Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

Lord_Darcy: I strut out towards the ring in the warehouse, holding my arms up in the arm as the crowd cheer... my big belly wobbling as I proceed... there's a good crowd in tonight, they know this is going to be a great fight the club is putting on... I climb up the ring steps and duck through the ropes and make my way to one corner, where I lean back, waiting for someone to pass me a microphone...

Lord_Darcy: I take the microphone and look around the crowd, then raise the microphone to my mouth... "Welcome to... LORD & LADY DARCY'S FIGHT CLUB!!" - https://venus.chatfighters.com/federations/Lord_Lady_Darcys_Fight_Club - The crowd cheers loudly. "Tonight, we have one hell of a great match lined up for you... It's in the... WOMEN'S NO HOLDS BARRED DIVISION..." The crowd cheers even louder... And is an... International Match... between all the way from TEXAS in the U... S... of A... none other than that... LEGEND of FEMALE FIGHTING... "HARDHITTING"... HEATHER... HARDIN... going up against our own... ENGLISH ROSE.... LADY... NICOLA... DARCY..." The crowd let's out whoops of delight. I smile and look around at the packed crowd, thinking about how much money I am making, then I continue. "Now, you all... KNOW THE RULES... (I smirk)... THERE AREN'T ANY!..." The crowd has heard this many times from me, but they still roar their approval and I smile. "This is a... FIGHT TO THE FINISH... WINNER BY KNOCKOUT or... ONE OF THE WOMEN QUITS..." The crowd boo's at this last option, but I hold up my hand to silence them... "Folks, folks,... both of these women are... tough... with a capital T... and they both want to win, neither of them is gonna quit!..." The crowd cheers. Again I wait for a moment for the crowd to quieten down... "Okay folks, so let's get our first fighter out here... standing 5'4@ tall, weighing in at 170lbs, she's you're own... BATTLING ENGLISH ROSE... THE BUSTY BRITISH BRUISER... here is... LADY... NICOLA... DARCY!!!..."

Lady_Darcy: I've been waiting backstage, listening to my husband's usual blah, blah, waiting for him to introduce me...

... dressed in a pink and white bikini, with white boots... I smile confidently, 'Hardhitting' Heather is an experienced fighter, a lot of wins under her belt, but also a lot of losses, and tonight I'm gonna put another brutal loss on her record... my husband calls my name, the crowd cheers and I rush out into the warehouse arena...

... my arm raised to acknowledge the crowd...
Lady_Darcy: I swagger towards the ring, confident, cocky, slapping hands with the crowd... "C'mon M'Lady.. whup her arse!!..." one of them yells, I turn and look at them... "Oh yeah!... I'm gonna give this Texas Tart the beating of her life!..." I arrogantly purr back at them... the crowd cheers... I turn and start to climb the ring steps...

The_Mangler: I walk into the warehouse. Dark beer in hand. In a grey Armani suit. Checking my Rolex watch. As I sit in the front row of seats. Wondering who else is going to be here. Darcy has just introduced his woman. The crowd (some of them) cheering her on. I take a sip. And nonchalantly just stare up at the first entrant as she makes her way in the ring.

Lady_Darcy: I climb onto the ring apron and pose for the crowd...

... thick and curvy, I arrogantly hold my hand up signalling I'm No. 1... "Darlings, you know I should be the champion... I deserve a title shot... and tonight I will prove I deserve it by beating this whore from Texas... Hardhitting Heather... so badly that she'll never come back to England again!!..."... I smirk at the crowd, duck through the ropes, and make my way to my corner, where I lean back against the ropes, waiting for my opponent...

Lord_Darcy: I smile as my wife makes her entrance, telling the crowd what she's gonna do to Heather, no question she's confident, but I also know Heather's reputation, she's no pushover, that 'Hardhitting' is a well-earned nickname... my wife settles into her corner, and I turn back to the crowd... "And now, please welcome her opponent... from the GREAT STATE of TEXAS... standing 5'7" tall and weighing in at 145lbs, here is... HARDHITTING... HEATHER... HARDIN!!!..."

Heather_Hardin: With getting the invitations to fight in Lord and Lady Darcy's club there was no way I was gonna pass on it. Not only did I love a good fight, but I loved it when I was treated as the underdog. I earned my reputation, and my nick name or else The Darcy's wouldn't have even talked to me about coming. I waited backstage as Lord Darcy introduced his wife and then had to endure hearing her talk shit as she got in the ring. A wicked smile on my face as I was finally introduced. Stepping out from the curtains I already had a mic in hand as I stepped out in an all-pink bikini with black and pink boots. " Already talking shit are you? What you think because you and your husband own this club that your instantly gonna beat my ass. Or is it the fact that your 170 lbs of fat and old age give you experience to beat me?" I smirk as i step closer to the ring staring down the bigger older woman. " You might be a big British bruiser, but I am a Hard-hitting tough talking mean ass Texas bitch with a temper a mile wide and panache for beating bigger bitches!" Again a few more steps as I get closer before climbing the steps to get in the ring. "Here's the thing Lady Darcy, you don't scare me and as far as proving you deserve a title after I am done beating you to a plus the only title you'll have is the title of lady which you gave yourself and dreams of grandeur which is all you ever had anyway!" I snarl dropping the mic stepping full in ring glaring daggers at the big woman.

The_Mangler: C'mon Darcy... take her down... you can do it!!!!

Lady_Darcy: I lean back against the turnbuckles in my corner and listen to Heather as she makes her way to the ring, the sneer on my face turning into a snarl as she taunts "Or is it the fact that your 170 lbs of fat and old age give you experience to beat me?". I shake my head and look to the crowd with an expression of stunned disbelief. "Who does this slut think she is?" I ask, "Coming here into... my... club and calling me... old and fat!" I snort with derision as she continues "Here's the thing Lady Darcy, you don't scare me, and as far as proving you deserve a title, after I am done beating you to a plus the only title you'll have is the title of Lady which you gave yourself and dreams of grandeur which is all you ever had anyway!" Then she glares at me and I momentarily glare back, but we are interrupted by a yell from the crowd, "C'MON Darcy....take her down.....you can do it!!!!" I turn and look at the big man in the crowd who called out, smiling, and pointing at him, "Oh yeah, I am gonna take this bitch down... I'm gonna do more than take her down... I'm gonna beat her to such a bloody mess none of the clients in that whore house she works in will be able to recognize her!"

The_Mangler: I give Lady Darcy a thumbs up.

Lady_Darcy: I turn back to face you and strut out to the middle of the ring, clenching my hands into fists, my thick, curvy, body tensing up and stretching my bikini, I glare at you. "Come on bitch, or did you just come here to talk tough?" I ask.

Heather_Hardin: Hearing the gentleman in the crowd I already knew it was gonna be a tough fight. She was in her home turf, and I was the outsider here. I wasn't going to win the crowd, but that was fine with me. I wasn't here to make friends. I was here to beat a bitch and get paid. Walking to center ring I got chest to chest with the big bitch. "Oh, I definitely came to fight!" I snarled not waiting for the bell as I tried to swing my left forearm across her face.

Lady_Darcy: UFF!... I grunt as your left forearm smacks into my face, my head recoiling to my left and I stumble to my left, my thick body wobbling a little as I stumble. I snort loudly and then spit on the canvas before turning my face back to you, an angry, vicious, glare on my face. "Why you dumb shut, your gonna regret that!" I snarl at you. Then I fling a straight right fist at the middle of your face, leaning into the punch from my shoulder with my 170lbs thick, curvy, body behind the blow, my momentum launching me stumbling forward...

Lord_Darcy: "Whoa??!!..." I cry as the two women go at it, before I can do my usual introduction, not that this matters since it is no holds barred, no rules! I look to ringside and call "Ring the bell!..."... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!...

The_Mangler: C'mon Darcy....Put her down...

Heather_Hardin: My forearm connects hard across your face stumbling you back some making me smirk. You spit and come raging back at me with a punch towards my face trying to force all your body weight into it. I bring both my hands up to guard and the punch lands on my guard but sends me stumbling back from the sheer force of it all. There is a hiss of pain as I bring my arms down shaking them out and snarling. " Gonna beat your fat ass skank!" I roar out as I rush forward to meet you again trying to act like I am gonna tangle up with you only to try and drive my right knee into that big belly of yours. Yt Lady Darcy

Lady_Darcy: Angrily I hurl my straight right at you, but you're an accomplished boxer and you block it with your guard, although the power of the blow makes you stumble. My own momentum leaves me falling forward in a stumble. As I start to regain my upright stance I hear your taunt, "Gonna beat your fat ass skank!", I snort angrily at you. But you're not just an accomplished boxer, you're fast too, launching forward, bringing your right knee up and slamming it into my thick belly... URRRRGHH!!... I let out a loud grunt of pain as your knee digs into my gut and I double forward, my head coming down. I'm hurt, but my instinct is to retaliate, and since we are now pressed up against each other I pull my left fist up in a looping hook aimed for the right side of your head, wanting to knock you to your left, so I can pivot and send a clubbing overarm right at your jaw. Slugging it out, toe to toe, where I can get my weight behind my punches, is a much better fight plan for me than dancing around the ring chasing you.

Heather_Hardin: Being not just a wrestler, but a boxer means a few things. First, I can handle myself in a fight, thus how easily I was able to block your first attempt to strike when this match started. Second was my ability to deal with a slugfest which is exactly what you wanted when you strike the side of my head only to pivot and send a right to my jaw. Again you're putting all that right behind those punches! They both make me stumble back, the shot to the jaw sending spittle flying. "UGHHH" I groan before standing up fully again nodding my head with a smirk. I spit towards the canvas and then come to you again taking that boxers stance. " You want a slugfest you got it!" I sneer as I get close bobbing and weaving my head. I show a right hook aimed for your belly only to shift left and fire a hard left hook instead to your jaw. I then try to follow that with a right hook trying to snap your head the other way.

Lady_Darcy: Uff... I grunt with the exertion as I ram my left inti the side of your head, snapping it to the side... "Yesss!!" I exclaim as your head rocks, then another grunt... Uggg... as I pivot my thick, curvy, body and hurl my right overarm hook into your jaw, sending your head snapping in the opposite direction, saliva flying out of your mouth, and the impact forcing you to stumble backwards. I snort and then gloatingly smile at you, "You ain't the only one who can hit hard eh bitch?..." I snarl at you. I pull my fists up in a guard, planting my thick, chubby, legs firmly on the canvas, glaring at you, challenging you to come at me. You clearly accept the challenge, you spit on the canvas, maybe clearing a little blood from my blow to your jaw, then straighten up and come forward, dancing on your feet, moving your head from side to side, moving your fists. I step to my left, holding my guard up, you're 3" taller than me and I need to protect my head.

The_Mangler: YOUVE GOT THIS DARCY!!!!

Lady_Darcy: But as you dance at me you go low, motioning to send your right out in a hook towards my already hurting belly. Instinctively I lower my guard, bringing my forearms down to protect my belly, but too late I realize it was a feint as I see you have rapidly changed your position and your left is hurtling towards my jaw... URFF!!... I grunt as your left smacks into my jaw, my head recoiling violently to my left from the impact, my long brunette hair flailing out as I stumble to my left on my wobbly legs. Stunned and dazed, my legs wobbling, I bring my head back upright, and start to bring my guard up, but too late, your right crashes into my jaw and now my head pings violently to my right. As my head flies off to my right, my thick, curvy, body follows, my big tits sailing through the air as I stumble and stagger on my shaking legs. I stumble for a couple of steps but don't fall, and instead get a little balance back. I'm dazed and hurt, but I again instinctively attack rather than retreat. Straightening myself up, my eyes a little glassy and dazed, I let out a grunt... Urrrr.... and fire a wild right hook at your jaw, leaning my thick body behind the punch, again my big tits swaying with the momentum of my body. After the right I swing back, hurling a big left haymaker hook at your jaw, again my body swaying into the punch and I again left out a loud grunt... Urrr...

Heather_Hardin: As you swung those earlier hits, I heard the grunt of power and felt that power truly when it landed. I knew better than to try to match power shots with you. I could take a few of those massive hits but not too many. Still the key was to show that I could eat them like a champ, which is exactly what I did when I spit towards the canvas. Before I struck you back. And boy did I strike back! You fell for my feint easily and when my left stuck your face went violently to the side sending hair in that direction then when you tried to guard, I sent that right that knocked you for a loop! I had you dazed, and I knew it! You stumbled back a few steps but went on the attack. I surprised me a bit, but I could see the glassy look in your eyes as you fired that wild right. I easy ducked over it, only to see the massive haymaker coming! I had to options eat it and take another massive blow or disengage and be out of range for a big blow. That's what I did I step back far from you enough where I couldn't attack back, but I missed the blow. I needed to use your dazed look and aggression to my advantage. "HEY FAT ASS! HOW CLOSE ARE WE TO SPAIN! I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A FEMALE PROFESSIONAL BULL FIGHTER!" I yelled out to you as I got my fist up moving towards the corner wondering just exactly if you were gonna fall for my trick. " TORO! TORO!! COME ON FAT ASS!" I smirked almost waving you on.

Lady_Darcy: I hurl my right hook at your jaw, all my body behind the blow, but it sails through the air above your head as you duck low... "WOOO..." I gasp as the momentum of my heavy body carries me off to my left as the punch misses... "GRRR..." I growl angrily and now pivot back and swing my left haymaker at you, a big looping blow, that could knock a hole in a concrete wall, and would send you to la-la land... if only you'd stay still long enough... which you don't, wisely retreating backwards into the corner of the ring... "GRRR..." again I let out a growl of annoyance as my fist swishes through the air where moments before you were standing... my momentum carries me forward and I stumble... I'm still a little dazed from your hard blows to my head, and seething with anger that I can't lay a punch on you... I stumbled, but stopped myself from falling, and as I straighten up I hear... "HEY FAT ASS! HOW CLOSE ARE WE TO SPAIN!" and I wonder if I was more hurt by your blows than I thought, you want directions to Spain??... I'm confused... but your next taunt clears it all up... "TORO! TORO!! COME ON FAT ASS!"... Somehow you think I'll be insulted by your name calling my curvy butt, maybe I'll give you a closer look at it later, after I beat you stupid, I'll make you kiss it... but as for now, I'll just use it and my curvy body to smash you into that corner... YAAAARRRGGH!!... I squeal as I charge forward at you, stretching my arms out to my sides to catch hold of you, looking to just ram my thick, curvy, body into yours and send you back first into the corner, crushed against the turnbuckles by my thick, curvy, 170lbs body...

Heather_Hardin: The growl of annoyance is all I needed to hear to know I had you exactly where I wanted! That confused look on your face as I taunted you just made it that much more satisfying. Then to make all my hopes and dreams come true you roar out just like a bull coming hurtling towards me. "There's no way it's this easy." I chuckle to myself as I wait for you to get about 3/4 of the way towards me before ducking and rolling out of the way to the side. My 145lbs comes popping up just as you come speeding past me towards the corner and as you do, I am right there waiting behind you with open arms just waiting for you to collide and bounce back into my open arms hoping to try and catch you for a German suplex. " I didn't realize this was an international tour. First running of the fat ass bulls in Spain and now a trip to Germany with a German suplex!" I tease.

Lady_Darcy: I charge at you, my arms spread, tits, belly, and ass, shaking as I hurtle forward at you, a lot of momentum going forward, I grin as I imagine my thick body crushing your toned body into the turnbuckles. But then, suddenly, you dart to the side... "NOOOO...." I squeal, but I'm unable to stop and my momentum carries me hard into the turnbuckles, ... URFFFFF.... I let out a loud groan as my tits impale on the top turnbuckle, my belly on the middle turnbuckle, my arms flopping over the top ropes and my head going down over the top turnbuckle. I let out a plaintive moan... urrrrrr... as I hang over the turnbuckles and top ropes... I'm in a bad way and the local crowd has gone quiet seeing their local champion getting totally outclassed... even in my dazed state I can sense their disappointment at my performance... I take a deep breath and put my hands on the top ropes to push myself back off the turnbuckles, my thick, chubby, legs wobbling as I stumble a step backwards. My face showing pain, bruises around my jaw where you caught me with your left and right hooks, my tits and belly showing some bruises developing from their impact with the turnbuckles, my hair dishevelled, my eyes are glassy. Suddenly I feel your arms around my thick waist, your toned body squeezing into my back, your face at the back of my head, breathing heavily and hissing something about... Germany... I'm bemused, more travel questions??... No.. No... I suddenly get it... I can't let that happen... I gotta stop you... I grab the top rope with my left hand, hanging on tight and then stamp down with my right boot at your right foot, still gripping the top rope with my left hand I bend to my left and bring my right elbow up and back, aiming for your head, and again, and again...

Heather_Hardin: You come charging in like I hoped and go ramming right into the corner going slumped and dazed. Instead of acting quickly, like I should have mind you, I waited for you to get your bearings and stumble back. That when I wrapped my arms around and began to taunt. Foolish move on my part. I got hasty as you suddenly realize and go to halt my efforts! First the gripping of the rope with your left hand and stomping on my right foot with your right makes me howl out. You aren't done yet as you fire a right elbow not once but a few times to my head. Each blow loosens my grip as the crowd howls out hoping you beat the piss out of this younger American girl! Finally, one last head shot makes me let go and stumble back in a daze holding my head. I almost stumble back middle of the ring. I know I am gonna feel a lump by my damn temple from your fucking elbows. I try to shake my head free of the cobwebs getting my fist up to prepare for an attack.

Lady_Darcy: Vigorously I ram my elbow back into your head, desperate to avoid the devastating German suplex that you had planned for me. And it works, suddenly you let go of my waist and start stumbling backwards away from the corner towards the middle of the ring. I let go of the ropes and turn to face you, I have been taking a pasting and it shows, but at last I have been able to break your dominance of me, and I can hear the crowd yelling, more howling, for me to follow up and lay into you. And, dazed as I may be, I too can see the opportunity, you're shaking your head, still stunned from my hard elbow shots to your temple. I snort a deep breath of air, clench my fists, and make a fast stumble out of the corner towards the middle of the ring, wanting to set about you before you can recover your composure and stance. I can see you starting to pull your guard up so I need to strike quickly, hurling a straight left towards your jaw, leaning the punch from my shoulder as I come forward, my thick body behind the blow. If I connect, you'll be checking your dental plan and heading for the canvas on your ass, and if I miss my sheer forward momentum will send me careering into you, 170lbs of thick bodied English woman ramming into your toned body in a brutal collision.

Heather_Hardin: Fucking hell I got too damn arrogant, and I paid for it as those elbows land hard. My head is spinning as I stumble back hearing the crowd cheer you to get back into it. Thankfully my head is clearing as you come towards me. However bad news you are coming with a Vengeance! You swing that arm and I just narrowly get my left up to block the thing is you have so much power and momentum that even as I block, I am sent back again as your 170lbs slams into me. The sheer force sends me landing hard to my back on the canvas. The air escaping my lungs as the crowd cheers.

Lady_Darcy: I hurl my right at you, leaning, more running, into the punch my thick body moving quickly across the ring. As I get close you spot me coming at you and you bring your left arm up to block the punch, but it doesn't matter that much, the punch is just the leading part of the human battering ram headed your way, and barely a moment after you block the punch the rest of me slams into you, All 170lbs of me, tits, belly and ass, slam into your toned body, my head smacking into yours, a loud squelching sound from the collision of our bodies and a crack from the impact of our heads. The impact hurts us both, but the momentum was all mine and as I come to a halt from the impact you go flying down onto the canvas on your back. I stand for a moment looking down at you, I'm bedraggled from the beating you have so far given me, sweating heavily over my whole body, bruised face and body, my big chest heaving up and down, stretching my bikini top taut as I gasp for air, my hair all mussed up and my eyes glassy. As I gasp for air my top lip quivers into a snarl and the expression on my face turns from dazed to venomous as I hiss at you "Bitch... now it's my turn!" Now I use my other sporting skills, this is London, England, and I know how to play soccer, well I played soccer until I was banned from my ladies' league. I was a defender, and I followed the mantra of "play the woman, not the ball", I still hold the record for the greatest number of red cards in women's soccer. I loose a vicious soccer kick at your head with my thick, chubby, left leg. The theory is simple, kick you into a dazed, stunned, state and then I can really beat down on you. "Take that slut!!..." I snarl as my boot flies towards your head.

Heather_Hardin: Landing down hard on the canvas I groan as I can see you still up on your heat and snarling. "Bitch...now it's my turn" rings in my ears as you square up ready to unleash hell with a punt of a soccer kick! Again, I am able to just barely get my hands up to protect. However, the kick still lands and knocks my hands up and my head is forced back from impact. Groaning I try to roll away to the ropes. I need to get back on my feet and quick or this big British cow is gonna really do some damage. I can hear the crowd booing angry that I potentially avoided a massive concussion, and I am rolling away. Fuck 'em I don't need the crowd on my side to beat this bitch.

Lady_Darcy: I loose my kick at your head with all the venom of an international striker kicking for a goal, but you're quick, and desperately get your hands up to protect your head. Still the force of the impact sends you rolling across the canvas. But my failure to punt your head into the crowd leaves me snarling with anger...

Lady_Darcy: I see you grabbing the ropes to pull yourself up to your feet. Again, I scream with anger.... YARRRRGH!!... as I quickly follow you. With your hands holding the ropes I again swing my left leg, this time at your ankles, to take you off your feet, making you drop onto the middle rope, where I aim to get your throat on the rope and get my right knee on your back so that I can press down with my 170lbs and choke you on the rope. I grab the top rope with both hands to give myself extra leverage and keep my balance when I get my right knee in your back and am standing on one leg... "You're done bitch!... You're going out!..." I snarl...

Heather_Hardin: With you on me like a pissed off bull there isn't much I can do as I roll to the ropes and grab to pull myself up. I am just about to get fully to my feet when you strike my legs taking my feet from under me! Dropping with my throat at the middle rope you slam you knee into my back. The air escapes my lungs as I am forced to choke on the rope. Eyes bulging as I try to pull free while you add leverage. Almost like you're on one leg. "REF!!! ....REF!!!" I croak out though I hear the crowd laugh knowing there is no ref to save me. I need to do something fast, or this is gonna end badly! And with all your weight on my back I am almost fucked! I try to pull down the middle rope for some freedom but it's no use. I can feel my eyes getting heavy and that's when the thought occurs. I let my whole body go limp hoping you fall from the act.

Lady_Darcy: I push down with my knee into your back, gripping the top rope tightly, laughing and snorting as I see you going redder and redder in the face... "REF!!... REF!!..." you cry... I laugh again... "NO HOLDS BARRED BITCH!!... NO HOLDS BARRED!!..." I gloatingly taunt at you.... and then... you go limp... "WHOA!!..." I squeal and throw up my arms in victory, pulling off of your back... I bend down and clasp your head...

... and gloatingly taunt you... "Never mind Heather sweetie... you just weren't good enough!..." I crow...

Heather_Hardin: You push down more and more as my face gets red. You taunt me more and more until I enact my plan and go limp. My body goes limp, and you raise your arms in victory the crowd cheering. You grab my head and gloat again only for me to suddenly open my eyes. As I do my left arm comes up and reaches for your face. I attempt to drag my nail across your face looking to scratch down your eyes hoping to temporarily blind you. Knowing if this works, I can get back in this fight!

Lady_Darcy: As I bend down and taunt you, I am shocked when you suddenly come to life... "Huh?!..." I grunt, but before I can react you rake your hand across my eyes... ARRRGGGH!!... I squeal, backing away from you, my hands coming up to my face as I turn and stumble away into the middle of the ring...

Heather_Hardin: Just as you bend to taunt, I come alive and rake my nails across your face. " Suprise bitch!" I hiss as you squeal and back away from me holding your face. I scramble to my feet seeing you middle of the ring. " FUCKING BITCH!" I roar like a banshee as I rush forward full speed looking to try and spear your 170lbs to the canvas.

Lady_Darcy: Unable to see I stumble blindly around the middle of the ring; I can hear the crowd getting noisy and excited... I can hear a pounding on the canvas... what's happening I wonder... URRRGGGHHH!!... I let out a huge grunt as your shoulder slams hard into my thick, fleshy, belly as you spear into... I take off and fly through the air, crashing down hard on my back on the canvas, my arms and legs spreadeagled as I lay there, my tits and belly wobbling and shaking with the aftershock... Urrr... I let out a plaintive groan of pain as I lay on my back...

Heather_Hardin: With you blinded and stomping around the middle of the ring that's when I take my cue. I rush forward and come at you with a spear. My shoulder hits that thick fleshy belly and we both go sailing until you collide back first on the canvas. My adrenaline surging high even as I can feel the tiredness due to this match, I take a couple of deep breath before pulling to myself to my knees. With you laid out on your back I try to straddle your fat belly and snarl glaring down at you. "Fucking choke me bitch!" I snarl as I fire left and right hooks to your chest before firing a right hook aimed for your jaw. Though each of these shots have more speed to them than power.

Lady_Darcy: As I lay on my back, I can sense you looming above me, you may only be on your knees, but I am on my back... UGH!!... a fist smacks into my tits... I pull my arms up off the canvas to try and get them over me in a defense... UFF!!... another punch in the tits... I start to roll to my side... UFF!!... a fist comes through my defense and clips my jaw... I roll onto my belly and start to get ono my hands and knees to crawl away...

Heather_Hardin: "Running scared you big titted fuck!" I snarl almost in a blood rage as you turn to the side. All three of my strikes unanswered as you try to crawl away after shoving me off from you back on to my knees. "LOOK AT YOUR FUCKING HERO! ON HER FUCKING HANDS AND KNEES LIKE THE WHORE SHE IS!" I hiss at the crowd as I push to my feet. Getting to your side I go to land a football style punt right to your fat gut hoping to send you back to your back.

Lady_Darcy: As I crawl away you start to taunt me and then get to your feet... I can sense you are following me, and then... URRRGHHH!!... I grunt loudly as you fire a big kick into my fleshy belly, sending me rolling over onto my back, my arms clasped around my belly... I'm in trouble and I need to get away... I keep rolling over and over again, under the bottom rope and falling down to the floor outside the ring...

Heather_Hardin: As you crawl, I walk towards you like a predator after prey. I finally send my kick and you grunt going to your back holding your belly. You then roll again and again until you're out of the ring. Following after you I see you roll out and smile. " Come on bitch get up!" I hiss almost trying to will you to get up as I step back. I step back again and again until my back hit rope. I wait until I see you trying to climb up before bouncing off the ropes to the other side where you are. My goal is to do a dive through the middle rope and slam you into the barricade.

Lady_Darcy: I roll under the bottom rope and tumble down to the floor, landing on my feet, although my legs buckle under me and I end up sitting on my fat ass, my arms clasped around my belly. My head drops for a moment or two as I review the situation, then I put my hands down on the floor and start to push myself up to my feet. I wonder why the crowd are all yelling at me and pointing, I'm also wondering where you have got to. I make it up onto my feet, I'm a little wobbly on my legs, but hey at least I'm on my feet. I finally start to take notice of the crowd, looking around to where they are pointing... "HOLY SHIT!!" I cry as I see you diving like Supergirl through between the ropes straight towards me.... "NO!.... NO!!..." I yell as I start rapidly back pedalling away from the ring towards the guardrails to the crowd... in some form of self defense I raise my arms up, as though I was going to catch you as you fall down on top of me... UFFFFFF!!... I grunt as you thump into me and we both go hurtling backwards into the guardrails, smashing through them and into the crowd seated behind them, knocking them out of their chairs, sending glasses of beer crashing to the floor... the crowd quickly move away from us, leaving us laying in the debris, me on my back, tits and belly moaning plaintively... Urrrr... and you laying on top of me...

Heather_Hardin: As you roll and tumble to the floor, I wait for the opportunity to arise. And as soon as you do start to rise that's when I go for my big risk move. As I pound towards you leaping at the last second, I see you turn to face me a look of shock and surprise as I come sailing towards you. You try to catch me, but I am coming with too much speed. My hands stretched out as I collide into you slamming you into the barricade! Pints of beer splash all over us as you land hard on the ground into crowd with me on top of you. I groan out as I roll over off of you taking deep breaths of air knowing I have you down for a bit as I go to sit up. Seeing a fan with a pint close by I reach up snatching her glass and downing it. " I'll owe you a new one" I smirk holding the pint in my hand slowly pulling to my feet after a bit.

Lady_Darcy: Urrr... urr... I moan and moan as I lay in the debris, I'm in big trouble, I kick a leg in an effort to try and make a move from where I am... my belly hurts badly, my back hurts, my tits hurt... there isn't a part of me that doesn't hurt... but fortunately for me you seem to have knocked the stuffing out of yourself as well as me, you roll off of me and start jawing with a woman in the crowd... Urrr... urrr... I moan in pain as I put a hand down and start to push myself up off my back to a sitting position, I look over and see you chugging a glass of beer... sheesh I think, you're taking time out for a refreshment break!... I look to my side, there's a beer bottle lying there, no idea if it is full or not... but it doesn't matter to me, I'm not going to drink from it, no, as I pick it up my intention is to smash it against your head as you sit next to me...

Heather_Hardin: Having just knocked down and winded myself in the process I need a drink! After stealing one woman's pint and chugging it down I saw you start to stir around. That glass pint in my hand I already know what I am going to do with it! However, as I see you sit back up you have a bottle in your hand looking to smash me with it. However, it's too late for me to block as I am coming down with the pint in my hand opposite of yours looking to smash the glass against the side of your head too.

Lady_Darcy: As I smash the beer bottle across your head you smash the beer glass into my head... ARRGHH!!... I scream as the glass smashes and cuts me, blood starting to flow from my head, mixing with the sweat that is pouring heavily from my body and the dirt and debris that now covers my face and body after crashing down onto the floor... "YOU BITCH!!..." I squeal at you in response to being hit with the glass, despite the fact that I just hit you with a bottle... I take a deep breath and roll up to a kneeling position, clench my left fist and hurl it at the middle of your face... GRRR!!... growling angrily as I do it... despite being bloody, sweaty and in great pain, on my knees surrounded by debris... I am still gonna fight you every inch of the way...

Heather_Hardin: As I smash the glass across yours you smash the bottle across mine! "ARHHHHH FUCK!" I scream out as the bottle gashes my head and blood flows down my forehead mixing with the sweat. The crowd roaring seeing us both bloodied. " FUCKING SKANK!" I roar back as you come to a kneeling position as I do. You fire a left fist right into my face that send blood and spit flying. My head knocked to the side; however, I roar back firing a return punch with my right to your jaw wanting to take your head off.

Lady_Darcy: I slam my left into your face, blood and spit fly off as your head and body snaps to the side... I smile a wicked grin as I admire the effect of my punch... but I'm not grinning for too long as you rock back upright and slam your right into my jaw... ARRGGH!!... my head snaps to the side and my big body follows as I flop down onto my hands, my head drooping down... Urrr... I let out a moan... but then pull myself back up straight and hurl my own right fist at your jaw as payback... "BITCH!!.." I snarl at you...

Heather_Hardin: You have a wicked grin on your face when you strike, but that grin turns into a grimace of pain as my rock you with a right. Your head snaps to the side your big body following. That head drops down only for you to fire back with a right to my jaw. My head snaps to the side hard and my head droops down. I let out a moan before getting straight again. A howl of anger as I reach with my left to your head trying to grab a handful of hair. My right coming up with a big forearm towards your jaw. The crowd loving the action even more.

Lady_Darcy: I hurl my right at your jaw with venom snarling "BITCH..." as I throw the punch. It connects sending your head reeling to the side, it stays drooping down for a moment and you let out a moan of pain. Gleefully I grin at the outcome, but you're tough and my grin vanishes as you then straighten up. I let out a growl of annoyance... grrr... but it is then drowned out by your howl of anger as you grab my hair with your left hand and slam your right forearm into the side of my head... UGH!!... I grunt from the impact, my head wobbling slightly from the impact... and then, you hit me again... UGH!!... your grip on my hair meaning I cannot move my head to evade the blows... UGH!!... you hit me again... and... UGH!!... again. My mouth falls open and my eyes are starting to roll up, I've taken a hard beating in the fight, and now this pounding of my head may be the last straw. Desperately I need to make you stop, now it's my turn to rake the eyes, while your left is holding my hair and your right is pounding my head, your face has no defense and both of my hands are free to rake your eyes, and then if you release me and cover your face I can have a moment to recover and deliver a vicious headbutt into your head. It won't do my senses any good, but it won't do yours any good either...

The_Mangler: Yeahhhhhh there you go Darcy!!!

Heather_Hardin: When you connect with my head I groan as my head is down. It's when I see that look of glee go away as I lift my head up again I smile. That's when I grab your head and make you eat forearms. "HAD...ENOUGH....YOU....STUPID....CUNT!!!" I roar out in anger with every single forearm until I see your eyes starting to roll. I reach back again ready to strike when you bring your hands up and claw down my face! I scream in agony as I drop your hair only for you to headbutt me hard knocking me down to my back as I hold my head in pain.

Lady_Darcy: I was dazed and stunned before you started to pound forearms into my head, now I am on my way out cold, I can hear you taunting me... "HAD...ENOUGH....YOU....STUPID....CUNT!!!" The answer is yes unless I do something to get you off of me. I am desperate. I reach up and rake your eyes, clawing my fingers down your face. It works!!.. You scream and stop hitting me, pulling your hands back over your face. I am exhausted, sweating heavily, gasping for air, my eyes glassy and vacant, my mouth open as I kneel in front of you, swaying gently... it's been a tough fight, I've taken a lot of punishment... but I've given it back too... and if I want to be the winner, I need to give more, no matter what the price... I sway my thick body back, pulling my head back further and then... rapidly sway forward... hurling my forehead into yours... CRACCKKKK!!.... the sound of the brutal bone on bone impact echoes around the arena... You go flying backwards, down onto the floor, clasping your head in pain. For a moment I just hang there, the dazed look on my face suggesting I may be out cold, having knocked myself out with the headbutt, then I flop forward, my hands going down to the floor to catch me and leave down on my hands and knees, my head drooping down, my long brunette hair hanging down over my face. I let out a moan... urrr... then lift my head up and look at the crowd, a plaintive, desperate, begging, look on my face... "Help me up!..." I plead... looking at the crowd... "Someone help me get up!!..." I again plead... "I can't get up.... someone, please... HELP ME UP!!..." I wail...

Heather_Hardin: The crack from your headbutt echoes throughout the crowded arena as I land hard on my back holding my head in agony. The blow had enough force to rips skin as my blonde hair gets a nice shiny coat of red to it. I'm not out of it, but I ain't getting up quiet yet either. Groaning I can hear you pleading for anyone to help you up. Still, I am in no shape to do a thing. I roll to my side and then to my belly looking to push up. I get to about all fours trying desperately to stay up. My head pounding as blood trickles down my face. There is no begging or pleading though as I try to push up. My tired and hurt body needing to give just a little more. I have to win this fight! I have to prove I am just as tough as I say I am.

The_Mangler: I get up hearing Ladies cries... I get up and go to her. Bending over I place my hands on her shoulders gently lifting her up to her feet. Getting her stable and ready to continue... I point you at your opponent...."Go get her...."

Lady_Darcy: I am on my hands and knees, struggling, I am in such a bad state that I can't get up, I've been begging the crowd for help. I can see that you have rolled over onto your belly, shit, you're getting up onto all fours, oh my god you're a tough bitch. Suddenly someone grabs my shoulders, "Huh??.." I gasp, unsure what is happening. I'm being hauled up, my thick, curvy, limp frame is being hoisted up, I'm on my feet, someone is trying to stabilize me, I am wobbling on my legs like a drunk, swaying from side to side. My left hand goes up to my head, "Whoa, whoa,...." I mumble as I try to get my balance. I slowly realize that someone has helped me up, but I am badly dazed, my eyes glassy, I wonder where you are as I look around.

Lady_Darcy: Someone points me at you and yells "Go get her...." at me. I slowly turn around, swaying and wobbling and there you are on the floor on your hands and knees. I look over at you, a vicious sneer on my face and start to stumble towards you. It's obviously taking a lot of effort to get my big, tired, battered and bruised body over to you, but I drag myself to you. When I get to you, I make the effort to throw my thick, chubby, right leg over your back in order to sit on you like riding a pony, albeit a 170lbs rider on a little pony. I lean down over back and wrap my left arm around your throat, my big sweaty chest and belly pressed against your back, getting my right arm beside your head, and locked around my left wrist I lean backwards to pull your head up and apply pressure to your throat to strangle you! Despite my dazed and exhausted state I have a big, wicked, grin on my face. "It's over bitch!... You're done!!..." I snarl as I choke you.

Heather_Hardin: As I am slowly trying to get back to my feet, still on all fours I hear a commotion behind me. Shit! This isn't good. I am the foreigner here, the underdog, to them I am the heel. I try to push to my feet when I feel you drop your weight fully onto my back and send me tumbling to the ground again you then lean down and grab my throat in a modified choke/clutch combo. I feel you yank back as I scream in agony. My back on fire due to your weight, and the pull from the choke. One hand goes to your arm trying to pull free the other waves around trying to find anything I can. Finding nothing I reach back hoping I can find you face looking to try again and rake my nails down.

The_Mangler: COME ON DARCY!!!!!!!

Lord_Darcy: I have been watching the fight from the ring, but now I see my wife trying to choke out Heather and slide out of the ring so that I can check on Heather's condition... I kneel down on one knee up close to the two of them, looking into Heather's face to see if she is out or not...

Lady_Darcy: I pull back hard, locking my arm around your throat and choking you, you seem desperate, your hand comes up over top your head, feeling for my face... I pull my head back... "Oh no bitch!!... Fool me once... NOT THIS TIME!!..." I cry, making sure you can't reach my eyes... I look at my husband... "ASK HER!!... CHECK IF SHE'S OUT!!..." I snarl, both angrily and desperately.

Heather_Hardin: Pulled back harder I scream out in agony as my hand comes up and misses. I look to your fat husband and shake my head! "NO!!! FUCK YOU!!! AND FUCK YOUR FATASS COW OF A WIFE!" I scream refusing to give in even as my body is writhing in pain and agony.

Lady_Darcy: I snarl as you refer to me as a "FATASS COW OF A WIFE!"... and then respond, "It's your choice bitch, you can quit or I'll choke you out!..." and then I start to squeeze harder on your throat to choke you...

Heather_Hardin: This isn't good at all! Being choked out away from home in a foreign country with a bitch on my back. I got to get out of this somehow. Desperation growing, I try with both hands to try and move your hands up from throat. It's the only thing I got left as I try to move your hand as close as I can to my mouth hoping to try and bite down on your hand as soon as it gets close.

Lady_Darcy: Urggg... I groan as you now start to try and force my arm away from your throat... I grunt as I try to pull my arm more tightly onto your throat, not noticing what you are intending, then suddenly... ARRRGH!!... I scream in pain as you bite my hand... I release the choke hold and pull my hand away...

Heather_Hardin: I can hear you groan as I try to force your arm away from my throat. You pull more tightly as push it more upwards until finally I get that hand in position. Thank fuck you wanted this fight to be no holds barred or I would get disqualified for this. I sink my teeth in hard making you pull away and release the choke. I drop to my stomach again holding my throat before trying to roll away and get some freedom to recover.

Lady_Darcy: I pull back from you, clasping my right hand with my left hand, looking down at the blood seeping out of my hand where you sunk your teeth in... "BITCH!!..." I snarl... I can see you trying to roll away from me... YARRRGHH!!... I scream with anger as I lunge forward and stomp hard into your back with my right boot... repeating the stomp a second time...

Heather_Hardin: Just as I go to roll away, I feel you lunge forward and drive a stomp to my back not once, but twice! I scream in pain and arch my back trying to roll away again. I need some distance, or this match isn't gonna end like I want.

Lady_Darcy: I land my stomp in your back and you scream, I smile and stomp again, you scream again, but this time you start rolling away. I growl loudly... GRRR... and then snarl "Oh no you don't bitch!... You're not getting away!..." I look around and then a wicked grin crosses my face, I stumble back towards the ring apron, I've taken a beating and so my movement is laboured but I get up onto the ring apron and stagger towards the far corner.

Lady_Darcy: I turn around and look over to where you are struggling to get up to your feet, waiting for you to get halfway to your feet. I take a deep breath and run along the edge of the ring apron, my thick, curvy, body wobbling and shaking as I run, when I reach the end of the apron I jump off towards you... 170lbs of thick, curvy, tits and ass flying through the air... aiming to splash down on you, impacting hard and sending you crashing down onto the hard floor under me.

Heather_Hardin: Each stomp lands! Each stomp hurts! Until I finally roll away. Though you are on me until I get away. Finally as I lay trying to get some air I see you going to the apron and climbing that fat ass up. 'SHES FUCKING INSANE!' I think to myself ad you go to leap aiming to splash. My body hurts, but I got to do something! It takes everything I have to roll just enough that as you come soaring, I move with just enough distance to miss the splash! I roll to my back taking deep breaths of air realizing how lucky I was because if that would have landed, I would have been done for.

Lady_Darcy: I leap off the ring apron, my arms and legs spread out, my big body falling down towards you, a wicked grin on my face... but as I sail through the air I see you rolling away... "NO!...NO!..." I squeal as my grin turns to horror as you roll out of the way... SPLATTT!!... I hit the floor hard, tits, belly, and face impacting... Urrrrrrr... I groan loudly and roll over onto my back, one arm wrapped around my bruised tits, the other around my belly, my eyes have a glassy stare reflecting my state of concussion from my head hitting the floor... I moan pathetically from a mix of the pain and the state of senselessness...

Heather_Hardin: Narrowly missing getting splashed I am able to get my breath as you land hard your face hitting the ground and your roll to your back. This is my time to strike! I push to my knees and look to you trying to before turning to sit on my ass. My legs stretching out to go around your head trying to lock them into place with a figure four around your head.

Lady_Darcy: I stare up at the ceiling lights as I lay on my back, a swirling mess of brightness... urrr... I moan... my body racked with pain, my head pained, bruised, and whirling with dizziness... I can feel something around my head, a fleshy, sweaty, something, then... ARRRGHH!!... I scream as there is suddenly intense pressure on my head... "NOO!!... NO!!..." I squeal... I try to flail my arms and legs, trying to rock my big, thick, curvy body from side to side in an effort to free myself... "NO... NO..." I continue to squeal as I struggle helplessly to free myself...

Heather_Hardin: As you stare at the lights, I get both legs around your head. Piling on the pressure I growl as I look to you. "ASK HER! ASK YOUR FUCKING WIFE IF SHE QUITS LIKE A BITCH!" I snarl as I feel you try to pull my legs apart. I shake my head trying to keep you locked in. Reaching back, I try to drive my right elbow into your forehead to help keep the pressure.

The_Mangler: COME ON DARCY..... DIG DEEEEP

Lady_Darcy: Urrr... Urrr... I moan and struggle, laying on my back, your legs locked in a figure 4 around my head, I kick my arms and legs as best I can in my exhausted and totally stunned state... wiggling my thick, curvy, body from side to side, I bring my hands up and try to claw at your legs as I kick my own legs trying to get some momentum to free my head... but my movement is very laboured, the beating I've taken having a big effect now as I struggle to say conscious... Urrr... Urrr... I moan and groan... I can hear you screaming for me to quit, I can hear my fans screaming for me to DIG DEEP... but my struggling is just using up my last reserves of energy... the room is starting to dim... URRR!!... I moan very loudly as you drive your right elbow into my forehead... a final blow to knock me out... I won't quit, but I can feel myself becoming drowsy... my arms and legs are flailing and kicking less... my eyes rolling up...

The_Mangler: NO NO NO NO....DARCY DARCY....

Heather_Hardin: The moaning and the struggling my body is exhausted like yours. However, I have to keep fighting! I wanted this fight, and I wasn't leaving without taking the big bitch down! Again, I roar out trying to get your husband to come an check. "ASK HER! OR TELL ME THAT BITCH IS DONE!" I snarl as I strike with another Elbow to the forehead trying to put you to knock you out cold and be done with this match!

Lord_Darcy: After Heather got free from my wife's choke, I stepped away from the fight, keeping out of the way when my wife jumped off the ring apron, grimacing as I saw her hit the floor so hard. Now she's in a bad way, the American bitch has got her locked in that Figure 4 leglock and is now yelling for me to check her. I can hear the crowd calling for her to fight, I join them... "COME ON NICOLA!!.." I yell ... but I am doubting she has anything left. I have no choice but to follow Heather's demands and check on my wife. I drop down beside the two women and grab her left arm, lifting it up... "Come on honey, fight it!..." I implore as I let her arm go to see if it will drop...

Lady_Darcy: Barely still conscious I can hear my husband babbling at me, but I can't understand what he is saying... he lifts my arm up, but then it flops down... I can't work out what is happening... my eyes roll up and my thick, curvy., body goes limp as I lay there on the floor.

Lord_Darcy: My wife's arm flops down, I go to lift it again... but I can see her eyes rolling up... it's over, she's done... I quickly wave my hands over my wife... "SHE'OUT!!..." I yell, pointing at Heather... "BREAK!!.. BREAK!!..."

Heather_Hardin: I watch Lord Darcy make his way over and check your arm. It goes up then down. He does it twice then a third time. I am told to let you go and I do, shoving you off of me. " Tell your bitch if she wants a rematch she knows where to find me!" I snarl as I get up from the ground. Raising my hands in victory I heard the place explode in boos. Stealing another pint, I chug it and head towards the back ready to leave.

Published: 2023-06-19, viewed 74 times.