The Homewreckening
by madison marbury
Lady wrestlers, spinach, and real estate speculation!


Kimberly squeezed her man's hand. "Any regrets?" she asked.

The two of them looked long and hard at the house they just bought. It was old
and charming. It was old and falling apart.

"Not a one," said "Diamond" Dallas Page, lovingly. "Now let's you and I fix
ourselves a house."

Kim picked up her husband's toolbox. "It's a big job for two people," she
said, heading to the front door.

"Hey, that's the best part," her husband said. "Got a surprise for you."

They walked up the rickety porch stairs, and opened the door. Kim did a
quadruple take. In the hallway, clad only in cut-off jeans and a dirty, torn
t-shirt, was a busty Asian woman leaning over the top of a ladder to paint the
moldings. Her cleavage was prominently displayed at Dallas's eye level. "Hey
ya, neighbor," she cooed sexily.

Kim knew that voice anywhere. "Chae?!" she said too loud. She turned on
Dallas. "What-" she caught herself before she cursed- "sweetie, what is that
woman doing in our house?"

"She's our neighbor, silly!" Dallas said. "Remember I told you an old friend
in the business had told me about this place? Well, guess what?"

Chae twiddled her fingers. "Me!" she admitted proudly. "I own the Tudor next
door. I knew Diamond D was looking, and when this place went on the market I
just couldn't let him pass up the opportunity."

"Chae even offered to help us get the place fixed up!" Dallas said proudly.
"Cool huh?"

Kim bit her tongue. There were a dozen things she didn't like about this, most
of them one bit. One of Dallas's charms, and flaws, was his tendency to assume
the best in people. Judging from the way she was sticking her chest out, Chae
was about to severely test that theory.

"Well, no sense chatting the day away!" Dallas said. "Better get to work. Call
if you girls need help."

Kim glared at Chae, as the hell bitch lustily stared at Dallas's tight butt as
it climbed the stairs. "Hey! Eyes front, you!" Kim snapped.

Chae grinned innocently. "Just wanted to see what brand of jeans he was
wearing."

"Bullshit. You just 'happened' to know we were looking for a house, huh? And
the one next to you just 'happened' to be for sale?"

Chae laughed. "Oh, Kim, why so jealous? I mean, Dallas loves you, right? He
knows how ... er.. handy you are, right? He'd never so much as look as clumsy,
plain, little old me."

"Damn straight," Kim barked. "So go ahead, knock yourself out, fix up our
house for us. Do it topless if you want! Dallas doesn't love you, and he never
ever will. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bathroom to grout."

Kim left the hall. Chae watched her go, grinning so evilly she grew devil
horns from her forehead.

In the bathroom, Kim was whistling a tune, happy in her dirty overalls, using
a tiny grout saw to remove the top layer of grime from the floor. Oh, Dallas
is going to be so happy when I finish, she thought. There's nothing he likes
more than a clean tile floor.

"Oh Kiiiim," Chae yelled up the stairs. "Are you sure you don't need any help
up there?!"

Kim gritted her teeth resentfully. The last thing she wanted was that
meddlesome bitch getting underfoot. And she sure as hell wasn't going to let
Dallas think that she needed help from that boob- then she'd be in their house
all the time! "No thank you, Chae!" she yelled back. "I can do it myself!"

"OK!" the strumpet shouted. "Then I'll just paint this little area of the wall
... down here where Dallas can see me!" She shrugged her shoulders and giggled
as she winked at D, who smiled back at ther.

Kim growled. Was she just outsmarted by that bimbo? No way. Besides, she was
just about done here- one last section to clean out, then she'll apply a layer
of fresh, clean grout.

Kim resumed her whistling. Behind her, on the counter, a sinister hand grabbed
her can of grout, and replaced it with something else ...

In a few minutes, Kim cheerfully popped open her can, and slathered the
contents into the cracks of the tiles. "Dallas sweetie!" she called
downstairs. "Come up and see your new bathroom!"

Dallas appeared in the doorway, with a giggling Chae clinging to his shoulder.
He looked impressed. "Well will you look at that!" he said with a whistle.
"See, what did I tell you, Chae? My girl Kim does a job right every time!"

And with that he took a step into the bathroom, and his foot slipped out from
under him. Panicked, he slapped his other foot down, but that slipped as well.
Soon he was careening out of control across the bathroom floor. Kim was aghast
as her husband flew face-first into the towel rack, bouncing his head into the
open toilet, whose seat fell and cracked him on the back of the skull.
Horrified, Kim got his head out, as birds flew around his head, and he spit
out blue water.

"Sweetie!" Kim cried. "What- what happened?!"

"I'll tell you what happened," said Chae in shock, holding up the can. "This
isn't grout. It's Crisco!"

Kim boggled in disbelief. "What- but- that wasn't there a second ago!"

"No, no, it's OK, dear" Dallas said, shaking his jhead clear. "It was.. just a
little accident, is all. You didn't mean it, honey. Just be more careful next
time."

Chae snatched Dallas out of a confused Kim's hands. "Come here D," she cooed.
"You poor thing. You're so forgiving. Let's get you some ice for that bump."

Kim seethed as the bitch led her man out of the room. Now she looked like an
idiot. Well, the only way to redeem herself was to work twice as hard. She
recalled there was a brand new window that needed to be brought up the
bedroom, and it was awfully heavy. She'd show that hussy- she'd carry that
window up all by herself!

"Oh Kiiiim," Chae yelled as Kim approached the new window. "Are you sure you
don't need any help with that?!"

Kim practically sneered. She'd lifted twice as heavy when she was training for
the ring. "No THANK you, Chae," she said. "I can do it MYSELF."

"OK!" the strumpet crowed. "I'll just stay here with Dallas and make sure his
vision isn't getting blurry!"

Kim picked up the window. It was very bulky and super-heavy, but she was
managing. She grunted and edged her way to the stairs. Man, she thought, this
would so much easier if I could see where I was going ...

At the top of the stairs, a sinister hand shoved a small, shiny ball bearing
on the floor.

Kim struggled and grunted and sweated and labored. Her thighs and calves
burned with every step, lugging the window up the stairs.

"Kim!" she heard her husband call to her. She craned her neck back. Dallas was
at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her in panic. "Don't! That's very
heavy! You'll hurt yourself!"

But she was strong enough, damn it. Just watch me, Dallas Page, she thought,
watch your incredibly tough wife carry this thing all the way up the stairs.
Just one ... more ... step ...

Her foot landed on the ball bearing.

The effect was immediate. Her foot flew. She fell backwards. She desperately
tried to regain her balance, but the window was heading toward her, and it was
all she could do to duck her head under it before it killed her. The window
passed over her and crashed directly on top of Dallas, shattering into a
million pieces with a deafening crash.

And then Kim fell on top of both of them.

"Oh Dallas!" Chae screamed, using a two-by-four to club Kim out of the way
like a golf ball before prying the window off of him. "Are you all right?"

Page rubbed his head, unsteadily. "Er ... whoa. Yeah, I ... I'm OK. It was an
accident. That's all"

"A damn careless accident!" Chae spat. "That wife of yours is going to kill
you to death!"

Chae led Kim's husband away, while Kim grit her teeth and seethed.

Soon Dallas had recovered enough to start work on installing the chandelier in
the dining room. He ascended the ladder with a screwdriver, but forgot
something. "Shoot," he said. "Forgot to turn off the circuit breaker."

"I'll do it, sweetie," Kim said eagerly. "I'll do it. I can do it."

D stopped halfway down the ladder and strared at her. "You're sure?" he said
hesitantly. "There won't be any more ... accidents"

Kim was insulted. "I think I can flip a switch, thank you very much!" she
said, stomping off tohe cellar. On her way she passed Chae, leaning against
the cellar door. "Oh Kiiiiiiiim," she said with a wicked smile.

Kim got in her face. "Don't test me, fucker," she hissed. "I don't know how,
but I know YOU had something to do with all this. And before you even think of
asking, no THANK you. I can do it myself. It's a fucking switch."

Kim shrugged and got out of her way. She even opened the door for her.
"Whatever you say," she sang. Kim went down the cellar- or rather, fell down
with a crash. Kim grinned, and closed the cellar door, picking up the top step
which she had removed previously, and sauntering over to the hunky, hunky
Dallas.

In the dark cellar, Kim groggily got up off the floor. Oh, when we are done I
am going to kick that skank's butt from here to eternity, she thought to
herself angrily. But first, the switch. She got her flashlight out of her
pocket, and turned it on.

She froze. There, looming over her and scowling was ...

"B-" she managed to get out before he put his hand over her mouth and grabbed
her.

"Kim?" Dallas called down. "You all right/"

"Yeeees!" the large man called up in a ridiculous high-pitched voice that
couldn't have fooled an idiot.

Dallas shrugged. "Well you had me fooled," he said with a smile. "Is the power
off?"

Kim gulped. The thug had her flashlight, and was using it to point to the
fusebox, where the power was most definitely on.

"Yeeeees!" he called back up again. "Off it iiiiis!"

"OK, then I'm just going to poke my metal screwdriver into the socket which I
assume is dead because you've told me so in your funny new voice!"

The thug grinned, and threw Kim against the wall.

"Buff Bagwell!" she spat.

"You shut your mouth, ya little whore," he hissed, raising his hand and
slapping her again. "Ain't nothing you can do about it now. Any second now,
your hubby's gonna get the shock o fhis life. Then when he's flat on his back,
Chae's gonna mount up and have her way with him. And then, maybe, if you're
nice, you and I can get to some buff lovin' of our own. Aw yeah!"

"I'll kill you first!"

Bagwell grinned, and flexed. "Hoo, you know me, honey. I like it rough, tough
and buff!"

Oh, god, thought Kim. Bagwell was still an ass, but he also still had an
awesome body, chiseled with big, hard, muscles, earned the new-fashioned way:
from gobs of unhealthy chemicals that screwed with his brain. Bagwell grinned
malevolently and slowly leaned over to kiss her. Kim blindly flailed around,
trying to find a weapon, anything to hit him with. On a dusty shelf lay a big
can. She grabbed it with two hands, and swung wildly at his head.

Upstairs, at that very moment, Dallas inserted his screwdriver into the live
socket, and received 120 volts of electrical death. He shuddered, smoldered,
and lit up like a Christmas tree before falling to the floor.

Chae clasped her hands in glee as she rushed to his side. "Oh, Big D! You
poor, well-endowed, deep-fried hunk of a man! Betrayed by your own wife, what
was supposed to love you, and almost killed you! Why, you just lay down while
I give you ... my own special kind of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!".

The can hit Bagwell square in the head with a thunk, causing a big dent in
both. He took a step back, shook his head clear, and got mad, grabbing the can
away. "Rough and tough, baby?!" he screamed. "That's how you want it?! Huh?! I
can do that double!" And he proceeded to beat Kim repeatedly in the head with
the can. Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound!

Kim was felled from the first blow, but still they came hard and fast. Her
beautiful face was quickly replaced with a mass of blackish brusies,
lacerations, broken teeth and ugly swelling. The can was beaten so hard, it
had started to burst at the seams. Bagwell held it over her head for a moment.
"All the same to me, honey," he said with a sadistic grin. "I can go on like
this all night. And ain't nothing you can do about it. Because I'm buff and
you're fluff. Heh heh heh. Now let's put that mouth of yours to good use,
shall we?"

Unseen to Bagwell, a dark juice dripped from the can he was holding over her.
It dripped into Kim's face. It was salty and it stung. She forced open a
swollen eye to get a look at the can. Her flashlight, now on the floor lying
on a stray brick, shone on the can label. It read simply, SPINACH.

Bagwell clutched the can so hard, its contents started to pour out the gash in
its side. Kim saw it, and with a moan of pain, struggled to open her mouth
wide. This sight made Bagwell smile for the last time in this story.

The spinach fell into Kim's mouth. She chewed three times and swallowed.

Bagwell could have sworn he heard a brass section play a familiar cartoon
theme, but that was probably his imagination- just a side effect from being
conked in the head. Wow, maybe that knock to his skull was harder than he
thought, because now he was hallucinating. Kim was supposed to be still
sprawled on the floor, a broken, powerless wreck begging him to stop hurting
her. That's where every bitch wound up when they didn't know their place. So
it just didn't make any sense at all that, with a single powerful kick of her
legs, Kim snapped to her feet so fast and hard she sent Bagwell flying
backwards onto his ass. She towered over him, standing strong, clenched fists
raised in fighting position. Her face was perfect- perfect! He'd just spent a
solid minute beating the snot out of her. How could there suddenly be not a
mark on her face which he had just spent so much time and effort destroying?
That face was radiant, perfect, youthful. In fact all of Kim's taut, smooth
skin seemed to glow with so much youth and vigor, the basement had no more
need of a flashlight.

Bagwell shook his head as if to dislodge some cotton. None of this made sense.
Suddenly Kim had a chiseled six-ack of abs. Her shoulders looked like she was
wearing shoulder pads. Her chest had deeper cleavage. Her arms looked rock
hard and chiseled, as if she'd spent twenty years fighting for her life and
winning. This must be a hallucination; why would she be scowling at him rather
than cowering in fear?

"You want to try that again, punk?" dared this hallucination of Kimberly. She
slapped him so hard he nearly fell back to the floor. "Come on, ya limp dick!
No wonder you need steroids; you punch worse than a girl!"

Buff gathered himself and growled. No one talked to him that way, not even
figments of his own imagination! He threw a punch. Kim ducked it easily and
shot a job to his midsection that doubled him over. He clutched his stomach in
disbelief, as Kim grabbed his head and drove it into the floor with a DDT.

"You gonna get back up?" she smacktalked, dancing around him. "Huh? C'mon, you
big pussy, you're as bad at getting yourself up as you are in getting your
dick up."

Bagwell got himself off the floor, woozy, trying to follow Kim as she slowly
circled him. She threw jabs to his face that were so fast he couldn't block
them. "See? In and out," she taunted as she punched. "Slowly at first, then
harder and faster. It's your first time, so I'm sure this is all new to you.
Just lay back and let me do the work."

She unleashed a flurry of right and lefts. Bagwell flailed his arms in a
completely ineffective attempt to block some of the blows. All of them landed.
In short order Bagwell's face was puffy and bloody, and his hands hung at his
sides, as he lost the strength to keep them up, and began to moan absently.
Kim just started laughing at him. "Aw, c'mon, don't go droopy on me now. Get
it up!" She threw a single fierce uppercut that straightened him stiff as a
board. He teetered, then fell backwards and crashed to the floor, birds
tweeting around his head. "Aw, all tuckered out?" Kim laughed, putting her
hand on her hip and letting her taut, muscled body tower over him. "Well, you
get your rest. I got a thing or two to say to your old lady."

Upstairs, Chae had straddled the smoking, barely conscious Dallas. She was ten
seconds into her first deep French kiss when she heard a horrible racket
downstairs. "Wow, Bagwell's really laying into your old lady," she told the
moaning Page. "Sounds like he's killing her."

She tenderly grabbed his face. "That makes me so hot!" she said, forcing her
tongue in his mouth. "Mm, I want your baby, Dallas!" She blindly groped at his
pants and forced them down. The bottle of Viagra she had forced down his
throat had done its thing. "Oo, you're so big and hard,"she swooned.. She
lifted her skirt and began to lower herself in position. "So big and hard!"

A throat cleared behind her. Chae swiveled her head, furirous at the
interruption. Kim swung a single punch to the jaw that socked Chae off her
husband, across the room and into a pile of paint cans. Chae lay there, dazed,
covered sloppily in yellow, blue and red paint. Kim sauntered into the room as
she came to.

"You like them big and hard, huh?" Kim taunted. She sexily knelt down over
Chae, shoving her cleavage in her face. She touched her chin, gently, and
lifted it into her smiling gaze. With a cock of her head, she prompted the
groggy Chae to look over to her arm, which she extended. "Watch this." She
scowled and started to slowly flex, almost as if to some unseen drumroll. Her
bicep rose like a powerful battleship slowly approaching from over the
horizon. Chae was startled back to full consciousness as the bicep rose bigger
and harder. At half-flex it was already two inches over her arm; at two-thirds
it was bigger than Chae's entire head. At full flex Chae was quivering in
fear; the bicep was so large, it put Scott Steiner to shame.

"Is that big and hard enough for ya?!" Kim challenged, thrusting the muscle
into Chae's simpering face.. Kim radiated so much power and menace, Chae's
hair turned white, her skin wrinkled, and she she fell on her knees and
pleaded like a cowering, whimpering bitch. "No, no, please," Chae blubbered.
"D-d-don't, I'll be good, I'll go away, please, you just can't!"

But Kim had no mercy. "I can," she said, grabbing Chae's now-white hair by the
roots and yanked her yelping to her feet.. "I will," she said with a sneer,
reaching out and clutching Chae right breast in an iron grip. "And you asked
for it." With that, Kim squeezed and twisted Chae's breast. Chae squealed in
torment, and was rewarded by ten bullet-like jabs to her face. The power of
each blow drove Chae's body away, but Kim kept that vice-like grip on her
breast. Finally Kim let go, and with an almost elastic-like snap, Chae
collapsed to the floor. Gasping, she checked herself, and screamed. Her right
breast had been twisted and stretched to twice the size of her left. Kim
kindly held a hand mirror in front of her face, which was now a mass of black
eyes, puffy broken nose, and hideous missing teeth.

"Not bad for a start," Kim taunted, "now let's see how you like the old
one-two. Here's one!" She reared back and socked Chae so hard, she went flying
butt-first in the wall, where she stuck, hanging there lifelessly. Kim
charged. "And I owe you two!" she said, delivering an uppercut that drove her
cleanly through the wall. Chae lay moaning in pain in the rubble of the next
room. Kim chuckled, sauntering into the room as she came to. "Say, now you're
REALLY a homewrecker! Argh argh argh!" she laughed.

Time for the finishing move, Kim thought, getting up in Kim ugly, beaten,
groggy face. "Where do you get off, bitch?!" Kim said, spitting in her face as
she whimpered. Kim grabbed her by the midsection as she squealed and kicked
for mercy. "I'll tells ya- you're getting off right here and NOW!"

And with that Kim threw Chae up in the air, and as she descended, threw a
titanic uppercut right up under Chae's skirt and into her wet, trembling
pussy. Kim's arm actually disappeared up to her elbow before the force blasted
Chae back up a squishy pop, and propelled her straight overhead. It was like
being fucke d by a rocket. Chae squealed, barely had time to process whether
that was pleasure or pain before the top of her head cracked horribly against
the ceiling. She winced, and fell back down, where Kim reared back and
delivered the exact same vaginal punch. Chae gasped in terror, pain and
ecstasy, and then she was airborne again, crashing into the ceiling. On and on
and on it went; soon Chae was so confused she didn't know why she was
screaming. "Aah! Ooof! AAH! OOF! AAH! OOF!" After ten minutes, when she truly
didn't know whether she was cumming or going, Kim finished her off, kissing
her own fist before unleashing a punch so mighty to blasted Chae through the
wall, across the yard, and into Chae's own house with such force it brought
the whole structure down on top of the skank like a wrecking ball hit it.
There she lay, crying like a baby over the ruins of her own house.

Kim leaned out the window and chuckled at the rubble. "Well that showed her!"
she thought to herself. "She'll think twice about darkening our door again!"
Kim walked back to check on Dallas. She lifted him up strongly in her arms,
still feeling the rush from the spinach. He was still out from the electric
shock ... and still up from the Viagra. "Hmm," thought Kim, admiring her
husband's member as it protruded in front of her face. "Maybe I should run up
and down his flagpole and see if he salutes, hmm?"

She ran carrying him to the bedroom. When Dallas came to, he almost passed out
again from excitement.