12-18-2474 Cassie vs. Ewyn

Cassie vs. Ewyn

(CatfightCavern)

I start my day out at Catfight Cavern for a bout between two of my favorite girls:  Cassie and Ewyn.  I arrive a little early so I can get a drink and relax in my comfortable mat-side chair for a few minutes.  All around me the stands slowly fill with blood thirsty women anxious to see some Green Tower City style violence.   I sip my drink and wait.  Finally the loudspeaker crackles into life.

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! WELCOME TO CATFIGHT CAVERN!!!”

The crowd bursts into cheers and applause. 

“NOW APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA….IN THE BROWN PANTIES AND ARGYLE SOCKS……CASSIE!”

Cassie gets a large cheer as she strolls quickly and confidently down the aisle towards the large blue mat.  She stops to give me a quick make out session before stepping up onto the mat and standing in her designated corner.

“CASSIE IS 21 YEARS OLD!!!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 79 WINS, 26 LOSSES AND 8 KILLS!!!”

Cassie calmly adjusts her socks as she waits for her opponent to arrive.  She doesn’t have long to wait.

“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA….IN THE CREAM COLORED PANTIES…..EWYN!!!” 

Now the crowd really explodes, seeming to have forgotten all about Cassie.  Ewyn marches quickly down the aisle, stops to give me a quick kiss, then steps up onto the mat, sneering at the brunette girl watching her form the opposite corner.

“EWYN IS 22 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 118 WINS…22 LOSSES…AND 19 KILLS!!!”

Ewyn simply stares emotionless across the mat at Cassie, who glares back. 

DING! DING! DING!

The two young female warriors step out of their corners and slowly walk towards each other.  Their breasts rise up and down sharply as they draw in air, their nipples hard with the excitement of coming battle.  They begin to circle each other, hands hanging at their sides, breasts jutting out.  Cassie doesn’t look worried at all, even though Ewyn put her in the hospital the last time they met up.  They make 2 full passes, not speaking, just glaring into each other’s eyes.  Then Cassie slaps Ewyn in the face.

CRACK!!!   The crowd starts to cheer immediately, and Ewyn slaps her right back, knocking her to the mat.

CRACK!!!

“OOohhhhhhh….”  Cassie moans as she hits the mat.  The force of the blow was impressive and now I see a bit of fear in her eyes.  She starts trying to squirm away but Ewyn reaches down and grabs her by the hair, pulling her back up to her feet.  She gives her a knee to the crotch as she pulls her up.

THUD!!!!

“MMpph!”  Cassie winces in pain from the blow.  Ewyn slaps her again.

CRACK!!!

Cassie stumbles a couple steps away.  Ewyn steps forward and gives her a sharp jab in the face.

WHAP!!!

“URK!” I see the first blood of the day sparkling in the air as Cassie’s head is thrown back from the force of the blow.  Ewyn is toying with her.  As Cassie staggers back, moaning, Ewyn calmly circles her, fists up and ready.

“Come ON!  Let’s FIGHT!!!”  Ewyn yells, then swings her arm around, giving Cassie another sharp slap on the face.

CRACK!!! 

“RAAAHHHH!!!”  Cassie suddenly lets out a howl of determination and charges in, fists up. Ewyn raises her own back up.

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

The crowd goes berserk as the two women begin pummeling each other.  Cassie gets in a couple of good shots, one to Ewyn’s chin and another to her belly, but Ewyn is dominating her. 

CRACK!!! A savage haymaker sends Cassie staggering backwards out of the fight.  She’s about to fall but Ewyn moves in and grabs her by the hair to keep her from going down.  Cassie throws herself forward and wraps her arms around Ewyn’s midsection trying to hold her in close. She is moaning in anguish and fear.  This isn’t a fight.  It’s a beating. 

“FIGHT!!!”  Ewyn howls and brings her knee up hard into the bridge of Cassie’s crotch, lifting the brunette up off her feet. 

“WHOULF!!!”  Cassie squawks in agony and starts to fall, but again Ewyn grabs her by the hair and pulls her back to her feet.  She savagely spins her victim around and puts her in an agonizing looking armbar.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”  Cassie wails in pain as her arm is wrenched backwards near to the breaking point.  Ewyn walks her around the whole mat, letting each side of the arena see Cassie’s plight. Once she has hauled her all the way around the fighting surface she gives her a kick to the back that sends her flying down to the mat.

SPLAT!!! Cassie hits the ground face first.  She immediately starts trying to scamper away.  Ewyn follows along behind her until she gets to the edge of the mat, then takes a quick hop forward and swings her foot up with incredible power, catching Cassie full in the crotch with a doggy style cunt punt that lifts her pelvis high into the air.

THUD!!! 

“OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!”  Cassie lets out a high pitched squeal of agony as her body flops back down to the mat from the vicious blow.  She lays there face down near the edge of the mat for several seconds, her pelvis occasionally jerking up into the air reflexively.  She is barely conscious.  The crowd chants.

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” 

Ewyn stands there admiring her work for several seconds, then finally reaches down and grabs Cassie’s stockinged feet, dragging her back to the center of the mat, leaving a long smear of blood behind.  She roughly flips her victim over onto her back, then steps over her and stands there with one foot on either side of Cassie’s hips.

“EWYN! EWYN! EWYN! EWYN! EWYN!’  The crowd chants the name of their champion as Ewyn regards her squirming barely cognizant prey.  The crotch of Cassie’s brown cotton panties are dark with blood from the nasty cunt punt and her whole body is quivering.  She is in major trouble. 

THUD!!! Ewyn crotch drops down onto Cassie’s belly and the brunette fighter’s body jerks with the impact.  Ewyn quickly slams a punch down into her face.

THUD!!!  Blood splatters the mat.  Ewyn pauses to take a breath, then reaches down and grabs a handful of hair.  She peels Cassie’s head off the mat, lifting up a few inches closer to her poised right fist.

THAP! THAP! THAP!

Three quick jabs to the face speckle the mat with more blood and Ewyn then releases her hold on the girl’s hair, allowing her head to flop lifelessly to the mat again.  Cassie is out cold.  Ewyn continues to straddle her, occasionally issuing another quick punch to the face.  She is an expert at administering a beating without triggering the warning bell that would signify her victim is close to death. 

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

With each blow Cassie’s body gives a reflexive twitch and falls limp again.  After several minutes of this, Ewyn adjusts her mount, sliding her butt up over Cassie’s breasts in order to position herself right over her throat.  The din of noise from the excited spectators is deafening.  Ewyn wets her lips with her tongue, uses her left hand to pin Cassie’s head down by the hair, and poises a clenched fist right over her already bloodied and mangled face.

“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”  The crowd chants maliciously.  I would feel bad for Cassie, but I’ve seen her do this exact thing to many of her own opponents.  This time she just happens to be greatly outmatched.   

“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”

Ewyn looks up at me, winks, then goes to work.

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

Fresh blood splatters the mat in all directions.  Cassie’s body jerks and quivers, going limp every time Ewyn pauses the beating for a second. 

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

I think I see a tooth fly across the mat.  Ewyn keeps up a steady rhythm with her beating, and I know she is pulling her punches just a little, in order to prolong the punishment, because she will have to stop if the warning bell is sounded. 

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

Suddenly she stops and arches her back, her perfect breasts jutting forward as she sits proudly on yet another destroyed opponent.  Her lithe perfect body glistens with sweat.  She’s given herself a workout just from using Cassie’s face as a punching bag.  She stands up, raises a foot high over the senseless brunette’s face, and plunges it down.

THUD!!!!  Cassie’s body lurches one last time and goes limp, arms and legs splayed out lifelessly. Ewyn places a foot in the  middle of her breasts and raises her arms, showing everyone her perfectly cut little muscles.

DING! DING! DING!

  

“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!”  The voice over the loudspeaker booms.

“EWYN! EWYN! EWYN! EWYN!”

The victorious short haired warrior steps off her victim and walks over to wear I am sitting, stepping off the mat and flexing her muscles just for me.  I glance down at poor Cassie, completely destroyed on the mat.  A nurse runs over to crouch over her, giving her a bit of emergency medical attention to make sure she doesn’t bleed out.  As this is not a death match venue her duty is to do only what’s necessary to keep Cassie breathing, then she disappears and two mat girls, in their customary white bras and panties run up and begin to drag the defeated brunette off the mat and out into the darkness.  She will wake up in a hospital bed in a day or two. Ewyn climbs into my lap, straddling me while still flexing her muscles.  When I kiss her she wraps her arms around me and kisses me back.  The crowd loves it.

“Did you like how I finished that little slut off for you, baby?”  She coos into my ear. 

“Mmmmmm. Hmmmm’  I respond in between kisses. 

“Come one, I want my reward”  Ewyn says as she dismounts me and we make our way towards the TrophyRoom to celebrate her victory.  The matgirls have returned with mops and buckets.  It’s going to take them a while to clean all that blood up.   

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12-16-2474 Andrea vs. Chrissy

PROLOGUE

Andrea vs. Reilly

(The Bout Barn)

I get to the Bout Barn and go to my reserved ring side seat.  The Bout Barn is using their standard short 3 girl round robins with today being refereed above the waistband fist fight rules.  The first bout is between Andrea and Reilly.  Andrea quickly dispatches Reilly without much difficulty and KO’s her three minutes into a pretty one sided fight.  She goes to the Waiting Room and I remain in my seat for the next fight.  (As per the usual Bout Barn Rules, whoever wins that fight must face off against Andrea, and whoever wins that fight gets to spend some time in the Trophy Room with me.

Chrissy vs. Serena

(The Bout Barn)

The next fight is between Chrissy and Serena.  Normally I would probably bet on Serena in this match up but Chrissy seems particularly on point today and a truly savage back and forth fist fight ensues.  Chrissy is in fact dominating the bout and about ten minutes in   has her opponent backed into a corner and looks to be about to finish her off but then Serena violates the rules with a knee to Chrissy’s crotch, causing the brunette to stumble back, doubling over.  The blonde comes out of the corner and is about to continue the attack but the ref is on her immediately for breaking the “above the waistband” rule.   Serena is held in a corner by two Mat Girls for thirty seconds while Chrissy pummels her in the belly.  When she is finally released she flops to the canvas out of breath.  Chrissy pulls her back up by the hair and pushes her back into the corner.  She climbs up onto the middle rope, holds Serena’s face up and pounds her until the warning bell is rung.  Then she allows Serena to flop face first to the canvas with a loud thud and takes her victory pose with her foot on the back of the blonde’s head. 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…..CHRISSY!!!”  Serena is drug out of the ring and Chrissy returns to her corner to wait for Andrea.  

Andrea vs. Chrissy

(The Bout Barn)

About ten minutes after the unconscious Serena has been dragged out of the ring, Andrea climbs through the ropes and goes to her corner.  She and Chrissy glare at each other from across the ring, sizing each other up.  They have never fought before and I feel like this is going to be a pretty good match up.  After a couple more minutes the announcements begin.

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE NEXT FIGHT!”

A cheer goes up from the anxious spectators.

“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE RED AND BLUE STRIPED PANTIES…..CHRISSY!!!”

A loud cheer goes up for the cute young brunette fighter.  She has been here for over a year now and has made a decent name for herself.

“CHRISSY IS 19 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 39 WINS, 20 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!!!”

More cheers and applause ring out for the freckle face teenager as she calmly continues to glare at Andrea. 

“AND IN THIS CORNER….HER OPPONENT….IN THE YELLOW PANTIES…..ANDREA!!!”

The young red head gets a healthy dose of cheers and applause as well but mixed in with  boos and hisses.  She hasn’t been here quite two months yet but already has some impressive victories under her waistband.  Still, Chrissy is the clear crowd favorite for now.

“ANDREA IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 3 WINS, 2 LOSSES AND 0 KILLS!!!”

Andrea looks a little more nervous than Chrissy does.  While the slightly older and more experienced Chrissy simply glares at her silently, Andrea shifts her weight back and forth nervously as she waits for the beginning of the match.  Though I myself always try to remain neutral during the many fights I witness, I do have a tendency to pick which girl I think is going to win a match up and I consider all the factors going into the bout.   Chrissy is probably the better fighter, but she also had a tougher match up against Serena than Andrea did against Reilly, so that will of course be a factor.  I’m having a hard time picking a favorite here.  I guess I will just have to wait and see what happens.   After all, either way I win!

Suddenly the moderator who refereed the last two bouts steps out of the ring, indicating the rules for this fight are going to be relaxed a bit, so pretty much anything goes this time.  This gets a fresh cheer from the crowd.  The more violent the better is the usual opinion here in Green Tower City. 

A few more moments are allowed to build tension…then…

DING! DING! DING!

Andrea and Chrissy cautiously step out of their corners and raise their fists.  They silently and slowly begin to circle each other near the center of the ring with their fists up and ready.  The girls make three full rotations, really sizing each other up, then finally.

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

The crowd goes crazy as a savage fist fight begins in the center of the ring.  Both girls give and receive some nasty hits but remain on their feet and keep going at it. 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

“Unghhhh!”  With a loud moan the two young girls finally lock up in a tight hug.  Both their faces are bloody.  They stagger around the ring, holding each other in close around the midsection to avoid taking anymore blows.  This goes on for a full minute.

CRACK!!! Chrissy slaps Andrea in the face and sends her staggering towards the ropes.  The red head looks dazed and when she hits she almost falls down, but grabs the top rope and holds herself up.  Chrissy moves in, grabs her long red hair and holds her head up, cocking a fist.

THUD!!!! She gives her a nasty jab to the face and fresh blood sprinkles the air. Andrea looks like she’s in trouble already. 

“COME ON BITCH!  I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP BAD!!!!”  Chrissy howls and starts to walk Andrea across the ring, holding her up by the hair.  Andrea looks dazed and not sure what is going on.  Chrissy is walking her towards a turnbuckle.

“AAAAIIIEEEEE!!!”  Chrissy suddenly lets out a piercing shriek of pain as Andrea suddenly manages to give her tormentor a nasty crotch rake.  Chrissy immediately releases her grip on the ginger’s hair and drops to her knees, covering her wounded crotch.  Andrea drops to her butt and scoots away as quick as she can.  Chrissy crawls in the opposite direction and reclines against the ropes moaning in pain.  Andrea scoots her way to the opposite side of the ring and uses the ropes to start pulling herself to her feet.  Both girls are hurt.  Andrea hoists herself up and stands against the ropes, still using them to support her weight.  Chrissy remains on her hands and knees, panting and glaring at her opponent while she gasps for breath.  When Andrea starts to hesitantly walk towards her, she suddenly springs from a crouching position and slams into the approaching girl’s midsection.   The two young women crash violently down to the canvas and immediately begin to roll around, struggling to get control of the fight.  The excitement of the crowd escalates as they tumble all over the small fighting ring.

“UNGH!!!”

“OOOhhhhhh….”

“ACK!”

“UNGH!” 

Each girl takes and loses the advantage over and over.  They roll back and forth across the ring, neither able to maintain a mount very long.  After several minutes Andrea manages to get a straddle mount and pops Chrissy in the face with a sharp jab, spraying blood all over the light gray canvas. She winds up for another blow but Chrissy suddenly reaches up, grabs the front of her yellow panties, and pulls her forward into a savage blow right to the bridge of the nose that sends Andrea toppling off her mount and onto her back with a heavy thud that gives the ring a little shake.  Again both of the exhausted young fighters frantically scoot away from each other.  Within a few seconds they are on opposite sides of the ring, trying to pull themselves up on the ropes.  The crowd begins to chant.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” 

Chrissy is on her feet first but clings to the ropes to steady herself for a moment while she gasps for air.  Andrea gets to her feet a second later and does the same.  At this point they both seem just a little reluctant to continue the brawl, and they start to slowly walk the perimeter of the ring, keeping each other on the opposite side while the spectators get more and more antsy.

“COME ON CHRISSY!  GET THAT BITCH!”

“PUT HER DOWN!!!’

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

The two young women continue walking slowly around the perimeter of the ring until they have switched places, then suddenly they stagger towards each other with their fists up.  The fight is about to be back on.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

“OOOhhhhhhhh!!!”  After a couple blows each their sweaty bodies once again slap together as they lock up in a tight hug.  They desperately grab each other by the waistbands and hair as their lithe bodies press together. Moans of pain and desperation sound almost like moans of pleasure as the stalemate drags on.  Little puddles and sprinklings of blood dot the ring all over and at this point it is really hard to tell which girl is in more trouble. 

THUD!!! Andrea gives Chrissy a knee to the crotch, as if just now remembering this is no longer an above the waistband fight.  Chrissy grunts and returns the favor.

THUD!!!

“Gurk!”  Andrea spits fresh blood as she grunts from the return blow.  It looks like the girls are going to drop to their knees at any second but suddenly they start to grapple again.   They stagger all over the ring, really yanking each other’s waistbands and hair as they do.  The excitement of the crowd begins to heat up again as the two young girls moan and groan in pain, fear and determination.  This is the best fight I have seen all day.  (So far.)  They stumble back and forth across the ring, and then Chrissy seems to be gaining the advantage as she succeeds in backing Andrea into a corner. 

CRACK!!! She gives her a nasty slap to the face.  Andrea collapses against the turnbuckles.  She is in trouble. 

CRACK!!! Chrissy slaps her again.

“FUCKING BITCH!”  She screams and swings her hand back, preparing for another blow.

THUD!!! But Andrea gives her a punch to the gut.  Chrissy winces and staggers back a step.  Andrea sees her chance and lunges forward.

THUD!!! A punch to Chrissy’s face drops her to the canvas!  Her back hits the ground and her arms and legs follow.   She’s out!  Andrea raises a bare foot and plunges it into the brunette’s crotch.  

THUD!!! 

“WHOULF!!!”  Chrissy is woken up from the nasty crotch blow.  She starts to curl up into a fetal position but Andrea reaches down and grabs her by the pony tail.

“GET UP AND FIGHT!”  Andrea screams as she hauls Chrissy to her feet by the ponytail.  The crotch of Chrissy’s panties are darkening with blood.  Andrea nailed her good with that shot.  This could be the end for Chrissy! 

“AIIIEEEEE!!!”  Andrea’s eyes widen as Chrissy suddenly grabs her crotch and squeezes.  She responds with a savage slap to Chrissy’s face.

CRACK!!!  Chrissy stumbles back from the blow  and a doubled over Andrea collapses back into the corner, covering her crotch.  Then she drops to her butt with a thud. 

“Ooohhhhhh….”  Andrea lets out a low moan.  Chrissy stands there, wavering on rubbery knees as she glares down at her enemy.  I suspect another long feud is starting this day, no matter who comes out the winner of this vicious cat-fight.

“Get up.”  Chrissy commands, waiting patiently where she is standing.  “Get up so I can finish you off!” 

“Unnghhh….Oh god…oh god oh god….”  Andrea murmurs and pitches over onto her hands and knees.  Chrissy takes a step towards the cornered red head but Andrea suddenly crawls away, scampering quickly down the side of the ring away from her attacker.  She makes it to the opposite corner before Chrissy catches her by the hair and starts to drag her to her feet.

CRACK!!!! With lightning speed Andrea suddenly throws an uppercut that connects perfectly with Chrissy’s chin, throwing her backward and up into the air.  The brunette drops heavily to the canvas, her body splayed out.  She is twitching.  Andrea immediately mounts her and cocks her fist.

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

With both fists the ginger haired fighter pulverizes Chrissy’s freckled face.  Blood splatters everywhere.  It is obvious the fight is over. 

“KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!”  The crowd chants sadistically, all former allegiances apparently forgotten now as everyone cheers on the young red head.  Andrea readjusts her mount, grabs Chrissy’s ponytail, and lifts her head up off the canvas, holding it up for another punch.

THUD!!!!  Another nasty face blow sends a tooth scuttling across the canvas.  Andrea cocks her fist again.

THUD!!!

“YOU GOT HER YOU GOT HER YOU GOT HER!!!”

“YEAH!!!”

“FUCK THAT BITCH UP!!!”

THUD!!!  THUD!!! THUD!!!

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

Andrea sits upright on her mount, her small perfect grapefruit sized breasts jutting out proudly, heaving up and down as she gasps for air, her nipples hard as diamonds from the thrill of battle.  She releases Chrissy’s ponytail, letting the knocked out girl’s head thud to the canvas.  She takes a couple more seconds to catch her breath and absorb what has happened, then finally she raises her arms in victory.

DING! DING! DING!

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER……ANDREA!!!!’

The crowd cheers loudly for the young fighter.  After a few more minutes, and with great difficulty, the 18 year old red head struggles to her feet and stands over her destroyed opponent for a few more minutes as the crowd chants her name.

“ANDREA! ANDREA! ANDREA! ANDREA!”

I enter the ring to help the victorious Andrea through the ropes and back to the Trophy Room, where I will reward her for her hard fought victory.  As I look back and see the mangled limp form of Chrissy being carted out of the ring by a couple of mat girls, I know I have not seen the last of this bitter rivalry.

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12-20-2473 Lauren vs. Rachel

Lauren vs. Rachel

(Catfight Cavern)

The stadium full of bloodthirsty female spectators horny to watch a juicy fight (and Victory Sex with yours truly) is getting anxious.  I am sitting in my “trophy sex room” where I can enjoy watching the fights and then have sex with each winner.   They pay me 500 credits per fight, but they are allowed to televise the sex for the crowd, which drives the all-female audience into a raging frenzy.  (I know it sounds like I’m pretty much a sex slave, but I assure you I’m not. The truth is I can leave Catfight Cavern any time I want to, and I never have to pleasure anyone I don’t find attractive. (Luckily for me most fighters are, since they have to be physically fit and they have access to extremely high technology plastic surgery.)  The spectators in the arena have paid from 50 to 300 credits each for a day’s pass, and it is almost time for the lights to come up for the first fight.  Suddenly the lights in the stadium go off.  The rowdy female throng lets up a wild cheer, anxious to see blood shed on the big blue mat.

“All RIGHT LADIES!  WELCOME TO CATFIGHT CAVERN !  WHERE EVERY NIGHT IS LADIES’ NIGHT!!!”

Finally a bright column of light shoots down from the ceiling, brightly illuminating a 20 foot square blue mat in the middle of the dome shaped structure. 

“For our first bout tonight we have a rookie making her debut! 

The crowd instantly erupts in boos and hisses.

“Entering the arena from tunnel 23: in the red panties:  RACHEL!!!”

More boos and hisses as a light over Rachel’s head switches on, revealing the newly arrived fighter standing in the doorway at the end of her entrance tunnel.  Like virtually all venues in the city, Catfight Cavern goes to great lengths to make sure fighters are kept physically separated from each other until it is time for them to fight.  Any fighter who has signed up for a fight is immediately isolated from all the other fighters, in a special locker room all for herself.

Rachel makes her way with smug confidence down the aisle toward the mat. 

“Rachel is 21 years old and this is her first professional fight!”

“BOOOOO!!!!”

“YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR ASS KICKED BITCH!”

Rachel pays little attention to the jeers from the crowd as she strolls down the aisle and arrives at her corner of the mat. She knows this is how they greet all rookies the first time they appear.  Soon she will dazzle them with her incredible fighting skills as she destroys whoever is about to come out to the mat.  She is certain she will soon be a crowd favorite.  She is going to be undefeated. 

“And now…entering the arena from Tunnel 8:  In the yellow panties…LAUREN!!!”

Lauren gets a huge cheer as she has already made a decent name for herself in the city.

Lauren gets to her corner and glares across the mat at her foe.  Rachel sneers back.  The brunette in the red panties doesn’t seem too impressed by what she sees. 

DING! DING! DING!

Without much hesitation the two young women approach each other and begin to circle, fists up.

“I hope you’re ready to get fucked up bitch!:  This town’s never seen anyone like me!”

CRACK!!!  Lauren throws a jab straight into Rachel’s face and the unsuspecting brunette staggers back a few steps with a grunt, blood already pouring out of her nose.  Quickly Lauren steps forward and knees her in the crotch, dropping her to her ass.  Lauren immediately grabs her by her wavy brown hair and starts dragging her to her feet.

“GET UP AND FIGHT BITCH!” 

“OOOOhhhhh…” Rachel moans, lurching forward and wrapping her arms around Lauren, trying to hold the raven haired fighter in close.  Lauren quickly hooks her fingers into the waistband of Rachel’s dark red panties with one hand and begins pumping her in the stomach with her right fist.

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

The stomach pummeling is relentless and finally Lauren lets go of her prey, letting Rachel drop to her hands and knees.   She is sobbing, tears streaming down her face.  Lauren slowly circles the downed woman, making one full pass before coming up behind her slightly plump ass, poised invitingly up in the air.

SPLAT!!!  She cunt punts her from behind.

“WHOULF!!!!”  Rachel squawks as she is pitched forward face first into the mat.  She quickly tries to scamper away but Lauren snatches her foot and drags her bac to the center of the mat, then pounces onto her back,  She grips her by her bushy brown hair, hauls her face up and then:

SPLAT!!! Slams her face viciously back down.  Rachel’s arms and legs twitch once and go limp.  She’s unconscious.  The crowd boos.  This hasn’t been much of a fight at all.

“KILL THAT WHORE!”  Someone screams.

Lauren stands up slowly over her prey, and once again begins circling her, glaring down at the worthless excuse for a fighter.  Even being on the same mat with this “jobber” is practically an insult.  Finally she goes to work,  She once again grabs the waistband of Rachel’s panties and pulls her ass up so it is again  sticking up in the air, and pushes her feet apart.  Rachel remains face down in a pool of blood, still out cold.  Lauren steps back, then runs forward, punting Rachel in the cunt as hard as she can.

“GLUK!!!”  Rachel makes an almost inhuman squelch of agony as she is woken by the devastating blow to her womanhood and literally flipped over so she lands hard on her back.  Her body lurches as she comes back to.  Lauren quickly walks round her again and stomps her in the gut.  Rachel curls up into a fetal position.  What a beating! 

THUD!!!  Another savage kick into the crotch.  Rachel frantically begins trying to squirm away from her attacker, weeping like a baby.

 “Oh God! I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE!!!!”  Rachel screams. 

“You know fights don’t end like that here right?”  Lauren hisses, and turns Rachel’s face so she can see her cocked fist.

“Oh my God Marge is that little bitch begging?”

“Nooooo…..” Rachel moans.  “Pleeeeease….”

CRACK!!!

Lauren practically buries her fist in Rachel’s face.  The beaten fighter’s arms and legs stiffen twice, then twitch a couple times, then go limp. 

“DAAAAAMN!!!”

DING! DING! DING!

“SHE’S FINISHED!”

Lauren lets Rachel’s mangled head drop to the mat and slowly stands up.  She walks to Rachel’s feet, reaches down, grabs one of her legs, and drags her a couple feet further into the middle of the mat, leaving a few streaks of blood on the mat behind the dragged body.  Rachel’s eyes are beaten closed, puffy and red,  her nose is twisted grotesquely to one side and blood is seeping out of it.  Her lips are parted wide, her mouth agape in complete lack of senses, a small trickle of blood streaming down and over the chin.  One look at her is enough to know that she is not getting up for a long time.

PLUD!!!

She drops the leg, leaving her widely spread eagled.  Lauren then lifts a foot and plants it squarely on Rachel’s crotch, pressing in the subtle mound of her vagina.  The unconscious girl’s legs twitch again then go limp.    Lauren raises her fists.

“WE HAVE A WINNER:  LAUREN!!!!”

“Oh my God what a beating!!!”

“I wonder if we’ll ever see that Rachel bitch again?  What a waste of space!”

Lauren walks over to meet me in the trophy room.  Her nipples feel like  diamonds against my chest as she mounts me, still wearing her panties,  she pulls the front of them down enough for my throbbing member to slip into her as she moans with delight.  . 

As she is moving her hips up and down rapidly on top of me, I can see Rachel, still in the position Lauren left her, being tended to by two nurses.  They are giving her some stitching, but that’s about all they’ll do.  Next (Just as Lauren howls with pleasure as we both cum at the same time.)  the two mat girls run out wearing their customary white panties and bras.  Each grab one of Rachel’s feet and drag her off the mat and into the dark edge of the fighting circle, hands dragging behind her until they disappear into the dark.  (She will be taken to the hospital.)

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VIVIENNE

Vivienne was born on 9-15-2455 in Suburbia, where she spent her girlhood.  She took regular high school classes but did occasionally get into a scrap after school and took part in a few slumber party fight tournaments.  Towards the end of her high school days she began to fight more often and occasionally snuck into one of the Outer City venues and fought illegally.  At age 18 she wins a fight at The Wall and took part in her first pro bout later that day.  Although she fights frequently, she rarely wins and has never been considered anything other than a low-level jobber. 

12-2-2474 Andrea vs. Grace

Andrea vs. Grace

(The Junior Fight Ring)

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  WELCOME TO THE JUNIOR FIGHT RING!!!”

The small sold out arena full of spectators gives a cheer.  As usual, everyone is very anxious to see some girl on girl violence.

“FOR OUR FIRST MATCH OF THE DAY…A ONE ON ONE FIGHT TO THE FINISH!!!”

“YEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!”

“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE YELLOW PANTIES…..ANDREA!!!”

This time the young red head gets a small cheer as she strolls down the aisle.  Although she still has a losing record, she did put on a hell of a battle when she defeated Helena in a panties only fight at Catfight Cavern about a week ago. She shows no emotion as she walks towards the ring until she sees me sitting in my ring side seat, at which point she runs over and hops into my lap, straddling me and kissing me to the delight of the fight fans.

When she has dismounted me and climbed into the ring, her introduction is continued.

“ANDREA IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 1 WIN, 2 LOSSES AND 0 KILLS!” 

There are still a lot of boos and hisses mixed in with a few cheers.  Andrea has apparently already begun to build a small fan base.

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING…”

A beam of light flashes down the aisle as the door from the waiting area is opened and a female figure stands there silhouetted in the light.  Everyone turns their heads and strains to see who Andrea’s opponent will be.

“…IN THE LIGHT YELLOW AND GREEN TERRICLOTH PANTIES…..GRACE!!!”

By the this time the young curly haired brawler is halfway down the aisle and the crowd has burst into cheers for her.  Now it seems all bets are off.  Andrea is most likely not considered much of a match for Grace, who is much deadlier than she looks.  She stops to give me a lap dance, much to the irritation of Andrea, who scowls at her from her corner in the ring.  Finally she climbs off me and into the ring.  Giving Andrea a sneer as she waits in her corner.

“GRACE IS 19 YEARS OLD!   HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 36 WINS, 20 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!!!”

Lots of cheering and at least a dozen or so women begin to chant Grace’s name. 

“GRACE! GRACE! GRACE! GRACE! GRACE!”  She also has a cheering section in the stands.  It seems there are women rooting for both of these two young fighters,  A couple more minutes are allowed to pass to build the tension in the ring, and then…

DING! DING! DING!

Cautiously the two young women step out of their corners and approach the center of the squared circle.  They raise their fists and begin to circle.  Slowly.  Slowly they revolve around each other with their fists up and their gazes locked intently on each other.  They make a full rotation.  Then another.  Then another.  The crowd grow restless.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

They seem hesitant to begin.  Andrea makes a slight move forward then back.  Grace does the same and they circle again.  Then, suddenly, at the same time, they both take a step forward.

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

The crowd goes wild as the two teenage women begin to savagely pummel each other in the center of the ring.  They go at it hot and heavy for a full minute, each one bloodying the other’s face.  Then they lock up in a standing hug and stagger around the ring, moaning in pain.  Blood splatters the canvas at their feet.  They end up in the corner of the ring closest to where I am sitting.  Grace seems to be in control of the fight;  She grabs Andrea’s bright red hair, and spins her around, slamming her face into the top turnbuckle.

THUD!!! 

She pulls Andrea back for another blow, but the red head manages to give her a sharp elbow in the ribs and Grace loses her grip and stumbles back, wincing in pain.  Andrea steps away and moves quickly over to another corner.  She turns and raises her fists.  Grace raises hers.  They charge.

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

Another flurry of punches begins  This one starts furiously but then slows down to an occasional gut or face blow.  Both girls are already weakening.  It’s only a couple minutes into the fight.  They separate and slowly circle, fists up. 

THAP!!! Andrea catches Grace square in the face with a jab.  Fresh blood sprinkles the air and Grace is thrown backward.  She shakes her head, raises her fists again, and then suddenly drops to her butt with a heavy thud.  Andrea sees her opportunity and moves in.  She grabs Grace’s curly hair and grips it tightly, holding her face tilted up as she cocks her fist.

THUD!!! More blood splatter and Grace’s body jerks from the impact.  She is in trouble. 

THUD!!! 

THUD!!!!

THUD!!!

Andrea seems to be enjoying herself as she administers a savage punishment to her curly haired adversary and suddenly it seems that more of the women in the stands are cheering for her than Grace. 

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” 

Andrea takes a moment to enjoy the chants that are now in her favor, which is a mistake.  Grace suddenly reaches up and snatches Andrea’s crotch, sinking her claws in deep.

“AAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!”  Andrea shrieks in pain and surprise.  She immediately releases her grip on Grace’s curly hair and makes a grabs her attacker’s hand, trying to pry it away from her womanhood.  Grace starts to stand up, then finishes with a nasty crotch rake that sends Andrea spilling to the canvas, wailing in agony. 

“FUCKING BITCH!!!!  I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”  Grace shrieks through bloodied lips and teeth.  Andrea crumples into a ball and lets out a continuous moan of pain, covering her ravaged womanhood with both hands.  Grace steps forward and grabs a a handful of Andrea’s long red hair.

“GET UP SO I CAN FINISH YOU!!!!”  Grace commands as she slowly pulls Andrea up to her feet by the hair. 

PLUD!!! Andrea nails her in the crotch with a perfect uppercut as she is being drug up.  NOBODY sees it coming and the crowd falls silent as Grace drops to her knees, wincing in pain from the unexpected blow.  Andrea hops to her feet, takes a step back, and…

CRACK!!! She kicks the kneeling Grace directly in the chin.  Blood sprays the air as her head is whipped back from the force of the blow.  For  a split second the curly haired fighter is completely airborne, then she hits the canvas hard, shoulders first, then back, then arms and legs.  She lays there, spread eagled, her body occasionally giving a reflexive twitch.  She is out cold.   Andrea stands there gulping for air, then suddenly she drops to her butt.

THUD!!!

“ANDREA! ANDREA! ANDREA! ANDREA!”  A large group of women are chanting the red head’s name now, but she seems out of it. 

“OOohhhhh…” Andrea winces as she takes  moment to massage her own injured womanhood, then she looks up at her downed opponent.  Grace does not currently appear to be a threat.  Andrea slowly gets to her feet and stagger over to the side of the ring, supporting herself by clinging to the ropes.  She looks to be in bad shape herself but Grace is out cold, not even twitching anymore.  Andrea collapses against the ropes, breathing heavily as she tries desperately to regain her composure.  Words of encouragement are being shouted from the spectators now.

“YOU GOT HER!  YOU GOT HER!”

“FINISH THAT BITCH ANDREA!!!”

“FUCK HER UP!!!” 

Finally Andrea’s shakes her head, ridding herself of the last cobwebs of confusion.  She adjusts the waistband of her yellow cotton panties, then starts to walk towards her knocked out foe.  She stands over her hips, takes in the crowd then crotch drops onto her belly. Grace’s body jerks once from the impact then splays out limply again.  Andrea punches her in the face.

THUD!!!  Grace jerks and goes limp, fresh blood splatters the canvas.  Andrea starts to stand up, hauling Grace up with her by the curly hair on her head.  She is totally dead weight.  Andrea gives her a couple light face slaps, trying to revive her.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Grace is completely unresponsive.  Andrea hooks her fingers into the waistband of the girls fuzzy yellow panties with one hand and her hair with the other.  She walks the limp body over to the corner of the ring in front of me, then right before she gets there, heaves her into the corner, face first.

PLUD!!!!  Grace connects face first with the turnbuckle and her body collapses against the ropes before crumpling to the canvas.  She has no fight left in her.  Andrea gives her a quick cunt punt that makes her body jerk once more.  Then she reaches down for a handful of curly hair and again pulls the unconscious fighter up to her feet.  She gets behind her and puts her in a headlock.

“Come on,"  Andrea begs  quietly.  “Wake up.  I want to fight!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!  A couple more face slaps and Grace finally responds, spitting out a fresh mist of blood as she agonizingly begins to come to.

“Uunnngh?” She gurgles, and then Andre swiftly clamps her into a sleeper.

“Gak! Gak! Grmph….”  Grace’s body jerks slightly and se spits out a couple fresh sprays of bloody mucus as she weakly puts up a struggle.  The fight, however, is over.  After a couple minutes her arms drop lifelessly to her sides.  Andrea gives her a couple more quick squeezes, then releases. 

PLUD!!! Grace hits the canvas, face down and ass up in the air.  The fight is over.

DING! DING! DING!

“WE HAVE A WINNER!!! WITH HER SECOND PROFESSIONAL VICTORY……ANDREA!!!”

The crowd cheers wildly for the young red head brawler who stands victoriously over her vanquished opponent.  I climb into the ring and go to her.  

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11-26-2474 Andrea vs. Helena

Andrea vs. Helena

(Catfight Cavern)

I arrive at the venue and go to my private mat side seat.  It’s been ten days since Helena sent Andrea off to the hospital at the Junior Fight Ring, but since then Helena has been on the receiving end of two humiliating losses, one at The Fight Pit and one in her own bedroom at the hands of Harmony.   Andrea, on the other hand, has been resting and working out for the past ten days, focused entirely on getting revenge on the brunette brawler.  It isn’t long before the loudspeaker crackles into life.

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL….WELCOME TO CATFIGHT CAVERN!!!”

Thunderous applause and cheers go up from the packed stands full of spectators.

“FOR OUR FIRST FIGHT…A GRUDGE REMATCH!!!”

More cheers.  Grudge fights are always good.

“NOW APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE YELLOW PANTIES…ANDREA!!!”

The 18 year old red headed fighter looks a little nervous as she walks slowly down the aisle to mostly boos and hisses.  So far she is 0 and 2 here in the Inner City, though I did witness her destroy the blonde Mallory at the Bloody Mattress in the Outer City shortly after her arrival, and of course she did win her fight at The Wall, thus earning her Pro Fighter’s Card.  She has yet to make an impression on the fight fans however.  When she sees me sitting at mat side, she runs over and hops into my lap.

“I’m going to fuck that bitch up BAD today baby!”  She coos into my ear as our crotches grind together.  We make out for a few quick seconds then she hoops off of me and runs up onto the mat.  Some of her nervousness seems to have dissipated and she makes slight adjustments to the elastic leg bands of her panties as her announcement is finished.

“ANDREA IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 0 WINS…2 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!!!”

“BOOOOO!!!!”

“HSSSSSSSSS!!!!!”

“LOSER!!!” 

Andrea finishes perfecting her panties and hos up and down on the balls of her feet, anxious to begin scrapping. 

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE MAT FRO THE EAST ENTRANCE…IN THE BLUE PANTIES AND WRESTLING BOOTS…..HELENA!!!”

The brunette brawler exudes confidence as she strides slowly down the aisle to the cheers of the spectators.

“YEAH!!!”

“FUCKING END THIS BITCH HELENA!!!”

“WOOOOOO!!!!”

Helena walks slowly over to me and casts a snide look at Andrea before she mounts my lap. Her crotch barely brushes against me before she dismounts, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

“Keep it hard for me baby.  I’m going to end this bitch FAST.”   She gives me a wink a she steps up onto the mat and begins to glare at her adversary at the opposite corner.

“HELENA IS 19 YEARS OLD!!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 43 WINS…14 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!!!”

More enthusiastic cheers and applause from the fans as Helena’s introduction is concluded. 

“DIDN’T YOU LEARN YOUR LESSON LAST TIME YOU LITTLE SLUT?”  Helena shouts at Andrea.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER?”  Andrea responds  “TOO CHICKEN TO FIGHT BAREFOOT LIKE A REAL WOMAN?” 

Helena laughs and slips off one boot, then the other, tossing them carelessly out into the darkness surrounding the top lit fighting area. 

“I don’t need boots to stomp you out!  You’re PATHETIC!!!”  Helena screams.  Actually, although she did win their last fight, it was by no means an easy bout.  Andrea has made an excellent tactical decision by goading her enemy into slipping off her wrestling boots, which Helena is particularly skilled at using as weapons.

DING! DING! DING!

Slowly the two teenage girls walk towards the center of the mat.  They stop when they get a couple feet away from each other and stand there glaring.  They exchange no more words.  The crowd begins to chant. 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

And suddenly they explode into flying fists.

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

The crowd goes wild as the two young enemies pound each other furiously.  Immediately there is blood splattering the mat.   These two women REALLY want to hurt each other badly.

CRACK!!! Andrea is the first to be sent stumbling backward with a NASTY face slap that seems to nearly take her head off.  Helene quickly follows the attack up, stepping up and grabbing Andrea by the hair with her left hand, she swiftly punches her in the face.

THUD!!!

“UNGH!!!” Andrea lets out a grunt of pain and spits out a fresh spray of blood.  She throws a jab, connecting with Helena’s face.

THUD!!!

“UNGH!!!”  Helena loses her grip on Andrea’s red hair and staggers briefly.  Both girls look exhausted and ready to drop only seconds into the fight.  They raise their fists and start to circle, slowly.  They make a couple slow rotations, then move in again.

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

THAP!!!!  Their bodies slap together as they simultaneously move in for a bear hug.  

“OOOOOohhhhhhh….” Helena moans loudly.

“OOOOohhhh….oh god oh god oh god…” Andrea moans.  The interlocked female fighters stumble around the mat, bellies and breasts smashed together. Occasionally one of them lifts a leg to try to drive the other down into the mat, but the fight seems to be a stalemate for the moment.

“Oooohhh….”  The moaning and groaning continues from the fighters and they suddenly drop their hands down from each other’s waists and hook their fingers into the waistbands of each other’s panties. 

“Ungh….you little whore….”  Helena gasps.

“I’m gonna…..(gasp)…fuck you up….(gasp)….” Andrea responds.

THUD!!! Helena suddenly lifts a knee up into Andrea’s crotch and the red head drops to her knees.  Helena grabs her hair and holds her head still while she winds up a punch.

THUD!!! But she takes a jab to the gut and now she drops to her knees.  They quickly wrap their arms around each other again.  Both girls moan and sob softly as they struggle on their knees, each one trying desperately to drive the other one backward into the mat.  The crowd begins to chant once again.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

“GLURP!!!”  Helena suddenly makes a swift move and she has her fingers clenched tightly around Andrea’s throat, strangling her with all her might.  Andrea flops backward and quickly wraps her legs around the midsection of her attacker. 

“DIE BITCH DIE!!!”  Helena howls as Andrea's face turns bright crimson.  This could be the end of the fight.  I worry a little bit for the ginger haired fighter because, though kills are technically illegal at Catfight Cavern, it will not be physically prevented from happening.  (And it has before) Helena looks vicious as she readjusts her mount so she is straddling Andrea at the belly.

“GAK! GAK! GAK!”  Andrea spits out a couple fresh mists of blood and then suddenly goes limp.  She is out cold!  Helena sits on her belly, panting from exhaustion for a few minutes.  She gasps for air as she looks around, taking in the adulation from the unseen spectators.

“FINISH HER HELENA!!!!”

“KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!” 

Helena takes a couple more deep breaths and then slowly stands over her unresponsive opponent.  She takes a minute to carefully adjust the waistband of her cotton panties, then reaches down for a handful of red hair.

“Get up.”  She says, still panting heavily as she drags Andrea’s limp form up by the hair.

CRACK!!! She slaps her in the face.

“I SAID GET UP!”  She shouts.  This is going much the same way as their first encounter.  Andrea is starting to look like not much of a Green Tower girl after all.  Helena reaches down with her left hand and hooks into Andrea’s yellow panties to get more leverage and pulls her the rest of the way up.

CRACK!!! She slaps her again.

THAP!!! Suddenly out of nowhere Andrea blasts Helena in the face with a powerful jab.  Helena flops to her back and Andrea immediately drops to her butt with a loud grunt. 

“Ungh….”  Andrea mumbles and shakes her head.  She seems to have momentarily forgotten where she is.  Helena rolls over onto her belly and starts to squirm away.  Andrea sees her and crawls after her. 

“Where….(gasp)…do you think….(gasp)…you’re…(gasp)…going…”  she says just as she reaches the brunette and begins to mount her back. 

“Let’s FIGHT!”  She grabs Helena’s brunette hair, hauls her head back, then slams it brutally down into the mat, face first.

PLAP!!!  Helena’s legs stiffen and go limp.  Now she is out cold.   Andrea sits there straddling Helena’s butt for a few seconds.  The crowd is suddenly cheering for her.  She catches her breath and then pulls Helena’s face off the mat by the hair, leaving a puddle of blood there.  She reaches over and gives her a slap to the face.

CRACK!!!

Immediately Helena’s legs jerk and then start to writhe about. 

“OOohhhhhhhh?”  Helena moans inquisitively.

CRACK!!! Andrea slaps her again, then stands up. 

“Get up.”  She commands quietly.  I wanna fight.”    Helena squirms a little forward on her belly then Andrea grabs her foot and turns her over.

“UNGH!”  Helena grunts as she is suddenly slipped over onto her back.

THUD!!! Andrea stomps down towards Helena’s crotch but the experienced fighter manages to roll over just in time and Andrea almost falls forward as she misses the crotch stomp.  Helena frantically crawls a few feet away and then gets to her feet and spins around just in time for Andrea to tackle her back down to the mat.

THUD!!! The crowd is riled back up into a frenzy as the two girls roll around the mat.   First Andrea is on top.  Then Helena.  Then Andrea.  Then Helena.   Their grunts and moans fill the air as they fight desperately.  Blood is left all over the mat from their many wounds as they claw, punch and yank each other’s hair.  They wrestle each other all over the mat for a full 5 minutes and then…

“AAAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!!”  Helena suddenly lets out a blood curdling shriek as Andrea sneaks her hand down into her panties and de-pubes her.  Then the brunette fighter vomits from the pain and terror. 

“YEAH!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT WHORE!!!”  Andrea scrams at her hated enemy.   Helena cries openly as she squirms away from her tormentor.  Her eyes are wide with terror.  Andrea crawls after her, grabs her foot, and turns her over onto her back again.

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”  The red head howls as she mounts Helena right at the neck.  She cocks her fist.

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

The crowd goes wild as Andrea savagely punches Helena in the face over and over again.  Blood splatters the mat in all directions.   Andrea seems delighted and has lost all signs of fear or exhaustion as she brutally works over the brunette.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Helena pisses herself right before her whole body gives one last convulsive jerk and goes limp.  The fight is over.   Andrea jumps up to her feet and raises her arms high in the air. 

DING! DING! DING!

“I WON! I WON! I WON!”  She shouts out happily over the din of cheers and applause in the sold out venue. 

  

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH A KNOCK OUT AND A HUMILIATION….ANDREA!!!!”

The victorious red haired fighter doesn’t wait for me to step onto the mat but runs over to me, straddling my lap and kissing me as the charged up spectators continue to cheer wildly.  Andrea has finally made an impression.  I get up and scoop her into my arms, carrying her over the mat and back towards the Trophy Room, where she will receive the reward she has earned.  Helena is already being carted off by the mat girls.  I feel quite certain this is not the last time these two will meet up.  

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