Spiked 
By Tania

Just a quick note to say, I don't usually tend to write sequels, 
especially to other people's stories, but if you glance at the 
original, you'll probably gather the whys and wherefores.

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc19/tania.txt

I'll also refrain from taking pains to question the motives of 
particular individuals, however, I'll just mention that as a big film 
fan, I like to browse through the imdb messageboards (and even 
occasionally contribute.)  One thing that I often see is how many 
people out there actually take the time and trouble to comment on 
films they didn't like/understand/appreciate.  (And being a fan of 
pretty way-out movies on the whole, it's something I see a fair bit.)

It always amazes me that people will happily waste so much of their 
time and effort on something they claim to care nothing about.  
Surely if they were truly so indifferent and superior, then the last 
thing they'd want to do is spend even more time complaining about a 
movie they'd rather forget.

Just an opinion of course.

(That fact that, by taking the time and trouble to write the tale 
that follows, I too am guilty of this, is an irony that has not 
escaped me.)

Anyway, enough with the bollocks, to the tale in question:

This is story about mixed wrestling.

The first person in the story is a girl named Tania.  She is, as has 
been mentioned, a dark-haired girl, 28 years old.  Her height is 
about 5 ft.  (maybe less), weight is about 100 lbs.  Tania's body 
measurements are => chest: 33'', waist: 23'', hips: 36''.

The second person is boy named Nick.  His blonde boy 17 years old.  
His height 6'3'', weight is 190 lbs.  Nick is Tania's neighbour.

One day came to Tania as she had asked him to come over house.

What the fuck?" Tania demanded.

Huh?  What?" say Nick who had bring MP3 of her favourite music and 
think they would listen nice.

Listen bitch" Tania hissed, "having fucked up fantasies is one thing, 
only to be expected with a geek like you, but keep them in your 
head."  She emphasised her point by jamming her thumb against the 
centre of his forehead, making him step back in shock.

What's wrong?" Nick ask all hurt expression.

But he could guess.  She held up an internet printout - less than two 
pages worth of tragically dire prose.  She regarded it and read from 
near the top.

Tell me Nick, Do you know such thing as wrestling?"

He began to blush.

Twenty-eight?" she demanded.

There was nothing he could say.  "Was trying to make it you not 
recognise" he insisted.

And you are nowhere near 190."

Something occurred to him then.  "How you find this?" he asked Tania.

Let's just say I know my around the internet" she say.  "So" she say 
"you want wrestle for real?"

OK" Nick say.

Then, I'm gonna change"

Tania entered her room and re-entered in 5 minutes. There was only a 
skimpy white blouse and shorts on her.

So let's begin" Tania said and quickly began to wrestle.

Nick was bigger than Tania and he reached down and grabbed her arm 
and twisted it.

He tried to make her cry out, tried to twist her arm behind her back 
but she grabbed his arm back instead and twisted his arm.

Nick realised for the first time that this wasn't as straightforward 
as he'd originally believed.  Gracefully, she eased her body around 
behind his, ripping his arm backwards, exposing a lithe strength in 
her willowy form that he would never have suspected.

She wrapped the arm tight against his shoulder blades, taking his 
elbow and shoving it upward.

Aiiiiiieeeeee" Nick screamed My arm! You're breaking it"

What are you saying? You want me to increase the tension? O.K." said 
Tania and increased the tension.

No, please, no! I can't take it anymore! God the pain! Aaaagghh!" 
Nick began to scream very loudly cos he felt a terrible pain at his 
arm.

After a minute of a torture Tania released him.

She flicked back her hair and gave him a shit-eating grin that was 
anything but Ladylike.  "How d'ya like that for women's wrestling?"

His anger was up now, and the pain had shot adrenalin through to his 
bones.  He leapt on her, his broad arms sweeping wildly.

Tania played it cool however, shaking her head with a sad and 
resigned expression on her face.  She brushed his rather pathetic 
flailing off, then retaliated with a sharp side-angled kick into his 
belly.

Nick went down hard, winded by her blow.

She backed off, waiting for him to recover enough to retaliate, 
wanting to see what he would do next.  Had he leant his lesson yet?  
In all honesty, she hoped he hadn't.  She had barely begun to have 
fun.

Clutching at his severely bruised gut, Nick managed to stagger back 
onto his feet.  She thought he would actually leave off then but the 
ugly expression of fury was still bristling within his eyes.  And so 
she knew it wasn't over yet.

Nick rushed at her, using his weight to its full advantage.  He made 
a grab for her throat, wrapping his heavy hands about her slim and 
delicate neck.

Tania clutched at his wrists, trying to lever his grip away from her 
windpipe but he stayed firm, trying to crush the very breath from her 
body.

They fought for dominance.  She could move with a speed and 
flexibility that was beyond him.  To defeat her, he was going to have 
to rely upon his strength.  She may be more supple than he, more 
agile and, it was becoming apparent, more skilful, but ultimately, 
this would be a battle of brawn.

And Tania confirmed the truth of this by squeezing down on her grip 
about his wrists, crushing tighter still, until both snapped, each 
with a brittle pop.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaugh" Nick screamed very loudly.  Then Tania pulled his 
hands off her.  

She swung her momentum forward, slamming a vicious headbutt into his 
face.  Despite the height differential, despite the bodyweight 
discrepancy, she threw enough power and precision into the blow to 
knock him back down onto his ass.

As she circled her felled foe, she noted with some satisfaction that 
she'd also shattered his nose in the act, splattering blood down his 
face and chest.

Tania kicked Nick over, little more than a careless prod of her foot 
in truth, but the fight was gone from him now.  He was already 
resigned to defeat, knowing that retaliation against this woman would 
be a futile gesture - not to mention a highly suicidal one.

She kicked him again, harder this time, knocking him over onto his 
face, so he lay flat out on his belly.

She climbed onto him then, sitting on his back and taking his busted 
wrists, one in each hand, and began to pull his arms back, lifting 
his fore-body off the floor.

I'm not up on wrestling terms" she told him.  "Obviously don't spend 
quite as many hours watching the WWF as you do.  This is called the 
surfboard isn't it?"

Aaaaaiiiieeeee" Nick was crying as his back almost broke.

"How do you like this you crass motherfucker?" she spat at him.  "You 
simple, crude, dumb piece of shit.  How fucking sexy is this now?"

And she turned up the volume a notch, leaning her weight back, 
curving his spine until she thought it would... 

The sound of his spine cracking vibrated through her thighs.  She 
felt his body spasm as the bones snapped, leaving him permanently 
paralysed.  She had to admit - it felt good.

Tania got up then, leaving him facedown on the floor, sobbing and 
gasping in pain and horror.

Tell me, what do you think of me now?" Tania said.

Bitch" he hissed, though in his broken and defeated state, it was 
more of a sigh.

Tania shrugged.  "Fine, be like that."

She decided his punishment wasn't quite complete.  If he wasn't going 
to express remorse or regret, then he was obviously irredeemable.  In 
which case...

He had thought his punishment was finally over.  He was wrong.  He 
had thought she would be content with irrevocably destroying his 
life, crippling him with a careless act of wanton violence.  He was 
wrong.  He had thought he'd suffered all the pain and indignity she 
could inflict upon his frail and breakable body.  He was wrong.

She stood above him, staring down at him in utter contempt.

Ever catch the movie Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill?" she asked him.  "I 
only ask because there's this one scene in it which I always kind of 
got off on."

She again took his broken wrists in her hands, lifting his arms up 
back behind him.  She placed her foot neatly between his shoulder 
blades and pulled his arms up tight, ready.

Say goodnight" she told him.

No, please, no"

But she flexed and cut short his pleas.

THIS IS A TRUE STORY.