Wednesday, January 8, 2020

10-1-2474 Liz vs. Vicky

Liz vs. Vicky
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE NEXT FIGHT!”

I’m sitting mat side in my usual chair at Catfight Cavern, sipping on a gin n’ tonic.  The mat girls have just finished cleaning the blood off the mat from the last bout.

“APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE YELLOW PANTIES WITH STRIPED TIGHTS AND SNEAKERS….LIZ!!!”

Liz strolls down the aisle to cheers from the crowd.  She doesn’t look at all tired in spite of the fact that she just won two fist fights in a row at The Bout Barn.  I felt like it was inadvisable for her to seek another fight immediately after, but she insisted she was still horny for a brawl so we headed to Catfight Cavern to sign up for a fight.  She steps up onto the big blue fighting at and takes her place in her corner.

“LIZ IS 22 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 115 WINS…39 LOSSES…AND 7 KILLS!!!”

The announcer waits for a couple minutes to let the noise die down a little bit.

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE  GREEN PANTIES AND COMBAT BOOTS…VICKY!!!”

Vicky gets a mixed response from the crowd as she strolls confidently down the aisle towards the mat.  She wins a lot of fights but she is somewhat criticized for her use of knee and elbow pads. At 31 years old she is one of the oldest fighters in the city, however and does have a large following.

“VICKY IS 31 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 278 WINS…89 LOSSES…AND 18 KILLS!!!”

Vicky stops to kiss me before stepping up onto the mat she walks slowly past her opponent, sneering at her and it looks for a second like they are going to attack each other before the bell, but she wisely walks to her corner and takes her place there.

Minutes pass.

DING! DING! DING!

Quickly the two fighters march towards each other, raising their fists right before they meet.  A furious fist fight ensues.

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

“UNGH!!!”  Liz is the first to cry out and she staggers backward from a right hook that smashes her nose flat against the side of her face.  As she stumbles back, she moves to cover her spouting nose. Vicky steps forward and cunt punts her.

PLUD!!!!

Liz drops to her knees.  Vicky moves in on her but Liz lunges forward and wraps her arms around Vicky at the waist.  The momentum carries them both down to the mat with Liz on top.  She scampers across Vicky’s body, trying to get a decent straddle mount, but Vicky rolls backward and extends her legs, pitching Liz head over heels into the air to drop heavily to the mat on her back.

THUD!!!

Liz rolls over quickly onto her hands and knees and Vicky is already doing the same.  They begin to slowly circle each other on their hands and knees like jungle cats.  The crowd chants.

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

After several slow rotations they rear up on their hind quarters and suddenly lunge together.

“UNGH!!!!”  They both let out a loud grunt as their sweaty bodies slap together and they begin to grapple for control.  For several minutes they struggle on their knees, bodies sliding and writhing together as they groan and moan loudly.

“AAAIIIEEE!!!”  Vicky shrieks in surprise and pain as Liz suddenly grabs her long hair and yanks her down to the mat.


THUD!!!  Liz quickly jabs her in the crotch and Vicky winces in pain and tries to back up, but Liz scrambles quickly after her, pouncing on her and flattening her to the mat.

THUD!!!  Now they two women begin to roll across the mat, all the way from one side to the other.  Liz seems to be in control of the bout.  Right at the edge of the mat she gets on top and manages to straddle Vicky across the belly.  She cocks a fist back.

THUD!!! But Vicky hooks her fingers into the front of Liz’s mustard yellow panties and pulls her into a face punch that sends her toppling backward onto her back.

THUD!!!!  Right when Liz hits the mat Vicky sinks the heel of her boot deep into her exposed vagina.

“AAAIIIIEEEEE!”  Liz is hurt bad.  She scoot backward quickly, massaging her wounded crotch.  Vicky quickly rises to her hands and knees and scrambles after her.  She manages to grab one off Liz’s feet and yanks her back, extending one foot to again give her a thump to the vaginal mound.

“OOOOhhhhhh….”  Liz croaks in anguish and curls up into a fetal position.  Vicky stands up slowly and circles her to the delight of the bloodthirsty spectators. She makes one full rotation around her moaning opponent then reaches down and grabs her pony tail, pulling her up slowly to her feet.

“GULK!!!”  Liz spit out a spray of blood as Vicky spins her around and clamps her in a sleeper hold.  Vicky tightens her grip and Liz’s arms flail about wildly for a few seconds before suddenly dropping to her sides limply.  She is out. Vicky lets her drop.

PLUD!!! Liz hits the mat face first, her butt still up in the air.  Her body twitches a couple times before going still.  Vicky stands over her then suddenly knee drops into the back of her head.

PLUD!!!  Liz’s round butt twerks slightly with the impact.  Vicky stands up over her victim again circles her, then gives her a doggy style cunt punt that lifts her ass up in the air for a second.

“GLURK!!!”  A fresh sprinkle of blood powders the mat in front of Liz’s mouth but she is otherwise unresponsive.  Vicky circles her again, stops at her head, raises a foot.


THUD!!! And slams it down into the back of Liz’s head.  Her body jerks and goes limp again.

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

The warning bell is finally sounded.  Vicky strikes a quick victory pose with her foot resting firmly on the back of Liz’s head.

DING! DING! DING!

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER….VICKY!!!!”



As the crowd chants her name, the victorious woman strolls casually to the edge of the mat and waits for me to come up and kiss her.  We are off to the Trophy Room to celebrate her victory while Liz is carted off to the emergency room.



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