KIDNAPPED Weekend recap Feb 20th 2015

[PiersKnight]

KIDNAPPED
Weekend Recap Feb 20^th 2015

I had agreed to fight Netty on the 20th Feb in Kentucky. But things changed I got sick with a head cold and the flu, and to top it off Nettie's group were being unreasonable to me as for terms for the match. So the match got postponed.

To start at the beginning, - the 19^th, the Day before; you remember me telling you about the conference I got to set down with, with Frank and the group? Her group wanted to do the Rape match as a consequences match, the loser gets dragged off to a private room where the loser gets beat up more and raped by the highest bidders.

I said to them, ?You know if I win, then you would be brutally dragging your OWN fighter off to the room to rape and beat on her more than what had already been done in the ring?? They did not care.

?I don't need you all to make my career,? I said, ?I don't have to fight Netty to be famous, I don't have to stoop to your all's level to make money or to fight, I have hundreds of women every day who want to try to fight me or to learn from me. If I stopped fighting today, I would have 400 more stories from my life I could write about and never be the same one.?

?I am this years Queen for the AECT (Amazons Extreme Catfight Tournament) 2014? I said, ?And I will start with the title for this year's tournament. WHY?? Because your group is not in the AECT tournament groups, nor do you all belong to any of the 24 countries that joined us last year. 4 Billion was made in winning on a global scale, you were not part of those because you chose not to be, otherwise I would have faced Netty in the rounds,? I said.

?So here is the deal, ladies and gentlemen,? I said, ?You best get your heads wrapped around this idea before you decided because it?s only happening one way if me and Netty fight again, - just a normal Catfight, -- period, -- with normal rules, nothing else.?

?And for those of you who are slow on the uptake, I DO NOT NEED YOU, YOU NEED ME, get that through your thick skulls, YOU NEED ME. Without me to make your career by defeating me you?re shadow boxing, or should I say, NETTY, - you?re shadow *** boxing.?

?So you take your time to ponder this while I get a cup of coffee, when I get back, either we will have an agreement or for you Pirates, an Accord, or you all can enjoy being out in the cold and shove your thumbs up your ***, because you can set and spin for all I care!?

I got up from the table and left for the coffee pot, off camera, I watched as my Group talked and whispered among themselves and shrugged, and the Judges all started to nod their heads because they had a game plan on our end of the conference. Netty?s group took about 30 minutes to ***** and moan and whisper about what they wanted and what they needed.

Two cups of coffee later, I came back to the table and said a quote from the movie called ?The Siege,? - "Might have a decision to make Netty, lose little now or Lose BIG Now? - Your choice "

To be frank, I think if I had been in their shoes, I would have chosen to make the logical choice and lose little, but that?s not what they said. The racist *** ******* from GA pipes up, - I know who the ******* was because he was the one who drugged me when I fought the blond **** down there once in Atlanta, the one who wanted to look like Melissa Coats, Bree, - ?Redneck Challenge in Georgia, Bree vs. Sara 2002.? This was a match for general challenge for the UECT Tournament. She got killed by a train trying to beat the crossing guard.

Anyway, the man who was her Uncle / coach, who stuck me in the shoulder with a drug, piped up for their group: ?If your ***** is too scared and chicken to do a Rape match, then we will just explain that you?re too chicken to do a rape fight.?

I said, ?Ok, NO MATCH, NO MONEY, NO CREDIT; bye,? and I walked for the door. The judges on my side of the conference said, "Ok No Match Sara, we will find you the match from Germany, - Barbara, she wishes to fight you for the title shot because she is next as far as being a contender,? I said, ?Ok, set it up.?

Netty and her group were still in the conference on the camera and saw and heard their shot at me get flushed down the toilet. The French judge said, ?Good day, gentlemen, we have work to do now.? Netty realized her group just ****ed themselves, we didn't buy into their bluff, this was not Poker; if it was, I was holding a Royal Flush, all spades.

Before I got half way down the hallway, they were calling me back to the room, - Netty's group agreed to a straight regular Catfight, nothing else, just a plain catfight, I said, ?Fine. Send me the paperwork and let?s find a date.? Netty says for all the room, ?This is not what GBox wants. GBox wants your **** ripped off, so since you don't want to fight an extreme fight, tell him I am sorry, I can't rip your **** off for him!?

I said, ?Nice try. - Guilt and lies don't work with me,? she flipped me the bird and said they sent paper work. My group and I read over the FAX and we made sure it was what it was, then I signed it and we sent it back to them. Everything was set for the fight, it would have happened in one week?s time and at the A frame house in Brown County in Nashville IN, I left and went home.

Monique came over and had dinner with me and decided to turn in early around 10. I watched AMC the Walking Dead, catching up on all of the episodes for this season and I went to bed after my nightly soak. Monique came to bed a few minutes, later but I never realized she got up.

As I said, O? God thirty in the morning I hear >> BANG, BANG <<, like something was being broken. I reach under my pillow and pulled out my customized .475, it?s an Auto mag.

Yes, I had the flu, I was trying to get over the flu, which was the reason why I wanted to reschedule a date for a future time and we did, we had a date, and she and her group stabbed me in the back, both real and figuratively.

Anyway, so at O' God thirty in the morning I hear >>BANG -- BANG <<, the sound of something heavy being rammed into something solid, like my front door. I pulled my .475 customized hand gun from under my pillow and pulled the slide back and chambered the first round and grabbed a clip from the dresser drawer, I heard a man cry out in pain then another one and some one go to the basement followed by some group of persons thudding up the stairs.

One man turned the corner and I shot him twice in his chest knocking him back into the bath room tub, three rushed in the room and I shot the first one in the head and chest, he fell down and the third one ducked back out into the hall way as the second one grabbed my ****. He pushed me back into the dresser and I kneed him in the nuts then the face and shot him into the closet.

The fourth one jumped across the bed trying to tackle me, I dodged him and as he got up I shot him out the window; the clip was empty and my slide clicked back, I reach down to pick up my second clip and snap it in and felt my back hit by a baseball bat.

I turned with my right and changed hands shooting with my left killing the one guy with a head shot and then got shot with a Tazer gun and punched in the face followed by several kicks to my abs, which was pointless because every muscle in my abs were clinched up tight, he might as well have been kicking a wall at that moment.

Then after I soaked up the Tazer Guns battery, I started to move rather shaky, the one nude guy punches me again and his buddy jabbed the cattle prod in my side and I felt them grab me and drag me down the stairs.

I woke up to men taking turns ****ing me between the **** while I was chained up, my chest was covered in sperm and had it in my hair and on my face, they didn't waste any time rubbing their ***** on me and trying to **** me any way they could.

When I came round, they started to laugh at me then kick me in my ribs and abs and ****. One guy had a boner and peed over my **** and in my face, or peeing while he ****ed me between my ****, all the while, one guy kicked me in the back, I used his legs against him and kicked his legs out from under him, as I wrapped my legs around his neck and twisted my hips >> CRACK <<, he flopped around on the floor like a fish.

They yanked the chains up and I was hung by my wrists, one of the men grabbed my ***** and shoved his fingers up in me and shoved his thumb in my *** and gripped me hard, I yelped out loud, it hurt. I heel kicked him in his nuts, - lucky shot, - I was just trying to get him off me, he fell down on the floor and I did to him what I did to the pee freak, I broke his neck, again, he flopped on the floor like a fish.

One of the men brought the cattle prod back in, I kicked it out of his hand and it fell on the floor, I felt the second one jab me in the side and I was stunned, I felt like a limp fish.

Sorry, the more I relive this, it?s just hurting. I try to detach myself from this, I?m having a trouble out of I can' t detach from this like I hoped I could, I can?t let it go. I know I killed a bunch of them, yes I paid some of them back, but it?s still fresh in my head, I hate it, I am filthy, covered in their ****. Animals! I want to kill them all, I am sorry, I know you don?t understand; I thought I could detach and treat it as if I was watching a movie that was not me, but I can't.

I thought it was be easier if I treated it like I was a 4th person, not there, I can't. - yes I killed a bunch of them, but it doesn't change what they did to me. This is why I don't like *** harness and the stupid **** that degrades women. I am a TRUE AMAZON, or I should say, I guess I am NOW. There are only a few men I love, the rest can die.

I just am not ready for the rest of this. Other than they dragged me around by my **** in a ***-harness behind a 4 wheeler I killed him too, so GBox got his wish. They hung me by my **** in a *** harness. I am never doing *** harness things any more, no it?s not his fault, ****ing ***** had her group take one thing out of his fantasy, but I will never do anything with his fantasy ever again.
Every bit of what I went through literally makes me sick to the stomach; I try to push it down, but I am not ready to relive this.

So after having the tip of a knife blade removed from a shoulder and strands of a bamboo stick removed from my breasts, I will be out of hospital soon, and when I am, Netty had better watch out. Our next match will be in private.

If I had fought one woman I would have beat Netty, but Netty is a coward, she ran away and let her gang of thugs beat me up, but they count it as a loss, - I lost the fight. If she fought 38 men would she survive?
Sara White Doe.
Edited by Piers Knight.