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All of a sudden he heard a commotion just outside the door Lillian had just walked out of.
"GET OUT MY WAY, YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!!"
Lillian was fighting someone in the hallway, Jim couldn't see who but they were really going at it. Suddenly Jim’s face exploded in a mass of pain and pressure. The fight had moved from the hallway to the doorway where he was laying. Both women were standing on him fighting. Someone’s boot was smashing his face, crushing his nose. He couldn't see who, it really didn't matter. He just couldn't believe the pain he was in. When the booted foot lifted off his face he was able to get a quick look through his eye hole to see Lillian was fighting Beth Phoenix. A drunk Beth Phoenix. And it was Beth’s boot that was causing him his most painful torture of the night.
Beth was a true Amazon. One of the tallest and heaviest of the Divas. Her boot came smashing back into his face like a sledgehammer. Twisting and stomping trying to get the best footing on this uneven surface that was Jim’s face.
Beth was so drunk that Lillian was eventually able to wrench free of Beth’s grip, stepped back and launched a direct kick to Beth’s stomach that caught Beth off balance, losing her footing, her stiletto heel caught the top of Jim’s left eyebrow where his eye hole was as she fell back landing full force on his belly knocking the wind out of him. She laid there on her back on top of him as Jim tried desperately to get air back into his lungs.
Lillian looked down at Beth who was holding her stomach, and yelling obscenities Lillian’s way. Lillian just chuckled.
"Silly Bitch" she spat at Beth and walked back out the door.
Beth laid still holding her stomach about a minute or so. Jim was glad the fight was over, he could feel blood trickling down the side of his face from the gouge left by Beth’s boot heel over his eye. Now if Beth would get off him he might be able to breath again. At least she wasn't standing on his face anymore. Or so he thought, he heard Beth say;
"If it hadn't been for this lumpy ass mat, I would have killed that skinny Bitch"
As she said this she raised her boot and slammed it down into the mat catching Jim square on the tip of his nose. A thousand lightening bolts went off in Jim’s brain as has nose seemed to disintegrate with the impact of Beth’s boot. She then jumped up full of rage, a drunken rage, and attacked the mat with a vengeance. She stomped onto Jim’s face, smashing his already broken nose over and over and over again. Each stomp harder than the last. Jim mercifully lost consciousness after the third or forth stomp. But Beth continued to stomp his face until she had used up all the drunken anger she had in her. She stepped off the mat walking down Jim’s body but tripped again crossing his groin area. This brought on a new rage and she started using the heel of her boot to stomp the new area that tripped her, Jim’s dick. She must have stabbed her stiletto heel into Jims groin 20 times or more until she poked a whole in the canvas. Not big enough for her to see jim, but a hole just the same. She was too drunk to notice the red spots her heels left on the floor as she walked away.
Jim woke up to a whole new world of pain. His groin was on fire and he was sure he had peed on himself cause his whole groin area was soaking wet. But the pain, why was his dick hurting so bad. Then he tasted the blood in his mouth and noticed he had something hard like little smooth rocks in his mouth. Then the realization hit him, it was his front teeth. Beth had stomped his face so violently while he was unconscious, she stomped out four of his front teeth. Jim cried openly. Luckily for him no one was in the locker room when he came to. So no one heard his sobbing. He reached up to feel his broken nose and to his surprise it wasn’t there. It had been stomped flat.
He cried harder not caring who heard him, how was he going to explain this to his wife, his employees, his friends. Would he be disfigured. He had been a very handsome man, a supreme catch he over heard one of his secretaries describe him to a friend on the phone. At least he wasn’t blinded yet. He broke down and cried some more until he drifted back off to sleep.
Jim was suddenly awakened from his sleep by
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