Megan looked at the clock. “Wow,” she said. “Two tap outs in less than three minutes.” Megan put extra emphasis on the words, ‘tap outs.’ She rose from Rebecca’s prone body and looked around, as if to acknowledge an imaginary crowd.
“I think tomorrow morning, I’m going to bring everyone in the gym over to this exact spot, and show them just where I kicked your ass. And how many submissions will I get from you? Another ten? Maybe twenty?” She giggled at the thought and Rebecca could imagine what a bitch she must’ve been growing up.
Rebecca sat up and was beyond frustrated. Megane changed the parameters of the fight so she could run up the score on her. If this were two out of three falls, this would be over and done with. Playing into Megane’s hands, she had another twenty-seven minutes to..what? Survive? Mount a comeback? Get rolled?
Megane produced a bottle of water from her bag. “Do you need a break, Becky? Your face is all flushed and blotchy.”
Rebecca willed herself to one knee. “I just need a minute.”
Megane took a quick sip and made a deliberate production of looking at the time. “Oh sure, take all the time you need.”
“I could really go for an ice-cold Poweraid, right now. Couldn’t you,’ Megane teased. “Nice and cold.”
Rebecca steadied on two feet and tried to focus on her gameplan. What was it again? Before she could think on it more than a moment, Megane interrupted her.
“You’re not trying to run out the clock, are you? I mean, I guess we could just stop now if you can’t handle it.”
Rebecca shot back, “I’m fine. Let’s do this.”
Megane smiled back like Rebecca was a Thanksgiving dinner.
Megane feinted in a few times, and Rebecca hated that she recoiled. ‘Two for flinching,’ as the saying went. Megane dove in to try and yank Rebecca’s feet out from under her, but Rebecca was able to avoid it, barely. Megane shot up to her feet and pursued Rebecca until the redhead’s butt hit the wall. Megane wrapped her hands around the back of Rebecca’s neck, and this was the break Rebecca was hoping for.
Before Megane could start unloading knees into Rebecca’s midsection, Rebecca’s boxing prowess kicked in, and she seized Meagane around the hips, clutching some of her shorts in the process and drove her 180 degrees into the wall with a resounding thud. She hammered her hip into Megane’s hip and fired right uppercuts into Megane’s stomach and chest.
Megane tried to cover up but Rebecca was surgical with her blows and landing a high percentage of them. When covering up didn’t work, Megane worked feverishly to grab at her attacker’s wrists with success.
“Come here, you little-“ Megane was interrupted when Rebecca dug her forehead into just under Megane’s cheek. Megane growled in either shock or discomfort, or maybe a mixture of the two. Rebecca freed her left hand and began punching Megane again in the stomach.
To say that Megane didn’t like receiving blows to her belly would be like saying that rock concerts are loud. It would be an understatement. She was able to shake free of Rebecca only to have the redhead grab her by the straps of her bra and shove her back into the wall. Rebecca connected with a jab, cross, hook combination to Megane’s chest, forcing air through clenched teeth with each blow.
Again, Megane tried to shake free and this time Rebecca yanked hard on her hair, pulling her onto her butt. Megane scrambled, hooked her hands behind Rebecca’s knees and took her feet out from under her. Rebecca landed square on her back, which sounded like a gun shot off the mats. Megane shot up the length of Rebecca’s body, but Rebecca wrapped her legs around Megane’s waist and squeezed.My wrestling webcomic, Rival Angels!PATREON!