As usual, we
don’t have long to wait.
“LADIES AND
ISHMAEL! THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL
FIGHT OF THE DAY!!!”
Uproarious applause
and cheers explode through the cavernous fighting arena.
“NOW
APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE LAVENDAR PANTIES…KRISTINA!!!”
The red haired
fighter strolls quickly down the aisle, getting a loud round of cheers as she
makes her ay towards the mat. She stops
for a quick make out session with me before stepping up onto her corner.
“KRISTINA IS 27
YEARS OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 158
WINS…52 LOSSES…AND 18 KILLS!!!”
Kristina keeps
her usual emotionless expression through her announcement. There aren’t too many girls in the city who
can beat Kristina, and I will have no complaints about going back to her place
for the evening.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING
THE MAT FROM THE WEAT SIDE OF THE ARENA….IN THE BROWN PANTIES….RITA!!!”
The curly
haired brunette walks slowly but confidently down the aisle, pandering to the
crowd as she approaches the fighting mat.
She gets a lukewarm response from the crowd. Rita is just barely above Jobber status. In
the couple months I have spent in the city, I’ve seen her win just barely half
her fights.
She is excited
to see me and straddles my lap for a passionate making out session to the
delight of the crowd. The stoic ginger
haired Kristina just glares at us icily from her corner of the big blue mat. Rita licks her lips as she slowly dismounts
me, return the nasty stare Kristina is shooting at her.
“I’ll fuck this
bitch UP!” She assures me as she climbs off my lap and steps up onto the mat.
“RITA IS 20
YEARS OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 16
WINS…23 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!”
Some boos and
hisses are audible over the general din of noise, but for the most part the crowd
quietly waits for the bell to ring.
“LADIES THIS IS
A FIGHT TO THE FINISH! LAST GIRL
STANDING WILL HAVE THE HONOR OF TAKING ISHMAEL HOME WITH HER FOR THE NIGHT!”
A small cheer
goes up from the crowd. Whenever I am
available to be taken home as a trophy, the fights tend to get even nastier
than usual.
DING! DING! DING!
Kristina and
Rita walk straight towards the center of the mat, raising their fists as they
walk. When they get a few feet away from
each other they begin to circle, fists up and at the ready. Slowly they rotate around each other, making
one full pass then another. Suddenly
Rita lunges forward and throws a punch that Kristina ducks under, then gives
the brunette a jab right in her exposed ribcage.
THUD!!!
Rita winces in
pain and staggers back a couple steps.
“Come on! Let’s fight!”
Kristina taunts, still holding her fists up. Rita shakes off the blow and raises her
fists. They begin to circle again.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
After a flurry of punches, Rita drops to her butt. She
tries to scoot backward but Kristina lunges forward and grabs her by her thick
curly brown hair.
“GET UP AND
FIGHT!” She screams and starts dragging
the whimpering Rita up to her feet. Rita
leans forward quickly and wraps her arms around her attacker holding her in close
to avoid any more punches. Kristina
responds by lifting her knee up into her crotch.
PLUD!!!
“OOOOHhhhh…” Rita lets out a tortured moan and would surely
drop back onto her ass, but Kristina wraps her own arms around her and keeps
her from dropping. She gives her another
knee to the crotch.
PLUD!!!
And another.
PLUD!!!
And another.
PLUD!!!
The crowd is
going wild.
“YEAH!!! FUCK
HER UP KRISTINA!!!”
Rita is moaning
and sobbing loudly. Kristina holds her
close, sucks in a few deep breaths, then finally gives her foe another
nasty knee to the crotch.
SPLUD!!!
With this blow
Kristina releases her victim and lets her flop onto her back with a loud
thud.
“UNGH!!!” Rita grunts in pain and curls up into a fetal
position. Kristina slowly circles her
prey, gazing down at her without emotion. The crowd begins to chant.
“FINISH HER!
FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”
Kristina
takes a moment to wipe a small trickle
of blood off her lips. It looks like
Rita got a hit or two in during their initial fisticuffs. Rita simply moans in agony and curls up into
as tight a ball as she can. Finally
Kristina reaches down for another handful of curly brown hair.
“OOOohhhhhhh!” Rita lets out a wail of terror and pain as
Kristina pulls her hair, forcing her up into a crawling position. She walks her around the perimeter of the mat
on her hands and knees like a dog. The crowd
continues to chant.
“FINISH HER! FINISH
HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”
“All right,
whore. It’s time to end this.” Kristina announces once she has walked Rita
all the way around the mat and back to the side I am sitting on. She begins to haul the whimpering brunette up
to her feet again.
CRACK!!! Nobody expects the face slap that Rita suddenly nails Kristina
with. She loses her grip on the brunette’s
hair and staggers back a few steps. Rita
raises her fists, apparently ready to get back into the fight.
THAP!!! But a high kick from Kristina catches Rita
right under the chin and a split second later she is spread eagled on her
back. Kristina immediately plops drops
down onto her opponent, straddling her belly.
She grabs Rita’s hair with one hand and cocks her fist.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Rita’s legs
kick and writhe for a few seconds, then finally go limp. Kristina holds her head off the mat by her
hair, poises her fits one last time, then ends the fight with a SAVAGE punch
that sprinkles the mat with even more of the young brunette fighter’s blood.
SPLAT!!!
Kristina immediately
stands up over her vanquished opponent and shows her muscles off to the crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF
THIS FIGHT….KRISTINA!!!”
The victorious
red head calmly walks the perimeter of the mat, showing her muscles off to each
side of spectators. They go wild when I
step up onto the mat to kiss the winner.
While Kristina presses into me, Two mat girls rush up onto the mat and
drag the limp body of Rita off into the darkness. She will be heading straight to the
hospital.
Kristina and I
head to her place. She makes it clear
she is still horny for a fight and leaves the red light on and the door
unlocked. We climb into bed and start making out on her bed. Some time passes and it seems like no
challenger is going to show up. She
begins to lift her leg to mount me, ready to fuck. I am running my finger along the waistband of
her cotton lavender panties, getting ready to slip them down, when the door
opens and closes. Harmony walks into the
room.
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