The next fight is the one that Brandi told me about earlier
that she wants me to watch. She is one
of my favorite girls in the City and a brutal fighter, usually taking great
pleasure in slowly and completely humiliating her hapless opponents. As soon as I have finished pleasuring the
victorious Nicole I return to my seat. Teagan
has long since been drug off for hospital pick up, and a couple mat girls are just finishing mopping
up the blood from the mat. It takes them
several minutes to finish which gives me plenty of time to get my drink order
in. Finally the teenage mat girls in
their customary white bras and panties take their mops and buckets full of
bloody water and disappear back into the dark outer passages of Catfight Cavern. It is almost time for Brandi’s fight. I am sitting comfortably in my private mat
side seat and am of course planning to pleasure Brandi with sex after her
victory. (Assuming she wins of
course. I still don’t know who her
opponent is.)
Finally the announcer’s voice comes over the
loudspeaker.
“AND NOW…FOR OUR NEXT FIGHT!
APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN WHITE PANTIES
WITH RED HEARTS AND WHITE SOCKS… BRANDI!”
The crowd cheers as the slightly plump bottomed red haired
brawler walks out to the mat. She stops
to give me a quick lap dance and make out session, then walks up onto the mat
and over to her corner and hops up and down, excitedly waiting to see who her
opponent will be.
“BRANDI IS 19 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 23 WINS, 10 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!”
The announcer waits for the cheers to die down a bit before
introducing the next fighter.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE
ARENA…IN THE LEOPARD PRINT PANTIES…INGA!!!”
My pants tighten as the sexy raven haired Inga strolls down
the aisle. She sees me sitting by the
mat and climbs into my lap, straddling me while Brandi glares over at us. She
kisses me.
“I fucking KEEL this bitch!” she purrs in her deep Eastern European
voice before dismounting me and stepping up onto the mat, swaying her luscious behind
at me as she goes. I look up at Brandi
and see the hatred in her eyes as she watches Inga.
“INGA IS 24 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 72 WINS…19 LOSSES…AND 7 KILLS!!!”
I have a feeling this is going to be a pretty good fight as
I watch the two young women sizing each other up from opposite corners of the
big blue fighting mat.
DING!
DING! DING!
Brandi and Inga immediately stroll casually out of their
corners towards each other. They near
the center of the mat and raise their fists.
They begin to circle slowly, still sizing each other up.
THUD!! Brandi throws a jab at Inga, who doesn’t quite duck
in time to avoid getting clipped in the side of the face. She stumbles a couple steps back, but quickly
regains her composure and moves back in.
THUD!! Inga nails Brandi in the face and I see the first
blood of the fight. Brandi is sent
stumbling back a step but she quickly retaliates.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The volume level of the crowd rises substantially as the two
young female warriors engage in a furious exchange of face and body blows. Blood sprinkles the mat all around them, and
finally they lock up in a hug as both fighters try to catch their breath.
“GASP! GASP! GASP!”
Their frantic panting is loud enough for me to hear over the
yells of the crowd at my mat side seat, and already both the fighters look exhausted
as they cling desperately to each other.
THUD!!! Brandi gives Inga a weak knee to the crotch.
THUD! Inga returns
the blow and they collapse into each other again, staggering around the mat
like a couple of lovers drunkenly dancing.
THUD! THUD! Another
exchange of crotch knees and now they grip each other by the waistbands of
their panties and they press their breasts together as they lean on each other’s
sweaty bodies for support.
THUD!! Brandi gives Inga a slightly more powerful knee to
the crotch and the raven haired fighter grunts in pain from the blow as she is
slightly lifted off her feet for a second.
THUD!! Brandi gets another shot in before Inga can react.
THUD! And another. Inga suddenly loses her grip on the red head
and Brandi lets her drop to her ass. She
quickly seizes Inga by the bangs and punches her in the face.
THUD!!! Inga’s arms
and legs twitch as she takes the punch, but she quickly retaliates with a crotch
rake.
“AIIIEEEE!” Brandi yelps in agony and loses her grip on Inga’s
bangs, stumbling backward while covering her wounded womanhood. Inga scoots back a few feet on her butt, then
drops forward into a crouching position, watching her enemy carefully. As the injured Brandi continues to stagger
around, protecting her crotch, Inga slowly gets up and moves forward.
CRACK!!! Inga surprise Brandi with a savage haymaker that
drops her onto her back. The red head
moves her hands up to protect her face, and Inga takes advantage of this by stomping
Brandi’s unprotected crotch.
SPLUD!!!! Brandi coughs up blood and curls up into a fetal
position. Inga reaches down and grabs
her hair, yanking her up to her feet.
“FIGHT!” Inga commands
in her heavy Eastern European accent. Brandi’s arms and legs hang like rubber
as she is pulled up. She is in trouble.
CRACK! Inga slaps her
in the face while still holding her upright by the hair. Brandi is barely conscious but brings her
hands up to protect her face, at which point Inga knees her in the already
mangled crotch, lifting her off the mat.
PLUD!!!
“OOohhhhhh!!!” Brandi
howls in pain. Inga let her drop to her
hands and knees and stands there in front of her, catching her own breath.
“I WILL FINISH YOU AND FUCK YOUR MAN!” Inga yells, then places her knees on either
side of Brandi’s head.
PLUD!!! She drops her weight down, slamming Brandi face
first into the mat. Her arms and legs
stiffen and go limp. She is out
cold. The crowd goes wild.
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” They chat
sadistically. Inga slowly circles her unconscious prey, making two full circles
around the prone ginger haired fighter. She stops when she reaches the back of her
head, raises a foot up high, then drives it down into the back of Brandi’s skull.
SPLAT!!! Fresh blood
spurts out of Brandi’s mouth, adding to the already large puddle in front of
her. Her arms and legs jerk once again
in reflexive response and go limp. Inga
raises her foot again.
SPLAT!!!! More blood. Another lurch of the body and then she falls
limp. Her round butt twerks violently
once. Then twice. Then a third time before she goes completely limp. Brandi is in serious trouble here. Inga starts to raise her foot over the back of
her victim’s head again…
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
Inga is visibly disappointed at the sounding of the warningbell but she quickly places a foot on Brandi’s ass and raises her fists in victory.
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER….INGA!!!!”
“INGA! INGA! INGA! INGA! INGA!” The spectators happily chant as I rise up out
of my seat and go to the victorious black haired fighter. She holds her victory pose and pulls me in
close while we make out to the delight of the crowd. After a few minutes of showboating I take Inga’s
hand and lead her back to the Trophy Room for her reward.
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