Universal Wrestling Federation

Announcer: “Welcome to this Universal Wrestling Federation Main Event… Introducing first, hailing from London, England, standing 5’7” and weighing in at 240lbs, accompanied to the ring by his manager, Lady Darcy, here is… LORRRDDD…. DARCCCYYYY!!!!...”

Lord_Darcy: I strut out from backstage dressed in my black trunks, black and red boots, and black and red mask. I pull a bicep pose for the crowd, showing off my corpulent physique, my big belly and bulbous chest, but also my powerful arm and thigh muscles. I start to swagger down the aisle towards the ring, ignoring the jeers of the crowd as I pass, occasionally sneering at fans displaying a Sweet Jamaica T-shirt or placard.

Lady_Darcy: I follow my husband out into the arena, dressed in my red high-waits bikini that is tightly filled out by my voluptuous figure, 38DD breasts, and thick, curvy, ass and thighs. I also swagger down the aisle, a couple of steps behind my husband, until we get to the ring when I quicken my pace and scoot ahead of him, jumping up onto the ring apron. I grab hold of the ropes, making sure that the crowd can get a good view of my voluptuous physique…

Lady_Darcy: … I then sit on the middle rope and push up the top rope for my husband to enter the ring.

Lord_Darcy: When I reach the ring, I pause and wait a moment for my wife to hop up onto the apron and hold open the ropes for me, then I climb up onto the apron and duck through the ropes. I then turn and plant my fat ass on the middle rope and push up the top rope in order for my wife to climb into the ring. Once she is in the ring, I make my way to the far corner of the ring and lean back against the turnbuckles as I wait for my wife to have her say about my opponent.

Lady_Darcy: After my husband helps me into the ring I go over to the referee and demand that they hand me a microphone, which they, only reluctantly, do. I turn towards the backstage area and raise the microphone to my mouth and start speaking in a shrill voice.

Lady_Darcy: “Okay darlings… The Darcy’s are here tonight to deal with a… problem… a problem that is getting worse, and worse… someone who has been wreaking havoc in UWF!... She pretends to be… Oh So Nice… Little Miss Sweetness and Light… Little Miss Sugar and Spice… (I shake my head dismissively)… you all know who I mean… That… CARIBBEAN CUTIE… SWEET JAMAICA!!!” Again, I shake my head dismissively and sigh loudly. “It’s all… AN ACT… JAMAICA, honey, you don’t fool us… you’re one of the sneakiest, meanest and dirtiest, wrestlers in the company!... And tonight… JAMAICA… SWEETIE… IT STOPS… tonight, YOU’RE GOING DOWN!” I turn and hand the microphone back to the referee and then walk over to my husband’s corner and speak to him before climbing out of the ring and down to the floor.

Announcer: “And now… please welcome his opponent, all the way from Kingston Jamaica, 5'7 and just 140lbs this cute, fit, sexy babe....SSWWEEETTTT JJAAAMMMIIICCCAAAAAA"

Sweet_Jamaica: I rip through the curtains and run down the aisle...Hi5's all round....full of energy, a big smile, my long, black, curly hair bouncing....Spring onto the apron and pose for my fans...whistles and cheers fill the arena....I display my shy smile and then grab the top rope and vault into the ring...landing softly on my bare feet and head for the referee to shake her hand

Sweet_Jamaica: A little wave to my opponent, and a smile, before I get to my corner and adjust my pink costume and get ready for the usual preliminaries

Lord_Darcy: I sniff and snort as I see you waving at me... who do you think you are kidding... the referee signals for us to come to the middle of the ring and I push out of my corner. Adjusting the waistband of my trunks as I walk the centre, pulling it up around my big gut. In the middle of the ring the referee is waiting...

Lord_Darcy: I look over at you and point, saying to the referee, "Search her ref!... She is bound to have something hidden in that costume!... She's hiding something for sure!" I complain. The referee looks at me and wags her finger, telling me that she makes the rules not me. I snort angrily and wait for you to come to the centre of the ring.

Sweet_Jamaica: Walking slowly and purposefully to the centre...my sweet smile lighting up my face as I watch you...eye to eye contact....looking so innocent as I raise my arms and offer my cute body to the referee for a search..."Put your arms down" she growls at me...as I do I place a finger on your big chest..."My! aren't you a big boy" I whisper loudly as I let my finger slide south over your big belly, still keeping eye contact, but can't help hearing a snigger from the referee

Lord_Darcy: I shake my head dismissively as you run your finger over my body... "I ain't falling for that sweetie... trying to disarm me with your ways..." I raise my hands and arms and give your shoulders a shove to push you backwards...

Sweet_Jamaica: The referee turns on you in a flash and lays into you...I step back, still smiling at you...she stops and turns to me and my face goes from smile to sadness in an instant, really working on the 'innocent girl being attacked before the bell' scenario and then wait for her to finish her talk before returning to my corner

Lord_Darcy: The referee takes your side and gives me a mouthful about waiting for the bell... As the ref gets in my face I can see you over her shoulder, smirking and enjoying that your little act has worked so well, provoking me and making the ref think that you're an angel... After the ref finishes her lecture you turn and walk to your corner... I am so tempted to deliver a double axe handle into your back as you turn away from me... but I resist the temptation, knowing that it is just what you want... instead I too turn and walk back to my corner to await the bell...

Sweet_Jamaica: On the way back to my corner, I can see your wife at the side of the ring giving me a really evil look, I smile and blow her a kiss. I'm feeling an added threat from her, and I have a plan in place to deal with it. Looking over to the entrance curtains I nod and my tag partner, who is my brother, bursts through and struts to the ring 175lbs of solid black muscle...stands by my corner posts and gives your wife and evil stare as a warning. He looks very menacing in his wrestling gear, and it eases my mind....I turn and face you and wait for the bell.

Lady_Darcy: I look surprised as this guy comes out to stand in your corner, I eye him up and down and then smile, calling up to my husband... "Don't worry sweetie... I can handle him!" I confidently yell...

Lord_Darcy: I hear my wife’s call and nod knowingly... The bell rings... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!... and I move quickly out of my corner, skipping sideways along the ring ropes my arms up ready to lock-up with you... my big belly bouncing up and down as I skip...

Sweet_Jamaica: Watching you carefully as I ease slowly from my post and move in the opposite direction to you...raising my arms as we get closer, ready to lock up my little frame with your huge one...the at the last moment I twist and send a violent right foot kick at your left leg

Lord_Darcy: You move out of your corner, your arms up ready to engage, mirroring my movements... you start to move in and I move forward to lock-up when... you rapidly twist at the last moment, spinning a kick into my thick thigh... Arrrgh... I grunt as your kick slaps into my thigh causing it to wobble slightly... but I am big and my legs are solid, one kick is not going to take me down... "Why you little..." I snarl angrily and retaliate, throwing a right forearm smash towards your jaw...

Sweet_Jamaica: I'm small and fast, after the kick I'm already retreating and you forearm hits fresh air...I bounce once on my toes, jump and my bent legs piston out at your chest with lightning speed trying to drop kick your big pecs

Lord_Darcy: Grrrrr... I growl loudly in anger as you scoot out of the way of my big forearm smash, stumbling to my side, then, as I straighten up you jump into a standing drop kick... Ufffff... your bare feet slap into my bulbous pecs knocking me stumbling backwards, my arms flailing at my sides, my pecs wobbling, my belly bouncing, until my back hits the ropes and stops me going backwards... I let out a snort of seething anger and push myself off the ropes, skipping around you as you get up after the drop kick... I drop my left shoulder and charge in towards you, aiming my shoulder for your belly...

Sweet_Jamaica: Hitting the floor, I keep moving and use my athleticism to roll over and spring to my feet....I start to ease back as I see you coming, shoulder down and let you hit me...I am already going back so it's not that bad...just a hard jolt....you drive me back to the ropes with ease...but your back is exposed and I join my hands, lift my arms and bring them down hard between your shoulder blades with an axe handle chop......as I hit you the ref is already calling for a rtope break and pushing her body between us

Lord_Darcy: My shoulders slaps into your taut belly and you're unable to resist the impact of my hefty 240lbs body, driving you backwards into the ropes... I grab the middle rope with my hands, getting ready to pull back and repeatedly ram my shoulder into your belly when you slam a double axe handle down into the middle of my back... Ufff... I grunt but you're not going to be able to easily beat me off, you're 100lbs lighter than me and don't have the same heft behind your striking blows... but what you do have is... the referee... who is quickly forcing her way in, pushing me back and calling for a break... Grrrr... I growl angrily as I release the ropes and back up a couple of steps as the referee plants her hands on my pecs and pushes me back...

Lady_Darcy: I slap the edge of the apron angrily with both hands... "Hey ref!... What about the 5 count?!... 5 count!" I squeal

Supergirl_Elle: Refs suck! Booooo

Sweet_Jamaica: As the referee pushes between us ...sort of side on so she can't see your right hand I take a little opportunity and as we come apart to grab my belly and fall to the floor with a loud yell of pain...fooling the referee into thinking you punched me...I hear her really verbally attack you and even threaten you with disqualification......Slowly I sit up and smile as I am behind her, then get to my feet...she is still in your face and I leap frog her and drive a bare foot into your head

Lord_Darcy: As the referee pushes me back you collapse down to the floor, clutching your belly... "What???..." I snort in a confused manner, but the referee immediately starts lecturing me about breaking cleanly... I can hear some of the crowd expressing the opinion that the referee sucks, I agree, clearly taken in by your tactics... I protest to the referee... "I never touched her... I broke cleanly!" but before the referee can reply you come flying over top of the referee sending a bare foot kick into my head... knocking me sideways, stumbling, doubled over, holding my head in my hands...

Sweet_Jamaica: My turn to take the wrath of the ref, but she is ticking me off with a smile and I take the opportunity to push past and attack you again...keeping my distance and using my bare foot to slap against your skin...hitting the side of your left leg harder than before twice and the a final one up into your throat as you are doubled over

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: Keep an eye on tubby, the female Darcy

Lord_Darcy: As I stumble away I can hear the ref giving you a ticking off, not a very long one it would seem because you are almost immediately back onto me... kicking my thigh again... Arrgh... this time it hurts more, I straighten up and grab my thigh with my hands only to take a follow up kick into the throat... my head jolts backwards... and my big body follows as I stumble back towards the ropes again, my arms flailing at my sides and then flopping over top of the top rope when my back hits the ropes...

Supergirl_Elle: Cringes. Oh my.

Lady_Darcy: I look around and then point to SJ's corner... "What about muscle boy over there?... Who's gonna keep an eye on him??!!"

Sweet_Jamaica: With you hard against the ropes I lean back and slam my foot into your throat and hold it there really burying my toes into your windpipe...the ref is onto me fast so I have to release but treat you to a stiff heel into your belly as I walk away

Jamaica_Kid: If you gotta problem with me, I'd be happy to discuss it

Lord_Darcy: As I hang on the ropes you kick your foot up into my throat... Urrgg... urgggg... I gasp and grunt as you choke me... my legs kicking and stomping on the canvas, my hands and arms come off the ropes and grab your ankle to mitigate the choke... and, finally, the referee orders you to break the choke... but as you step away you swing your leg back and deliver a heel shot into my gut... Ufff... I gasp and one arms wraps around my belly while I drop down onto one knee, my other hand holding the middle rope for support...

Lady_Darcy: "Yeah, any time big boy!... Any time!"

Sweet_Jamaica: once I see you on a knee, I'm off...fast...my feet skimming across the canvas covered floor...I bounce off the ropes and come at you from behind.... loads of momentum...and drive my right knee into the side of your head

Jamaica_Kid: I'm on the apron and standing at an adjacent corner looking along the ring "I'm here my Lady" I mock

Lord_Darcy: Down on one knee I hear the patter, patter, as your feet dance across the canvas, the creaking of the ropes as you bounce off them and then pat, pat, pat, as you run up behind me... UGGG... your knee clatters into my head and send me diving forward down to the canvas in a belly flop... landing with a Thud as my belly and head hit the canvas... Urrr... urrr... I moan in pain, but instinctively I know that I need a break, and I roll over onto my back and then over again, under the bottom rope... dropping down to teh floor near my corner and my wife...

Lady_Darcy: I point at Jamaica KId... "Ref!... Ref!... Make him get down from there!... He ain't allowed there!" I squeal.

Sweet_Jamaica: When i see you start to roll, I anticipate what you are going to do and I'm off again, gathering speed by bouncing off the ropes and seeing you standing outside the ring with your wife, who seems more interested in my brother....with you both ignoring me I dive, feet first into a baseball slide, under the bottom rope and strike you from the rear

Lord_Darcy: As I roll out of the ring I land on my feet, dazed and groggy I moan... Urrr... and look up seeing my wife arguing with the referee and pointing at your corner, I take a couple of deep breaths and then can hear a creaking sound, the sound of the ropes bowing outwards and I look back into the ring, through my blurred vision I can see you charging across the ring towards me... as you jump into the baseball slide I throw myself forward, pushing my wife to the side and letting you slide out of the ring... into thin air... and fall down onto the hard floor... I take a deep breath and immediately turn around and send a vicious stomp towards your body where you lay on the floor...

Sweet_Jamaica: Falling hard, I try to roll to avoid any follow up, but you catch me with a vicious stomp that catches me in the side of my belly and hip...I howl with agony and try to put distance between us. As I do, I can hear an argument going on involving my brother and the ref getting very heated. I start trying to get to my feet with pain bouncing around in my midsection.

Lady_Darcy: “Whoaaaa…” I squeal as my husband shoves me out of the way, but I immediately see why as you come sliding out of the ring feet first and go crashing down to the floor. I look around and see the referee has actually listened to my complaint and is giving Jamaica Kid a telling off, wagging her finger at him, poking him in the chest. I give a smirk, thinking that maybe she is enjoying that, but then get back to business as I see that my husband has stomped on you, but now you are starting to try and get up. “Oh no you don’t sweetie…” I squeal and rush at you sending my own boot stomp at your head.

Lord_Darcy: My stomp kick lands on your side, and you howl in pain, but then try to scrabble away… straight towards my wife, who lunges at your head with a kick of her own. I chuckle menacingly, with the referee off arguing with your brother it is time to give you a working over, and I join my wife in kicking you when you are down, aiming another kick at your side.

Sweet_Jamaica: Trying to rise, I see enough across the ring to know that my brother has just struck the ref and that security are onto him and start to drag him from the arena...It distracts me long enough to get caught by a boot to the head from your wife and I fall back, covering my head with my arms and trying to re-focus, but a second kick from you, from a different direction drives into my side and I roll into a foetal position to try and escape any more punishment

Sweet_Jamaica: The referee seems to have vanished as I start to get double teamed from two big rule bending cheats....it causes me a lot of pain but also starts to make me real angry...

Lord_Darcy: There is uproar around the arena, something is happening over on the other side of the ring, the referee’s raised voice and the shouting from the security team mean that… we have plenty of… opportunity. Our kicks have put you down on the floor, curled up in a foetal position, in pain, but also turtled up for protection. I reach down and grab your hair, getting two good handfuls of those curly locks, to haul you up off the floor to your feet, so that my wife can get some good shots at you, before we roll you back into the ring.

Lady_Darcy: I look over the ring apron and see the altercation between your brother and the referee, him striking the referee and security rushing to ringside. I know we still have time, and when I turn, I see my husband grabbing your hair to haul you up to your feet. I clench my fists, knowing the routine well, aiming a right hook and then a left hook at your belly, leaning my hefty, voluptuous, 170lbs body into the blows, my 38DD tits and curvy ass swaying wildly. And then I will help my husband pick you up and roll you back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: Zoftig is the word haha

Sweet_Jamaica: Still a little dazed I feel my long hair yanked hard and I'm easily hauled to my feet...blinking my eyes open I see Lady D in front of me and immediately set my abs and core ready for a kick...what comes are two powerful fists to my mid-section that wind me and hurt like hell ...adding to my anger....then I am rolled back into the ring and I keep rolling until I hit something...through glazed eyes I see the ref on her knees, massaging her reddened cheek and struggling to stand...then slump face down breathing hard and starting to wonder if she saw any of my opponents cheating behaviour

Lord_Darcy: After pushing you under the bottom rope I roll up onto the apron and under the bottom rope, quickly getting to my feet. I can see the referee is looking dazed and I am fairly confident that she hasn't seen anything. Again, I reach down and grab your curly hair in order to haul you up to your feet, then I drop down, one arm going between your legs and cupping your cute butt, the other going around your neck as I aim to scoop you up onto my big, barrel, chest and then body slam you back down to the canvas...

Sweet_Jamaica: Still not quite focussed I'm on the way up again but as you lift me and my options are limited...I start to ram my knee into the side of your head...hard and fast...trying to stop you slamming me and seeing if I can unbalance you

Lord_Darcy: As I scoop you up, you start to try and fight back, sending your knee at the side of my head... Ufff... uff... I grunt as you wriggle and try to use your knee... I stumble to the side, but then get control back and continue with the body slam, throwing you down onto the canvas and then dropping down on top of you, hooking a leg and looking around for the referee to start the count...

Sweet_Jamaica: My efforts are a little wasted as you manage to slam me and drop your huge body across mine....I start trying to muster my strength to dislodge you, but then realise I can't hear the referee counting, so I think that I might have a bit of time here. Twisting and bucking a little, I manage to get my left arm between your two outstretched legs and then, in a swift, strong movement, bend my arm at the elbow and smash the inside of my forearm into your crotch

Lord_Darcy: I slam you down onto the canvas and drop down on top of you, hooking your leg and waiting for the count of... 1... but nothing happens... I lift my head and look around to see the referee blinking her eyes, still a little dazed and then... OWWWW... you smash your forearm in my crotch... I let out a squeal of pain and roll off of you onto my back on the canvas... my arms and hands go down and clutch my balls as I pull my legs and knees up... "Referee... referee..." I cry... "Low blow ref... low blow!... DQ her ref!... DQ her!", hoping that in her dazed state the referee will now just see the outcome and be easily convinced that you are the cheater...

Sweet_Jamaica: Staying where I am on the canvas, I see the ref start to rise, looking down at me...all she see's is me, eyes shut, groaning and rocking side to side...then she moves to you and seems suspicious....I hear her growl at you "Get up and wait in your corner"...then she is back with me, just in time to see me blink my eyes open and give her a look of confusion and innocence "You ok?" She asks me...I wait a moment, roll to my side, up to my knees and then nod....slowly I stand "What's the matter with him? I ask her...she shrugs "I don't know what's been happening here....but I'm gonna be watching you both carefully"...I give her a forced weak smile and stand...breathing deep to recover

Lord_Darcy: The referee staggers over to us and orders me to go to my corner... I roll onto my hands and knees and use the ropes to pull myself up my feet and then stumble to my corner, where I lean back against the turnbuckles, one arm on the top rope, the other down with my hand clutching my balls...

Sweet_Jamaica: The crowd seem to be behind me after my roughing up outside the ring....and encourage me to hurt you...I smile and wave my hand to get them louder and yell at the ref "Make him wash his hands ref....he's playing with his balls" which get a good laugh from the ringside seats...Moving to the centre of the ring...focussed on you..."Come on old man....I can play dirty too ..if that's what you want" I hiss

Lord_Darcy: Leaning in the corner, a throbbing pain between my legs, I can hear your cocky little taunts… "Come on old man....I can play dirty too ..if that's what you want"… I snort angrily and push off the top rope, stepping out of the corner I advance towards you in the middle of the ring, I raise my arms ready for a lock-up, keeping a watchful eye on you… knowing you are full of tricks, most of them… dirty tricks…

Sweet_Jamaica: Thankful for some recovery time, I assess my situation...My head and midsection are still hurting from the kicks, my back from the slam and my body feels like it's been run over from your splash, my mind, however, is active and I am angry at both of you...Not only do you outweigh me, and are stronger, but you resort to every available dirty trick and even involve your wife.....I can see I hurt you with the low blow...but you deserved it. When you move to the centre of the ring I watch carefully and then move forwards slowly, one step at a time and then at the last moment speed up ...rush in closer and drive a straight finger jab into your throat...hard, fast and deep

Lord_Darcy: As I move to the centre of the ring with my arms raised to lock-up you start to move slowly towards me and I notice a glint in your eyes, you’re planning something… all that sweet, little Miss, innocent act, I can see the devious cogs whirring in your mind and then… you move in quickly, driving your right hand out, aiming your fingers for my throat… I may be bigger than you, outweighing you by 100lbs, but I am not stupid, and not as slow as maybe you think… my left arm whips up and I catch your fingers in my hand before they can land… I smirk at you and then start to, painfully, bend your fingers backwards… reaching out with my right arm and hand to grab your left hand, aiming to use my size and power to force you down onto your knees…

Sweet_Jamaica: You grab my hand before I can complete the strike and I am unable to counter straight away as you take a firm grip on my other hand, but I can counter too and I keep coming forwards, my body taught and focussed....my head goes back a bit and then I crank it towards your face, and as you hold both my hands it helps my momentum....my hard Jamaican forehead hits you with a bone crunching strike as I complete a vicious headbutt

Lord_Darcy: As I start to power up to bend your fingers and hands back you lunge forward sending your cute, but hard, head into mine in a headbutt… Crack!... it smacks into my head, jolting it backwards, stunning me for a moment and I release your hands. I shake my head and growl angrily then lunge back at you, my right arm outstretched aiming a short arm clothesline at your chest, looking to knock you off your feet. You’re a tough Jamaican gal but I am 240lbs and you’re 140lbs, momentum is on my side in the collision…

Sweet_Jamaica: I don't like being in close combat with you and as soon as my butt lands and you release my hands I start retreating, and even though you are considerably heavier than me I am rather surprised you stay on your feet and come back so easily with a clothesline attempt. It does hit my chest, but as I'm already on the move it's not too severe and my big boobies cushion the blow a little...I am still bounced back onto the ropes though and try to use this as a benefit by diving forwards trying another headbutt, this time to your chest, extra momentum provided by the spring off the ropes

ord_darcy: You were clearly surprised that your headbutt didn’t put me down and quickly realize that I am a lot tougher than you thought, and that close quarters combat with me is a mistake. You start to back away, but I still catch you in the chest as I charge into you with a clothesline, your breasts bouncing and wobbling from the impact as you rapidly stumble back onto the ropes. But I too have underestimated how tough you are, you spring back off the ropes and charge at me, lowering your head and running headfirst into my chest like a charging bull. SMACCKKK!!... You head thumps into my chest, and I go staggering backwards, my arms windmilling at my side, my bulbous pecs wobbling and my big belly bouncing… but I don’t fall down but instead regain my balance.

Lord_Darcy: Standing in the middle of the ring, panting and puffing, sweat now running off my big body, I rub my bruised chest with my hand and growl at you in anger. Then I push off and start to charge at you, the ring shaking as my boots pound on the canvas, my big belly bouncing up and down, my right arm outstretched for another clothesline aimed at your chest…

Sweet_Jamaica: This time I am not close, not only do I see you coming, I hear you coming and as the ring shakes and rattles in protest, I feel you coming....I go low, showing me athleticism by doing the splits and that big solid arm sails over my head and I avoid another hard strike...just....but I don't stay still, my speed and fitness maybe my only advantage...no sooner am I hitting the splits, I am rising again onto one knee and thrusting a mule kick back towards you to try and strike the back of your knee

Lord_Darcy: I hurl myself across the ring towards you, huge amounts of momentum in my charge and so, as you demonstrate your speed with a display of gymnastic athleticism by dropping down into the splits, I simply go hurtling past you. Furious at having missed you I brake to a halt and spin around to go after you again, only for you to mule kick me in the balls… URGGGGHHH… I let out a huge grunt of pain, I don’t know what you were aiming for but a mule kick is thrown blind in a backwards direction, and you landed me a devastating blow… I double over, my hands and arms again going down to clutch my balls, my head drooping down, and I drop down onto my knees in pain…

Lady_Darcy: I point at Sweet Jamaica... "CHEATER!!!" I squeal....

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: oh I bet that hurt

Sweet_Jamaica: Feeling my kick strike, I continue to rise and turn to face you, unsure for a moment what has happened and see you on your knees, red faced and gasping, and from your hand placement I quickly see your problem...."Whoops" I giggle getting laughs from the crowd before I decide to make the most of an unfortunate mistake and spin fast and aim a round-house kick to the side of your head

ord_darcy: Down on my knees, clutching my balls in pain, I am a sitting duck and, … THWACKKK!!!... you spin a round-house kick into the side of my head, sending it reeling violently to my right. As my head goes right my arms fly upwards and flail outwards, and my big body twists and topples over to my right… SPLAT-THUD… my belly lands on the canvas with a splat, followed by my head cracking down with a thud,… Urrr… urrrr… I moan and groan as I plant my hands in an effort to push myself up off the canvas… three high-impact moves in a row, the headbutt to the head, headbutt to the chest and now the devastating roundhouse kick to the head have left me completely dazed and stunned… but I am a tough guy and instinctively I am trying to get up, determined not to lose to this Jamaican Sweetheart…

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: stop cheating SJ you can't win

Sweet_Jamaica: After sending a glare at Suki for her comment, I return my attention to my opponent...as you ease up to all fours I take the opportunity to bounce off the ropes...building momentum....then charge back towards you and target the side of your head with my right knee...hoping I am accurate enough to hit you square on the jaw

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: Darcy Duck!

Lord_Darcy: Moaning and groaning as I start to push myself up to my hands and knees, I can hear the crowd yelling at the Jamaican Sweetheart to stop cheating… I doubt she will, it seems to me that she has the referee eating out of her hand and ignoring her dodgy tactics… I can hear the ring ropes creaking and a thumping of feet and then a shouted warning from a familiar voice… “Darcy Duck!”… and I obey instinctively, throwing myself back down flat onto the canvas as your knee goes flying past where my head was moments ago… Gasping for air and desperate, I roll over onto my side and push up onto my feet. I wait for a moment for you to come to a stop after your charge and then I myself lunge towards you, dropping my shoulder, and spreading my arms, looking to rugby tackle you around your waist and knock you down onto the canvas underneath me…

Suki_Sweet_wife_of_Dei: Good job Darcy now wreck her

Country_boy_David: " Come sj rebound from this... let's go sj.." * i try pumping up the crowd for sj..

Sweet_Jamaica: After my big miss I am shocked how quick you have recovered from my previous hits and get taken out by your tackle....smashed to the ground and trapped beneath you...winded, dazed and in real trouble

Lord_Darcy: Saved from what would have been a knockout knee to the head by the yells of the crowd I am back on my feet, wobbling and shaking on my legs, sweating and puffing heavily, but still in the fight. You’re not looking so great yourself, your speed and athleticism have overwhelmed me at times, but you haven’t put me away and now it seems you are slowing down yourself. I charge in at you for a rugby tackle and you are too slow to dodge me, instead my hefty 240lbs body smacks into your belly and sends you crashing down to the canvas, with me falling on top of you. My fans are screaming for me to finish you now that I am on top, while your fans are desperately calling for you to rebound. I squirm around to get myself squatted on top of your belly, grabbing your curly hair with my left hand to hold your head still and pulling my right fist back and up, ready to deliver the classic 5 punches to the head…

Sweet_Jamaica: Getting no time to recover before you reposition yourself and wrench my dazed head off the canvas....the first punch strikes hard and sends the room in a whirl...I can hear voices from the crowd but cannot make sense of what is being said, the second punch puts a dark veil over my eyes and that's the last I remember

Lord_Darcy: I have you trapped and send the first punch in, it seems to knock you into a stunned daze, I fire the second punch in, and you go limp, seemingly out cold. I am cautious, you’re a clever and tricky opponent, this could be a ruse, but I take my chance and halt my attack. Releasing your head I swivel around on top of you, reaching back and hooking your left leg, laying my barrel chest across your impressive chest and using my left arm to press your shoulders down… I look around, “Come on ref… COUNT!... AND MAKE IT QUICK!” I demand… the referee drops down and she slaps the canvas… ONE!... TWO!...

Sweet_Jamaica: I don't even hear the start of the count as I'm out of it.....slowly starting to focus and hear the referee call 3 and just lay still...dazed and destroyed

Supergirl_Elle: Wow, that was a Hulk-like turn around! Close match, despite all the interference

Lord_Darcy: As the referee’s hand comes down for… THREE!!... you start to stir, but too late… the referee calls for the bell… DING!!... DING!!... DING!!... and I pull off of you, releasing your leg, and push up to my feet, offering the referee my arm. Reluctantly the referee takes my arm, raising it to declare me the winner. I smile to my wife and supporters at ringside, quietly acknowledging their help in delivering this victory.

Published: 2025-07-29, viewed 103 times.