THE MATCH

By the Law

For Sanne, who continues to support my perversion.

“Hey Shane, are you going to the Mindless Self Indulgence-gig tonight?” Alice asked.

They were sitting at a small table in The Planet.

“Is that the band with the…err.”

“Insanely hot bassist.” Alice completed.

“Oh, yeah, that LynZ-chick, right?” Shane asked.

“That’s the one.”

“Then count me in.” Shane finished her coffee and left.

At the same time, LynZ and Jimmy Urine were having a chat.

“…I don’t know. Lately I’ve just been feeling kinda bored.” LynZ was obviously talking about her marriage with My Chemical Romance-front man Gerard Way.

“Well, maybe it’s time for a change.” Jimmy said.

“what do you mean?”

“Tonight, we’re playing a gig in West Hollywood, right?”

“Yeah…” LynZ answered, not really knowing were this conversation was going.

“That’s Gay-town, sistah!” Jimmy screamed.

“Are you suggesting I’d get some action, gay-style?”

“It’s the ultra-sex, baby.”

“Come on, Shane, we’re going backstage.”

The gig had ended and Alice was dragging Shane around. They entered a room where there was a party going on.

All the people of MSI and The Planet were dancing and talking.

“Oh my God, look. It’s her!” Alice screamed, pointing at Lynz.

LynZ was talking to two butches, obviously annoyed.

One of the mullet-sporting chicks was petting LynZ’s arm.

“They’re torturing her!” Alice said. Shane nodded.

She picked up two beers and went over to LynZ.

“Here you go?” she said, handing LynZ a drink.

Shane looked coldly at the butches. They got the message and went over to Kitty, the drummer.

“Thanks, they were really irritating.”

“No problem.”

“I’m LynZ, by the way.” She said. Shane smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know…I’m Shane.”

There was a short silence. The two girls looked at each other and even though they didn’t speak, they were having a whole conversation. The chemistry was amazing.

Suddenly the music slowed down.

“So… do you wanna dance?” Shane asked shyly. LynZ nodded.

Shane took her hand and guided her to the dance floor.

They danced for about thirty seconds, then they got interrupted by Jimmy.

“LynZ, could you please tell Steve that Dart Vader is cooler than Yoda?”

LynZ turned around to face Steve Righ.

“Dart is cooler, Steven.” She yelled and then she looked at Shane again. She wanted to continue dancing but something was bothering Shane.

“Do you really think Dart is cooler?” She asked.

“Well, yeah. Don’t you?”

“Off course not, come on. Yoda has moveable ears.”

“Dart has a funny mask.” LynZ said, her voice getting louder.

“Yoda’s green.” Shane replied.

“Dart was burned by Hot Lava.”

The girls started bickering. At that point, Jimmy interfered.

“Ladies, ladies. Let’s not get insensible.”

“What?”

“I know just how to solve this.”

Shane and LynZ looked at him expectantly.

“Oil wrestling!”

Not more than three hours later, the girls found themselves in their swimwear, each in one corner of a wrestling ring.

Steve had elected himself as the gameleader.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen.” He shouted.

“Are you ready for the battle of the century?” The crowd cheered.

“Let’s meet our contestants. In the left corner we have Shane. A girl-loving hairdresser who will defend Yoda’s honour. And on my right, we have LynZ. A kick-ass bassplayer who think Dart Vader rocks. Ladies, get ready to rumble.”

The girls jumped forward. Shane immediately grabbed LynZ’s leg. The rock star lost her balance and fell, making sure Shane fell as well.

The struggle continued and the crowd went wild. It was obvious that LynZ had the upper hand.

Each time Shane had her pinned down, she got out with a smooth acrobatic move. The oil didn’t make it any easier for them to fight. Their skins were very slippery.

They were having a lot of fun, though. Cheered on by the crowd, it was more a show than a fight.

After fifteen minutes of body-wriggling action, somebody suddenly interfered.

“Hey, this seems fun.” It was Juliette Lewis.

“Well than, why don’t you join us?” Shane asked, smiling.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She jumped in and the match continued.

There wasn’t really a winner.

But, in a match like that, who needs one…

(And it’s rather obvious that Yoda rocks the hardest.)

Note: I don’t own any of the characters (except for the butch-girls), however, the story is mine.

I also suggest you’d look up pictures from the people in this story you don’t know.

It might also be useful to know that Steve from MSI’s name is spelled ‘Steve, Righ?’