Dark Elves Stadium

Izette sat on the locker room entrance where often the football team would exit onto the arena. With her arms crossed, she calmly watched the show by puffing on her cigarette; she wasn’t stressed about the fight. She was just chilling while she waited for the commentators to do their thing. The anticipation though was causing the fans to scream with delight.

Raptus Regaliters vs. Honestly, Nice Guys.

Raptor Regulators vs. HNG

Team Wimmenz vs. Team Menz.

Whatever you really wanted to call it, what mattered was the fact that the teams where going head to head, and it were driving the fans absolutely wild. The sound echoed into the area that she was standing in.

Izette was absolutely stoked, as she knew this was the happiest moment in her life right now. Not because of the fights, mainly she was happy because there were hot dogs around as well as her hero was going to be in the arena. Ebris Dhifi. How she loved that man, despite what everyone else’s opinion. And what was that? The smell of hotdogs lingered in the air along with a variety of other food that could be purchased from a vendor. Oh, today was a variety good day.

With that the cheerleaders seemed to have finished their performance in the middle, which meant it was her cue to make her way out into the field. But first, she was requiring to finish her smoke.

“And that was the Dark Elves Cheerleading Squad!” A voice chuckled as the voice was heard overhead. No, it wasn’t God. But rather it was one of the announcers, which meant that the show was about to get rolling.

“Yes, Tom. They have been spending months preparing for that. And now that brings us to the main event for tonight’s entertainment! TEAM RAPTUS REGALITERS VERSUS HONESTLY, NICE GUYS! Let-” Before the commentator could finish his statement the crowd screamed rather wildly causing him to get cut off.

“All right! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE TEAMS!” One of the commentators hollered rather loudly into the microphone and the crowd cheered even louder. If they cheered any louder, Izette was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to be able to hear them anymore. With one final drag, Izette tossed her smoke to the side and began to make her way into the arena.

Two large cannons by the Raptus Regaliter’s entrance exploded to reveal a great deal of confetti showering down as the punker made her way into the arena. She turned to the crowd and began to wave and blow kisses towards them, which caused some members of the audience to faint.

Izette Prechtl was definitely a crowd pleaser.

It really wasn’t that hard to spot Katie in a crowd when that song began to play. But what really shocked Izette was the bright red hair that was on top of the Amazon’s head.

What the hell was that?

She looked exactly like a tomato.

“Nice hair, Supersize.” However, Izette’s voice couldn’t be heard as the crowd began to clapall in unison. On the screens around them pictures from both of their previous fights flashed. All of them showing highlights from both of their matches; hey look there was the Snowcone fight that Katie had! And Izzy’s prelim fight!

The chant from the crowd caused Izette to grin; it was a good mantra to get herself in the mood to please both the judges and the masses that surrounded them.

We will we will ROCK YOU!

We will we will ROCK YOU!

“BRING IT SUPER TOMATO!” Izette hollered at her as though to propose a challenge. After screaming that Izette paused for a second as though to think.

“And while you are at it, bring me a Hot dog!”

What? She was hungry!

And besides, Katie was still in the stands where all the food was.

[1/17]

((Edit: Format and numbers))

Well, that was the last time that Izette was going to order hot dogs from the concession here! Using Izette’s head, she head butted the case of hot dogs back towards where Katie was as though it were a volleyball of some sorts.

However, despite the bump with the newfound case was being sent back to where Katie was. It didn’t help the fact that there was turf and dirt flying into her face. Once getting hit in the face, Izette stumbled backwards slightly and quickly brushed away the dirt from the left side of her face. After all, sight was a very important factor

After clearing her face, Izette noticed that she was now standing beside one of the hurdlesused for track and field. Oh how the ideas turned in her head as she thought of what exactly she intended to do with it.

Grabbing onto the sides of the hurdle, Izette turned her body so that she would be able to see where Katie was still. She was waiting to see what Katie’s next move was going to be.

[2/17]

Katie and her charging.

Some people were starting to think that Katie was in fact a bull of somesorts. But despite the fact that the woman was aiming for her torso, Izette was aiming for something else. However, Izette wasn’t intending to stop Katie with her hurdle, in fact she had other plans.

Opening her mouth Izette took the spray of G-thirst landed inside of her mouth. And it was cherry flavored! Her favorite! Once taking the gulp, Izette turned her body causing it to straighten out. This caused the hurdle to not go for the taller woman’s body, but rather the side of her face.

SMACK

“TAG! YOU ARE IT!” Izette screamed rather loudly as the hurdle was going towards the face. Maybe next time they’ll be able to play a game of duck, duck, goose instead.

[3/17]

"GO GO!!"

One of the cheerleaders looked different.

"GO IZETTE GO!!"

She wasn't wearing the Dark-Elves's colors. She knew all the moves.

"IZZY IZZY SHE'S MY GIRL!"

Well well, it was none other than Asherah in her very own cheerleading outfit! (Sins the heels and the jacket.) Her blue bikini top made a reappearence from the fights of last year, and steel toes turned a lovely shade of white.

"IF SHE CAN'T DO IT! I'LL LAY A GUY NAMED EARL! GOOOOOOO IZZY!!"

Just then, a frail man dressed as Izette stood up with a bewildered look on his face. He was conflicted.

He was her number one fan. But... Earl's teeth gritted.

Damn his luck, he could never boo Izzy.

Asherah was having a blast before her fight, and it looked like Izzy was holding her own. But if the time called, she'd be in there to help in an instant. In the mean time however--

"BLLAALALALALLALALAL!!!! GOOOOOO!!! BLLALALALALALLA!!!"

Plop.

Her pom pom dropped to the ground. Pinning her ears back a bit, she bent over and picked up the thing before continuing her cheering.

"GOO IZZY!!! WOOO YEAH!! WOOO YEAH!!!"

Katie watched as the other woman hit the table full of G-Thirst. Izette was now covered in G-Thirst. That had to be sticky. Just the thought made Katie feel itchy and want a shower.

As Izzy stood and made the face Katie merely grinned. She knew Izzy was a tough cookie. She wasn't even close to going down with a slap to the face, even if it was with her sword.

The time it took Izzy to stand Katie had put her sword away. She stepped over to a camera man and ripped the camera right off of his shoulders. It was on and it was recording LIVE. The Amazon placed the camera on her shoulder and brought the lens on Izzy as she closed in.

"Speak to the people Izzy. They want to see a close up of this beautiful woman."

The camera focused in on Izzy as she moved in closer.

All the while the camera man was behind Katie speaking in hand gestures. It appeared he wasn't too happy with the events, until his boss spoke into the camera man's earphones and told him to leave it. It would be excellent for ratings.

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"As a matter of fact, we all do."

Oh yes, perfect. Katie had already anticipated Izzy's next move. The woman was suddenly running towards her, but before Izzy even rose her right hand to the camera she would find Katie had taken a quick step forward and brought the camera into the center of Izzy's face.

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

“HERE’S YOUR CLOSE UP!”

"Indeed. It's lovely."

The stadium crowd was suddenly oohin' and awwin'.

The blade would actually land into Katie's armored forearm, skimming off and making a slice up her bicep as her right arm shot straight forward with the camera in hand.

With this being a live feed, the viewers at home, and the viewers watching the screens around the stadium would really get the close up that they all had been waiting for.

It was Izzy at her finest with a camera smashing into her face, over and over.

[5/17]

Blood.

Yes, a girl's best friend.

Katie could smell the blood as the camera smashed against Izzy's face, but the best view was the image through the lens. Oh, how she wished she could be watching this over the big screen. She knew Izette had to be grinning like a fool, probably as much as Katie was as the camera hit its target. The sound of something heavy hitting flesh, it was a rather wet, squishy sound.

The camera was coming back in to strike Izzy in the face once again, but just after it hit she got a sharp pain in her left thigh and she roared.

"FFFFUUUUCK!"

Well, that hurt like a b***h, but she managed to bring that camera into Izzy's face for a third strike as the punker twisted the knife into her leg.

However, at this point, she'd just drop the camera, reach in with her left hand to grab the wrist of Izette's right arm, which was holding the blade and twisting it into her flesh. She'd push the punker's arm out to pull the blade free from her thigh while bringing down her right shoulder into Izzy's midsection. Then, her right arm would reach down to grab Izzy's right leg, ankle area, and tugged rather forcibly while pushing with her right shoulder to bring the punker off of her feet.

Yes, Katie was holding Izzy by the wrist and ankle. She would take some steps in a circle to bring Izzy off the ground then toss her wildly into the air.

It just so happen that the punker was being shot out towards the commentator box, which was directly centered between the field goal posts in the right field. She would go sailing through them.

BZZZZZT!

The buzzer would go off as a goal was made.

[6/17]

Katie watched as Izette sailed through the field goal posts and straight through commentator's booth, smashing the glass. The music then died, and there was an eerie silence as everyone waited for Izzy to move. That couldn't be it? She knew Izette was not that easily breakable.

Then, the woman began to move. Oh, good. Katie would have been disappointed if Izzy had gone down that easily.

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

“PUT IT ON ZANDY’S TAB!” She screamed as she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. Jumping over the boards which protected the fans from the action of their fight, Izette made her way back into the arena with the hot dog now hanging out of her mouth.

What was with Izette's fascination with hot dogs? Was that even healthy?

Standing down below, Katie had picked up one of those heavy balls for ball chucking, holding it in one hand at shoulder level.

"Iz!! Where's my beer?!" ]=<

Then, without warning Katie would squat then push up to use the muscles in her legs and toss the heavy ball towards Izzy.

"CATCH!"

Oh, the game was back on, so it was time to get your freak on and the stadium music changed to accommodate that.

[7/17]

All she could hear was shouting, screaming, a crowd roaring and among other things, their team names (along with those of the ones already fighting) being chanted in such a hype.

As Ryke trudged out from wherever it is she was, the expression on her face was hard to read, hard to determine if she was in a sour mood or a good mood. It was clear she hadn't gotten the time to get patched up after Eliminations, looking mighty war-torn where it counted, missing her bracers and leaving her right wrist to serve it's rightful time in wraps.

The gaping hole in her cargos' left pant leg revealed the delightful battle scars from getting practically maimed by a broken bottle and her left knee was, at least, in one piece but sure as s**t not perfect.

She had been barred from this match. Part of her was fuming, fuming that she had to miss out on the one battle she'd been looking forward to this entire tournament - the fight against Honestly, Nice Guys. However, a lot of the frustration was directed at herself and her poor performance in the battle against Dzan, and not being able to beat him before he beat her.

The other part? It was glad she could take a rest and sit out this round, happy to have a respite and watch her teammates go to town against Nice Guys. She was also rather pleased that she wouldn't have to face Colin anymore...not after what happened on the roof.

It'd been a very calm, very casual and easy going time up there - no violence no pain, no emotional breakdowns, nothing. Just conversation. Ryke had made up her mind sometime during which - a final decision before he could make up his own mind.

It wasn't worth the stress, for either of them. Many factors seemed to hint at the idea they would both be better off without each other in their lives anymore and with a peck on the cheek from the bounty hunter - that was that. She walked away and this time for good...

How did he feel about that decision? Ryke didn't know and wasn't about to bother worrying about it. Her mind was made up and she had wanted to end on good terms. No spite, no grudges, no hurt feelings, just a mature, mutual parting and it felt good to do it in a funny way - if he wanted to be sore well, hey, but she was fine and thrust it from her thoughts and put it behind her.

Time to focus on the present.

Izzy was fighting first, something she hadn't known cause of her pit-stop earlier in grabbing some food and a short nap. Who was she facing?

Oh right. HUEG chick!

The bounty hunter allowed a little grin to show itself as she planted her a** on the nearest bench.

Too bad she couldn't striker either. Man, what she wouldn't give to make use of some of this s**t, the G-thirst, practice footballs, hurdles, you name it! So much good stuff, but if it weren't for the possible card, she would've just said to hell with it anyway.

So all she could do was watch.

Pocket Gal Wrote:

"WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU PUT YOUR STICKS!?"

“But I love it when you touch my stick.” Oh yes, Izette had been waiting to use her sexual innuendos. As she spoke though she noticed that the taller woman was beginning to take part in the Hammer throw event. But Izette was on her toes; despite the fact that clearly it was broken. She knew though, if she didn’t do this her chances of getting stuck in another unpredictable situation was a lot higher than before.

Katie spun around and around in circles and than fell on her bottom. Not very epic but still it was rather close. The ball soared a few inches in front of Katie before hitting the ground. Once Katie hit the ground, Izette ran towards her (with a bit of a hobble) towards her reaching close enough to her as she was trying to get up.

Without any hesitation, she jumped up at the Amazon in order to try and cause her to fall back down. This would cause the taller woman to fall backwards yet again right on her butt with Izette on top this time. Her left hand was clasped onto the front of the armor, and she wasn’t intending to let go. As soon as the two of them stopped falling back to the ground, Izette began to punch Katie in the face with her right hand.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Each punch would cause a great deal of pain to both of them considering that there were still some glass shards sticking out of her knuckles, and they were now going into both Katie's face and deepers into Izzy's knuckles.

Talk about getting your freak on.

[9/17]

Blood.

There was tons and tons of blood, all coming from both of the girls.

Small children were crying in the crowd, as the horrific scene seemed to continue. What made it even more grotesque was the twisted smiles that both of the girls seemed to be wearing. Izette was even beginning to laugh a little as she continued to make her punches. For every punch that Katie through into Izette’s face, one of her fists came pounding down into hers. However it didn’t take a genius to realize that the two of them where not getting very far in their fight with the progression of the pounding fest.

In fact if the two of them kept it up, they would both resemble ground beef more so than fighters in the HOH tournament. Finally for a change of pace, Izette changed her positioning for the following punch. Swinging her arm backwards, Izette’s fist soared forewords and went straight for Katie’s windpipe. But due to the amount of blood and damage to her own face it was really hard to say if it would hit. However, if it did that would cause Katie to become winded for a few moments while having gained a few cuts in her throat, giving Izette enough freedom to sneak away.

[10/17]

OW!

Izette could feel the glass go even further into her knuckle, which caused her to yelp in pain. They were pretty deep now, and she was positive she wasn’t going to be able to pull it out with pliers at this point. That was really going to suck later.

It was at this point the two girls rolled around yet again to have now Katie on top. As the two of them rolled Izette reached down to and pulled out one of her other babies. After all, Izette really didn’t like being on the bottom. Especially when she knew what was coming her way next.

At this point, you would figure that she would have learned that this was not a good position to be in considering it was now probably her third time having her nose smashed. Once Katie’s forehead made contact with the bridge of her nose a rather large stream of blood gushed down her face and splattered everywhere. Hard to believe that she even had that much blood within her. As the connection was made Izette flicked the side of her left wrist to allow a glint to be caught in the light.

While Katie was pulling herself up from another hit against the punker’s beautiful blood filled nose she swung her arm up to smoke Katie in the cheek. With what? Why with Josieof course! And the punker began to giggle slightly causing some of the blood to enter inside of her own mouth.

“Let’s put a smile on that face, shall we?” There went Katie’s beautiful face as she began to pull along, in order to cause a cheek wound. Depending on how Katie's mouth would be positioned, her blade could run along the gums in her mouth or her teeth.

Definitely not fun for our amazon friend.

[11/17]

OH GAWD! The pain, the blood, the horror! Izzy did not just scar Katie's face up. Katie instinctively jerked her head to move forward as the blade hit her left cheek, ripping into the flesh and tugging her towards Izzy. Blood gushed everywhere.

Katie bellowed in pain. Her nostrils flared, eyes went wild. Oh, and her adrenaline kicked in, starting to cover some of the pain to keep her focused.

And since her head was so god damn close to Izzy's head, well, Katie jerked her left hand, which was still tangled in Izzy's hair. This openly exposed the right side of Izzy's head and Katie leaned in and chomped down on Izzy's ear, which would probably be followed by a ripping sound.

SCHRRIIIIPPPP!

This fight in close quarters was very gruesome.

[11/17]

[Edit: Add post number.]

The ear was in Katie's mouth. She spit the ear to the side. Her teeth were covered in Izzy's blood. It was a copper taste that she was familiar with.

Katie saw that look of shock in Izzy's eyes as she rose up, but she didn't see the punker bring the blade up towards her armpit. The blade hit. Katie once again yelled out from the pain. There was even more blood, now dripping down the side of her armor.

That damn blade. Katie was breathing heavily through her nostrils. She swore that she was seeing red. Her arm didn't move that great now, but her hand still could move, so she brought both of her hands to Izzy's left hand, grasping the fist that held the blade and shoved it across her chest to pin it there. To which she slid her right leg up to make sure Izzy's left arm was pinned.

The punker got what she wanted. Her hair was free now.

Then the punches would begin to rain down. Her right hand shot back and started whomping down on Izzy's face, over and over, probably causing more blood to spray as fist connected with the woman's face.

WHATHUD!

WHATHUD!

WHATHUD!

Her left hand stayed against Izzy's left hand while her right leg pushed against Izzy's arm to make sure she didn't try to squirm and use that blade again.

[12/17]

The shots never landed on Izzy's face. Izzy had jerked her hips to the right, except as they moved Katie's right leg was still up from pinning Izzy's left arm. So, she shoved that leg up between the two of them.

Blood was dripping everywhere off of Izzy's face, landing on Katie's. This was just disgusting. It wasn't very hygienic, at all. Hopefully both girls were pretty clean, but Katie had been with the chimera. That could be very questionable, since Katie knew nothing about his history.

Izzy's sloppy swing came down. Katie thought it was going for her face again, so she shot her right leg that was between them outwards. It didn't save her red locks from getting a butchered job done to the right side of her head, but it brought Izzy up off of her and gave her time to roll to her left. Her right knee came down to the ground to push her quickly back up on her feet.

Oh, the world wobbled as Katie stood. It took her a moment to clear the fog from her head. Then, she turned to face Izzy again.

This wasn't over, yet.

Blood oozed from her face, armpit, Gods know where. This looked like some horrible freak show.

And Katie looked across to where her opponent was, whether it be on the ground or on her feet, and grinned.

[13/17]

It was too bad the Amazon looked like a freak show with her split cheek. The grinning made it hurt, and she couldn't laugh, as much as she wanted to, as Izzy started to dance. It was the most horrible thing she'd ever seen. She'd never tell her that, but it definitely was horrible.

When Izzy stopped dancing, well, she was met with a charging bull. Not really a bull, but you get the point. It looked like one, since for a brief moment Katie brought her hands to her head and used her fingers to make horns on her head.

Then she would drop her left shoulder. She was running towards Izzy, closing the five to ten feet between them in seconds. At least Katie was kind enough to Izzy finish with her dance.

Her left shoulder was slightly lowered and towards the front, aiming for Izzy's middle to ram her. There would probably be a loud thud with a lot of pain, since Katie's shoulders were armored. Not to mention that if her shoulder connected with Izzy's middle it would send her sailing quite a few feet, actually, closer to ten or fifteen feet.

Katie sure did like to charge. It was all the red that Izzy was covered in.

[14/17]

[Edit: Added post number.]

Hoshit. Katie hadn't expected Izzy to hi the goal post. The loud twang sounded painful, but the punker seemed to have no trouble getting back up on her feet.

Izette was shrugging off her coat and using it as a cape, much like a bullfighter. Katie couldn't contain the grin. If she really wanted her to charge again, she was all for it.

Dark Conspiracy Wrote:

“OLE!” Both her and the crowd seemed to scream it at the same time, which caused an echoing sound to fill the arena.

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

She went charging towards Izzy, but instead of trying to ram her, she was going to try and tackle her.

If she managed to get close enough without Izzy moving out of the way that's what would probably happen.

[15/17]

Oh man, that's gotta hurt. Katie was all geared up, about to tackle. She thought she had this one, but nope. It didn't go down like that at all. When Izzy stepped out of the way Katie went head first into the goal post. She smacked it and there was another twang that permeated the air. Then, she fell backwards.

"Ow."

She grumbled as she stared up at the spinning sky. She slowly climbed to her feet and stared down Izzy. Was she going to make a move?

Hell no, she was going to wait for Izzy this time, and she would do so by bringing her hands up and gesturing with her fingers for Izzy to come hither.

"Are you scared?"

There was nothing better than some taunting.

[16/17]

"I laugh at fear too."

Katie would laugh right along with Izzy. She wasn't happy they were finished with the fight, but she had fun.

Good times, good times. This called for some celebrating.

With that said, Katie came up next to Izzy and she started to dance.

"Come on, Iz! You know the dance."

And they would dance awkwardly towards the medics.

[17/17]

"HOLY st WOMAN! You kicked some serious a! ******** yeah!" Ryke's exclamation came no sooner after the punker started, well, dancing with her former opponent, the HUEG CHICK Katie who - after watching their fight - had just earned more cool points.

s**t yeah what an awesome way to start the round! Now if only she cold fight D: How sad.

OH WELL! She could kick someone's a** later on and there was always next round! If by some miracle they managed to beat Nice Guys, which, was a long shot, then well she had to make up for her lack of excitement against someone awesome. All depending on who won the other fight between the teams Cannon Fodder and Mythos.

If they got creamed by the Menz after all, well, who cares they still got the chance to clean out the Loser's bracket!

Hmm, maybe she should call a medic or something? I mean, Izzy DID get an ear sliced off, among other things. "Do ya need me to call a medic or somethin? Or can ya make it back to the Hawk alright?"

Antique Queen Wrote:

Plop.

Her pom pom dropped to the ground. Pinning her ears back a bit, she bent over and picked up the thing before continuing her cheering.

Back at the hotel, Dash turned on the television and saw:

He almost got excited... almost.

Then he realised that she was an elf. Not only that, but she wrecked his car. Suddenly overcome with rage, Dash turned off the TV and headed out of the room, carrying his packed belongings with him.

Suddenly...

...except that it wasn't like that at all.

There was no armor. There were no lances. There were no thundering hoofbeats. There was no horse. There was, however, a crowd that had gone silent in momentary anticipation; seeing the inevitable before it happened in their imaginations and too desperate to see such a thing come to fruition than to dare cry out in joy to steal away the moment.

Silent death approached.

James wasn't the type of middle-school kid who'd stick playing cards in the spokes to make clicky sounds while he rolled, so as he rolled down the track encircling the grassy field in a hospital-issued wheelchair the only sounds he made were the dull whirr of his wheels spinning and the "ooooo" of the crowd that grew in volume proportionally with how close he was getting.

With a twelve-foot flexible pole braced under one arm and the other hand trying to keep his course steady, James Black braced for impact with the distracted cheerleader...

Antique Queen Wrote:

At that, Asherah waved both on her pompoms in the air once more, and---

Plip plop.

Blink.

Bending down to the ground, Ash crawled over to the pompoms and sat by them.

Dashboard Wrote:

There was a crescendo. The crowd burst in unison.

The flexible plastic pole buckled under the pressure, bending at the impact before James let go of it and tossed the pole off onto the grass.

"HaHA!" he shouted; the force of the collision already sending his wheelchair rolling backwards at a slow speed.

"It takes a real cripple to be a man!"

[ 1/17 ]

Had James made a terrible mistake? Was this girl whom he had jousted actually... Brazilian?

Antique Queen Wrote:

"HALALALALLAALALLALALALALAL."

...no, no. She was just annoying as hell.

"Now let's make this clear, little girl," the man said, idling backwards in his cripple-mobile while the faux cheerleader scrambled to her feet. His hands went to the grips on either side of the wheels and pumped them backwards a couple of times to kick up the speed a notch, rolling [strike]away[/i] at a slightly slower pace in a backwards direction than the bimbo was running after him at in a forward direction. It did give him enough time to casually grab the wooden cane that was laying across his lap in one hand and sweep it out in front of the girl when she tried to run around his chair in a 'none shall pass' sort of gesture.

"Your mother would be ashamed to see you wearing something like that..." there was a brief pause; James flicked the end of the cane momentarily towards Asherah's chest, "...though by all means, continue."

After all, Fox was still glued to his television.

Perhaps it was a slow start to things but you can't be expecting a person to be flying all over the place throwing hadoukens when they're in a wheelchair and already half dead. James held out the cane in front of the girl so that she couldn't rush around the side of the wheelchair. Other than that... he really had nothing at this point.

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“She’s loosing a lot of blood. I dunno if she’ll make it to the hospital in time.” One Medic sounded rather grave as he analyzed Izette.

“We’ll have to get her some more morphine!” The one doctor instantly ran over to the medical bag to prepare for some serious pain removal. As though doctor’s continued to try and help Izette, she nearly couldn’t lower her bloody eyebrow in disapproval.

She was not pleased.

“COULD YOU GUYS MOVE THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY? I AM TRYING TO WATCH THE GOD DAMN FIGHT!” She was definitely not one happy patient.

“And where the hell is my hot dog that I asked for!?!”

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themightyjello Wrote:

With his hand on the wheel James spun the chair back to the right, wanging the side and leg-supports into Asherah's thighs and knees just as he yanked at her with the cane. As the shameless woman fell over the armrests--

"Whaahh!!"

Asherah indeed fell shamelessly over the armrest.

themightyjello Wrote:

James would raise his right hand high into the air and declare:

"-it's high time to learn you some respect."

Alack! She would not get butt-smacked! Squirming about to face him on his lap Asherah reached up to his head and parted her lips slightly.

"Respect?" She whispered as she arched her back to bring herself closer to him. "Respect..?"

That's when she shoved his face into her rack and held him there.

"I'LL TEACH YOU RESPECT YOU POO HEAD."

}3/17{

He stayed his hand... not voluntarily, mind you, but because the moment her un-spanked backside was in imminent danger of becoming the epicenter of some hot disciplining action Asherah demonstrated just how much of a 'bad girl' she was and tried to suffocate him with her breasts.

Needless to say, there was only one thing to do in this situation.

...no, wait... that's not right at all...

It should have been a little more like this. When in doubt about suspicious cleavage, motorboat it.

[ 4/17 ]

In what might have been the first moment of real 'strategy' employed in this so-called-fight James... didn't let her do that.

Perhaps he'd been exploded by the chimera and perhaps it stung like a bitty to have the harlot wiggling around on top of all his stitches and partially closed wounds, but his upper body was in comparatively good condition and he still had more than enough strength in his arms to be able to do something like wrap his left arm around the woman's waist to stop her from ending this lapdance halfway.

"Mrrddr yrr tnnkr gnng?" It was completely unintelligible no-thanks to the gratuitous boobage.

Was this ever going to actually become -a fight-?

The question was answered when James grabbed a handful of Asherah's tit-restraint and snapped the elastic band on her.

No. No it wouldn't.

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"Mo maff mifuffnk!" he shouted. Translated out of boobspeak, that would be Oh that's distgusting!.

It was, too. Nobody wanted to get loogie smeared on them, but it was too late to stop it... the only thing left to do now was to get revenge in some way. The options were varied, and there were many things that he could have done at the moment... shanking, stabbing, bludgeoning, burning... He could. It wouldn't have been easy but it wasn't entirely impossible for him to burn her.

However he took the first option that he saw.

He bit her.

Right in the tit.

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She shouldn't have done that.

She really shouldn't have done that.

The chocolate ear and the breast suffocation were certainly annoying but it wasn't like either of them really hurt. Until now these two had been content in some sort of mockery of combat, making jabbing assaults that were no more damaging than what you'd find from a middle-school bully. James was having a little too much fun with it to have let that go so early, even though the opportunity had presented itself multiple times and even now continued to be sitting right there in his lap begging for a spanking (metaphorical this time, rather than the type that had already been handled).

Burned hair and licking flames weren't something that James was unaccustomed to. After all, he had a wickedly bad streak of luck when it came to getting on the bad side of dragons. However, this didn't mean anything along the lines of 'he had grown accustomed to fire'... in fact it was much the opposite. Things started to burn and he knew very quickly that he didn't want them to burn. He didn't want them to burn real bad.

"GAH!" he shouted. Already he had a hand around her waist; the other had grabbed onto the strap of her 'top' but it shot up and grabbed a fist full of the harlot's hair at the back of her head; and without letting go of her James yanked down on her hair to force her head back.

"Wench!"

She shouldn't have done that. It hadn't gone over very well.

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James had a witty comeback for that one all prepped and ready to go.

"NO."

Now, Asherah wanted to get off of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride and James wasn't exactly too keen on her taking him for another spin either. However, with the fact that he was sort of stuck in that wheelchair and she wasn't aside from him keeping her there, if he let her get up now there'd be practically no way for him to keep up with her after that.

Obviously, Asherah had other plans as she fought and wiggled about trying to shove off of him and get away. He still had his hand holding her by the scalp and he had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist so that she wasn't able to get away before. Now, as she was bent back so far that she was practically arched over that arm, the harlot had decided she wanted to try and knee him in the face... with disastrous consequences.

What happened next was something that should never accidentally happen between two people... but apparently it's a common problem with the Asians. Perhaps they have magnetic crotches or something, only a Scientist could properly explain it.

In the end, rather than getting away Asherah ended up inverted. Oh what a predicament this was.

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HANDICAP PARKING STRIKER!

There was a loud beep, beep from somewhere to say wide load coming through. Oh, that was for the two struggling on the wheelchair. This was a handicap only parking zone and it looked like the tow truck had arrived.

Antique Queen Wrote:

When they toppled over he was going to have a nice nose full of butt and a headache, and she was wasn't going to feel right walking after this. Crawling away out of his reach-

Before Asherah could even get up a huge armored boot came out of nowhere from the left side of her face. It was Katie. She thought it was time to try for another touchdown, except she wanted to use Asherah's head as the football.

That would probably send her sailing a good fifteen feet, give or take a few, considering the power packed in Katie's legs and the fact that Asherah was crawling, which meant she was kneeling, a very good spot for a face punt.

Her right foot would probably connect with a sickening crunch. Armored boot to the face, couldn't have been good.

This would give Katie enough time to bend and pick up the wheelchair with James in it and upright him. However, she made sure to slap this sticker on his face.

He should know better. This is a handicap parking only spot.

"GET YOUR a** UP AND MOVE!"

She'd be barkin' orders out to James.

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BEEP BEEP

Beep? Why was there beeping? Asherah sat up to see where this noise was coming from. There wouldn't be construction or anything at this time.

OwO

"Wha-- WHAAA!!!"

And there it was. Katie, the female rhino of HoH trudging towards Asherah as if she just stole her favorite panties. Falling back on her toosh, Asherah quicky crab-walked until she was away from the calamity that was Katie's foot, then popped up with her hands infront of her.

Now Asherah was dressed only in a bathing suit and her boots. Flimsy clothes cause for easy slip aways. And in the case of Grabby Hands Black, those clothes saved her from being futher defiled.

SSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssss....

"SPRINKLERS?! REALLY?!!"

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Getting up was out of the question. Getting busy was similarly out of the question.

Katie gave James a push in Asherha's direction but just at that point the sprinklers turned on. Apparently someone had been playing with the groundskeeping controls (or one of the fight coordinators was playing a prank) because the sprinklers should never automatically turn on during the hours in which the stadium was in use.

[Insert appropriate 'wet swimsuit' image here.]

The problem came in that, despite Katie's 'good intentions' in pushing him towards the harlot he had no desire to be rolling across wet grass or he'd end up right back where he had been a moment ago. James grabbed onto the wheels shortly before the chair rolled off of the track encircling the field and stopped himself.

For now he'd just have to wait for the harlot to come out of the mechanically generated rain, though it didn't look like that was going to happen soon. She seemed to be having too much fun... posing?

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Katie plopped down not far from Izzy, letting the medics get back to stitching things up. The cheek was done, but now they had to work on that thigh that Izzy had stabbed.

In Katie's hands she had about four hot dogs. She was famished. Just as she was about to take a bite out of it she noticed the medic gettin' lippy with Izzy, so she chucked a hot dog at the back of the medics head. There was a splat as it hit. When the nurse turned around Katie pointed towards the camera man that was still glaring at Katie for stealing his camera and smashing it up.

It didn't matter to Katie that she looked like the culprit, hands full of hot dogs. She lobbed one of the hot dogs towards Izzy.

"Eat up."

She'd scarf down the two hot dogs left. She was practically salivating all over them.

She wasn't posing! She was merely readying herself incase of another Amazonian bulldozing!

It would have been nice for a photo shoot.... But her head hurt from all that hair being pulled out, and that unsightly red bite mark on her breast was.. interesting. Plus it hurt. No photo shoot today.

Ashearh coudln't stand here all day though, beating had to be done. Charging towards James, Ash picked up speed and just as she was about to fling herself into him, she slipped.

"WAH!"

Plat

Headbutt-uuu to crotch-uuu~~

"WHA DAH FAHHHH!!!"

}10/17{

Fox didn't like his goddess being touched.

=( s**t is going down.

[ Cognitive Genome ] Wrote:

Ebris was out there, somewhere.

Raging really rathin' hard more than likely, as he couldn't find a certain BLUE XENO b***h to beat the rathin' piss outta.

:{

And somewhere...

On the sidelines.

Izette was pleased.

Joseph was sitting on the wrecked couch of his wrecked estate eating a bowl of honey bunches of oats, in his bathrobe, at 4pm. He watched this shitshow go down in spite of his aching head. He winced in pain when Ashearh violently went down on James.

But as he opened one eye he could see that James wasn't wincing like every man watching this telecast.

A spoon clattered to the ground.

Joseph only had one question.

"Is this true?"

[ Cognitive Genome ] Wrote:

he couldn't find a certain BLUE XENO b***h to beat the rathin' piss outta.

What was he talkin' 'bout? Nocere was o-... Late again.

The alien was not keeping a good example for her team, she hadn't arrived on time for any of the fights so far. She did manage, however, to arrive on time to get her fight started. That should suffice for now, she hadn't screwed up their winnings with her tardiness and she managed to catch the replays of her teammates fights afterwards. Nocere just had to hope they didn't screw themselves over when she wasn't there to keep an eye on them.

The sky had darkened forcing the stadium lights to turn on, brightening the arena floor, as if the sun hadn't gone down at all. Music began playing from the speakers surrounding the Stadium and from the far side of the field a large elf appeared. The thing was obviously a fake, a larger than life suit, just the Dark Elves mascot, jumping and dancing around, doing it's crowd pleasing act. Trying to get them pumped, but for what? The team shouldn't be coming out, the HoH staff had taken possession of the Stadium for the Team Wimmenz versus Team Menz fight. So what exactly did this dillweed think he was doing?

The mascot's intentions would become clear as Number 55 jog out onto the field, by himself. That wasn't right, there was no 55 on the Dark Elves team and why the hell was he carrying half a door in one hand and a 2x2 in the other?

The door was set to the ground and the free hand rose to take off the overly large football helmet. The dirty green dread-lock like hair could be seen easily now, along with the not-so-pretty teal face as Nocere Poema scanned the arena for her opponent.

Ebris Dhifi wasn't too far away, when her white pupils were upon him, Nocere sneered. She placed the helmet back onto her head then cracked her neck, getting prepared for their fight to begin.

When the James tripped the right break, Asherah in turn shoved her heels into the ground to make them stop. It was pointless to keep running in a circle.

"MEW SOOPD CIPPLE!"

Letting go of the chair, Asherah quickly wrapped her arms about his back and hefted him up out of his cripple chair. Asherah was able to lift Ryke just over her head, so a nice little suplex shouldn't be too hard. Bending her back into an arc, Asherah fell backwards and slammed his face into the ground.

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There wasn't a whole lot that James would be able to do to keep his world from turning topsey-turvey. Being in a wheelchair meant that, at best, he could only move a little under his own power and right now wasn't quite the time for him to suddenly reveal to the world that it was all a hoax and that he was actually a traveling acrobat with the circus capable of performing impossible aerial feats of inhuman agility. No, when Asherah decided to up and haul him away the best he could do was to avert his eyes and briefly contemplate how hard the ground was going to be.

He hit the ground with the back of his shoulders. It would have been pretty stupid to stare dumbfounded at the large, flat, impossible to miss thing that was barreling towards him at an unprecedented rate, so rather than just watching as it all happened he tucked his head down and yanked harder on Asherah's hair. His abdominal muscles might not have been all that they were cracked up to be but a sharp pull on the back of the harlot's head was enough torque to yank him away from an inevitable broken nose on top of everything else.

Flop. Crash. Thwump.

His curl caused the force to slam down on his back and shoulders instead before his body rolled over top with a crash. The harlot, who had arched herself over to get him out of the chair would end up on top but inverted in both ways compared to how they were before... unless his grip on her head was so just tight and her teeth were just so strong that they dragged her up and over into a similar bellyflop.

"Ah, hell..." James muttered, talking to himself aloud as he was forced to stair at the dripping wet buttocks inches above his face. It wouldn't have been so terrible a sight... if not for the fact that because of all her rolling around in the sprinklers Asherah had grass clippings clinging to her all over the place.

"That's just not right. At all."

He still had his grip on her head though, but without the chair in play it seriously compromised his ability to control the situation with just that. The first thing that he did after hitting the ground was to grab at her again; this time bring his right arm over top of the harlot, under her chin to hold her against him before she could get up. After doing that, he finally let go of the woman's hair for the second time and threw his left arm around her midsection.

Too bad his legs were all ******** up. This would have been perfect positioning for a piledriver.

Well, since they were already here he'd might as well apply some pressure on her neck. James didn't have many other options at this point and his arm had already gone around her neck in order to keep the harlot from wiggling around more than she already was. If he could keep her from wiggling out for long enough he might be able to put the little girl to bed and finally end this debacle in a way that wouldn't cause Fox to orgasm on his hotel television.

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[edit] (( Dunno if Anna even started to post, if she did I'll un-edit. Just figured I should do something while I'm here... ))