A Pissed Off Melissa Speaks Out
By Madman the Moron



It's been a while since I have been in one of Madman's stories, as he has been
writing idiotic rants recently instead of stories about my friends and I
beating the shit out of boys. Actually, that's a good thing , because his
stories are so poorly written that I'm embarrassed to be in them. I have
starred in more Madman stories than anyone, and I'm sick of it. I am a
sadistic bully and a strong skilled wrestler, but I want the descriptions of
my exploits to be coherent and well written. This can only happen if I can get
a better writer to write my stories

The only way I can find another writer is to demonstrate how brutally and
completely I can demolish a guy in a wrestling match. Then, hopefully, one of
the other writers who writes wrestling stories will want me to star in them.
That way, I can get far better stories depicting how and why I beat the shit
out of some schmoe.

This is absurdly simple to arrange. All I have to do is bring our slave
houseboy, Zack, down to the basement and wrestle him as brutally as possible.
I'll do it all by myself, not teaming up with any of my friends or using any
instruments of torture other than my own body

Even if I don't get picked up by another writer, I'm going to enjoy this
immensely. There is nothing better than beating the crap out of some guy,
making him beg and cry, while just piling on the punishment and subjecting him
to the most pain possible. Having sex with them is fun, but beating them up is
way more fun. Putting some arrogant asshole in his place is my favorite thing
to do.

I ordered Zack to come down to the basement and I could tell by the fear in
his face that he knew he was in for a beating. He didn't know how rough on him
I was going to be, but he would very soon. I told him upfront how I was really
going to work him over to try and hook up with a better writer. Zack said that
this was a rare one on one fight, as we usually ganged up on him. The fool
said he might even beat me this time.

I could barely restrain myself from laughing and I informed him that he might
get injured this time. Normally, I inflict pain on my victims without
seriously injuring them. Of course, I have accidentally injured them before. I
have cracked ribs with my body scissors and dislocated elbows with armbars. I
have also broken bones with hammerlocks and wrist locks. This time, although
my goal was not to injure Zack, but I didn't care if I did. The important
thing was to really make the jerk suffer.

Zack said "Even if you do beat me up, it will be your last time and things
will get better for me."

I couldn't help laughing at him and I said ".You're not only a wimp, but
you're an idiot as well. You're even stupider than Madman. If I don't get
picked up by a better writer, I'm going to be pissed as hell and I'll take it
out on you. If I do end up with a better writer, I might take you with me. A
better writer could describe it better and make you endure much more pain. If
I am picked up and you stay here, my sister Shannon and all my college friends
are also going to want a better writer. So they will beat the hell out of you,
trying to do what I did. So you see, dear Zack, no matter what happens, you're
going to get the shit beat out of you. So let's stop talking and get on with
it."

I could see the fear in Zack's eyes as I stood in front of him in my blue
bikini and flexed my biceps. I just stared at him and smiled, enjoying his
terror. I knew I had him beat before I even touched him. I glared at him and
Zack kept focused on my eyes. Bad mistake, my eyes were one of my few body
parts that couldn't hurt him. I thrust my knee up full force into his left
thigh. I planned on starting out on his already sore left leg.

Zack grabbed his sore thigh and howled. I calmly drove my shoulder into his
midsection, wrapped him up with my arms and tackled him roughly down to the
mat. "I'm so glad you're fighting back Zack, it makes it so much more
challenging," I taunted. I quickly covered him and used my powerful legs to
grapevine his. I wasn't about to play around with Zack by increasing and
decreasing the pressure at my whim this time. Applying full power immediately,
I had him in extreme agony. With my weight on him and my hands holding his
firmly against the mat, Zack couldn't even move, not one bit.

This put tremendous pressure on his already injured left leg. Zack was already
begging me for mercy and I was just getting started. I ignored his request and
put all my concentration into powering my hold and I kept the pressure on for
several minutes. When I finally released my hold, Zack reached down to grab
his now very sore left knee.

I decided to keep working on that knee. I had already disabled the leg, but I
wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to inflict major pain on him. I
absolutely love working on legs and don't understand why so many wrestlers
ignore them and just concentrate on scissor holds, pins and maybe a few arm
locks. The legs contain the largest muscles in the lbody, so straining or
spraining them creates more pain than doing it to a smaller muscle. Also legs
are slow to heal. One can function pretty well if one arm is disabled. You can
do most things with just one arm. However, only one leg is pretty useless, it
takes both of them to walk.

I spread Zack's legs apart and sat between them, facing his aching left leg.
Reaching behind me, I immobilized his right leg by holding it firmly down with
both my hands. Then I placed my left leg against the inner thigh of his left
leg and my right foot directly on the inside of his sore knee. Now, I had him
set up for a real punishing hold. All I had to do was push hard with both my
legs like I was on a leg press machine.

Obviously, I had not only a huge advantage in strength, as my muscular legs
could easily overpower Zack's spindly legs even when they were uninjured. I
also had a big advantage in leverage. So, it only took a small percentage of
my strength to not only painfully spread his legs, but also to continue my
merciless attack on his knee. But since I wanted to maximize his beating, I
didn't use only a small percentage of my strength. Rather, I pushed out both
of my legs with full power. I could sense a strain or hopefully a sprain on
his left groin. I usually didn't apply full strength to my holds, but just
enough to hurt and dominate my victim. It felt great to use all my power and
totally decimate them. I maintained this hold a few minutes longer than
necessary to achieve full effect, just because I was really enjoying myself.
This was definitely the worst beating I had ever given Zack or any boy, ever.

I was still not done with his left leg. You might say I was being overly cruel
and sadistic, but that was exactly my intent. I stood up and smiled down at
Zack as he grabbed his damaged knee and writhed in agony. I couldn't resist
asking him, "So how do you feel now Zack? We're just getting started." Zack
was groaning in pain and unable to reply.

I had focused my attack solely on his left leg for about fifteen minutes, but
I was not done with it yet. It's weakness and injured state just made it a
more appealing target for me. Zack was totally defenseless, so I could use any
technique I wanted. Naturally, I wanted to use the ones that would be the most
painful for him.

Grabbing that same left leg, I jerked it sharply, forcing Zack to roll over to
his stomach. Then, stepping over his thigh, I grabbed his ankle and crouched
down while pulling back to apply a perfect half Boston crab. This put a lot of
pressure on Zack's lower back, but it also strained his quad. This is a
dangerous hold, capable of causing a major injury, but I didn't care as I dug
my heels into the mat and pulled back hard.

After finally releasing this hold, I had one more attack on Zack's left leg in
mind. With him still on his belly, I laced my arms around his lower leg and
grabbed his foot. Then I pulled back with an ankle crank that not only
tortured his Achilles' tendon, it also forced his calf muscle to violently
contract and become strained.

I stepped back for a moment to admire my work. Zack was in agony, with tears
streaming down his reddened face and grasping his injured knee. It was now
time to work over other parts of his body. His leg would stiffen up in a few
minutes, making it even more capable of feeling pain if I chose to go back to
it

Before I relate the next part of this totally one sided wrestling match, I
would like other writers, who happen to be reading this, to note how skilled,
brutal and sadistic I am. Imagine what you, as a far better writer than
Madman, could do with me as your protagonist

Besides continuing to demolish Zack as cruelly and brutally as possible, I'm
going to taunt and trash talk him as well. Bear in mind that this dialogue is
written by Madman, so it might be mediocre at best. Now imagine how good,
sarcastic and humiliating it could be with a better writer.

Zack was still laying on his stomach and without the use of his left leg, I
doubted that he could even roll over. He was totally defenseless and I
intended to take advantage of that and to continue to pour on the punishment.
I casually straddled his back, facing his head, and forced both his arms up
his back with a double hammerlock. My strength advantage was more than
sufficient to apply the hold with only one of my arms against each of his puny
ones.

I eased up just slightly on his left arm and asked him, "Which arm hurts
worse, dear, your left or your right?"

Zack grunted out, "The right one, I guess." Then I put increased pressure on
his left arm and repeated the question. It's so much fun being cruel. Then I
put a lot of pressure on both arms and enjoyed hearing Zack scream and beg for
mercy.

"I'll give you a break," I told him. "Just count from one to one hundred and I
will release my hold." Zack started counting and as he got close to the end, i
increased the pressure just short of the point I would break his arms. Ten
seconds later, I reapplied my hammerlocks.

Zack complained "You said you would release the hold when I finished
counting."

Calmly, I replied. "I did release it. I didn't say I wouldn't reapply it. I
laughed as I put the highest level of power into my punishing holds. "I give
you another break," I informed my victim. "Count backwards from one hundred to
one and I will release my hold and not use it again today,"

Again Zack was forced to count while I kept him in excrutiating pain. When he
got down to about fifteen, I told him that I couldn't understand him and told
him to repeat the number. This added another ten or fifteen additional seconds
to my holds.

As long as I was perched on Zack's back, working on his shoulders, I decided
to continue the process. Reaching down, I grasped both his forearms and pushed
them toward each other. To increase the pressure, I rose to a squatting
position, with his arms inside my knees. Then I dug my feet into the mat and
pushed inward with my thighs so my knees were stressing his shoulders. Being
that legs are stronger than arms, I was able to apply a lot more painful
pressure. Now my arms were free to further punish Zack. I grabbed both his
wrists and twisted them down sharply so that I was working on both his
shoulders and both his wrists at the same time. "Are you comfortable, Zack
dear?" I asked sweetly. When I didn't get an immediate response, I increased
the pressure and demanded more gruffly that he answer me now.

I want all potential writers to realize how I have harshly demolished Zack
without even using any scissor holds. Most women rely heavily on scissors and
I will show you how effectively I use them in a few more paragraphs. But the
fact that I have such a large repertoire of painful holds should make me a
great character for you

I'm not restricting any new writers just because they don't write in English.
I welcome all Spanish and Hispanic writers as well. I studied Spanish in high
school and I love tacos.

Seated on Zack's back, fully in control of both his arms, made it easy to trap
the jerk in another very painful hold. I draped his arms over my thighs and
reached down, locking my hands under his chin. Then I merely pulled back to
apply a very effective and painful camel clutch. The pressure on his neck and
back was awesome and my strong arms made it easy to really punish him.

Now, I wanted to add some taunting and humiliation to my devastating hold. I
told Zack that I would release my hold at the count of twenty and that I would
make it easy for him by doing the counting myself, as Zack looked too beaten
down to do the counting. While maintaining the pressure on my hold, I slowly
began to count. Once I got to ten, I slowed it down even more, taking at least
two seconds for each number. When I got to 19, I took a deep breath and a
longer pause. Then I counted out,"19-19 and a quarter, nineteen and a half,
etc.". Very slowly, I counted out about a dozen fractional numbers, while
adding pressure to my hold. Finally, I reached twenty and I have his neck a
sharp jerk to the side as I finally released my hold

I'm sure that Zack will have a very sore neck because of that. I just love
being a sadistic bitch to him. Making him suffer while wrestling him was not
enough to satisfy me. I wanted the pain to linger throughout his body for as
long as possible.

I think I have done a pretty good job of demonstrating what I can do to any
prospective writers and now I want to show them how well I can use scissor
holds. They are probably the most popular holds in mixed wrestling and my legs
are shapely, muscular and very powerful. Zack had absolutely no way to attempt
to defend himself. His bad leg kept him from standing and his arms had been
twisted well past the point where he had any strength left in them.

I sat next to my prone helpless victim and rolled him toward myself do my legs
were around his belly and squeezed to apply a basic body scissors. Zack was
face down and I merely had to lean back and tighten my legs to punish him and
make it difficult for him to breathe. I reached down and grabbed his left
ankle. Without letting up on my scissor pressure, I pulled his leg toward me.
By now, Zack's leg had stiffened up and merely stretching it was extremely
painful for him

Now I released all my holds and smiled sweetly at my victim. Slowly I sat
behind his head with my muscular legs spread open. Many boys have dreamed of
being between my legs, but not in the way that Zack was about to experience. I
grabbed his hair and pulled him up to a seated position in front of me.
Locking my legs tightly around his abdomen, I applied a variation of the body
scissors.

I heard Zack gasp as the air was forced from his lungs. But this time, I was
in position to add more punishment to my scissors. I lace my arms behind his
shoulders and locked my hands behind his neck, adding a nice full nelson to my
scissors. Sometimes, I play with my victims in this combo hold by tightening
and relaxing each part on an apparantly random sequence. This kept my victim
from knowing exactly when he would feel each type of pain.

But it was different this time. I powered both holds to the max immediately. I
almost broke his neck, using full force on my nelson. Combined with the pain
of my scissors and his difficulty breathing, Zack was in a very bad position.
He had no way to even try to escape and couldn't even muster up enough air to
beg me to let up on him. I do enjoy hearing Zack plead, but I wasn't going to
release my holds until I felt like it, his begging and crying were totally
futile. I was enjoying the fact that I was subjecting him to two brutal holds
at the same time, when either on , alone, could easily force a submission.

Now it is time to demonstrate my use of the hold that is by far the favorite
in mixed wrestling, the head scissors. What I did to Zack with my body
scissors in nowhere near as brutal as what I would now be doing. I'm going to
use several variations so any prospective writers will know how devastating my
use of them can be. By the way, if a writer doesn't have a victim capable of
being beaten this badly, they are welcome to take Zack with me. I never tire
of torturing him and I know a better writer could make the beating in this
story seem mild.

Since I was already positioned for it behind Zack, I merely extended my legs
on both sides of his head and locked my ankles together on his puny chest.
Then I poured in the pressure to squeeze the jerk's head with a basic head
scissors hold. As simple as this hold is, my powerful legs and sadistic
attitude made it extremely effective and Zack's face turned red almost
immediately.

Even though I do use a large variety of holds to punish my victims, I really
do enjoy the head scissors. It takes so little effort on my part to inflict
major pain on them. Also, there are so many variations to use that I never get
bored with it. Zack was no longer begging or pleading with me to stop. I'm not
sure if that was because he no longer had enough energy left to even talk or
because he realized I didn't care what he said. I suppose it didn't matter as
I was continue working him over no matter what.

Without even moving, I was in position to apply another deadly scissors hold
to my helpless victim. I folded my right leg so my calf was directly under
Zack's jaw. I reinforced it by moving my left leg so that my right ankle was
nestled in the crook of my left knee. Then I contracted the muscles in both my
legs and pulled back on my left ankle with my hand to maximize the pressure of
my figure four head scissors. I was applying so much pressure that I thought I
might break his jaw or crack his teeth as his jaw was forced shut with extreme
pressure. This is probably the easiest scissor to apply a lot of pressure with
because I'm using both my legs, plus an arm against only Zack's jaw.

I think this was the most effective scissors that I had used, but I had a few
more to subject Zack to. I had been so intent on maximizing the use of my
scissors that I hadn't even trash talked him for a while. There was plenty of
time to taunt Zack and I could do it much better with another writer, so I
decided not to worry about it. I would just keep concentrating on doing the
maximum amount of damage with my variety of head scissors.

I had Zack laying on his back, so I laid on top of him with my head down by
his feet. Then I snared his head in a reverse scissors. It was easy to use my
solid glutes for pressure and I instantly had him in big trouble again. I saw
I had an opportunity to add some nice bonus punishment to my scissors and I
certainly wasn't going to pass that up. I grabbed Zack's patella and twisted
it sharply like I was unscrewing the top off a pickle jar. Attacking his
already damaged knee was more than he could tolerate and Zack screamed in
pain. It was like music to my ears, so I maintained this sadistic combination
hold for several minutes.

I still had another good head scissor to apply. Again, I had two reasons for
doing it. I was still trying to persuade a better writer to use me and for the
pure joy of hurting someone. I don't know if you are enjoying reading about
this, but I am having an absolutely great time doing it. I rolled Zack over to
his belling and laying across from his stupid head, I wrapped my thighs around
his neck and squeezed like hell. My muscular thighs were too big to fit
cleanly around his neck, so his head was being bent back at an awkward painful
angle I was both choking and crushing him at the same time

To add to his agony, I grabbed his right arm and jerked it behind Zack's back
in a tough hammerlock. Zack complained, crying out that I had promised not to
use that hold again. I replied, "So I lied. What are you going to do about
it?" I laughed while tightening my scissors even more and wrenching the
trapped arm even further up his back.

After at least three minutes of this dual torture, I stood up and looked down
at Zack, surveying the damage I had inflicted on him. He was a total mess.
Virtually every part of his body had been viciously and thoroughly attacked.
His face was reddened are wet from tears I had rolled him over to his back
with my foot to enjoy watching the results of my assault. Obviously, it had
been totally successful, but I wanted to finish it with an exquisite coup de
gras

I sat down at his feet and informed Zack that I was now going to apply my
favorite hold. I lifted up his left leg slightly and slid under it so his foot
was above my navel. My legs were under his leg and I raided my feet up and
locked my ankles on top of his thigh. Finally, I grabbed his ankle with both
my hands. "Ready Zack honey?" I asked cheerfully. Here it comes."

I thrust my hips upwards and pushed up on his ankle with my hands to apply a
knee bar to his already injured knee. Zack howled in pain and I loved hearing
it as I applied pressure to my devastating hold. In all my years of beating up
boys, I don't think I ever inflicting more pain than I was right now. It felt
great and I really didn't care if I totally shattered his knee.

I noticed the typing was slowing down as Madman was getting tired. You got to
hand it to him, he's a shitty writer, but he is persistent and always tries
his best. But this is the longest description of a beatdown that he has ever
written and it just totally tired him out I'm afraid he's going to fall asleep
before I release my knee bar and end the story.

Then Zack would remained trapped in this painful knee bar until either Madman
would wake up and decide to finish this story or until that better writer
would take over. If neither happens, Zack would remain a victim of this most
excrutiating hold as long as this site remains, the Internet ceases to operate
or till the end of time.

This really is a matter of concern as Madman is falling asleep right now and I
doubt that he will even be able to finish this senten

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