Melissa's Rage Continues.  
By the Moronic yet Adorable Madman 



Melissa here. I just had an experience that totally pissed me off, but I dealt
with it my favorite way-outright sadism and beating the hell out of some jerk.
Madman wants to present one of his pointless raves before I start, but I told
him to shut the fuck up and tell my story.

Nobody gives a shit about Madman, this story is all about me. I would be fine
without Madman, but he would be most unhappy without me. I am well established
as a fictional character as well as a skilled and brutal wrestler. One does
not need multiple, or even new stories written about them to be remembered as
a protagonist. Many well known fictional characters are remembered for only
one story. These memorable characters include Hamlet, Tom Sawyer, Holden
Caulfied and even a whale named after a venerial disease, Moby Dick.

I have been the protagonist in many stories, totally unnecessary to make me a
memorable fictional character. One , or maybe two stories, would be sufficient
to establish me a a highly skilled, but brutal and very sadistic female
wrestler.

However, this is not the case with Madman. He is totally dependent on me to
provide stories for him. He totally lacks the creativity and the intelligence
to create another protagonist. He claims that he needs the contributers
membership to this website because he doesn't want to get "outed" by his wife
for his perverted fetishes. If he paid by credit card, she would know.

This, like everything that idiot says is pure bullshit. He could get a money
order and send that. He is just too cheap to do that. It is highly unlikely
that his wife would figure it out, because she is an idiot. Who, but an idiot,
would agree to marry Madman?

Anyways, it's time to tell the latest incident in my fictional life. Don't be
surprised if it involves me beating the crap out of some guy. It's what I do;
it's what I love . It's why you read my stories. It's why I exist.

I was alone in our house when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the
door, I saw an average looking man in his mid forties He said his name was
Pete Morris and that he was Zack's father. He entered my house without
permission and asked me where Zack was and what I had done to him.

.

I was really pissed off that he was here. I wasn't going to tell him anything.
"How the fuck should I know? He's your son," I responded sharply.

The man continued. "I hadn't heard from him for quite a while and was
concerned about him. So I came to the university to check it out. Talking to
people on campus led me here. So I know your hiding something from me. So
talk, young lady."

I wasn't about to take that crap from him or anybody else. I raised my arms in
a fighting position, crouched down and prepared to attack.

"Hold on young lady, the jerk said. I'm not here to fight I'm here to find out
about Zack,"

I replied " Good, I'll fight and you just feel the pain. And you're going to
feel a lot of it!" I stiffened my fingers and shot them right into his throat.
Pete started choking and coughing while doubling over in pain. I thrust my
knee up hard into his jaw and he fell back against the wall. I already had him
and intended to work him over thoroughly.

I aimed a spinning back kick right into his balls and connected perfectly. My
victim screamed and fell to the floor clutching those battered balls. The man
rwas totally defeated and helpless. I licked my lips in anticipation of the
pain I was going to inflict on the jerk. He wanted to know about Zack, let him
experience it first hand.

I started stomping his whole body very methodically. As always, every move I
made was to create more pain for him. I stomped every part of him, his legs,
belly, chest, arms and head. He laid still in obvious pain and blood was
trickling from his nose it was time to subject him to a beautiful series of
tough submission holds.

He looked so frightened and so helpless that I really had to think about which
hold to start with. I wasn't considering extending any mercy, of course, I
just realized that I could easily apply any hold. The question was which one
would create the most pain.

I decided to work on his back. When one has an injured back, any kind of
movement is painful. But I wanted to rough him up a little more first. Pete
was lying on his back when I gave him a nice knee drop to the guy. He started
gasping for air so I jammed my shin down across his throat. Now he was really
struggling to breathe , so I leaned more weight on his neck and fired a series
of hard punches to his abdomen. By the time I let up, he was wheezing and
having great trouble breathing.

Now I was going to really work over his lower back. That is very effective
with older guys. Hopefully, I can pave the way for chronic back trouble for
Zack's father. It would be hard for him to deal with for the rest of his
miserable worthless life. I was really starting to hate this guy

I rolled him over belly side down to expose his back to me. I started the
festivities with a series of good knee drops, all to the same spot on his
lower back. Then I ground my knuckles up and down his spine.

I could tell his back was in pain and that drew me in like chum to a shark.
Straddling the fool's back, I licked my arms around his lower legs and leaned
back with a perfectly applied Boston crab. I loved hearing his screams of pain
while I leaned back further to maximize the pressure on his back.

I finally released my hold and my victim was in severe pain. I was starting to
really enjoy myself. I stood up and gave him give him a series of elbow drops.
all to the same spot on his lower back. Then I hauled him up and draped his
back over my muscular thigh. I pushed down with both hands to pressure my
backbreaker.

This is a great hold, but most wrestlers don't apply it correctly. It takes
proper technique and a lot of strength to maximize the effect of it. First of
all you want to set his lower back over your thigh, not the middle of his
back. This will put most of his weight above that point as his spindly legs
with far less than his upper body and head.

As a result, to apply the hold properly, tremendous force must be used when
pushing his thighs down. Make sure your strongest arm is employed, in my case,
being right handed, I used my right. The best thing about this excrutiating
hold is that I get to stare down at Pets's face and enjoy watching him suffer.
His face was all reddened and teary. It looked beautiful to me

I kept this hold on for quite a while.

I finally rolled the jerk off my leg and watched him write in pain on the
floor. I spoke to him in a harsh threatening voice.

"This is a sample of what happens if anyone tries to interfere. If a cop or
anyone else bothers me about this, a member of your family will pay for it.
Either myself or friends of mine will attack either your wife or your mother
and break both her arms and both her legs in a slow tortuous manner. To show
you that I'm serious, I'm going to break your arm right now."

I felt great. I had just beaten the crap out of this jerk and now I was going
to injure him. I doubt that I'll hear from him ever again after this. I
casually rolled him over to his belly and mounted his lower back. Then I
slowly locked his left arm in a kamura. That's like a hammerlock, except the
arm is pulled away from his back as well as up it. It's like a hammerlock on
steroids.

I slowly increases the pressure until I sensed that I was about to destroy his
shoulder and then backed off the pressure just a tiny bit. This hold is so
painful that I wanted to enjoy subjecting him to it for a couple minutes at
least. Then, suddenly, I put full power into my kimura and heard something
snap and a loud scream. Obviously, that hold had done it's job, but I wasn't
done with him yet

I rolled him over to his back and gave him a hard punch to his belly just for
a little extra fun. He was winded again even though he already was totally
incapable of defending himself. Now I took my time, almost casually scissoring
his arm to bend it down over my thigh in a classic armbar. It's very easy to
break arm with this hold, so I increased the pressure very gradually. As with
the kimura, when I felt I was reaching the breaking point, I maintained that
amount of pressure for a good five minutes. It was so much fun maximizing the
punishment with such a painful hold

Finally, I gave a hard jerk to his trapped arm and heard the beautiful
combination of his arm snapping and Mr Morris screaming. It was so much fun
that I continued to work my hold for several more minutes.

I thought I had done a pretty thorough job of working Pete over and giving him
a taste of what would happen if anyone ever hassled me again. But I wanted to
leave him with a stronger message to be sure the jerk understood. Besides, I
was having a great time.

I grasped his left wrist and raised his hand upwards. With my other hand, I
took hold of his pinkie finger and ent it back till it snapped. Then I worked
toward his index finger, slowly and deliberately breaking each one. Now I
could e certain that I would never hear from Mr Morris again, but I still had
to figure out what to do with him

There was a hospital less than a mile and half away, so I dragged him by his
broken arm out to his car and pushed him in. Then I drive to the hospital and
pulled in a parking spot where nobody was around. Then I pushed him out of his
car to the asphalt. Just for fun, I locked his keys in the car. Then o headed
home with a fast jog. I would be away from the hospital before anyone say Me
Morris and home in no more than seven minutes.

I'm kind of glad the jerk visited today. It gave me something fun to do.

This is Madman. I'm appalled by this story. I'm a fan of mixed wrestling
domination I'm aware that it involves punishing the victim more than necessary
to win and refusing to accept submissions at times.

Bit Melissa has gone way too far. She is guilty of criminal assault. Her goal
is not victory or domination, but rather to deliberately injure her victim. I
find that disgusting and wish that I did it have to write about it

But as you probably know, I am scared to death of her. Due to mental illness
and autism, I have trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy. Sometimes I
wake up in the middle of the night, trembling and shaking in fear that Melissa
is going to attack me. I have no idea how to deal with that situation

Melissa was wrong about one thing. She said her legacy was set as a skilled,
brutal and sadistic wrestler. She alluded to the fact that other characters,
such as Hamlet and Tom Sawyer have their legacies set for eternity with far
fewer stories than she has

What she doesn't realize is that those characters are done. Nobody is going to
write a story using those fictional characters again. But, Melissa is a
current character. If I wrote a story where 98 pound weakling totally
dominated her in a wrestling match, her reputation would be destroyed. If I
wasn't so afraid of her, I would write that story. I don't know where things
will go from here, but if Melissa continues this kind of behavior, someone
could actually get killed