Part 2
“This campus is a lot smaller than I thought it would be,” Rachel said
“Yeah, well, you said the same thing about me when we first met, and by your own admission, I was a lot better than you thought I‘d be too,” was Marie’s reply, adjusting the hair tie around her blonde ponytail as she walked, “it’s one of the best schools in the country; it makes all the top ten educational institution polls.”
“Speaking of polls, I saw a strip club on the bus ride in; we can hit it later on tonight,” said Kayla, flapping her dark brown hair to one side, smiling and winking at Rachel, who answered her with a frown and glare from behind her dark sunglasses
“I don’t lower myself to such places,” Rachel said
“Come on guys,” Marie said frowning and stepping between her two friends, “you guys have been at it since we got on the plane.”
“I just like fucking with Rachel,” Kayla said, “I know she hates me and I’m loving every minute of it. Too bad we‘ve never had an actual match.”
“Careful what you wish for, wretch,” Rachel responded, but started walking faster, “and my hatred is earned… you have to be somebody for Rachel Apache to hate you.”
“I think all this hate is amusing,” Jessika said, walking up behind the three ladies, “When I was fighting, in those moments when I’m bashing a bitch’s skull in or slamming a knee into her belly, all I’m thinking about is the hate… and how I may fuck her when it’s over.”
Rachel leaned into Marie, “have I told you how charming and classy your friends are?”
Marie whispered back while holding back a laugh, “Many times, but they are just as loyal and good friends to me as you are.”
“You owe me one for coming here with them,” Rachel said and walked right passed me. I was so nervous seeing the four of them on our campus, even surrounded by a flowing crowd of students, cameras flashing and shouting their names; I couldn’t believe the task I had in front of me. My head actually hit the air conditioning unit getting out of Rachel’s way, even though there were so many people between us.
I had been a fan of OPW (Omniverse Promotional Wrestling) since I was in diapers. I was 19 at the time of all of this and I remember being six years old and watching Rachel Apache win the World Title from Siena Blaze at Armageddon. I remembered seeing the contrast in the two fighters, Rachel, so tall with her shin-long wavy black hair, midnight blue eyes her six pack abs, her strong legs and big butt and that purple top and shorts combination… so poised, so ready, so perfect, every bit the virgin Persian Wonder Woman. And I remember Siena, short, spouting curse words and scratching herself, undefeated, as was Rachel, spewing sexuality from her short pinkish blonde hair to her red outfit to her red boots, the title belt draped around her waist glistening gold. I remember Rachel’s technique and calm clashing with Siena’s cockiness and veteran cunning… complete opposites and I remember how great I found their battle to be. Something about combative sports always attracted me; it helped a lot knowing how to throw punches and do certain holds since I was getting into so many fights at school. I thought about being a fighter, but I knew it wasn’t what I was cut out for. I didn’t really enjoy the fights I got into in high school because there was no plot or point behind them; they were just, “I don’t like you” punch punch scratch scratch.
It turned out that this was Female Empowerment Week at MU, and while I loved Rachel and I loved Siena and the other girls of OPW, my favorite wrestler was here on MU’s campus to speak and do a demonstration. Because of what was happening with Victoria and I, and my continued not giving a damn what happens around me, I didn’t even know she was coming until Coach Sandi told me that I would be the one to introduce her. Coach Sandi was also an OPW fan and I felt a knot form in my stomach when she said to me:
“One of the events during our Female Empowerment Week will be a visit from wrestling champion, Superfly Marie B… I want you to be the one to introduce her and I want you to be a representative for MU.”
“Kinda like her personal intern?” I said
“Kind of, but not entirely,” was Coach’s response, “To be honest with you, Alice, I picked you because just like her, you’re short; you’re Canadian, and you’re blonde. Plus, you do as your told in class and you don‘t cause trouble. She‘ll be coming here alone and she‘ll be speaking and doing some demonstrations. I want you to make sure that she has everything she wants and that no one bothers her. There are all kinds of creeps on college campuses and the last thing we need is an incident because that‘ll make the school look really bad.”
I didn’t tell my coach that Marie B., for those very reasons, was my favorite wrestler and my hero. I had her poster on my wall in my dorm room until I took it down after Victoria came to my room drunk, angry and with bruises on her arms.
“I hate all you fucking blonde fucking bitches!!” she kept yelling before she grabbed me and slammed her fist deep into my stomach, lifting me off my feet; I hit the wall and she slammed me on the bed. “You like wrestling, huh bitch?” she said, “Let me show you some moves!”
She gave me the knife and dared me to stab her. “C’mon, you dumb bitch! C’mon!!”
“Victoria, you know I can’t beat you!” I said sobbing, “Why do you keep on doing this? I‘m gonna fail out… I need to study!”
The kick came swift and the last thing I remembered was being doubled over and looking at her foot as it dug into my belly… I woke up nude and covered in my juices as Billy the freckled freshman who did the random room inspections was standing over me with an erection…
“Get the fuck out of here!” I yelled at him. By now, I didn’t let anyone else fuck with me and he was scared to death of me and of Victoria. He still did his inspections and my room never failed, even with all the noise and Victoria smoking weed right in front of his face. She’d often take her foot and massage his dick while he watched her lay on me, milking my belly with her knuckles.
I loved Marie B. and here she was, in the flesh and on our campus… Marie was one of the biggest wrestling stars on the planet. She was only 4’11” and 94 lbs and had a hard gymnast body with developing breasts, strong solid legs, and a cute butt, but she had defeated some of the legends of the sport, women who were much larger and more experienced than she. But she had also lost to women who were much less experienced than she and had a chronic inconsistency about her, almost like she was destined to fail, but fail in a way where she would come back stronger… like me. It wasn’t just because she was a short Canadian blonde like me, or because she had lost her share of fights like me, it was because her existence reminded me that I could be a mess at everything I do, but if I’m good when I need to be, I could win. This was my opportunity to be a winner.
I stepped in front of the four superstars as the made their way down the hallway; I really didn’t know what to say, so I just let it go, “Hi, I’m Alice. I’ll be introducing you to the… the ummm… the people who--”
“Hi Alice, I’m Kayla Rankin,” thank you, Kayla. She could tell I was nervous and I wasn’t looking any of them in their eyes until she said something. She shook my hand and patted me on the back.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Rankin,” I said.
“You don’t have to be so formal,” Jessika said, “We’re warriors; we’re champions, but we’re also human.”
“Yes,” Rachel said, looking at Jessika, “I would imagine that is why you seem to be unable to control your flatulence ever since Marie and Kayla both warned you not to eat that eggplant casserole on the flight in?”
“You know, Rachel,” Jessika said smiling, “I was knee deep in blood and guts wiping the floor with women who were bigger and better than you are when you were just a speck in your daddy’s little nutsack. You got that, my Purple Persian Pussy Pet?”
Rachel and Jessika stood face to face. I couldn’t believe this was happening; I had heard the stories about the women of OPW and how none of them seemed to be capable of coexisting for very long, and I really felt like it would be my fault if a brawl broke out before they even got on stage.
“Jessika,” Rachel said sighing, “I’ve never had a problem with you, and I don’t know what your problem is with me. But consider that insult you just lobbed at me as being strike one.”
“Hi, I’m Marie,” my tiny blonde hero said as she stepped between the two. Rachel and Jessika were still staring at each other and I could see the contrast in the four women before Rachel walked ahead again. Rachel was 5’11” with long wavy black hair that went all the way down to the backs of her shins. She had midnight blue eyes and brown skin and as I said earlier, looked like a Persian version of Wonder Woman with her large breasts, firm but vulnerable abs, large butt and strong legs. Rachel was one of the most decorated fighters in the sport; even though she was only 30 years old, she was considered the greatest female fighter of all time. She also was noted as serving in the peace corps, but from what we’ve read, she was more like a problem solver for the CIA. Most of the fighting styles she has mastered were banned from OPW. She was dressed in a purple buttoned up shirt and a pair of blue jeans with blue Minnetonka boots, living up to her in ring persona, who always wore purple.
Jessika was 5’10” and 170 lbs of hellfire and brimstone in her red shirt and black jeans with boots, from her auburn hair, to her tanned South African skin, to her large breasts and stomach, showing a lot of definition, but some softness for a woman who was a little over fifty years old, but had been in fighting shape her whole life. Kayla was every bit as good and gorgeous as advertised. 5’9”, 140 lbs of South African sexuality and savagery, with her green eyes, tanned skin, long hair that was so dark, it seemed black, though it was brown, and tight body. Kayla was an Olympic athlete and was in great shape; it showed in her tight jeans and black tank top. Marie wore a simple MU t-shirt and shorts with sandals.
“Hi, I’m Alice,” I said
“I know,” Marie said smiling, “you just introduced yourself.”
Great going, Alice… looking at Marie, I wanted to drop to my knees and pour out all my frustration about Victoria and tell Marie everything she was doing to me and beg her to beat that bitch up for me. As I looked into her deep blue eyes, I longed for her embrace; I longed for her to be the one to take me; I had to snap out of it to shake her hand.
“It’s okay,” Marie said, “I’m sure you know Rachel Apache and Jessika. I apologize for their behavior; we had some… ‘turbulence’ on the way in. Rachel‘s not feeling so well.”
I noticed Kayla and Jessika looking at each other and Kayla flicking her tongue at Jessika.
“They told me it was just going to be you, Ms. B.,” I said, “We hadn’t prepared for-- I mean, if we had known Kayla, Jessika, and Rachel Apache were coming, we would‘ve-- well, you know--”
She smiled and patted me on the shoulder, “It’s okay. I asked them to come with me; I figured the MU crowd was in for a surprise. It’s just next time, between you and me, Alice, I think I’ll ask them at different times.”
It wasn’t long before we were on the stage in the packed gymnasium and I had introduced Marie, Kayla, Rachel, and Jessika. Marie and I had talked as we walked there and I found out that Marie was an MU student! She was taking online courses and getting a Bachelor’s and Master’s in Journalism because our school allowed for students with a certain gpa to do seek four year and graduate level degrees at the same time. As I stood on the stage, finishing my introduction and Marie stepped to the microphone… she hugged me.
“You did a great job; I’ve never had anyone introduce me as well as you have.”
I blushed and looked into the crowd and my body jerked as she held me… Victoria… standing in the back staring right at me, no expression on her face… was she angry? Was she jealous? Did she remember the poster?
“You okay?” Marie said, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost… public speaking is one of the greatest fears people have, according to a statistical report I was reading. You should feel great.”
Marie was an excellent speaker; she made the crowd laugh with her jokes about how she could beat Rachel, Kayla, and Jessika single-handed and how she would name her first born daughter “Samantha” after her greatest rival in OPW. We were in stitches laughing so hard and Rachel, Kayla, and Jessika seemed to be enjoying everything as well. But Victoria was right on the front row, staring a hole in my head as I couldn’t stop glancing from Marie to her and back again. Marie started answering questions from the crowd, and when I saw Victoria’s hand go up, that’s when I got nervous.
“I heard you talking about your training,” she said with a smile, “How are your abs?”
“They’re okay,” Marie responded in a kind of confused way, “I do enough crunches, not as many of Rachel or Kayla, but I could take a pretty good shot… these three have given me some really good ones, believe me ha ha ha… and the one Allison Payne gave me… ooh, I’m still feeling that one.”
I loved Marie’s personality and her natural wit, and I figured it was over as I heard Rachel say, “I’m going to have to remind her not to do that.”
“Not to do what?” Kayla said
“Not to put your name and my name in the same sentence,” Rachel said, showing a slight grin at her own sense of humor and jab at Kayla.
“Too bad we never got to be in the same ring,” Kayla said smiling back, “I’d love to beat you and eat you.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Rachel said and walked off the stage, headed for the back, “I will return when it is my turn to speak.”
Kayla looked at Jessika and the two burst into laughter, then Victoria spoke up again.
“Why don’t you let one of us punch you in your abs and see how strong they are?”
Marie looked back at Kayla and Jessika and the two were so busy talking that they didn’t notice. When Marie turned around, Victoria was on stage staring down at her.
“Aren’t you a fit little thing,” Victoria said as she looked at Marie, who looked back up at her and smiled
“I can’t let you hit me,” Marie said, putting her hand over the microphone, “If you injured your hand, OPW would be liable and stranger things have happened.”
“Well,” Victoria said smiling and glancing at me, “can I at least poke you in the abs to see how tight they are?”
“Usually, I wouldn’t allow that,” Marie said sternly, “but since you walked all the way up here, I’ll--mmph!”
Victoria’s right fist slammed a short underhanded shot about an inch above Marie’s navel and the blonde bent slightly and held in her groan. Kayla and Jessika glared at Victoria and started to move in, but Victoria gave an innocence look and said, “She said I could; she said I could have one more.”
Marie looked up at Victoria with widening eyes as the boxum black haired blonde beater wound her fist up and slammed a knuckled shot right on Marie’s navel, forcing a “wuuh!” from my hero as she was lifted off her feet, but Victoria grabbed the front of her pants and pulled her down so it only seemed as though she was knocked up on her toes. I saw the imprint of Victoria’s fist in Marie’s shirt as it raised up slightly and I got a glimpse of her dime sized navel, that was perfectly round and only stuck in a little… already a bruise was forcing on and around it where Victoria had struck her.
Marie’s back was to Kayla and Jessika, so they couldn’t see her expression as Victoria smiled at me and held onto the front of Marie’s shorts. The podium was actually taller than Marie; I had to place a footstool behind it so that she could stand, but after the second punch, Victoria had her behind it so that no one could see. Marie raised her fists up; she had a glazed look in her eyes, a look I had seen before… on my face. Victoria whispered something into Marie’s ears and I saw my hero’s eyes widen as Victoria stuck her hand under Marie’s shirt, traced her navel, poked her in it and then, turning to the microphone, said, “Wow, Marie B! I hit you with two of my best punches and you took them and stayed standing… you’re the real deal!”
The crowd cheered loudly as Victoria seemed to walk off the stage and disappear among the bodies. Rachel had returned and said to Kayla, “What did I miss?”
Kayla smiled at Rachel, “Just this.”
Kayla grabbed Rachel by her shoulders and drove a knee hard into the Persian woman’s stomach as Marie moved to break them up. I heard Rachel gasp and saw her fold over… I also saw Jessika raise her eyebrows, smile, crack open a beer and move to the microphone. Rachel grabbed Kayla around the legs and pulled her down on her back, mounting her as Jessika seemed to egg the crowd and the fight on.
“Go! Go! Go! Go! Do you love OPW?!” Jessika kept shouting, “You wanna talk about female empowerment, huh? There’s nothing that says female empowerment like beating a bitch’s ass; you can’t just talk about it… you’ve got to do it!”
Marie was fighting her way through the crowd, who had rushed the stage once the fight broke out, and were watching. By this time, Kayla had kneed Rachel’s crotch and ended up on top of her, hitting her with rights and lefts to her raised arms. Rachel wrapped her legs around Kayla’s waist and squeezed, then placed her left hand behind Kayla neck, placed her right forearm against Kayla’s throat and applied pressure from both directions, trapping Kayla’s neck in a vice. Kayla was gagging loudly, but was slamming several hard shots down on Rachel’s soft lower abdomen and while Rachel wasn’t grunting, the pain was very evident in her eyes.
“Help me pull them apart,” Marie said to me as we made it to the middle
“I… I don’t think I can… they’re--”
“Just help me! You can do it if you try!” she said and we both pulled Kayla off of Rachel, who stayed down, holding her stomach while Kayla doubled over and clutched her neck.
“What the hell was that?” Marie said, sounding like a mother to these three women, but one of their children at the same time
“You tried to kill me, you fucking bitch!” Kayla said, and broke into a coughing fit
“That, my dear little runt,” Jessika said smiling and trying to hold back her laughter, “was a demonstration of female empowerment.”
“You planned to attack me all along, didn’t you?” Rachel said, rising and seething as she was rising
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to go all crazy on me,” Kayla said, still upset
“That’s it. Thank you for inviting me, Marie, but I’ll take my leave now. If I stay here, Kayla and Jessika both will be on injured reserve,” Rachel said and turned her back to storm off.
“Rachel! Wait!” Marie yelled as she ran after her friend as Kayla put her arms behind her head, stuck her tongue out and starting wiggling her hips. I really felt like I had fucked this up big time. Not only did I fail to stop Victoria from coming on stage and got Marie hurt, I didn’t stop a fight from breaking out. This was going to be bad press for the school.
“Boy are we giving you a workout, huh girl?” Jessika said, “But you know… I couldn’t help but notice you were getting off watching them go at it.”
I felt my face turn beat red as she grinned at me and brushed her finger down my cheek.
“You should see me fight; I’ll really get you right.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Kayla said, still favoring her neck, “she’s too old to do too much; though she doesn’t look it, tee hee! Come on, Jess! I‘m full of energy and I want to put on a show for these wonderful people here at MU. Do you guys want to see me and Jess duke it out?”
I went back to my dorm room defeated. I had failed and made a fool of myself in front of my hero… not only that, but I knew Victoria had hurt her. If she hadn’t caught Marie off guard, who knows how it would’ve turned out. But I saw something in Marie’s eyes when that second punch landed and I saw something in her eyes when Victoria whispered in her ear… Marie doubted herself; she had fear in her eyes and an acknowledgement that Victoria had hurt her… almost a “you got me; you hurt me, and you will probably beat me” respect that I showed Victoria when we first fought. Victoria hit Marie with controlled force; she knew it; Marie knew it, and no matter how hard I tried to block it out… I knew it as well. Victoria could’ve knocked Marie off the stage with ease. But I knew that there was no way Victoria could beat Marie in a fight.
I opened the door to my dorm room and closed it behind me, turning to lock it, so that when Victoria came, she would think I was gone. Marie was going to stay for two more days and meet with some of her teachers, and it was my job to be her aid, but I was so humiliated by what had happened, I told her I had class and that I’d catch up with her later. We exchanged numbers. She told me that she and Kayla had an argument about what happened with Rachel and that Kayla had gotten angry and left as well, but that Jessika had stayed and was at a strip club. Marie seemed very tired, and said she was going to go to her on-campus suite and rest, but she would call me if she needed me. I dropped face first onto my bed and closed my eyes. I wanted to cry so badly, but I felt my face being shoved deeper into the bed. Victoria was standing over me… she must’ve been in the bathroom and I couldn’t see and I couldn’t breath.
“You stupid blonde bitch,” she said softly, “I saw the way you were looking at her when she was standing up there… I saw it… well, I’m gonna show you.”
She went in my drawer and pull out life-sized my Marie B. poster. She turned me over on my back and put the poster front-down over my now naked body… I was staring into Marie’s smiling face, but the poster was somewhat shear and I could see through it a little.
“You’re gonna love this,” she dropped her pants and she was wearing a large dildo; when she entered me, she entered through the poster and I felt deathly numb inside as all I could see was Marie’s smiling face.
“You like this bitch so much, huh?” Victoria said, “Now, she’s fucking you… say her name bitch!”
“Marie,” I said, my eyes red from the tears as she opened the door to her suite.
“I’m so happy you could make it,” my hero said, “Jessika is still out. Look, I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. I cleared it up with the President of the university and with you coach and you’re obviously not going to be held accountable for it because it obviously wasn’t your fault.”
“I feel like such a failure,” I said, “I’ve failed on so many levels…”
Marie’s face changed from a smile to a look of concern, “What’s wrong, Alice?”
I just broke down. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told her everything; I told her about Victoria; I told her about how much I respected her; I even told her about my plan to get her to beat Victoria up and how Victoria was the one who punched her.
“Alice,” Marie said, the concern all over her face, “you have to go to the authorities. This woman has been abusing you for all this time; you can’t let her do this. I think you should call campus police immediately and have this girl arrested, because who knows how many women she’s done this to and who knows how many other women she’s doing it to now.”
“Why can’t you just beat her up for me, Marie?” I was sobbing, “You fought people without it being a sanctioned match… you fought Jenn Peccavi all those times; that wasn’t in a ring. You fought Kayla and all those other girls outside of the ring and Rachel at a cemetary… you fought Brittany Murphy (R.I.P.) on Jerry Springer and you fought Britney Spears in a gym! Please Marie, help me.”
“I’ve done a lot of things, Alice,” she said calmly, “but a lot has changed. There are all sorts of dangers in fighting that way. I’ve seen some of the best fighters in the world get beaten because they chose to fight outside of their element. People get stabbed and killed in street fights. Plus, I’m a professional fighter now and--”
“But it IS your element!” I was hysterical; she hugged me close
“I think you are going to have to go to the authorities,” she said, “But if she shows up, I’ll show you how to defend yourself. I’ll teach you some things. For the time I’m here, you’ll be staying with me. I believe in you, Alice… but please don’t betray me and don‘t try to kill Victoria. The last fan I took under my wing caused me a lot of pain.”
“I know about Spud,” I said, “I won’t let you down, Marie. But I hope you’d consider at least scaring her for me.”
“I’ll show you some techniques, wrestling moves so that when she comes at you, you can take her down and choke her out,” she said, “You have to be able to fight her off for yourself because if I beat her up for you, what will you do when I leave?”
I took a deep breath as she stood up and kicked off her shoes.
“Help me move the furniture and get the blankets off the bed,” she said, “We may as well not waste any more time because we don’t have a lot of it.”
TBC...
