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Eva Mendes as The Boss
“If the mistress is involved we should proceed carefully,” said The Boss.
She wore a look of concern on her face. Her nails methodically tapped the glass of her desk. Pinky, ring, middle, index, repeat. The clacking was the only sound in the room for a while.
Finally, Agent Blue broke the silence.
“We also need to proceed swiftly,” Blue’s voice said from the phone speaker. “If Loni Striker is involved with Agent Green’s disappearance then it must be revenge oriented, which means she’s in more danger than ever.”
“Agent Blue,” said The Boss. “We don’t even know if your fighting champ even came across Agent Green. You said she wouldn’t have been able to beat her.”
“No,” said Agent Blue. “But she’s strong enough to be able to hurt her if Agent Green took her lightly.”
“When have you ever known Agent Green to take anything lightly?” said The Boss.
Amanda didn’t have an answer. The entire time she knew Agent Green she was laser focussed and extremely competitive. And yet still the soreness in her own back made her imagine Agent Green struggling in the massive champ’s arms. Amanda had to admit to herself that she downplayed The Champ’s abilities to SPA headquarters. She was pretty good and strong as hell. She still didn’t think Agent Green would lose to her… but get injured and become an easy target for someone else? That could definitely have happened. In fact, The Champ was probably contracted to ambush Green. And the fact that she was connected to The Mistress was coincidence enough for Agent Blue to follow her hunch.
“I just have a hunch,” said Amanda.
The Boss let out a deep exhale through her nostrils.
“Fine,” said The Boss. “Pursue the link, but be extremely careful Agent Blue. I can’t afford to lose another top agent.”
The line went dead. Agent Blue took the ice off of her neck. She had to find Agent Green. She wasn’t about to lose another friend.
Agent Blue pursued the money all the way to an art gala in Brussels. It seemed Loni had her hands in quite a few pies, raking in money through both legitimate and illegitimate avenues. What was worse it seemed to be spread throughout Europe. If The Mistress was rebuilding her empire, she was doing a great job at securing her reach across multiple countries.
SPA had secured Amanda an invite to the Gala, which came with quite a few favors being called in. She knew that The Boss would be furious if she couldn’t find something on Loni or Agent Green soon.
Amanda had to try to make herself blend in, but she knew that would be difficult. While somewhat modest, she knew she possessed enormous beauty. Even if she wore more modest clothing she would still turn heads in the street. But this was a gala, and a gown was required. She opted for a flesh-toned dress that covered pretty much everything of significance. Her arms were bared and the gown had a slit that ran down her right leg, but it was small enough that she didn’t reveal everything. Still, as she walked into the building there were plenty of murmurs and staring. She tried to get in as quickly as possible and once there, she tried to become a wallflower as much as possible.
She was there to observe. Amanda’s philosophy to espionage was the less said and the more heard the better. After some time and shooing away several men who had enough liquid courage to come up to her, Amanda spotted an instantly recognizable face across the room. Tall, athletic, and in a low cut black gown was an absolutely stunning blonde. Her smile was as bright as any light in the room. As she laughed and flirted her way around the room everyone became fixated on her. That and her cleavage.
“They call her The Blonde,” said a voice behind Amanda.
Amanda turned around and saw tan, dark haired woman in a green velvet gown looking past Amanda. She turned her eyes back to the agent and gave her a small smile.
“She’s one of Loni Striker’s employees,” the woman continued, extending her hand to Amanda. “Emily Vanderbilt, I’m a journalist with the Golden Herald.”
Amanda took her hand and shook it.
“Kristen Poole,” Amanda said. “You’re the one doing that exposé on Loni Striker. All of her criminal activities and whatnot.”
“And fights,” said Emily. “The public loves hearing about a couple of beautiful women throwing hands. And I was doing the exposé before Loni escaped custody a few months ago. I’ve been trying to track her down since, but she’s a ghost. This is the last link I have.”
Emily gestured her head towards The Blonde.
“I’m hoping to get an interview,” she said. “But I hear she’s a tough nut to crack. And prone to violent tendencies. I figured if I approach her tonight though she won’t kill me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said Amanda.
Emily’s eyebrows raised.
“Well,” Amanda tried to explain. “If she works for Loni Striker she has to be dangerous.”
“Please,” Emily said. “I’ve dealt with serial killers and dictators. I think I can handle a blonde in a crowded room.”
Emily gave Amanda a wink and a smirk. Amanda couldn’t hold back a smile and slight giggle. As The Blonde made her way towards them Emily excused herself from the conversation.
“Oh but before I go,” Emily said, handing her business card to Amanda. “I’ll be in Paris for the next couple of weeks. Look me up if you have the time.”
“Maybe I will Miss Vanderbilt,” Amanda said.
For the rest of the night Amanda kept her eyes on The Blonde. After the gala started to dissipate, Amanda found it tougher and tougher to stay inconspicuous. It didn’t help that Emily gave her a fist-pump across the room after her talk with The Blonde, signifying she had in fact gotten her interview. The crowd grew thinner, and as it grew thinner the two most attractive women in the room stood out. Amanda knew the smart thing to do would be retreat, but she had The Blonde in her sights. SPA had been trying to get anything on her for years. The only thing they had on her was her reputation. Now there was a chance she was linked to Loni Striker. One way or another, Amanda was going to find out.
More people started to trickle out of the venue. That’s when The Blonde finally locked eyes with Amanda. She had a glass of champagne in her hand and sauntered her way over to the brunette beauty.
“Are you enjoying the art?” she asked Amanda with a smile.
“Very much so,” replied Amanda.
“And what is your favorite piece?” The Blonde asked.
Amanda scanned the room. She had been so intently watching The Blonde that she had barely even registered the paintings and sculptures around the ballroom. Eventually her eyes settled on a familiar piece.
“That Picaso is intriguing,” Amanda said, gesturing towards the piece across the room.
The Blonde’s eyes remained fixated on Amanda, but her smile grew slightly larger. She hung her glass out in the air and a waiter suddenly rushed over to take it from her. Then, she took Amanda by the arm.
“Let’s go see it again,” she said.
The two women strode hip-to-hip together across the room. Amanda’s body language was stiff. She had only heard rumors of The Blonde’s fighting prowess of course, but seeing her in person made her believe the stories. This was a dangerous woman who could attack at any minute. Meanwhile, The Blonde seemed relaxed. Joyous even, as if she was warmy escorting an old friend.
They stopped in front of the piece.
“Le pigeon aux petits pois,” said The Blonde. “I’m so happy you love this piece. Most people see Picasso and think of carnage, suffering… Guernica and the like. But this is just a very simple slice of life to me. Just told through an intricate yet delicate way.”
“I didn’t know this gala had replicas,” said Amanda.
“What makes you think it’s a replica?” asked The Blonde, turning to her.
Amanda met her gaze, “Well, the original was stolen almost a decade ago. So I’m assuming this is a replica.”
“What an interesting assumption,” replied The Blonde. “Perhaps it’s a discussion you would like to continue in private?”
“Yes,” Amanda said. “It is a conversation built for privacy, isn’t it?”
A three block walk later and Amanda found herself alone in an elevator with The Blonde. They stood together closely, as the elevator was quite small. They didn’t look at each other. They stared ahead. They could see one another’s distorted figures in the reflection of the silver elevator. Amanda knew The Blonde stood slightly taller than her. She figured around two inches. She also pegged her for about 15 to 20 pounds heavier than her, which she was surprised at based on the few surveillance photos SPA had gotten. But in person Amanda had to admit… she felt small standing next to her. Smaller than when she stood face-to-face with The Champ. As Amanda stood next to The Blonde it felt like she took up two thirds of the elevator. And yet, she was trim and athletic.
The ding of the elevator broke the silence.
“I’m just looking for answers,” Amanda said. “Not a fight.”
“It’s interesting you think you’ll get one without the other,” The Blonde replied.
The doors slid open. The Blonde turned towards Amanda and gestured for her to walk out first. Amanda met her eyes. The Blonde dropped her gesture. The two women stared at each other for a moment.
And then…
Fists started to fly. Amanda got the first hit in, a right hook that would put most of the people in the world on their ass. But not The Blonde. She stumbled backwards against the wall of the elevator, but then used it to propel herself forward. This normally would have given Amanda time to land another punch, but the velocity and speed with which The Blonde moved surprised her, as the Blonde brought her right fist with her, using the momentum of the push, and slammed it straight between Amanda’s eyes. Now it was Amanda’s time to crash into the wall.
The Blonde moved forward, but Amanda kicked her foot out and landed it to The Blonde’s gut. The kick was enough to force her out of the elevator. The doors began to close, but The Blonde grabbed hold of Amanda’s ankle and yanked her clean into the hall. Amanda fell to her back as The Blonde stood over her with her right ankle in her hand. Amanda kicked her left foot up at her stomach, which once again connected and caused The Blonde to drop her other foot.
On her back on the hallway carpeting, Agent Blue put her hands on the floor, then sprung up to her feet in one fluid motion. She did it so quickly that even The Blonde seemed taken aback. This gave Agent Blue a chance to go on the offensive. She landed a right and then left cross to The Blonde, which caused her to stumble backwards some more. Amanda had her larger opponent on the ropes, she just had to keep the pressure on.
She leapt in the air and spun around, letting her right foot slice across her opponent’s guard. The only problem was that kicking those forearms was like kicking stone. For a kick Amanda designed to negate a traditional guard that The Blonde was sporting, it was virtually ineffective. The guard stayed up, but at least the momentum carried her opponent into the wall.
Nimbly landing on her feet, Amanda tried to throw another right to sneak through the very small opening she created in The Blonde’s guard with her kick. But the opening was so small that her fist got jammed between her forearm and bicep. This let The Blonde grab Amanda’s fist with her other hand and yank her into the wall.
Agent Blue hit the wall hard and shoulder-first. The Blonde still had a hold of her hand, which she used to yank Amanda once more, this time towards her. It resulted in a seamless transition into a bearhug. Then, in another fluid motion The Blonde lifted Amanda off of her feet, snapped her hips to the side, pivoted on her right foot, and slammed the agent down to the floor with her full bodyweight on top of her.
That shook Amanda to her core. She had been bodied before, but there was something different about that. The way she was effortlessly lifted up in the air and slammed back down in an instant. She had fought plenty of women bigger and stronger than her… that was the single most impressive display of power anyone had executed against her.
It hurt so badly that Amanda was in shock, which allowed The Blonde to continue on the offensive. She quickly mounted the SPA agent, pinning her arms to the sides with her knees, and began to tee off on her unprotected face. A brutal right and then a left. Amanda’s head snapped from side to side.
Amanda lifted up her own legs, now thankful for the opening her dress provided, and brought them back around The Blonde’s head. She clapped her high heels together so that her calves smacked The Blonde directly on the side of her throat, but The Blonde quickly snapped her arms up to protect her.
“Uh-uh,” said the smirking blonde.
She shot her hands out and took hold of Amanda’s ankles. Then she began to fold the agent’s legs forward. The Blonde scooted herself forward. Admittedly her gown wasn’t ideal for this position as she couldn’t spread her knees out as wide as she’d like. As she came up towards Amanda’s shoulders, the bottom of the dress was too tight.
“Damn high quality fabrics,” The Blonde muttered.
She had the agent in prime position to simply smother into unconsciousness, but The Blonde’s wardrobe had other plans. So, instead she had to settle for letting Amanda’s legs drop and moving into a reverse facesit position.
This gave Amanda the opening she needed to get her hands on The Blonde’s lower thighs. She pressed with all of the power she could muster and lifted her opponent up just enough to slide out from under her. Once again, Amanda was able to jump onto her feet cleanly. Then she spun around, foot extended, and landed a beautiful kick to The Blonde’s jaw that sent the bigger woman flying to her side.
Agent Blue knew she had just escaped catastrophe. But her resolve and technique looked like it was going to be too much for her bigger enemy. Amanda grabbed The Blonde by her golden locks and banged her head into the wall. Then she reached down and clenched her by the front straps of her dress. She hoisted the woman to her knees.
“Where’s Agent Green?” Amanda asked, her teeth clenched as she leaned in close to The Blonde’s face.
The Blonde didn’t answer. She looked a bit out of it, so Amanda decided to wake her up a bit. She brought her right fist back and clocked her.
The Blonde let out a groan of pain.
“Tell me where Agent Green is,” Amanda demanded. “Did The Mistress take her? Where the hell is she?”
The Blonde once again didn’t answer. She dropped her head.
“Oh no,” said Amanda. “You don’t get to get out of this that easily. You’re going to answer me.”
Amanda hoisted The Blonde back up to her feet. The large woman’s knees buckled, Amanda knew she had her beat. She walked her up to the wall, slamming her back into it. She leaned in close again.
“Where… is.. Agent-”
All of a sudden Amanda felt her body pulled into The Blonde’s. The powerful and intimidating woman wasn’t out of it just yet! Instead, she had snaked her arms around Amanda’s torso and now was in the process of bending her by the spine.
Amanda shrieked in pain. She had felt bearhugs before… none of them like this.
Her chest was instantly flattened. Her spine was bent backwards at a sharp angle. Her hands dropped down from The Blonde’s dress down to her arms. Amanda tried as hard as she could to push out of the hold. But as her face contorted in pain and screams of pain escaped her mouth, she realized The Blonde could keep this hold for as long as she wanted. After what felt like an eternity, The Blodne finally lifted Amanda off of her feet and then once more pivoted. But this time she did it to swing the brunette’s body toward the wall, where she viciously slammed her shoulder-first.
The Blonde released her hug and Amanda slid to the floor. The larger woman took hold of Amanda’s hair and yanked her up to her feet. Then she tossed her across the hall.
Amanda hit it with a deft thump. She brought her guard up and The Blonde did the same.
“I’ve studied you Agent Blue of SPA,” said The Blonde. “I’ve watched all of the footage I could on you. And I am amazed. You’re way better in person.”
The two threw strikes toward each other. The Blonde blocked all of Amanda’s. One of The Blonde’s got Amanda on the jaw. They both stayed standing with their guards up, though.
“This is what I wanted,” said The Blonde. “Loni wanted to just have you taken care of cleanly, but I convinced her otherwise.”
They began trading strikes again. Amanda was able to get a jab in, but The Blonde stood tall and blew by the agent’s defense with an uppercut and left cross. Amanda stumbled to the side, grabbing her jaw as she paced before turning around. The Blonde didn’t advance, instead she stayed disciplined in her stance. Amanda put her guard back up and stepped forward.
“I wanted to see who was better,” The Blonde said.
Amanda threw a right. Blocked. A left, dodged. She ate a right. She tried to land a kick to The Blonde’s side, but the bigger woman caught her by the leg and landed a straight heel-kick to the agent’s stomach. Amanda doubled over, and The Blonde brought her own hands together, interlocking her fingers. She squatted down a bit, and then uppercutted Amanda with both fists at the same time. Agent Blue dropped.
“And I think I have my answer,” The Blonde said.
Agent Blue let out a frustrated grunt. She pushed herself to her feet and began attacking her opponent with unbridled ferocity. She hit nothing but air and arms.
Meanwhile, The Blonde countered beautifully. She had frustrated Agent Blue, which would be a death sentence for most women. But The Blonde wasn’t most women. She was stronger than Agent Blue. She was more perceptive than Agent Blue. She was smarter than Agent Blue. She had a better technique than Agent Blue.
She was better than Agent Blue.
Amanda tried to land a bevy of haymakers, but The Blonde was dodging them with ease now and responding with huge hooks of her own. One left in particular sent Amanda back down to the floor. She let out another desperate throaty groan as she pushed herself up to her feet and continued to try to land punches.
Agent Blue couldn’t land a thing. And The Blonde was now landing everything. Another uppercut dropped Amanda. Every time she stood up she did it slower. Her arms were heavy. Her punches didn’t have a fraction of the power behind them. She didn’t even attempt any kicks because she didn’t trust just one knee not to buckle from the weight.
Another right hook to the jaw. Amanda tried to throw one back, but The Blonde ducked under it and connected with a left hook that sent Amanda spinning to the floor.
The agent’s cheek crashed to the floor with the rest of her body. She tried to push herself up, but her muscles shook like there were a million mini earthquakes inside of her. Amanda collapsed back down to the floor.
“Is it true you haven’t lost in the field in four years?” asked The Blonde, looking down at her work with her hands on her hips.
Amanda didn’t answer, she was too busy still failing to push herself up off of the floor.
“Well if it was true it isn’t any more,” said The Blonde. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Agent Green all about our little rendezvous.”
Agent Blue got up to her forearms and let out a guttural deep cry. She was trying to just will herself up to her feet. Her body was telling her no, but her heart and mind was telling her she could do it. She was Agent Blue. She had beaten the likes of Tilda Hastings, Charlotte Brooks, Lilly Stax, and countless other killers and war criminals. She had faced death and escaped every time. She had won. Over and over again she won. She told herself she was going to win again.
But The Blonde had other plans. She grabbed hold of Amanda’s hair once more, bringing her to her knees. Amanda looked up at the smiling face of The Blonde. She took in her muscles, her curves, her entire dominant body. That’s when it sunk in for Amanda.
She wasn’t going to win. She had already lost.
The Blonde once more displayed her immense power. She lifted Amanda clean off of her feet and up onto her shoulders. Then, she bent the brunette. Sharply. Deliberately. Amanda burst out to tears as her screams echoed up and down the hall. She wondered why nobody had come out of their rooms to save her. She wondered if anyone could stop what was happening to her. She wondered if anyone could stand up to the giant blonde juggernaut who was currently cruelly bending her back across her shoulders.
Agent Blue was one of the most accomplished fighters in the entire world. And the last thing she thought about before she passed out across the shoulders of The Blonde was how utterly outclassed she was tonight.
Amanda Jax woke up with duct tape across her mouth. She also had it around her wrists, her torso, and her ankles. Her eyes were met with a sudden flash of light. Around her were a gaggle of photographers, each taking snapshots of the agent in her current state: bound to the front doors of the gala venue.
Her arms and legs were spread out wide as they could stretch. She gagged as her tongue pressed against the sticky end of the tape. Her body had been fastened tightly by the corset of tape. Written on the windows around her was as followed:
My name is Agent Blue of the Secret Protection Agency. I was thoroughly defeated by The Blonde.
Amanda looked down and at her feet saw a collection of photographs that had been developed what must have been while she was passed out. One of the photos showed The Blonde hoisting Amanda over her head with only one hand. She hated how limp and useless her limbs looked, as well as the streaks of makeup down her face from where she had been crying.
Another photo showed The Blonde posing in the classic one arm flex while her foot planted itself on Amanda’s chest.
One of the photos was a selfie with The Blonde’s cleavage covering the entirety of Amanda’s face.
The last photo Amanda caught was one of just her unconscious face with The Blonde’s hand squishing her cheeks together.
The photographers continued on with their work as a news van pulled up. Amanda began to cry out under the tape, but her voice was muffled.
It was then that she saw a dark harried, tanned woman in an overcoat that seemed like she had just thrown it on. She pushed past the crowd and went up to Amanda. She pulled keys out of her pocket and began to work at the duct tape along Amanda’s wrists. Then her ankles. Then her torso. Amanda collapsed into her arms, tears welling up.
“Shhh… shhhh,” Emily Vanderbilt said. “Hey it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Unfortunately for Agent Blue, none of this was okay.
