(Beatdown Adrenaline Mode)
Kimura.
Leg lock.
Guillotine.
Rear Naked Choke.
Arm Bar.
Submit.
I couldn't understand why I was inside of an octagon cage in front of an ugly redhead until I saw a young kid sitting next to Jason Mayhem Miller, my favorite MMA fighter. My subconscious was taking my fantasies to a whole new level. I knew this sudden detox was not a very good idea. Now I was an MMA fighter, helping little Justin with a horrible torturing bitch.
Leg kick.
Jab.
Knee to the rib cage.
Fancy Uppercut.
Knock Out.
An amazed and grateful Justin was hugging my sweaty body, even though it didn't feel like my own. I earned 10 grand for this little kid and gave him the confidence I never had in real life. Big John took my hand and raised it, proclaiming me as a winner against a really nasty female bully.
"Remember, you bring out your bullies and we beat them up, on Bully Beatdown!"
Cameras off. Mayhem took my hand and said to my ear: "Meet me in the fighter's locker room in 5". I froze. Thank God this is not real. I know I'm damn good in bed, but I'm sure I cannot keep up with my latest sexual fantasy. I just needed a look in the mirror to understand that the night was going to end beautifully.
- Ready for the surprise, my smoking Winchester?
- Surprise me, ass kicker.
Things were going smoothly: Me against one of the lockers, and Jason giving me some love. I was surprised of how good I became in the art of love-making, and I was going to take advantage of it until I woke up.
- Punch me, you crazy woman.
- I'd rather spank you, please...
- Ok, be my guest.
- It's going to hurt, so take a deep breath.
- Spank me already, Charlotte!
Boiling water. Yikes.
I didn't remember when I got inside of the shower. That abstinence syndrome was killing me. How many days was I clean, 3 or 300? I completely forgot. Adam Mars was leaning on the bathroom door, watching me while I was taking my shower so I didn't drink, snort or inject anything into myself.
- Mayhem again, Sorrow?
- Yes. And it was going somewhere. Why did you wake me up?
- I didn't. You blacked out and I came here to check on you.
- You bastard.
Since Sid left me without a reason (yes, he dumped me like I didn't mean anything to him and I will never forgive him for that), I was trying to find something that could give sense to my life. The coke was damaging my body at a surprising speed, and I almost die once. Theo saved me, and learned how to use a defibrillator properly. Anyway, while I was in detox process, I was trying to find an escape for my frustrations and my broken heart, and I found it in a violent and popular sport: Mixed Martial Arts.
Yes. MMA were fun, interesting and it had barenaked hot guys inside of an octagon cage, punching and kicking themselves. It was a weekly bloodbath. I was proud of my golden triad of MMA fighters: Jason "Mayhem" Miller, Lyoto "The Dragon" Machida and Fedor "The Last Emperor" Emelianenko. Looking at the 3 of them with respect, I had the craziest fantasies with Mayhem... I can't seem to explain it, but he is totally my type.
Long story short, Mayhem was helping me in my detox process without knowing it. As a huge fan of Bully Beatdown and Mayhem, I got his Strip of Doom on my own hair, and I found out many interesting details of his life. I'm starting a new chapter in my life, and I hope it never ends. I'm just trying to feel ok and I believe I can do it while I'm not using drugs, just using some nice mental support and trying to reorganize my rockstar life from now on.
Kimura.
Leg lock.
Guillotine.
Rear Naked Choke.
Arm Bar.
Submit.
I couldn't understand why I was inside of an octagon cage in front of an ugly redhead until I saw a young kid sitting next to Jason Mayhem Miller, my favorite MMA fighter. My subconscious was taking my fantasies to a whole new level. I knew this sudden detox was not a very good idea. Now I was an MMA fighter, helping little Justin with a horrible torturing bitch.
Leg kick.
Jab.
Knee to the rib cage.
Fancy Uppercut.
Knock Out.
An amazed and grateful Justin was hugging my sweaty body, even though it didn't feel like my own. I earned 10 grand for this little kid and gave him the confidence I never had in real life. Big John took my hand and raised it, proclaiming me as a winner against a really nasty female bully.
"Remember, you bring out your bullies and we beat them up, on Bully Beatdown!"
Cameras off. Mayhem took my hand and said to my ear: "Meet me in the fighter's locker room in 5". I froze. Thank God this is not real. I know I'm damn good in bed, but I'm sure I cannot keep up with my latest sexual fantasy. I just needed a look in the mirror to understand that the night was going to end beautifully.
- Ready for the surprise, my smoking Winchester?
- Surprise me, ass kicker.
Things were going smoothly: Me against one of the lockers, and Jason giving me some love. I was surprised of how good I became in the art of love-making, and I was going to take advantage of it until I woke up.
- Punch me, you crazy woman.
- I'd rather spank you, please...
- Ok, be my guest.
- It's going to hurt, so take a deep breath.
- Spank me already, Charlotte!
Boiling water. Yikes.
I didn't remember when I got inside of the shower. That abstinence syndrome was killing me. How many days was I clean, 3 or 300? I completely forgot. Adam Mars was leaning on the bathroom door, watching me while I was taking my shower so I didn't drink, snort or inject anything into myself.
- Mayhem again, Sorrow?
- Yes. And it was going somewhere. Why did you wake me up?
- I didn't. You blacked out and I came here to check on you.
- You bastard.
Since Sid left me without a reason (yes, he dumped me like I didn't mean anything to him and I will never forgive him for that), I was trying to find something that could give sense to my life. The coke was damaging my body at a surprising speed, and I almost die once. Theo saved me, and learned how to use a defibrillator properly. Anyway, while I was in detox process, I was trying to find an escape for my frustrations and my broken heart, and I found it in a violent and popular sport: Mixed Martial Arts.
Yes. MMA were fun, interesting and it had barenaked hot guys inside of an octagon cage, punching and kicking themselves. It was a weekly bloodbath. I was proud of my golden triad of MMA fighters: Jason "Mayhem" Miller, Lyoto "The Dragon" Machida and Fedor "The Last Emperor" Emelianenko. Looking at the 3 of them with respect, I had the craziest fantasies with Mayhem... I can't seem to explain it, but he is totally my type.
Long story short, Mayhem was helping me in my detox process without knowing it. As a huge fan of Bully Beatdown and Mayhem, I got his Strip of Doom on my own hair, and I found out many interesting details of his life. I'm starting a new chapter in my life, and I hope it never ends. I'm just trying to feel ok and I believe I can do it while I'm not using drugs, just using some nice mental support and trying to reorganize my rockstar life from now on.
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