy. I had turned the momentum of fight in my favor by out-thinking him. So what now? Since I wasn’t going to hit him in the nuts, I felt that punching and kicking were my best weapons. The bastard had just seen how effective my kick was; now he was going to sample my punches. I knew that he had 40 pounds on me. Did I have the power to hurt him with my fists?
There was only one way to find out. As Michael straightened up, I feinted with my right hand and delivered a solid left hook to his mouth. It caught him flush and he backed up a step, but I was dismayed to see that it really didn’t hurt him. He was strong and in great condition, I had to give him that. Okay, if punching wasn’t my best weapon, let’s see if I could outwrestle him.
MICHAEL: The bitch shouldn’t have even been able to connect with that punch. It’s just that I was a little out of breath from that illegal mule-kick she gave me, y’know? Goddamn dirty fighter, that’s what she is. But the punch didn’t bother me much.
So we circle each other, looking for an opening. I throw a powerful right-hand punch, but Kayla ducks under it and quickly moves out of the way, laughing at me as she does it. Laughing! I mean, that pisses me off, y’know? No freakin’ broad laughs at me. So then she lifts her foot off the ground and points it at me. I don’t know what the fuck she’s trying to do, so I lunge at her and try to grab the foot, y’know?
Oh man, it’s like she was waiting for me to do that, because as soon as I lunge, she quickly slides behind me and jumps on my back. Before I can counter, she’s got her arms wrapped around my head and her legs snaked around my stomach. She locks her ankles and squeezes with the legs, and does that hurt! I’m whirling around and around, trying to shake her loose but she only tightens her legs. I’m trying to reach around with my hands to hit her, y’know?
KAYLA: He’s trying to aim a backward punch at my kidneys. No holds barred or not, that’s a filthy thing to do. It doesn’t matter, though…..he can’t reach that far. Does Michael even realize that he would be better off sitting down and trying to pry me loose while on the floor? The act of staggering around while bearing my weight has got to be weakening him. I dig my bare heels even harder into his stomach.
This odd-looking dance goes on for almost ten full minutes! Finally, his legs collapse under him and we go to the floor, with me still gripping him from behind. I realize that I’ve gone a long ways toward winning this fight, because Michael is breathing like a man who has just run a marathon. His mouth is wide open and his breath is coming in frantic gulps.
MICHAEL: I’m fine, but I’m breathing just a little harder than normal, y’know? But I am having a little trouble getting the bitch off me. I tried to pinch her legs, but she tightened her scissors hold until it felt like my stomach was being crushed. I tried to grab her tits but she shifted her legs and tightened them even more. I got the idea of leaning backward really fast and crushing her body between mine and the floor. This made her let go, but she immediately wrapped her legs around my chest and squeezed. I managed to pry them loose with my hands, but before I could escape, she got a leg scissors around my head. She squeezed so hard that I felt the blood rush to my face.
