I take my seat for the final fight of the day at Catfight
Cavern. I have declared I will go home with
the winner of this bout which has, as usual, increased the excitement level inside
the packed venue. Nobody expects it to
be much of a contest. The rarely
defeated Ewyn is taking on the young Gloria, whose record is spotty at
best. In fact she is highly suspected of
using illegal tactics such as stims or crotch stingers though this is difficult
to get away with at Catfight Cavern.
Both fighters are already on the mat and staring across the diagonal
expanse of the large blue fighting surface.
DING!
DING! DING!
Without hesitation Ewyn and Gloria march straight towards
the center of the mat.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A quick exchange of punches and Gloria drops to her butt. Ewyn swiftly kicks her in the crotch.
PLUD!!!
“WHOULF!” Gloria
grimaces in anguish and starts trying to scoot backwards away from her attacker
but Ewyn grabs her by one pig tail and pulls her up partway off the mat,
cocking her right fist and brandishing it in front of her widening eyes.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!.........(thud)
Gloria is laid down on her back. She is out cold. Her body occasionally gives a reflexive jerk
as Ewyn calmly and slowly walks a full circle around her. Then she stands in front of her widespread
legs and lifts her foot up high.
SPLUD!!!
Gloria’s body jerks violently with the impact to her crotch
and then she goes limp again, her body occasionally spasming. Blood is still flowing freely from Gloria’s mouth
and nose. Ewyn steps over her and carefully places one foot on either side of
the twitching brunette’s pelvis. She
takes a second to adjust the waistband of her cream colored cotton panties,
then she violently crotch drops down onto Gloria’s belly. Again the young brunette’s body gives one jerk
and falls mostly limp. Ewyn slaps her in
the face.
CRACK!
A twitch. Gloria remains
unconscious. Ewyn pulls her head up
closer by one pig tail, and begins rapidly and lightly slapping her in the
face.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Unnnnggghghhhh???”
Gloria spits out a fresh mist of blood as she comes to and her legs
writhe as she grasps the situation she’s in.
THAP! Ewyn gives her
a jab to the face Just hard enough to
inflict pain but not render unconsciousness.
She’s toying with her prey now.
“UNGH!! Oh god oh god oh god….”
THAP!!!
Ewyn moves each of her knees up a couple inches, giving
herself a slightly different angle down into her victim’s face. She cocks her fist again.
THAP!!!!
“GLURP!!!” Gloria
spits up another glob of blood and twitches.
She is in serious trouble. Ewyn
waits a second, pulls her fist back,
seems to reconsider…waits….waits…
THAP!!!
A fresh explosion of crimson bursts across the mat and
Gloria’s legs jerk again. Ewyn lets go
of Gloria’s pigtail and allows her head to flop heavily to the mat. The
mangled brunette is letting out a pathetic whining gurgle as she lays there
twitching under her vicious opponent’s crotch.
Ewyn arches her back, her hardened nipples jutting out as she regards
the cheering fans around the venue.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” Ewyn
suddenly lets out a surprised scream of pain.
She had not noticed Gloria suddenly reach up and grab her arm, sinking
her fingernails in deep.
“I’LL…KILL….YOU….”
Gloria manages to spit out through bloodied lips.
THAP!!! Ewyn punches
her in the face so hard her head is slammed down into the mat instantly with a
loud thud. Her arms and legs all simultaneously
stiffen and flop to the mat. She’s out cold again. Ewyn swiftly stands up and raises a foot
directly over Gloria’s completely exposed crotch, arcing her heel inwards a bit
to maximize damage.
THUD!!!
Gloria jerks, spitting out a fresh plume of blood, then
flops limp.
THUD!!!
THUD!!!
THUD!!!
The crowd goes wild as the savage crotch stomping is
administered. Each time Gloria’s body
jerks and flops limply back down. This “fight”
is OVER.
THUD!!!
THUD!!!
THUD!!!
Ewyn raises her foot yet again, but…
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
The warning bell seems somehow louder…more urgent…than usual. Gloria is in serious need of medical
attention. The victorious Ewyn stands
over her victim, gasping to catch her breath.
Finally she places a foot on Gloria’s crotch, getting one last twitch
out of the completely devastated 20 year old fighter. She doesn’t even bother to raise her fists.
DING!
DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER….EWYN!!!”
“EWYN! EWYN! EWYN! EWYN!”
The short haired veteran brawler spits on her defeated
opponent then turns and walks off the mat, coming over to me as I get out of my
chair. She presses her body against me
as we kiss to celebrate her easy victory.
Then she takes my hand and leads me down the aisle towards the
exit. I have no doubt she is hoping for
a bedroom challenger, as Gloria wasn’t much of a match for her, and Ewyn
THRIVES on a good fight.
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