(Round One. Fight One)
PROLOGUE: THE TOURNAMENT: DAY ONE
On my way towards
the Junior Fight Ring Doctor Green and I stop for breakfast at one of my
favorite Inner City diners. I will be
spending the next coupe of weeks in a lavish hotel suite right near Downtown. An epic tournament is starting today, and I
have agreed to be the resident trophy fuck for the proceedings.
32 girls are signed
up! The first round is a two day affair
to be held at The Junior Fight Ring. 8
fights per day. The winner will be the
first girl to pin the other to the canvas for a traditional 3 count pin. OF course, the best way to ensure a pin is to
knock the other girl unconscious first.
“NOW APPROACHING THE
RING…IN THE BLACK PANTIES AND MATCHING THIGH HIGHS….NICOLE!”
MIDGE: “OOOOhhhh…This is a good start. There really aren’t too many girls around the
city that are much of a match for Nicole.”
MADGE: “Indeed not, this could be a really good
fight if she is being matched up with a good opponent. “
Nicole strolls
confidently down the aisle, stops to kiss Ishmael, then climbs into the ring
and goes to her corner.
“NICOLE IS 39 YEARS
OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 158 WINS…49
LOSSES…AND 38 KILLS!”
MIDGE: “That’s just her pro record. Keep on mind
she seems to like making most of her kills at The Bloody Mattress, which
isn’t even a pro venue.”
MADGE: “Indeed Nicole has a lot more
than 38 pairs of panties over her headboard t home. We would have to aske Ishmael for the exact
number.”
“AND
NOW...APPROACHING THE RING….HER OPPONENT…IN THE RED PANTIES AND
MATCHING WRESTLING BOOTS…RACHEL!”
MADGE: “Oh man… this bitch again? Doesn’t she ever learn?”
Rachel walks quickly
down the aisle and climbs into Ishmael’s lap for a quick crotch grinding make out session. Nicole just sneers down at her as she waits
for the fight to begin.
“RACHEL IS 23 YEARS
OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS…44
LOSSES….AND 1 KILL!”
MIDGE: “I can’t believe that pathetic bitch even got
one kill.”
MADGE: “I know right. How awful do you have to be to lose to
Rachel?”
MIDGE: “Nicole will mop the canvas with that girl.”
MADGE: “You won’t get any bets out of me on this
fight.”
DING! DING! DING!
MADGE: “Well the
fight’s on!”
MADGE: “They’re circling….they’re circling….AND THEY’VE
LOCKED UP!!!”
THUD!
MIDGE: “OOOH WHAT A
NASTY KICK TO THE CROTCH!”
MADGE: “Rachel’s in trouble already. She’s stumbling! She’s in the ropes! Nicole is on her! “
THUD!
MIDGE: “OH A KNEE TO THE CROTCH! RACHEL IS DOWN!”
MADGE: “She’s on her knees. She is begging. Nicole has her by the bangs. She’s cocking her fist.”
THUD!!!
MADGE: “And there’s our first blood of the fight. The crowd is cheering Nicole on. They adore her! She’s walking Rachel around the ring like a
dog. She is whimpering like a baby.”
MIDGE: “She knows she is outmatched once again. I honestly don’t know why these pathetic
losers keep getting into the ring time and time again.
MADGE: “We never really saw as much as this sort of
thing before Ishmael arrived, and I have to say it can be entertaining to watch
a jobber like Rachel just get thrashed by a veteran like Nicole.”
THUD!!!
MADGE: “OOH ANOTHER KNEE TO THE FACE!”
MIDGE: “RACHEL IS ON HER BACK!”
MADGE: “Ooh she is hurt BAD, Midge. Her nose was already broken and Nicole just
smashed her knee into it. Look at her
flopping about like a fish out of water.
She is in AGONY!”
MIDGE: “And Nicole just circles her, patiently. What a cool, calculated tormentor.”
MADGE: Nicole loves to inflict pain. She’s moving in on her now! This could be it! She’s got her in a headlock. Rachel is kicking and squirming desperately.
MIDGE: “It’s no use.
Nicole’s got her!”
THUD!
MADGE: “ANOTHER PUNCH TO THE FACE!”
MIDGE: “Rachel is
barely conscious. Nicole is really
working her over.
THUD!
MADGE: “Nicole is pulling her punches a little. She wants to prolong the punishment. The moderator is climbing up onto the apron
to get a closer look.”
MIDGE: “She’ll stop Nicole from killing Rachel but
that’s about it.”
THUD!!!
MADGE: “Oh THAT blow did it! Rachel is out cold!”
THUD!!!
MIDGE: “Nicole’s let her flop to the canvas. Rachel is completely limp. Nicole is crawling around her.
Circling her prey. And…SHE’S HOOKING
HER LEG! THERE’S THE PIN!”
CITY MODERATOR: “ONE…TWO…THREE…WE HAVE A WINNER!”
DING! DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIIS
FIGHT! NICOLE!”
MIDGE: Well that wasn’t much of a start to this
tournament, but we are just getting started after all. Ishmael is entering the ring. Nicole is pulling him in close to her while
still holding her victory pose and the crowd is eating it up.
Rachel’s body is giving a little twitch or a jerk every once in a while
but otherwise she is completely limp.
MADGE: “And there they go off to the Trophy
Room. Here come a couple mat girls to
haul Rachel off to the hospital.
MIDGE: “She’s gonna be there for a while I think.”
MADGE: “Well sports fans. We will be back in about half an hour for the
next bout, once Nicole has gotten her allotted
time with Ishmael.
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