Giving Back

[Wolverina]

Date: Mid Week
Time: 10:00 A.M.
Location: Concord Community YMCA in Concord, California.
Event: Anti Bullying, anti drugs, anti all things bad. =D

Eight young children, 4 males and 4 females, ranging from age 7 to 11 gathered excitedly around the portly, smiling old athletic director that stood before them. Mr. Spalding is his name and he calmed the chattering kiddies down with subtle hand gestures.

Mr. Spalding: "Kids, it is an honor to be with you here today and to be able to support this cause. You are all so brave. So brave in fact, that we decided to make your wishes come true. Your parents and school teachers asked you all who was the one person you'd like to meet, and every one of you said one name. Wolverina. So, without further adieu, consider your wish... GRANTED!"

He stepped out of the way and motioned toward the door behind him. The children sat silent, hearts pounding, wondering if it really was true. It was. Their precious little eyes lit up like a child's does on Christmas morning when Wolverina stepped through the door. The People's Princess was clothed in a pink shirt, form fitting blue jeans, and athletic sneakers of the Nike brand. Most notable, though, was the heavily dimpled genuine smile that dominated her pretty features. Her eyes sparked with as much excitement as theirs did, and she met them on the floor, dropping to her knees as they plowed into her.

They clung to her body with hugs coming from every which way, much like hungry pups would fight over the last tit for suckle on momma dog's belly. Haven was delighted. She gave back as many hugs as she got and then some, then commenced to kissing them more than they ever have been before - possibly by even their own family. Wolfie knew for these underprivileged kids it would be one of the greatest memories of their lives and she was damn determined to make it one to carry through their lives and beyond. They kept yelling her name and shouting different things.

Haven: "Seems like my little believers are as happy to see me as I am them! Oh and if we're going to be best buddies I need to know your names. Who do we have here? A bunch of little princes and princesses I see."

Jimmy, Kayla, Daniel, Rose, Buddy, Gail, Luke, and Lisa were the names joyfully screamed back at her. She repeated their names one by one and gave them a warm, toasty hug each. From there, she hushed them with a playful finger on her lips.

Haven: "I didn't just come with hugs and kisses. I brought goodies too!"

A lanky young man that works for the center stepped into the scene carrying a big bag. Wolverina took it from him with a blessed thanks and then opened it up. The wide eyed kid gathered even closer around as she teased them a little bit by not immediately producing anything from the bag. Alas, though, they were gifted with candies, stuffed animals, toy action figures, autographed on-the-spot pictures and even some cash prizes. As she did this she talked more with them, getting to know what part of town they're from and other info. Most come from bad areas. She finally got them calmed down enough to form a half circle around her as she sat Indian style.

Haven: "Look y'all, as much as I like being your hero, I've got nothing on any of you. You guys and gals come from some pretty rough areas around here, but each of you have rose above it and have made your communities and schools proud. Believe it or not, you even made this world safer. The more of you we have saying no to drugs and standing up to bullies who treat others like crap, the better off we'll be in the long run. You are the future. You are MY future. You are OUR future. You all have saved the world already, you just don't know it yet."

They looked to one another with impossibly huge smiles and widened eyes. Smiling also, Wolverina got to her feet and pointed to the court.

Haven: "Okay my little heroes, quick tip to stay ahead of the bad guys. Sports. Get active and stay active. But most importantly, have fun. Who wants to play some basketball?"

Of course, they all raised their hands and began verbally jousting for the services of Haven on their teams. In the end, however, Wolfie played on all their teams and even played some volley ball and jump rope with them. Noon was drawing close and bellies were growing hungry. There was only one solution for this.

Haven: "PIZZA! MOUNTAIN DEW! AND ICE CREAM! Come and get it hero squad!"

They came, they ate, they about exploded at the guts. Soon they sat around the gym's boxing ring as Haven stood inside it, still awe struck as they had been the moment she stepped through the door.

Daniel: "Wolfie, is that big mean looking woman I saw on TV trying to be your bully?"

Kayla: "Yeah, is she? She looked really scary! She is so big and strong and I don't think she likes you."

Haven smiled sweetly at them.

Haven: "Nobody is my bully. I'm just like you guys and gals. I don't tolerate that stuff. I stand up for myself and I stand up for those who are too weak to. Sure, she's a bully to a lot of other women, and even some men, but not to me. Yeah, she tried last week on TV. But look at what happened when I stood my ground. She backed off. Look, let me tell you about Aryana, that's her name. Yes, she's big. Yes, she's strong. Yep, she's tough as nails. But she's clumsy, she's slow, and she lacks technique. I have two things that will forever elude her - intelligence and skill. Actually, I have three things above her. The last one, believe it or not, is functional strength. Aryana is three inches taller than me and outweighs me by 32 pounds, but I'm actually stronger. Heck, I can bench press a Buick if I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew. I'm stronger than her mentally and especially physically. Think about it. I have this... "

Haven flexed her tight, toned, muscular right arm and the kids' jaws dropped at the sight of an impressive bicep shooting up.

Haven: "Aryana doesn't have that. Well, I take that back. She has it, but it hangs from under her arm along with the rest of the fat from her disgusting sea-cow of a body."

They all got a kick out of the insult and laughed merrily.

TBCB They Know Who

Attire worn for this segment:

[Envy]

"Well, well, well. I spy with my little eye a bitch dog with a big pair of flapping chops.”

With mouths agape the group turn to gaze at the source of the offending remark. A green haired deviant leans against the wall at the far end, wearing a wildly inappropriate purple latex dress and a pair knee high black lace up boots. She gives the straight edge poster child a mischievous smirk and narrows the space between them; “did I hear the trailer trash saying she could take me on?” Envy circles the country cutie, swatting at her soft brunette tresses mockingly and lightly touching the exposed flesh of her waist. How she delighted in invading the other diva’s personal space.

“I have to say, back wood bitches don’t usually do it for me, but there’s something about you Wolfie,” She placed her hand gently on Wolverina’s cheek, “something that makes me want to…“ Envy takes a deep breath in and then makes a gagging noise whilst sticking out her tongue, “vomit.”

Her hand departs from the pristine princess’ face only to fall again with a crack. Wolverina clenches her teeth, her eyes burning, but her stance unflinching. She refuses to give The Covetous Cunt the fight she is looking for. Aryana’s face contorts in disappointment, seeing Wolverina is holding back for the sake of the kids.

Bored with her adversary for the moment, Envy redirects her attention to the fidgeting Mr. Spalding, she gives him an inviting growl and nips the air in front of him, “hey teacher, I’ve been a bad girl; does that mean I get the ruler?”

Wolverina and the educator share a look of disgust before Wolfie flashes Aryana a defiant scowl, “hey now! I won’t have y-”

Envy returns her gaze lazily and interrupts the do-gooder midsentence, “you’re right Wolfie… I’m not your fucking bully… I’m not some sniveling little sook here for your lunch money. I want more than your lunch money, I want your pride and I want to leave you broken. I’m a monster, plowing through the front lines… Devouring the cannon fodder… Sharpening my claws on you dandies before I make it to any semblance of talent… Well, what little EVPW has to offer…”

She glances about and acts as if she just realized there were children present. Envy places her hand over her mouth, giggles sheepishly and bends down to the children’s level. Wolverina instinctively crouches with her, prepared to sacrifice life and limb for her pups, but the good hearted diva straightens when Envy gives her an innocent smile. She whispers to them in a soft whisper, making her New Zealand accent sound beautiful and tender, “Oh my, I am so sorry children. I can’t believe I’ve been acting this way in front of such impressionable minds. Aren’t you delicious little morsels, I could just eat you up!”

Her eyes flash as she utters her last sentence, sending a chill up the young one’s spines. The little tikes exchange nervous glances, wondering if the fearsome Envy could unhinge her jaw and swallow them whole.

“You know Wolfie; I think we can suss this all out right here. I’ll be fair, scouts honor. How about a good old fashioned arm wrestling match Wolverina?”

The country cutie eyes the other diva warily, “I trust you as far as I can throw you Envy.”

The Covetous Cunt chuckled and placed her hands on her hips, “just trying to give the little ones an opportunity to watch their hero defeat the villain in person. Don’t you want to make the kids happy Wolfie?”

The children all titter and pull at the diva’s pant leg, “oh please Wolverina! Please! Teach the mean lady a lesson!”

Unable to resist the cries of her fans the religious woman nodded in agreement. The two sit at the nearest table and join hands. Envy gives Wolverina a confident smile , “whenever you’re ready Wolfie darling.”

“Let’s go!” the country diva immediately began throwing all of her strength into her arm, trying to force Aryana’s arm down. The Covetous Cunt raised an eyebrow, her limb unwavering, and leaned in close to her rival, “is that all you’ve got cream puff? I told you, you’re nothin’ but a pretty face.”

The green haired diva suddenly slammed her foes arm onto the table, practically popping it out of place. She then grabs Wolfie by the shoulders, tugging her forward and over the table to smash their noggins together. Wolverina lolls back; momentarily dazed by the powerful blow, whereas the Kiwi diva remains unfazed. Envy maneuvers her around the table, standing from her seat and bending her prey at the waist in front of her. Envy smacks her thighs, which ripple slightly in response.

“I hope you’re ready for your pretty little face to be buggered by this sea cow’s thunder thighs,” The Covetous Cunt loops her arms around Wolfie’s and positions the home coming queen’s head between her legs. Aryana grins wickedly at the cowering children, giving them a moment to process what is happening, and then she falls to a sitting position, smashing their idol’s face into the unwelcoming floor.

Wolverina screeches in pain and grips a bloodied nose, the children sob and the chaperone looks on petrified with fear. Envy twirls around on her heels and heads for the door hastily, the YMCA members staring on in disbelief. Just inches from the door she stumbles, her head turning back slowly to the dumb founded spectators, “forgive me, I’m just so clumsy.”

(EOT)