DING!
DING! DING
It’s midnight and a Birthday Girl Death Match has just begun. The pig tailed brunette Gloria has been challenged
by a former Academy enemy named Theresa.
They two young women are slowly circling each other in the center of the
ring while the bloodthirsty crowd chants:
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
After several slow rotations the they step towards each
other cautiously. They stand toe to toe,
glaring into each other’s eyes, their firm round breasts rising and falling
sharply as they gasp in deep breaths of air.
The hatred between them is palpable.
They exchange a few muted words but it is too quiet for me to hear even
from my ring side seat. Then suddenly
they start pummeling each other.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The crowd cheers as the two young women rain blows into each
other savagely. Blood splatters in all
directions and finally collapse into a standing hug, grasping each other by the hair and panties as they dance around the ring drunkenly.
“UNGH!!!”
“OH! OH! OH! OH!:
CLUD!!! Theresa lifts Gloria off the ground with a knee to
the crotch. The brunette stumbles
backward, but fires back with a wild face slap.
CRACK!!!
Theresa is sent staggering backwards towards the ropes, arms
pinwheeling. Gloria moves in for the
attack…
PLUD!!! But takes one of the red head’s booted heels right
into her crotch as she gets close. Gloria
is HURT! She drops to her butt with a
thud. Theresa calmly steps forward and
grabs her up by one of her pig tails.
“OOOOooooo….” Gloria moans
in fear and pain as she is hauled up to her feet.
PLAP!!! Theresa gives her a nasty jab to the face, then
pulls her the rest of the way up.
“OOOOhhhhh… godohgodohgodohgod…” Gloria whimpers pathetically as Theresa
suddenly grabs her and runs her towards one corner of the ring, yanking her
head far back by the hair…
PLAP!!! And slamming
her face into the turnbuckle. Gloria’s
knees give out and she collapses against the turnbuckle, clinging desperately
to the middle pad, trying not to go down.
The curly haired Theresa grabs her by the pig tails again, as if to help
her out.
“OOohhhhhooohhh….” Gloria
moans loudly as she is again pulled to
her feet. Theresa spins her
around and starts to walk her across the ring, bending one of her arms back
painfully.
“You are going to be begging to be put out of your misery
before I am through!” Theresa growls.
“Now turn around so I can go to work on y-UNGH!!!”
Gloria suddenly spins around and gives Theresa a solid belly
punch that cuts the girl’s taunt short.
“Oh you bitch!”
Theresa grunts as she stumbles back, doubling over. Gloria wipes a bit of blood from her chin and
raises her fists, challenging her enemy to a straight up fist fight. Theresa takes a couple seconds to catch her
breath, then raises her own fists. The
two young warriors circle each other warily, fists up.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
After another quick flurry of punches they lock up in a
belly to belly hug and stagger around the ring, grunting and moaning. Neither of them seems to have the advantage
at the moment. They stumble all the way
into one of the corners, and Teresa gives Gloria a nasty face slap.
CRACK!!!
Gloria is sent reeling into the turnbuckle and Teresa quickly
follows her in with her fists up.
PLUD!!! But takes a brutal kick to the crotch that drops her
to her knees.
“OOOOhhhhhhhhh….” She
groans in agony. Gloria sees her chance
and rushes in, kneeing her in the face.
THUD!!! Blood sprinkles the air as the curly haired red head
is sent sprawling onto her back. Gloria immediately stomps her in the crotch.
THUD!!!
“UNGH!!!” Teresa
grunts in pain and curls up into a fetal position. Now she is the one in trouble. Gloria circles the curled up 18 year old,
glaring down at her with visible malice.
CLUD!!! She gives her a cunt punt and Teresa suddenly
begins crawling for the edge of the ring, making a desperate attempt to get
away from her attacker. Gloria just
follows her.
“Uuuuungh…..I give I give I give… Teresa moans as she grabs
one of the ropes and tries to pull herself out of the ring, but Gloria suddenly
pounces runs over and stomps on the back of her neck, pressing it against the
bottom rope.
“GAK! GAK! Gurgle….”
Teresa coughs up blood as her legs stiffen and twitch. The crowd is going wild.
“YEAH!!!”
“YOU GOT HER GLORIA!!! FINISH HER”
“KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!”
The brunette fighter keeps one foot pressed firmly down on
the back of Theresa’s neck and suddenly lifts her other foot off the canvas and
places it on the bottom rope as well, grabbing the top rope with her hands to
steady herself and force more pressure down into her enemy. Theresa’s legs continue to slide around as
she struggles to get free. Then she
suddenly lurches and goes limp. Her arms
drop lifelessly down. The fight is over.
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER…..GLORIA!!!!”
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