It’s been a long day full of savage female vs. female
fights. After spending a few hours at Catfight Cavern, where all the bouts have been so violent that even the winners have not
been left in any shape to go home with, I decide to catch a final match at the
substantially less violent Junior Fight
Ring with the intention of going home with whoever wins the last match of the
night. It’s getting pretty late and
activity in the city is winding down so when I arrive the stands are only about
half full, but as usual whatever venue I go to attracts an entourage, and by the
time the introductions are about to be made for the final fight of the day the small
arena is packed full of bloodthirsty women.
I am sitting in my comfortable ring side seat with a drink in hand, enjoying
my buzz and patiently waiting for the final two fighters to be introduced.
The crowd roars it’s approval.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE YELLOW PANTIES….ANDREA!”
The long haired red head gets a pretty good welcome as she
strolls down the aisle. She’s incredibly
sexy and a pretty good fighter to boot.
She sees me sitting in my rings side seat and runs over to greet me by
straddling my lap and making out with me to the delight of the fans.
After a few minutes she dismounts me and climbs into the
ring, at which point the announcer continues her introduction.
“ANDREA IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 18 WINS…8 LOSSES…AND 1 KILL!”
Andrea stands there waving out at the crowd.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING…HER OPPONENT…IN THE SLATE GRAY
PANTIES WITH NAVY BLUE PIN STRIPES……RANDI!”
As soon as the curly haired blonde appears in the aisle she
is greeted with a wave of boos and hisses.
She has NOT made an impression on the spectators of Green Tower City by
any stretch of the imagination. She
snarls and shouts insults at the spectators as she strolls down the aisle. Andrea glares down at her with a smirk on her
face. I stand up to greet her and she presses
her body against me, giving Andrea an icy look as she rubs her crotch and breasts
against me before kissing me passionately.
She might not be much of a fighter but she is an EXCELLENT kisser.
“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP BITCH!” Andrea shouts from her corner.
“OH WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT!”
Randi shouts back with defiance. My
member is threatening to explode out of my pants. Whichever one of these girls steps out of the
ring victorious, I’ll be the real winner.
Randi climbs into the ring and the two fighters look ready to pounce on
each other already but they remain in their corners as City Protocol
dictates.
“RANDI IS 24 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 0 WINS…1 LOSS AND 0 KILLS!”
Some snickering is clearly audible over the boos and hisses. Randi seems not at all bothered by it and
keeps her attention on her opponent. Not
only has she lost her only fight (which isn’t really that big of a deal since
lots of girls lose their first professional fights and then move on to have
decent careers) Randi is also scorned because she is known to have purchased
her pro fighter’s license.
DING!
DING! DING!
The two girls step out of their corners, raise their fists
and begin to circle each other. They make one full rotation and then Andrea springs
forward.
THAP!!! A face jab sprays blood into the air and Randi
staggers back. The crowd responds with a
surge of excitement. Andrea steps in and
gives her a poke in the belly.
THUD!!
“UNGH!” Randi grunts and
starts to stumble backward, doubling over.
Andrea steps in and gives her a savage face slap.
CRACK!!!
‘COME ON! FIGHT!” Andrea commands, shaking her fists
threateningly. Randi stumbles towards
the ropes. It looks like she is going to
collapse but she makes it to the ropes and grabs on, holding herself up and
catching her breath. Andrea just waits
patiently for her. Clearly she is hoping
to get some kind of fight out of this jobber. Randi clings to the top rope and starts to walk
away. Andrea goes after her and snatches
her curly blonde hair.
“UH UH BITCH!
This is a FIGHT!”
“OOOohhhhhh” The blonde
moans in fear and pain as she is pulled back by the hair. Andrea runs her into the corner and slams her
face into the turnbuckle.
THUD!!!
Blood sprays the silver padded turnbuckle and Randi
collapses splaying out on her back across the canvas. Andrea quickly stomps her in the crotch.
THUD!!!
“OOOhhhh!” More blood
sprays from Randi’s mouth. She tries to
squirm backwards away from the red head, who is slowly following, poised
menacingly to pounce.
“I give I give I give I give!” Randi is sobbing as she pleads. She pisses herself to the delight of the
fans. Then Andrea attacks, dropping down
into a crotch straddle with her fist already poised.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splatters everywhere and Randi’s legs jerk and quiver
as Andrea pulverizes her face with her right fist. The crowd goes wild.
“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”
Andrea grabs Randi’s curly blonde hair with her left hand
and hauls her head up off the canvas, holding her face up for another blow.
THUD!
Randi’s legs give a violent jerk and flop to the
canvas. Andrea cocks her fist again.
THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
A pause for some breath…then
THUD!
THUD!
Randi’s legs are now only slightly twitching in response to
the blows. Clearly she is out cold. Andrea punches her again.
THUD!
And again.
THUD!
Three quick jabs.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
And she winds her fist back for another DEVASTATING blow.
THUD!!!
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
With the frantic chimes of the warning bell Andrea lets her
victim’s head drop heavily to the canvas and remains in her straddle-mount position
for a few moments to catch her breath, then she finally stands up over her defeated
opponent. The ginger haired fighter doesn’t
have a mark on her and has barely broken a sweat during this “fight.”
DING!
DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER….ANDREA!”
The crowd cheers wildly as I climb into the ring to reward
the victor with a kiss.
“That bitch was pathetic.
I want to FIGHT!” Andrea says and
I know she will be looking for a bedroom challenger tonight.
I can’t wait to see who it will be.
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