SEX BATTLE- Skeebo vs Chelsea (for MrsIffy)

Chelsea had her hair pulled by Skeebo's giant hand, and was pulled closer to him because of the great handle he had. Although she couldn't help but think that what he was doing was something a bitch would do. Wait, did he just call her a wench?

"You bastard!" Chelsea would yell, she didn't care who it was, that is something you do not call her! When she got close she would try to punch his jaw.

((Aaargh, what the fuck is wrong with me! I took too long to respond! I feel like a dumbass again...... " title="Mad" /> ))

A soundful impact of bone and flesh was heard, following by the big man's dreads flying in the direction that his had had jerked. A trail of salive spurted from the man's lips. Less than the second later, Skeebo turned his glance back at the smaller woman. His vision glared hot red and a puff of steam escaping his nostrils.

"You....HIT ME!!!!!"

Spoken like true poetry. Yes, one can assume that Skeebo had never graduated from grade school, but for a career in wrestling, the only degree you needed was a PHD in PAIN!!!!! " title="Laughing" />

"Yu likkle biyatch!"

Skeebo will prepare for a long wind-up, then attempt to clobber the woman with a hammer fist. The whole process will take a long time and anyone could pretty much see what he was going for.

(lol, don't worry about it, I took a while as well!)

Chelsea had smiled a bit, boy this guy was a dumbass. "Yes, I did hit you, and I'll hit you more before the night is through!" Chelsea would say, seeing that Skeebo was raising his arm, she would attempt to punch him in the gut before he could hit her with the hammer fist.

If it had worked and he had stopped again, she would go away and get a chair to hit him in the spine with. If it hit then she would be in a world of hurt and she would be in trouble.

"Hyunnng!"

Skeebo stopped in his tracks. His punching arm never hit its mark, and instead, went down to nurse his gut again. Gee, Skeebo needs a new attack plan, that's for sure. But wait! Where is that little bitch going? Going for a chair? In the F^&%ing bathroom? Oh no, no, no! Fuck that!
Skeebo might've been out-nimbled and out-smarted, but he'd be god damned if he loses to some little, big tittied BITCH!

The dreadlocked beast will roar, spin around and grab the chair before it managed to stike him. Then, he will use his upper mass and strength to shove the chair back in Chelsea's face, followed by a big boot to score doulbe bad-ass points!!

"RRRRAAAAAHHG!"

BAM! Chelsea would fall down hard at the shot to the face, and went down with a thump! She would groun and would start to slowly get up, taking time due to the hard shot.

"Y-you bastard....." She would say.

Getting up? Who said anything about Chelsea getting up? Skeebo aint having that. No sir! This bitch is staying on the ground! Before Chelsea would began her slow rise to her feet, the dreadlocked beast would deliver a cruel stomp to her legs! How cruel!

If this worked and Chelsea ended up crying out loud in pain as he would expect, Skeebo will take this time to pose for the non-existant audiance and flex his massive muscles, showing the four walls of the bathroom just how masculine he truly is.

Chelsea had felt her legs get stomped on, that hurt like a bitch! She would cry out in pain as she saw Skeebo show off to....the walls.....okay that is a little odd. She would attempt to make him pay while he was distracted, she would attempt to deliver a low blow to Skeebo.

"Yes! Everyone bow to Skeeb--Oooough!!"
The giant, mountain of hair and muscle doubled over and grabbed at his crotch. Tears filling his eyes and his once powerful, deep voice pitched up into a high whine.

"Y-you.....b-bitch!!!"

It was every man's weakness. Big or small, fat or thin. No man could ever witstand having his fruit picked! " title="Laughing" /> Times like these made ihm wish he was never fighting in a no holds barred match. Either that, or he should've worn some Nut Protection. " title="Laughing" />
The giant fell on his knees, facing away from the sly, ball popping skank, giving her ample time to follow up on the big, smelly beast.

((I'm so funny " title="Laughing" /> ))