Kickin It Jerry Novels & Stories

"Rodney, we lost the first round. Now, let's proceed with the second!" "Jerry, you've already lost once. Are you sure you want to continue?" Rodney asked nonchalantly from his seat. "It's just one loss, kid. Don't get too cocky. I've been in this game for years and seen it all. Now, I'll show you what it means to get a taste of your own medicine!" With that, Jerry leaped, clearing the ten-foot-high ring barrier and landing inside. His spectacular move drew applause from the bodyguards.

“FUCK ME!’ She screamed, feeling completely full. “Oh my god, Kate, he’s gonna rip my poor pussy to shreds!’ “You lucky bitch,” Kate hissed, pulling Lincoln by the shoulders. “Can’t let you have all the fun. Lay on your back,” Jerry on the other hand had pushed down his pants and boxers, stroking his cock slowly, eyes fixed on Tally. "Like what you see?" Tally blushed, unable to take her eyes off him. She did like what she saw. Jerry's cock was quite big, the shaft was lined beautifully with veins that pulsed and led down to his balls.

I know there's more to it, but without knowing the rules, my brain just can't wrap around what's happening. Interestingly enough, Tiffany the groupie seems to be following it all just fine. She keeps yelling things like "Off sides, ref! They're off sides!" and "Bend it, Anderson!" She's really into the game. I'm not sure if it surprises me that she knows so much or that she really seems to be a fan, not just a groupie. I guess someone can be both. "Are these guys really getting hurt?" I yell in Geni's ear after yet another player starts rolling around on the ground in distress. "They seem to be a bunch of big babies to me."

… In a dim alley somewhere in Jetterpolis, the bruised and battered Jerry limped toward a black car parked in the corner. He raised a hand and knocked on the window on the driver's side. The window came down, revealing a scruffy face covered in stubble. The man's long bangs nearly obscured both his eyes. "Well? Did you get in?" he asked. "Look at my face!" Jerry wailed. "Does it look like I got in?" "Quiet!" Derek Gillis, the scruffy-faced man, growled lowly. "You're useless. The nerve of you to shout when you couldn't even get such a simple thing done!"

Not only would he have Shirley Ryan to himself tonight, he’s going to break this annoying live-in son-in-law to pieces, or else he wouldn’t be satisfied at all. Harvey squinted and dodged his body to the left when the bat was near, then he thrusted his left hand and grabbed Jerry by the collar and threw him over the shoulder hard onto the ground. Bang! Jerry never would have guessed how strong Harvey was and he couldn’t even lift himself up from the ground. Kicking away the bat on the ground, Harvey stepped on Jerry’s chest and smirked. “Just like that?” “You’re so dead! Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me, I won’t let you off easily!” Jerry who’s twitching below in pain started to yel

Jerry reached to grab the countertop and Debbie kicked his arm, producing a crack that sent the bone protruding out of the skin above his wrist and making Jerry tumble back down to the floor. Blood spilled from his broken nose as he tried to prop himself up, but Debbie kicked his elbow loose causing Jerry to fall on his face. She put her knee in his back, making him whimper and gasp. She pressed him to the floor and pulled on his ear with her teeth, as she began to unleash her fury. “You know your friend, Jack? Well, I heard he was well-endowed but I couldn’t find out because I was married to your sorry ass. But at last year’s Christmas dinner I followed him into the executive lounge and gav

He asked, his voice deep, menacing, dangerous. “She bit me.” Frank cried out as he sat on the nearby chair. Jerry scoffed and walked towards Sherah without any warning. He punched her in the mouth. Sherah breathes haphazardly, her lips burst, she spits blood and with it are her two front teeth. It happened so fast that even Frank was taken aback. “Why would you do that?” He questioned his jaw slightly ajar. Jerry ignored Frank's question. “BITCH like this needs to be trained so they won't bite.” He howled as he headed to the garage and shortly returned holding a toolbox.

I stopped and then gritted my teeth. I looked at Jerry who had a cold look on his face then continued, “I wanted to call for anyone but before I could he asked me if I knew how Kennedy got his position. I lost my focus a big and he was able to tackle me down and even while we fought and with so much noise, I wonder how no one heard us.”