After breakfast, I head over to The Junior Fight Ring, where
the opening scheduled match up should be an interesting battle between two of
the weakest jobbers currently in the city, Rachel and Randi. Rachel has been in
the city almost as long as I have and has one of the lowest win to loss records
on record, whereas Randi has only been here a few months and hasn’t won a fight
yet! This should be an interesting
fight. I always love to see two jobbers
go at it. You never know who will win
these match ups. I finish up my meal and Doctor Green and I head out the door
and make our way over to The Junior Fight Ring.
We arrive a little early but management here is ALWAYS pleased to see us
and they open up the doors and let me come sit down in my usual ring side seat.
Word soon gets out that I am in
attendance and the venue quickly fills up all around me.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL! WELCOME TO THE JUNIOR FIGHT RING!”
Wild cheers and applause boom out from the all female
spectators surrounding me. I take a sip
of my cocktail.
“FOR OUR FIRST MATCH UP….A JOBBER FIGHT!”
Many explosive cheers ring out. Jobber fights are always a favorite. Of course, so are one sided fights, long epic
battles, pretty much any kind of fight is happily regarded here in Green Tower
City.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE RED PANTIES AND MATCHING
WRESTLING BOOTS….RACHEL!”
Boos hisses and laughter greet the curly haired brunette
girl as she walks down the aisle towards the ring. She shouts insults back at many of the
spectators as she walks, and almost dives into the crowd after a particularly
nasty heckler, but she knows that will not work out in her favor and she
continues to make her way to the ring.
She sees me sitting in my ring side seat and seems to forget all about
the cat calling spectators and rushes over to straddle my lap for a pre-fight make
out session.
“MMmmmmm” she moans
with pleasure as she dismounts me.
“I’m glad you’re here to see me win another fight baby!” She says as she walks towards the ring. Considering she almost never wins a fight it
seems like an odd thing to say. She
climbs through the ropes and goes to her corner.
“RACHEL IS 23 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 19 WINS….52 LOSSES AND 0 KILLS!”
“BOOOO!!!!!”
“YOU SUCK BITCH!!”
“GO BACK TO THE SUBURBS LOSER!”
Rachel simply stretches against the turnbuckles in her
corner of the ring.
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LIGHT BLUE PIN STRIPED
PANTIES…RANDI!!!”
A small murmur goes up from the crowd as the blonde curly
haired jobber runs down the aisle. If
any fighter other than maybe Jeannie or Melinda was more pathetic than Rachel, this is it.
Randi also spots me sitting in my ring side chair and runs over,
excitedly climbing into my lap for a lap dance and make out session. Rachel sneers at us from inside the ring.
A few minutes pass and Randi finally dismounts me and slowly
climbs into the ring, keeping a cautious eye on Rachel, who seems ready to
pounce on her immediately. Randi goes
to her corner.
“RANDI IS 25 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 0 WINS, 15 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!!!”
“BOOOOOO!!!!”
“HSSSSSSSS!!!”
There doesn’t seem to be too much love for either of these
girls, but still, one of them will end up winning this fight.
A few moments pass while the young jobbers glare at each
other from their respective corners.
Then, finally…
DING!
DING! DING!
Rachel and Randi step out of their corners and slowly walk towards
each other. When they get about ten feet
away from the center of the ring they begin to circle with their arms
outstretched. Slowly, cautiously side
stepping around the center of the ring. They both look a little nervous now that the
fight has officially begun. They make 2
full rotations and start another. Rachel
takes a step forward but hesitates, then Randi does the same. Then, without warning, they both lunge
forward and exchange a couple wild punches that glance off the side of each
other’s heads.
THUD! THUD!
Then they lock up in a hair pulling bear hug.
“UNGH!!!”
“ACK!!!!”
“YOU SLUT!!!”
“OH! OH! OH! OH!”
They stagger around the ring in a drunken slow dance,
fingers tangled in each other’s curly hair. The crowd starts to get worked up.
“YEAH!!!”
“YANK THAT BITCH’S HAIR OUT!”
“COME ON FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Rachel raises one of her booted feet and slams the heel into
Randi’s crotch, still yanking on her long blonde curly hair while pressing her
boot into the girls’ crotch. Randi lets
out a tortured howl of agony.
“AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!”
She lets go of Rachel’s hair and reaches down for her boot, but then
Rachel kicks forward, sending her tumbling backward.
“UNGH!” Randi’s arms
pinwheel as she stumbles backward.
Rachel takes a couple steps back.
Randi manages to stay on her feet.
Suddenly the two jobbers raise their fits and lunge forward into another
exchange of punches.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The crowd explodes with excitement as the two jobbers lay
into each other. If either of them were
fighting a more able opponent they would certainly have been finished off by
now, but when you put two weak fighters against each other, you sometimes end
up with a decent brawl.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood sprinkles the air as Rachel and Randi pummel each
other. After several intense seconds of
fist fighting they collapse into a bear hug, panting and moaning with exhaustion,
fear and agony.
“OOohhhh…you fucking CUNT!”
Rachel hisses as she presses into her opponents sweaty body.
“…(gasp!)…I’ll fucking….(gasp)…waste you…(gasp!)…” Randi responds breathlessly and they stagger
around the ring, clutching each other around the waist.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd starts its usual chant. The bloodthirsty women of Green Tower City are
SO predictable.
At pretty much the same time, Randi and Rachel reach up and
grab each other by the hair with both hands.
Still grinding their bellies together they yank and tug at each other’s
thick curly hair, letting out anguished grunts and occasional yelps of pain.
“UNGH!”
“OHHH!!!”
“AAAHHH!!!!”
“OH! OH! OH!”
They begin to stumble from one end of the ring to the other,
neither girl gaining any clear advantage. Finally Rachel manages to push Randi into a
corner. She lets go of the blonde’s hair
with her right hand and gives her a nasty face slap.
CRACK!!!
“OOOhhhh!!!” Randi
moans in pain and slumps into the turnbuckles.
Rachel places one booted foot on the bottom rope for leverage and bucks
her pelvis into her foe’s crotch.
THUD!!!
“UNGH!” Randi lets
out a loud grunt. It’s starting to look
like Rachel is wearing her down. They
are both lousy fighters, but the brunette has a bit more experience now, not to
mention a slight tactical advantage with her wrestling boots. Rachel slaps her again.
CRACK!!!
Randi’s head is thrown to the side, and it is clear she
would topple to the canvas if Rachel wasn’t pressed up against her.
“COME ON! COME ON AND
FIGHT!” Rachel howls, suddenly seeming
very confident in her ability to defeat this opponent.
THUD! She knees her
in the crotch, making Randi’s limp body lurch against the turnbuckles.
“YEAH!!! FINISH HER!”
Someone in the crowd shouts.
Rachel suddenly has a fan.
THUD!!! She knees
Randi in the crotch again. Then she
places her left foot on the bottom rope, keeping Randi’s limp body pinned into
the corner with her crotch. She slaps
her again.
CRACK!!! Then she
grabs Randi’s hair with both hands and lifts her right foot, placing it on the
middle rope. Randi’s legs twitch
slightly as she is being corner mounted.
Rachel then lifts her left leg and now she is standing on the middle
ropes with both feet, keeping her barely conscious victim pinned into the
corner. She keeps Randi’s hair firmly
gripped in her left hand and cocks her right fist.
CRACK!!!
NOBODY sees the face slap from Randi coming, and Rachel’s
head is thrown back from the impressive force of the blow. She topples backward, but does not let go of
Randi’s hair pulling her down with her as she falls.
THUD!!!
The tangled bodies of the fighters hit the canvas HARD, with
Randi on top. Rachel’s arms and legs
splay out limply and Randi lies on top of her, twitching. The crowd boos and hisses.
“COME ONE! FIGHT!”
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Randi finally lets out a long tortured moan as she rolls off
of her seemingly unconscious opponent.
She crawls away on her hands and knees, reaching the far side of the ring
where she clings to the bottom rope for a few seconds before beginning to pull
herself up. She seems winded and disoriented. Rachel is still laying on her back, but
starts to writhe around and also lets out a low moan. The crowd continues to chant.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT”
Randi manages to pull herself up to her feet and looks around, as if
trying to remember where she is or what she is doing. Finally she sees Rachel who is struggling to
get up to her hands and knees. Randi
lets go of the rope and almost tumbles back to the canvas as she stumbles to where
her opponent is. She reaches down and
grabs her by the hair and waistband of her red cotton panties.
“…(gasp!)…come on….(gasp!)
get UP!...(gasp!)…” Rachel lets
out a low tortured moan as she is yanked up, and suddenly slugs Randi in the
crotch.
THUD!!!
Randi immediately lets go of Rachel and drops to her butt.
“OOOOhhhhhh…” She
moans as she massages her wounded vagina.
Rachel also drops to her butt and both girls scoot away from each other,
looking terrified, exhausted and injured.
The crowd begins booing and hissing almost immediately.
“COME ON YOU STUPID BITCHES!
FIGHT!”
Slowly the two fighters regain their composure and begin to
circle each other on their hands and knees, each of them gasping heavily as
they suck in huge breaths of air. After
a couple rotations they cautiously rise up and walk on their knees towards each
other.
CRACK!!! Randi slaps Rachel in the face.
CRACK!!! Rachel immediately returns the blow and then they
lock up in a kneeling bear hug.
“OOHHH!!!”
“Unghhhh…”
They buck their bellies together several times, trying to
knock the wind out of each other, then they slap together again and hook their
fingers into the waistbands of each other’s panties.
“OOOOHhhhOOOHhhh!!”
They let out a mutual moan of determination and pain, then they tumble
to their sides and wrap their legs around each other. The crowd begins to warm up again as they start
to wrestle around on the canvas. Rachel
gains a straddle mount and throws a punch but it glances off the side of the blonde’s face. Randi then gets her calves around Rachel’s neck
and brings her down to the canvas.
THUD!!! Randi
frantically mounts her opponent and winds up for a punch but Rachel boots her
in the face and Randi falls onto her back.
Rachel crawls forward and snatches Randi by the hair.
“ENOUGH OF THIS! I’M
GOING TO FINISH YOU!” Rachel howls and
begins to stand up, hauling the whimpering blonde to her feet as well. She walks
Randi to the corner and slams her face into the top turnbuckle.
THUD!!! Blood splatters
the silver pad and Rachel hauls the blonde’s head back for another bolw, but
Randi surprises her by grabbing HER hair and…
THUD!!!
Rachel’s face hits the turnbuckle and more blood splatters. Completely taken by surprise, she slumps
forward and hangs off the corner like a limp ragdoll. Randi almost tumbles to the canvas but grabs
the top rope and holds herself up.
The crowd is cheering wildly. This has actually turned into a decent brawl.
“UUUunnnghh…” Rachel
lets out a long low groan of pain and turns over, then slumps down again, her
back supported by the ropes.
“…I’ll…(gasp)…kill you…(gasp)…for that…(gasp)…” she croaks,
but then Randi swings her leg around and brings it straight up into the bridge
of Rachel’s crotch, briefly lifting her off her feet.
THUD!!!
“OOOOOOOH!” Rachel
screams as her womanhood is destroyed with an awful POP. Randi stumbles back to admire her work and
Rachel drops to her butt, moaning in agony.
Randi moves in swiftly, climbing up onto the bottom rope with both feet,
she grabs Rachel’s hair with her left hand, poises her right fist above the
whimpering brunette’s face, and savagely goes to work.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The crowd explodes as Randi POUNDS away mercilessly at
Rachel’s bloody and bruised face. Blood splatters
the canvas all around as Randi punches and punches and punches.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
As the frantic chimes of the Warning Bell ring out over the small
arena, a City Mod climbs up onto the apron of the ring, ready to put a stop to
the beating if necessary., but Randi steps down off the rope, and then collapses
onto her butt with a dull thud.
THUD!!
She sits there gasping for air. You can almost see her heart pounding in her
chest. Rachel is out cold. Occasionally her legs give a little reflexive
jerk but it is clear that this fight is OVER!
“I WON! (pant!)…(pant!)…(pant!) I WON THE FIGHT! I WON THE FIGHT!” Randi exclaims excitedly. Then, after several seconds of catching her breath
and regaining her composure, she struggles to her feet, using the ropes to
help, and drags Rachel out to the center of the ring by her feet, where she
lets her flop spread eagled to the canvas.
THUD!
Rachel’s limp form twitches slightly, then goes completely
limp, her arms and legs spreading out as far as they can naturally go. Randi places
a foot on her chest and raises her arms, victoriously.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….RANDI!!!”
The crowd cheers for the young blonde, who is clearly
soaking it up with delight. This is the
first time she has won a fight since the fight she won against the other
catfight actress a long time ago, and the experience is clearly exhilarating. As I climb into the ring and approach her to
give her her just reward, she smiles at me and pulls me in close for a kiss,
still holding her foot down on her vanquished opponent.
“DID YOU SEE? DID YOU
SEE HOW I FINISHED HER OFF BABY?” She
exclaims excitedly as we begin to make out to the delight of the thundering
spectators.
THE END
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