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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