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Emma Goes All In
By: RampageSports Date: August 21, 2014, 11:09 pm
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Author's Note: OK, so... here it is. The first truly new story
in the RSI archives. I'm sure no one here has been eagerly
awaiting this moment, but at least it's not another reposting of
something I'd already done. It's the follow-up to the recent
events involving Tiffany and Emma. When I set those events in
motion, I didn't know how I was going to follow it up. I had a
general idea that something had happened between them, and that
something caused Tiff to perform poorly against Nadine. But, I
really know what that something was going to be. It would have
to be big in order to distract Tiffany from such an important
fight. And, it would have to be deeply personal to have both
women so shaken up by it. I tossed that around for a while, and
an idea started to form. I wasn't sure I wanted to use it, as
it is WAY outside of the normal UMMA boundaries. But I couldn't
shake it, so I decided to take a chance and see what happens...
Timeline: The story picks up three days after the events of
"Nightmare Relived."
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July 27, 2014
When people say "be careful what you wish for," I always assumed
they were talking about how blindly pursuing selfish desires can
lead to new and often greater troubles. My only wish after the
Second Coming event was for a pleasant, peaceful ending to
whatever the hell was going on with training partners Tiffany
Mulheron and Emma Watson. That doesn't seem too selfish, does
it? And I'm happy to report that, only a few days later, my
wish was granted. And now... geez, have I got troubles.
When last we left things, Tiffany had gone off to lament another
crushing loss to rival Nadine Coyle. The fight was a totally
one-sided disaster, with Tiffany showing nothing more than how
much pain she could take. Mulheron looked distracted and
completely overmatched, and she offered no excuses and no
explanations afterward.
The fact that Tiffany needed some time alone was not surprising.
What was shocking was Emma taking off after her, leaving me
stunned and more than a little panicked. After all, Emma had a
fight coming up at the next event. Would she get back in time
to complete her training regimen? Would she be able to focus on
the task at hand? Hell... would she even be back in time for
the event, itself?
I got the answer to all these questions and more as both women
reappeared at the RSI training facility a mere three days later.
I don't know exactly where they went, and I didn't ask any
questions. I was just happy to have them back. But, it
wouldn't be long before I learned more than I ever wanted to
know.
It was near the end of the day when I got a call from Stephanie
McMahon, who was down in the training area.
"I think you need to come down here."
"What's going on?" I asked, fearful of yet another disaster so
soon after the previous one had ended.
"Uh... just come down and see for yourself," she said as she
hung up.
Oh, sh*t.
I made my way down to the training area, finding mostly
darkness. It was late, and only one of the practice cages was
in use. The lights were out in the rest of the room. I peered
into the darkness, looking for Stephanie.
"Richelle," came a faint whisper. "Over here."
I followed the mysterious voice, finding Steph standing in the
corner of the room, along with team leader Danneel Harris.
"Why are we hiding in the dark?" I asked.
Steph said nothing, merely gesturing toward the active cage. I
turned to find that the fighters working overtime were none
other than Tiffany and Emma.
"Oh no," I groaned. "What's going..."
"Shhh," Danni said, putting a finger to her lips. "Just watch."
I frowned at her briefly, but did as she asked.
The two fighters looked to be in top form. Tiffany pressed
forward behind her jab, but Emma was ready. The younger fighter
caught the punches on her guard, and stepped into her friendly
adversary, launching a knee strike that caught the advancing
blond in the gut. Tiffany staggered back, and Emma pressed her
advantage, looking to end the session with a vicious roundhouse
kick. But Tiffany gathered herself, ducking the blow and
tackling the off balance Emma to the mat. Mulheron moved
quickly, scrambling to get the mount before the brunette could
recover. But, Emma was already moving, rearing back for an
upkick that Tiffany barely managed to evade. Emma rolled up and
dove at Tiff's legs, tackling her to the mat and gaining the
mount position before the Scottish beauty could do anything
about it.
"Wow," I said. "Emma's ground game is really..."
"Shhhhh!" Steph this time. It's a good thing I trust these
two, or I would have had to slap somebody right about that
point.
Emma quickly pinned Tiffany's arms with her knees. Mulheron
thrashed like a wildcat trying to get free, but it was no use.
She was beaten, and she knew it.
"Give it up, blondie," teased the young champion. "You're all
mine."
Tiffany bucked helplessly, but she refused to quit. So, Emma
took it to a new level... playfully slapping at her face as she
teased her some more. "C'mon, b*tch. Admit it. You're beat,"
she cooed. "Besides," she added with a wicked smile. "You know
you want it."
That last line caused me to raise an eyebrow. I looked over at
Steph, but she had her full attention on the scene playing out
in the cage. So, I turned to Danni, but she was equally
transfixed... her mouth open slightly... her tongue absently
touching her lips...
What the hell is with these two?
With little choice, Tiffany surrendered. "Fine," she said.
"You got me."
"Mmm, hmmm," Emma purred. "And now, it's time for your
penalty."
The way she said it... so soft, yet so confident... caused me to
literally forget where I was. I suddenly felt as if I were
watching a movie.
"Oh, Emma," breathed the blond actress.
What... the...?
"Remember," continued the younger fighter. "You can't do
anything. I won. I'm in charge."
Tiffany nodded softly.
Emma slid slowly down her friend's body, mounting her gently
across the midsection. Though her arms were now free, Tiffany
made no attempt to escape or gain control. She just laid there,
her eyes locked onto Emma's. The brunette gazed right back at
her. Those brown eyes... so cold and calculating in the cage...
were suddenly warm and inviting. She bent down slowly, her face
inching ever closer to Tiffany's. Tiffany, heeding Emma's
gentle warning, dared not move. She just waited as Emma's
teasing, torturous advance continued.
Now, obviously, I knew what was about to happen. But, as Emma
slowly tilted her head... as her lips brushed softly against
Tiffany's... as the two women melted into each other... it took
me a few seconds to realize I'd stopped breathing.
The intensity of the kiss grew steadily until the two became
lost in it. Without thinking, Tiffany brought her arms up,
seemingly trying to wrap her young lover in a warm embrace.
But, Emma's hands shot out and pinned the blond's arms back to
the canvas. Watson broke the kiss and gave Tiff a stern look.
"I'm sorry," rasped Tiffany, her voice seeming to catch in her
throat.
Emma said nothing, giving only a small, almost imperceptible
nod. Keeping Tiffany's arms pinned, she moved back in slowly
toward the blond's mouth, only to change direction at the last
moment... nibbling seductively at Mulheron's right earlobe. She
kissed her way down slowly, paying special attention to the
sensitive area between the cords of the blond's neck. She
continued, kissing her way down the soft skin of her lover's
throat, then down into the hollow between her ample breasts.
Emma had quietly released Tiffany's arms again... her hands
gliding gently over the blond's sports bra. The spandex
material left little to the imagination, and it was clear, even
from where we were standing, that Emma had Tiff's full
attention. Emma traced the top line of the bra with the tip of
her tongue, starting with the right breast... slowly down and
over the gore... and up over the left. Her hands slid down over
the blond's rib cage. Hooking the backs of her fingers under
the bottom band of the bra, Emma spread her hands out wide.
Instantly the springy fabric popped up, releasing Tiffany's
heaving chest. Clearly, not all of Emma's expert moves were
reserved for the cage.
She took Tiffany's left nipple between her soft lips, sucking it
gently as she stroked the right nipple with her fingers. She
pulled gently with her mouth, the tender flesh of Tiffany's
breast rising slowly until Emma finally let the nipple softly
pop from her lips. She went right back in, torturing the blond
by gently working the orb with her tongue, lips and teeth.
Tiffany, meanwhile, had check out mentally... lost in erotic
bliss as her younger lover worked her magic. Her back arched
slightly off the canvas as her head lolled back... her mouth
partly open as she moaned softly. Emma slowly repositioned
herself. Never taking her attention from working Tiffany's
sensitive breasts, she shuffled on her knees until her body was
perpendicular to the blond's. Shuffled isn't really the right
word. Her movements were more of a slither... like a snake or a
cat. Every move was slow and sensual... keeping her body
pressed against Tiffany's as much as she could. She wasn't just
making love to Tiffany. She was putting on a show for her. And
it was amazing.
I know I should have stopped them. And, I know the three of us
certainly shouldn't have been standing there watching. But, I
simply could not will myself to move. I was completely
mesmerized by what was unfolding in front of me, and, without a
doubt, the most mesmerizing part was Emma. For those who've
seen her fight, I guess it shouldn't have been all that
surprising. But, to see her take the same intensity and focus
she displays in battle and apply it to something so sensual and
erotic... I'm not going to lie. I was having thoughts about
challenging Emma when she was done with Tiffany. And I was
going to throw that fight, for damn sure.
Her new position left Emma free to explore new areas of
Tiffany's body. Her hand crawled slowly down over the blond's
abs... she slipped her nimble fingers under the waistband of
Tiffany's shorts, and then...
Tiffany's eyes flew open as her tormentor made contact with her
womanhood. Her body recoiled, her back arching high of the cage
floor. Emma was ready, though... her left hand on one breast,
her mouth working the other. I could see her other hand gently
stroking her lover beneath the shorts. Tiff was obviously
struggling to contain herself. It seemed like she might release
at any moment.
And then... Emma stopped.
Tiffany groaned and sat bolt upright as Emma just... stopped.
Both hands removed, she sat back on her heels and studied the
blond.
"What are you doing?" Tiffany panted.
Emma said nothing.
"Emma, what are you DOING?" Tiffany said... the urgency... the
need... plain in her voice.
Again, Emma said nothing. She stood without a word, her playful
eyes locked on Tiffany. She grabbed her own top with both hands
and quickly pulled it up over her head. She twirled the empty
garment on her finger for a moment before tossing it away.
Then, she strolled right up in front of Tiffany, turning so that
her ass was only a few inches away from the blond's face. Emma
began to slowly roll her hips, her firm, tight ass dancing in
front of her tortured lover. Then, she turned around. Hooking
her thumbs in her shorts, she continued the hip movement. With
each roll of her hips, the skin tight bottoms inched a little
further down... exposing more and more of the neatly sculpted
triangle of hair above Emma's womanhood. Next came the soft,
pink flesh of her p*ssy. Tiffany looked physically pained at
the sight, but she new better than to move without permission.
This was Emma's show.
Emma worked the bottoms down over her thighs. Then, she stopped
and looked at Tiffany.
"Take them off," she ordered.
Tiffany quickly reached up to oblige.
"NOT with your hands."
The blond nodded that she understood. She leaned forward and
latched on to the waist band of the shorts with her teeth. Emma
started to roll her hips again... her warm, moist slit
undulating only inches from Tiffany's face. After a few
moments, Emma slowly raised her right leg, stepping out of the
shorts. Once free, she repeated the process with the left leg.
The young Harry Potter star moved with the confidence and
sensuality of a woman who was very comfortable in her own skin.
And why shouldn't she be? She looked magnificent. In fact, it
was plainly obvious that her bra top was only required for
modesty purposes. Her young, firm breasts were quite capable of
supporting themselves. To be honest, I was more than a little
jealous.
Growing old sucks.
Emma bent down, making a slow, methodical show of pulling the
shorts off of her blond partner. Once she finished, she
strolled around behind Tiffany, then dropped to her knees.
Gathering the Scottish beauty's long hair, she lifted it high
atop Tiff's head, pinning it there with her right hand.
Kneeling up behind her lover, Emma gently kissed the nape of
Tiffany's neck, then kissed her way over to her left shoulder.
Tiff moaned softly as her eyes closed. Her breathing was
shallow and quick. She rolled her head to the right, completely
exposing the opposite side of her neck. Then, Emma put that
tongue to work again... touching the tip of it to the base of
Tiff's neck, then dragging it lightly up to the blond's ear.
She nibbled again at Tiff's earlobe, pulling it gently with her
lips.
Then, she got wicked.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered.
Tiffany's eyes fluttered open. "What?" she breathed.
Emma switched sides, stopping to press her lips between the
blond's shoulder blades as her left hand took over the hair
duties, then coming up behind her right side.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered again.
"I want..." Tiffany trailed off as Emma ran her tongue along the
edge of her ear.
"You want what?" Emma asked sternly.
"I want..." Tiffany struggled to speak. "...YOU."
Emma sat back, using the fist full of hair to gently force
Tiffany to lay back in her lap. Then, she leaned in so that she
and Tiff were eye to eye, upside down.
"Say it again," she whispered as she looked deep into Tiffany's
eyes.
Tiff never flinched. "I want you," she said more forcefully.
Releasing her handful of blond hair, Emma leaned in further,
pressing her lips to Tiffany's in an inverted kiss. The physics
were no problem, though, as the two women kissed each other
hungrily. Then, suddenly... Emma broke it off.
"Say it again," she repeated.
"I want you." Tiffany's voice ached with desire.
"Say my name."
Tiffany practically moaned her response. "Emma."
"What do you want?" I was starting to catch on, and so was
Tiffany.
"I want you... Emma," she said with a hard swallow.
Emma gently sat the blond upright again as she knelt behind her.
Then, she reached around and cupped both of Tiffany's firm
breasts in her hands.
"What do you want me to do to you?" Emma asked sharply.
"I want you to..." Tiffany started to respond.
Emma used her thumbs to massage Tiffany's orbs, digging gently
at her sensitive nipples.
"You want me to what?" she asked more sternly, as if it was
Tiff's fault she didn't finish her answer.
"I want you to..."
Again, Tiff was cut short again as Emma lightly pinched both
nipples and gently pulled at them.
"Say it!" Emma commanded.
"I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM!" Tiffany's scream echoed through the
room.
"My name?"
"Emma," Tiffany said as she turned and looked pleadingly at the
young woman who was torturing her.
"Please... I want you to make me cum, Emma."
Oh... my...
"I want to make you cum, Tiffany."
God.
From that point on, Emma seemed to take pity on her tormented
partner. She came around and knelt astride her lover. Cupping
the back of the blond's head with her left hand, she gently
pulled her in, kissing her deeply and tenderly. She sat up
high, making room to reach around and massage the Scot's aching
p*ssy. No more games. No more words. The kiss grew more
intense and hungry, as if each need the other to survive.
Emma's fingers worked expertly as she used her index and ring
fingers to gently separate Tiffany's lips while her middle
finger stroked and massaged her swollen clit. The end did not
take long.
"Oh..." the blond moaned as she broke the kiss and fought for
precious oxygen. "Oh, Emma..."
Tiffany wrapped her arms around the brunette and buried her face
in her neck. Emma lovingly nipped at the blond's ear and waited
patiently for her partner to finish.
"Unnnnnhhhhh..." the blond moaned raggedly. "Ahhh...
AHHHHHHHHH!!!" her body shuddered as the wave of orgasm coursed
through her.
I'm pretty sure I heard Steph gasp from behind me, and I know I
watched Danni stumble as her knees buckled beneath her. I,
meanwhile, just shook my head in disbelief.
Emma f*cking Watson. Who knew?
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Emma Goes All In - Part 2
By: RampageSports Date: August 21, 2014, 11:10 pm
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A sobering thought wiped the smile right off of my face, though.
I was going to have to confront them about this. The two
lovers kissed and giggled like schoolgirls as they lay curled
together on the canvas. It was a beautiful scene of new, young
love in action. And now I had to f*ck the whole thing up. And,
something told me it was going to get very ugly. The only
question was, how ugly? And that was going to depend on Emma.
"Leave," I said quietly.
"What?" Steph asked in surprise.
"Go home, guys. I'll handle this."
"Richelle," Danni said, reaching out and putting her hand on my
shoulder. "You need to be careful."
I turned to face her. "I know, Danni. And there's no good way
to do it," I said sadly. "I'll do the best I can."
She nodded understandingly, and, at my own request, my two most
trusted friends left me to face this one alone.
Really... how stupid am I?
The first thing I decided was that it would probably not be good
to read Emma and Tiffany the riot act while they were lying
naked on the octagon floor. A change of venue was definitely in
order.
I emerged from the shadows and said sternly, "Both of you. My
office. Now."
"RICHELLE!" Tiffany cried as she scrambled to find her clothes
and cover herself. But Emma hardly moved at all. She sat up...
her lithe young body totally exposed... and stared at me
defiantly. I stared right back at her, hoping she might show a
little humility and look away. She didn't.
We were not off to a good start.
A few minutes later, the women came as I'd asked. Fully
clothed, I might add. Tiffany looked contrite and humiliated.
Emma looked angry and combative.
I was starting to think we were headed for very, very ugly.
"Richelle, I'm sorry..." Tiffany began. But, Emma cut her off.
"What were you doing down there, anyway?"
"I own the building, Emma," I answered curtly. "And I don't
have to explain myself to you."
"How long were you standing there?"
"Long enough to know that both of you were WAY out of line."
"You're right. We know you're right..."
Emma cut in again. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked with a
snarl.
"EMMA!" cried a stunned Tiffany.
"Emma, don't do this..."
"Did you like it, Richelle? Huh? Did it make you hot?"
"Emma, STOP IT!" Tiffany was truly shocked.. This was a side of
Emma she had probably never seen. It was a side I'd never seen,
either. But, I had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
I've said in the past that I feel a certain kinship with
fighters such as Aly Michalka, Elisha Cuthbert and Ashley
Tisdale. These women have an energy and heart that most
fighters just don't. They can reach down and pull out victories
that their skill set says they shouldn't be able to. This is
especially true of Ashley and Leesh. I've seen them win fights
on heart alone. Emma has this same power, only stronger.
Couple that with her elite talent, and it's easy to see why I
regularly refer to her as lethal. In the cage, she is nearly
unstoppable. But, outside of the cage...
Heart is a very funny thing. In a fight, it's indispensable.
In life... it's messy. And it gets you into trouble all the
time.
"Emma," I said patiently. "I'm asking you to please stop."
"Or what, Richelle?"
I looked her straight in the eye. "Or I will make you stop."
Emma was unfazed. "Yeah, I heard about your little scrap with
Danni. I also heard you cheated. And I heard Danni quit
because she didn't want to hurt you."
So, THAT'S what she's been telling people. I made a mental note
to have a chat with Danni to see if we could clear up her memory
of that event.
"So..." continued the feisty brunette, slapping her hands down
on the desk so she could lean over and go nose-to-nose with me.
"...if you think you can make me, go ahead and try."
Without a word, I lashed out with my left hand, sweeping her
arms out from under her. She fell face down onto the desk with
a thud. She got her hands back on the desk and came up ready to
fight. But my right was already moving. I came out of my chair
as I clamped my hand over Emma's face, basically face-palming
her. I used the leverage to force her backward, throwing her
off-balance and sending her stumbling and tumbling until she
went right out the door. She landed in a seated position and
immediately started to stand... a look of pure hatred on her
face. But I was already around the desk.
"Go home, Emma," I said as I slammed and locked the door.
"F*CK YOU, RICHELLE!" she screamed. A second later, she was
pounding wildly on the door. "OPEN THIS F*CKING DOOR! OPEN
THIS DOOR, AND WE'LL SEE WHO MAKES WHO DO WHAT!"
I looked over at Tiffany, who looked like she didn't know
whether to scream or cry. The indecision left her speechless,
and that worked fine for me.
A moment of silence passed before Emma spoke again. "Fine," she
said coldly. "You want to do it this way? That's just fine.
But we're not done."
I waited a moment or two to see if she had more to say. The
next sound I heard was the front door of the building banging
open, followed by the screech of tires as Emma drove away.
Remember a short time back when I said I never wanted to have
Emma Watson mad at me? Oops.
I turned back to Tiffany, who didn't look too happy, either.
"You didn't have to do that to her," she snapped.
"Actually, I think I did," I said calmly. "She was out of
control."
Tiff sat down heavily in one of my guest chairs. "I've never
seen her like that," she admitted. "It was scary."
I took the seat next to her. "Love will do that, sometimes."
"WHAT?" she asked, looking at me as though I'd just spoken in a
foreign tongue.
I smiled wanly. "She was protecting you, Tiffany."
"From WHAT?"
"From me, I think."
The blond took a moment to consider that.
"She couldn't have just said, 'Hey... leave Tiffany alone?'"
I smiled again. "C'mon, Tiff. You know Emma better than that.
When she does something, she does it full throttle. She's
either out, or she's all in."
"And with me, she's all in?"
"She wants to be."
Tiff was getting frustrated. "What does THAT mean?"
I took a moment to consider how to answer. "I don't think
Emma's ever been in a relationship like this one before."
"You mean with another woman."
I shrugged. "Well... yeah."
"So, you think she's faking it?"
"I didn't say that," I said. "She's scared. And confused."
"So, she's faking it." Less question, more statement, this
time.
"No!" I said more emphatically. "I think she's loves you. And
I think it terrifies her." Thank you, Dr. f*cking Ruth.
"Why?"
"Because this is new to her and she doesn't know how to handle
it, Tiff. What she did in here... that production she put on in
the cage... she's trying to show how into this relationship she
is. And, she's trying too hard. She's forcing it."
"But, if she loves me, why does she have to force it?"
Time to lay the cards on the table. "I don't think Emma's ever
considered the idea of being a lesbian, Tiffany. She loves you,
but everything she's known up until now tells her that she
shouldn't."
I watched the light finally come on for her. "So, what do I
do?"
Find someone more qualified to talk to about this. "Love her.
Be patient with her. She needs to figure this out for herself."
She nodded passively, still thinking it through.
"It scares me too, you know," she said after a few moments.
"What do you mean?"
"Emma's so... Emma," she said with a shrug. "Always so
confident and capable. I knew I loved her from the very
beginning. Loved her like I'd never loved anyone before.
That's why it tore me up when she freaked out."
Click. "You told her how you felt before your fight with
Nadine."
She nodded. "And she did not take it well. She ran out of the
room without even saying anything. I thought I'd ruined
everything, and I couldn't have cared less about that fight."
I smiled. "THAT'S what happened in the locker room."
"What?"
"After you stormed out. I literally watched Emma make a
decision, right there in front of my eyes."
"What decision?"
"I didn't know at the time. But, now I do. She decided she
loved you, Tiff."
"Really?"
I nodded. "Now, all we have to do is help her understand that
loving you is OK."
"I say again, 'What?'"
"What did we say before? All in or all out, right? Emma loves
you, but she doesn't think she should. She's caught in the
middle, and that's not Emma."
Tiffany finally smiled. "But, I can help her with that."
I smiled right back and gave her a confident nod.
"So, you think, once she gets this figured out, she won't want
to make love like that anymore?"
"I think that if she tried to keep up that kind of intensity all
the time, one or both of you would burst into flames."
Tiff shrugged. "I guess you can't have everything."
"Well, regardless, let's try to remember that making love in the
training room is a no-no."
She turned a nice, bright shade of red, but wisely kept her
mouth shut.
We spent a few moments basking in the glow of our new found
discovery. Then, Tiffany rained on the parade.
"What are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"About Emma."
I reached up and tried to massage the sudden migraine out of my
skull.
[color=red]"I'm going to pray this doesn't end the way I think
it will. But I'm going to be prepared to fight for her if I
have to."
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Re: Emma Goes All In
By: Raccoon Date: August 27, 2014, 12:44 pm
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My ONLY complaint is that the only 'character' I know is Emma
Watson. But Emma is more than enough...
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