“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! IT IS TIME FOR THE FINAL BOUT OF THE
EVENING!”
I have no idea who the final two fighters will be, but I
make my usual announcement that I will return home with the victor, and a huge
cheer goes up from the all-female crowd, also as usual.
“APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA….IN THE
GREEN PANTIES WITH WHITE TENNIS SHOES AND SOCKS….JILL!!!”
The voluptuous blonde brawler makes her way quickly down the
aisle. I stand up to kiss her before she
steps onto the mat, and she grinds against me passionately.
“I’m gonna win this fight for you, baby!” She promises me before taking her place in
her corner.
“JILL IS 19 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 12 WINS, 9 LOSSES, AND ! KILL!”
Jill gets a mixed response from the crowd. She’s not the greatest fighter in the city,
but she is certainly no jobber either.
It will all depend on who she is matched up against. We don’t have long to find out.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN
THE GREEN PANTIES….MONIQUE!!!”
Now it seems like the crowd is properly divided. About half of them cheer for the dark haired
girl walking down the aisle, and an equal number greet her with boos and
hisses. This should be a very
interesting fight. Just as I did with Jill,
I stand up in front of my mat side seat and greet Monique with a kiss. I see Jill glaring at us from the corner of
my eye as we make out passionately for the delight of the crowd. Jealousy always amps a fight up exponentially. I suppose that is why I, as the lone male on
the planet, am such a treasured asset here in Green Tower City; the universally
acknowledged World Capitol Of Female Combat.
“I’m gonna fuck that bitch up BAD!” Monique promises me as she walks up onto the
mat, casting a wide eyed glare at Jill as she slowly strides over to the corner
opposite her and takes her place there.
“MONIQUE IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS, 7 LOSSES AND 1 KILL!”
The same mixture of cheers and taunts comes from the
crowd. This could get really interesting. I’ve never seen a crowd riot before, but this
is perhaps the most divided I have ever heard them. It is also not lost on me
that Jill and Monique wear the exact same color panties, and in fact are pretty
similar looking in build. I personally
can make no guess at who is going to emerge from this battle victorious.
DING!
DING! DING!
We’ll find out soon.
Jill and Monique charge out of their corners and literally slam into each
other in the dead center of the mat.
Their bodies slap together and they snatch each other by the hair.
“UNGH!!!”
“BITCH!”
“I’LL FUCKING WASTE YOU!”
“UNGH!!!”
The crowd gets heated up as the two women dance around the
mat, tugging and yanking at each other’s hair.
Already it seems like a pretty even battle, neither girl giving or
losing much ground as they stagger back and forth, grunting and moaning with
determination.
“OOOOhhhhhh…” Both
girls moan loudly as they suddenly let go of each other’s hair and slap
together in a tight bear hug, arms wrapped around each other’s waists. This desperate struggle has been going on now
for over a minute and the crowd is getting restless. They want to see blood!
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
CRACK!!! Suddenly Monique draws first blood with a
devastating open palm slap across Jill’s face.
The blonde barely reacts before she returns the favor.
CRACK! After the
quick exchange of face slaps they collapse in again, now clinging weakly to each
other’s bodies.
THUD! Monique gives
Jill a sharp knee to the crotch.
THUD! Jill gives Monique
a knee to the crotch in return. Their
bodies press together and they snatch each other by the panties with one hand,
and once again grab each other by the hair with their other hands.
“OOOOHHHHHH!!!’ They
moan in unison as they stagger around the mat.
PLUD!!! With a heavy thud they both suddenly drop to their
butts. Quickly they wrap their legs
around each other’s midsections and simultaneously grab each other around the
throats. Now it’s a strangling contest.
“GAK!!!”
“URK!!!”
Bloody spittle drips down both of the girls chins as they attempt
to choke each other out. Their round
breasts rise and fall with quick short breaths as they desperately grapple for
control. Another full minute goes by as
Jill and Monique’s faces turn beet red.
Then all of a sudden they both release their grips and tumble apart into
the mat. They crawl slowly away from
each other, then turn, facing off on their hands and knees. Both girls cough up little splatters of
blood, and then they slowly start to circle on their hands and knees. They are both already clearly exhausted, hurt
and scared.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
With deliberate caution they continue their circling, sliding
each knee forward slowly, almost mirror images of each other. They make a full rotation. Then another.
The crowd gets more and more restless.
“RRAAAAARRRR!!!!”
Suddenly both women let out blood curdling howls of rage and they
scamper towards each other.
THUD!!! Their sweaty bodies collide and they grasp each
other in a tight squeeze. Monique gets a good grip on Jill’s hair and yanks
back hard. Jill falls backward. Monique has her! She scrambles desperately to get a mount on
her but jill bucks her pelvis and they roll over, with Jill on top.
CRACK!!! She slaps Monique in the face.
THJUD!! Monique brings a knee up hard into Jill’s crotch and
the blonde tumbles forward and somersaults onto her back, off her prey. Monique rolls over and quickly crawls away,
but Jill turns and chases her, pouncing onto her back.
PLUD!!! Both girls grunt as they hit the mat. Jill frantically tries to secure her mount, sitting
astride Monique’s butt. She grabs Monique’s
hair and pulls her head back…
THAP!!! Slamming her face into the mat. Monique’s body lurches but she doesn’t appear
to be knocked out. She squirms
forward. Jill pulls back on her hair
again, lifting Monique’s head up off the mat…
THAP!!! And slams her face down again. The dark haired girl goes limp. Jill slides off her butt and scoots backward,
gasping for air. The exertion of this
frantic brawl is taking it’s toll on her, but Monique is unresponsive. This could be it!
“FINISH HER JILL!”
“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”
“STOMP HER!”
Jill seems dazed, almost ready to pass out. She crawls around her prey, regarding her
intently. Finally she starts to stand
up.
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”
It seems now that more than half of the crowd is rooting for
Jill, not that I am surprised. So called
“Fan Loyalties” switch instantly here in Green Tower City. Jill seems barely aware she is winning the
fight. She wavers a little as she slowly
circles her unconscious foe, not seeming to be sure of what to do. Finally she walks behind her and gives her a
sharp doggy style cunt punt that lifts Monique’s pelvis off the mat and then
drops it again.
“GLURP!” Monique’s
eyes pop open upon impact and she spits out a fresh mist of blood. She immediately tries to squirm away from her
attacker, but Jill runs forward and grabs her by the hair just as she reaches
the edge of the big blue fighting mat.
“GET UP!” Jill screams
at her hated enemy. It seems like she is getting her strength back. Monique’s arms hang limply at her sides and she
moans in pain as she is violently hauled up by the hair.
CRACK!!! Jill gives her a nasty face slap and lets go. Monique is sent tumbling back to the mat and
faces her attacker on her butt.
“I’M ABOUT TO FUCK YOU UP!”
Jill announces and steps forward, again grabbing Monique by the hair. She starts to haul her back to her feet.
“GET UP AND F-AIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!” Monique gives her a swift back to front
crotch rake and Jill instantly releases her grip, reaching down to cover her
ravaged womanhood as she stumbles backward.
I’m beginning to wonder if either of these girls is going to be in any
shape for victory sex tonight. Monique remains
on her hands and knees, looking up at her opponent. After a few seconds gasping for air, she
starts to get to her feet. Jill massages
her wounded crotch a bit more and steps forward. Both girls raise their fists and hesitantly
step towards each other.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The chanting of the crowd provides a steady rhythm
as the two fighters slowly circle each other once again, fists up and ready. They are both hurt. They are both scared. They are both exhausted. And yet, they are both still determined to
win. After several circles, they move
towards each other.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A furious fist fight ensues.
Blood sprinkles the air and falls to the mat in all directions. This is the kind of fight the spectators of
Green Tower City LOVE.
THUD!
Monique sends Jill stumbling back with a well placed face
jab. She moves in to press the attack.
PLUD!! But takes a stomach punch that sends her stumbling
back, doubling over. Jill moves in.
CRACK!!! But takes an uppercut. Her knees buckle. She looks like she is going to drop. Monique moves in for the finish.
THAP! But Jill lunges
forward and once again their sweaty bodies collide and they grasp each other
weakly around the midsections.
“OOOohhhhhh god oh god oh god.”
“OOOoooooohhhhh!”
They moan in desperation as they stagger around the mat, stumbling all
the way to one side and then the other.
Jill places her hands firmly on Monique’s shoulders and gives her a knee
to the crotch.
THUD!
Monique responds by slapping her belly against Jill’s and
wrapping her arms around her waist. She
lifts her right leg, making a desperate attempt to climb her enemy’s body. Jill does the same, lifting a foot up Monique’s
back as she tries to get the upper hand.
Both girls are moaning in pain and terror as they struggle for
dominance. This fight can’t possibly
last much longer. I feel certain that
whoever gets the upper hand here will emerge victorious, but at this point it
seems like it’s’ still either girl’s fight.
“…fucking (gasp!)….bitch…(gasp)…” Jill pants.
“…you’re…(gasp)…dead…(gasp)…slut…(gasp)…” Monique
responds.
“AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!!” Jill lets out a piercing howl suddenly as
Monique grabs one of her breasts and squeezes it, sinking her fingernails in
deep enough to draw fresh rivulets of blood.
PLUD!!! Jill fights back with another vicious knee up into
Monique’s crotch. The dark haired girl drops to her butt, dazed. Jill sees her opportunity. She grabs Monique’s bangs, holds her face up,
and drills her with a quick succession of face punches.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splatters the mat and Jill lets go of her grip on
Monique’s hair, letting her flop on to the mat. She twitches and squirms weakly on her back,
but she is not yet out. Jill plops onto
her, straddling her crotch.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Mercilessly the blonde fighter pound away at Monique’s face
with both fists. Monique’s feet kick and
slap against the mat, then finally collapse limply. She’s done.
Jill holds her head up off the mat with one hand, cocking her fist for a
final blow.
PLAP!!!
Monique’s head hits the mat violently. Her body twitches one last time and she goes
totally limp. Jill raises her bloodied
fists triumphantly.
“YEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”
She howls.
DING!
DING! DING!
“AND WE HAVE A WINNER!!!”
The crowd is going wild and chanting Jill’s name.
“JILL! JILL! JILL! JILL! JILL!”
I’ve seen this behavior so many times now it no longer
surprises me. It’s as if they were all
cheering for Jill all along. One thing
is for certain, Monique is going to be in the hospital for a long time. Jill continues sitting on her destroyed
victim for some time, desperately panting to catch her breath back from the violent
fight. Finally she stands and places a
foot on Monique’s neck, as if to prove she could snap it if this was a death
match. This rivalry may very well end up
in a fight to the ultimate finish at some point.
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER……JILL!!!!”
I step up onto the
mat to kiss the victorious Jill, who I will then escort back to her apartment
for the night.
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