Thursday, December 26, 2019

8-6-2474 Brandi vs. Inga




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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