And he was winning. This particular part of it, anyway. Slowly but surely, he was forcing Mr. Anderson back, and then down. And when Mr. Anderson’s knee touched the mat, Dad smirked and said, “On your fuckin’ knees, bitch!”
“Fuck you!” Before Dad could stop him, Mr. Anderson had yanked his right hand free and plunged it deep into Dad’s gut, doubling him over. Mr. Anderson jerked his head straight up, and it hit Dad right in the face with an audible CRACK! I gasped in horror as blood started to gush from Dad’s nose, and he staggered backwards, clearly stunned.
Mr. Anderson strode forward and grabbed Dad with both hands, then turned and threw him bodily into the wall. Dad hit hard enough to bounce, and he dropped to his hands and knees, blood still dripping from his nose and his sides heaving as his breaths came in short, heavy gasps.
Mr. Anderson went right back to work on him. My heart was in my throat as he drew his leg back—and then kicked Dad right in the gut! Dad went down flat again, and Anderson turned to me with a smirk.
“Looks like your dad is history,” he said, “and you’re gonna be my bitch!”
I watched anxiously as Mr. Anderson grabbed Dad by the hair and forced him up to his feet, still bleeding from the headbutt. He had Dad by the throat, and was laughing in his face. “Ready to give it up, Taylor?” he asked mockingly.
Dad’s only response was to spit in Mr. Anderson’s face. It didn’t hurt him, of course—but for a brief second, his grip on Dad loosened.
And that was all the opportunity Dad needed.
His right foot lashed out, catching Mr. Anderson just north of the border! Mr. Anderson staggered back, gasping and wheezing, as Dad slowly got to his feet. Next to me, Anderson went pale, and his jaw dropped open.
Dad had his fists up, and Mr. Anderson didn’t realize that Dad was coming for him until it was almost too late. Dad’s left fist shot out and only just missed Mr. Anderson, who dodged out of the way. But he was too slow to make the second jab miss, and it smashed into his face, snapping his head backwards!
Dad threw his left again, this time a hook. It caught Mr. Anderson right under the ribs, and as Mr. Anderson curled his body around Dad’s punch, Dad struck with his right, pegging Mr. Anderson right on the jaw!
HardfightFfm (74 )
27/10/2017 22:28Wow so hot. Where are part 1 to 11???
JiminQueens2 (51)
01/11/2017 18:08(em resposta à...)
They're there. The folder is arranged so that the newest posts are first, so the older ones are on subsequent pages.
HardfightFfm (74 )
01/11/2017 18:11(em resposta à...)
And where can I find them?
JiminQueens2 (51)
02/11/2017 20:54(em resposta à...)
On this forum. Just go to pages 2, 3, etc.....you should eventually find the first part.
JiminQueens2 (51)
16/6/2014 18:41And he was winning. This particular part of it, anyway. Slowly but surely, he was forcing Mr. Anderson back, and then down. And when Mr. Anderson’s knee touched the mat, Dad smirked and said, “On your fuckin’ knees, bitch!”
“Fuck you!” Before Dad could stop him, Mr. Anderson had yanked his right hand free and plunged it deep into Dad’s gut, doubling him over. Mr. Anderson jerked his head straight up, and it hit Dad right in the face with an audible CRACK! I gasped in horror as blood started to gush from Dad’s nose, and he staggered backwards, clearly stunned.
Mr. Anderson strode forward and grabbed Dad with both hands, then turned and threw him bodily into the wall. Dad hit hard enough to bounce, and he dropped to his hands and knees, blood still dripping from his nose and his sides heaving as his breaths came in short, heavy gasps.
Mr. Anderson went right back to work on him. My heart was in my throat as he drew his leg back—and then kicked Dad right in the gut! Dad went down flat again, and Anderson turned to me with a smirk.
“Looks like your dad is history,” he said, “and you’re gonna be my bitch!”
I watched anxiously as Mr. Anderson grabbed Dad by the hair and forced him up to his feet, still bleeding from the headbutt. He had Dad by the throat, and was laughing in his face. “Ready to give it up, Taylor?” he asked mockingly.
Dad’s only response was to spit in Mr. Anderson’s face. It didn’t hurt him, of course—but for a brief second, his grip on Dad loosened.
And that was all the opportunity Dad needed.
His right foot lashed out, catching Mr. Anderson just north of the border! Mr. Anderson staggered back, gasping and wheezing, as Dad slowly got to his feet. Next to me, Anderson went pale, and his jaw dropped open.
Dad had his fists up, and Mr. Anderson didn’t realize that Dad was coming for him until it was almost too late. Dad’s left fist shot out and only just missed Mr. Anderson, who dodged out of the way. But he was too slow to make the second jab miss, and it smashed into his face, snapping his head backwards!
Dad threw his left again, this time a hook. It caught Mr. Anderson right under the ribs, and as Mr. Anderson curled his body around Dad’s punch, Dad struck with his right, pegging Mr. Anderson right on the jaw!
Mr. Anderson’s body stiffened, and down he went.
Tinko (0)
25/10/2017 16:28(em resposta à...)
wow DADfights so hot! Searching alle times any other Stories about that!