Post by Oni Kymiku on Oct 1, 2014 17:24:44 GMT -5
The Pit
Underground Location
1 October 2014
I walked into The Pit…a stranger in a strange land. The name was slightly misleading, I had expected a cave of some sort or maybe even a crudely dug hole in the ground, but that is not at all what this was. It was a legitimate venue with a ring and stands to go with it. However, the element that inhabited The Pit would have been well-suited in a cave or hole in the ground. The smell of sweat was heavy in the air…but so was the smell of blood. It lingered, likely undetectable to most others, but I smelled it there and it trilled me…
…and you say that I never take you anywhere fun…
The bodies were nearly elbow to elbow, but they parted easily enough for me. I didn’t have the look of the rest of the women who were there…though few and far between. I ignored the looks, most curious and some wanton. As I passed, someone grabbed at my ass, but I swatted the offending hand away.
“GODDAMN BABY!” Someone yelled out.
I didn’t even bother to turn around as I found what I was looking for. I pushed my way through the crowd to get the best view that I could of the ring as I saw Kreese there. His long dreadlocks hung down, brushing his bare heavily muscled back and chest as he nimbly bounced back and forth. I recognized his Capoeira style, and though it looked more like a dance, I could see that he hardly intended to entertain his opponent with fancy footwork like Kevin Bacon from Footloose.
Across the ring from him stood a mountain of a man, but I could see that was all there was to him. Size and power were his only weapons, though against the unskilled, it was more than enough. He would win any test of strength without question, but this was no test…nor was it a game…
…maybe he’ll crush his skull like on Game of Thrones, that guy really got moogled…
Again with the moogle? What in the hell is a moogle?!
As soon as the two men were loosed on one another, the large man rushed in, looking to get his hands on Kreese, but he easily evaded the giant and hit him with a dazzling flurry of spinning and twisting kicks that dazed him. Rather than press the advantage, Kreese stood back, playing to the crowd, and frustrating his opponent. The man rushed him again, but Kreese went low and took his legs out, sending the man face down on the mat. He rolled over the man’s back, paint brushing his head to further humiliate him.
The fans loved it and Kreese continued his taunting antics for several more minutes, delaying the end…at least until his eyes found me watching him from the crowd. The distraction cost him a sledgehammer-like punch to the jaw that sent him crumbling to the mat, but when the giant attempted to finally press his advantage, he found himself hopelessly outmatched as Kreese immediately caught him in a gogopata chokehold. The massive man struggled to break free, but even his great strength was no match for Kreese superior technique. The man was choked unconscious and the referee was forced to physically pull Kreese off him.
I watched as his hand was raised in victory and the crowd threw up a massive roar, but I hardly heard any of it. My eyes were locked on his and his was locked on mine. As he exited the ring he was greeted by his people and his fans, but he waved them away, making a beeline towards me. As he reached me, a woman stepped between us, throwing her arms around him and kissing him as she squealed.
Her voice was smoky in the way that men found sexy and there was a slight Spanish accent that I myself found sexy as well. “THAT WAS GREAT BABY!! YOU REALLY KICKED THAT GUY'S FUCKING ASS!!”
…cock blocking bitch, looks like someone else is going to get choked out tonight…
I folded my arms and arched my brow as I watched the woman mark her territory. She was dazzling, very shapely and certainly appeasing to most everyone that laid eyes on her, but a little more desperate than she needed to be. Kreese was nice enough to look at, but she could have done better with a little more effort and a little desperation.
Kreese seemed thrown off by the new arrival and I could see it on his face that he wasn’t sure how to address this new wrinkle. He considered just walking away with the girl, and avoiding the situation all together, but that wasn’t what the doctor had ordered. Dr. Kazama told me that I should explore this part of myself. Bottling up everything wasn’t healthy…
…everyone needs a release, even Nuns masturbate…they just think about God when they do it…
I have NO idea where any of this stuff comes from. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and spoke up. “Kreese, you looked pretty good out there tonight…except for all the showboating that got you socked in the jaw. Maybe you should keep your eyes on your work.”
The girl turned around, assessing me with a furled brow. “Excuse you!” She glared at me, then looked at Kreese. “Baby, who is this bitch?”
…I think he is sweating more now than he was in his match, fucking hilarious…
“Errrr…this is…this…” he stuttered, unsure of how to answer the question.
“Oni…we met in the gym a few days ago.” I answered, letting him off the hook. “He invited me to come see the fights…so here I am.”
She looked me up and down, measuring me then decided she needed to take it to the next level, just in case. She got in my face. “Don’t think you are going to come in here and talk a bunch of shit and try to push up on my man. Maybe you need to get your ass back to the rice patty or Chinatown, or wherever the fuck you come from!”
…oh my god, you should punch her right in the tits, that would be hilarious…
Though the thought of getting physical with her did have some allure, I opted for a different tact. I had taken every inch of her in and I could see the bruises she tried to cover up on her neck and arms. This made my course of action crystal clear. Instead of backing off, I moved even closer to her; “Come on…he’s a big boy…enough of him to go around for both of us I’m sure.”
The woman lashed out with a vicious slap, but I caught it before it could connect, shocking her with my speed. I lowered my head, narrowing my eyes. “Getting yourself all painted up to come down here and hang out with this crowd really ups your street cred back home…but I doubt a broken nose is going to go over as well. So, ask yourself…are you sure about this?”
I could see the confusion in her face as she felt my hot gaze on her and the strength in my grip as I held her wrists. She didn’t know what to do, but I yanked her towards me and whispered in her ear…something secret, just between the two of us. When I let her go, she stumbled back and nearly fell down as the crowd that watched the scene screamed for a fight. She stared at me for a moment too long, then finally flipped me off and pushed her way through the people that surrounded us…
…so, no broken noses tonight…this is becoming extremely boring…
“PIA!!” Kreese called out, but the girl was gone.
I folded my arms, looking at him with the slightest cock of my head. “Have you even heard of the adage about a bird in the hand being worth two in the bush?”
He looked at me stupidly, then stroked his chin nervously as he laughed. “Yeah…but…Pia is a little hotheaded sometimes.” He glanced in the direction she had gone, “I don’t want her out there acting up!”
I smiled, “You didn’t seem to concerned about it when we were at the gym the other day.”
He turned his attention back to me and gave a shrug, “That was the other day…and you didn’t leave your number. I figured that you weren’t interested.”
I returned the shrug with one of my own, “I wasn’t interested then…but today I am.” I nodded towards the ring, “Watching you in there made me a little hot as well…but it had nothing to do with my head.”
I could see his demeanor suddenly change as he realized that this visit was going to be more fruitful than our first meeting. “Is that right?” He nodded in the direction that Pia had disappeared. “What about my girl?”
I chucked, my dark eyes drinking him in. “I told her what this was. She’s the one with the problem, not me.”
Kreese took my hand and led me through the crowd. I could feel how anxious he was, but I was even more anxious than he was. I was going to finally cut loose a bit. I had been holding this part of me in for a very long time…and I was looking forward to the release, I only hoped that he was up to the task.
We left the arena through the back door, surrounded by darkness…certainly not my part of town. Anything could happen to a girl in a place like this…it probably had. The very thought of it should have terrified me, but it only drove my need closer to the edge of no return. As we got to the parking lot neither of us was in a mood to wait very much longer. I stopped walking, and because my hand was in his he came to a stop with a jerk. He turned and looked at me, wondering if I had suddenly lost my nerve.
I pushed him against a nearby car and in an instant our hands were all over each other. His large strong hands found places that hadn’t been touched in ages, but like a sun kissed flower I opened up to him all the same. I felt his hand in my hair, then he made a fist and yanked me back, turning me roughly around and pushing me back against another parked car. There was pain…but pain was my drug of choice and I could see that he enjoyed feeding my addiction.
He lifted me with ease and perched me on a nearby car…
“HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!”
We jumped as the alarm sounded, but the distraction was momentary. Nothing was going to stop us for long. Kissing and more touching…groping…scratching. After a while I didn’t know up from down or right from left. I was pressed, face first against the hood of a parked car and the world was exploding in a kaleidoscope of sound and color. My eyes fluttered and nearly closed as I bit my lower lip, trying hard not to pass out.
I grabbed the hood of the car, struggling to hold on. As I threw back my head I saw faces in the backseat of the car watching us in a mix of shock and excitement. I didn’t shrink from it…I smiled and stared right back at them, even as the girl picked up her phone and pointed it at us, no doubt recording our antics. I had no intention of hiding this…my true face…
…there she is…there’s my girl; welcome back to the world…
A while later I sat in the passenger seat of Kreese’s car in silence as I leaned my head against the window, watching the lights of the city pass by. I was lost in my own thoughts, ignoring him as he continued to bitch and moan about the key marks all over his car. Apparently Pia had not gone quietly into the night…that was something we certainly had in common, though I am sure that her screams and mine were driven by different forces. I smiled, posting my foot up on the dashboard, further antagonizing him.
“COME ON DUDE! GET YOUR FEET OFF MY SHIT!!” He yelled at me, then slapped my leg down. “You fucking up my ride!”
I turned to him, “Are you sure that’s all you want fucked up?” I made sure that my eyes left no doubt about the meaning behind my words.
He stared at me, taking his eyes off the road for what seemed an impossibly long time. Had it not been for the scream, he would have never looked up and saw the man that had to jump back on the sidewalk to avoid being run over. Kreese jerked the wheel and narrowly avoided racking up points GTA style. He shook his head, “That’s twice you distracted me!”
I posted my foot back up on his dashboard, not caring about his earlier warning. “I’m hoping to go for at least three…assuming you can handle it.”
He was angry as he looked at me with my feet on what had once been his pride and joy, but the promise of taking it all out on me later was equally trilling. He turned his focus back to the road, “So…you some kinda big deal wrestler, huh?”
I turned to him, surprised. “You looked me up? I don’t know if I should be flattered or not.”
He smiled, “Don’t be flattered…the internet doesn’t say nice stuff about you.”
I smirked, even in this; I couldn’t completely avoid my past. I had tried my best to be a good person…or at least a better one. I had come to the defense of people who needed it and I had changed my life for the better…still…it wasn’t good enough. People still judged me for my past deeds…as evidenced by Kenzi’s reaction to me at the gym the previous day. My reputation was a curse…and I would have to live with it until my dying day it seemed.
He asked, after I failed to respond to him about his internet crack; “So…that wrestling stuff…is it real?”
“How real is real…?” I didn’t bother to look at him as I answered absently.
He grinned, “That’s not a good answer.”
“Ask a better question” I countered.
“Fair enough.” He returned, and then launched into a new set of questions. “So, what’s up with the blonde chica? That Gabriella Salinas chick that you are suppose to fight this weekend?” He licked his lips and made a loud smack. “She’s pretty tasty looking, but I heard she snapped on a few bitches.” He looked at me, as he asked, “You scared?”
This was a far better question and it certainly warranted consideration. When I answered the question, I didn’t know if he would get the true meaning behind my words, but I didn’t care either. “I’m always scared…every time.” This was true, but my fear was not what would be done to me…so much as what I might do. He likely didn’t understand that, but I had no intention of explaining it to him. It wasn’t important to me and neither was he. I stretched, “…and yes, she does seem tasty as well.”
He laughed, but that ended our conversation for the remainder of the drive, and that was okay with me. We arrived at his place a short time later, and by then I was more than ready to continue where we left off earlier in the parking lot. As we walked to the door, he stopped and cursed under his breath. The door was ajar and we could already see that his place was in shambles. He pushed the door open and stepped inside and I could see that his anger level was off the charts. “THAT BITCH! I’M GONNA KILL HER!”
“Are you going to cry about this the rest of the night? If you are, I can leave.” I said as dispassionately as I could.
He whirled on me, his eyes blazing with anger. “You don’t want to piss me off right now! This is your fault anyway!”
I laughed out loud, right in his face to elicit the desired response…and he certainly responded. He put his hand around my neck and shoved me back against the wall with a loud thud. Stars exploded in my field of vision as the back of my head bounced. I thought back to my earlier encounter with Pia and how I whispered in her ear ‘I’m going to have sex with your boyfriend in his car and all over his house. Deal with it, cunt!’ I had bated her into doing this…knowing it would enrage Kreese…getting me even more of what I really wanted.
As he held me by my neck, I grabbed him as well, but my grip had found the only part of him that I had a legitimate use for at the moment. I could see his perve-switch flip, because mine had been flipping back and forth all night…and it was definitely in the on position at the moment. He kicked the door closed as we launched into another romp that no doubt ruined even more of his belongings, but that was of little concern to me. He was a brutal animal and that is what I wanted and deserved...maybe this release was just what the doctor ordered.
As he poured his hate and anger into me…I did the same. Like an overfilled glass I hoped that by the time we were done with one another that I would be spent and empty of my dark desires and impulses. Maybe by the time I finally faced Salinas I wouldn’t also have to worry about containing the demon that dwelled inside me.
Maybe this treatment was working…maybe…just maybe…