Friday, December 6, 2019

3-8-2474 Chrissy vs. Miranda


It’s been a long day full of violent fights between the beautiful ladies of Green Tower City, and it is time to decide who I am going home with this evening, so I settle into my seat for the final bout of the day at Catfight Cavern.  As usual, the winner will take me home for the evening as an extra trophy. 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS ARRIVED FOR THE FINAL BOUT OF THE DAY!” 

The crowd cheers enthusiastically.  The last of the blood has been mopped off of the big blue fighting mat in preparation for the evening’s  final fight.

“NOW APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA….IN THE RED AND BLUE STRIPED PANTIES…. CHRISSY!!!”


The bubbly brunette fighter trots quickly down the aisle, and smiles when she sees me sitting mat side. She runs over and hops into my lap, wrapping her legs around my midsection as she kisses me.

“I’m gonna fuck you SO hard tonight baby!”  She giggles into my ear before dismounting me and running up onto the mat, walking over to her corner.

“CHRISSY IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 10 WINS, 11 LOSSES AND 1 KILL!!!”

The crowd gives her a decent amount of approval considering she currently has a losing record.  In spite of her numbers she is a decent fighter but she also has a tendency to take on any and all challengers, which along with her inexperience results in her losing quite a few matches.  I find myself hoping that her opponent is somebody she can beat.  I wouldn’t mind spending the night with the luscious young brunette fighter again.

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE WHITE SMILEY FACE PRINT PANTIES AND ENGLISH RIDING BOOTS…MIRANDA!!!”

Well this doesn’t bode well for Chrissy, I think to myself as the lanky blonde warrior strolls nonchalantly down the aisle to the booming cheers of the crowd.  Miranda is one of the toughest women I’ve seen so far in the city, and I have not personally witnessed her lose too many fights.  Miranda walks over to me, swings one leg over my lap and then the other, plops down, kisses me, and says:

“This won’t take long, sugar,”  before getting up and walking over to her corner of the mat.  She doesn’t pay much attention to Chrissy, though the little brunette is glaring at her wide eyed with hatred.

“MIRANDA IS 20 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 72 WINS, 17 LOSSES AND 6 KILLS!!!”

The crowd is going nuts and chanting the blonde’s name.  Everyone seems to have forgotten all about Chrissy, who is waiting patiently in her corner, her attention completely fixated on her adversary.

DING! DING! DING!

Miranda walks slowly towards Chrissy, who charges out of her corner with determination and quickly gets to the blonde before she has taken more than a few steps.  Chrissy starts right out with a jab to Miranda’s face.

CRACK!  The blonde fighter is taken by surprise!  Chrissy keeps on the offensive, leaning into Miranda and pummeling at her body with both fists.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

CRACK!  Miranda finally fights back with a savage uppercut that lifts Chrissy off her feet before sending her flailing to the mat with a loud thud.  She quickly rolls over to her hands and knees and scampers away, but the blonde is on her swiftly, grabbing her by the pony tail and pulling her back to her feet.   Chrissy moans in pain as she is viciously yanked up by the hair.

“YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE SL-ARRRRRRGH!!!!” Miranda’s taunt is cut short when Chrissy darts her hand forward and administers a back to front crotch rake.  Miranda loses her grip on Chrissy’s hair as she doubles over, covering her wounded pussy.  Chrissy grabs Miranda by the bangs and pulls her head down into her lifting knee.

THUD!!!  Miranda spits blood as she is sent staggering backward, arms pinwheeling.  She drops to her ass with a thud.  Chrissy is actually winning!  The forever fickle crowd starts to cheer for the little teenage brunette now!

“YEAH!!!”

“YOU GOT HER CHRISSY!”

“WORK HER OVER!”

Chrissy starts forward, then hesitates, takes a couple steps back, and takes a second to adjust the waistband of her striped panties.  Miranda scoots away on her ass, wiping the blood off her chin and glaring icily up at her attacker.  She did not expect this much of a fight.   Chrissy starts to walk forward, her fingers clenched like claws, looking ready to do battle.

THUK!!!  As soon as she gets close enough Miranda lashes out, booting her in the crotch.  Chrissy yelps in surprise and now it is her turn to flop onto her butt.  The two fighters sit there staring at each other and catching their breath.  Miranda crawls forward.  Chrissy tries to scoot away.  Miranda grabs her foot and yanks her forward into her knee.

THUD! 

“ERK!”  Chrissy squawks in pain.  She pulls away from her attacker, scooting back a little ways before rearing up on her haunches.  Miranda crawls towards her and suddenly both girl lunge forward, locking up in a bearhug while still on their knees.

“UNGH!” 

“GURK!  FUCKING SLUT!”

They struggle desperately, each girl trying to yank the other to her feet.  They hook their fingers into the waistbands of each other’s panties and hair as they fight for control of the bout.  The crowd goes wild.  It is no longer clear who the majority of them is rooting for.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Within seconds Chrissy and Miranda are on their feet, bellies pressed together as they grapple.  They stumble forward and back, forward and back.

CRACK!  Chrissy lets go of Miranda’s panties and gives her a slap to the face.

CRACK!! Miranda responds likewise.

THUD! Chrissy grabs a handful of Miranda’s bangs with one hand and gives her a stomach punch, pulls her fist back…gives her another.

THUD!

“Unnggghhh..” Miranda lets out a low moan of pain. Once again it seems like the younger girl is gaining the advantage.

Miranda suddenly shifts her weight forward and wraps both her arms around Chrissy’s waist, squeezing her.  

“OOOoohhhhh…” Chrissy lets out a low groan as she is compressed inside Miranda’s strong arms.

“FIGHT! FIGH! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd continues chanting.

Suddenly Chrissy’s eyes widen in fear as the tall blonde brawler lifts her full weight up off the canvas.  The teenage girl wraps her legs around her attacker’s waist, trying to get free of her iron grip but Miranda is too strong for her.  Suddenly Miranda hops up in the air and brings Chrissy down crotch first on her knee.


THOCK!!!  The impact makes a sickening popping sound and Chrissy’s body stiffens then slides off Miranda’s knee.  Her butt hits the mat first with a thud and her arms and legs follow a split second later.   Chrissy is laid out, spread eagled on the mat, blood gurgling from her mouth.  The crowd silences for a second, then explodes with cheers for Miranda, who stands slowly over her victim and casually adjusts the waistband of her panties.  She raises one booted foot high over Chrissy’s exposed crotch.


THUD!!!  The poor brunette’s body lurches and goes limp with the impact.  Miranda steps forward, placing one foot on  either side of Chrissy’s hips, then crotch drops onto her pelvis. 

PLUD!!! Chrissy’s body lurches and goes limp.  Miranda cocks her right fist.

THUD!!!  and buries it in the teenage girls’ freckled face, spraying blood all over the mat.  Chrissy’s legs stiffen and go limp again. She is in trouble.  Miranda cocks her fist again.

THUD!!!

“YEAH!!!!”

“FUCK HER UP!”

“MIRANDA! MIRANDA! MIRANDA! MIRANDA!”    The crowd has made it perfectly clear who they are rooting for now  Miranda slides her crotch further up Chrissy’s body, crouching over her breasts.  She pins Chrissy’s head down to the mat by holding her ponytail down with her left hand, and cocks her right fist.  She pauses, drinking in the chants of the crowd for a few seconds.

“FINISH HER!” 

THUD!!! She slams her fist deep into the teenage brawler’s face, splattering more blood onto the mat in all directions.  She poises her fist again, pauses….

THUD!!!  Chrissy is not responsive at all at this point.  Miranda poises her fist right over her victim’s bloodied face, pauses, then….

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

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

With the chimes of the warning bell ringing out rapidly over the din of noise in the packed arena, Miranda finally halts her attack.  She plops back down, her butt crushing Chrissy’s boobs, and takes a few deep breaths.  She has won the fight.  After resting for a couple seconds, Miranda stands over her vanquished opponent and places one foot on her belly while adjusting the waistband of her smiley face panties.

 DING! DING! DING!

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER….MIRANDA!!!!”



The crowd cheers as I approach the victorious woman, who pulls me in close and kisses me, still holding her booted foot down firmly on Chrissy’s belly.  It’s gong to be a good night, I think to myself as I run my fingertips along the inside of the waistband of Miranda’s cotton panties while she presses her crotch against mine and pokes her tongue into my mouth.

“I barely worked up a sweat beating down this little slut” she whispers into my ear.  “I need another fight now!” 

So we are off to her house, where I am certain she intends to leave the red light on in hopes of a good bedroom fight

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