Slaughterhouse

 

USAngel is called in by her agent... Alx Orange... "Listen Callie... the popularity of your character has made TWAT the most successful wrestling promotion on TV... and you've got your own show..." he smiles... "And now our rivals at Circee who used to kill us in the ratings... have asked for us to let you appear as USAngel on their next big event... for a modest fee we agreed..." he nods...

The match looking like a friendly bout... in front of the cameras... the heroine of one show fighting the villain of another... a big brute known as Slaughterhouse... who makes life hard for the hero of a rival spy show...

USAngel takes a deep breath as she leaves the dressing room to head to the ring... the planned exhibition to be simulcast... on Circee's Valentine's Day Massacre show... and as an episode of her own show... the plot is that she is trying to subdue this villain Slaughterhouse... the hype on both networks leading up to the match has been ridiculous... almost as if it were the Super Bowl of wrestling...

The crowds cheering as you move past... smiling and waving... towards the massive steel cage... wrapped in barbed wire... as if to make it more menacing... the organizers opening the door and letting you step in... before locking it... a portcullis rising on the other side... seemingly no expense spared to create drama...

USAngel grins and waves to the fans as she bounces to the ring... thigh-length white cape fluttering about her... putting down her staff and taking off the cape by the steps... gulping at the sight of the barbed wire wrapped around the bars of the cage as she is locked in... eyes widening as the spotlight shifts to the figure in the portcullis opposite her...

Your eyes widening as you realize that if anything Slaughterhouse seems smaller on TV... looking fully seven feet tall... arms wrapped in chains... a brutal-looking knuckleduster on each hand... leather vest and trousers stinking of engine oil... face hidden behind a steel mask... except his eyes... which almost seem to burn with real hatred...

USAngel doesn't know whether to give his costume department credit or run for her life... she looks at the padlocked door and nibbles at her lip as she looks up at the crowd... many of them apparently fans of this wrestling villain... chanting as Slaughterhouse enters... "fresh meat... fresh meat... fresh meat... fresh meat..."

The big man growling in response... evidently unable to speak... or simply in character... you can't help but wonder how in character he's likely to be... after hospitalizing and killing characters brutally every week on his own show...

USAngel tries to control the flutter in her heart and wobble in her knees... he must weigh close to three times her 114 pounds... she's heard stories... some of these wrestlers have trouble separating fantasy from reality... she takes a ready stance and waits for the bell... running forward as it sounds... leaping into her 123 drop kick... churning legs driving heels at chest, chin and steel-covered cheek...

The kicks landing... the first driving him back a step... the next two knocking him back onto his ass... the crowd laughing as he snarls... bringing a hand down into the mat hard enough to tear a hole in the canvas... before picking himself up...

USAngel spreads her arms as she backflips away... using her glide wings to land deftly on her blue-footied feet... powerful little legs flexing in the shimmering sheer tights... a grin of renewed confidence on her face... racing forward again... ducking low and rolling into his legs... going for a trip...

The big man reacting faster this time... bracing himself... and then swinging one leather boot right at your rolling body... aiming to kick you... or even punt you like a football into the wall of the cage...

USAngel yelps as she is punted... yelling and flailing as she flies through the air... oophing as she hits the bars... seeming to stick there as if to velcro for an instant... the backside of her white leotard spotted with red barbed tears as she falls to the mat... bouncing up to meet her foe... ducking his swinging arm... grabbing it... twisting it into an armbar... running up his back... trying to wrench it out of socket... as she flips over his shoulder in an effort to take him down to the canvas...

The arm giving a sickening pop as it pulls out of the socket... the crowd cheering... as you realize that this match has become very serious... Slaughterhouse tearing you off him with the other arm... then popping his arm back into place... the eyes agonized and raging behind the mask...

USAngel feels the back of her leotard grabbed by a big hand... the crotch pulling tight... digging into her sex... tossed away across the mat... tumbling roughly across the canvas... coming up to hands and knees... her leotard having almost completely disappeared between the round shimmering glutes of her protruding ass...

The big man looking at you with real hate... then charging... aiming to bring down a pair of steel-covered fists down on your back... and smash some ribs... even as the crowd bay for blood... throwing popcorn... the match degenerating into pure savagery...

USAngel somersaults out of the way of the powerful blow... the knuckle dusters actually knocking a hole in the canvas... the whole ring shaking as she comes to her feet... running up the bars of the cage... wincing as she steps on a barb... springing off the top of the cage... spreading her wings and highflying at her foe... aiming a drop kick at his face as he turns...

The kick landing square in the middle of the metal mask... ringing it like a gong... and sending the big man stumbling backwards... shaking his bullet head... and snarling... aiming a wild punch at your belly in an effort to connect... but already looking woozy...

USAngel oophs as she doubles over the punch... eyes bulging from their sockets... before the follow through of the blow sends her flying into the bars of the cage again... lurching as she hits the bars... hanging there spreadeagle... squirming to pull free... big chunks of white material hanging from the barbed wire as she falls to the canvas... frantically reaching through the bars for her staff...

Slaughterhouse shaking off the dizziness... and then charging... aiming to bring one heavy foot down on your ankle... and trap it... so that he can cut loose with a barrage of blows to your body... breaking as many bones as he can...

USAngel grimaces as her ankle pops under the force... gloved fingers gripping her staff... even as the first blow hits her in the side like the crack of a gunshot... the frenzied bloodthirsty screaming of the crowd drowning out everything else... as she is driven flat to the mat... blindly thrusting her staff up and behind... activating the taser function...

The taser hitting the steel mask... the huge man screaming as his mask is electrified... badly burning his face... and sending him tumbling back... unconscious... as you try to get your breath back through cracked ribs... the producer zooming in with the cameras as ratings skyrocket... holding off on medical attention for a minute or two to get the most out of it...

USAngel pants for air as she struggles to stand... her costume torn completely open behind... her back bloody... wiping sweat from her face on the back of a sleeve with one hand as she raises her staff in victory with the other... posing over her downed foe for only a second... anxious to get out of the cage as soon as possible...

(January 2009)