Megan McKenzie, Trisha Watson, and Vivian Lam are my OCs.
Megan had a knack for finding talent for FASS. She would often walk into gym practices of different college sports teams and observe for hours at a time, studying each girl’s physique and demeanour. But today was different. Today, she was going to issue an open challenge and open the floodgates to would-be clientele. It would be Megan’s first time, but not last, that she would do this, and she chose the college’s volleyball team to make her move.
Dressed in her sporty business casual outfit, she strutted towards the girl’s locker room, her pumps loudly clacking as she made her way inside after their practice. The girls were mid conversation as some were changing and showering, but the room fell silent as soon as Megan’s presence was felt.
“You may or may not recognize me. My name is Megan McKenzie, and I have an offer which can change your lives. I am giving you an opportunity to join the prestigious fighting league, The Fighting Angels Showcase Series, where you can show me what you’re made of. The challenge: If you can beat me in a match based on agreed-upon rules, I will give you $1000 cash on the spot, pure and simple, no strings attached.”
Her sales pitch was clear, and a murmur began in the locker room. Many girls knew this money and opportunity could change their lives, but the girls were also observing Megan’s poise, and many recognized her strength and stature. None spoke up until one tall, blonde tanned girl walked out of the shower, pushing other girls out of her way to stand toe to toe with Megan, towel wrapped around her well endowed chest.
“I’ve been watching you over the past couple of weeks, coming into our gym and looking at my girls. The more I saw you, the more I hated you, and now you confirmed my suspicion that you’re just a carny bitch who wants to steal talent. None of my girls are interested in your stupid proposition so get the hell out.”
Megan didn’t flinch, except for a smirk as she said “Trisha Watson, volleyball captain. 5’10”, 145 lbs. You lead your team with an iron fist, and have taken them far into tournaments. What you might not realize, or might not care is that none of them actually like you, and if they had the chance, they’d kick you off the team.”
“You better watch your mouth bitch” growled Trisha as she pressed up against Megan. “My girls respect me and know the only reason we do well is because of me, and if I left, the whole team would fall apart.”
“I don’t think so dear.” Megan retorted. “The only reason you’re where you are is because of your rich parents contributions to the college, and you blackmail these girls that bad things will happen if they step out of line. A bully like you would barely make it out of tryouts compared to the incredible talent pool standing behind you.” Megan’s words cut through Trisha and succinctly summarized Trisha’s years of torment.
“Why you little bitch.” Trisha fired back as she charged at her. Trisha had a history of sparring and fighting with the boys, so she knew a thing or two about tussling. Just before she launched her fist, one of the other girls, a small plucky Asian girl, hooked her fist back.
“Why don’t you accept her terms? She’s giving you an open license to kick her ass with no repercussions.” The unknown Asian girl said.
“Vivian, don’t touch me ever again.” She said as she yanked the Asian beauty’s long straight raven-coloured hair and shoved her into a locker. Vivian let out a small yelp but otherwise did not make a move. “I’ll make an example out of your little ass.” Trisha scolded, as she pushed Vivian off into the locker again, dropping her to her knees. Trisha stormed back to Megan:
“You want your stupid fight? Fine. I don’t even need the money, but if it means it’ll be the last time I see your dumb ass in my gym again, then you’re on.”
“Great!” Megan exclaimed. “The ring is set up in the gym. The match begins when we’re both ready and won’t end until one of us submits, gets pinned for a 5 count, or cannot rise after a 10 count. Be there or be square.” Megan starts making her way out of the dressing room.
“Oh I’ll be there alright. I can’t wait to break those stupid glasses off your stupid freckled face.” Trisha yelled.
Megan stopped in her tracks, and slightly turned her head. “I’ll offer an extra $200 if you agree to a 5 minute post-fight humiliation. I know you don’t need the money, it won’t hurt with your hospital bill. See you in a few, Patty.” Megan looked forward and walked straight out of the room.
“NOBODY CALLS ME PATTY! YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING DIE YOU COW! I’M GOING TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE OUT OF YOU AND HUMILIATE YOUR ASS!” Shouted Trisha.
Trisha arrives to the gym with her entourage, only to see Megan standing in the neutral corner, waiting patiently. She didn’t change out of her business casual attire which incensed Trisha.
“You’re going to regret not taking me seriously you whore.” Trisha said as she stepped into the ring. She was wearing her sports bra and yoga pants along with running shoes. With her long, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, she was ready for a fight.
“I wouldn’t worry about what I’m wearing as much as what will happen to you.” Megan said calmly. Her statement sent shivers down the whole volleyball team’s spines, who now circled the ring lumberjack match style. Megan turns her back to Trisha as she takes off her pumps.
“You disrespectful wench!” Trisha cried as she charged full force into Megan’s prone back. Just before she reached her, Megan swiftly slid out of the corner, with Trisha’s fist barely whiffing Megan’s face. The fight was on. Trisha was taken aback from Megan’s swift movements, and begins to carefully approach Megan while Megan circles the ring to catch Trisha off guard. Megan makes the first move and goes for a double leg take down, but Trisha braces her and wraps her arm around Megan’s head, wrenching it into what looked like a guillotine choke. Megan chuckles as she realizes Trisha didn’t even hook her legs. She effortlessly lifts the blonde off her feet and launches her across the ring, landing in a heap. The whole volleyball team gasped at the show of strength.
“What the fuck was that?” Trisha shouted with a bit of a crack in her throat. She couldn’t believe how far she was thrown.
“Girl, you need to hook my legs and thrust your hips inwards if you want that move to work.” Megan playfully exclaimed. “You’re gonna need to do better than that if you want to kill me, Patty.” Some girls of the volleyball team chuckled but quickly went silent after a scathing glare from Trisha. This was probably one of the first times Trisha felt anything that resembled embarrassment.
“Don’t teach me how to fight you whore…I WILL kill you!” She shrieked as she bull-rushed Megan, arms reaching forward, wanting to gouge her eyes out. But in a show of incredible speed and technique, Megan side stepped at the last second and ducked in with a haymaker, catching Trisha square in the jaw. “UNNNNNNGHHH!….” The sound of slamming flesh reverberated in the gym and the volleyball team collectively gasped as they watched Trisha topple over behind Megan and crash into the corner of the mat with a thud and a groan.
Megan boldly walks back over to Trisha, lifting her from her pony tail to sit her in the corner. She takes a few steps back and crosses her arms, giving Trisha a few moments to recover. “You can’t be telegraphing like that Patty, come on!” Megan preached like a disappointed parent. Trisha took a few moments to clear her cobwebs and catch her breath. “What’s the matter Patty? Do you give up?”
“I HATE YOU!” wept Trisha as she rose from the corner and charged at Megan again. Megan was done toying around with this girl though and met her momentum with a teep kick to the sternum, launching Trisha into the ropes. “hurrrrrkgh!….” There she hung, wide-eyed and trying to catch her breath. Megan homed in and stalked her prey.
“Fun time’s over, Patty” she calmly said as she viciously grabbed Trisha’s ponytail, forcing eye contact.”This is your last chance, concede now or suffer great consequences”. Megan was done playing around. If any girl in the room had any remaining doubts about the outcome of this fight, it was now settled. Trisha was the hunted and Megan was the apex predator.
In a final show of defiance, Trisha cried “FUCK YOU!” as she spat in Megan’s face. The volleyball team gasped as they knew what was to come, but Trisha was either too proud, or too dumb, or too hurt to realize what she just did.
Megan takes one step back, wipes the spit off her face with her sleeve, and calmly whispers ‘wrong answer’ to Trisha before charging in and driving her fist deep squarely into Trisha’s stomach. Trisha lets out a gross, guttural groan as all the air escapes her lungs. Megan wastes no time though, pulls Trisha off the ropes and drives her knee straight into Trisha’s mid-section. Trisha’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of her head as she is unable to speak…ready to puke from the force and keels over, resting her head on Megan’s mid-riff. Megan dismissively side steps and allows Trisha to topple over face first in the centre of the ring. The only noise that could be heard after the face-plant was Trisha’s pathetic groans.
Trisha couldn’t even concede vocally if she wanted to, but Megan was no longer interested in that. She wanted to give Trisha a lesson in fighting, but now it has become a lesson in respect, and she will stop at nothing to reduce Trisha into a heaping pile of whimpering flesh. Megan steps over Trisha’s body, grabs her wrists, pulls them behind her back and applied an excruciating surfboard. Trisha was aching everywhere. She couldn’t believe how much pain she felt EVERYWHERE and didn’t know what to focus on and if she could, she would beg for this pain and suffering to end. Megan would happily oblige as she jumped in the air while maintaining wrist control and dropped her feet squarely onto Trisha’s neck as she released the wrists, curb stomping her head to bounce off the floor like a basketball, resulting in an instant knockout.
Megan looks over at the volleyball team, who were terrified of the brutality they witnessed, but were silently elated with the result. “And this girls, is how you take out the trash.” She said in a stoic, calming way. She dismounts Trisha’s neck and uses her foot to flip Trisha over onto her back. Her eyes were rolled into her head and her mouth agape. Megan stands triumphantly above Trisha and looks down. She tilts her head slightly, almost thinking about how to end this. She then lifts her foot over Trisha’s prone face, pinched her nose between her toes and plants the ball of her foot onto her mouth. “1…..2…..3…..4….5….you lose….” Megan coyly smiles as she releases her face with a disrespectful nudge, making Trisha’s head involuntarily bob left and right before resting still. She then gently sits on Trisha’s heaving chest, folded her arms and stared down: “Congratulations on being part of the inaugural Showcase Series match, Patty. This could have been a better experience for you, but too bad you had to be a disrespectful bitch.” She looks up at the volleyball team who have now all gathered to one the side of the ring. “Girls, it’s time for new leadership and play for a league and coach that will appreciate you. But first, can one of you lovely girls tell me the rule that Patty and I agreed to?”
Vivian immediately stepped forward and almost shouted “5 minutes of post humiliation!”
“I”m glad you were paying attention Vivian, because I don’t think poor Patty here is going to remember her name for a week.”
“She had it coming. I’ve been waiting for someone to do this to her for years, and I’m so happy to have witnessed it in person!” Vivian giddily remarked.
Megan tilts her head and smiles at Vivian. “Tell me Vivian, how would you like to fight and earn your keep in our league? We provide a full faculty to train our fighters in a team spirited environment.” Megan never misses her shot at recruiting and acquiring new business, even if it meant driving a sales pitch while sitting on a knocked out girl’s prone body.
“Honestly? That sounds really fun, I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot if means me being able to defend myself from the likes of Trisha.”
“It’s okay, you can call her Patty now” Megan laughed with Vivian as she hands her a card with just the LEFA and FASS logos printed on it. “If you see any girls sporting this badge, you’ll know they’re legit. I look forward to seeing you in the club.”
Megan slowly rose off Trisha’s chest, who was beginning to stir. “Oh, one more thing Vivian..”
“Hmm?”
“Why don’t you take on the 5 minutes with Patty? Think of this as an informal audition. I think she’s had enough of me, but she is still owed the post-fight humiliation.”
Vivian said wide-eyed “…..are you serious?”
“Do I look like I joke around? Show me what you’re capable of. Show me what years of pent up rage looks like.” And with that, Megan stepped off of Trisha.
The other girls, who finally started showing their true feelings towards Trisha, warmed up to Megan and cheered Vivian on.
Just as Vivian stood over Trisha, she was coming to, but was in a deep haze, mumbling incoherence…”wha happen?” She blurted.
“It’s not just what happened, but what is happening.” Vivian spoke with authority. “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut or your ego in check for one goddamn second and for that, you got your ass kicked. You no longer have power here, and I’m finally sick and tired of your shit. I will own you for 5 minutes and there’s nothing you can do about it, Patty.” Trisha started mumbling more incoherence but before she could say anything, Vivian had already descended on Trisha’s chest and landed a couple of stinging slaps to her face. Trisha yelped and attempted to protect her face.
“Secure her arms.” Megan ordered. Vivian grabbed Trisha’s wrists and tucked them beneath her knees. “Excellent work. You actually listen, unlike this blonde wimp. Now slap her silly to your hearts content.”
“Yes ma’am!” Vivian exclaimed as she went on a barrage of slapping Trisha’s prone face with alternating hands, eliciting pathetic yelps with each hit. Trisha was completely defenceless and at Vivian’s whims. Vivian stopped and stared at Trisha’s face, which was now showing wear from Megan’s beat down as well as Vivian’s hands. Trisha pathetically mumbled “mercy….mercy”, snuffling in between as tears rolled down her face.
“Ugh…don’t call me ma’am please.” Megan retorted. “Ma’am is what people call my mom. Just call me Megan. Anyways, how do you feel about her begging for mercy?” Megan asked Vivian.
“She’s a bitch and she deserves none!” Vivian proclaimed.
“Then show me what you can do!” Megan exclaimed as she watched with great interest. Vivian slid up Trisha’s chest and wrapped her head with her muscular thighs. With one swift motion, she adjusted her position into a plank, with Trisha’s head caught right in between her legs and face shoved into her crotch. She switched to a single arm plank to use other arm to grab Trisha’s pony tail, making final adjustments to the position before clamping down hard. Megan watched with pleasure as VIvian’s leg muscles glistened and started to shake from the pressure. Trisha let out one final gurgle before going under for one last time. Vivian released her as Trisha’s body flopped to the ring with a thud. Vivian adjusted herself with her crotch resting on Trisha’s nose and mouth as she sat, back straight up, hands on hips. She wiggled a bit to demonstrate her mastery over her former captain. She looks up at an elated Megan.
“How did I do??” Vivian asks, starry-eyed.
“You’re a natural Vivian. This is your official invitation to FASS. If you can train and prove yourself, you will work your way up to the ranks of LEFA. I look forward to seeing you during our practices.”
Megan leaned over and shook Vivian’s hand. She made no effort to lift her off Trisha’s face as she was enjoying it too much. And just as fast as she arrived, Megan made her way out of the ring and motioned towards the Gym entrance. She looks back before exiting the room:
“If any of you girls want a real thrill of victory like the one Vivian just had, hit me up sometime. And don’t worry about Trisha, my people will take care of the trash and clean the gym once it’s empty.” She said with a smile as she disappeared, leaving Trisha’s destruction and potentially a few new clients in her wake.
The End