Post by L. S. Hutchinson on May 29, 2012 10:46:04 GMT -5
It was in this phenomenal structure, this wonderful exhibit of what one man can create with the necessary coin and the exceptional will to do so, that the squared circle - made of rich wood, metal, plastic and padding - grew bloodier and bloodier with what seemed to be an endless river of the crimson mass that had been spurting from the mouth of my companion, my protoge and my friend. I am of cause talking about my new protoge, my third and so far only male protoge. Of cause I have trained many folk and passed my knowledge on to other hopeful bright eyed young men and women hoping to make a name for themselves in the wrestling world ... but it was this one individual I had been paying most attention to. I’m not going to live forever - although I would love to - so I have put my legacy in the hands of this one young man, just in case my children do not wish to be involved in their father’s career, there’ll always be this man, this one man I have put so much work into. My only regret ... is that I may have taught him too much ...
Another tick of the clock, standing against one of the walls of my Dungeon, tick tock tick tock tick tock, round goes the clock. The pengelum swings, marking the hour. When the hour was stricken, a large harmonious sound, both loud, deep and musical emerged from within. Every hour, every single hour, it was beautiful. So exact, so lovely, so ... sad. So sad was it that another hour passed and still I am away from my family and friends. To be quite - and let me not not mention unwillingly - honest, I preferred it this way. Alone out here by myself, not alone ... but still so very lonely. I gaze across the mildly lit training arena from my seated position, looking over to my protoge being knocked to the ground with one swing from my tag team partner, the monsterous goody-two-shoes Apostle Kried. The AK-47. I hadn’t expected him to win ... but what I was expecting was at least a few minutes worth of the portrayal of what I had taught him, a few minutes of dominance, using all the skills I have given him. But no. Nothing. One clean swoop and it was all over. No big jumps, no springboard maneuvers, no high flying madness ... nothing. What was wrong with him? Nobody makes me look a fool. NOBODY.
As his body hit the blood-soaked mat, his face splashed into his own crimson mess and the ever so dominant Apostle Kried grew a smarky smirk as he raised his fist in the air as an act of pride in besting my protoge in such little time. He stood tall over him, staring down at his rubbery little arms attempting to push himself up and return to combat. I had begun to stand, ready to literally SCREAM at him for making me look a fool ... but as he pulled his heapily blood-splattered body up to his feet I stayed in my seat, placing the knuckle of my index finger up to my lip in interest.
The young talented prosperous individuals that had been surrounding the ring had grew a discontent shade of pale upon their faces, shocked at the ferociousness and animalistic attack by the man they feared so. Apostle Kried. The elders of my students watched on, jaw dropped, eyes wide open as they passed their hands across their eyes as if they had felt the pain that he felt.
But it was only when he stood himself up completely that the echoes of gasps of shock and awe ended, like the last chime of a clock, the echoes ceased right on cue.
My protoge stood tall, constrained to pause for a moment and then took a glance over to Kried. His look was a look of anger, confidence and smirkyness. He had something planned. I could sense it in my broken bones. He ran forward towards the giant standing in front of him, almost magically dodging another clothesline matrix-style and returning with an onslaught of kick and punches, ending with a phenomenal knee to the face, knocking Kried senseless against the ropes. I was so proud.
Stytch
“Go on sunshine!”
He continued with his flurry of kicks and punches, continuing to beat down on Kried untin a bruise began to appear on Kried’s arm and my protoge’s fists turned red raw. He completed his flurry of attacks and began working on Kried’s knee, continuously twisting and contorting the knee joint, forcing Kried to yelp out in pain. I’ve never seen Kried be manhandled like this before. I was utterly and completely amazed but also scared. I can’t let the student become the master.
And just like that, it all ends, Kried uses a fair percentage of his ginourmous strength to force my protoge down to the mat. Kried returned to his feet and began stomping down on his skull, stomp after stomp after stomp. Soon enough ... it was all over. One ... two ... three. Kried defeated my new protoge, the man they call ... Rara Avis, meaning “a rare person or thing, a rarity, also a latin bird”.
Rara Avis was a very special and unique person, having a mix of personality traits that made him both an interesting person in the real world and an interesting figure in the wrestling world. Rara Avis was a very silly, daft, mad, crazy, funny and sometimes furious and vicious fighter, a rarity indeed to find someone so happy-go-lucky but also have that spark of ruthless aggression within them. He had the spark to be a true legend of the business. He had the look, he had the motivation and he had the personality ... all he needed was my expertise to teach him the ins and outs of professional wrestling. I’ve been training him in secret for some time now, now I’m ready to release him to the world. He is my protoge, my student, my brother.
Rara harkened to the sound of the bell being rung, realising now that he had let me down, that he had failed me. He didn’t. He’s my brother, he could never fail me. I wasn’t expecting much, so I was already impressed by his performance after the flurry and frenzy of attacks and the transition into the submission on the knee. He’s a smart lad but he still needs work. You can’t beat Kried, nobody can ... at least to my knowledge. There’s a reason I’d teamed with Kried, mostly because he’s a great guy to hang out with and to team with ... but also because I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of Kried. I knew a man of my small size and figure could not hold out my own against a giant such as him. I knew this ... but a part of me still fantasised about taking that winning streak from him, making people know I mean business. A man can dream, can’t he? If a man cannot dream, there is no point to life. At least that’s what I believe.
Rara ceased to move, sitting in place, fingers wrapped around the back of his head whilst he curled up into a ball and waiting for the pain to cease. I took a stand from my seated position, walking a few steps to the ring and entering through the middle as Kried grabbed a bottle of water and a towel before returning to his newest victim. Kried knelt down to him, apologising in a monotone voice that he was sorry if he had been too rough on him. I glance over at Kried, pulling an annoyed facial expression and even though I was wearing my mask, he knew me well enough to sense my feelings. He knew I wasn’t happy with how rough he was with my brother.
I tend to Rara Avis A.K.A. Stiles Sonispier, soaking the towel with water and placing it around his head. This was a technique I had always used when I had taken head damage. I would often wet a towel and place it around my head, it seemed to cool me off and calm me down. Not sure why but I just felt better after. After about a minute of me holding the towel around his head, Stiles began to stand up, getting to his feet and finding himself extremely dizzy. I offered him a kind bottle of water, he accepted the offer and necked the water, it was gone within a minute. Stiles probably hasn’t got the best stamina, as he tends to get too hot and get headaaches, but I guess this may be due to the heatwave we were experiencing, it must have made him quite unstable and sickly.
I begin to speak with a caring, trustworthy tone in my voice.
Stytch
“Are you okay Stiles?”
Stiles
“Yeah ... I ... I just feel a bit hot.”
Stytch
“Ditto.”
I remember we have a freezer now full of ice cream, I smile at this remembereance.
Stytch
“Wanna cornetto?” I say with a slight pitch change in my voice, Stiles across to me and smirked.
Stiles
“Got strawberry?”
I give off a shining everlasting smile to my brother, patting him on the back as I do so and strolling with him to the luminous green ropes, where the tall muscular child-friendly behemoth Kried kindly opened the thick ropes for us, making it quite a lot easier for us to escape the squared circle and go in venture of our tasty delicious strawberry ice cream snacks.
A light laughter began to prevail amongst my students as we walked through the neverending sea of trainees, Rara just stared down at his feet, ashamed. I decided to end the snickering and laughter, I decided to speak to my students directly and in a fierce but also leaderous tone.
Stytch
“Trainees, do not laugh at Rara. He may have lost to Apostle Kried but can any of you even bring yourselves to step inside that ring with him? Can you even last as long as my little brother did? I think not. So the next time you pass judgement on others and snicker and laugh at their failures ... you’ll be Kried’s next victim. Do I make myself clear?”
My trainees nodded with a look of remorse on their faces, they knew they were wrong to judge my brother. They knew they couldn’t do any better. And as I turned back to my path to the ever so cold and want-worthy strawberry flavoured ice creams, a voice echoed throughout The Dungeon, a voice I had not heard in a very long time. The voice was strong but soft, loud but also quite respectful, loveable but also yet hateful. The voice did not echo for anyone else within the immediate area. It was just me. It was just my familiarity to the voice which made the utterance bounce around my brain, creating the illusion of an echo and the conjouration of shock to my system. I knew the voice and I knew the source. I knew.
I swung my head towards the source of the words spoken, pushing my eyebrows down, squinting my eyes and pulling my lips upwards as I see who pronounced these words. As I saw who the vocalization came from, my facial expression changes. It becomes more of a mixed expression, showing both shock, nervousnes and complete hatred.
Belle Amie
“Bring it on”
The voice still echoes. How can SHE be here? How did she know where to find me? Why did she come here? What did she want? My mind was half-full of questions whilst the other half was full of memories about this individual. Memories I would rather forget.
To bring you up to date with who she is, I’ll have to divulge into my history for a few moments. It should not take too much time to explain who this young woman is and why I hate her.
Belle Amie, aged 17 from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, standing five foot six, weighing one hunred and sixty six pounds, debuted as my manager on October the 26th 2010, owner of the FrightKnight01 youtube channel and creator of my former fansite, now non-existent. Belle was a beautiful young blonde girl who had been a massive fan of mine for years. She was one of those stalker fans that would have posters of you around her bedroom, she was like a 12 year old girl to Justin Bieber. She had won a contest to meet any Extreme Anarchy Wrestling superstar she wanted. She chose me, we met up for coffee at a cafe, got talking, went back to her place, met her friend who she was staying with ... and we ... erm ... we ... we kind of had sex. I know, I feel bad about cheating on my wife with a sixteen year old but I just couldn’t help myself. Mary was pregnant with Cody and she was pushing me away both emotionally and sexually. Do you know what it’s like to not have sex for nine months? It fucking killed me. Mary’s the love of my life and I swear I’d never do anything like it again ... but me and Belle ... it was complicated. I was in it for the sex, she was in it for the love. She wanted me to run away with her and forget about Mary, my kids and my career but I couldn’t do that, so we broke up. It ended REALLY badly and she ended up joining my boss JJ Brown in kidnapping Mary and attempting to steal and raise my only daughter as their own. I know, it’s messed up. Fortunately the police got involved and Mary gave birth safe and sound with me by her side.
All that begs the big question ... why was she here?
Belle crept down from her standing position atop the green carpetted stairs that lead down from the upper level of The Dungeon - where the main level was which lead into other rooms - down to the lower level which gave way to the training ring, a filing cabinet and desk, the male and female toilets and a few exercising equiptment. She slowly crept her way down, her thighs squeazing together with every little step as EVERYONE in The Dungeon stared at her, my young students obviously mesmorized by her, Kried and Stiles confused as to who she was and myself hoping she wouldn’t be outing me as a cheater. As she made her way to the bottom, she stood in front of us all and smiled with a look of utter and complete confidence.
Belle Amie
“Kried, bring it one, I’m up for a challenge.”
Kried looked over to her and smirked as he took as sip from his water bottle.
Kried
“Haha, seriously? Who the hell are you anyway?”
She smiled once again - a cunning smile mixed with complete confidence - before stroking her platinum blonde hair out of the way and rolling her eyes back as if Kried was idiotic for not knowing her. She stared back over to him with evil eyes and began to sprout confident and challenging words from her lucious pink lips.
Belle Amie
“Pfft, you don’t know me? I was Jordan’s first protoge ... before he abandonned me!”
Kried turns his eyes slightly over to me, knowing that I knew that he was judging me by what this young woman was saying.
Kried
“So you wanna face me, huh, girly?”
She smirked once more.
Belle Amie
“Damn right I do.”
Kried quickly threw a white towel over his shoulder and took another sip of water before replying.
Kried
“Even if I did wanna beat up a teenage girl, I couldn’t. You’re not a member of The Dungeon.”
Belle kept on her smirk.
Belle Amie
“That’s where you’re wrong, big boy. I’m still a member of The Dungeon, Jordan never ended my contract. Still a full fledged member of the gym until he can find and end my contract. So I’ll be coming here EVERY week to train, anybody got a problem with that?”
Kried puts on an accepting smile and stretches his arm out in front of him, repeatedly pulling his four fingers forward to imitate a “come here” taunt.
Belle smirked and made her way to the women’s changing rooms to get changed into her wrestling gear, the same gear I had given her back in 2010.
As Kried quickly exited the ring to come over to me, my protoge and brother Stiles had already found himself the freezer, taking out a few cornettos. Kried came rushing over to me like a wrecking ball, almost pushing the students onto their asses with his brute strength.
He looked down at me with a dissapointed look on his face just before talking down to me in a threatening tone.
Kried
“I don’t know who in god’s name this girl is ... but if what she’s saying is true, you’ve dissapointed me. You don’t just ditch your protoge like that.”
I look down at my feet, ashamed.
Stytch
“Things happen. Things went sour.”
Kried
“I don’t care, it’s done with now. Just make sure she doesn’t become a problem ... and make sure you don’t ditch your brother, he’s got talent, don’t let it go to waste.”
Kried then walks back into the ring, pushing his way through the students and awaiting Belle’s return. By this time Stiles has come back to me with the cornettos, casually asking “wanna cornetto?” as if he was immune to the drama. I guess he’s just more laid back than I.
Belle comes back out a minute later wearing the old attire I had given her as a present. The attire consisted of a black headband holding back her platinum blond hair from her face, a necklace I had given her as another present, an iluminous green tank top, showing off her stomach, a black and silver studded belt, black and green tights with a style similar to my own and basic black training sneakers.
She made her way over to the ring, her thighs rubbing together slightly and her ass shaking with every step, oh how her ass had grown. I actually think that’s a female thing, ass growth. Mary’s arse has grown too ... I’m not complaining, I love the female bum ... but I’m just taking a notice. Women seem to grow in ass size every time I see them. Just call me girl-ass-growth-man. Haha.
She entered the ring very sensually, the male students all leaning to the side to get a better look at her ass in those tight tights. Oh how I realised I have been training a bunch of perverts. As soon as Belle entered, she sent a flurry of strikes to Kried’s body, a series of left and right kicks and punches repeating the pattern over and over, increasing in speed until she decided it was time to end it. The frenzy ceased with a final uppercut and a headbutt to Kried’s jaw and forehead, sending him dizzy. He had 1) not expected her to be so rough and 2) never had been hit in the head with such unbelievable force before. She was good. Maybe a little too good.
When she continued her attacks and when she moved it was with the precise speed that seemed to in the exclusive domain of all small but strong women in the sport world, trying to make up for being a woman ... as if it was a bad thing. She flexed a little and gazed over at me as if to show off what she could do without me. She continued her barrage of assaults until Kried got ahold of her small almost pin-sized throat and raised her up into the air, staring at her beautiful face and slightly moving her towards the light suspended above the ring, creating a view similar to that of an eclipse. Her head blocked out the light but only in Kried’s line of sight. He smirked at this, remembering the last time he saw an eclipse before realizing that the girl he was strangling had turned a harsh shade of purple. Kried knew he either had to let her go or he could actually really hurt her. He decided to end the fight graciously, grabbing her belt and chokeslamming her onto her back with little force ... but still she arched her back in pain, so hurt by Kried’s ability to dominate her without much effort. Kried slowly got down to his knees and covered Belle, hooking her leg as the students surrounding the ring slammed their hands on the side of the apron, acting as the referee as they normally would in these situations.
“One!” the students chanted as they hit their palms against the side of the ring. I turned my head towards my brother, finding him still immune to all the drama, being more concerned with leaning against the wall as the ice cream running down his chin and lips than the match going on to his right. I liked that. He didn’t care about the drama, he just was out to do what he wanted. Eating ice cream, having sex with beautiful girls and trying to out-match anybody he was in a match with. So different from me. He wasn’t insane or idiotic or even stressed with the drama. He was just absolutely careless. I actually wished I was more like him. Maybe then my hairline wouldn’t be receeding like it is now. Damn my father for being bald and passing the gene on to me!
“Two!” the students chanted ... but before they could hit their palms against the ring, Belle pushed herself up from Kried’s cover, amazingly. How could a young woman of her little training and size kick out from the monsterous gigantic Apostle Kried. *insert jackie chan meme thing here*.
Belle rolled over to her stomach, showing the students her prominous butt as she pulled herself up and glanced over at the shocked Kried before explaiming “that all you got?”. Kried smirked soon after the shock wore off, looking over to her and seeing not just a stupid little teenage girl anymore. He saw an actual challenge. Someone he felt was at least a decent rival. All the others, they were easy ... but Belle ... no, she was ... she was special. Not just special ... but also quite different than all the others. Kried didn’t know why she was so different ... but he knew he liked it.
Belle turned her head over towards me and shouted something down from the ring.
Belle
“Do I have everyone’s attention now?”
I nodded ... then I realised ...
Stytch (thinking)
“Wasn’t that the audio clip quote of Drake that H4ck3r first used in one of his hacking videos back around December time?”
Stytch (whispering)
“Me gusta ...”
Part II coming soon.
Written by Luke D. P. O. T. D. J. "Skorne" Hutchinson.
Another tick of the clock, standing against one of the walls of my Dungeon, tick tock tick tock tick tock, round goes the clock. The pengelum swings, marking the hour. When the hour was stricken, a large harmonious sound, both loud, deep and musical emerged from within. Every hour, every single hour, it was beautiful. So exact, so lovely, so ... sad. So sad was it that another hour passed and still I am away from my family and friends. To be quite - and let me not not mention unwillingly - honest, I preferred it this way. Alone out here by myself, not alone ... but still so very lonely. I gaze across the mildly lit training arena from my seated position, looking over to my protoge being knocked to the ground with one swing from my tag team partner, the monsterous goody-two-shoes Apostle Kried. The AK-47. I hadn’t expected him to win ... but what I was expecting was at least a few minutes worth of the portrayal of what I had taught him, a few minutes of dominance, using all the skills I have given him. But no. Nothing. One clean swoop and it was all over. No big jumps, no springboard maneuvers, no high flying madness ... nothing. What was wrong with him? Nobody makes me look a fool. NOBODY.
As his body hit the blood-soaked mat, his face splashed into his own crimson mess and the ever so dominant Apostle Kried grew a smarky smirk as he raised his fist in the air as an act of pride in besting my protoge in such little time. He stood tall over him, staring down at his rubbery little arms attempting to push himself up and return to combat. I had begun to stand, ready to literally SCREAM at him for making me look a fool ... but as he pulled his heapily blood-splattered body up to his feet I stayed in my seat, placing the knuckle of my index finger up to my lip in interest.
The young talented prosperous individuals that had been surrounding the ring had grew a discontent shade of pale upon their faces, shocked at the ferociousness and animalistic attack by the man they feared so. Apostle Kried. The elders of my students watched on, jaw dropped, eyes wide open as they passed their hands across their eyes as if they had felt the pain that he felt.
But it was only when he stood himself up completely that the echoes of gasps of shock and awe ended, like the last chime of a clock, the echoes ceased right on cue.
My protoge stood tall, constrained to pause for a moment and then took a glance over to Kried. His look was a look of anger, confidence and smirkyness. He had something planned. I could sense it in my broken bones. He ran forward towards the giant standing in front of him, almost magically dodging another clothesline matrix-style and returning with an onslaught of kick and punches, ending with a phenomenal knee to the face, knocking Kried senseless against the ropes. I was so proud.
Stytch
“Go on sunshine!”
He continued with his flurry of kicks and punches, continuing to beat down on Kried untin a bruise began to appear on Kried’s arm and my protoge’s fists turned red raw. He completed his flurry of attacks and began working on Kried’s knee, continuously twisting and contorting the knee joint, forcing Kried to yelp out in pain. I’ve never seen Kried be manhandled like this before. I was utterly and completely amazed but also scared. I can’t let the student become the master.
And just like that, it all ends, Kried uses a fair percentage of his ginourmous strength to force my protoge down to the mat. Kried returned to his feet and began stomping down on his skull, stomp after stomp after stomp. Soon enough ... it was all over. One ... two ... three. Kried defeated my new protoge, the man they call ... Rara Avis, meaning “a rare person or thing, a rarity, also a latin bird”.
Rara Avis was a very special and unique person, having a mix of personality traits that made him both an interesting person in the real world and an interesting figure in the wrestling world. Rara Avis was a very silly, daft, mad, crazy, funny and sometimes furious and vicious fighter, a rarity indeed to find someone so happy-go-lucky but also have that spark of ruthless aggression within them. He had the spark to be a true legend of the business. He had the look, he had the motivation and he had the personality ... all he needed was my expertise to teach him the ins and outs of professional wrestling. I’ve been training him in secret for some time now, now I’m ready to release him to the world. He is my protoge, my student, my brother.
Rara harkened to the sound of the bell being rung, realising now that he had let me down, that he had failed me. He didn’t. He’s my brother, he could never fail me. I wasn’t expecting much, so I was already impressed by his performance after the flurry and frenzy of attacks and the transition into the submission on the knee. He’s a smart lad but he still needs work. You can’t beat Kried, nobody can ... at least to my knowledge. There’s a reason I’d teamed with Kried, mostly because he’s a great guy to hang out with and to team with ... but also because I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of Kried. I knew a man of my small size and figure could not hold out my own against a giant such as him. I knew this ... but a part of me still fantasised about taking that winning streak from him, making people know I mean business. A man can dream, can’t he? If a man cannot dream, there is no point to life. At least that’s what I believe.
Rara ceased to move, sitting in place, fingers wrapped around the back of his head whilst he curled up into a ball and waiting for the pain to cease. I took a stand from my seated position, walking a few steps to the ring and entering through the middle as Kried grabbed a bottle of water and a towel before returning to his newest victim. Kried knelt down to him, apologising in a monotone voice that he was sorry if he had been too rough on him. I glance over at Kried, pulling an annoyed facial expression and even though I was wearing my mask, he knew me well enough to sense my feelings. He knew I wasn’t happy with how rough he was with my brother.
I tend to Rara Avis A.K.A. Stiles Sonispier, soaking the towel with water and placing it around his head. This was a technique I had always used when I had taken head damage. I would often wet a towel and place it around my head, it seemed to cool me off and calm me down. Not sure why but I just felt better after. After about a minute of me holding the towel around his head, Stiles began to stand up, getting to his feet and finding himself extremely dizzy. I offered him a kind bottle of water, he accepted the offer and necked the water, it was gone within a minute. Stiles probably hasn’t got the best stamina, as he tends to get too hot and get headaaches, but I guess this may be due to the heatwave we were experiencing, it must have made him quite unstable and sickly.
I begin to speak with a caring, trustworthy tone in my voice.
Stytch
“Are you okay Stiles?”
Stiles
“Yeah ... I ... I just feel a bit hot.”
Stytch
“Ditto.”
I remember we have a freezer now full of ice cream, I smile at this remembereance.
Stytch
“Wanna cornetto?” I say with a slight pitch change in my voice, Stiles across to me and smirked.
Stiles
“Got strawberry?”
I give off a shining everlasting smile to my brother, patting him on the back as I do so and strolling with him to the luminous green ropes, where the tall muscular child-friendly behemoth Kried kindly opened the thick ropes for us, making it quite a lot easier for us to escape the squared circle and go in venture of our tasty delicious strawberry ice cream snacks.
A light laughter began to prevail amongst my students as we walked through the neverending sea of trainees, Rara just stared down at his feet, ashamed. I decided to end the snickering and laughter, I decided to speak to my students directly and in a fierce but also leaderous tone.
Stytch
“Trainees, do not laugh at Rara. He may have lost to Apostle Kried but can any of you even bring yourselves to step inside that ring with him? Can you even last as long as my little brother did? I think not. So the next time you pass judgement on others and snicker and laugh at their failures ... you’ll be Kried’s next victim. Do I make myself clear?”
My trainees nodded with a look of remorse on their faces, they knew they were wrong to judge my brother. They knew they couldn’t do any better. And as I turned back to my path to the ever so cold and want-worthy strawberry flavoured ice creams, a voice echoed throughout The Dungeon, a voice I had not heard in a very long time. The voice was strong but soft, loud but also quite respectful, loveable but also yet hateful. The voice did not echo for anyone else within the immediate area. It was just me. It was just my familiarity to the voice which made the utterance bounce around my brain, creating the illusion of an echo and the conjouration of shock to my system. I knew the voice and I knew the source. I knew.
I swung my head towards the source of the words spoken, pushing my eyebrows down, squinting my eyes and pulling my lips upwards as I see who pronounced these words. As I saw who the vocalization came from, my facial expression changes. It becomes more of a mixed expression, showing both shock, nervousnes and complete hatred.
Belle Amie
“Bring it on”
The voice still echoes. How can SHE be here? How did she know where to find me? Why did she come here? What did she want? My mind was half-full of questions whilst the other half was full of memories about this individual. Memories I would rather forget.
To bring you up to date with who she is, I’ll have to divulge into my history for a few moments. It should not take too much time to explain who this young woman is and why I hate her.
Belle Amie, aged 17 from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, standing five foot six, weighing one hunred and sixty six pounds, debuted as my manager on October the 26th 2010, owner of the FrightKnight01 youtube channel and creator of my former fansite, now non-existent. Belle was a beautiful young blonde girl who had been a massive fan of mine for years. She was one of those stalker fans that would have posters of you around her bedroom, she was like a 12 year old girl to Justin Bieber. She had won a contest to meet any Extreme Anarchy Wrestling superstar she wanted. She chose me, we met up for coffee at a cafe, got talking, went back to her place, met her friend who she was staying with ... and we ... erm ... we ... we kind of had sex. I know, I feel bad about cheating on my wife with a sixteen year old but I just couldn’t help myself. Mary was pregnant with Cody and she was pushing me away both emotionally and sexually. Do you know what it’s like to not have sex for nine months? It fucking killed me. Mary’s the love of my life and I swear I’d never do anything like it again ... but me and Belle ... it was complicated. I was in it for the sex, she was in it for the love. She wanted me to run away with her and forget about Mary, my kids and my career but I couldn’t do that, so we broke up. It ended REALLY badly and she ended up joining my boss JJ Brown in kidnapping Mary and attempting to steal and raise my only daughter as their own. I know, it’s messed up. Fortunately the police got involved and Mary gave birth safe and sound with me by her side.
All that begs the big question ... why was she here?
Belle crept down from her standing position atop the green carpetted stairs that lead down from the upper level of The Dungeon - where the main level was which lead into other rooms - down to the lower level which gave way to the training ring, a filing cabinet and desk, the male and female toilets and a few exercising equiptment. She slowly crept her way down, her thighs squeazing together with every little step as EVERYONE in The Dungeon stared at her, my young students obviously mesmorized by her, Kried and Stiles confused as to who she was and myself hoping she wouldn’t be outing me as a cheater. As she made her way to the bottom, she stood in front of us all and smiled with a look of utter and complete confidence.
Belle Amie
“Kried, bring it one, I’m up for a challenge.”
Kried looked over to her and smirked as he took as sip from his water bottle.
Kried
“Haha, seriously? Who the hell are you anyway?”
She smiled once again - a cunning smile mixed with complete confidence - before stroking her platinum blonde hair out of the way and rolling her eyes back as if Kried was idiotic for not knowing her. She stared back over to him with evil eyes and began to sprout confident and challenging words from her lucious pink lips.
Belle Amie
“Pfft, you don’t know me? I was Jordan’s first protoge ... before he abandonned me!”
Kried turns his eyes slightly over to me, knowing that I knew that he was judging me by what this young woman was saying.
Kried
“So you wanna face me, huh, girly?”
She smirked once more.
Belle Amie
“Damn right I do.”
Kried quickly threw a white towel over his shoulder and took another sip of water before replying.
Kried
“Even if I did wanna beat up a teenage girl, I couldn’t. You’re not a member of The Dungeon.”
Belle kept on her smirk.
Belle Amie
“That’s where you’re wrong, big boy. I’m still a member of The Dungeon, Jordan never ended my contract. Still a full fledged member of the gym until he can find and end my contract. So I’ll be coming here EVERY week to train, anybody got a problem with that?”
Kried puts on an accepting smile and stretches his arm out in front of him, repeatedly pulling his four fingers forward to imitate a “come here” taunt.
Belle smirked and made her way to the women’s changing rooms to get changed into her wrestling gear, the same gear I had given her back in 2010.
As Kried quickly exited the ring to come over to me, my protoge and brother Stiles had already found himself the freezer, taking out a few cornettos. Kried came rushing over to me like a wrecking ball, almost pushing the students onto their asses with his brute strength.
He looked down at me with a dissapointed look on his face just before talking down to me in a threatening tone.
Kried
“I don’t know who in god’s name this girl is ... but if what she’s saying is true, you’ve dissapointed me. You don’t just ditch your protoge like that.”
I look down at my feet, ashamed.
Stytch
“Things happen. Things went sour.”
Kried
“I don’t care, it’s done with now. Just make sure she doesn’t become a problem ... and make sure you don’t ditch your brother, he’s got talent, don’t let it go to waste.”
Kried then walks back into the ring, pushing his way through the students and awaiting Belle’s return. By this time Stiles has come back to me with the cornettos, casually asking “wanna cornetto?” as if he was immune to the drama. I guess he’s just more laid back than I.
Belle comes back out a minute later wearing the old attire I had given her as a present. The attire consisted of a black headband holding back her platinum blond hair from her face, a necklace I had given her as another present, an iluminous green tank top, showing off her stomach, a black and silver studded belt, black and green tights with a style similar to my own and basic black training sneakers.
She made her way over to the ring, her thighs rubbing together slightly and her ass shaking with every step, oh how her ass had grown. I actually think that’s a female thing, ass growth. Mary’s arse has grown too ... I’m not complaining, I love the female bum ... but I’m just taking a notice. Women seem to grow in ass size every time I see them. Just call me girl-ass-growth-man. Haha.
She entered the ring very sensually, the male students all leaning to the side to get a better look at her ass in those tight tights. Oh how I realised I have been training a bunch of perverts. As soon as Belle entered, she sent a flurry of strikes to Kried’s body, a series of left and right kicks and punches repeating the pattern over and over, increasing in speed until she decided it was time to end it. The frenzy ceased with a final uppercut and a headbutt to Kried’s jaw and forehead, sending him dizzy. He had 1) not expected her to be so rough and 2) never had been hit in the head with such unbelievable force before. She was good. Maybe a little too good.
When she continued her attacks and when she moved it was with the precise speed that seemed to in the exclusive domain of all small but strong women in the sport world, trying to make up for being a woman ... as if it was a bad thing. She flexed a little and gazed over at me as if to show off what she could do without me. She continued her barrage of assaults until Kried got ahold of her small almost pin-sized throat and raised her up into the air, staring at her beautiful face and slightly moving her towards the light suspended above the ring, creating a view similar to that of an eclipse. Her head blocked out the light but only in Kried’s line of sight. He smirked at this, remembering the last time he saw an eclipse before realizing that the girl he was strangling had turned a harsh shade of purple. Kried knew he either had to let her go or he could actually really hurt her. He decided to end the fight graciously, grabbing her belt and chokeslamming her onto her back with little force ... but still she arched her back in pain, so hurt by Kried’s ability to dominate her without much effort. Kried slowly got down to his knees and covered Belle, hooking her leg as the students surrounding the ring slammed their hands on the side of the apron, acting as the referee as they normally would in these situations.
“One!” the students chanted as they hit their palms against the side of the ring. I turned my head towards my brother, finding him still immune to all the drama, being more concerned with leaning against the wall as the ice cream running down his chin and lips than the match going on to his right. I liked that. He didn’t care about the drama, he just was out to do what he wanted. Eating ice cream, having sex with beautiful girls and trying to out-match anybody he was in a match with. So different from me. He wasn’t insane or idiotic or even stressed with the drama. He was just absolutely careless. I actually wished I was more like him. Maybe then my hairline wouldn’t be receeding like it is now. Damn my father for being bald and passing the gene on to me!
“Two!” the students chanted ... but before they could hit their palms against the ring, Belle pushed herself up from Kried’s cover, amazingly. How could a young woman of her little training and size kick out from the monsterous gigantic Apostle Kried. *insert jackie chan meme thing here*.
Belle rolled over to her stomach, showing the students her prominous butt as she pulled herself up and glanced over at the shocked Kried before explaiming “that all you got?”. Kried smirked soon after the shock wore off, looking over to her and seeing not just a stupid little teenage girl anymore. He saw an actual challenge. Someone he felt was at least a decent rival. All the others, they were easy ... but Belle ... no, she was ... she was special. Not just special ... but also quite different than all the others. Kried didn’t know why she was so different ... but he knew he liked it.
Belle turned her head over towards me and shouted something down from the ring.
Belle
“Do I have everyone’s attention now?”
I nodded ... then I realised ...
Stytch (thinking)
“Wasn’t that the audio clip quote of Drake that H4ck3r first used in one of his hacking videos back around December time?”
Stytch (whispering)
“Me gusta ...”
Part II coming soon.
Written by Luke D. P. O. T. D. J. "Skorne" Hutchinson.
