Xiaolin Showdown Porn Story: A Whole Lot of Nothing Chapter 11

Me again. Sorry for the replacement of chapters and such. I just read through them since I hit my tenth and I found grammar, spelling, sequence, and description errors. I hope you don’t mind. Well, my last chapter ended in a cliffhanger, so it’ll be easier to understand if you read that one first. Despite the “dirty” threat, I’m sorry to announce that I’m not planning any lemons.

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Earlier, I could’ve sworn we were still joking, but after Clay stormed off, I realized that I probably did something really bad. I’m seriously in danger of dying within the hour.

As I walked back to my room, I could only think about how it could’ve been avoided if I’d just stopped. It seemed harmless though, seeing how his hat was already soaked, but apparently, it was some sort of taboo only I didn’t know about. How was I supposed to know how sensitive he was about his hat?

In my room, I pulled on a pair of old shoes and an athletic shirt. The long-sleeved mesh wouldn’t let any mud or water in. My pants were ruined already, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to just leave them on. With a sigh, I left my room and headed for the training grounds.

On my way there, I met Omi. “What’s shattering?”, he asked me as I passed. I didn’t know what he meant, so I just didn’t say anything. He followed me, and we turned the corner.

As usual, Raimundo was there to correct him. “I think you mean, ‘What’s crackin”, Omi”, he sighed, coming to the rescue yet again.

“That too!”, retorted Omi. He was too busy contemplating the meaning of the slang to notice Kimiko standing in front of him.

“Hey!”, came the complaint from Kimiko when Omi crashed into her. “Oh, hi guys”, she said when she saw the three of us. “Whatcha up to?”

“I dunno”, shrugged Rai. “Do you, Omi?”

“I was following Matt”, he replied. He turned to me and asked, “What’s the news on the poop?” This time, Raimundo was stumped. Kimiko, who was our second reference, was baffled as well.

“I think you mean, ‘What’s the haps on the craps?'”, I laughed, and the others finally understood the butchered slang. “To answer your question, I’m going to the training grounds to receive some sort of punishment from Clay for messing with his hat.” A mutual gasp circulated around the other three.

“Dude… I’ve done just about everything in terms of pranking, but I’ve always been scared shit-less of touching Clay’s hat”, he shuddered at the thought of the consequences. “I mean, unless I had Omi do it for me”, he joked. Omi just kept walking while he thought about what Rai meant by that.

“Bad move, Matt”, sighed Kim. “Probably would’ve been better off with the boots, although I’m pretty sure that still would’ve gotten your butt kicked.” She looked down and clucked much like Clay did when I jumped off the roof. Before long, she whipped out her PDA and I assumed she was writing my obituary.

I turned to Omi in the last hope for good news. Unfortunately, he just shook his head and looked down like Kim.

“Wow guys, I feel loads better now”, I snorted. It didn’t hurt to joke a bit before I met my untimely death.

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At the training grounds, Clay was waiting for me with crossed arms. He was wearing his usual outfit, a blue collared shirt, bandana, jeans, and to top it all off, the cowboy hat. His sleeves were rolled up, and his shirt unbuttoned a bit. Looks like he’s getting ready for something.

Clay looked at the other three. “I don’t remember telling you to bring an audience”, he growled coldly. When I turned back to see them, they were all cowering behind me. That doesn’t look good. He didn’t pursue the subject, so they slowly revealed themselves.

“So, what’s my sentence?”, I asked. Any humor I could’ve put into the statement was scared out of me. Besides, he didn’t seem like he was in the mood to be amused.

“A wrasling match, you and me, right here”, he stated as he pointed to a ring full of grass and mud. Funny, I never remember seeing that there. It struck me that I probably made it with all the rainmaker business in the demonstration. It was just like digging my own grave.

I approached the opposite side of the ring, and we stepped in at the same time. He pulled off his shirt revealing a thickly muscled body. His veins didn’t bulge like many body builders, but his muscles were still sizable. With a quick motion, he discarded his shirt. On top of it, he gingerly set his hat; the hat that had made this entire mess. I couldn’t help but hate that hat.

Up until that point, I’d been wearing a T-shirt over my active gear. After I removed my socks and shoes, I peeled it off and threw it over to Kimiko. She swooned at the sight, and I could hear Raimundo grumbling something as he watched her. I threw an apologetic look to him before turning my attention to myself.

I looked down and I could see every muscle and ripple under the shirt. It was strangely liberating and at the same time awkward to feel naked. Despite his anger, I could see Clay blush a little while he looked at my dress. Before we entered the ring, he was just angry, but now he was angry and horny, a dangerous combination.

“Omi!”, Clay called. Omi immediately ran up to us. “You can be referee, but I can’t promise that this is going to be clean.” For that last part, Clay cracked his knuckles. It was very intimidating considering that Clay was nearly twice my size and weight and also had what seemed like years of wrestling practice. Wrestling practice with pigs no less.

Omi tentatively came to the center of the ring. “Begin!”, he yelled before dashing to the sideline behind Raimundo and Kimiko.

My mind was racing during the first seconds of the match. In an instant, I played over fight scenarios and formed plans on how to counter Clay’s attacks based on what I’ve seen before.

I expected Clay to wait for me to attack first like he did before, but this time it looks like he decided to take a more agressive approach. More aggressive as in charging straight at me. Consequently, he shattered all plans I had.

With his shoulder, he ploughed into my waist, knocking the air out of me. As the air whooshed out, I could hear Raimundo and Kimiko hiss and “ooh” in sympathetic pain. Thankfully, Clay backed off for a few seconds. I got up as soon as I could breath again, but the few moments I had spent on the ground served to place chunks of dirt and grass in my hair. It wasn’t the most flattering look I had, but it would have to do for the moment.

“Ready? Or should I go call your mama?”, asked Clay. He seemed pretty smug at the moment, but I couldn’t blame him; the odds were in his favor.

“What are you afraid I’ll cry?”, I retorted. “Because she’s the last person I’d go to.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot”, answered Clay. “She doesn’t give a damn about you anyways.” It was true. She abandoned me here, so I doubt she’d care if I was killed, maimed, or otherwise at this point. That didn’t mean that that low blow didn’t hurt. I looked down for a second and I let a single hot tear roll down my cheek. He’s going to regret that one.

My reaction seemed to throw Clay, and I took the opportunity to charge Clay. Unfortunately, I lost all of the advantages my speed gave me so I was forced to brace myself and lock arms with him. As we shoved and twisted, another tear started its path down the side of my face. With my brows furrowed, I steeled myself to win this match. Being the much weaker individual, I used my lower gravity to manipulate his force. His years of pig wrestling didn’t fail him, and he just broke our lock and deftly grabbed under my arms.

I was in a bad position, and I didn’t have much time to act. While he heaved, I put him in a headlock, but it was broken easily as he flipped me over his shoulder into the mud. With him on top of me, I began to sink farther than I had before. When I kicked downwards, I felt the bottom half a foot down. The realization dawned on me that having him on top of me could literally kill me.

While I fell farther, I clawed and pushed on Clay in an attempt to avoid suffocation. Luckily, he moved to grab my leg, and I kneed him off of me. However, he ripped off my shirt in the process leaving me with shreds swaying at my waist.

Normally, I would head spring up, but I was forced to wallow for a second before I could make it up into a standing position. The next thing I knew, Clay was back on the offensive. He came up to me pretty quickly and tried to reach around my left side. With his right hand reaching over me, I spun around so that I had my back to him.

I felt a thrill as his stomach rubbed against my back. For a second, his arms wrapped around me gently before he tried prying me off of his arm. I took that moment to flip him over my shoulder. In the split second while he was on my back, I could almost swear I felt something hard inside his jeans slide against my back too. I wasn’t thinking about it too hard at the moment.

With him on the floor in front of me, I put him in a mount and pinned his right hand with my knee. The other hand I put in a figure-four lock, but he wasn’t giving up easily; his torso and legs bucked and squirmed, lifting me off the ground more than once. When he pushed me off te other arm and began slipping from my lock, I rolled with the shove and twisted into an arm bar. There was no way he was prying out of this lock. I flexed and tightened, making him hiss in pain. Suddenly, I was turned over so that my face was in the mud. I held the lock as long as I could until my grip slackened on its own and my lungs felt like they were crumpling.

I gasped for air at the surface and I noticed something. Or rather, I didn’t. Where’s Clay? As soon as the thought hit me, so did he. From behind, he flipped me over and kneed me in the stomach before grabbing me and pinning me down. The pain left a metallic taste in my mouth and made me see orange even though my eyes were still closed. It slowly subsided as the cool mud engulfed me.

Under the surface, I couldn’t see, breath, or hear, but what I felt was a whole lot of Texan on top of me. After a moment of struggling, I decided it wouldn’t be the best thing I could do to continue the match, so I tried tapping out. The act took a lot more effort than I thought. The mud sucked my limbs down, and I could barely muster the strength to push up to the surface. I tried to reach Clay and tap, but I couldn’t reach that far with the mud weighing me down, so I settled with making a couple wet smacking noises with the mud.

There was no response for a moment and I started to flail around. My situation became more urgent as I sent a couple bubbles of air up, so I collected my thoughts and relaxed. There was no use in using up all of my oxygen while I’m down here. Right after I stopped, I felt a small hand grasp mine and heave while Clay’s considerable bulk lifted itself off of me. My head finally reached the surface and I saw Omi sinking into the ground while he tried desperately to lift me out. Clay on the other hand stared at me with a face that looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

When he still didn’t move, I was a little angry. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m fine”, I spat at him after I spat out a wad of mud. The acid and sarcasm was so thick I could almost feel it oozing off the words into the mud. A shameful look passed over his face before he hefted both Omi and me out. Omi scurried away while I could do nothing except plop back down with the weight of the mud still one me. I started to undress and I used my pants and what was left of my shirt to wipe off most of the mud from my body. However, I left myself half naked in the process. I saw Clay looking me over so I quickly collected my shoes and shirt on my way back to the temple.

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At the temple, I hosed myself off to get off most of the mud before I got into the shower. When the warm water hit my body, I felt as if my body was rejoicing its cleanliness. With the match finally over, I thought about what just happened. Seeing as Clay had claimed he “really liked” me, that hat must be pretty important. I sighed and decided to accept the fact that Clay’s hat was staying. Frankly, I prefer him with the hat. It makes him seem more complete.

After I concluded with that matter, I remembered what Clay said during the match. My only thought to that was, “ouch.” I knew that what he said held some truth, but I told him that in confidence. The fact that he would pull that against me was hurtful. I knew it was just because he was mad, but it didn’t make the pain lessen any.

I moved my face into the stream of water. The hot droplets fell like beads of warmth across my cheeks (face cheeks). The feeling of the stream run over my body sent prickles of pleasure down my entire body. And yet… I felt an emptiness inside. It felt as if a chunk of my heart had been stolen. Clay. His face came to me immediately at the thought of heart stealing. It was then that I remembered the kiss and the laughter. I remembered why I loved him and how much I did. I also remember my best friend from long ago.

Chris and I sat on the balcony of his apartment. It was probably the most luxurious place I’d stayed in my entire life. Chris was also the best friend I ever had. I was ten at the time, but and he was in his forties. Formally, he was known as , but he let me address him by his first name. My parents had been friends with him and he and his wife agreed to let me stay for a month or two. Recently, however, he and his wife had grown apart until she filed a divorce. He cried for hours at a time. Finally, it came to the point where he could take it no longer.

“Matt”, Chris whispered, catching my attention. “Let met tell you something.” I scooted in closer to let him know I was listening.

“I’m sure you recall what happened with my wife, and…” his voice grew a little gruff and raspy there. “I just want you to know something.”

“What is it?”, I asked him. I didn’t want to push him to tell me. He seemed a little shaken from the effort.

“You should know, my friend, that people are very contrary creatures”, he continued with a small smile. “Sometimes, when it comes to matters of the heart, our needs are often different from what we get.” I was a little confused at the time, but he explained it to me more simply. “You see, sometimes when we deserve someones loves the least is the time where we need it the most.” His tears were streaming from his eyes by now, and they fell on the top of my head as he pulled me into a long, tight hug. Suddenly, he let go, and as I looked up, he jumped over the railing of the balcony.

“Chris!”, I yelled at his falling figure. It took mere seconds for him to fall twenty six floors, and I heard a thud and shrieks as I huddled in the corner bawling.

Presently, my tears were lost in the flow of the shower’s jets. Instead of huddling in a corner, I looked up and smiled in Chris’s memory. He was and still is the best friend I ever had. His son and I had met at his funeral and as it turns out, they’re very similar. Naturally, we became friends and are still in touch occasionally.

Thinking of the past. Being here at the temple. All of it made me feel so far away from everything I’d once known. Its seclusion only emphasized our isolation from the world. If I didn’t have the others, I’d be far beyond insane.

With the thought of friends in my head, my day suddenly seemed to brighten even though it was near evening.

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Sorry for the cliffhanger, but it’s late, I need sleep, and the chapter would be way too long if I got anything else of worth in. I hope you enjoyed it though, so please feel free to read and review.