Running is the stupidest form of exercise. Unless there’s an angry bear involved. – RiffraffIt was a little after nine the following morning when Taz stepped back into the clubhouse from her morning run. She still had bruises, but they were already starting to fade. After so many years, she knew how to take care of her body after a fight. Her hair was still in the multiple French braids that her friend Celeste had done like always. This time several braids melded into one of three at the back of her head, which then became one at the base of her head. Celeste loved doing her hair. She loved putting multiple colors in it. And she loved twisting all the colors together. She already had the next dye job picked out. Just had to master the braid. Taz usually just agreed to whatever Celeste suggested and settled into the chair for nap.Stepping into the building, she saw the concern of several brothers and her cousins scowl. She couldn’t help but grin as he started to walk towards her.
Old people and technology are always an entertaining combination. – PriscillaPriscilla was showing Toad how to cast a video to the TV in the meeting room. After the third time, he shook his head. “You’re just going to have to stay for a little bit of church.” He told her with a grin. Some of the other chapters had patched women, he knew that she wanted to be patched herself.The teen smiled at him broadly. Like her father and so many others of her family, she had black hair and blue eyes, but hers were from a bottle and contacts. She stood just over five feet and was just starting to really bloom into womanhood. Her hair was just shy of her shoulders and pulled into a half up do with a small rubber band. She wore jeans and a t-shirt and biker boots. Her facial features were a combination of girlish looks and the woman she would one day be. Slightly chubby cheeks with plump lips and lush eyelashes. She wasn’t quite a looker yet. But her father knew that she soon would be. And it was
Our sweet adorable little angel would probably kill her cousin given less than half a chance. – SinnerPriscilla tapped her phone screen and then the fight appeared on the oversized screen on the wall. “This is from last October. It was a charity fight, but see how she hits and then she spins around her opponent, quick kidney punch and then she’s back where she was and boom, boom, upper cut and leg sweep.” Priscilla walked them through several more clips, giving play by play commentary on them.“Why did you call her the devil?” someone asked. “It’s from her signature move. She spins around her opponent just like the Tasmanian Devil does.” The teen explained even though she thought that it was obvious. “I wasn’t always as big as my cousins. I had to learn how to fight dirty.”“And she can hit.” Knuckles said and his brother agreed. “Damn straight she can.” Priscilla said pulling up video from last night’s fight. “Watch this. BOOM! Fucking bitch goes down!”“Priscilla Marie Lowery!”
Shopping is nothing but pure torture. And I know torture. – DomThe following Saturday Taz walked into the clubhouse gym to find the guys setting up a boxing ring. She had noticed that the equipment had slowly been moved around through out the week, but didn’t ask about it. New padded flooring had been installed and the lighting was replaced. “What are you guys doing?” Taz asked as they hooked the ropes in.“Our consultant suggested that you would like to have a ring here.” Spider told her. “Who’s your consultant?” she asked watching them struggle. She rolled up onto the mat and walked over to manhandle the rope and post into place. “My daughter.” Molly said. “You’ve done that before.”“Some of my first fights required help for setup.”“Where do you want the heavy bags?” Buck asked as some of the guys brought in some boxes.“Ya’ll don’t-" “Talk to your new social media manager.” Molly pointed to his daughter who was directing the guys that were bringing in gallons of paint. “She
Every woman needs a super hero in her life. Cape is optional. – NanWithin days, Priscilla had the gym redone, Taz's wardrobe updated and created a new social media presence. Whatever the hell that meant. The brothers were telling her that she had a lot of followers. Again, whatever the hell that meant. And her picture was almost always being taken. She knew what that meant. It meant she was annoyed. And the questions. Favorite color. Favorite food. Did she always want to be fighter? What got her into it? What did she want to be when she grew up?How did she answer those questions? And answer them without giving away her secret. Her shame. The fact that she did not feel like a real woman. The anger she had literally fought through in the ring. The shame that kept her from telling even those that were closest to her. The secret that only Knuckles and Brute knew. The one thing that she was not sure if even Scrapper knew about her. Taz knocked on Riffraff's door on Thursday night. S
No matter how many fights Taz wins, an angry wife scares me more. – KevinThere was another week before her next fight. She had been working with her trainers and she loved being able to focus on nothing more than training. But she wanted to do something for the club. They had done so much for her. She had two sponsors now. They were small, and there was no pay. But the fees for her next few fights were covered. That was all thanks to Priscilla. The fifteen-year-old would call and speak with the company representative. Arrange a meeting. Tell Taz and Toad the details. And once she came over after school, she would ask for details. Whenever the representative asked, they simply said that Priscilla was either in a meeting or an assistant. They never knew that it was a high school student that was setting everything up. Taz walked into the gym to work off some frustration and found Knuckles and Spider in the ring. She knew what to expect from Knuckles. They had thrown punches at each
You ever wonder if the brothers look at the calendar and think, it's Thursday, we should have a party. – CamilleMolly was the one driving them home, and Taz was grateful. The doctor at the fight had treated her injuries and told her to check in with her regular doctor. She had agreed and wondered what his opinion would be if he knew that her regular doctor was now a retired special forces medic who was a physician’s assistant. When Doc wasn’t available, she went to Dom, a dominatrix. And rumored assassin.She had a severe aversion to doctors. An even larger one to hospitals. Too much of her childhood had been spent in one.Tonight’s fight was her first real win. No title or belt. But a real win. Not by points or disqualification, as her previous wins had been. This one was by a KO. She was sore. Bruised. Tender. Excited. Thrilled. Tired.Riffraff woke up Taz as she slept on his shoulder when the SUV pulled to a stop at the gate to the compound. Slowly she sat up and stretched. Then s
Scrapper, what goes on between them is none of your fucking business. Piss off. – Spider“Are you going to join me?”“Only if you want me to.” Riffraff answered. Biting her lip, Taz contemplated. It was tempting. But she was not sure if she was ready for that yet. If they were in the shower together, she was pretty sure that she knew where it would lead to. “I said no sex until I won. I didn’t win on points tonight. I won.”“You did.” He agreed. “How about a compromise?”“You compromise on sex?”“I compromise on a lot of things. I was raised in a house full of women. I know when to admit defeat.”“Are you admitting defeat?”“You let me taste you, and I’ll call it a win.” He said softly as he undid her belt and jeans. They were pushed down to her knees before he effortlessly lifted her onto the bathroom counter. Kneeling before her, he removed her boots and then her jeans the rest of the way. Movement caused him to look up and see her pulling off her shirt.Standing between her legs