“Defending my fairy tale life… by force!”

This is Part 2.

“You….little…slut!” Rachel almost cried out from the ground. She actually got to her feet quicker than I thought she would. When she looked at the palm of her left hand she saw the blood. My right cross had busted her lip open. She was furious. “How dare you punch me, you little cunt!”

I hate being called that, so I went “Honey, please step back so this cunt can beat the snot out of this used up whore.” With that I took a step forward and was surprisingly met with a punch to my stomach. However, it was a very weak punch and my abs, hardened from years of gymnastics, took the punch very well. I let out an “oooffff” and bent slightly, if only to let her think she had hurt me. On cue, she threw a wild right at my head, which I blocked easily and then I stepped in and slammed a punch deep into her stomach. I wanted to impale her with my fist, but the “YUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” that she let out and her violently doubling over from the pain was good enough.

“That’s how you punch someone in the belly, whore” I taunted. “And this how you punch someone in the face.” With that I uppercutted her with my left, her scream let me know I hit flush. In fact, she grabbed her nose, but I could see a trickle of blood come from her hands. Not willing to let up again, I threw another clean punch to her belly, hitting the same spot around her navel again. This time, she doubled over gagging and holding her belly. I could see the blood stream down her face, I should have stopped, but she had insulted me and was going to pay! My left then crashed against the side of her face and then my right again to her face. Despite this, she stayed standing, her arms dangling and her face beginning to bruise and swell. Blood was all over her nose and mouth and she looked beaten.

“Had enough?” I asked? She then spit in my face. “Fuck…you.” Came from her lips. She then tried to punch me in the face again. I ducked and with true rage reared up and slammed another punch home into her belly. Blood sprayed out as she gasped in pain but I stopped her from doubling over. I then sent another punch to her belly and she spasmed. Another one and she fell to her knees. I held her head up by the hair and looked at this beaten woman, but I had one last thing I needed to say.

I spit in her face and said “NO, FUCK….YOU!!!” and punched her in the jaw as hard as I could. I heard the crack of fist against face and her head snapped around violently. Almost in slow motion, she fell and hit the floor, out cold. I shook my hand as it hurt my fist as my husband went “Come on, someone can pick the trash up later.” We went to our room and heard not another thing until TMZ ran the story.

Rachel, to her credit, never said who did it. My husband quietly paid her medical bills and slipped her a few bucks. She went on “The View” and showed the world her beaten face and welted stomach. People assumed for months it was Tiger’s ex wife or another one of his whores that did it, a comment Rachel alluded to. We didn’t care, and I showed her and anyone else that I do belong in their world and I can kick their ass when I need to.