A whole new world
Cheating Death
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
Ami could barely pick herself up off the mat from her position, simply lying there as the blood ran from her nose and bottom lip. She would eventually muster the strength to sit up. She winded, bruised and licking her wounds as she watched Trish enjoy her victory over her. It was all the more crushing for her to lose to such an arrogant little shit who wouldn't even shake her hand before the fight. The larger woman didn't mind losing to those smaller than her or even at all, though her proud nature, of course that would not be all. Perhaps it wasn't just Trish's arrogance as to why she slapped Ami's hand away, but more the fact that the two at one point had been best friends, and even more recent, an item. Though the woman who was now bleeding would have been the one to break it away from the Punk girl. Ami whom was one to look quite similar to her, having a head of medium length black hair, streaks of which were dyed both blonde and red. Currently so, said hair was pulled back into a short ponytail with her bangs framing her face, a face which lacked it's usual pair of rectangular glasses.
She was a beautiful young woman, if a bit on the taller side with a toned figure, she was intimidating as Trish's observation suggested, but far from undesirable, after all, she had won over the woman whom beat her tonight. Trish would momentarily leave the ring for the moment, off looking for something which didn't interest Ami in the least. Her mind was wondering back to the days she had spent with Trish, missing them. It was after all, part of the reason she took up MMA in the first place, to try and get her attention, perhaps win her back. Though as she would see tonight from Trish's behavior, she wasn't interested. Whether this was from her inexperience in the octagon, or just still holding a grudge from being dumped by the larger of the two, it remained to be seen. Fortunately, her trainer, an woman in her mid thirties, she would be at Ami's side, dropping a towel into the woman's hands and offering a hand on her shoulder in comfort.
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Life for Luke was far from easy, as that fight had taken far too much from him. Fortunately one of the few things it didn't take would be his life. Though he wondered how long that would last as he was now in an alien world of white. An endless plain of soft to the touch ground, uneven yet giving through it's rough exterior. White trees, thick in widths and so easy to sway in the "wind". Having been ejected from Trish's bosom, perhaps the most pleasant thing the Punk girl had done to him since taking him from his friend, it would go wrong as he now was hopelessly lost. Left to wander about in his surroundings, minutes of walking not even registering to the real world as a millimeter of progress, leaving any effort futile, and even aware of this, he would press on. It was bothering him, the familiarity of the surroundings, the odor in the air.... It wouldn't be until a loud rumble overtook him, and the sky, if one could call the blurred and skewed images of the real world outside of this microscopic hellhole the sky, began to shift violently.
He would feel his stomach threaten to enter his throat, he feeling like he would be ripped from this place too before it would all stop. Looking up, he couldn't help but feel his mouth open in shock. The sky, formerly blurred would begin to focus as he picked himself up. Taking note of the "trees he was surrounded with having cut his arm open, te blood flowing from his arm seeping to the ground underneath him, noticeable amount to him which he doubted an ant could see. Though his wounds were the least of his worry for the moment as he saw his sky, the face of a attractive young woman, but more importantly, not Trish's. Dumbfounded he would see that the face was getting closer, as if she were dipping her face into his world, no wait....her head wasn't moving, she was in fact moving his world. As if she had a grip around Earth much like a hand wrapping around an apple.
He could see every cut she had on her face, no doubt from the fight. A busted lip and nose, a cut above her right brow, He couldn't believe the damage that Trish was capable of to someone so monolithic in comparison to him, planetary even. For a moment, Luke would feel quite appreciative to her, for not having done so much to him. Sure she may have stomped the living shit out of him and made him so small, but he knew it could be far worse.
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Ami would use the towel, her blood already spotting the white fabric in a few spots, being littered and fermented with patches of moistness of her sweat. Her blue eyes looking up to meet her coaches who offered her the words of encouragement she needed to hear. Though it wouldn't do much for the tall young lady. She would continue to train and fight, perhaps train even harder than she already had, learning to fight better as opposed to relying on her natural born gifts. Though, once thing was for sure, she needed to confront Trish, if for all else, just for closure. Giving her face one last good wipe, Ami would leave the ring, and begin to track down her ex-lover, only to find her in the locker room, she expecting Trish to be ready to shower. Instead she found her in a frantic searching for something. "Uhhhh, lose something?" She couldn't help but call out to her.
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"I'm on a towel!?" Luke would shout aloud as it dawned on him. The smell of sweat amplified around him, these white trees actually fibers. Just how small was he for them to be that damn big?! He wouldn't have time to dwell on this however before his world would make contact, much like a meteor into the planet. Though unlike that, he would find himself simply shifted over, somehow not dying as his body smacked into the flesh covered plain that was Ami's forehead. Whilst she was stationary, Luke would be able to take in the surroundings. Sweatbeads the size of an entire lake, the endless trails of flesh, and of course, a large chasm painted crimson. One as large as the grand canyon to him. This of course being the wound above her right eye where Trish's fist had clipped her. It was a surreal sight for him, to see something so.....violent magnified by this much. The imperfections of her skin having been torn, the blood which still came forth.
He almost couldn't help himself as he would move forward to inspect, finding the view too intriguing to pass up. In his time spent, he couldn't help but look to his own arm which still bled and wonder. Unfortunately, Ami would begin to move, the only way he would know this of course would be that his entire world just simply shifted. The bad news in this would be that he was not prepared, this sending him face down into her forehead, coming to a sliding stop just before her wound. He thankful to of not slid in, knowing his impossible it would have been to get out, as well as just being gross. Though not all would be well as his wounded arm would be cast over the cliff her cut seemed to make, and his "tainted" blood was mixing with hers....
She was a beautiful young woman, if a bit on the taller side with a toned figure, she was intimidating as Trish's observation suggested, but far from undesirable, after all, she had won over the woman whom beat her tonight. Trish would momentarily leave the ring for the moment, off looking for something which didn't interest Ami in the least. Her mind was wondering back to the days she had spent with Trish, missing them. It was after all, part of the reason she took up MMA in the first place, to try and get her attention, perhaps win her back. Though as she would see tonight from Trish's behavior, she wasn't interested. Whether this was from her inexperience in the octagon, or just still holding a grudge from being dumped by the larger of the two, it remained to be seen. Fortunately, her trainer, an woman in her mid thirties, she would be at Ami's side, dropping a towel into the woman's hands and offering a hand on her shoulder in comfort.
----
Life for Luke was far from easy, as that fight had taken far too much from him. Fortunately one of the few things it didn't take would be his life. Though he wondered how long that would last as he was now in an alien world of white. An endless plain of soft to the touch ground, uneven yet giving through it's rough exterior. White trees, thick in widths and so easy to sway in the "wind". Having been ejected from Trish's bosom, perhaps the most pleasant thing the Punk girl had done to him since taking him from his friend, it would go wrong as he now was hopelessly lost. Left to wander about in his surroundings, minutes of walking not even registering to the real world as a millimeter of progress, leaving any effort futile, and even aware of this, he would press on. It was bothering him, the familiarity of the surroundings, the odor in the air.... It wouldn't be until a loud rumble overtook him, and the sky, if one could call the blurred and skewed images of the real world outside of this microscopic hellhole the sky, began to shift violently.
He would feel his stomach threaten to enter his throat, he feeling like he would be ripped from this place too before it would all stop. Looking up, he couldn't help but feel his mouth open in shock. The sky, formerly blurred would begin to focus as he picked himself up. Taking note of the "trees he was surrounded with having cut his arm open, te blood flowing from his arm seeping to the ground underneath him, noticeable amount to him which he doubted an ant could see. Though his wounds were the least of his worry for the moment as he saw his sky, the face of a attractive young woman, but more importantly, not Trish's. Dumbfounded he would see that the face was getting closer, as if she were dipping her face into his world, no wait....her head wasn't moving, she was in fact moving his world. As if she had a grip around Earth much like a hand wrapping around an apple.
He could see every cut she had on her face, no doubt from the fight. A busted lip and nose, a cut above her right brow, He couldn't believe the damage that Trish was capable of to someone so monolithic in comparison to him, planetary even. For a moment, Luke would feel quite appreciative to her, for not having done so much to him. Sure she may have stomped the living shit out of him and made him so small, but he knew it could be far worse.
---
Ami would use the towel, her blood already spotting the white fabric in a few spots, being littered and fermented with patches of moistness of her sweat. Her blue eyes looking up to meet her coaches who offered her the words of encouragement she needed to hear. Though it wouldn't do much for the tall young lady. She would continue to train and fight, perhaps train even harder than she already had, learning to fight better as opposed to relying on her natural born gifts. Though, once thing was for sure, she needed to confront Trish, if for all else, just for closure. Giving her face one last good wipe, Ami would leave the ring, and begin to track down her ex-lover, only to find her in the locker room, she expecting Trish to be ready to shower. Instead she found her in a frantic searching for something. "Uhhhh, lose something?" She couldn't help but call out to her.
---
"I'm on a towel!?" Luke would shout aloud as it dawned on him. The smell of sweat amplified around him, these white trees actually fibers. Just how small was he for them to be that damn big?! He wouldn't have time to dwell on this however before his world would make contact, much like a meteor into the planet. Though unlike that, he would find himself simply shifted over, somehow not dying as his body smacked into the flesh covered plain that was Ami's forehead. Whilst she was stationary, Luke would be able to take in the surroundings. Sweatbeads the size of an entire lake, the endless trails of flesh, and of course, a large chasm painted crimson. One as large as the grand canyon to him. This of course being the wound above her right eye where Trish's fist had clipped her. It was a surreal sight for him, to see something so.....violent magnified by this much. The imperfections of her skin having been torn, the blood which still came forth.
He almost couldn't help himself as he would move forward to inspect, finding the view too intriguing to pass up. In his time spent, he couldn't help but look to his own arm which still bled and wonder. Unfortunately, Ami would begin to move, the only way he would know this of course would be that his entire world just simply shifted. The bad news in this would be that he was not prepared, this sending him face down into her forehead, coming to a sliding stop just before her wound. He thankful to of not slid in, knowing his impossible it would have been to get out, as well as just being gross. Though not all would be well as his wounded arm would be cast over the cliff her cut seemed to make, and his "tainted" blood was mixing with hers....
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