Monday, January 25, 2021

7-25-2473 Kristina vs. Rita

 

Kristina vs. Rita

(Catfight Cavern)



As it is clear Ewyn is too worn out to go home with after her epic fight to the death with Katrine, I head over to Catfight Cavern, just in time for the final bout of the evening.   As usual I announce my intentions to go home with the winner of the match, and take my mat side seat.  The crowd is buzzing with excitement as we all wait to see who the final two combatants of the day will be. 

 

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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