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A few weeks ago in San Diego… Rachel Apache was still in her purple gym wear as she walked into her chateau, choosing to leave her silver Mercedes Benz out front. The 5’11” 150 lb Rachel, with her long wavy black hair that goes all the way down to her shins, her Persian brown skin, round face, with distinct nose, midnight blue eyes, and beautiful lips, her large breasts, firm upper abs but soft stomach below her trademarked navel and large butt, large strong thighs, and desirable legs, put her gym bag down, looking every bit like Wonder Woman… something is wrong.
Rachel- Roselyn? Mommy’s home… Roselyn? Angelo! Are you home with Roselyn? Did you get the tickets?… guess not.
Rachel felt the presence… she started to kick her sneakers off, but she rolled her eyebrows back and forth as her eyes shifted from side to side. She turned and shouted in surprise, falling onto the couch and giving a sneer to her husband, the tall dark and handsome Angelo, with his long wavy black hair and emerald green eyes, who laughs.
Angelo- Slipping, huh?
Rachel- That’s not funny. I could’ve taken your head off.
Angelo- I believe you, haha.
Rachel- Where is Roselyn?
Angelo- I dropped her off with my sister.
Rachel- Which one?
Angelo- Skylar.
Rachel- We’re going to have a talk about this later.
Angelo- You two are going to have to get over your differences. I figured we could have some time to ourselves. You look a little tired… workout must’ve been pretty rough. But with you, that’s no surprise.
Rachel- Did you get the tickets?
Angelo pulled out the two tickets for the Denver Broncos at the San Diego Chargers game to take place the Monday before Thanksgiving and Rachel produced her rare smiles as her eyes lit up. She stood up and reached for the tickets, but Angelo pulled them back.
Angelo- Uh uh, sweetheart. I would greatly appreciate some--
Rachel- Some what? You know I go to that game every year. I’ve told you that being from Colorado and living in San Diego for this long can be an interesting experience, especially since our Broncos are struggling. Yes, we have houses all over the world; we have our house in Calgary, our castle in London, our compound back home in Boulder (Boulder, Colorado, where Rachel was born), our Los Angeles estate in the hills, our ranch in Dallas, our New York penthouse, and the home we have in the Hamptons, but--
Angelo- Could I please finish? I… you know what?
Angelo tossed the tickets to the floor and tackled his wife, knocking her over and pinning her wrists to the couch. Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist and the two stared deep into each other’s eyes.
Rachel- It appears you have me at a disadvantage, Mr. Thunderhawk. Why all the contact? What did I do to deserve this much?
Angelo- You can be a very tough negotiator, Mrs. Thunderhawk, and you can talk on and on about what you‘ve got and who you are. I figured I’d just catch you off guard.
Rachel- If this is how you get my attention, then-- mmmfff!!
Rachel’s eyes widened as Angelo kissed her deeply. Angelo and Rachel have known each other since they were in diapers; Angelo knows that sometimes, it’s better to demonstrate with Rachel than to talk her into something. When they were much younger, Angelo would try to spar with Rachel just to get to know her and strike up a conversation later… she simply would tell him that he isn’t a good fighter and to stop getting distracted. She always respected him, but she fell in love with him once he showed her that he could stand up to her. Rachel told Angelo that the only way she would marry him is if he beat her in a fight… he forced a submission from her, but only because she told him that she would submit to him the night before. The two started kissing and he kept her arms pinned down as she tried to power up and grab him. He stood, yanking Rachel to her feet and then, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to their large bedroom. He threw his wife onto the massive bed and she lay there, defeat etched across her face as he climbed on top of her, placing his right forearm onto the middle of her stomach, right above her navel and applying enough pressure to keep her down.
Rachel- Ummm, you’re weakening me. My strength is fading because you have found my weak spot. Mmmph!
Angelo- You like that, don’t you? Are you ready to give up? Are you ready to tell me I’ve beaten you?
Rachel- You know me well enough to know that you will have to work for it, boy. Now, go to work.
Angelo yanked down Rachel’s shorts, pulling her panties down as well to reveal her large pussy, with a shaved stripe of pubic hair. He ran his finger down the middle of her stomach, tracing her slightly defined six pack, making her jump and pant by scratching and pressing her navel, which sits on the surface, is extremely sensitive and doesn’t stick in or out, then rubbing his knuckles around the soft mound beneath it, forcing more moaning and a gyration of Rachel’s hips.
Angelo- Do you want me to keep your shoes on or take them off?
Rachel gave Angelo a look for his sense of humor. Rachel doesn’t show her feet as a cultural norm, though paparazzi has taken pictures of her walking barefoot on the beach with her husband very late at night and many have marveled at how beautiful her feet are… like the rest of her. Angelo didn’t give Rachel a choice as he removed her shoes and socks, revealing her small beautiful feet, and while keeping her wrists pinned over her head with one hand, stroking his finger right up the middle of each soft delicate foot (though they can shatter cinder blocks and were able to kick a steel bar out of a barricade) and forcing a loud laugh from Rachel, who’s face blushed and stomach shook at having another of her vulnerabilities being exposed.
Angelo- First smiling, now laughing… you’re in rare form today, sweetheart.
Rachel- Easy on my stomach, Angelo; I’m being serious.
Angelo- What’s wrong?
Rachel- Nothing… just a little more tender there than usual due to some sparring.
Angelo- Oh, that again? Honey, it’s one thing if you’re training for a fight, especially a big one, but you don’t have to spar with everyone you meet.
Rachel- I don’t and you know I don’t. I just… I decided to teach this girl a lesson who is on the Ultimate tv show that Siena is producing. Gemma Rox, that is her name.
Angelo- And she hurt you? She hurt the great Rachel Julia Apache?
Rachel- Angelo… she got me a few times. I dominated her completely.
Angelo- She got you… you don’t usually say it that way. You’d say she ‘landed some shots,’ but you don’t say she ‘got’ you. She must’ve taken a good piece of you, huh?
Rachel- It does not matter!
Angelo ran his hand across Rachel’s stomach and traced her navel, forcing more moaning from her.
Angelo- I think she beat you.
Rachel- She did NOT beat me. She didn’t… she was just a little better than I expected. She kept saying that she hurt me when I was invited to be on the show as a guest trainer. She wouldn’t shut her mouth about it, so I let her see that she was not on my level. She did show potential and… (sighing) she hurt me. She hurt my stomach. She seemed very determined and even after I had completely dominated her and beat her from pillar to post, she kept coming back for more. She seemed not only eager to learn, but eager to hurt me.
Angelo- She beat you. I remember when I trained you and got Serenity to be your sparring partner. That first day was something. I watched you dominate her and wrestle her all over the ring, using your striking and movement. Then, I went to get lunch and came back, and she had you pinned and was punching your stomach. She beat you, and I have a feeling by the look on your face right now that this girl beat you too. I beat you... didn’t I?
Rachel- I know it excites you to hear me admit defeat, boy, but she did NOT beat me… got it?
Angelo- I like hearing you say ‘you beat me’ just like you did when I beat you. I think Gemma beat you; I think you told her she did. I think she hit you riiiiiiiiiiight here, and you went--
Rachel- OUGH!!
Rachel stared at Angelo with an angry look as Angelo pressed hard on her navel.
Rachel- You’re going to pay for that… you are in so much trouble, boy.
Angelo- I don’t think I am. I think you’re the one who’s in trouble.
Angelo buried his face between Rachel’s thighs, forcing more moans and groans as he led with his tongue, pulling her top off and revealing her very large brown breasts with very sensitive nipples, that she squeezes into a bra two sizes smaller to make them less of a distraction and less in her way. Angelo had his way with Rachel for several hours, listening and nearly laughing at her screams and the fight in her as she became the lioness that she is in the bedroom, only for him to break her and force a loud “NNNGGGGHHHH!!! OH!! YOU BEAT ME!!!!!!” from her as she sat up, a toothy broad smile on her face, then fell flat on the bed, glowing with sweat, her chest heaving, stomach shining… completely at his mercy. He smiled and ran his hand down the side of her fat right cheek.
Angelo- If only you would retire, then you wouldn’t be so tired so quickly.
Rachel- What are you talking about? Are you not pleased? You were doing a good amount of grunting yourself, Angelo.
Angelo- Rachel no, don’t take it the wrong way. I just don’t want you to keep fighting for too much longer. You’ve got nothing left to prove; we have a daughter who about to turn three; isn’t it time to walk away?
Rachel- You know how to kill my good mood, don’t you? I was supposed to fight Allison Payne three years ago, but we got pregnant. I had to vacate my title and win it back, only to vacate it again and win it back. There are people who I need to fight, not want to fight, but NEED to fight for me to walk away. I wish you would understand that because I am tired of repeating myself. My legacy must be fulfilled.
Angelo- Roselyn is our legacy.
Rachel- I know that.
Angelo- You’re the best mother she could ever have, but every time you get in the ring or in the cage, you’re risking it all because of the danger.
Rachel- Angelo, I’ve fought in wars. I worked for the C.I.A.; I’ve faced suicide bombers, deactivated bombs on sinking submarines, shot and killed terrorists on six continents.
Angelo- But that was before you had a daughter… and before we got married. I promised myself I wouldn’t marry you until you retired from this.
Rachel- I was born a fighter, Angelo. You knew what I was when you fell in love with me.
Angelo- No, you became a fighter.
Rachel- …..
Angelo- I broke my promise to myself because I couldn’t stand to be without you. Now, you’re 31; I’m 30; we have a daughter who will be 3 soon and you can stop now and you’ll have your health and a bunch of memories and titles and awards and all that stuff. You always talk about how Siena hung around too long, how Ms. Flex and all those other fighters and athletes like Brett Favre, Evander Holyfield, Muhammad Ali, Jessika, the Reaper, how they all hang around too long and their skills are far less than they were when they were in their prime. I don’t want to see you that way.
Rachel- I won’t be.
Angelo- You’re the best there was, the best there is, and the best there ever will be. If you believe that, especially the ‘I’m the best there ever will be’ part, then you can be comfortable with that. You don’t have to fight anyone else if you know you’re better than they are. How hungry are you, Rachel? Christina made you submit in a fight at her apartment a few years back and now, she‘s on television saying she‘s going to rape you. Allison Payne has beaten everyone who’s beaten you and wiped the floor with all the best fighters who are willing to fight her; she is the number 1 ranked fighter in the world. Glory has beaten you once and you have beaten her once; I’m sure she’s eying taking the world title from you and she is your successor. Jolene Rictor is obsessed with beating you because her father never could, and even Samantha used her ‘get a title shot anytime’ clause and ambushed you, beating you. She’s getting better and better, Rachel; you may have been able to beat her in that cage match, but she really pushed you and she almost came back and beat you… how much has she improved since then? And now, Gemma Rox and a whole new generation of fighters like Athena challenging you and copying your look… they all want a piece of you; they all want to take you down.
Rachel- You told me that I am the greatest fighter you’ve ever seen. Many people, many many people consider me to be the greatest of all time. And yes, living up to that does take a toll on me; it does break me down sometimes. You have seen me cry many times; you showed up on my doorstep the day after I lost to… her.
Angelo- Jasmine. She’s your sister and that’s another relationship I wish you would heal.
Rachel- I would’ve retired had it not been for you. I have to finish my career erasing any and all doubts that I am the best, even if it means hanging on longer than I want to.
Angelo- When we were younger, you had that fire and you wanted to clear out all of your competition and beat all of the great fighters. You wanted to pick off Siena and Shadow and Alicia Christmas and David Rictor and everyone else who was a star or considered the best. I was fine with that and I helped train you to be the best you could be so that your arrogance wouldn’t get you hurt because I know how you can’t deal with losing, and though you didn‘t think there was anything wrong with the way you fought back then, I saw all the flaws. You still leave yourself open for knees to the stomach.
Rachel- You told me I was perfect.
Angelo- You were and still are the best, Rachel; and you’re just as good physically as you were back then, and you’re a hell of a lot smarter. No one can see flaws in a fighter’s style and come up with a gameplan for winning a fight like you… well, other than me. But now, the target is on your back because you are the best. I can tell you don’t like the way that feels, all those fighters sizing you up and looking to make themselves legends by beating you, the same way you were when you were their age. Allison has called you out since 2005; you had to be forced to fight her, and then when it was time, you got pregnant with our daughter. Of course, I am just as much responsible for that as you are, if not more haha. But has it ever occurred to you that maybe even you know that it’s close to time for you to walk away? You’re still winning; you’re still dominating… but for how much longer and at what cost? You don’t have to fight them to prove you’re the best, especially if deep down, you don’t want to fight anymore or you don’t think your desire is still there and you’re not motivated enough to train and beat them. You can walk away and still be the greatest of all time; that will never change.
Rachel got up and walked to the bathroom door inside of the master bedroom. She entered and started running bath water.
Rachel- It’s not about whether I don’t want to fight. I love to fight, but I love to win. I don’t love to get hurt and I certainly don’t love to lose… you know that. You know me better than anyone, Angelo; that’s why I married you. I can’t be this way around too many other people. Let me think about it, okay? In the meantime… go and get my daughter; I want to eat out tonight. When I get out of the tub, I’ll call and make reservations somewhere nice and private.
Angelo- I’d take a pizza and rent a movie.
Rachel- I want to celebrate the day. I don’t know what we’re celebrating, but I want to celebrate anyway. And Angelo… I do love you and I thank you for putting up with me for so long. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Oh, and feed Tony (Rachel has a pet Bengal tiger who roams around her home and travels with her from time to time)
Present day…
Rachel arrives early at the gym for the two fights and sees Gemma in the cage with the grappling dummy. Gemma is dressed in her red lycra outfit, going over some last minute stuff before her big match. Rachel also sees Dawn, watching Gemma from a distance while snacking on popcorn and chuckling.
More to come…
