Reactions

This is a seriously random story, the idea of which I got while watching blood pour out of Leon Macdonald’s head. Nice. Anyway, standard disclaimers- nothing belongs to me, I’m just an average kiwi who loves rugby. Wish I could own stuff though.

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The bottom of a ruck is a law unto itself, not even the most vigilant ref. can see into a large pile up, and this was a huge one. I couldn’t see a thing, Byron Kelleher had his arm over my eyes. I knew it was Wuzza bse hse he had his head near mine and was talking to me. Wuzza has a mouth like the Waikato river, always running and full of rubbish.
I had no idea where the ball was. I was making sure it wasn’t anywhere near me when I felt something touch my stomach, a short soft brush. There it was again. This was weird, normally nothing soft ever happened at the bottom of a ruck. then I realised, I had had my jersey tucked in when I went to ground. Obviously someone had untucked it and was, well, feeling me up.
At about the same time I realised this, two cold, greasy hands clasped to my sides and began to move upwards. I gasped. What was I going to do? I couldn’t move.
“Hey, Byron” I said “some poof has his hands up my shirt.” I don’t know what I wanted to achieve from saying this, maybe the owner of the hands would hear and take them away. All I got was another caress. Byron laughed.
“Jeez, Cully, have they? Well, after this gets up we’ll find him and give him a decent hiding” It was good to know I has an ally, but when would this get up? The longest ruck of my life and some guy had his hands stuck up my shirt, rubbing patterns on my chest, brushing my nipples. I felt sick, angry and embarrassed. What if the rest of my team found out? What if my girlfriend found out? Oh fuck. Id already told Byron, the biggest mouth in the southern hemisphere. I could kiss my reputation goodbye. All this made me want more and more to find this guy and beat the living shit out of him.
The referees whistle sounded like a distant beacon and in a split second the hands were gone. I struggled to my feet and looked around at Wuzza, he just shrugged. I looked at the opposition before returning to position. Stirling Mortlock winked at me and slowly licked his fingers. That was all it took. I strode straight up to him and grabbed the front of his jersey, but before I could ask what the hell he was doing, he whispered in my ear.
“Come on Christian, don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it”
I saw red. My fist impacted into his face again and again. Byron kept his word and joined in. once he was in, so was everyone else on the field. But the ref. knew I had started it, so I’m the one cooling my heels in the sin bin. Although theres nothing I can do, I have to get that bastard Mortlock back.


I’m surprised at how easy it was. I had specific orders to take Cullen out of the game, and all I had to do was put my hands up his jersey. He’s such a weakling his punches did nothing. I’m not worried about my reputation, Cullen wouldn’t want to be painted the victim. I’m laughing on the inside as the ball went into touch. I’ve won the bet too. I know how to get a reaction from anyone.


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Yup it's random. But review it anyway! Plllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeee