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Unintended Consequences - Chapter 3 - The Last Option
By: RampageSports Date: September 3, 2014, 9:56 pm
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Character Reference
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Name: Richelle Winterfeld
Nickname(s):
Background: Owner of the RSI stable, former underground fighter
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Name: Emma Watson
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Background: Reigning FAC featherweight champion, training
partner and lover of Tiffany Mulheron
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Chapter 3 - The Last Option
"Are we gonna have rules?" I asked.
"Muay thai," she said too quickly. She had obviously been
thinking about this, and I knew exactly how she'd made her
choice.
One of the reasons my little fight with Danni was so short is
that I was able to surprise her and tie her up on the ground.
With no ref around to stand us back up, it allowed me to end
things without someone getting seriously hurt. Clearly, Emma
didn't want to let me do the same to her.
On the other hand, Emma's ground game was good and getting
better. Mine was almost non-existent. If things went to the
mat, I was fairly sure I'd get mauled. If we stayed on our
feet, at least I'd have a chance. Emma's striking game was
prolific and deadly. Mine was rusty, but at least I had one.
"Fine," I agreed. I didn't bother to ask how we'd decide the
winner. There was no doubt in my mind that we'd know.
We closed on each other, meeting near the center of the cage.
Emma shot out a jab, which I deflected easily. I slipped the
straight right that followed, and responded with a jab to back
her up. She danced away and we reset. Immediately, she came at
me again. She flashed the jab, then stepped back. I followed
to keep her close, and I never even saw her foot leave the
floor. It whipped up over my guard and cracked into the left
side of my face. The force of the blow spun my head, and I
staggered to my right. I tried to set my feet, but Emma was
already on top me... peppering me with strikes. I kept my guard
up and caught most of them, but Emma kept advancing, pushing me
back into the cage. Once there, I had little room to maneuver.
I blocked a jab from the young champion, but her follow-up hook
dug deep into my unprotected side. I tried to escape to my
left, but Emma tied me up and kept me cornered. She landed a
knee strike in roughly the same spot, and I knew I was in
trouble. The look on Emma's face told me she knew it, too.
Working my hands free, I hooked them behind Emma's head and
pulled her in tight... the close quarters preventing her from
using those knees. She worked to get loose, but I was bigger
and stronger than she was. We grappled for a while, until I was
ready to make my move. Unhooking my right hand, I folded my arm
and lashed out at Emma with my elbow. There wasn't enough room
for me to get much on it, but I landed it just under her eye and
it was enough to distract her. While she tried to recover, I
worked my right leg around behind her. With both hands, I tried
to turn her... levering her over my leg. Unable to keep her
feet under her, she was powerless to stop me as I reversed our
positions... banging her up against the mesh. She wasn't ready
for the move, and I started firing knee strikes with everything
I had. She brought her own knee up to defend her vulnerable
midsection, and I responded with another elbow to the face.
Emma was stunned, and I saw my chance. I took a half step back
and let loose with a wild hook that ripped into her cheekbone.
Staggered, the brunette beauty immediately fell to the canvas.
I stepped back and eyed her warily.
She pounded her fists on the canvas in frustration, angry that
she had let me outmaneuver her like that. She had
underestimated me... going for the kill too early.
I doubted she would make a mistake like that, again.
Emma quickly got back to her feet, glaring angrily at me. I
thought about offering to end things right then and there, but
the look on her face told me that would be a waste of time. She
assumed her stance and reset her guard. I shook my head and
raised mine, as well.
We traded jabs again at the center of the octagon. I kept
trying to close the distance, but Emma was determined to keep
from grappling with me again. As the exchange continued, I
started to fall behind. My defense was good, but Emma was
quicker than I was. She fired off a right hook to my body,
which I caught with my elbow. She spun and unleashed a massive
hook aimed at the side of my head, but I saw it coming and
ducked it. That should have left Emma wide open, so I was
shocked to find she had her guard in place. She had pulled her
punch, and I had fallen for it. Suddenly, I was the one who was
left wide open. She caught me with a vicious knee strike that
landed almost unblocked in the center of my face. I was
dazed... unable to focus. I brought my guard up automatically,
and Emma went to town with heavy body shots as she forced me
into the fencing again. I tried to fight back... throwing a few
weak jabs to back her off. She fended them off easily and
continued to hammer away. The blows were taking their toll, and
I was forced to bring my guard down. Not missing a beat, Emma
kept swinging as she moved her aim upstairs. First, an elbow
crashed against my jaw... then a quick jab followed by a
straight right... both landing clean. She let loose with a
brutal right hook and my head whipped left as her thinly padded
fist pounded into the side of my head. I crumpled and fell.
I lay on the cage floor, shaking my head to clear it. Feeling
something warm on my face, I touched my hand to my cheek...
unsurprised when it came away bloody. The knee had opened a
nasty cut over my left eye. I struggled into a half-seated
position and looked over at Emma.
"Not so tough now, are you Richelle?"
No, I thought to myself, wondering just what the hell I was
going to do.
"It's a lot harder when I'm ready," she spat. "When you can't
just take some cheap shot at me."
Emma was faster than I was. She was younger. She was well
trained, and she was in fantastic shape.
I stayed fit, but I hadn't seriously trained for a fight in
almost three years. I was nearly fifteen years her senior, and
my body carried the wear and tear of a fight career that had
lasted even longer than that.
Getting in here with her was probably not the greatest idea I'd
ever had.
There was only one weakness I could think of to exploit.
"Why don't you go f*ck yourself, you little b*tch?" I snapped,
making no effort to temper my insults. "You started this sh*t
in the first place."
"The f*ck I did. You were the one who stood there and..."
"Watched you and Tiffany f*cking each other inside MY cage?
You're right... I did. You don't like it, then go f*ck your
girlfriend at home, wh*re."
Ho-lee sh*t. I hope to God this works...
Fire flashed in Emma's eyes. She set her feet and raised her
guard.
"Get up, b*tch. Get up so I can f*ckin' knock you down again."
I didn't really like the sound of that, but I forced myself up
just the same. I brought my gloved fists up in front of me and
the battle continued.
Emma was less careful this time. She was p*ssed, and she knew I
was hurt. She was looking to press her advantage and pound me
some more. She charged at me... moving in behind that lightning
jab of hers. I, meanwhile, focused on defending like a woman
possessed. I ate up the jabs with my guard. She followed one
with a straight right - the classic one-two - but I slipped it
and slid to my left, forcing her to chase after me. She came
again... mixing in body shots and hooks... her combinations
coming faster and heavier. I was sweating heavily as I
concentrated on protecting myself, mixing in the odd jab to keep
her honest. Some of her shots got through, but I was mostly
able to keep her at bay. Above all, I kept moving... making her
work just to stay with me. The one thing I still had was my
stamina, and I was going to lean on it like a crutch. I could
tell it was having the effect I wanted, too.
"Stand and fight me, b*tch!" Emma snarled.
I said nothing... staying in my stance and waiting on her next
move. It was good that she was getting frustrated, but she had
also figured out my game. The next exchange was going to be
interesting.
She came straight at me, but her caution had returned. I
slipped left as she approached, but she cut me off. I danced
back to my right, and she stayed with me... advancing behind her
jab as she backed me into the cage. I let her come... taking
the jabs on my guard and backing off as she wanted me to. But,
just as I reached the mesh, I changed tactics... firing off a
quick combo as I slipped to my left. She dealt calmly with the
punches and moved to cut me off... suffering a firm hook to the
body for her troubles. The shot threw her off, and I came up
swinging... scoring with a quick one-two as I continued left...
switching our positions and putting Emma against the cage. I
pressed her hard. Jab... she caught it on her guard. Straight
right... she slipped it, but I caught a piece of her. Hook to
the body... got her solid. Uppercut... she slipped it neatly,
letting it whip by mere inches in front of her face. She tried
to counter, but I danced away and out of range.
I knew I couldn't go toe-to-toe with Emma, so cat and mouse was
all I had. I could see it was wearing her down, both physically
and mentally. But, I wasn't confident I could keep it up.
Emma stalked me again, her patience wearing thin. Again she
came straight on, moving only when I did. She left me nowhere
to go, and once more backed me into a corner. I tried the same
move to get loose, and I paid a heavy price for it. As I tried
to duck away, Emma threw a left hook that stopped me in my
tracks. I blocked it with my elbow, but it killed my momentum.
I was stopped dead... crouched in front of her... a sitting duck
as she unloaded with a murderous right that literally rained
down on me from above. The blow staggered me badly, and Emma
was all over me before I knew it. Jabs... crosses... hooks... I
just threw my guard in front of me and hung on for dear life.
Emma could see I was scrambling, and she smiled wickedly as she
picked me apart. A left hook thudded into my side... she
pivoted and unleashed a right hook that spun my head, sending a
sluice of blood and sweat cascading to the canvas. I stumbled
away, but she literally ran after me, never letting me breath
for a second. I hit the wall of the cage and just tried to
turtle up, fighting desperately to get my head clear. Emma took
her time finding the openings she needed. A jab snapped my head
back... a fresh stream of blood coming from my nose. A straight
right scored again. If there had been a ref, she would have
stopped it right there. I was too stunned to offer any real
defense. But, there was no help for me in this one, and Emma
continued to pound away. I tried to clinch, but Emma
immediately started again with the knee strikes. One... Two...
As the third knee landed, I felt something give way. There was
a shooting pain from my ribs, and I collapsed in a heap. I
rolled over onto my side, covering the wounded area with both
hands. Emma stood over me, anger and adrenaline practically
radiating from her. I got up on all fours, and tried to catch
my breath. Blood dripped from my face, staining the canvas
beneath me.
I should have quit. That's what any sane person would have
done. But I knew that if Emma won, it was over. As it was, she
was refusing to even listen to me, let alone do anything I
asked. If she beat me now, it would only get worse. I would
have no choice but to let her go. And preventing that was the
reason I had come down here in the first place.
I forced myself back to my feet, dragging my guard up in front
of me. I was pretty sure I had cracked a rib or two, so it took
quite a bit of effort to keep from screaming. Blood seemed to
be coming from everywhere, and my left eye was beginning to
swell.
Aside from that, I was looking great.
Emma stared at me, a look of mock pity on her face. "Awww, did
I hurt you? Is little Emma just too much for the big red-headed
b*tch?"
The little b*tch brought the hair into it. Why, you little
piece of...
"Face it, Richelle... you can't beat me. Why don't you just
quit now, and save yourself some pain? Just admit you're beat,
and I'll stop hurting you."
I decided to just go for it. After all, I had come this far.
In for a penny, in for the whole f*ckin' thing, right?
"Then what, Emma?" I said, willing my way through the pain.
"Will I have to be punished?"
I thought Emma looked angry before I opened my mouth, so I don't
have a word for the new look that came over her face.
"Will you suck on my tit, you little sl*t? Hmm? Will you make
me take off your underwear with my teeth?"
I had never actually seen a bull that was preparing to charge.
But, I was getting a pretty good idea of what it might look
like.
"Will you make me say your name... Emma?"
The low, guttural noise Emma made grew into a roar as she flew
at me. My instinct was to simply run, but I forced myself to
stay put. She closed the distance in no time, her intentions
clear on her face. She wanted to totally destroy me. But, at
the very last second...
I stepped to my left and planted my left foot, knowing it was
now or never. My earlier bull reference was a good one, as Emma
sailed right by me and into the cage. By the time she got
turned around, I had uncorked a left hook that started somewhere
down near my toes. It landed flush on Emma's cheek, slamming
her head to the left. She staggered and fell back against the
mesh. I took no time to admire my accomplishment as the little
voice in my head just kept screaming GO! GO! GO! I knew that if
Emma got off that cage, it was over for me. I unloaded with
everything I had, battering the young champion with crosses,
hooks and body shots. I wailed away... literally trying to put
her through the fencing. She tried to tie me up, but I
countered by throwing knees at her, brutalizing her young body.
That should have been it. It should have been over. Emma was
battered and dazed... she looked ready to collapse at any
second. She was beaten. But, then... some primal survival
instinct kicked in. She abandoned her training and gave up on
any semblance of defense. She just started swinging. I was
still in full attack mode, trying desperately to end the fight.
Next thing you know, we were literally just beating the sh*t out
of each other. Emma caught me with a straight right. I
responded with an elbow to her face. She swung again... a huge
hook that probably would have put me out for a week. I ducked
under it and nailed her with a vicious body shot. She unloaded
again... a left that grazed my chin. I countered with a
straight right that pounded her head back into the cage. It
went like that for a while, both of us knowing this was the end,
one way or the other. Both of us were bloodied. Both of us
were exhausted. Both of us were beaten. But, neither of us
stopped.
At a point not that long ago, I considered Emma a friend. I
always believed she felt the same way about me. But, at that
moment, we pounded away like we were nothing more to each other
than pieces of meat.
When I looked back on it later, I would feel never feel anything
but guilt and humiliation over what we'd done.
I scored again with a straight right, and I decided to take my
shot. The left hook I threw was intended to take Emma's head
clean off. She seemed to know it was coming before I threw it,
and she somehow managed to duck under it. I planted my foot,
and spun back, unloading an equally lethal right. As Emma came
back up, she slammed her fist into my already damaged side.
Never mind the pain I felt... this time I heard something snap,
clear as day. Emma kept rising, preparing to follow up with a
knockout blow of her own. But my right connected, and she never
got the chance. As the blow landed, her body stiffened and she
toppled over like a tree that had been chopped down.
I had knocked out plenty of women over the years. Like Emma,
each and every one had been intent on destroying me. Each one
had set out to literally take me apart - one punch at a time -
and leave me lying in a bloodied heap. Each time, I had proven
myself up to the challenge, and I had been the one to come out
on top.
And yet, with all the times I had landed the crushing blow that
sent my opponent to dreamland... this was the first time I'd
ever wanted to cry.
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Re: Unintended Consequences - Chapter 3 - The Last Option
By: Dragons Den Date: September 4, 2014, 8:03 pm
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Wow... that was hardcore! I grimaced hard in a couple of parts.
I really felt those rib shots. Ouch.
That was a really great account of events. The sim needs to take
a leaf out of your play-by-play book. ;)
I feel the aftermath is going to be almost as painful as the
fight for you two. Looking forward to more, of course! Love your
work, Richelle. Awesomely written. :)
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Re: Unintended Consequences - Chapter 3 - The Last Option
By: RampageSports Date: September 4, 2014, 9:49 pm
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Thanks, as always, Dragon. :)
BTW, this is the first time I've seen **** and not been able to
figure out what it was supposed to be. :P
I'm glad you liked the scene, but as usual, you've provided a
little preview of what I'm thinking. I'm not quite sure how you
do that. ;)
By the time I got done laying out this whole story, I was
surprised that this particular scene was less important than I'd
originally expected. The story really became about the
aftermath, for me. However, I don't think it's going to quite
as you'd expect. Though, with you, I never know. :D
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Re: Unintended Consequences - Chapter 3 - The Last Option
By: Dragons Den Date: September 4, 2014, 10:01 pm
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Ha! It censored the word "h a r d c o r e".
???
And... I'm just clever.
Actually, more to the point, it's because you're clever. You
write very truly, and it makes the whole deal very vivid and I
can picture the entire history and immediate future of the
organisation just because you make it accessible. You're clever
like that. ;)
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