Bulled Bully
Added 2023-05-29 22:21:02 +0000 UTCFirst part
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Good story
Frantz Lasvignes
2023-05-31 20:29:26 +0000 UTCMuy buena!!
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2023-05-30 09:57:24 +0000 UTCSi me permitís, quisiera compartir con vos y tu compu-audiencia una historia que me gusta mucho (si no te parece Ok, borrala): Brett wasn’t known to fret over things in life. He was known to be a man of conviction and would come up with a solution by either thinking things through or by simply bulldozing the problem away. It was perhaps his most admirable of traits next to his charming personality, studious mind and ambitious vision. It was why he was successful in boxing, the sport that was often considered to be the physical incarnation of chess. Brett knew when to pick his moments during a fight to get the clean knock-out or at least last until the end of the final round. He was a favorite among his peers and it earned him many a victory, but an inflated ego was a slow and insidious killer and the one to deliver it was Madison. Madison was a bit of a tomboy with shoulder-length chestnut hair, freckled face and bandages covering her legs and fingers. It was the week after finals during college when Brett issued an open challenge to anybody who wished to fight him, and Madison took up the challenge. Brett tried to convince her to back out, but Madison was adamant and on the night of the fight showed up wearing a white karate gi. Brett figured the fight would be easily won, men were physically stronger than girls after all. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back with her foot planted on his chest with barely a bead of sweat on her while he was left bruised and bloodied from three rounds of fighting. A humbling defeat to end his college career. A set back, but Brett remained steadfast in his ambition. He continued perfecting his craft as a boxer, climbing up the ranks in the amateur league and even did some underground fighting whenever he needed some extra experience. This was when his rivalry with Madison truly began. Brett looked to avenge his loss against Madison from before, especially now that he weighed at one hundred and ninety-five pounds, his body was toned like a marble statue from Ancient Greece. His power speed had been known to knock out his opponents within the first round and he was determined to see Madison be added to the list. Madison however proved to be a thorn in his side, knocking Brett out on his back once more with Brett still unable to land a clean hit on Madison. They fought again, this time Brett fell onto the mat facedown while Madison planted a foot on his back. Each time they fought, Brett was the one who was napping, and Madison had even more pictures to keep as her trophies. ________________________________________ One Year Later… A year has passed, Brett is in the best physical condition in his life. He walked out of the locker room wearing red robes over a well-toned body slick with perspiration from the heat of the building, red trunks with white trim, matching red boots and gloves hanging from his neck. As Brett got closer to the ring, he saw Madison casually lounging on top rope: legs cross with gi jacket wide open exposing a black sports bra and lithe physique. Both the black belt and legs of the pants were frayed from continuous combat, black tape was wrapped around her hands with similar boxing gloves laying on the mat. “There you are, sure like to keep me waiting huh?” Madison called out to Brett with a grin. “I know you like being my punching bag, but I do have other things I like to do in my life.” “Keep on with the taunts Madison, but today will be the day that I put you to sleep and avenge my loss!” Brett exclaimed while he climbed into the ring. Madison simply shot him an amused look with a raised brow for effect. “You’ve been saying that since our second fight and it’s ended with you napping. Trust me, the pictures are still hung on my wall. It fits the aesthetic of my room.” Madison grinned as she climbed off the ropes, the ring shaking slightly as her feet hit the mat. “So, you sure you want to do ten rounds?” Madison asked as she slipped on her gloves. “I’m pretty sure that we won’t even make it to five.” “Positive!” Brett answered with confidence, “I’ve been training hard to this moment and it’s going to be my turn to plant my foot on your chest!” Madison shrugged, “Try setting your expectations low like actually landing a clean hit on me. And go from there.” The person who agreed to be their referee slipped in mouth guards for both Madison and Brett and called for the fight to start. ________________________________________ Round 1 The moment the bell rang, Brett was out of his corner with the motivation of a spartan soldier. Hands locked and loaded to fire at a moment’s notice. Madison looked equally as focused with her right hand closed to face, the other swaying to and fro while bouncing on her toes. As soon as the two met in the center of the ring, Brett let loose a quick flurry of punches that would’ve stunned an ordinary man. Madison was equally as quick and blocked the attacks with ease. The two circled around each other before Brett let loose another flurry, seemingly quicker than before. Madison weaved through the flurry with ease, a smirk now had grown on her face when she returned to a neutral stance. They circled once more, he moved to throw another punch. Just before Brett could swing, he noticed Madison swing her leg upwards and quickly raised his arm to block the kick. With the greatest of ease, Madison let loose a flurry of her own: long legs shooting towards him like javelins looking to pierce through his guard. Brett was a student of the game however and weaved through the kicks before lunging forward with a straight right. Madison moved her head, feeling a breeze across her cheek and the two returned to a neutral position once more. Brett noticed a glint in Madison’s eye, as if she was acknowledging his improved skill. Brett exhaled and lurched forward again and released a heavy haymaker aimed at Madison’s head. Madison sidestepped the attempted blow and slammed a foot against Brett’s hardened abs. The Brett felt the impact, but easily shrugged it off as he looked to try again with the haymaker. Once more did he watched Madison avoid the blow and tag his abdomen again with another kick. Brett noticed that he was beginning to fall into a familiar pattern from his previous battles and sidestepped the next kick, looking to counter with another straight. Madison swayed backwards to avoid the punch, Brett gritting his teeth as his opponent managed to evade him once more. Brett let loose a flurry of hooks and straights to try and get one in on Madison, but the karateka continued to weave through his punches with the greatest of ease. Soon the bell rang to signal the end of the round and Madison bounced on her toes. “Not bad, you definitely got better since the last time. Still can’t hit though!” Madison teased. Brett rolled his shoulders as he arched his brow. “It’s like you’ve gotten faster. Whatever, I’m going to tire you out by the end of this.” Brett stated confidently. Madison simply winked at him before returning to her corner. ________________________________________ Round 2 Brett pounded his gloves together as the round started, stomping over to Madison with renewed vigor. Just as Brett was about to throw a straight, Madison’s foot slammed against Brett’s abdomen hard. Brett felt his body shift slightly from the impact, but he kept his feet planted onto the mat. Brett through a left hook, Madison ducked underneath and connected with at shot to the body. Brett grit his teeth and tried again and once more, Madison countered with another body shot. The two eventually started to dance around each other in a flurry of blows, but it was clear that Madison was getting the better of the exchange as every punch she threw hit their marks with sharp accuracy. Brett could feel his gut beginning to soften from each successive blow and pushed Madison away with all of his force. Madison planted her foot and immediately struck back with a thrust kick that slammed against Brett’s jaw, causing a loud smack to echo in the gym. Brett dropped to a single knee with a glazed look in his eyes as the referee stepped in between him and Madison. Madison smirked as she backed away while the referee tended to Brett. “Hey Brett, are you okay? Can you continue?” Brett quickly shook away the cobwebs in his head and returned to a vertical base. “I’m fine, let’s keep this going!” The referee nodded and motioned for the two to continue the match. Brett lurched forward and started throwing another flurry of punches aimed at Madison who beckoned him with a smirk. Once more did Madison evaded Brett with ease, not knowing that she was being pushed into the corner. Madison felt her back touch against the corner and realized what had happened. “Got you now, overconfident bitch!” Brett roared as he had a straight right locked and loaded, the muscles tensing fiercely as it careened towards Madison’s head. Just as the fist was about to connect, Madison ducked underneath and slid behind Brett’s back. “What?!” Brett exclaimed, turning to try and catch Madison and instead caught a foot to the chest as Madison landed a stiff kick. Brett felt himself get pushed into the corner, now seeing that the tables was turned on him so quickly. Madison whaled on him with heavy punches to the abdomen, continuing her work from before. Brett tried to cover up, but it seemed fruitless against Madison’s assault on his stomach and it wasn’t long before he was finding it hard to breathe. Brett managed to push Madison off of him and much like before, Madison slammed a kick against his head, this time a roundhouse that dropped him onto the mat while slumped against the corner. The referee once again stepped in between the two fighters and started to make the count. Brett’s lungs burned from the heavy punishment to his stomach. He took the few seconds he could afford to recover from the last assault before getting back to his feet at the count of five. Nodding to the referee that he was still able to fight, the referee motioned for the two to continue. “Next time make sure you’ve actually hit me before making a declaration like that.” Madison teased Brett with toothy grin, Brett could feel his frustration beginning to bubble inside of him. Before he could make the attempt to charge at Madison, the bell rang, and the second round was over. Brett sucked in the air between his teeth as he stomped back to his corner and sat down on the stool. While his corner men were icing down his stomach, Brett noticed that Madison’s skin was glistening under the ring lights. You got be getting close to your limit at this point Brett thought to himself, you can’t keep evading me forever Madison. It won’t be much longer before I put you to sleep. As he thought this, Madison noticed Brett looking at her and winked playfully, causing the man to scowl in return. ________________________________________ Round 3 The bell rang for the fight to resume and Brett was now sporting a large bruise on his abdomen, red from all of Madison’s early attacks while the karate fighter was simply glowing from the exertion of dodging all of Brett’s punches. The met in the center of the ring and this time it was Madison’s turn to start things with, throwing a kick aimed at Brett’s tree trunk sized legs. Brett winced from the pain and shot a quick straight at Madison trying to catch her off guard. Madison dodged again and landed another kick to the side of the ribs, catching Brett right as he inhaled. Brett’s lungs burned intensely and suddenly breathing became difficult. Brett dropped his guard slightly, but it was enough for Madison to slip in an uppercut that rang Brett’s bells hard. Brett stumbled backwards into the ropes and Madison started to pick him apart with a variety of jabs and kicks that rocked Brett’s body back and forth. The referee was forced to step in after a while to check in on Brett whose arms were starting to droop by his side. “Brett, can you continue to fight?” The referee asked although the voice sounded strangely distant. Brett shook his head and pounded his gloves to show that he was cleared to go. Brett could feel the blood trickle down his cheek and it was becoming difficult to see out of his left eye. He noticed a familiar glint in Madison’s eye and knew that she could smell the blood in the ocean like a shark. The referee backed away and Brett took a single step before taking a hard kick to the face and was pushed against the ropes again. Madison resumed her assault, focusing on the stomach first. Brett could feel his stomach slowly turning to putty under Madison’s fist. After the tenth successive body blow, Madison struck Brett’s right knee with a vicious kick – Brett crying out in pain before another kick connected in the same spot. Another kick and Brett could barely put his weight on his right leg, forced to lean against the ropes to keep himself steady. Madison stopped the battery to take hold of Brett’s chin with her glove, forcing Brett to meet her gaze. “Looking really sleepy there buddy.” Madison taunted in a sing-song tone, “What happened to your earlier enthusiasm?” Brett swung wildly at Madison, but the karateka dodged easily and slammed a kick into his stomach. Brett wheezed as he dropped to his knees. “You had a lot of fire in the beginning and you did fuck all with it. Couldn’t even land a single hit on me despite all your efforts and you gotten a lot better too. Shame all of that training went to waste.” Madison stated flatly. “I mean, I’m impressed that you were able to keep standing after everything that I’ve thrown at you and I’ve hit you a lot.” Brett let out a deep exhale, ignoring the shaking in his arms and willed himself back to his feet. Brett locked eyes with Madison once more who smiled devilishly. “Oh good, you still got a little bit of spirit left. Let me just chip that away before you get any ideas.” Madison held Brett against the ropes and started to repeatedly slam her fists against his face, each one causing him to let out a groan of pain. Three hits in, Brett’s nose broke. After seven, the left eye was completely swollen shut with the right eye close to suffering the same fate.” “Wait, wait!” Brett cried out after punch fifteen, “Alright, I give up!” Madison arched a brow, keeping her fist in place and waited for Brett to collect himself. “I…can’t beat you Madison. I can’t even land a single clean hit on you! All this time I thought that I could stand some kind of a chance, but you are just too much! I can’t beat you, I give up just stop hitting me!” Madison smirked at Brett’s verbal submission and cupped his chin with her glove. “Well I don’t know about you, but I definitely enjoy beating up a man with a sculpted body like yours. So much so that I wanna keep doing this.” As she said that, Brett’s eyes widened with panic. “Not now obviously silly!” Madison smiled, “I’ve already crushed your spirit for the day and the last thing I need is you expiring at my feet. No, what’s going to happen is that you are going to become my very own punching bag! From now on, whenever I want to practice my techniques or if I feel like letting out some aggression: You are going to meet me here when I tell you and I’ll just beat the shit out of you.” Brett couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he was in no shape to argue or even fight back. Fighting her was fruitless and any attempt at defiance will only end in more pain. “So do we have a deal?” Madison asked with a look of expectancy. Brett groggily nodded his head yes, Madison smiling even wider at Brett’s subservience. “Good! So, to make sure that we are on the same page: you are gonna let those big, meaty arms of yours fall to their side and you are going to lean forward with your chin. This is how we are going to spend our time together for now on. Understand?” Brett nodded again and did as he was told: dropping his arms and presenting his chin for Madison. “Good!” Madison said before she let loose a wicked hook that made Brett’s skin fold under her fist. Madison let loose a final barrage of punches that rocked Brett’s skull hard, the man still managing to keep to his feet out of sheer will. Madison cupped Brett’s chin again and noticed that the man was just about ready to lose consciousness. “Well, time to say good night!” Madison threw a wicked uppercut that crashed hard underneath Brett’s jaw and sent the bigger man flying. Upon his back impacting on to the mat, the ring shook viciously before eventually settling and the referee called for the fight to end with Madison being declared the victory. Madison sauntered over to Brett’s prone form, taking off the gloves with her teeth and tossed them on to the mat. She planted her foot on Brett's bruised, bloody and disfigured face and flexed for whatever crowd was there to witness, some pulling out their phones to take pictures of the spectacle they just witnessed. This would only be the beginning for Brett’s pain.
calitos
2023-05-29 22:46:01 +0000 UTCExcelente!!!
calitos
2023-05-29 22:42:16 +0000 UTC
