Round 2
"We're back, with the next round in Celebrity Deathmatch," Johnny said to the cameras.
"We have with us, a special guest commentator," Nick Diamond said, then turned to a short, stout man with brown hair, who's face had been painted white, except for black paint that had been applied around his eyes, "Please welcome, Jamie Madrox, of the rap group Twiztid."
The cameras turned to Jamie, who smiled; "Thank you, Nick. Its good to be here."
"Now, Jamie, it has come to my attention that you are but one member of Twizted. Can I ask why Monoxide Child isn't here right now?"
"I think he's having trouble reading the street signs," Jamie told him.
Meanwhile, In The Blunt Mobile:
A car was rolling down the street, its cabin filled with so much smoke the windows might have been painted white. A hand appeared in front of the windshield and waved quickly back and forth, clearing just enough smoke for a man with a thin face to see out of the glass. He looked around quickly with wide eyes, then disappeared back into the haze.
Back At The Deathmatch:
"Before we get a comment from Jamie," Johnny Gomez said when the cameras turned back to him, "Lets go back to Stacy Cornbread with the fighter's post match thoughts. Stacy?"
The cameras focused on Stacy, whom was walking through the halls backstage.
"Well guys," she began, "I haven't been able to find Jill Valentine since the match. She seems to have vanished or..." Stacy stopped when she heard something from the janitor's office. Soon, the sounds became moans.
Stacy, not realizing the painfully obvious, opened the door to the office just a crack.
"Are you going to help me get in with Burkin, Jill baby?" questioned a voice that the viewers recognized as that of Violet Snowe's.
"Oh my FUCKING GOD YES!!!" Jill Valentine cried out in what the viewers also recognized as an orgasm.
Stacy jerked out of the room when something heavy sailed towards her, followed by Violet's very angry yell of; "HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF KNOCKING, BITCH?! FUCKING ARSEHOLE!"
Stacy looked at the cameras with a mixture of shock and terror. Shock because you wouldn't expect those kinds of words to come from someone with such a delicate Scottish accent, and terror because she didn't know a stuffed leather chair could be thrown so easily.
In the announcer's booth, Johnny Gomez looked at the cameras; "Uh, well, uh...lets get a comment from Jamie Madrox. Jamie?"
The audience could hear crickets.
"Jamie? Nick?" Johnny was sounding worried. He turned around to find both commentators had turned away from him. Nick was leaning over Jamie's shoulder, his eyes wide and a big grin spread over his face.
Jamie Madrox had an accomplished smile on his face as he looked into the monitor next to him. "What did you do, Jamie?" Johnny asked, wondering what all the fuss was about.
Jamie just shrugged; "I tapped the video feed to the security cameras in the janitor's office."
"Boy, Jill's got a set of hooters. Makes me want to stand up and beg for mother's milk," Nick said, drool rolling down his chin, "Violet ain't half bad either."
Johnny now looked frightened, "Um...lets go back to Stacy Cornbread. Stacy?" Before the cameras cut out, Johnny got out of his seat and went to look into the monitor himself.
Looking around, Stacy quickly spied Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope walking in her direction. Not missing a beat, she forced her face back into a cheerful expression and approached the two clowns.
"Any comments on the fight, guys?" she asked them.
"Yeah, it was messy," Violent J told her, then resumed cleaning the remains of Carlos' head from the seat of his pants with the rag he held.
"Hey, dawg, I'm gonna go ahead. Catch up when you can, a'ight?" Shaggy 2 Dope said to his friend, then entered the janitor's office with a grin.
"So what do you want to know?" Violent J asked Stacy.
"Just your thoughts on the fight?" Stacy asked again, her smile back full force.
"Nothing to say, really. We came, we saw, we crushed his head," Violent J told her, then left.
Stacy turned to the cameras, and flashed the grin that never seemed to leave her face, "So there you have it. Back to you, Johnny."
Johnny was too engrossed in what was happening on the monitors to really care, and so commentated with none of his usual gusto; "Uhh...next fight. Rebecca Chambers verses...uh...a licker...or...something."
Rebecca was already in the ring; "A what?! I never heard of a licker! Is he gonna lick me?"
The licker smiled its wide, lipless smile; "You damned right I'm gonna lick you, sweet thang."
"Shut up!" Mills Lane shouted, after his trip to the...ahem...bathroom, "Now I want a nice clean fight. No hitting below the belt, and no stripteases like the one Mrs. Valentine just put on!"
At this, the audience booed, hissed, and threw so much rotten fruit that Mills had to jump off of, and dive under the ring, but not before shouting; "Now lets get it on!"
"Get it on is right," the licker said, and seemed to grin wider.
"Oh, God. I got a perverted licker."
"Come to skinless!" the licker yelled and chased Rebecca around the ring, causing the poor girl to sob hysterically.
"Get away you vile thing!"
The licker jumped and clamped his limbs around the young medic, its tongue slithering around her muscular thigh.
Nick's eyes bugged out a little and his mouth dropped open; "Rebecca seems to be getting excited, Johnny. I think there's something she hasn't been telling us."
Johnny wore a similar expression on his own face, "Where has she been hiding that all this time!?"
"What are you guys talking about?" Rebecca shouted up to the announcer's booth, but soon her question was answered. She dropped her eyes when she felt something that was not supposed to be where it was pressing against a part of her that should not be touched by just anybody, and it made her gasp slightly, which should not have been done by anyone other than a lover.
When her eyes landed on the considerable bulge in the front of her shorts, she reached behind herself and grasped the licker's strong tongue and pulled it out of the leg of her shorts; "Get that thing away from there!"
"But you taste like che..."
The licker never got further than that.
"HENTAI!!! KIYA!!!" Rebecca yelled and spun around, and kicked the licker hard enough to shatter its jaw and sent it sprawling to the other side of the ring.
"Why you little!!!" the beast got to its feet, and jumped high into the air and landed on the young woman before ripping her clothing open with one razor sharp claw.
"NO!!!" Rebecca screamed and scrambled to regain some sort of modesty even as her nakedness was exposed for all to see.
The licker leered over her, its lipless grin widened and its tongue trailed itself along the swells of her breasts and down along her flat stomach.
Rebecca looked between the licker's legs and screamed in terror of what she saw there.
Nick and Johnny's eyes went wide at the scene before them. It had started almost twenty minutes ago, but it hadn't slowed in pace at all.
"OH GOD!!! PLEASE! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" Rebecca screamed from the mat.
"I GOT A LOT MORE IN ME, HONEY!" The licker shouted back.
Johnny and Nick's eyes widened with Rebecca's agonized grunts, and the licker's excited panting.
"This is inhuman!" Johnny shouted, "Someone save that woman!"
"How many times can he go?!" Nick yelled, "He must be on his 14th by now!"
"OH GOD! ITS SO HARD! PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!"
"YOU'LL TAKE IT AND LIKE IT!"
"You know," Jamie Madrox said, holding the video camera at the scene in front of him, "I'm surprised that thing hasn't broken in two now, just from the pounding its taking."
"OH GOD, LET ME GO! PLEASE! ITS TOO BIG!!! OW!!!"
"Oh, I have to remember that one," Jamie said and zoomed in on the action.
"Come on, licker! Shut that off and get on with the fight!" Nick Diamond called down to the ring.
"Oh sonofa..." licker grumbled, but paused his game of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City; where Tommy Vercetti was in the middle of bludgeoning yet another hooker to death with a baseball bat.
"But, I liked making up the voices for the hookers!"
"And you're very good at it, honey," the licker said.
Rebecca grinned, clearly missing the double meaning.
The cameras turned to the author, who scoffed at the reader, "What? You didn't think I'd let Rebecca get raped did you?" John scoffed again, "I like her too much for that."
Rebecca got to her feet, and yelped when her ruined cloths exposed her privates again; "This was my favorite outfit, PERVERT!"
She made her anger perfectly clear by flexing her muscular punting the licker clear out of the ring, where he landed against one of the doorways leading to the parking lots.
The licker got to its feet and glared at the young redhead; "You little tram-"
The beast was cut off when a car came crashing through the doors and squashed the licker under a tire. The door opened and a tall man stepped out, followed by a billowing cloud of smoke.
"What up, homies? Did I miss anything?" questioned the fashionably late Monoxide Child.
Mills Lane came up and examined the growing puddle of blood under the car; "And the winner is...the Blunt Mobile!"
"Well there you have it," Johnny Gomez said to the cameras, "Another great Deathmatch. Stick around because there's more carnage, coming up!"
No one noticed as Rebecca Chambers ran off towards an empty dressing room with her savior, Monoxide Child.
* * *
And yet another long over due chapter. If you got tired of waiting for this one, then check out Shakahnna's story Resident Evil Damnation.
Just make sure you'll have plenty of time to devote to it. Its worth it, I promise you.
'Till Next Time, ~John Damen
"We're back, with the next round in Celebrity Deathmatch," Johnny said to the cameras.
"We have with us, a special guest commentator," Nick Diamond said, then turned to a short, stout man with brown hair, who's face had been painted white, except for black paint that had been applied around his eyes, "Please welcome, Jamie Madrox, of the rap group Twiztid."
The cameras turned to Jamie, who smiled; "Thank you, Nick. Its good to be here."
"Now, Jamie, it has come to my attention that you are but one member of Twizted. Can I ask why Monoxide Child isn't here right now?"
"I think he's having trouble reading the street signs," Jamie told him.
Meanwhile, In The Blunt Mobile:
A car was rolling down the street, its cabin filled with so much smoke the windows might have been painted white. A hand appeared in front of the windshield and waved quickly back and forth, clearing just enough smoke for a man with a thin face to see out of the glass. He looked around quickly with wide eyes, then disappeared back into the haze.
Back At The Deathmatch:
"Before we get a comment from Jamie," Johnny Gomez said when the cameras turned back to him, "Lets go back to Stacy Cornbread with the fighter's post match thoughts. Stacy?"
The cameras focused on Stacy, whom was walking through the halls backstage.
"Well guys," she began, "I haven't been able to find Jill Valentine since the match. She seems to have vanished or..." Stacy stopped when she heard something from the janitor's office. Soon, the sounds became moans.
Stacy, not realizing the painfully obvious, opened the door to the office just a crack.
"Are you going to help me get in with Burkin, Jill baby?" questioned a voice that the viewers recognized as that of Violet Snowe's.
"Oh my FUCKING GOD YES!!!" Jill Valentine cried out in what the viewers also recognized as an orgasm.
Stacy jerked out of the room when something heavy sailed towards her, followed by Violet's very angry yell of; "HAVEN'T YOU HEARD OF KNOCKING, BITCH?! FUCKING ARSEHOLE!"
Stacy looked at the cameras with a mixture of shock and terror. Shock because you wouldn't expect those kinds of words to come from someone with such a delicate Scottish accent, and terror because she didn't know a stuffed leather chair could be thrown so easily.
In the announcer's booth, Johnny Gomez looked at the cameras; "Uh, well, uh...lets get a comment from Jamie Madrox. Jamie?"
The audience could hear crickets.
"Jamie? Nick?" Johnny was sounding worried. He turned around to find both commentators had turned away from him. Nick was leaning over Jamie's shoulder, his eyes wide and a big grin spread over his face.
Jamie Madrox had an accomplished smile on his face as he looked into the monitor next to him. "What did you do, Jamie?" Johnny asked, wondering what all the fuss was about.
Jamie just shrugged; "I tapped the video feed to the security cameras in the janitor's office."
"Boy, Jill's got a set of hooters. Makes me want to stand up and beg for mother's milk," Nick said, drool rolling down his chin, "Violet ain't half bad either."
Johnny now looked frightened, "Um...lets go back to Stacy Cornbread. Stacy?" Before the cameras cut out, Johnny got out of his seat and went to look into the monitor himself.
Looking around, Stacy quickly spied Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope walking in her direction. Not missing a beat, she forced her face back into a cheerful expression and approached the two clowns.
"Any comments on the fight, guys?" she asked them.
"Yeah, it was messy," Violent J told her, then resumed cleaning the remains of Carlos' head from the seat of his pants with the rag he held.
"Hey, dawg, I'm gonna go ahead. Catch up when you can, a'ight?" Shaggy 2 Dope said to his friend, then entered the janitor's office with a grin.
"So what do you want to know?" Violent J asked Stacy.
"Just your thoughts on the fight?" Stacy asked again, her smile back full force.
"Nothing to say, really. We came, we saw, we crushed his head," Violent J told her, then left.
Stacy turned to the cameras, and flashed the grin that never seemed to leave her face, "So there you have it. Back to you, Johnny."
Johnny was too engrossed in what was happening on the monitors to really care, and so commentated with none of his usual gusto; "Uhh...next fight. Rebecca Chambers verses...uh...a licker...or...something."
Rebecca was already in the ring; "A what?! I never heard of a licker! Is he gonna lick me?"
The licker smiled its wide, lipless smile; "You damned right I'm gonna lick you, sweet thang."
"Shut up!" Mills Lane shouted, after his trip to the...ahem...bathroom, "Now I want a nice clean fight. No hitting below the belt, and no stripteases like the one Mrs. Valentine just put on!"
At this, the audience booed, hissed, and threw so much rotten fruit that Mills had to jump off of, and dive under the ring, but not before shouting; "Now lets get it on!"
"Get it on is right," the licker said, and seemed to grin wider.
"Oh, God. I got a perverted licker."
"Come to skinless!" the licker yelled and chased Rebecca around the ring, causing the poor girl to sob hysterically.
"Get away you vile thing!"
The licker jumped and clamped his limbs around the young medic, its tongue slithering around her muscular thigh.
Nick's eyes bugged out a little and his mouth dropped open; "Rebecca seems to be getting excited, Johnny. I think there's something she hasn't been telling us."
Johnny wore a similar expression on his own face, "Where has she been hiding that all this time!?"
"What are you guys talking about?" Rebecca shouted up to the announcer's booth, but soon her question was answered. She dropped her eyes when she felt something that was not supposed to be where it was pressing against a part of her that should not be touched by just anybody, and it made her gasp slightly, which should not have been done by anyone other than a lover.
When her eyes landed on the considerable bulge in the front of her shorts, she reached behind herself and grasped the licker's strong tongue and pulled it out of the leg of her shorts; "Get that thing away from there!"
"But you taste like che..."
The licker never got further than that.
"HENTAI!!! KIYA!!!" Rebecca yelled and spun around, and kicked the licker hard enough to shatter its jaw and sent it sprawling to the other side of the ring.
"Why you little!!!" the beast got to its feet, and jumped high into the air and landed on the young woman before ripping her clothing open with one razor sharp claw.
"NO!!!" Rebecca screamed and scrambled to regain some sort of modesty even as her nakedness was exposed for all to see.
The licker leered over her, its lipless grin widened and its tongue trailed itself along the swells of her breasts and down along her flat stomach.
Rebecca looked between the licker's legs and screamed in terror of what she saw there.
Nick and Johnny's eyes went wide at the scene before them. It had started almost twenty minutes ago, but it hadn't slowed in pace at all.
"OH GOD!!! PLEASE! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" Rebecca screamed from the mat.
"I GOT A LOT MORE IN ME, HONEY!" The licker shouted back.
Johnny and Nick's eyes widened with Rebecca's agonized grunts, and the licker's excited panting.
"This is inhuman!" Johnny shouted, "Someone save that woman!"
"How many times can he go?!" Nick yelled, "He must be on his 14th by now!"
"OH GOD! ITS SO HARD! PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!"
"YOU'LL TAKE IT AND LIKE IT!"
"You know," Jamie Madrox said, holding the video camera at the scene in front of him, "I'm surprised that thing hasn't broken in two now, just from the pounding its taking."
"OH GOD, LET ME GO! PLEASE! ITS TOO BIG!!! OW!!!"
"Oh, I have to remember that one," Jamie said and zoomed in on the action.
"Come on, licker! Shut that off and get on with the fight!" Nick Diamond called down to the ring.
"Oh sonofa..." licker grumbled, but paused his game of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City; where Tommy Vercetti was in the middle of bludgeoning yet another hooker to death with a baseball bat.
"But, I liked making up the voices for the hookers!"
"And you're very good at it, honey," the licker said.
Rebecca grinned, clearly missing the double meaning.
The cameras turned to the author, who scoffed at the reader, "What? You didn't think I'd let Rebecca get raped did you?" John scoffed again, "I like her too much for that."
Rebecca got to her feet, and yelped when her ruined cloths exposed her privates again; "This was my favorite outfit, PERVERT!"
She made her anger perfectly clear by flexing her muscular punting the licker clear out of the ring, where he landed against one of the doorways leading to the parking lots.
The licker got to its feet and glared at the young redhead; "You little tram-"
The beast was cut off when a car came crashing through the doors and squashed the licker under a tire. The door opened and a tall man stepped out, followed by a billowing cloud of smoke.
"What up, homies? Did I miss anything?" questioned the fashionably late Monoxide Child.
Mills Lane came up and examined the growing puddle of blood under the car; "And the winner is...the Blunt Mobile!"
"Well there you have it," Johnny Gomez said to the cameras, "Another great Deathmatch. Stick around because there's more carnage, coming up!"
No one noticed as Rebecca Chambers ran off towards an empty dressing room with her savior, Monoxide Child.
* * *
And yet another long over due chapter. If you got tired of waiting for this one, then check out Shakahnna's story Resident Evil Damnation.
Just make sure you'll have plenty of time to devote to it. Its worth it, I promise you.
'Till Next Time, ~John Damen