Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

Lady_Darcy: The crowd in the warehouse are buzzing tonight, knowing that tonight’s main event is a special grudge match. There is a loud roar as I strut out from backstage dressed in my blue high waist bikini and white boots. I pause for a moment and show off my curvy physique to the crowd…

Lady_Darcy: … before I swagger towards the ring, wiggling my thick, curvy, ass, occasionally stopping to pose with members of the crowd for selfies.

Lady_Darcy: When I get to the ring I again stop and pose for the crowd, before addressing them…

Lady_Darcy: “Now darlings, I know you are all pleased to see me here tonight…” The crowd cheers. “And I think you all know that I am here tonight to take care of some… business!” The crowd whoops in anticipation. “Ya see darlings… (I shake my head in disbelief)… I have been… insulted!” The crowd gasps. Again, I shake my head and snort dismissively, “I know, I know, darlings… it’s hard to believe isn’t it… but at a recent event at Lord & Lady Darcy’s Fight Club there was an audience member… (again I shake my head and a sneer crosses my face)… a TART called… THE GOVERNESS… who made a number of disparaging remarks about my figure!...” Again, I pose for the crowd…

Lady_Darcy: “Darlings, do you see anything wrong with my figure?...” The crowd cheers. “And she then started shouting abuse, and making faces and what not, at me while I was doing my job as announcer and referee…” The crowd goes oooh. “Now normally I am an easy-going woman, but ya know… this loud mouthed SLAG… really got up my nose… (I sigh and shake my head)… so darlings I decided that I want… satisfaction…” The crowd goes huh? I look at them for a moment and then continue, “Either this… Governess… comes out here and… apologizes… to me, or… we settle this in the ring… NO HOLDS BARRED… and I whup her ass until either… she apologizes… or she can’t get up and has to be carried out of the ring!!” The crowd let’s out an extra-large cheer. I smile at them and then climb the ring steps and duck into the ring between the middle and top ropes, making my way to the far corner.

Lady_Darcy: “Okay darlings, let’s see if this slag… The Governess… has got the guts to come out here and face me!!”

The_Governess: I've retreated to my dressing room, and as I'm sat there smoking a cigarette, I cannot help but laugh as I hear the bloated claims from the fat bloated has-been who seems to rule the roost here. And stick my fingers down my throat in an attempt show just how sick she makes me feel. And the crowd? The fucking crowd? Eating out of the palm of her hand, like the desperate perverts they are. I know that she's a big fish in a dirty fetid pond. I recline and enjoy a foot massage from one of my flunkeys. and let her stew in the ring. Those ring lights mixed with her nervous aggression making her sweat like the pig that she is. And, I'm a slag? Who got up her nose? Well, when I've stomped her into the dirty canvas, she'll know who the slag is. And the only thing getting up her nose will be the stink of my ass, when it's sat on her dumb, fucking, face. And fuck her fans, I'm here to take her crown, her pride and her very soul.

The_Governess: God! If there ever was a case of turkeys voting for Christmas, then here it is. And I'll baste you like a turkey, Darcy. You're finished, darling, over the hill, yesterday’s news. So, move your fat arse over and give it up, darling. And I hope this ring is reinforced. You're like a heavy bag with a pulse, sweetheart. You cannot beat me. I slide a hand in my knickers and tease my gash, slowly, sensually, entering into a yogic calm. And then with my eyes fluttering I bark out. "Choose me an outfit, and let's go to work"

Lady_Darcy: Waiting in the ring I begin to get frustrated and annoyed, I march out to the ropes and lean out, yelling to backstage…

Lady_Darcy: "Come on slag... get your arse out here... so I can whup it!" I scream. Then I move over to the corner turnbuckles and climb up to the middle turnbuckle and start to clap my hands above my head, leading the crowd in chants of... SLAG!... SLAG!... SLAG!...

Tammy_Fay: I'm sitting here and take another sip of my 5th beer and join in the chanting of the crowd as I get carried away in this mesmic moment. And with slurred words "Slag, slag stagg slag......slaggggg stugggg…”

Sally_Fay: Coming into the arena. Find my sugar cake slumped in her seat passed out, snoring loudly, 10 beer cans tossed around. Now I’m fuckin angry as I gotta watch these wrasslin clowns fight with no beer!

The_Governess: The cacophony of noise is deafening, and just when I think that I couldn't hate a group of people anymore, the chants of the assembled rabble stirs me into rising from my seat, now stark naked as I pace the changing room. My loose curls tied back in a tight bun, my milky white skin, prickling with goosebumps. My tattoos providing a suitable air of menace. I turn to a friend " So, they want a slag? They'll get a slag" I snap my fingers and point "Pass me that" I'm handed a black, Bluebella, body, which I slide into, emitting a gentle purr as the thong glides between my ass cheeks. I adjust and give a little wriggle of my hips. 

The_Governess: Then I lace myself into a pair of wrestling boots, gleaming black which come to just below the knee, my nails painted a fiery crimson red to match my lips. And now your suitably irate I make my fashionably late entrance to the ring. The first thing is the assault of my senses, the stale, fetid air, the waft of alcohol. Then the grimaces of the scowling faces. I slink like a panther, ass rippling, hips swinging, both arms raised, flipping the middle finger "FUCK YOU SCUMBAGS" It has the desired effect as there's an explosion of rage. On reaching the ring I leap on the apron, both hands on the top rope, and don't even acknowledge your presence. Then I slip between the ropes, allowing them to grind against my crotch, straddling, twerking my butt cheeks, then I glide to my corner, arms draped, leaning back on the corner post. My eyes finally meeting yours. "Whoever stitched that outfit together better know their job, you, gross, fat, slut" I smirk turn, bend and slap my ass cheeks "Gonna be kissing this later, Darcy" I feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, my breasts rising and falling with each breath, the first signs of excited perspiration appearing on my brow. I make my way, slowly to the centre of the ring, my eyes burning into you with a look of hatred, contempt, and evil intent.

Lady_Darcy: You make your way along the aisle way to the ring, through a tunnel of jeers and insults from the crowd, flipping them off, giving them the finger. You get to the ring and climb in, making sure that your body gets a good showing off to the crowd. Once in the ring you start to taunt me... "Whoever stitched that outfit together better know their job, you, gross, fat, slut"... I snort derisively and point at you...

Lady_Darcy: "Look slag, you were in a lotta trouble before... don't make it worse" I sneer... at which point you turn and show me your ass... "Gonna be kissing this later, Darcy" you gloat as you slap your butt cheeks... I shake my head... "Ain't no way slut!" I snarl... then you may your way to the middle of the ring, a look of defiance, hatred, and contempt on your face... I wait until you are in the middle of the ring and then slowly make my way to the centre, laughing and looking at the crowd as I swagger up to you... I point my finger in your face... "Look SLAG!... You are gonna either apologize or get the beating of your life tonight... WHAT'S IT GONNA BE!!..." I squeal at you!

The_Governess: You slowly lumber towards me, like a jelly poured from its mould, seething with rage. At this point I know I'm pushing all the right buttons. You have around 30lbs in weight on me, but this will work in my favour. And I can barely contain my laughter as you begin to wail like a banshee, your finger in front of my face. I slap it away with a swipe of my right hand and decide to make a few things clear " I apologise to nobody, Darcy, ever" Taking the index finger of my right hand and pushing it into the point of your chin. "Now, shut the fuck up, darling, and enough of the barking, it's time to bite" I punctuate my sentence by delivering an open palmed slap across your right cheek, then step back and go into a slight crouch, dipping at the waist, hands on my knees.

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Who to cheer for, the Slut Darcy or the Slag Governess?

Lady_Darcy: You respond with defiance " I apologise to nobody, Darcy, ever" then you poke me on the chin and taunt me with "Now, shut the fuck up, darling, and enough of the barking, it's time to bite" and slap me across the face... Splat!... my head turns to the side, but my thick body remains rooted on its feet... I turn my head back and gently caress my cheek with my hand and you crouch... "You stupid, dumb-ass.... SLAG!" I snarl... and then launch myself forward with a forearm smash at your face... 

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Mmmm heating up nicely!

The_Governess: You have all the grace of a dying elephant as you hurl yourself towards me. The ring shuddering as your boots slam down. And I'm easily able to slip underneath your forearm, looking back over my shoulder as you continue towards the ropes. I smile and "I'm over here, you dirty, fat bitch" I know that to stand a chance against you I have to tire you out, rely on my stamina. And as you lurch towards the ropes I work the crowd "You're gonna see your champion take a beating folks" I then turn to face you, and spring forward, hoping to deliver a forearm smash of my own as you turn from the ropes, hoping to crash across your breasts.

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Mash them huge tits ya Slag! A battle of whales, eh? Waves at Tammy Fay.

Sally_Fay: Nudges Tammy Fay....someone waving at you sugar.

Tammy_Fay: *Waves back at Suki* before passing out again.

Sally_Fay: Only wish there could be two losers....."KNOCK YOURSELVES OUT!"

Lady_Darcy: I launch my 170lbs forward, a devastating opening blow, but you duck under the forearm and my momentum carries me on past you as you duck under my arm... Grrrr... I growl angrily as I spin around... only to be meet by your forearm smash, smacking into my 38DD breasts, squashing them in my top... 

 ... Ufff... I grunt as you smack into me, falling forward for a moment... then I make a grab for your body... 

 ... one arm going over your shoulder, the other grabbing your leg... looking to go for a Fisherman suplex...

The_Governess: The splat of forearm on breasts echoes, and the startled grunt from your mouth is almost sexual. At which point I make the mistake of admiring my handywork. "Awwww, did that hurt, Darcy" But you quickly envelop me, your forearm across my shoulder, and other arm hitching my thigh into the air. Your musk fills my nostrils as we are clamped together, a moment of panic as you deliver a display of your power, my boot hoisted from the canvas "NO..NO...NO...DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE, DARCY" My hands, furiously slapping across your back "FUCKING PUT ME DOWN, DARCY" I get a grip of the waistband at the rear of your briefs, and pull hard, delivering a wedgie. "PUT ME DOWN, YOU DIRTY FAT, BITCH"

Lady_Darcy: Your forearm smash may have struck home on my breasts, stinging them and maybe even bruising them a little, but your success left you open to my grabbing hold of you... and as I get a grip you suddenly realize your predicament... I start to lift you up and you start to squeal... "NO..NO...NO...DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE, DARCY"... I just chuckle... you start slapping my back, grabbing at the waistband of my high waist bikini bottoms... "PUT ME DOWN, YOU DIRTY FAT, BITCH" you angrily bleat... I laugh and quickly reply... "CERTAINLY SLAG!!..." as I use my powerful, thick, body to heave you up and over me... sending you flying towards the centre of the ring for a crash landing on your back...

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Oh, I bet that hurt!

The_Governess: You hoist me into the air with ease, the panic begins as you display your power. The crowd hushed in a deathly silence. My arms and legs flailing, and then the arena spins as I'm hurled through the air like a piece of garbage. My body crunching to the canvas and my body going into an immediate writhing series of rolls. Both my hands clamped to the base of my spine; my legs numb from the impact. I suck in deep, lung busting breaths to replace the wind which has poured from my mouth. I slowly clamber to all fours, my body trembling. Trying to regain my senses, I begin to crawl to the ropes, my milky white ass on full display, my aim is to reach the sanctuary of the bottom rope, my hand stretched out, fingers inches away. And all the while I know you're behind me.

Lady_Darcy: Up and over you go, tossed into the air like a rag doll thrown by a petulant little girl... but I am not so little... and you crash down onto the canvas with a loud THUD... I roll to my side, gasping a little for air already, my big chest heaving a little... as I get to my feet I look around and see you have rolled up onto all fours... I raise an eyebrow and snort, I am surprised, I had expected you to be down and writhing... you're tougher than I thought, you're crawling towards the ropes... I smirk deliciously... and quickly stride across the ring to follow you... and give you a helping hand... I grab at your hair to drag you up and onto the middle rope, aiming to get your throat over the rope and then... get my thick, curvy, 170lbs body mounted on your back, grasping the ropes... and choke the life out of you...  "What da ya say slag?!!... Wanna apologize??!!..." I snarl...

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Oh, yea nice move!

The_Governess: You grip my hair, my scalp pulled tight and my face turning into a grotesque grimace. The scream from my mouth is almost unearthly. "EEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKSHHHHHHHHH" But then you drive my throat across the rope, the burn, the hiss of saliva and the low squeal as you close my airway. My feet stamping like a petulant child. The fire in my scalp forcing my eyes to well with tears. And I'm forced to look at the faces of your fans. You push yourself against me and I'm pinned, squished, face turning crimson as my lungs begin to burn with the lack of oxygen. Your thick, warm flesh, compressing me further and further, your crotch thrust into my ass cheeks. My body now trembling as my eyes begin to flutter. I try to drive back, but you're too big to move. I decide my only hope of escape is to drive the heel of my boot down on the bridge of your foot.

Lady_Darcy: GOT YA!... I think to myself, your throat trapped on the middle rope, my thick body squashing your windpipe down onto the rope... you kick your legs and try to move my well-built 170lbs, but to no avail, your body shakes and trembles, your face is going a bright crimson... "Come on bitch spit out the words!..." I snarl... "Just say you're sorry!..." and then... ARGH... you get the heel of your boot to stamp on the foot I have on the canvas... I lose my balance for a moment and start to slide off of you… SHIT!... I splutter out and decide to go with the momentum... sliding off of your back and onto my feet I reach for the middle rope to use it to slingshot you back into the ring, so that I can spin around and attempt to stomp on you as you try to get up...

The_Governess: A brief respite, my lungs suddenly filling with precious oxygen, my hair now strung across my face in matted strands. And then you catapult my body like a ragdoll. Again, I roll across the canvas, your shadow looming as you lumber towards me. I see your boot, ready to piston down. "NO... NO... DARCY.... NOOOOOOOOO" I howl out in terror, but manage to roll out, reaching the ropes, I haul myself up, before crashing back down in exhaustion. I then try again, hands gripping the ropes like my life depends upon it. And as I rise I find myself on unsteady legs. The imprint of the rope burned across my throat. I stagger forward, arms outstretched, then lunge forward, aiming to rake my nails across your eyes.

Sally_Fay: GO FOR IT!!! DOUBLE KNOCKOUTS!!!TWO BITCHES FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!

Lady_Darcy: I flip you back off the ropes, sending you rolling across the ring and quickly follow after you, and when I get to you lifting my my thick right leg up in the air, bent at the knee and sending my right boot stomping down at you... ARGH!... I squeal as you roll out of the way and my boot smacks into the canvas with a thud... stunned for a moment from the missed move when I look around you have got to your feet, your legs look wobbly but your face shows your anger and you charge towards me your arms outstretched, your hands aiming for my face... I counter charge at you, ducking my head down at the last moment and hurling my right fist up towards your face with an overarm right hook...

The_Governess: It's a desperate move on my behalf, and I'm oblivious to your overhand right, until it connects with the force of a steam hammer. The first I'm aware is when I'm stopped in my tracks, a shudder running through my body turning my legs to jelly, a blinding white flash, and a searing, ringing in my ears. My eyes roll back in my head, and I totter backwards to flop into the ropes, both arms draped over the top. I give shakes of my head, seeing double of you, as if one wasn't bad enough. I let out a series of grunts and feel a warm trickle of blood spill from my nose to pool on my top lip. And then I begin to slump, only my arms holding me up.

Sally_Fay: Oh no. I nudge Tammy Fay with my elbow "Wake up sugar, looks like Bailey might be done!"

Lady_Darcy: CRACK!!... my overarm right smacks into your face sending your head violently snapping backwards... you stagger backwards, your body limp, your head lolling from side to side, until you fall into the ropes... your arms flopping over the top rope, you hang there on the rope, groaning and grunting, your head lolling and then you start to slide down the ropes.... I look around at the crowd with a cocky grin on my face... I start to parade around the ring... 

 ... and cry out... "THIS WAS EASIER THAN I THOUGHT... I THOUGHT THE SLAG HAD SOME FIGHT IN HER!!..." I gloat... then I swagger over to where you are sitting slumped against the ropes and grab your hair with my left hand to pull your head up, raising my right fist up in the air ready to slam it down into your forehead for the coup de gras...

The_Governess: A long trail of drool, hanging from my mouth. You go on a victory lap and my head is ringing. And again, you grip my hair, scalp burning, face contorted, forced to look at you with my eyes, comically crossed, concussed. I mutter "N..N...N... NO.. P...P...P.PLEASE..... NO...... DARCY.... PLEASE" A pathetic, submissive attempt for mercy. But then I spit, straight in your face. My pride having taken a serious dent. My hair feeling like it's being ripped from my head. My whole body, bathed in sweat. I hated you before this and now I hate you even more!

Lady_Darcy: Having made my "victory" lap around the ring I come back to you, arrogantly I strut up to you, I grab your hair and pull your head up so I can see your face... you're a mess, glassy eyed, bleeding, and you beg... "N..N...N...NO..P...P...P.PLEASE.....NO......DARCY....PLEASE"... I snort dismissively... "No way bitch!..." I snarl back at you... and then, knowing that I won't show mercy... you spit in my face... a mix of blood and saliva... the look on my face turns from gloating victory to one of vicious meanness... "YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLAG!!..." I snarl and brutally ram my fist down towards your forehead, leaning my thick 170lbs behind it...

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Fight fair Darcy!

The_Governess: You crunch your fist into my head and the force sends a violent shudder through my whole body, a spasm of muscle twitches as my equilibrium is shattered. I let out a pained, sigh, animalistic as you goad me. And then my body crumples to the canvas in a heap, my face planted into the dirt and grime, my fat ass in the air, my eyes showing only the whites. Then my body goes into a series of involuntary, jerking, spasms. Saliva pouring from between my lips. A hideous swelling appearing on my forehead as I begin to gurgle and splutter.

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Shake it off slag, get up!

Sally_Fay: Noooooooooo... let her up Darcy!!!!!

Oh_Elle_No: Show no mercy Darcy!

Sally_Fay: SHUT IT ELLE!

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Quiet Elle you wanker.

Lady_Darcy: My fistdrop into your head finishes you off, sending you down in a heap onto the canvas... blood and saliva streaming from your mouth, your body jerking and spasming... I look down at you with contempt and sneer at you... "Irish slag!... You should just have said you was sorry..." Then I turn to the crowd and punch my fist in the air showing off my victory... 

Lady_Darcy: Points at Suki, Sally, and Elle... "This better be a warning to you all to be careful what you say to me!!..."

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: Piffle you overweight wanker.

Sally_Fay: You sayin not to use the word COW?

Oh_Elle_No: Oh, you looking to lose to me again LD?

Published: 2024-01-24, viewed 69 times.