I start my day off at the Junior Fight Ring, where a
newcomer is about to have her first pro bout in the Inner City. Her name is Randi and though I saw her win a couple
times in the Outer City, it was always against some of the lowest ranked
jobbers. Apparently she feels she is good enough to start her pro career, and
used her vast earnings as a fake catfight model to purchase a pro fighter’s
card. I’ve been in my ringside seat for
about ten minutes when the loudspeaker crackles to life.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL, WELCOME TO THE JUNIOR FIGHT RING!” A small cheer goes up from the crowd. The Junior Fight Ring (or JFR as it is
frequently called) is the least violent and therefore the least popular venue
in the Inner City, and only holds about 500 spectators when it is at full
capacity. Of course, the crowds always
seem to follow me wherever I decide to go, so this morning most of the seats
are filled, even for opening bell.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING, IN THE GRAY PANTIES WITH BLUE
STRIPES: RANDI!!!”
The crowd boos and hisses as the curly haired blonde woman
walks down the aisle. At almost 25 years
of age she is starting her pro fighting career substantially later than most
girls in the city. The fact that she
paid for her fighter’s card instead of fighting for it has earned her no love right
off the bat. If she manages to prove
herself in the ring, she might have a shot at gaining some respect, but we’ll
have to wait and see how that goes.
Randi pays no mind to the crowd as she strolls down the aisle
and climbs nimbly through the ropes, heading to the opposite corner where she
relaxes there against the turnbuckles.
“RANDI IS 24 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST PRO FIGHT!”
More boos and insults fill the air. Randi simply smiles and waves, oblivious to
the derision. She looks confident. Maybe she is a great fighter after all. I suppose it depends on who her first opponent
will be, which wee are about to find out.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING…HER OPPONENT…IN THE LIME GREEN
PANTIES AND WRESTLING BOOTS….SERENA!!!”
The crowd erupts into frenzied cheering. Serena has been a crowd favorite since her
arrival in the City a little less than a
year ago.
“SERENA IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 27 WINS, 9 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!”
Serena climbs trough the ropes and slowly saunters over to
her corner, sneering at her opponent once she gets there.
“You’re about to find out what it’s like to be in the ring
with a real fighter!”
“Hmph! You don’t look
like much!” Randi responds.
DING!
DING! DING!
The girls come out of their corners and slowly
circle, sizing each other up while not bothering to hide their disgust for each
other. They make three full passes, then
move in
THUD!!!
The fighter’s bodies slap together with a heavy thud as they
lock up in a tight bear hug. They grunt
and moan as they stagger around the ring, trying to get the upper hand on one
another. The crowd grows restless.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
CRACK!!!
Serena gets the first blow in with a savage face slap that
reddens Randi’s face and makes her release her hold. She stumbles back…
THUD!!!
…and quickly takes a jab to the stomach.
“OOOooohhhh!” Randi
moans and starts to drop to her knees but Serena quickly grabs her by the hair with
both hands and prevents her from going down.
THUD!!! She gives Randi a knee to the
face that sprays blood in all directions.
Randi flops onto her back, spread eagled and barely conscious mere
seconds into the bout.
“YEAH! FUCK HER UP
SERENA!” Someone yells above the din of
cheering.
Serena circles her downed opponent, who lays there moaning
and squirming. Clearly Randi was not as prepared
for this fight as she thought she was.
Serena makes one full circle of her prey then delivers a quick stomp to
the face, only hard enough to hurt and
draw more blood. She wants to toy with her
victim for a while before putting her away.
“OOohhhhh!!” Randi
howls in agony and starts trying to squirm away from her attacker. Serena drops
down and…
PLUD!!!!
… delivers a nasty knee to Randi’s crotch. The curly haired girl moans in pain and
continues trying to back up, but Serena just crawls along after her, letting
her make it to the edge of the ring before suddenly and swiftly mounting her, straddling
her at the crotch. She brings her open
hand back and….
CRACK!!! Slaps Randi in the face with
all her might. A fresh spray of crimson
sparkles in the light as Randi’s face is whipped sideways from the blow. She is passing out but Serena gives her
another soft knee to the crotch to bring her back around.
“OH GOD! I GIVE I
GIVE!” Randi cries out. Serena settles back into a crouch and watches
as her opponent rolls over and tries to crawl away. She stands up and walks behind the
whimpering, begging girls and lets her get all the way to the ropes, before
grabbing her feet and pulling her back to the center of the ring.
“AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
Serena goes to work on Randi’s legs, bending and twisting them to the
point of almost snapping the bones.
Randi shrieks in agony and begs to be allowed to surrender.
“PLEASE!! I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”
“HAHAHAHA!!! That’s not how it works here bitch. I’m gonna FINISH you!!!” The merciless 18 year old brawler continues
wrenching away on Randi’s leg until…
CRUNCH!!! The unmistakable sound of a
bone breaking rings out over the cries of the crowd. Randi shrieks and wets her panties in terror
right as she passes out. Serena slowly stands up over her victim, letting her
lay face down in the growing puddle of urine.
“SERENA! SERENA! SERENA!”
The crowd chants her name as she basks in the glory of her certain
victory. Finally she gently uses her
booted foot to flip Randi over onto her back.
She lays there spread eagled and completely unconscious. Occasionally her body spasms and jerks reflexively. Serena slowly circles her prey, occasionally giving
her a light stomp.
THUD!...to the stomach. Randi jerks and goes limp again.
THUD!...to
the crotch. Randi jerks and goes limp
again.
THUD!...
to the stomach again. Randi jerks and
goes limp again.
Serena walks over and places the heel of her right boot down
on Randi’s neck, pressing forward with all her body weight, but being careful not
to break her neck as that would be an illegal kill at The Junior Fight
Ring. This bitch is definitely not worth
spending five years in Green Tower City Prison. After about thirty seconds of this Randi’s
arms and legs start moving around and her eyes flutter open. She spits out a fresh spray of blood and
starts coughing, slowly coming back into consciousness.
DING!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
The warning
bell is rung and Serena lifts her foot off Randi’s neck, letting the curly
haired woman grasp at her throat and cough up a few more sprays of blood then
she lifts her foot up over Randi’s face….
THUD!!!
And KO’s her with a final stomp to the face. Randi goes limp, her arms and legs flopping lifelessly
to the canvas. Serena quickly strikes a
victory pose, placing her foot firmly on Randi’s stomach and raising her fists.
DING!
DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER!
IN JUST UNDER THREE MINUTES…SERENA!!!”
The crowd goes wild as I climb into the ring to reward the
winner of the fight with a kiss. She holds
her victory pose for a minute while we make out, and then I take her hand and
lead her back to the Trophy Room, where it is my pleasant duty to reward the
winners of fights with victory sex.
Two mat girls in white bikinis quickly rush into the ring to
haul the limp body of Randi out for emergency medical treatment. She will wake up in the hospital in a day or
two, and will almost certainly need some reconstructive surgery to her face before
she appears in public again. I will be
surprised if she ever makes another appearance in the Inner City fighting
venues.
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