Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
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Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
"T..that insufferable little varmint!" *Jess scoffed, feeling the agony of her demoralizing defeat beginning to set it. She had meticulously planned an ambush for a glorious victory, the first of many she had envisioned, but the entire operation backfired right before her eyes. Unable to properly cope with the reality of her current situation, the forlorn fighter decided to drown her sorrows with as much cheap alcohol money could buy. Prowling around the eerily vacant city streets, she spotted a rather lively little tavern just out of reach.* "Huh..this'll help me a tad." *She muttered to herself, finding her way across the street and through the front door.*
*The instant she entered, all eyes were upon her- A svelte, noticeably busty texan certainly isn't going to remain incognito for too long. However, just as quickly as she had captured everyone's attention, she had immediately returned to blending in with the crowd surrounding her, outside of the few, brave souls that attempted to casually flirt with the disgruntled ginger. These attempts were, of course, met with harsh scowling and physical threats, easily chasing off any would-be casanova's in the process.*
"Hey! Barkeep! I'm still sober ovah here!" *Jess slammed the palm of her right hand against the mahogany countertop, nearly rattling the entire structure to its core in the process. Her demand was rewarded with an incredibly frothy cup of golden relief, which she immediately began downing without a picosecond of hesitation.
*This was nice, she thought- Having a moment to collect her thoughts and take the edge off was something Jess desperately needed, especially after what she had just put herself through. The clock continued to tick, and the southerner continued to scoff down glass after glass of inexpensive beer, making her morning much more tolerable than it was half an hour ago.*
*The instant she entered, all eyes were upon her- A svelte, noticeably busty texan certainly isn't going to remain incognito for too long. However, just as quickly as she had captured everyone's attention, she had immediately returned to blending in with the crowd surrounding her, outside of the few, brave souls that attempted to casually flirt with the disgruntled ginger. These attempts were, of course, met with harsh scowling and physical threats, easily chasing off any would-be casanova's in the process.*
"Hey! Barkeep! I'm still sober ovah here!" *Jess slammed the palm of her right hand against the mahogany countertop, nearly rattling the entire structure to its core in the process. Her demand was rewarded with an incredibly frothy cup of golden relief, which she immediately began downing without a picosecond of hesitation.
*This was nice, she thought- Having a moment to collect her thoughts and take the edge off was something Jess desperately needed, especially after what she had just put herself through. The clock continued to tick, and the southerner continued to scoff down glass after glass of inexpensive beer, making her morning much more tolerable than it was half an hour ago.*
Last edited by SubtleRoar on Tue Jan 08, 2019 10:29 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~.
Single Competitors:
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
All my characters, all in one place~
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
“C’mon Major, please… Don’t do this!”
“Quit squawking like a cooking maggot and take it like a man. Your friends already paid the price…now it’s your turn.”
Though the entire bar was rowdy and loud, it seemed that small little corner had such thick tension in the air the it suffocated any noise, leaving it almost quite with everyone inside that atmosphere watching the cruel events transpire. The poor, shaking man across from the cruel woman with a monster smile.
“All right…I got nothing good.” ]The man finally sighed, throwing his cards on the table.
“HA! Royal flush! I win again!”
The tension in the room evaporated within a second as the man’s friends, who were sitting at the same booth and were thoroughly drunk, cheered for the newcomers win and laughed at their friend’s loss. They bumped his shoulder and rubbed their knuckles against his head while Stacy snatched up the last of the man’s money off the table before leaning back in the cushioned booth. The men had all given her a decent amount of space to sprawl out with, a sign of respect for her repeated victories against each one. So, there she sat, like a Queen among her subject, or as she would prefer a General amongst her soldiers.
“Barkeep! Another round for the table! On me!”
The men began laughing and cheering for their new comrades’ generosity. Stacy soaked it all in, knowing the importance of good moral in an army and establishing a base of operations. This place was not too bad, and if any of these guys were regulars, then she was building contacts. A win-win.
The laughter of her group was cut short as the front door slammed open and a red headed woman steeped through the door. She had a bit of an odd obsession with cow hide, but with Stacy’s demonic coat with eyes and teeth sewn into the shoulders and sleeves, she really couldn’t judge. The Texan girl didn’t keep most people’s attention for long, not when she made it clear she was not looking for a romantic night on the town. Only Stacy’s golden eyes still tracked the tall woman. The cow skinned belle had been a fight recently, and judging by how she was guzzling cheap booze in a rather undignified manner, she probably did not walk away the victor.
Interesting!!!
Stacy got up from her booth, slapping the money down on the table for the drinks she ordered and beginning to wander towards the Texan. The guys were all too drunk to notice her departure, so she got not haggling of any sort as she snuck up behind her target and sat on the stool next to her.
“You’re not going to get the buzz you want drinking like that, soldier. Barkeep? Why don’t you get my friend something a little harder?” The General said with a smile as she slid a wad of bills over towards the drink master. Truth be told, she was bluffing. She didn’t drink, so she just hoped the Bartender knew what she was talking about.
“You look like you got into a scuffle there, red. You a fighter? Or do you just get roughed up for kinks?”
“Quit squawking like a cooking maggot and take it like a man. Your friends already paid the price…now it’s your turn.”
Though the entire bar was rowdy and loud, it seemed that small little corner had such thick tension in the air the it suffocated any noise, leaving it almost quite with everyone inside that atmosphere watching the cruel events transpire. The poor, shaking man across from the cruel woman with a monster smile.
“All right…I got nothing good.” ]The man finally sighed, throwing his cards on the table.
“HA! Royal flush! I win again!”
The tension in the room evaporated within a second as the man’s friends, who were sitting at the same booth and were thoroughly drunk, cheered for the newcomers win and laughed at their friend’s loss. They bumped his shoulder and rubbed their knuckles against his head while Stacy snatched up the last of the man’s money off the table before leaning back in the cushioned booth. The men had all given her a decent amount of space to sprawl out with, a sign of respect for her repeated victories against each one. So, there she sat, like a Queen among her subject, or as she would prefer a General amongst her soldiers.
“Barkeep! Another round for the table! On me!”
The men began laughing and cheering for their new comrades’ generosity. Stacy soaked it all in, knowing the importance of good moral in an army and establishing a base of operations. This place was not too bad, and if any of these guys were regulars, then she was building contacts. A win-win.
The laughter of her group was cut short as the front door slammed open and a red headed woman steeped through the door. She had a bit of an odd obsession with cow hide, but with Stacy’s demonic coat with eyes and teeth sewn into the shoulders and sleeves, she really couldn’t judge. The Texan girl didn’t keep most people’s attention for long, not when she made it clear she was not looking for a romantic night on the town. Only Stacy’s golden eyes still tracked the tall woman. The cow skinned belle had been a fight recently, and judging by how she was guzzling cheap booze in a rather undignified manner, she probably did not walk away the victor.
Interesting!!!
Stacy got up from her booth, slapping the money down on the table for the drinks she ordered and beginning to wander towards the Texan. The guys were all too drunk to notice her departure, so she got not haggling of any sort as she snuck up behind her target and sat on the stool next to her.
“You’re not going to get the buzz you want drinking like that, soldier. Barkeep? Why don’t you get my friend something a little harder?” The General said with a smile as she slid a wad of bills over towards the drink master. Truth be told, she was bluffing. She didn’t drink, so she just hoped the Bartender knew what she was talking about.
“You look like you got into a scuffle there, red. You a fighter? Or do you just get roughed up for kinks?”
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Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
*While it became abundantly apparent that Jess was attempting to escape the harsh realities of the world, it seemed as though the boisterous bitch from across the pub was hellbent on doing the exact opposite- Screaming something profane, outright challenging anyone and everyone to prove her worth as an adept drinking, and worst of all, she hadn't invited Jess over to try and test her mettle with a real champ! However, just as she was about to groggily stagger over and toss an obscene name in the oddly-clad woman's direction, it seemed as though she was keen on making her presence known first. the rancher decided to let this play out, still unable to determine wether or not this odd entity was someone she could overtake without batting an eye, or if this was a trap she was waltzing directly into.*
"Pfft! As if I give a hot damn about what you..." *Almost as if she had that insult cocked back, ready to fire at the next individual to disrupt her ritual of wolfing down beer after a humiliating loss, Jess stopped in her tracks the instant Stacy yanked out a gargantuan stack of miscellaneous bills. Her eyes darted towards the cash, then scrolled up and made contact with Stacy's baleful glare, then back at the money once more. How on earth did this mysterious figure even obtain this amount of cheddar? Nevertheless, the ginger giantess wasn't about to say no to some free booze.*
"...Yeah...sure..we'll go with that." *She nodded, allowing this stranger to honor her with a glass of frothy goodness. Turning what remained of her dwindling attention towards this strikingly nefarious woman, Jess tilted her head quizzically at the assumption she made- Seems as though there was a little something more than what appeared on the surface, at least, that was what Jess was hypothesizing for the moment. Regardless, she felt inclined to divulge at least a tiny amount of what had just transpired.*
"Welp...I'm currently in a tournament..kinda." *She began, trying to pick her words carefully as she went along.* "I tried tah take down one of tha bigger fish, but I guess I wasn't ready tah fry it just yet." *The redhead casually snickered, genuinely feeling better after having admitted her loss like a real woman. Out of the corner of her eye, the barkeep slid a gargantuan glass of sloshing liquor sliding in her direction.*
"Watch this~" *She gestured towards the glass, snagging it with the palm of her calloused hand, tilting her head back before chugging the entire glass and slamming it down against the countertop.* "Aaahh! Now THAT'S how we do it in Texas!" *Needless to say, Jess was already beginning to like this new friend of hers.*
"Pfft! As if I give a hot damn about what you..." *Almost as if she had that insult cocked back, ready to fire at the next individual to disrupt her ritual of wolfing down beer after a humiliating loss, Jess stopped in her tracks the instant Stacy yanked out a gargantuan stack of miscellaneous bills. Her eyes darted towards the cash, then scrolled up and made contact with Stacy's baleful glare, then back at the money once more. How on earth did this mysterious figure even obtain this amount of cheddar? Nevertheless, the ginger giantess wasn't about to say no to some free booze.*
"...Yeah...sure..we'll go with that." *She nodded, allowing this stranger to honor her with a glass of frothy goodness. Turning what remained of her dwindling attention towards this strikingly nefarious woman, Jess tilted her head quizzically at the assumption she made- Seems as though there was a little something more than what appeared on the surface, at least, that was what Jess was hypothesizing for the moment. Regardless, she felt inclined to divulge at least a tiny amount of what had just transpired.*
"Welp...I'm currently in a tournament..kinda." *She began, trying to pick her words carefully as she went along.* "I tried tah take down one of tha bigger fish, but I guess I wasn't ready tah fry it just yet." *The redhead casually snickered, genuinely feeling better after having admitted her loss like a real woman. Out of the corner of her eye, the barkeep slid a gargantuan glass of sloshing liquor sliding in her direction.*
"Watch this~" *She gestured towards the glass, snagging it with the palm of her calloused hand, tilting her head back before chugging the entire glass and slamming it down against the countertop.* "Aaahh! Now THAT'S how we do it in Texas!" *Needless to say, Jess was already beginning to like this new friend of hers.*
I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~.
Single Competitors:
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
All my characters, all in one place~
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
Stacy’s grin seemed to stretch ear to ear, her jagged sharp teeth creating a smile that held glee at its core, but seemed as dangerous as an awaiting bear trap. Her eyes never seemed to look at the Texan girl in a way other then past the rim of her hat, part of her face obscured by the light above hitting the caps rim perfectly so that only a part of her face was clear in the bar rooms dreary atmosphere. The egg yolk golden eyes watched the large woman glare at her, as if summing the General, making sure she was real. It was very much like being stared down by a predator. One small sign of weakness and it was over. Stacy did not worry about that, continuing to look at Jess with curious interest, yet exuding a heinous aura about her. It was only after a minute or so that Jess finally shrugged and relax, if only a little bit.
The Texan was still careful, with her answer being guarded and thought out. Whatever she was up to, she did not want Stacy to find out. Stacy could respect that even after all of those previous drinks, Jess could still keep her mouth shut. An invaluable skill to have, surely, but Stacy needed to focus on what was at hand. This girl was in a tournament of some sort…but what kind?
Must have been important to get into a fight over. Was it simply a fighting tournament like Stacy was currently in? That could be the case, but Stacy really wanted to believe that this large woman simply tried to Tonya Harding her competition and failed. Made her much more relatable to the devious disaster sitting next to her. And even if, by some odd miracle, it was a fighting tournament, there was hardly any chance it would be the same one Stacy was participating in.
Before Stacy could make a comment, the bartender returned with a rather large glass of alcohol, to which Jess drank in less then a second. Four, no…three gulps, and it was all gone. Even the villain had to stop smiling at such a display of fortitude. The Texan slammed the glass onto the counter with a grin.
The smile was quick to return to the villain’s face, and she politely applauded the display.
“Impressive! I suppose even the strongest of liquor meets its match every now and then.” Stacy’s head turned towards the astounded bartender, though her eyes didn’t leave Jess’s face. “Get her another.”
While the bartender began his work, Stacy’s cold eyes refocused on Jess, her smile as wide as before.
“It’s a shame about that tournament thing there…….Y’know, I really think we could help one another.” She let that air out a bit, making sure Jess was sober enough to understand what she was saying.
“See, I got few “Targets” I gotta find and rough up before the night ends, and my original plan was to wait until the final ours of the night and beat them all down after they get nice and tired. You may have gotten into a fight yourself, but I’m willing to bet you will be ready for round two once we fill your tank.”
Stacy’s golden eye shined brightly in the shadow, and her face moving closer towards Jess. The pointed fangs were like needles, threatening to sink deep into the Texans flesh at one wrong move or answer.
“So…what do you say? I help you break that snot nosed bitch in half for daring to stand against you… and you help me put one or two little freaks into the ground. Doesn’t that sound fair?”
As she finished, the bartender brought the second pitcher of his hardest stuff. His eyes seem to stay on Stacy, making sure she wasn’t making any trouble for the woman she sat next to.
The Texan was still careful, with her answer being guarded and thought out. Whatever she was up to, she did not want Stacy to find out. Stacy could respect that even after all of those previous drinks, Jess could still keep her mouth shut. An invaluable skill to have, surely, but Stacy needed to focus on what was at hand. This girl was in a tournament of some sort…but what kind?
Must have been important to get into a fight over. Was it simply a fighting tournament like Stacy was currently in? That could be the case, but Stacy really wanted to believe that this large woman simply tried to Tonya Harding her competition and failed. Made her much more relatable to the devious disaster sitting next to her. And even if, by some odd miracle, it was a fighting tournament, there was hardly any chance it would be the same one Stacy was participating in.
Before Stacy could make a comment, the bartender returned with a rather large glass of alcohol, to which Jess drank in less then a second. Four, no…three gulps, and it was all gone. Even the villain had to stop smiling at such a display of fortitude. The Texan slammed the glass onto the counter with a grin.
The smile was quick to return to the villain’s face, and she politely applauded the display.
“Impressive! I suppose even the strongest of liquor meets its match every now and then.” Stacy’s head turned towards the astounded bartender, though her eyes didn’t leave Jess’s face. “Get her another.”
While the bartender began his work, Stacy’s cold eyes refocused on Jess, her smile as wide as before.
“It’s a shame about that tournament thing there…….Y’know, I really think we could help one another.” She let that air out a bit, making sure Jess was sober enough to understand what she was saying.
“See, I got few “Targets” I gotta find and rough up before the night ends, and my original plan was to wait until the final ours of the night and beat them all down after they get nice and tired. You may have gotten into a fight yourself, but I’m willing to bet you will be ready for round two once we fill your tank.”
Stacy’s golden eye shined brightly in the shadow, and her face moving closer towards Jess. The pointed fangs were like needles, threatening to sink deep into the Texans flesh at one wrong move or answer.
Stacy’s golden eye shined brightly in the shadow
As she finished, the bartender brought the second pitcher of his hardest stuff. His eyes seem to stay on Stacy, making sure she wasn’t making any trouble for the woman she sat next to.
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Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
*This unprecedented sensation of generosity wasn't uncommon for the southern sweetheart- She had been seduced, beguiled, and all around flirted with throughout the course of her adult life, and much to the dismay of her suitors, she had spurned all of their advances without batting an eyelash. Stacy, however, had a unique spark to her- Perhaps it was her razor-sharp teeth, or it could possibly be her remarkable character that had this odd effect on the inebriated cowgirl. Whatever the case may be, she was slowly beginning to sink into a mood of affability towards the charismatic stranger.*
"Tcchh! Ya'll ain't even seen me toss fists yet! I could take this whole damn BAR if the feelin was right!" *Jess was beginning to throw her voice around, and wether it was intended to hit the wandering ears of the nameless patrons, she was starting to make a handful of disgruntled drunks even more agitated than they were. However, in the midst of her semi-coherent wrestling, Jess had an epiphany- How did she know that this enigmatic figure was capable of holding her own in a brawl? who was to say that Jess couldn't pulverize her into a fine powder without breaking a sweat? Now that the question was fresh on her mind, she had to discover the answer to it- One way or another.*
"Howevah...there is one little thang that has been troublin me fer a bit~" *Turning her attention towards Stacy, Jess stood, albeit on incredibly unsteady footing, to her massive height while deliberately looming overtop the diminutive woman.* "Ya'll came up tah me with all this bluster and bravado, buyin me beer and gettin me all liquored up..." *She growled, the sensation of an impending fight crawling up her backside.* "And I've yet tah see ya'll fight a single person in here."
*With this, a small gathering of individuals began surrounding the two- Seems as though Jess was a magnet of attention, and with Stacy being a natural beauty in her own right, it was only inevitable that the two drew a crowd.* "So, hows'bout you show me a lil somethin to convince me that yer fer real, before I decide tah take my talents elsewhere?" *She snickered, the combination of alcohol and haughtiness propelling her forward to met Stacy breast to breast.*
"Tcchh! Ya'll ain't even seen me toss fists yet! I could take this whole damn BAR if the feelin was right!" *Jess was beginning to throw her voice around, and wether it was intended to hit the wandering ears of the nameless patrons, she was starting to make a handful of disgruntled drunks even more agitated than they were. However, in the midst of her semi-coherent wrestling, Jess had an epiphany- How did she know that this enigmatic figure was capable of holding her own in a brawl? who was to say that Jess couldn't pulverize her into a fine powder without breaking a sweat? Now that the question was fresh on her mind, she had to discover the answer to it- One way or another.*
"Howevah...there is one little thang that has been troublin me fer a bit~" *Turning her attention towards Stacy, Jess stood, albeit on incredibly unsteady footing, to her massive height while deliberately looming overtop the diminutive woman.* "Ya'll came up tah me with all this bluster and bravado, buyin me beer and gettin me all liquored up..." *She growled, the sensation of an impending fight crawling up her backside.* "And I've yet tah see ya'll fight a single person in here."
*With this, a small gathering of individuals began surrounding the two- Seems as though Jess was a magnet of attention, and with Stacy being a natural beauty in her own right, it was only inevitable that the two drew a crowd.* "So, hows'bout you show me a lil somethin to convince me that yer fer real, before I decide tah take my talents elsewhere?" *She snickered, the combination of alcohol and haughtiness propelling her forward to met Stacy breast to breast.*
Spoiler
I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~.
Single Competitors:
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
All my characters, all in one place~
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
The mood seemed light between the two strange women at the bar. They were an odd pair for sure, there appearances clashing in everyway possible and getting a ton of stares from the other patrons because of it, but they seemed to get along. The Texan who had threatened a few people before hand for doing similar acts was laughing and practically showing off to the demonic woman, while the smaller girl continued to fill her large friends cup with hard liquor of the pricey variety.
All seemed to be going well…up until Stacy made her offer to Jess. After that, things seemed to get a bit more serious, with Jess sending Stacy a chilling glare, pointing out accusations about how Stacy had yet to fight anyone here at the bar. After that the tall woman stood up to tower over Stacy, she laid down an ultimatum: impress her or she walks.
Despite the massive size difference, the only thing that changed was that Stacy’s grin downgraded to a smile, and her predatory eyes narrowed a bit. She looked somewhat offended and annoyed, but far from intimidated. As Jess spoke in her slurred tone, Stacy quietly tapped her finger on the counter, her lips slowly sliding over her shark-toothed grin until it was a thin smile. Stacy hopped of the stool and stood to her full size, to which Jess immediately pushed her chest up against hers. The crowd seemed to be enthralled with what was going on with the two of these girls, but Stacy paid them little mind.
“Maybe it’s the drinks talking, soldier…but that sounded like a challenge. Tough as you might be, you already got your ass beat tonight, and now you can hardly stand up.”
Stacy backed up, just enough to create some space and for her hands to quickly unzip her jacket. When the demonic cloth separated, a body that seemed sculpted from pure muscle lay underneath, The Major’s powerful stomach muscles on full display thanks to a torn-up tank top underneath the jacket. A glint in her eye promised Danger and no mercy for what may happen next.
“I meant what I said about a partnership for the night, but if you really want to test me, what better way then trying me out yourself? Just a warning, there is a reason I’m a Major in the Devil King’s army, and it wasn’t because I was a crybaby pushover, nor due to my kindly deeds. We do this, I’m looking to put you down, Grunt.”
All seemed to be going well…up until Stacy made her offer to Jess. After that, things seemed to get a bit more serious, with Jess sending Stacy a chilling glare, pointing out accusations about how Stacy had yet to fight anyone here at the bar. After that the tall woman stood up to tower over Stacy, she laid down an ultimatum: impress her or she walks.
Despite the massive size difference, the only thing that changed was that Stacy’s grin downgraded to a smile, and her predatory eyes narrowed a bit. She looked somewhat offended and annoyed, but far from intimidated. As Jess spoke in her slurred tone, Stacy quietly tapped her finger on the counter, her lips slowly sliding over her shark-toothed grin until it was a thin smile. Stacy hopped of the stool and stood to her full size, to which Jess immediately pushed her chest up against hers. The crowd seemed to be enthralled with what was going on with the two of these girls, but Stacy paid them little mind.
“Maybe it’s the drinks talking, soldier…but that sounded like a challenge. Tough as you might be, you already got your ass beat tonight, and now you can hardly stand up.”
Stacy backed up, just enough to create some space and for her hands to quickly unzip her jacket. When the demonic cloth separated, a body that seemed sculpted from pure muscle lay underneath, The Major’s powerful stomach muscles on full display thanks to a torn-up tank top underneath the jacket. A glint in her eye promised Danger and no mercy for what may happen next.
“I meant what I said about a partnership for the night, but if you really want to test me, what better way then trying me out yourself? Just a warning, there is a reason I’m a Major in the Devil King’s army, and it wasn’t because I was a crybaby pushover, nor due to my kindly deeds. We do this, I’m looking to put you down, Grunt.”
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Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
"PFFFTTHAAAHAA!" *Obviously feeling the liquid courage hitting her like a runaway freight train,Jess simply shook off the encroaching handicap with a hardy chortle. This enormous din rattled the inner walling of the humble little bar, causing a commotion that set the otherwise quietly disgruntled patrons into a frenzied state of interest. The palpable tension that continued bubbling between the two was on the verge of reaching a boiling point, and the inebriated texan was well aware that she had to be the one to make the first move- Proactivity breeds success, something her mother always told her, and that was going to serve her well in this current endeavor.*
"Devil Kang? Izzat some typah cartoon er somethin ya'll just spat out on the fly?" *Unbeknownst to her however, she had potentially trampled upon The highly decorated militant's accolades that she had devoted years of her life to accomplish with one fell, drunken swoop! However, this hardly bothered the slovenly Jess- She was well past the point of caring what impression she left upon the esoteric, yet indescribably charismatic woman; this wasn't about trying to impress her in particular, or to dazzle the crowd that flanked her on all sides- She needed to redeem the mortifying loss from earlier, and this was her time to clasp victory from the maw of defeat she had sunk into!*
"Well sugah.." *The gears in her mind were whirling, and before long, she had formulated an idea- First, she would arch herself backwards ever so slightly, giving the impression that retreating was her intent. Next, she would counterbalance her off-kilter footing by bringing the tip of her worn, right boot slightly forward. Finally, she would morph her right hand into a reinforced wrecking ball, lurching forward to smash the bridge of Stacy's nose with a solid haymaker!*
"Then ya'll should be able tah withstand this!" *She had hurled her entire body towards the smarmy woman, yet managed to remain earthbound despite the fact that gravity was one of her biggest liabilities- If, and that was the key word, she managed to pull this off correctly, then Stacy would wind up receiving a souvenir of this unforgettable evening, courtesy of the crimson crusher herself. Needless to say, the audience was tremendously invested in this barroom catfight, even going so far as to pick sides on who would emerge victorious.*
"Take'er down, Jess!" *Somebody hollered, only drenching this fiery matchup with a gallon of verbal gasoline.* "Don't let her show you up, Major!" *A supporter of Stacy cheered, supposedly someone of her platoon attempting to remind her that she was representing the prestigious army of her commander, and that a loss here would brand her as a failure in the eyes of her subordinates.*
"Devil Kang? Izzat some typah cartoon er somethin ya'll just spat out on the fly?" *Unbeknownst to her however, she had potentially trampled upon The highly decorated militant's accolades that she had devoted years of her life to accomplish with one fell, drunken swoop! However, this hardly bothered the slovenly Jess- She was well past the point of caring what impression she left upon the esoteric, yet indescribably charismatic woman; this wasn't about trying to impress her in particular, or to dazzle the crowd that flanked her on all sides- She needed to redeem the mortifying loss from earlier, and this was her time to clasp victory from the maw of defeat she had sunk into!*
"Well sugah.." *The gears in her mind were whirling, and before long, she had formulated an idea- First, she would arch herself backwards ever so slightly, giving the impression that retreating was her intent. Next, she would counterbalance her off-kilter footing by bringing the tip of her worn, right boot slightly forward. Finally, she would morph her right hand into a reinforced wrecking ball, lurching forward to smash the bridge of Stacy's nose with a solid haymaker!*
"Then ya'll should be able tah withstand this!" *She had hurled her entire body towards the smarmy woman, yet managed to remain earthbound despite the fact that gravity was one of her biggest liabilities- If, and that was the key word, she managed to pull this off correctly, then Stacy would wind up receiving a souvenir of this unforgettable evening, courtesy of the crimson crusher herself. Needless to say, the audience was tremendously invested in this barroom catfight, even going so far as to pick sides on who would emerge victorious.*
"Take'er down, Jess!" *Somebody hollered, only drenching this fiery matchup with a gallon of verbal gasoline.* "Don't let her show you up, Major!" *A supporter of Stacy cheered, supposedly someone of her platoon attempting to remind her that she was representing the prestigious army of her commander, and that a loss here would brand her as a failure in the eyes of her subordinates.*
I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~.
Single Competitors:
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
All my characters, all in one place~
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
Stacy wasn’t stupid. She knew the difference between harsh reality and magical fantasy, what was the product of her imagination and what was the brutal truth. Stacy could function in the real world if she needed to. She still had a few part-time jobs she worked and had earned herself quite the little financial safety net should she ever need it. The problem was, Stacy didn’t want to give up her fantasies, she liked goofing around and pretending that she was something unique amongst the crowd.
So, when Jess casually brushed off her rank and place in the fictional Devil Kings army, Stacy could have easily brushed it off and kept going. The problem was, ”Major” Hazard would never do such a thing. She had earned her place through blood sweat, and the tears of others…no above average hick was going to talk down to her or the powerful monster she served. Well…not without some bloodshed and the hick on her knees, at least.
Stacy, simply cracked her knuckles in response to Jess’s flippant disregard for her position. She wanted to see what a Major could do? Then Stacy would show her exactly the type of damage she could do to the human body. She was already eyeing Jess, who seemed like she was coiling herself up for something big. The shark tooth grin was gone, with only a face of stone and an angry set of yellow eyes watching the Texan. Stacy, to her credit or stupidity, didn’t bother putting up any kind of defense. In her mind, to worry about the first blow of a twisted drunk, no matter how strong or who they might be, was an insult to the evil army she served.
And so, as Jess got all set up and finally launched her whole body into the violent haymaker, all Stacy did was turn her head in order to avoid her nose getting broken. Despite Jess being drunk the punch still packed quite a bit of force, not helped by her overall size advantage. The Major’s head moved with the fist, and the Major actually took a single step back in order to maintain her balance.
But only one step.
The few companions Stacy had made gasped at the ferocity of the blow, but seemed to quickly holler and cheer when Stacy looked back at Jess with a mark on her cheek, but the hateful glare still resting on her face.
“I understand your wounded and drunk,” She began, moving her hands to adjust her cap, “But that was pathetic, even for a maggot-recruit like you. I’ll show you what an officer of the Devil King’s army’s punch is like.”
Stacy stepped in, right into Jess’s reached and defense without so much as a care in the world. Her fist was reeled back, and like a fiery meteor blazing through the nights sky, she brought it down around for a violent impact. Her target was the Texan’s stomach, which had just been filled with hard liquor and cheap booze. A prime target that might make the Texan vomit if she was unlucky enough to take the punch head on.
So, when Jess casually brushed off her rank and place in the fictional Devil Kings army, Stacy could have easily brushed it off and kept going. The problem was, ”Major” Hazard would never do such a thing. She had earned her place through blood sweat, and the tears of others…no above average hick was going to talk down to her or the powerful monster she served. Well…not without some bloodshed and the hick on her knees, at least.
Stacy, simply cracked her knuckles in response to Jess’s flippant disregard for her position. She wanted to see what a Major could do? Then Stacy would show her exactly the type of damage she could do to the human body. She was already eyeing Jess, who seemed like she was coiling herself up for something big. The shark tooth grin was gone, with only a face of stone and an angry set of yellow eyes watching the Texan. Stacy, to her credit or stupidity, didn’t bother putting up any kind of defense. In her mind, to worry about the first blow of a twisted drunk, no matter how strong or who they might be, was an insult to the evil army she served.
And so, as Jess got all set up and finally launched her whole body into the violent haymaker, all Stacy did was turn her head in order to avoid her nose getting broken. Despite Jess being drunk the punch still packed quite a bit of force, not helped by her overall size advantage. The Major’s head moved with the fist, and the Major actually took a single step back in order to maintain her balance.
But only one step.
The few companions Stacy had made gasped at the ferocity of the blow, but seemed to quickly holler and cheer when Stacy looked back at Jess with a mark on her cheek, but the hateful glare still resting on her face.
“I understand your wounded and drunk,” She began, moving her hands to adjust her cap, “But that was pathetic, even for a maggot-recruit like you. I’ll show you what an officer of the Devil King’s army’s punch is like.”
Stacy stepped in, right into Jess’s reached and defense without so much as a care in the world. Her fist was reeled back, and like a fiery meteor blazing through the nights sky, she brought it down around for a violent impact. Her target was the Texan’s stomach, which had just been filled with hard liquor and cheap booze. A prime target that might make the Texan vomit if she was unlucky enough to take the punch head on.
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Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
*Throughout the course of her extensive, and quite successful, barroom brawling career, Jess had garnered quite the extensive reputation for herself- Over a decade of flooring, mauling, battering and otherwise annihilating anyone and everyone who had the audacity to challenge her to a brutal slugfest was faced with an exorbitantly high medical bill and a shattered ego, once the had awakened from their unconscious state, courtesy of the crimson crusher herself Stacy, however, was indeed a different creature entirely- Once Jess's undeniably colossal fist had made contact with its target, a diabolical grin stretched from ear to ear while she awaited Stacy' inevitable buckling...first, a few seconds- Sure, perhaps the purported "Major" Had some resiliency to her, but anyone could have a natural level of endurance. Then, more than just a handful of seconds- Alright, whatever. Jess was sloppy and her form wasn't as immaculate as she had thought. Stacy had to cave in eventually. As the seconds turned to nearly an entire minute, the only end result being the countenance of Stacy developing into a gruesome sight, Jess finally realized the landmine she had triggered.
"Pfft...whatevah..." *Was all she could muster, visibly shaken by the uncanny degree of tenacity Stacy exhibited. Trying to rationalize what she was witnessing, Jess came to the unrealistic conclusion that she wasn't squaring off with any, ordinary piece of forgettable filth, but rather, a battle-hardened force of a woman. Perhaps what she had informed her of prior to the forgettable punch had a nugget of truth to it, and Jess had blissfully waltzed right into a fight that wasn't going to lean in her favor. However dire her circumstances however, a crowd had surrounded them, and Jess wasn't about to abdicate her role as the unequivocal, dominant force between the two of them.*
"Maybe next time I'll actually try'n use a bit of...GGUAAH!" *She had strength, Jess had to admit that. So much so that her body shuddered from the devastating impact the fiendish general's fist made against her curl the tips of her toes and redirect her body to try and instinctively stave off the potential combination that Stacy might rain down upon her. Unbeknownst to Stacy however, Jess was what most alcohol connoisseur's would describe as a "Lead belly", meaning she was capable of holding her liquor, regardless of almost any circumstance. However, this didn't protect her from the gut-churning sensation of hydrochloric acid that raced up her throat and formed a swamp near the base of her tongue.*
"Hhmmuhh..not...bad..." *After choking down the burning sensation in her mouth, Jess attempted to recompose herself before devising a different strategy for handling this growing nuisance. The direct approach might force her to expend every ounce of viable energy in her already overworked body, which wouldn't be the most prudent avenue to take. Begrudgingly, Jess opted for an unorthodox means of fighting this time around.*
"But ya'll aren't about tah get the better'a me just yet~" *Dusting off her knuckles, Jess dug her feet in as a means to symbolize her trademark obstinance, signaling for Stacy to try and pull that little stunt with her again, only this time, Jess had a trap lying in wait- The instant this feckless bitch went in for the kill, she would introduce her to the wrong side of her knee, thereby gaining a momentary advantage over the Major pain in the ass.*
"Pfft...whatevah..." *Was all she could muster, visibly shaken by the uncanny degree of tenacity Stacy exhibited. Trying to rationalize what she was witnessing, Jess came to the unrealistic conclusion that she wasn't squaring off with any, ordinary piece of forgettable filth, but rather, a battle-hardened force of a woman. Perhaps what she had informed her of prior to the forgettable punch had a nugget of truth to it, and Jess had blissfully waltzed right into a fight that wasn't going to lean in her favor. However dire her circumstances however, a crowd had surrounded them, and Jess wasn't about to abdicate her role as the unequivocal, dominant force between the two of them.*
"Maybe next time I'll actually try'n use a bit of...GGUAAH!" *She had strength, Jess had to admit that. So much so that her body shuddered from the devastating impact the fiendish general's fist made against her curl the tips of her toes and redirect her body to try and instinctively stave off the potential combination that Stacy might rain down upon her. Unbeknownst to Stacy however, Jess was what most alcohol connoisseur's would describe as a "Lead belly", meaning she was capable of holding her liquor, regardless of almost any circumstance. However, this didn't protect her from the gut-churning sensation of hydrochloric acid that raced up her throat and formed a swamp near the base of her tongue.*
"Hhmmuhh..not...bad..." *After choking down the burning sensation in her mouth, Jess attempted to recompose herself before devising a different strategy for handling this growing nuisance. The direct approach might force her to expend every ounce of viable energy in her already overworked body, which wouldn't be the most prudent avenue to take. Begrudgingly, Jess opted for an unorthodox means of fighting this time around.*
"But ya'll aren't about tah get the better'a me just yet~" *Dusting off her knuckles, Jess dug her feet in as a means to symbolize her trademark obstinance, signaling for Stacy to try and pull that little stunt with her again, only this time, Jess had a trap lying in wait- The instant this feckless bitch went in for the kill, she would introduce her to the wrong side of her knee, thereby gaining a momentary advantage over the Major pain in the ass.*
I'm back to do stuff with friends. Bridges burned light the way forward~.
Single Competitors:
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
All my characters, all in one place~
Bianca, the "Queen Bee"
Kieda, the "Fashion Assassin"
Jess, the "Ginger Titan"
Lex, the "Self-Appointed Genius"
Agatha the "Scandinavian Sledgehammer"
Gambit "The Raging Cajun" Rio
Gail "Terrifying Tornado" Whitaker
Zetta "The Fiery Phoenix" Quinn
Mauna "The Hawaiian Hulk" Loa
Tess "The Tessecutioner" Schroder
Trent "Cobra Bolt" Sanders
Ikiala "The Rampaging Force" Loa
Claudia "The Hellhound" Kwon
Titus "The Beast Tamer" Sinclaire
Gryff "The Cobalt Comet" Evans
Tag Teams:
"The Shimmering Gems"
Re: Tokyo Brawl- Jess vs Stacy!
The fresh, knuckle shaped mark on Stacy’s cheek stood out for all to see on her otherwise unblemished face. Despite what Stacy had said, Jess’s punch packed quite a bit of power behind it. She expected strength, but this cow girl was a force Stacy’s character had yet to face yet. An excellent test for herself, sure…though she feared what a drawn-out fight might mean for her chances to win the Tokyo brawl. There was little point in winning a battle if it cost someone the war.
Still, Jess seemed to underestimate the Devil’s Major, her drunken stupor letting some of her emotions slip through when they normally wouldn’t. Jess was shaken, if only a little. The smaller woman, whom acted so very strange in her approach, had just taken one of her better strikes with little defense, and remained standing. Any fighter would be having second thoughts, and that was before Stacy launched herself at her foe, looking to pay her back for the strike. Stacy slipped inside Jess’s guard, her burning yellow eyes only focused on delivering the bomb of a punch to its intended target, her foe’s stomach. The fist impacted against the larger woman, and while her body seemed to shudder on impact, Stacy’s eyes noticeably widened. Punching Jess in the gut was like punching a rock…just how strong was this woman when sober?
The Major let Jess fall back, if only to let everyone see that she was doing a fair job clashing with this titan of muscle. Quietly, Stacy thanked a devil for Jess not vomiting all over her when she delivered that blow, but then her opponent began to speak, miraculously. Stacy’s yellow and red eyes traced Jess’s voice back at the source, surprised she was still able to speak. The Major’s silence seemed to hang in the air as Jess spoke, her gloved hands clenching into fists. Jess dared to challenge her again, apparently not learning her lesson and daring Stacy to go for another punch.
Do you really think you can beat me with only two blows? Fool, you should have accepted my proposal.
Accepting Jess Challenge, Stacy moved in to finish her wounded enemy, an irritated scowl resting on her face as she lunged forward with another fist ready to smash into her foe. This time, the Major’s target was the cow girl’s face, which stared at the Major with such cocky confidence it was practically an insult to her.
Like every classic villain, Stacy didn’t even consider that her wounded foe may have enough “will” left in them to push through there injuries and create a miracle.
Still, Jess seemed to underestimate the Devil’s Major, her drunken stupor letting some of her emotions slip through when they normally wouldn’t. Jess was shaken, if only a little. The smaller woman, whom acted so very strange in her approach, had just taken one of her better strikes with little defense, and remained standing. Any fighter would be having second thoughts, and that was before Stacy launched herself at her foe, looking to pay her back for the strike. Stacy slipped inside Jess’s guard, her burning yellow eyes only focused on delivering the bomb of a punch to its intended target, her foe’s stomach. The fist impacted against the larger woman, and while her body seemed to shudder on impact, Stacy’s eyes noticeably widened. Punching Jess in the gut was like punching a rock…just how strong was this woman when sober?
The Major let Jess fall back, if only to let everyone see that she was doing a fair job clashing with this titan of muscle. Quietly, Stacy thanked a devil for Jess not vomiting all over her when she delivered that blow, but then her opponent began to speak, miraculously. Stacy’s yellow and red eyes traced Jess’s voice back at the source, surprised she was still able to speak. The Major’s silence seemed to hang in the air as Jess spoke, her gloved hands clenching into fists. Jess dared to challenge her again, apparently not learning her lesson and daring Stacy to go for another punch.
Do you really think you can beat me with only two blows? Fool, you should have accepted my proposal.
Accepting Jess Challenge, Stacy moved in to finish her wounded enemy, an irritated scowl resting on her face as she lunged forward with another fist ready to smash into her foe. This time, the Major’s target was the cow girl’s face, which stared at the Major with such cocky confidence it was practically an insult to her.
an irritated scowl resting on her face as she lunged forward
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