Thursday, September 19, 2019

11-1-2478 Holly vs. Rachel


IN THIS CORNER:  IN THE RED PANTIES AND MATCHING WRESTLING BOOTS:  RACHEL!” 

The busty brunette doesn’t seem at all fazed by the boos and hisses that greet her announcement.  She is generally despised in the city not only because she rarely wins a fight, but because she bought her Pro Fighter’s Card instead of fighting for it like most girls do.   In spite of this she always looks like she thinks she’s going to win at the beginning of each bout.  She relaxes against the turnbuckle in her corner while the rest of her introduction is called out to the small group of spectators. 


 “Rachel is 27 years old!  Her Pro fighting record stands at 32 wins, 149 losses and 1 kill!”

“BOOOOO!!!!”

“YOU SUCK, LOSER!” 

Rachel simply smiles and waves out at the crowd as if they are cheering her on.



“AND IN THIS CORNER:  IN THE LIGHT GREEN PANTIES AND MATCHING WRESTLING BOOTS:  HOLLY!!!”

The small crowd cheers loudly for the relative newcomer.  Holly has only been in the city a little over a year now but has already made a good impression.  She simply glares across the ring at her opponent, anxious to get her hands on the older girl.

“Holly is 19 years old!  Her GTC record stands at 35 wins, 8 losses and 3 kills!”

“HOLLY! HOLLY! HOLLY!”



  DING! DING! DING!

The two fighters slowly stride towards the center of the ring and begin circling,  They adopt a grappler’s stance as they side stop around each other, looking for a good opening to begin the battle.  Suddenly Rachel lunges forward and punches Holly in the face! The blonde stumbles back, blood trickling from her nose and mouth.  The color commentator crackles over the speaker:

“WHOA!  I didn’t see that one coming!  Looks like Rachel might actually be here to fight today!”



“BITCH!!!”  Holly howls and lunges forwards, grabbing Rachel by her large breasts nd squeezing, driving her back into the ropes.

“AHHHHHH!!!!”  Rachel shrieks, tears streaming down her reddened face as blood begins to seep out of her already mangled boobs.  The excitement of the crowd increases now that both fighters are already bloodied.

“FUCK HER UP!!!!” Somebody yells over the din of yelling spectators.


In true form Rachel is already whimpering for mercy, realizing only seconds into the “fight” that she is once again hopelessly outmatched here.  Holly pays no heed and lifts a knee up hard into the brunette’s crotch.


“WHOULF!!!”  Rachel would probably collapse face first to the canvas on her own, but Holly doesn’t let her drop and pushes her across the ring to press her into the ropes on the opposite side, perhaps in order to allow the entire arena to get a glimpse of Rachel’s destruction 


THUD!  Holly gives her victim another knee to the crotch, then slaps her in the face a couple times to keep her from losing consciousness.  Rachel collapses into the turnbuckle and hangs there, barely cognizant.  Holly steps back to admire her work, wiping the small trickle of blood off her own face.  Then she slaps Rachel in the face again and grabs one of her injured boobs.

“AIIIEEEEEE!!!!”  Rachel instantly comes to with a blood curdling squeal of agony.  Holly yanks her out of the corner by her tit and lets her flop face down onto the canvas.  The crowd erupts into even louder cheers and howls.  Rachel is openly sobbing now and begins trying to desperately scamper to the other side of the ring, no doubt meaning to escape, as she has done from countless fights in which she was quickly shown to be the inferior brawler.  Holly leisurely strolls along behind her and, right before her prey gets to the edge of the ring, reaches down and snatches a handful of her curly brown hair.







“You’re PATHETIC!”  Holly yells as she pulls the whimpering jobber up to her feet by the hair.

“PLEASE! I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE!”  Rachel moans and the crotch of her red panties darkens as she pisses herself.  Holly slaps her in the face a couple more times, then puts her in a brutal sleeper.  Rachel struggles, her arms and legs flopping about uselessly as she tries to get out of the finisher, but it’s no use.  Within seconds her eyes roll up into her head and she goes limp.  




PLUD!!!  Rachel’s body bounces slightly as Holly lets her flop to the canvas, then goes completely limp again.  Holly slowly circles her finished opponent as the crowd shouts encouragement for her to continue the beating.  After a couple trips around the defeated jobber, Holly reaches down and grabs her by the hair and the waistband of her panties, pulling her back up.  Rachel is still completely unconscious as the blonde brawler hoist her up into the air, flips her around, and pile drives her head into the canvas hard enough to make the whole ring shake.  Rachel’s body jerks once and goes limp again.  She is in serious trouble.  


DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

The warning bell is rung frantically as Holly continues to straddle her victim at the head, gasping for breaths of air as she peers out at the bloodthirsty crowd.  They would love to see an illegal kill, even if it means Holly will be drug off to prison immediately and they continue to chant.

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”  But by this time a City Mod is climbing into the ring, wearing referee garb.  She blows her whistle and points at the victorious fighter.


“SHE’S DONE!  TAKE A PIN AND A POSE!”  




“Hmph!” Holly grunts and rolls the limp body of Rachel over onto her back and pulls up a leg, performing a completely unnecessary three count pin.

Holly then stands



DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT:  HOLLY!!!”  The crowd cheers and chants Holly’s name as she climbs out of the ring and joins Ishmael in the Trophy Room for her victory sex.  A med and two mat girls rush into the ring and begin working on Rachel, who will wake up in the hospital in a couple days, once again simply lucky to be alive.


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