There are no midnight death matches happening tonight, so I
decide to just go check out the final bout of the evening at the Junior Fight
Ring. As usual I plan to go home with
the winner of this last fight. The nice
thing about doing this at the JFR is that the winner is frequently not too
tired to take on a bedroom challenger later on, which is always a favorite of
mine.
As soon as I arrive I am happily escorted to my usual seat
right next to the ring. All Green Tower
City venues are happy to accommodate me as my presence ensures the venue will
be sold out, even if it is the final bout of the evening. I typically consider it my duty to frequent
as many venues as possible in order to boost their box office sales, a service
for which I am always gratuitously rewarded.
As I walk down the aisle towards my ring side station, the excitement
in the small fighting venue become palpable, and bloodthirsty women crowd
through the entrance behind me until absolutely capacity is reached. It is still a few minutes before the fighters
(and I have no idea who they will be at this point) will enter the ring, so I
ask for my usual large glass of beer and sip it patiently as the din of noise
rises and falls all around me. A couple mat girls are just finishing mopping up
the blood and it looks like a puddle of urine from the last bout. (I missed it as I was still rewarding the
winner of the last fight I watched at Catfight Cavern.) Before too much longer the loudspeaker
crackles into life.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL! THE
TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL BOUT OF THE EVENING!”
The crowd roars its approval. A few seconds pass and the small door where
the fighters enter the arena opens, and the lither form of a female fighter is
silhouetted in the light there. Naturally
fighters are kept sequestered from each other until they enter the ring, and at
the JFR, except in tournaments and specific challenges, fighters do not know
who they are facing off against until the name is announced.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE BLUE PANTIES AND TENNIS
SHOES….BECKY!!!”
The cute curly haired Becky jogs energetically down the
aisle, waving at the crowd on either side.
She gets to the ring quickly and climbs through the ropes, giving me a
smile before she goes to her corner and begins stretching out against the
ropes.
“BECKY IS 20 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 154 WINS, 74 LOSSES and 5 KILLS!!!”
Becky continues stretching out in her corner, staring
intently at the fighters’ entrance, probably wondering anxiously who she is
about to fight. It isn’t long before the
door opens again and another female silhouette is revealed in the bright light
on the other side of the door.
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LAVENDER AND PURPLE
STRIPED PANTIES…HER OPPONENT…KORI!!!”
“KORI IS 19 YEARS OLD!!!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 18 WINS, 53 LOSSES, and 0 KILLS!!!”
“BOOOOOO!!!!!”
“YOU SUCK!!!”
“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP BITCH!!!” Kori howls at her opponent, staring back at
her nonchalantly. Her threat doesn’t
really carry much weight.
DING!
DING! DING!
The two young blondes step out of their corners and slowly
saunter towards each other. When they
get near the center of the ring they begin circling, eyeing each other up and
down. Becky has her hands on her hips as
she takes one slow step after another, daring Kori to make a move. Kori raises her fists and makes a couple
hesitant moves forward, but seems reluctant to begin the battle.
“Come on! Let’s
fight!’ Becky taunts. The crowd starts to let their restlessness be
heard.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Suddenly Becky and Kori step forward and lock together in a
hug, snatching at each other’s blonde hair.
The din of the crowd drops slightly and the groans and grunts of the struggling
girls can be heard clearly.
They stumble around the ring awkwardly. Suddenly Kori manages to rake her claws down
Becky’s thigh, surprisingly drawing the first blood of the fight!
“AHHHHH!!!! YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” Becky yells and swings her
hand back in a wide arc.
CRACK!!! Kori takes a
backhanded slap and is sent toppling backward, arms pinwheeling. Kori would probably fall down but Becky
quickly grabs her by the hair and hauls her over to the corner she started in
pulling her head back…
SPLAT!!! Kori’s face
hits the top turnbuckle and Becky pulls her back again by the hair.
THAP! THAP! THAP!
The silver turnbuckle is already splattered with blood from
the quick and brutal face pounding.
Becky let her foe slump limply against the corner of the ring, then
gives her a quick knee to the crotch from behind.
PLUD!!! Kori’s body is lifted slightly from the quick crotch
bump and she lets out a loud grunt of pain.
Becky grabs her shoulder and spins her around to face her, then brings
her hand back…
CRACK!!!! And slaps her hard in the face. The jobber’s head is whipped to the side from
the force of the blow and she slumps against the ropes. Becky gives her another knee to the crotch
with a dull thud.
“OOOOHHHH!!!!” Kori
wails in agony, blood pouring down her chin.
This doesn’t look like it’s going to be much of a fight. Becky lets her
victim hang limply off the ropes, barely conscious, and takes a quick stroll
around the perimeter of the ring, listening to the cheers of her fans.
“FINISH THAT BITCH OFF!!!’ someone howls. Becky makes one full circuit of the ring and
then moves back towards her prey.
“AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!”
Kori let’s out a high pitched shriek of agony as Becky grabs her by the
crotch and pulls her up to a fully standing position into her corner, then
gives her another light knee into her already mangled womanhood. She then position’s Kori’s limp arms back
behind the ropes, hanging her more firmly on her corner, and lifts each leg, to
set her up on the turnbuckles, totally helpless. She steps back a couple paces, then punts her
right in the bridge of her crotch.
“BLURGGG!!!” Kori
spits out a small trickle of blood and puke from the blow. She clearly ha no fight in her already. Becky’s boredom at the sight of her approaching
the ring is clearly quite justified.
This has so far been a completely one sided beat down. Becky stands back with her hands on her hips
and examines her “opponent.” Kori just
hangs their, spread out on the ropes, completely at the mercy of her attacker.
THUD!!! Another crotch kick sets her to twitching
again. Then Becky moves in and slaps her
across the face with an open palm…
CRACK!!!
And a backhand slap…
CRACK!!!
And another open handed slap.
CRACK!!!
“YEAH!!!”
“FINISH THAT LITTLE SLUT!!! KILL HER!!!”
I’m sure it’s tempting but of course kills are strictly
forbidden at the Junior Fight Ring and Becky would be hauled off immediately to
Green Tower City Prison, which is definitely not something I want to see. Becky only wins a little over half her fights
but she is a good lay. And she is
cute. I really am looking forward to
spending the night with her after this “bout.”
Becky then climbs up the ropes and mounts her prey, pinning her
into the turnbuckle crotch to crotch. Kori is still conscious but barely. She whimpers and moans in fear and pain as
the curly haired fighter grabs her straight blonde bangs and holds her head
back with her left hand as she cocks her right fist.
THAP!!! Kori’s legs
twitch slightly as Becky punches her lightly in the face, just enough to
prolong the torment but not enough to put her down for good.
THAP! THAP! THAP! For
several minutes Becky continues the torture, giving Kori a quick blow to the
face then holding her fist over threateningly, waiting an unpredictable amount
of seconds, then blasting her again.
“YEAH!!! FUCK HER UP BECKY!!! FUCK HER UP!!!!”
After several minutes Beck gets bored with toying with her
prey and dismounts. She pulls each of
Kori’s legs off the ropes, then grabs her by the hair and helps her stagger off
the turnbuckle. She walks the dazed and bloodied jobber girl into
the center of the small fighting ring, Kori’s face is pink, puffed and bloody and she
is whimpering like a puppy that’s been spanked. Becky gets her to the dead center of the ring
and gives her a quick knee to the crotch.
“WHOULF!!!!” Kori spits
out a fresh spray of blood and suddenly Becky spins around behind her and locks
her into a sleeper hold.
Kori weakly waves her arms about futilely for a few seconds,
then quickly goes limp. Her eyes roll up
in her head. Becky shakes her like a rag
doll, trying to get her to struggle a little more, but it is no use. Kori is out cold. Becky tightens and releases. Tightens and releases… then…
PLUD!!! The ring shakes slightly as Kori’s limp body flops
face first to the canvas, arms and legs spread wide. Becky quickly places a foot on Kori’s round
butt and raises her fists in victory salute.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT:
BECKY!!!!!”
“That little bitch was pathetic. I want a FIGHT!” She whispers into my ear and I know she will be leaving the red light on and her door unlocked in hopes of a worthy bedroom challenger. We exit the ring and make out way towards her place while a couple mat girls rush into the ring to haul the destroyed Kori off to the hospital. I suspect I will not be seeing the jobber for a little while.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of Becky’s blue cotton fighting panties and she wraps her arms around my waist as we make our way slowly to her apartment, stopping occasionally for a quick make out session. Ordinarily I would have taken her into the Trophy Room at the JFR for a quick victory sex session, but Becky likes to stay horny when she is about to engage in bedroom battle. I wonder who is going to show up to challenge her and if my curly haired blonde warrior will be up to it.
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