Post by L. S. Hutchinson on May 31, 2012 13:12:25 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 ...”
I blink, beginning to flex my muscles with grace and vifor, watching all the movements that were taking place just a few feet in front of my very eyes, watching the quick flexible swerves of Belle and the strong smashing swings of Apostle, forming intricate organic patterns which reflect more upon the art form of dance rather than fighting.
Her limbs are nimble yet petite and frail, knowing Kried could seriously hurt her or force her to submit if he got ahold of her, she continuously moved around the squared circle, creating dizzyness, confusion and tiredness in the mind of the giant Apostle Kried as he constantly attempted to get ahold of her. She ducked, dodged and dived past everything Kried threw at her, using everything I had taught her back in 2010.
She continued with her flexible and ever-so athletic dodges until she found an opening, using the opportunity to jump onto Kried’s back and wrap her tiny little arms around Kried’s throat and forehead, digging her fingers into his skull and holding on tight around his neck like a snake suffocting it’s prey.
Kried frantically attempted to remove her from her position, trying desperately to reach behind him and throw Belle off of him but it was his muscular figure that gave him the disadvantage, being unable to stretch his arms back far enough to get a good grip of Belle. For a few seconds Belle looked to be beating Apostle Kried, even getting him down to his hands and knees as he struggled to breathe and his face began to turn a harsh shade of purple.
Suddenly he began to stand up and to everyone’s absolute surprise performed a front flip onto his back, propelling Belle Amie into the turnbuckle at a funny angle, forcing her to hit the post and flip over into the students, who kindly stopped her from falling and helped her back into the ring with ease.
Kried had the advantage. He grabbed Belle by the back of her petite little neck, pulling her up to her feet very fiercely before sticking her head between his legs, holding up her arms backwars and finally performing his signature move, The Ride Of The Valkyries, basically a spinning pedigree. Belle head hits the ground with much force before the dominant Apostle Kried took cover over the young woman and began to lift her leg much higher than the last pinfall attempt, making sure she wouldn’t be kicking out this time.
Te students once again act as the referee, slamming their palms onto the side of the ring and chanting for a three count.
“ONE!” the students shout in complete unison.
“TWO” they continue, the tone in their voices now sounding more excited than before.
“THREE” they finish, shouting the last second before cheering for Apostle Kried, some raising their fists in the air, some chating “un-de-fea-ted” and clapping along with it.
Apostle pushed himself up from his newest defeated victim, smirking as he stands and offers her a hand to help her up to her cute little feet. Belle brushes away his hand and rolls out of the ring, storming off through the fans and headed towards the womens changing room with a look of embarrassment, anger and jealousy on her face.
The class for today was now ending. We normally would send the students to the changing rooms right on cue when the clock hit the hour ... but today was quite obviously very different. Today was an exception to the rules.
As soon as Belle had slammed the door shut, my tag team partner Apostle Kried embarked outside the ring and made his journey over to my presence, once again staring down at me, I was expecting him to be speaking down to me in the same tone as earlier, the one that quite honestly pissed me off something terrible ... but no. He spoke with a calm, sympathetic tone.
Apostle Kried
“I better get going, got something I need to do ...” He mumbled, making his way up the green-carpetted stairs and picking up a coat left on the side of the balcony above.
He shouted down to me from the top of the stairs, I was once again expecting the harsh tone in his voice that he had been recently giving me ... but yet again I was wrong. He continued with the lovely sympathetic and calm tone, even giving me praise at the end of his sentence.
Apostle Kried
“Oh ... and by the way ... that girl you trained ... she’s good.”
Apostle soon made his way to the elevator, departing from The Dungeon as the last of my students entered the changing rooms. I had not been dressed in any attire - apart from my mask - so I simply waited for my students to finish up showering and getting changed into their normal clothes. It took them fifteen minutes. Ugh, why are teenagers so slow at getting changed?
I swing the keys around my index finger, whistling also as I wait. Waiting ... waiting ... waiting. Soon enough they came out like blood from a gunshot wound, pouring out into the main area and running up the stairs, making their way past the reception, down the walkway and into the elevator. I swing the keys once more around my index finger, finish the song I had been whistling and begin to make my way to the elevator so I can lock the entrance above to stop people getting in and ruining my sixth greatest creation, the others being my four kids and my current marriage.
As I begin to be on my way, I notice a sillhouette through the foggy glass in the door of the womens changing room. Someone was in their. Then it dawned on me. I hadn’t seen Belle in the group of students that had left already ... Belle had stayed behind. No doubt to fuck with my head a bit ... or perhaps she was planning to ruin The Dungeon when I left? Whatever she was planning, I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. Too many people have fucked with me, I’m not gonna take this kind of shit anymore. I’ve had e-fucking-nough.
I march on over to the womens locker room, huffing and puffing with annoyance in my tone and Belle stuck in my mind. I grasp my pale white hand over the silver door handle, splattered with drops of the white paint the builders painted the door with. They didn’t seem to be good at their job, sure The Dungeon looks awesome ... but surely they could have done a better job at painting a god damn door, right? I begin to sqeeze on the handle and push it down in a swift action, ready to swing open the door and tell Belle to sod off. But no. I realised it would be ungentlemanly to rip open the door to the womens lockeroom. Instead I knocked on the door, unos ... dos ... tres, no answer, so I began to raise my voice slightly, just enough for Belle to hear me but not loud enough to cross over into the shouting category.
Stytch
“Oi, Belle, hurry up. I gotta lock up and get back home.”
No answer.
I slowly and unwillingly enter the womens locker room/changing room/toilets, slowly entering and proceeding with one step after another, looking around for Belle. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right. I couldn’t see her anywhere. Where the hell was she? I look around for a while, finding only a bag that someone had left behind, presumably it was Belle’s but I did not know this for sure, I never payed attention to what the bag she had with her looked like. I look around once more, this time not seeing anything ... but I did hear something.
I heard the sound of water bursting out from a showerhead, spraying onto something and running down a plug hole. I knew the sound, it was so familiar to me. Every saturday and sunday morning me and Mary would shower together, I won’t go into too much detail ... but I come out feeling dirtier than when I came in. Heh. Mary has such a soft touch ... but she can be rough sometimes ... just the way I like it.
I walk towards the drippling watery sounds, peeking behind the door frame into the showers to find Belle standing there completely naked with her back turned to me as the water spurting out from the shower dripped down her red hot body, climbing down her curves and dripping down the plug hole next to her cute little toes. I kept on watching, unnoticed by Belle as she wet her hair and thew it back, continuing to turn around slightly and stroke her upper tighs. By this time I could see pretty much everything she had to offer. It’s not like I hadn’t seen her naked before ... it’s just I’d not seen her like this since 2010. Long time.
I keep on watching, completely mesmorised by her sweet body. Suddenly her eyesight flicks over towards me. She’s seen me. I back up, shocked and end up tripping over the end of a bench, hitting my head on the ground. Soon thereafter I begin to pass out, seeing evrything from my lay-down position. The last thing I see before I completely pass out is Belle with a black towel around herbody, rushing over to me and lifting my head, checking if I was bleeding. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I was just ... so ... sleepy ...
Half An Hour Later ...
Thirty minutes after my fall and subsequent knock-out, I awoke to see a bright light shining down into my eyes, after a few moment of gradually opening my eyes and flicking my eyelashes with the pain of the light in my eyes, I began to clearly see that I was in the same position I was before. Damn, that bitch left me here to bleed to death! What a total bitch!
It is at this time that I begin to shuffle around in my place, feeling now that my head had been resting on something soft, something warm. I gaze up to see Belle looking down at me, smiling. She had sat down with me in my place and layed my head and upper neck and shoulders on her lap. I realise now that my mask is gone, she must have removed it to check for any bumps. I see through the corner of my eye that she had placed my mask on the bench I had fell over, she could see the real me ... again.
By this time she knows I’m awake due to my struggling and eye movement. Our eyes meet again and she sends off a great white smile, brushing my hair with her fingers as she does so. This was ... very innapropriet ... but nice. I loved having my hair stroked like this, it reminded me of my adoptive mother’s tendencies to stroke my hair whenever I was sick. I missed her. I miss this. I missed Belle too ... but I couldn’t bring myself to fully come to terms with that revelation, at least not quite yet.
Belle
“Wakey wakey sleepy head. You hit your head pretty hard” she whispers down to me, still gliding her thin fingers through my dark brown hair, smiling slightly.
Stytch
“Urgh, What ... what happened?” I mumble, almost unable to put words together. I must’ve hit my head harder than I had first thought.
Belle’s soft loving smile turns into a crafty smirk with a harsh tint of red in her cheeks, showing embarrassment.
Belle
“You ... erm ... you was perving on me ... and then you tripped over and hit your head.” She quite bluntly puts it, pulling a rather confident look soon thereafter.
As soon as she says that, I remember what I had seen. A smile bursts onto my face but it soon descends and is replaced by a look of guilt. I have a loving wife and four amazing kids at home, it was wrong of me to have carried on watching Belle for so long. So wrong. Belle kept on gazing down at me, stopping with the hair stroking and starting to help me up to my feet. I soon get to my feet with her aid but quickly fall over onto my arse, accidentally pulling Belle atop of me, the towel around her loosening around her tight body and suddenly dropping off of her body and onto mine. I had seen everything ... again ... again. I looked away as fast as I could as she frantically wrapped the towel around her once more and returned to her seated position, holding tight onto the towel.
Belle
“Everytime we see eachother, we always end up naked.” She joked with a slight chuckle soon after. I just watched, slightly amused by her joke, more amused by what I had seen earlier. To quote Ron Simmons: “Damn!”.
She continued to stare down at me, soon coming out with the words that were originally thoughts swirling around her noggin.
Belle
“So ... why was you staring at me naked?” She flound for an answer.
I could simply evade the question, come out with the utter complete unpolished truth or simply and knowingly lie. I had not prepared for such a question, I was a mix of confused, surprised and embarrassed. She read the tell-tale expression on my face and smirked once more. I continueously stroked my wedding ring, staring down at it and remembering the day me and Mary got wed. It was a sunny day, DeWayne Phillips was the best man, Chloe - Mary’s sister - was the maid of honour. Everyone we loved and cared about was there. For me there were my kids - Kyle, Matt and Nick, DeWayne, my friends Chris, Rasputin, Mike, Jeremy, Drake and TJ. The wedding was before my discovery of my true parents and the birth of my daughter, so sadly my relatives couldn’t be there, such a shame. Mary looked beautiful, as always. She just glowed that day, you could see just by the way she was moving, acting and smiling that she loved the day we had. The honeymoon was ... less than ideal. I was too scared of poking Cody in the face to actually have any fun with Mary. We did spend a few weeks in the sun and sand though, even if it did just turn me red for a few days, it was nice to be alone with my new wife. The kids were with Mary’s mother, she’s usually the one that takes care of the kids when we’re doing things by ourselves. She’s been so helpful. Helpful in getting me laid without having to put butter on the door knob or shagging in complete silence ... urgh. I always end up making more noise when I’m trying to be quiet. By this time Belle had been waiting quite a significant time for my response. I found myself telling the exact truth to my former protoge and past lover/mistress.
Stytch
“Honestly? I don’t know, I just got caught up in the moment.”
She grew a wide smile ear to ear, nodding her head slightly from left to right as she does so. I then ask her two consecutive questions, one after the other, in order of interest. The first one to ease my way into asking the second. I sat there looking over to her as I began to ask her these two questions, brushing my fringe backwards and proceding to stroke my scruffy beard, smirking also. I ask the following question with a monotone pitch to my voice, eyes staring over at the lusty Belle and eyebrows brought down closer to my eyes, looking rather sinister with a mix of confusion and smarkyness.
Stytch
“So ... why did you come here?” I ask, patiently awaiting a response from her.
Belle scratched the back of her neck, then the inner side of her calf before finally answering, answering rather strangely. I couldn’t read the emotion or feeling she spoke with.
Belle
“I kinda wanted to make you jealous ... make you miss me ...”
I reply almost instantly.
Stytch
“I do.”
She quickly gazed over towards me and smiled with a touch of embarrassment blossoming with redness in her cheeks. She tried to avoid eye contact, whilst I carried on looking directly at her, possibly making her uncomfortable. We end up looking into eachothers eyes, staring even, until our emotions took over and we ended up reaching for each other.
I let my hand glide towards and over her cheek, stroking the side of her cheek slightly and pulling a look of sympathy and confusion on my face and as I begin to come closer, she wraps her tiny little petite hands around the sides and back of my head, pulling me in, accepting what was about to happen. She didn’t smile, simply licking her lips and pulling a worried expression. I felt her shaking. She was nervous. So was I. As we came within inches of our lips meeting with the solom embrace of saliva, I watched her close her eyes in anticipation. It is at this time that I remember my kids, my wife, my family. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t go through with it. I pull myself away just in time and take a dizzy stand, still affected by the concussion from earlier but steady and mentally capable enough to realise what I was doing was wrong and that I needed to stop it. I avoided eye contact, simply helping Belle up to her feet and directing her to leave with a stubborn tone to my voice. I order her to leave, despite her please for us to continue what we were doing. I also instructed her to never return to the Dungeon and to leave me alone. She gave me a harsh look as she left, as if to say “you’re a douchebag”. I agree. I am a douchebag.
I soon return to the womens toilets, remembering that there was still an unclaimed bag in there which Belle had not taken with her, implying either it wasn’t hers or that she had accidentally forgot to take it with her when I forced her out. I decide to inspect the bag, finding a mobile phone, a mirror, some makeup, a pair of scissors, a hair brush, a pair of blue glasses and a bottle of coca-cola. I turn around and look into one of the large mirrors in the room, finding myself drawn to my hair. Something ... something just snapped. Something changed ... I was staring at myself in the mirror, staring back at myself as I stared at myself ... mirrorception.
I lift up my fringe and stare at my hairline, worrying that it was receding. I had been worried about this for as long as I’ve known my real parents, worried I’d end up bald like my father. I had always had long dark brown hair with a left-parted fringe ... it was time for a change. I turn back around and pick out the scissors and hair brush from the girl’s unclaimed bag. I stare back into the mirror and begin to brush back my hair, realising that I was indeed going bald. There was several patched where I could see through my hair and the top of the hairline seemed to be thinning and receding further.
I began to cut strands from my hair, continuously cutting for twenty minutes until my shoulders, chest and back were covered in dead locks of what used to be my luscious hair, now turned to nothing more than filth on the floor of a woman’s locker room. I continue to cut until I end up with a much shorter haircut. My hair no longer flowed down to my shoulders and the bottom of the back of my neck, instead the hair ended at the middle of the back of my neck, slightly covered the top of my ears and transitioned into the same side-parted fringe, only this time it was much less thick and seemed to be much sharper and less dark than it was before.
I stare at myself and sigh. This wasn’t what I imagined I would look like when I was 15 ... but I guess a lot changes in ten years. Sometimes you get a little chubbier than expected, sometimes your ideas of things may change and differ from your teenage self and sometimes ... just sometimes ... you end up becoming a completely different person to who you wanted to be ... but you’re you, I’m me ... and we may as well love ourself for who we are ... because we’ve got to spend the rest of our lives with us, so we may as well love ourselves.
I flip my eyes down to my body, realising the hair had made quite a mess. I remove my hair-covered shirt, revealing a pale but appealing upper body. I throw the shirt onto the bench and continue to remove the rest of my clothes, planning to use the womens shower to get rid of all the excess hair. I should have probably gone over into the mens showers ... but it seemed like too much hastle when there was a perfectly good shower right here. Plus it’s a shower, they’re all the same. No reason for me to be ashamed or embarrassed.
After a few minutes of frantically trying to remove the excess hair from my body, I end up wrapping a towel around my lower body and cleaning the items I had cut my hair with, placing them back into the unknown girl’s bag and hoping she would not realise I had used them. I turn back around to the mirror, realising I looked a million times better than I did before, although I was still a little depressed over the loss of the hair I had been growing for years now. I begin to spike my hair up at the top, something I had never done before but something that I had found quite appealing now. Oh how I have changed.
I then realise my clothes are too full of hair to wear, so I make my way around to the mens changing rooms so I can take a look through my personal locker, I know I left some clothes in there yesterday.
I was right. I find a purple shirt, a black suit jacket and a pair of dark combat jeans in the silver locker.
As I begin to change into my new change of clothes, the camera slowly pans down to the bottom of the locker, revealing a paintball mask at the very bottom ...
The plot thickens.
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 ...”
I blink, beginning to flex my muscles with grace and vifor, watching all the movements that were taking place just a few feet in front of my very eyes, watching the quick flexible swerves of Belle and the strong smashing swings of Apostle, forming intricate organic patterns which reflect more upon the art form of dance rather than fighting.
Her limbs are nimble yet petite and frail, knowing Kried could seriously hurt her or force her to submit if he got ahold of her, she continuously moved around the squared circle, creating dizzyness, confusion and tiredness in the mind of the giant Apostle Kried as he constantly attempted to get ahold of her. She ducked, dodged and dived past everything Kried threw at her, using everything I had taught her back in 2010.
She continued with her flexible and ever-so athletic dodges until she found an opening, using the opportunity to jump onto Kried’s back and wrap her tiny little arms around Kried’s throat and forehead, digging her fingers into his skull and holding on tight around his neck like a snake suffocting it’s prey.
Kried frantically attempted to remove her from her position, trying desperately to reach behind him and throw Belle off of him but it was his muscular figure that gave him the disadvantage, being unable to stretch his arms back far enough to get a good grip of Belle. For a few seconds Belle looked to be beating Apostle Kried, even getting him down to his hands and knees as he struggled to breathe and his face began to turn a harsh shade of purple.
Suddenly he began to stand up and to everyone’s absolute surprise performed a front flip onto his back, propelling Belle Amie into the turnbuckle at a funny angle, forcing her to hit the post and flip over into the students, who kindly stopped her from falling and helped her back into the ring with ease.
Kried had the advantage. He grabbed Belle by the back of her petite little neck, pulling her up to her feet very fiercely before sticking her head between his legs, holding up her arms backwars and finally performing his signature move, The Ride Of The Valkyries, basically a spinning pedigree. Belle head hits the ground with much force before the dominant Apostle Kried took cover over the young woman and began to lift her leg much higher than the last pinfall attempt, making sure she wouldn’t be kicking out this time.
Te students once again act as the referee, slamming their palms onto the side of the ring and chanting for a three count.
“ONE!” the students shout in complete unison.
“TWO” they continue, the tone in their voices now sounding more excited than before.
“THREE” they finish, shouting the last second before cheering for Apostle Kried, some raising their fists in the air, some chating “un-de-fea-ted” and clapping along with it.
Apostle pushed himself up from his newest defeated victim, smirking as he stands and offers her a hand to help her up to her cute little feet. Belle brushes away his hand and rolls out of the ring, storming off through the fans and headed towards the womens changing room with a look of embarrassment, anger and jealousy on her face.
The class for today was now ending. We normally would send the students to the changing rooms right on cue when the clock hit the hour ... but today was quite obviously very different. Today was an exception to the rules.
As soon as Belle had slammed the door shut, my tag team partner Apostle Kried embarked outside the ring and made his journey over to my presence, once again staring down at me, I was expecting him to be speaking down to me in the same tone as earlier, the one that quite honestly pissed me off something terrible ... but no. He spoke with a calm, sympathetic tone.
Apostle Kried
“I better get going, got something I need to do ...” He mumbled, making his way up the green-carpetted stairs and picking up a coat left on the side of the balcony above.
He shouted down to me from the top of the stairs, I was once again expecting the harsh tone in his voice that he had been recently giving me ... but yet again I was wrong. He continued with the lovely sympathetic and calm tone, even giving me praise at the end of his sentence.
Apostle Kried
“Oh ... and by the way ... that girl you trained ... she’s good.”
Apostle soon made his way to the elevator, departing from The Dungeon as the last of my students entered the changing rooms. I had not been dressed in any attire - apart from my mask - so I simply waited for my students to finish up showering and getting changed into their normal clothes. It took them fifteen minutes. Ugh, why are teenagers so slow at getting changed?
I swing the keys around my index finger, whistling also as I wait. Waiting ... waiting ... waiting. Soon enough they came out like blood from a gunshot wound, pouring out into the main area and running up the stairs, making their way past the reception, down the walkway and into the elevator. I swing the keys once more around my index finger, finish the song I had been whistling and begin to make my way to the elevator so I can lock the entrance above to stop people getting in and ruining my sixth greatest creation, the others being my four kids and my current marriage.
As I begin to be on my way, I notice a sillhouette through the foggy glass in the door of the womens changing room. Someone was in their. Then it dawned on me. I hadn’t seen Belle in the group of students that had left already ... Belle had stayed behind. No doubt to fuck with my head a bit ... or perhaps she was planning to ruin The Dungeon when I left? Whatever she was planning, I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. Too many people have fucked with me, I’m not gonna take this kind of shit anymore. I’ve had e-fucking-nough.
I march on over to the womens locker room, huffing and puffing with annoyance in my tone and Belle stuck in my mind. I grasp my pale white hand over the silver door handle, splattered with drops of the white paint the builders painted the door with. They didn’t seem to be good at their job, sure The Dungeon looks awesome ... but surely they could have done a better job at painting a god damn door, right? I begin to sqeeze on the handle and push it down in a swift action, ready to swing open the door and tell Belle to sod off. But no. I realised it would be ungentlemanly to rip open the door to the womens lockeroom. Instead I knocked on the door, unos ... dos ... tres, no answer, so I began to raise my voice slightly, just enough for Belle to hear me but not loud enough to cross over into the shouting category.
Stytch
“Oi, Belle, hurry up. I gotta lock up and get back home.”
No answer.
I slowly and unwillingly enter the womens locker room/changing room/toilets, slowly entering and proceeding with one step after another, looking around for Belle. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right. I couldn’t see her anywhere. Where the hell was she? I look around for a while, finding only a bag that someone had left behind, presumably it was Belle’s but I did not know this for sure, I never payed attention to what the bag she had with her looked like. I look around once more, this time not seeing anything ... but I did hear something.
I heard the sound of water bursting out from a showerhead, spraying onto something and running down a plug hole. I knew the sound, it was so familiar to me. Every saturday and sunday morning me and Mary would shower together, I won’t go into too much detail ... but I come out feeling dirtier than when I came in. Heh. Mary has such a soft touch ... but she can be rough sometimes ... just the way I like it.
I walk towards the drippling watery sounds, peeking behind the door frame into the showers to find Belle standing there completely naked with her back turned to me as the water spurting out from the shower dripped down her red hot body, climbing down her curves and dripping down the plug hole next to her cute little toes. I kept on watching, unnoticed by Belle as she wet her hair and thew it back, continuing to turn around slightly and stroke her upper tighs. By this time I could see pretty much everything she had to offer. It’s not like I hadn’t seen her naked before ... it’s just I’d not seen her like this since 2010. Long time.
I keep on watching, completely mesmorised by her sweet body. Suddenly her eyesight flicks over towards me. She’s seen me. I back up, shocked and end up tripping over the end of a bench, hitting my head on the ground. Soon thereafter I begin to pass out, seeing evrything from my lay-down position. The last thing I see before I completely pass out is Belle with a black towel around herbody, rushing over to me and lifting my head, checking if I was bleeding. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. I was just ... so ... sleepy ...
Half An Hour Later ...
Thirty minutes after my fall and subsequent knock-out, I awoke to see a bright light shining down into my eyes, after a few moment of gradually opening my eyes and flicking my eyelashes with the pain of the light in my eyes, I began to clearly see that I was in the same position I was before. Damn, that bitch left me here to bleed to death! What a total bitch!
It is at this time that I begin to shuffle around in my place, feeling now that my head had been resting on something soft, something warm. I gaze up to see Belle looking down at me, smiling. She had sat down with me in my place and layed my head and upper neck and shoulders on her lap. I realise now that my mask is gone, she must have removed it to check for any bumps. I see through the corner of my eye that she had placed my mask on the bench I had fell over, she could see the real me ... again.
By this time she knows I’m awake due to my struggling and eye movement. Our eyes meet again and she sends off a great white smile, brushing my hair with her fingers as she does so. This was ... very innapropriet ... but nice. I loved having my hair stroked like this, it reminded me of my adoptive mother’s tendencies to stroke my hair whenever I was sick. I missed her. I miss this. I missed Belle too ... but I couldn’t bring myself to fully come to terms with that revelation, at least not quite yet.
Belle
“Wakey wakey sleepy head. You hit your head pretty hard” she whispers down to me, still gliding her thin fingers through my dark brown hair, smiling slightly.
Stytch
“Urgh, What ... what happened?” I mumble, almost unable to put words together. I must’ve hit my head harder than I had first thought.
Belle’s soft loving smile turns into a crafty smirk with a harsh tint of red in her cheeks, showing embarrassment.
Belle
“You ... erm ... you was perving on me ... and then you tripped over and hit your head.” She quite bluntly puts it, pulling a rather confident look soon thereafter.
As soon as she says that, I remember what I had seen. A smile bursts onto my face but it soon descends and is replaced by a look of guilt. I have a loving wife and four amazing kids at home, it was wrong of me to have carried on watching Belle for so long. So wrong. Belle kept on gazing down at me, stopping with the hair stroking and starting to help me up to my feet. I soon get to my feet with her aid but quickly fall over onto my arse, accidentally pulling Belle atop of me, the towel around her loosening around her tight body and suddenly dropping off of her body and onto mine. I had seen everything ... again ... again. I looked away as fast as I could as she frantically wrapped the towel around her once more and returned to her seated position, holding tight onto the towel.
Belle
“Everytime we see eachother, we always end up naked.” She joked with a slight chuckle soon after. I just watched, slightly amused by her joke, more amused by what I had seen earlier. To quote Ron Simmons: “Damn!”.
She continued to stare down at me, soon coming out with the words that were originally thoughts swirling around her noggin.
Belle
“So ... why was you staring at me naked?” She flound for an answer.
I could simply evade the question, come out with the utter complete unpolished truth or simply and knowingly lie. I had not prepared for such a question, I was a mix of confused, surprised and embarrassed. She read the tell-tale expression on my face and smirked once more. I continueously stroked my wedding ring, staring down at it and remembering the day me and Mary got wed. It was a sunny day, DeWayne Phillips was the best man, Chloe - Mary’s sister - was the maid of honour. Everyone we loved and cared about was there. For me there were my kids - Kyle, Matt and Nick, DeWayne, my friends Chris, Rasputin, Mike, Jeremy, Drake and TJ. The wedding was before my discovery of my true parents and the birth of my daughter, so sadly my relatives couldn’t be there, such a shame. Mary looked beautiful, as always. She just glowed that day, you could see just by the way she was moving, acting and smiling that she loved the day we had. The honeymoon was ... less than ideal. I was too scared of poking Cody in the face to actually have any fun with Mary. We did spend a few weeks in the sun and sand though, even if it did just turn me red for a few days, it was nice to be alone with my new wife. The kids were with Mary’s mother, she’s usually the one that takes care of the kids when we’re doing things by ourselves. She’s been so helpful. Helpful in getting me laid without having to put butter on the door knob or shagging in complete silence ... urgh. I always end up making more noise when I’m trying to be quiet. By this time Belle had been waiting quite a significant time for my response. I found myself telling the exact truth to my former protoge and past lover/mistress.
Stytch
“Honestly? I don’t know, I just got caught up in the moment.”
She grew a wide smile ear to ear, nodding her head slightly from left to right as she does so. I then ask her two consecutive questions, one after the other, in order of interest. The first one to ease my way into asking the second. I sat there looking over to her as I began to ask her these two questions, brushing my fringe backwards and proceding to stroke my scruffy beard, smirking also. I ask the following question with a monotone pitch to my voice, eyes staring over at the lusty Belle and eyebrows brought down closer to my eyes, looking rather sinister with a mix of confusion and smarkyness.
Stytch
“So ... why did you come here?” I ask, patiently awaiting a response from her.
Belle scratched the back of her neck, then the inner side of her calf before finally answering, answering rather strangely. I couldn’t read the emotion or feeling she spoke with.
Belle
“I kinda wanted to make you jealous ... make you miss me ...”
I reply almost instantly.
Stytch
“I do.”
She quickly gazed over towards me and smiled with a touch of embarrassment blossoming with redness in her cheeks. She tried to avoid eye contact, whilst I carried on looking directly at her, possibly making her uncomfortable. We end up looking into eachothers eyes, staring even, until our emotions took over and we ended up reaching for each other.
I let my hand glide towards and over her cheek, stroking the side of her cheek slightly and pulling a look of sympathy and confusion on my face and as I begin to come closer, she wraps her tiny little petite hands around the sides and back of my head, pulling me in, accepting what was about to happen. She didn’t smile, simply licking her lips and pulling a worried expression. I felt her shaking. She was nervous. So was I. As we came within inches of our lips meeting with the solom embrace of saliva, I watched her close her eyes in anticipation. It is at this time that I remember my kids, my wife, my family. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t go through with it. I pull myself away just in time and take a dizzy stand, still affected by the concussion from earlier but steady and mentally capable enough to realise what I was doing was wrong and that I needed to stop it. I avoided eye contact, simply helping Belle up to her feet and directing her to leave with a stubborn tone to my voice. I order her to leave, despite her please for us to continue what we were doing. I also instructed her to never return to the Dungeon and to leave me alone. She gave me a harsh look as she left, as if to say “you’re a douchebag”. I agree. I am a douchebag.
I soon return to the womens toilets, remembering that there was still an unclaimed bag in there which Belle had not taken with her, implying either it wasn’t hers or that she had accidentally forgot to take it with her when I forced her out. I decide to inspect the bag, finding a mobile phone, a mirror, some makeup, a pair of scissors, a hair brush, a pair of blue glasses and a bottle of coca-cola. I turn around and look into one of the large mirrors in the room, finding myself drawn to my hair. Something ... something just snapped. Something changed ... I was staring at myself in the mirror, staring back at myself as I stared at myself ... mirrorception.
I lift up my fringe and stare at my hairline, worrying that it was receding. I had been worried about this for as long as I’ve known my real parents, worried I’d end up bald like my father. I had always had long dark brown hair with a left-parted fringe ... it was time for a change. I turn back around and pick out the scissors and hair brush from the girl’s unclaimed bag. I stare back into the mirror and begin to brush back my hair, realising that I was indeed going bald. There was several patched where I could see through my hair and the top of the hairline seemed to be thinning and receding further.
I began to cut strands from my hair, continuously cutting for twenty minutes until my shoulders, chest and back were covered in dead locks of what used to be my luscious hair, now turned to nothing more than filth on the floor of a woman’s locker room. I continue to cut until I end up with a much shorter haircut. My hair no longer flowed down to my shoulders and the bottom of the back of my neck, instead the hair ended at the middle of the back of my neck, slightly covered the top of my ears and transitioned into the same side-parted fringe, only this time it was much less thick and seemed to be much sharper and less dark than it was before.
I stare at myself and sigh. This wasn’t what I imagined I would look like when I was 15 ... but I guess a lot changes in ten years. Sometimes you get a little chubbier than expected, sometimes your ideas of things may change and differ from your teenage self and sometimes ... just sometimes ... you end up becoming a completely different person to who you wanted to be ... but you’re you, I’m me ... and we may as well love ourself for who we are ... because we’ve got to spend the rest of our lives with us, so we may as well love ourselves.
I flip my eyes down to my body, realising the hair had made quite a mess. I remove my hair-covered shirt, revealing a pale but appealing upper body. I throw the shirt onto the bench and continue to remove the rest of my clothes, planning to use the womens shower to get rid of all the excess hair. I should have probably gone over into the mens showers ... but it seemed like too much hastle when there was a perfectly good shower right here. Plus it’s a shower, they’re all the same. No reason for me to be ashamed or embarrassed.
After a few minutes of frantically trying to remove the excess hair from my body, I end up wrapping a towel around my lower body and cleaning the items I had cut my hair with, placing them back into the unknown girl’s bag and hoping she would not realise I had used them. I turn back around to the mirror, realising I looked a million times better than I did before, although I was still a little depressed over the loss of the hair I had been growing for years now. I begin to spike my hair up at the top, something I had never done before but something that I had found quite appealing now. Oh how I have changed.
I then realise my clothes are too full of hair to wear, so I make my way around to the mens changing rooms so I can take a look through my personal locker, I know I left some clothes in there yesterday.
I was right. I find a purple shirt, a black suit jacket and a pair of dark combat jeans in the silver locker.
As I begin to change into my new change of clothes, the camera slowly pans down to the bottom of the locker, revealing a paintball mask at the very bottom ...
The plot thickens.
