Trisha Watson, Megan McKenzie, Vivian Lam, Destiny Mathews and Martha Sharpe are my OCs.
Faye belongs to the wonderful FayeTheFarmgirl
Words can’t summarize how incensed Trisha was. It took her a few days to recover from the sound beating she received at the hands of Megan, and the humiliation that followed between the legs of her former teammate Vivian. Prior to that fateful hour, she had everyone within her world wrapped around her fingers, or so she thought. Within a span of an hour, she had lost her dignity, her volleyball team, and her ability to intimidate / bribe other girls into submission.
With that, she set out for a plot of revenge. She spent her recovering days thinking of ways to undermine and destroy Megan and her Fighting Angels organization, as well as her former teammate Vivian. She thought of pressing charges, but that would reveal that she willingly participated in a sanctioned fight to which she agreed to all the terms, and that line of defence wouldn’t hold water. She knew she can tussle, and she knew she can probably take on Vivian…but she would clearly need to train for a long time to best Megan. The more she thought about it, the clearer the answer became: Much like how Megan does it, she would scout the girls of DA to see who can do her bidding against Megan, while she can take out Vivian herself. She definitely had the financial backing for it. It was just a matter of getting it done and with any luck, catching Megan by surprise. She wasn’t interested in creating a promotion. She just wanted to hire muscle which would best her bitter rival and so she can humiliate her just like the way Trisha got humiliated.
Trisha wasted no time as she began her venture. Her sources pointed towards a plucky, young and powerful redheaded farm girl named Faye. She knew Megan’s scouting mainly focused on campuses, and Faye in her mind was the farthest thing from that. What better way to surprise Megan with such muscle than with a girl she had no idea even existed???
Trisha took her two friends, Destiny and Martha, and went to the gym where Faye was known to train. As she walked in though, the barn smell overwhelmed her and immediately put a scowl on the posh blonde’s face. “How can anyone live like this..?” She murmured under her breath to her peers.
She walked around the corner where she saw Faye in all her glory straddling, and working her hellbows into a floored punching bag. Faye learned from her previous experiences that adding MMA into her arsenal would be a great asset.
“Perfect!” Trisha thought. “This girl has it all. She can easily take out Megan and then I can finally have my way with her and that betraying wench Vivian.”
Trisha walked right up to her and began speaking, barely introducing herself: “Hey girl, how would you like to make a lot of money?”
Faye, who was surprised that someone else was in the gym, heard the tone and barely gave it any thought as she continued driving her elbows into the bag.
Trisha looked at her friends perplexedly, mouthing to them “the hell is this”…. She turned back around: “Excuse me, LADY!” Trisha ordered. “I am making you an offer here. You seem to be very strong, and I need someone like you for a job I’m willing to pay a lot of money for. Are you in or out?”
Faye stopped pounding the bag and sat straight up, looking right at the blonde. “You’re kinda cute, did y’all wanna fight? Is that why you’re here?”
“Did you not hear a goddamn word I said!?” Trisha barked. “You seem to be in need of some cash, and I’m offering it to you in exchange to fight and take down one of my biggest rivals.”
Faye smirked: “Now lady, what makes you think I need any of your money? You’re gonna need to give me a better reason than that.”
“What the hell is more important than money? What’s wrong with you people??” Trisha scolded. “Your gym here is in serious need of an upgrade…I can make that happen. You ever wanted to go to college? I can make that happen. I can pull you out of your miserable country life and bring you where you belong!”
Faye’s smirk disappeared as she stood and looked straight into Trisha’s eyes. “So hang on just a goddarn minute…you come here, offering me nothing of value, then you insult my gym, my background and my way of life? You’re dumber than you look blondie!”
Trisha’s friends wanted to disappear there and then. Taking one look at Faye’s physique, they knew she was a menace. This didn’t phase Trisha though, as her ego overtook her sense of awareness.
“Did you just call me dumb you stupid country bitch!?” Trisha shrieked. “You can stay here in the dump where you belong. I don’t need your stupid help.” Trisha turned around and started walking. “Lets go girls, leave this filth where she belongs.”
Trisha’s girls were still frozen in place, but Trisha did hear footsteps following her. The next thing she knew, She felt a hand grab her pony tail and was suddenly being dragged across the floor. “Don’t take me for no fool blondie. You have a pretty little mouth, let’s see if you can back it up!” Faye exclaimed as she effortlessly tossed Trisha into her ring.
By the time Trisha got her bearings straight, the next thing she felt was her ribs getting crushed as Faye picked her up effortlessly and squeezed her like a tube of toothpaste. Trisha was a pretty fit, strong girl, but she could barely utter a word and she couldn’t believe how much more solid and fit Faye was. Martha, one of Trisha’s cronies yelled “Trisha!” out of fear as they both watched from outside the ring. “You’re not so mouthy now, are you, Trisha?” Faye scolded her, continuing her crippling crusher.
Faye watched Trisha’s eyes nearly bug out of hear head and then begin to fade. “Oh no doll, not like this. We wanna put that mouthy mouth of yours to good use.” Faye drops Trisha like a sack of potatoes in the centre of the ring. But before Trisha could retaliate with anything, Faye sat over Trisha’s head and applied her Crop Duster, sending Trisha into a flopping frenzy. “There, now YOU are where you belong, blondie! See if you can last longer than the other blondies that tried me.” Faye said playfully as she watched her blonde foe suffer.
Martha couldn’t bear the sight of her friend getting decimated..but on the opposite side of the spectrum, Destiny took out her phone and took a few angled pictures of the hold being applied on Trisha, and it appeared she was sending them to someone. Martha looked up in bewilderment. “What the hell are you doing Destiny??”
“None of your damn business Martha. Why don’t you go help that rich bitch if you’re so concerned with her well-being?” Destiny clapped back. Martha, hoping she could rally Destiny to attempt a double-team on Faye and free Trisha, recluses back to watching her beloved leader getting destroyed.
By this time, the Crop Duster had done its job. Trisha fell limp beneath Faye after a few convulsions. “Not bad blondie, although I wish I got a bit more from that pretty nose of yours.” Faye chuckled as she leaned back and rested her perfect derriere on Trisha’s face. Destiny took a few more pictures.
“Oye Faye, I’m sorry that we trespassed.” Destiny began. “Trisha insisted on coming here without warning or advanced notice. I’m happy to see she got what she deserved…again.”
“All good girls, this was just what I needed to finish off my workout for the evening.” Faye playfully exclaimed as she wiggled her hips, eliciting a weak convulsion from Trisha beneath her. “If y’all wanna get in the ring with me too, I’d be happy to accommodate.”
“I think we’re good, mate!” Destiny laughed. “You’d make short work of us in no time…we know better…anyways, let us take that trash out of your ring and we’ll be out of your hair. My friend may be in touch with you soon.”
“Your friend, eh?” Faye said “Well if she’s anything like this one under me, she won’t last long!”
“Trust me, mate.” Destiny responded. “I think you’ll like her much more”. And with that, she hit the send button, sending a dozen photos of Faye completely destroying Trisha to Megan.
Destiny received a simple, 3 worded response:
“I like her.”
The End