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SECOND FALL: KNOCKOUT

...It was dark and cool inside the Crane Street Parking Garage. The inky blackness was barely illuminated by the lights high in the steel girders and along the walls.

What the Hell was I doing HERE?! I had a match to fight--a match to WIN! Then I heard her voice....

"Daaaaisy, Daaaaaisy...Give me your answer, do."

It was her. The one person who haunts my dreams. The Mercenary. "SYNNTHIA!!" I shouted into the darkness. "Why am I here?? What do you want??"

I heard a chuckle as a figure walked out of the darkness. Her face was in the shadows, but I could tell by her size and the sharp metal studs on the black leather top covering her breasts that it was Synnthia Scott, The Mercenary.

"You and I have unfinished business, Sweet Barbie Doll. You can't let it end here...because I'm waiting for you, my Barbie Doll. Waiting for you in the shadows.....Daaaaaisyyyyy! Daaaaaaaisyyyyyy!".....................

...."Oh my God! DAISY!!!!"

It was Shanna, tearfully wailing at me to wake up. I shook my head...DANG but that hurt!...but it served to clear a few of the bales of cobwebs out of my head.

Sarah was focused on the Ref, roaring at her,

"Do you damn job for ONCE and declare that bitch KNOCKED OUT!!"

I had to get up. I had to keep fighting. Standing is usually such a simple matter. It shouldn't be a complex equation of balance combined with cause an effect.

But it was for me. I slowly got on my knees.

In exasperation the Ref pointed at me and snapped at Sarah, "She's getting up, Champ! So get outta my face!"

I was up...kinda...I was knock-kneed and swaying from side to side, but I was on my feet.

The Beast snarled between tightly clenched teeth, "DAMMIT! I'm gonna KILL her!" Sarah grabbed me by my hair and daisy dukes, and threw me back into the ring. I heard a chair being thrown in after me.

I got to my knees again, then stood to my feet. I felt like I was on one of those fishing boats my dad would take me out in The Gulf, the waves lifting and lowering the boat. Sarah Bryandt climbed in the ring and stood in front of me. She was calm now, no more ranting. She stared down at me with disdain like some demonic god disgusted by the mere human in front of her.

I must have made a sorry sight: battered, bruised and bloody. My ring makeup (my "warpaint") was nearly smeared off my face by now. I staggered like any skidrow bum, but I was still on my feet.

Not saying a word, The Beast lifted me up and body slammed me into the metal chair she had tossed into the ring.

I...I couldn't ...take....... My eyes closed.

The Ref slid in beside me, her voice seemed far away..."Daize! Listen, answer me, or I'll have to declare you unconscious and Sarah the winner.

I gathered up my remaining strength and whispered, "Fuck...that...."

Sarah came up, put her foot on my chest, and gave the outraged crowd a victory pose.

I heard myself say, "GET THAT STINKIN' HOOF OFFA ME, YOU KNUCKLE DRAGGIN' FREAK!!!"

Rather clever, I thought. And I started to roll away. But Sarah thought otherwise.

With a growl, she grabbed the chair and brought it down on my back.

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Synnthia Scott "The Mercenary" belongs to
Sarah "The Beast" Bryandt belongs to
Daisy is

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SECOND FALL: KNOCKOUT

...It was dark and cool inside the Crane Street Parking Garage. The inky blackness was barely illuminated by the lights high in the steel girders and along the walls.

What the Hell was I doing HERE?! I had a match to fight--a match to WIN! Then I heard her voice....

"Daaaaisy, Daaaaaisy...Give me your answer, do."

It was her. The one person who haunts my dreams. The Mercenary. "SYNNTHIA!!" I shouted into the darkness. "Why am I here?? What do you want??"

I heard a chuckle as a figure walked out of the darkness. Her face was in the shadows, but I could tell by her size and the sharp metal studs on the black leather top covering her breasts that it was Synnthia Scott, The Mercenary.

"You and I have unfinished business, Sweet Barbie Doll. You can't let it end here...because I'm waiting for you, my Barbie Doll. Waiting for you in the shadows.....Daaaaaisyyyyy! Daaaaaaaisyyyyyy!".....................

...."Oh my God! DAISY!!!!"

It was Shanna, tearfully wailing at me to wake up. I shook my head...DANG but that hurt!...but it served to clear a few of the bales of cobwebs out of my head.

Sarah was focused on the Ref, roaring at her,

"Do you damn job for ONCE and declare that bitch KNOCKED OUT!!"

I had to get up. I had to keep fighting. Standing is usually such a simple matter. It shouldn't be a complex equation of balance combined with cause an effect.

But it was for me. I slowly got on my knees.

In exasperation the Ref pointed at me and snapped at Sarah, "She's getting up, Champ! So get outta my face!"

I was up...kinda...I was knock-kneed and swaying from side to side, but I was on my feet.

The Beast snarled between tightly clenched teeth, "DAMMIT! I'm gonna KILL her!" Sarah grabbed me by my hair and daisy dukes, and threw me back into the ring. I heard a chair being thrown in after me.

I got to my knees again, then stood to my feet. I felt like I was on one of those fishing boats my dad would take me out in The Gulf, the waves lifting and lowering the boat. Sarah Bryandt climbed in the ring and stood in front of me. She was calm now, no more ranting. She stared down at me with disdain like some demonic god disgusted by the mere human in front of her.

I must have made a sorry sight: battered, bruised and bloody. My ring makeup (my "warpaint") was nearly smeared off my face by now. I staggered like any skidrow bum, but I was still on my feet.

Not saying a word, The Beast lifted me up and body slammed me into the metal chair she had tossed into the ring.

I...I couldn't ...take....... My eyes closed.

The Ref slid in beside me, her voice seemed far away..."Daize! Listen, answer me, or I'll have to declare you unconscious and Sarah the winner.

I gathered up my remaining strength and whispered, "Fuck...that...."

Sarah came up, put her foot on my chest, and gave the outraged crowd a victory pose.

I heard myself say, "GET THAT STINKIN' HOOF OFFA ME, YOU KNUCKLE DRAGGIN' FREAK!!!"

Rather clever, I thought. And I started to roll away. But Sarah thought otherwise.

With a growl, she grabbed the chair and brought it down on my back.

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Text

Synnthia Scott "The Mercenary" belongs to
Sarah "The Beast" Bryandt belongs to
Daisy is