I decide to start my day out at The Junior Fight Ring. I get there early and take my ringside seat
as the other spectators file in. Usually
the JFR doesn’t sell out, but whenever I am in attendance at a venue the place
tends to fill up fast. It’s no wonder
the management of the various venues are always so happy to see me. I sip on my first alcoholic beverage of the
day while I wait for the first fight to begin,
In about 20 minutes the place is filled to capacity and the loudspeaker crackles
into life.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…..WELCOME TO THE JUNIOR FIGHT RING!!!”
An enthusiastic round of cheers and applause rises up from
the packed bleachers surrounding the little fighting ring.
“NOW ENTERING THE RING…IN THE YELLOW PANTIES AND MATCHING
WRESTLING BOOTS….DEBBIE!!!”
A loud cheer goes up from the crowd as the veteran grappler
strolls down the aisle towards the ring.
She gives me a wave and a smile before climbing up into the ring and
taking her place in the opposite corner, relaxing calmly against the turnbuckle.
“DEBBIE IS 24 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 41 WINS…13 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!!!”
The cheers and yelling continue and a few people start chanting:
“DEBBIE! DEBBIE! DEBBIE! DEBBIE!”
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE GREEN PANTIES….MONIQUE!!!”
The enthusiasm of the crowd drops slightly as the relative
newcomer to the city marches down the aisle towards the ring. She has made a decent showing of herself in
her short career in the Inner City but I have to say I’m somewhat surprised to
see her fighting again so soon after the NASTY bedroom beating she took from
Portia just a few days ago.
“MONIQUE IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS, 4 LOSSES AND 1 KILL!!!”
“Hey baby!” Monique
calls out to me as she climbs through the ropes to enter the ring and take her
place opposite Debbie. The girls are
given a few short moments to glare at each other, and then…
DING!
DING! DING!
Debbie and Monique step out of their respective corners and
slowly step towards each other, beginning to circle when they near the center
of the ring, fists up.
Monique looks a little scared and Debbie looks very patient
as the two slowly circle, fists up and wavering. A couple times Monique starts to step forward
but hesitates and steps back, apparently nervous about starting the fight.
“Come on! Fight!” Debbie taunts. Suddenly Monique lunges, throwing a wild haymaker
at Debbie’s head, but the older woman simply ducks under, coming up with an
uppercut into Monique’s chin.
THRACK!!! The black
haired fighter is thrown backward from the force of the blow, spraying a
crimson sprinkle of blood up in the air as she staggers back. Debbie quickly takes two steps forward and
jabs her in the nose.
CRACK!!
“AAGH!!” Monique
squawks as her nose is broken and she wheels backward into the ropes. She bounces off and is ready to pitch forward
into the canvas but Debbie is there and catches her by the hair.
CRACK! CRACK! She
gives Monique a couple quick face slaps to keep her from passing out, then runs
her over into the corner by the hair, tilts her head way back….
THAP!!! And buries her face in the top turnbuckle. Monique immediately goes limp and falls against
the ropes, slowly sliding down to the canvas.
Debbie backs up and gives her a quick cunt punt from behind.
“OOOFFF!!!” Monique
lets out a strained howl of pain as she is brought back to consciousness with
the sudden e=unexpected blow to her womanhood.
Then Debbie has her by the hair
again, runs her down the ropes to the next turnbuckle, and slams her face into
it.
PLUD!!! This time Debbie allows her young opponent to flop
onto her back, out cold and twitching, blood pouring down her face. This is no match at all. Debbie menacingly circles her wounded prey,
raises a boot up high over her belly, and drives it down into the soft flesh.
THUD!!!
Monique lurches from the impact but then settles back down
limply to the canvas. Debbie appears to
be completely bored by this “fight.” She
grabs Monique’s heels and drags the unconscious girl around the ring, finally
letting her legs flop lifelessly to the canvas right in the dead center of the
ring. She swiftly mounts her, slaps her
a couple times getting no response, then grabs her bangs and pulls her head a
little way off the ground, cocks her fist, and finishes her with a devastating
punch to the middle of her already mangled face.
THUD!!!
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
It’s the warning bell!
And only a couple minutes into the bout.
Debbie slides down her victim’s body and suddenly hooks her leg up for a
humiliating pin fall. The referee counts
Monique out.
“ONE…TWO…THREE…SHE'S OUT! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!”
DING!
DING! DING!
Debbie lets Monique’s leg flop heavily to the canvas and
stands over her, striking a quick victory pose.
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..DEBBIE!!!”
The crowd cheers and chants Debbie’s name as I climb into
the ring to give her the customary victory kiss. Then the victorious fighter takes my hand and
leads me back to the Trophy Room, where I will reward her properly for her win.
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