Mike looking for his room (for MrsIffy)

Mike's "plan" worked better that he ever expected... she had tickles! who knew.

As soon as Phe let go of her painful armbar, he rolled away while she rose to her feet. He ended up in a crouching position nursing his damaged arm sighting in relief "Fiuuhh.. that was lucky, mate..."

That's when Phe started yelling in her foreign language at the ref in the closet "I don't get a word she's sayin'... but damn that can't be good!" he thought as he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

She seemed quite distracted at the moment, slowly rising to his own two feet, he could take advantage of it..... if he was another type of guy. As much as he needed to win, he wouldn't take her like that....

"Hey Phe, dear!.." Mike called her out "..why don't ya leave the old fart alone?" he said as he shook his arm to ease away the pain "He ain't worth it, specially to such a beautiful girl as yo'self.... besides... this is between you n' me, right?" he then grinned a bit "...and I wouldn't like having to share you... specially with a dude in a closet" Mike opened his arms as a sort of invitation "..so what do ya say? Should we continue knowing each other better? Or ya wanna keep bashing at a closet?"

The reggea song in the background had long died and in its place, a staticy and distorted sound of a guitar sounding off over a basic drum loop was born. Phe wasn't sure if she recognized it at first, but after a few moments, she began to smile.

"So, you like Nirvana, don't you?"

Phe asked Mike in a soothing, friendly voice, different from the foul, heatful words that she had for the unfortunate ref...and speaking of the ref...

"Oi, don't worry 'bout him, aye...he talks too much. Sometimes I forget that he's a man and not a bitch-"

"HEY!" The poor guy tried to defend himself, but then quickly realizing that wasn't much he could do behind a closet except run his mouth. The woman shook her head, scoffed and turned her attention back to Mike.

" You know, I think he actually likes being behind that closet watching me fight....."

Phe brings up her fists and shuffles her feet ala the great Muhamma Ali. Kurt Cobain's voice had just started on his first verse through the speakers.

"....it probably gets him off"

He also heard the familiar tune "Well that's more like it.." he thought, right before answering back at Phe in a similar friendly tone himself. "Ya can bet that beautiful ass of yours I like'em!" he said with a playful smile.

Mike liked her little Ali impersonation, smiling as he spoke "So, good ol' ref James likes to peek on da lovely Phe..." he shook his limbs to loosen up a little, before getting back to his sort of boxing stance "...we might as well put up a show, then" now a wide grin showing in his face. Whether it was a forced one, trying to show confidence, or not, was not clear... maybe he was just feeling the music, who knows.

With that he decided to take the first step again, dashing towards Phe, faking a jab, hesitating to his left, just to go right and throw a punch to her side

*WHAM!*

An earthquake rumbled throughout her insides from the blow. Yes....that punch...she remebered that punch from not too long ago.

"Oui! Oui! Ca y est! Juste la!" Phe moaned with glee, yet not even her apparent joy could hide the obvious hurt in her voice. Her own head was brought down while her hands attempt to nurse the pain--that burning sensation which brought her such pleasure. She fought back the urge to hyperventilate; she didn't want to get euphoric too soon.

"Hurt me MORE!"

A low, womanly growl erupted from underneath that long, raven black hair that covered her face.

"Ooooh man, not this AGAIN!" The ref moaned shakily. Right now, his once so called prison was beginning to feel like a safe haven; atleast he was clear of that lunatic, crazy bitch, Phe. He would've warned Mike about her, but letting himself be heard right now would be a bad time.

He nailed the punch spot on, but to his surprise.. she seemed happy about it! And then came out of her soft lips, those words.... "Hurt me MORE!" He was ready to follow up with another move, but her words were totally unexpected on Mike's part, making him blush a little.

"W-what da hel-" but just as he was going to finish his line, his instincts took over "Shut ya trap mate! What do ya need? A formal invitation in yo' mail?!" yes... Mike's own instincts talked to him... "When a pretty girl asks ya sorry ass a favor... ya do it!! Specially this one! Just go ahead and make that chick happy!!" ...no arguing there.

If Phe hadn't taken advantage of Mike's short mental conversation, he will grab her left shoulder with his right hand "My pleasure baby!" throwing back his left arm up as he lowered his body, just before sending a monstrous punch straight to her gut as he raised an twisted his torso to add more power to it. "Incoming!!"

From the force of it, almost seemed like he was trying to introduce her stomach to its new neighbors... the kidneys.

Immense power combusted directly from Mike's fist and up into Phe's soft, feminine stomache. It was such a punch that made her blood run cold, and a gust of air leave her lips in fright, which Phe longed for.

"Oough!"

The woman felt her feet nearly leave the ground just for a moment, before the rest of her body eventually came down into a heavy heap--right on her knees by the man's feet.
Only an arm built with a supercharged 6.2-liter V8 engine can pump so much horsepower into a single punch like that. To put simply, Mike was definatly no man. He was inhuman.

"Y-yes....I felt....I felt that.....b-boy...."

Phe reamined on one knee and took her time to catch her breath, giving Mike all the oppurtunity to follow up if he dared.

It actually felt good... really good... more than he ever would dare to admit. Having the gorgeous girl, breathless at his feet... after landing that punch... he never had such feelings before. "Hey, as far as I'm concerned... she actually ASKED for it!" he thought to his inside trying to ease the nicer part of himself.

"Stop babbling, and keep pleasing that girl you moron!" those where his instincts pushing him to keep the pressure on her, and follow up already.

Mike reached down to take a handful of her beautiful dark hair, pulling her up "Yeah girl..... sure ya felt that..." He would then put her head under his left arm, wrapping it around her throat, squeezing a little before dropping down performing a DDT on Phe.

"Ya might feel this one too!"

The burning flame in her ribs pumped wave after wave of pure bliss throughout her body. However, the sudden pain in her scalp was strong enough to awaken a certain part of her mind. A certain part that made her remember how much she hated having her hair pulled on. Sure, Phe was a masochist. That much was true, but under NO circumstance will she allow herself to feel like a slut. And it was time to make Mike know that.

As soon as the rockstar's hand gripped a fist full of her locks, Phe instantly stood up, the bicep on one arm twitched with vigor, and launched an uppercut that would fly straight into soft fibers of Mike's stomache. The woman was looking for the blow to force him to double-over, giving her the perfect angle so that she spring a vicious knee bone straight between the rocker's eyes.

In his willingness to hurt her as she asked, Mike seemed to have touched the wrong button by grabbing Phe's hair. He was quite confident he had her for now so the beauty's punch caught him totally off guard.

"UUUuuuggGhhh!" the man was struck harshly in his already sore gut, getting doubled over by the hit, just to get nailed viciously in the face by her ramming knee strike!

"AAaahhHh!!" Mike cried out. That hit made him stumble backwards, leaving him halfway from standing up, one hand on his stomach and the other one busy nursing the pain in his face, giving Phe plenty of time to follow up if she wanted to.

...and to finish off her 3-hit assault, Phe will step in with one foot, bend her knees, twist her hips, and while pivoting on her front leg, she will fire a Spinning Back Kick! Her bare, naked foot would dig into the big, hunky blonde's ribs--if she had aimed it correctly.

"Rape Me" had just went through its final finishing chorus before the room fell silent again.

"Guys? Are you done? I t-t-think I gotta pee...." The poor, lonely ref moaned, breaking the dead and empty noise that filled the room.