Rogue Versus Fairchild!
By Randolf
Enough Said!

The match began.  Fairchild rushed towards Rogue and tried to push her.
She did not budge.  She tried again.  Rogue just stood there, hands on
her hips, the immovable object.  Fairchild punched her hard in the
face.  She didn't flinch.  Fairchild looked panicky.  She punched Rogue
harder in the midsection.  Rogue didn't flinch.  She blocked Fairchild's
next punch, lifted her in the air, and threw her across the roof.
Fairchild got up quickly and rushed Rogue.  She rammed right into her.
Rogue didn't budge.  Fairchild bounced of her and hit the ground hard.
Rogue lifted her up in the air and slammed her into the building.
Fairchild got up and attempted to get Rogue in an offensive hug.  She
put her hands around Rogue's waist and pulled her towards her.  She
squeezed tightly.  Rogue extended her arms and clapped her hands against
Fairchild's ears.  This caused Fairchild to break the hold.  Rogue
lifted her knee into her opponent's midsection causing her to double
over.  A karate chop to the back of the neck sent her crashing through
the floor.  Fairchild got to her feet, but Rogue was waiting for her.
She tossed Fairchild into the wall and nailed her with a vicious
clothesline, removing her from the building.  Fairchild was on the
street.  Rogue lifted her up and threw her into a truck, a little harder
than she really should have.  Fairchild's back hit the vehicle hard,
knocking the wind out of her.  Rogue ran to the truck and crashed into
Fairchild at full speed.  The vehicle rocked from the impact.  She took
a few steps backwards, and Fairchild fell face flat to the ground.

Rogue turned her attention away from Fairchild and began playing to the
growing crowd.  They loved it.  She was posing when suddenly Fairchild
came up behind her and scooped her up.  She held Rogue up in  the air in
a military press face down.  Fairchild had one hand on Rogue's shoulder
and the other between her legs.  Fairchild slammed her firmly into the
pavement.  Rogue was no longer playing a game here.  The force gave away
Fairchild's true strength, and Rogue wasn't going to toy around with
her.  Rogue got up immediately and tried to assume control.  She wanted
to end this quickly.  She was met by a karate kick straight to the head
which knocked her flat on her back, a very potent kick.  Fairchild
lifted Rogue to her feet and nailed her in the face with a right cross.
She followed this up with the left uppercut to the solar plexus and
another right to Rogue's chin.  Rogue's knees went wobbly and her legs
were weak as she was no longer impervious to pain.  She backtracked
until her back was resting up against a car.  Fairchild did not let up.
She rained lefts and rights and lefts onto Rogue's face and body.  Rogue
could barely defend herself.  Fairchild had Rogue cornered.  She lifted
her knee up repeatedly to Rogue's now sore midsection.  Rogue's weakened
body heaved with each blow, and so did the automobile behind her.
Fairchild whipped her into a building.  Rogue's back hit hard against
the wall, before knocking it down.  She was standing, dazed, inside the
structure.  Fairchild ran at full speed and jumped on Rogue up against
another, much sturdier, wall.  An impression was made from the
collision.  All the wind was knocked out of Rogue's lungs.  She took two
involuntary steps forward before crashing face forward to the floor.

Fairchild lifted her by the hair, flung her through the damaged wall,
and then nailed her with a vicious clothesline.  The Southern Belle was
propelled into a nearby park.  Rogue was in serious trouble here.  She
was in bad shape.  Fairchild lifted her up, holding Rogue in place with
her arms firmly fastened behind her back.  With Rogue in front of her,
Fairchild proceeded run over several of the trees close by.  The hard
tree trunks knocked all the wind out of her chest.  She had to catch her
breath, but could not.  Rogue was getting her ass kicked!

Fairchild lifted her to her feet again, and carried Rogue in her arms.
She dropped to one knee, and slammed Rogue's prone body back-first into
it.  Rogue gasped as waves of pain flowed through her once-powerful
body.  Fairchild placed one hand below Rogue's chin and began pressing
down, thus increasing the pressure of Rogue's already damaged back.
Rogue's arms hung limply over her head leaving her midsection wide open
for Fairchild's brutal attack.  She lowered her fist full force into
Rogue's exposed abdomen.  Rogue's eyes bulged out of her sockets as she
gasped again.  Her whole upper body jerked up involuntarily from the
blow to her midsection and she was met by a solid punch right into her
face which snapped her back.  Her whole body was dangling on Fairchild's
knee.  Fairchild pounded Rogue's midsection again.  Her body jerked up
again and she was met with another punch to the face.  Fairchild
tightened her hold over Rogue's chin and continued pounding away at her
midsection only now, the hold on Rogue's chin prevented her upper body
from jerking upwards.  She released the hold on her chin, slammed her
midsection again, and met her with an awesome punch in the face which
not only snapped her back, but completely flipped her over Fairchild's
knee.  She landed on her face with a mighty thud.  The ground beneath
them was roughened from Fairchild's blows.  Rogue was desperately trying
to get up, but  fell back onto her face.  Her arms could not lift her
off the moist soil, and her once powerful legs were almost useless.

With great effort, Rogue finally got to her feet.  Fairchild approached
her and was met with a punch to her face.  She backed up a step.  Rogue
followed up with another punch to her face, and another.  She was
building up momentum.  She punched again, but was blocked by Fairchild,
who responded with a sharp left to Rogue's midsection.  It literally
backed Rogue into a tree.  This was followed by a right to the face, and
another, and another.  The tremendous force drove Rogue through the
not-inconsiderate trunk.   It was now Rogue who was backing up.  She
desperately needed to get it together here.  She couldn't possibly lose.

Fairchild continued to pound away at Rogue's face.  Suddenly, Rogue's
head snapped forward, her eyes opened wide, and she began to smile.
Fairchild continued to punch her, but now the punches appeared to have
no effect.  Rogue  went into her "power stance" and dared Fairchild to
come and hit her.  If she could only ignore the pain, she'd force
Fairchild into a fatal mistake and capitalize on it.  Fairchild obliged,
but Rogue blocked the punch.  She tried again, but was blocked.  She
tried again, and Rogue blocked once more and retaliated with a shot of
her own to Fairchild's head.  She followed up with another and another.
Fairchild was backtracking.  Energized, Rogue punched again, but this
time she was blocked.  Fairchild countered with a left to Rogue's body
and a one-two combination to the face.  Rogue took two steps backwards,
but then went into her "power stance," daring Fairchild, once again, to
hit her.  She put her arms down to the sides as if to tell Fairchild
that she wasn't even going to try to block the punch.  Fairchild lunged
at her and nailed her with a solid punch to the face.  Rogue didn't
flinch.  She wound up and unleashed another  massive  blow to Rogue's
face.  Nothing.  At least not on the outside.  Rogue remained in her
stance.  Fairchild took six or seven steps back, wound up and came
running towards Rogue, fully intending to augment the normal force of
her blow with the running start momentum she had
achieved.  Rogue braced herself, but did not try to block the punch.
Fairchild unleashed her punch, but stopped it at the very last second
before impact.  Rogue looked surprised for a brief second as the punch
she expected never materialized.

Fairchild waited for that look of surprise before unleashing a short
sharp punch directly to Rogue's chin, raising her a foot off the
ground.  It was the perfect punch to the perfect location where it could
do maximum damage, and maximum damage it did.  Fairchild held Rogue in
place with her jacket. Rogue's system shut down for a brief second.  Her
eyes glazed over, her arms dropped and her knees wobbled.  It was only a
brief second, but that was enough, for in that brief second, Fairchild
unleashed the hardest punch she had ever thrown straight to Rogue's
jaw.  She never saw the punch, but she felt it.  Securely held, she
crumbled into Fairchild's arms.  Fairchild bent her over, placed Rogue's
head between her thighs, grabbed her at the waist, and lifted her upside
down.  Her legs were high in the air.  There was a cliff near the
action, and Fairchild leaped over it.  She crashed down onto her butt,
driving Rogue's head and neck into the rocks with perfect execution  and
extreme lethality.  Fairchild released her grip on Rogue's waist.  Rogue
crumbled to the once-smooth ground they had landed on.  Fairchild lifted
Rogue to her feet, walked her to the outskirts of the quarry they had
entered, and lifted her up over head again, only this time Rogue was
facing up, not that she had any clue at this point.  Fairchild walked
her around for a little while showing off her seemingly defeated foe to
their now very large crowd.  She walked over to a
corner, lowered Rogue, and draped her over a large boulder.  She held
Rogue in place with one hand and began raining an awesome barrage of
punches on Rogue's defenseless and very damaged midsection.  Each time
she punched, Rogue would fold, but Fairchild yanked her hair each time
and straightened her out.  The giant stone cracked considerably
throughout the assault.  Fairchild finally let go, and Rogue remained
suspended nearly lifeless on the rock for a second or two, until she
collapsed face first onto the ground.  Fairchild gloated around for
several seconds.  She could have taken longer.  Rogue was not moving.
She lifted her to her feet, and paraded her around the pit.  She held
her up by the arms which she had securely fastened behind Rogue's back.
It was a study in
contrasts.  On one hand you had the mighty Fairchild showing off her
more than perfect form.  This was contrasted by the sight of the once
mighty Rogue, who despite her proud breasts and powers, looked a mess.
Her head was slumped down so that her chin was resting against her
chest.  Her knees were bent and her legs were complete jelly.  If
Fairchild were to release her hold on her arms, she would collapse onto
the dirt.  Fairchild did, however release her arms, but before the
Southern Belle could fall to the ground, she placed her forearm around
Rogue's neck from the back, so that Rogue's back was against her chest.
She bent her other arm at the elbow, locked her forearm over the wrist
of the arm around Rogue's neck, and wrapped her fingers around the back
of Rogue's skull at the base:  A Sleeper hold.  A deadly wrestling
finishing hold which cuts off the blood to the victim's brain and causes
them to pass out.  With what little power Rogue had left in her ravaged
body, she tugged at Fairchild's forearms around her neck with both
hands, but to no avail.  The hold was locked in tight and began to take
effect.  Rogue's eyes were closed as she slowly succumbed to the hold.
Her fingers lost their grip on Fairchild's forearm, and her arms fell
lifelessly to her sides.  Her once powerful legs, long since turned into
jelly, gave out completely.  She was  passed out in Fairchild's arms.
Fairchild released her sleeper hold, and an unconscious Rogue sank to
the mat.  It appeared that this was the end of the match.

Rogue was done.  Fairchild, however, was not.  She lifted Rogue in the
air in a fireman's carry and plopped her in a corners.  She secured both
of her arms in the cracked and jagged rocks so that Rogue was stuck and
could not fall down.  Fairchild ran off in  the opposite direction,
turned around, and ran crashing onto Rogue's prone body.  Stones turned
to pebbles from the sheer force of the collision.  Rogue's body heaved
upon impact, but she was stuck and there was no place to go.  She
punched Rogue repeatedly, slowly and deliberately all up and down her
body.  The effects of the sleeper had worn off and Rogue had regained
consciousness, though she wished she hadn't given the fact that she was
being beaten senseless.  Fairchild measured her for an uppercut to the
chin.  Rogue's body rose an  inch off the ground from the impact.  Her
head snapped back.  Fairchild followed up with another equally
brutal uppercut, and another, and another.  Rogue was taking the biggest
beating in history.  Fairchild backed off, leaving the thoroughly
defeated and humiliated Rogue dangling helplessly on the rocks in a
corner.  Her chin rested once again on her now heaving chest.  Fairchild
walked over to an observer, grabbed a glass of water in his hand, and
walked over to Rogue.  She tossed the glass of water in Rogue's face.
The water revived her some.  Fairchild walked over to her and slapped
her in the face.  She released Rogue's arms from the slabs.  Rogue,
whose long and shapely legs could no longer support her, sunk slowly to
the ground.  Fairchild lifted her up in the air in a military press
again.  Her arms and legs dangled helplessly as she stared vacantly at
the dirt.  She could barely make out the loud whispers of the crowd
watching her.

It was, at this point, too late to do any good.  Fairchild walked over
to another high ledge and fell with Rogue so that her neck crashed into
an oak branch at the bottom.  Her entire body jerked back from the
impact right into Fairchild's awaiting arms.  She could not breathe and
was convulsing.  Her hands were around her neck.  Fairchild placed
Rogue's neck under her arm and completed the fall to the ground,
executing a deadly DDT move.  Rogue was out cold on her face on the
mud.  Fairchild leaned down and rolled the completely unconscious Rogue
onto her back.  Rogue's arms and legs flailed lifelessly.  Fairchild
climbed up onto the highest cliff
around, leaped high up in the air and came crashing down on Rogue's
prone body.  Fairchild jumped up in the air waving her arms in triumph.
The mighty Rogue had been defeated.

The End.