Sunday, November 3, 2019

12-3-2473 Lori vs. Sara



After pleasuring Rita for her victory in my little apartment upstairs at Daisy Duke’s, I leave her there to rest up from her battle and go down to watch what is probably to be the last fight of the night.  When I get to my seat I see that veteran brawler Sara, a regular at Daisy Duke’s, is already in the ring waiting for her opponent to arrive.  They are just finishing her introduction as I make myself comfortable.

SARA IS 20 YEARS OLD… HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 53 WINS…12 LOSSES…and 9 KILLS!”


The tall lanky brunette relaxes confidently against the turnbuckle in her corner and gives me a sultry smile.  The record that has been read out only reflects the fights Sara has had in the Outer City and does not include her Professional bouts from the Inner City.  Personally I haven’t seen her lose too many fights in my months here in Green Tower City, so I wonder who her opponent will be and whether or not she will be a match for the pig tailed Sara.  I don’t have long to wait.




“AND NOW APPROACHING THE DAISY DUKE RING…IN THE LAVENDER PANTIES AND BALLET SLIPPERS OVER WHITE TIGHTS….FIGHTING IN HER FIRST OUTER CITY MATCH…LORI THE FIGHTING BALLERINA!!!”




A groan goes up from  the crowd among scattered boos and hisses.  I am the only person in the small fighting venue who has ever seen this girl in action, and it was against another ballerina in Girl’s Town about five days ago.   When she sees me sitting in my seat at ringside she smiles and runs over to me, climbing into my lap and kissing me.

“Hey baby!  I’m going to win another fight just for you!”  she says excitedly.  I glance up at Sara, who is glaring at the red haired ballerina straddling me in my chair with contempt.

“Are you sure you want to start out against Sara?  She’s a pretty tough fighter!”  I tell Lori, though it would be career suicide for her to chicken out now

“HMPH!”  Lori replies.  “That bitch looks like a low priced SLUT!  I’m going to wipe the canvas with her. You’ll see!”  With that Lori dismounts me and hops energetically into the ring, giving Sara a sneer before she turns and walks slowly to her corner.  She hen spins around and performs a quick pirouette for the unimpressed spectators.

“LORI IS 23 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST FIGHT IN THE CITY!”  Lori seems completely unphased by the shower of boos, hisses and insults she is given from the small crowd of about 200 female spectators. As usual I maintain silence and apparent neutrality. Truth be told however I really like Lori and would love to see the ballerina win this fight, though I don’t have much hope for that.  I take a large swig of my gin n tonic to calm my nerves.  Girls get badly hurt here and although death matches are technically illegal at Daisy Duke’s, there have been a few clean kills over the years, and I wouldn’t put anything past the brutal Sara.

DING! DING! DING!

With no hesitation the two women leave their corners and take a few measured steps forward.  In the small Daisy Duke ring it only takes fighters a couple seconds to get to the center of the ring, where they slowly begin to circle, sizing each other up.  Lori takes one cautious step after another, eyeing the lanky brunette up and down.  Sara shakes her fists, anxious to begin the fight.

“Come on, slut!  Let’s FIGHT!”  Sara yells and Lori suddenly makes a move, surprising everyone with her lightening speed.  In an instant she has the Sara caught in a head lock and is maneuvering her around the small ring.



THAP!!! Lori gives Sara a jab to the face.  A small murmur of surprise rises from the crowd.  Everyone expected this to be a short one sided beat down.  With incredible grace the fighting ballerina hauls Sara around the small ring, then reaches up for one of her bushy brown pig tails.

“What’s the matter slut?  Never been up against a dancer bef-OOOOHHHH!!!”  Lori’s whole body is lifted off the canvas from the force of the stomach punch Sara gives her. 



THUD!!! Another belly blow sends the ballerina staggering backward, arms flailing.  Sara steps in and gives her a nasty jab to the face and Lori is sent into the ropes, blood pouring from her nose.  She is in trouble.  She stumbles forward off the ropes, ready to belly flop to the canvas, but Sara catches her and pulls her in close, giving her another jab to the gut.  



"UNGH!!!"  Lori grunts loudly.  The crowd is getting worked up, excited by the violence.

"YEAH!!! FUCK HER UP SARA!"

THUD! THUD! THUD!  Sara is holding Lori's body in close, giving her repeated jabs to the stomach.  Lori clings to her attacker, desperately trying to hold her close so as to avoid more of the painful stomach punches.  Only a few seconds into the fight and it looks like Lori is pretty much done for.  Sara pulls the dancer in close and murmurs something into her ear, probably a promise of how she is going to be fucking me later, a common taunt among the fighting ladies of Green Tower City.  Lori responds predictably, suddenly seeming to be charged with new energy  She howls with rage and a quick standing grappling match ensues between the two women.

THUD!!! The small ring shakes as the two entwined fighters suddenly drop to their knees.  Sara swiftly reaches up and gives Lori a couple face slaps.



CRACK! CRACK!  Lori’s body quivers from the blows and she tries to grab Sara and pull her in but the veteran brawler is now in complete control of the fight. She wraps her arms around the red haired dancer and within a few seconds has her trapped in an agonizing sleeper hold.  She twists Lori’s body around, clearly making it a point to show me her freckled face and her bright green eyes fluttering closed.  Sara is demonstrating that she could easily finish Lori off right now if she so desired.  She wants me to know who the superior woman in the ring is.  However I fear that Sara has more punishment in store for my little ballerina girlfriend.  



“Gurgle….”  Lori sputters out a bloody groan as she goes under.  She lays there in Sara’s arms, completely limp, but then the pig tailed fighter suddenly gives her a couple rapid slaps to the face. 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Unnnghhh?!”  Lori groans as she comes to.  Sara quickly grabs her by the hair and waistband of her light purple panties and starts dragging her up to her feet.



THUD!!! She gives Lori a quick knee to the crotch, lifting her off her feet again.  Lori collapses limply against Sara’s lithe muscular body and takes a couple more face slaps.



CRACK! CRACK!   Lori’s body shudders.  Sara grabs her by the pony tail and hauls her to a turnbuckle facing me.  She swings Loris head way back and…..

THAP!!!  The turnbuckle shakes as Sara slams the poor dancer’s face into it.  Sara hauls her back again and slams her face down again.  THUD!!!  Blood is streaming down Lori’s face now and she is out cold but Sara is holding her dead weight up by the hair and a firm grip on the waistband of her panties.  



THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! Again and again Sara slams the dancer’s face into the brown cloth covered turnbuckle.  It occurs to me that Lori is lucky there are turnbuckles on the ring tonight.  Daisy Duke’s alternates between this ring and another more primitive one that is simply ropes wrapped around wood posts.  The ring they are using tonight is normally only used for special events and tournaments.  After several face smashes, Sara finally,… mercifully allows Lori’s limp body to collapse backwards to the canvas with a heavy thump.  She lays there twitching as the spectators begin chanting her name.

“SARA! SARA! SARA! SARA! SARA!”  I slurp down the last of my drink and wave my glass to get another.  I have to be prepared to fulfill my duty as the trophy fuck for winner of fights in Green Tower City, and it looks pretty certain that that winner tonight is going to be Sara. Another drink is quickly supplied and Sara stands menacingly over her twitching victim, then plops down heavily, her butt smashing Lori in the face when she comes down.  She sits there comfortably on her unconscious mount, and cocks her fist over Lori’s gut.



THAP!!!  Lori’s body quivers from the force of the blow to her stomach. Sara gives me a sweet smile and cocks her fist again.

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!  With each gut punch Lori’s legs jerk up in the air and flop back to the canvas.  Her belly turns red and bloody.  A pool of blood is forming around her head from the face pounding she took on the turnbuckle earlier.  I begin to wonder how much more punishment she can take.

The crowd is going wild.



“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”  They chant in unison.  Sara scoots her butt a little lower down Lori’s helpless body and gives the poor girl a nasty crotch rake.   Lori’s body quivers violently and re-markedly she lets out another pained moan of agony.  I can’t believe she is conscious again.  I am really starting to worry that it might be over for the little ballerina for good.

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

At long last the warning bell is frantically rung.  This means Lori’s vital signs are dangerously low.  If Sara continues her attack and kills her now, she will be hauled off to Green Tower City Prison for five years.  Sara sneers with contempt and slowly stands over her convulsing victim.  She lift one of her booted feet…

THUD!!!  And drives it sharply down into Lori’s face, just hard enough to put her under for the count.  Lori’s body jerks one final time and goes limp.  Sara places a foot on Lori’s stomach and raises her arms.  The fight is over.

DING! DING! DING!


HERE IS YOUR WINNER……..SARA!!!!”

The victorious brunette brawler lifts her foot off her destroyed opponent and saunters around the ring, basking in the chants of her name.



“SARA! SARA! SARA!”  I take down the last gulp of my gin n’ tonic and climb into the ring.  Sara quickly saunters over to me and wraps her arms around me, pressing her crotch against my hardening member as our lips smash together and her tongue works it’s way into my mouth, wrestling with mine.  The crowd roars it’s delight.  I sneak a glimpse at Lori, who is now being carted out of the ring by two mat girls.  She will wake up in the hospital, probably in a day or two, and will require extensive plastic surgery before she is her usual pretty self again.  Her first foray into semi-professional fighting has not gone well at all and I wonder if I will ever see my little red haired ballerina again. Sara gives my ear a little nibble and whispers to me.


“Let’s go back to my place for the night baby.  That old skank Nicole has been talking shit and it’s about to be ON.”  The thought of the two veterans tearing into each other over me in a bedroom scrap momentarily takes my mind off the destroyed dancer and I escort the victorious fighter through the ropes.  We make our way out of Daisy Duke’s and start on our way to Sara’s apartment, just a few blocks away.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This was actually the first time I drew Lori, waaaaaay back around 2002.  Her origin has always been the same, a dancer who has never been in a fight before gets turned on when she ends up winning a fist fight against another dancer, only to find out she's not as tough as she thought when she enters the dangerous world of underground fighting.)









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