7-17-2474 Jacquelyn vs. Trish

 

Jacquelyn vs. Trish

(The Mat Room)

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL FIGHT OF THE EVENING!”

 

A loud cheer goes up from the crowd.

 

“ISHMAEL HAS INFORMED US THAT HE WILL BE GOING HOME WITH THE WINNER OF THIS FINAL BOUT!” 

 

Another, even louder cheer booms out through the small fighting venue.  As usual, I actually have no idea who the final two fighters will be, but I am sure I will be more than happy to go home with whichever one of them emerges victorious.

 

“NOW ENTERING THE MAT ROOM…IN THE PINK AND GRAY STRIPED PANTIES….JACQUELYN!"

 

My pants tighten a little as the athletic blonde grappler strolls confidently into the room.  She is a good fighter and a GREAT lay.  Unlike many GTC girls, who are quickly satisfied after a fight, she fucks like a wild animal after a victory, and will last quite some time with me, which is always refreshing.  She sees me sitting up in my chair at the edge of the wall and gives me a wink. Already things are looking interesting this evening.

 

“JACQUELYN IS 21 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 119 WINS…35 LOSSES…AND 13 KILLS!!!”

 

The blonde fighter gets a massive cheer from the crowd.  She is well liked here.

 

“AND NOW…ENTERING THE FIGHTING CHAMBER…IN THE MUSTARD YELLOW AND BROWN  PANTIES….TRISH!!!” 

 

Another cheer goes up from the crowd and I know right away this is going to be a good fight.  Not being a betting man, I wouldn’t want to lay odds on this fight under any circumstances.  This could go either way.  The pig tailed scrapper strolls into the room and takes her place in the opposite corner from Jacquelyn.  They give each other an icy stare as the announcement is concluded.

“TRISH IS 22 YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 158 WINS…31 LOSSES…AND 28 KILLS!”

 

Trish gets a HUGE cheer from the crowd, and if I had to guess I would say there’s just a slightly higher percentage of spectators here that are rooting for her, but honestly it is hard to tell.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

And the two brawlers step out of their corners and begin to circle each other slowly and deliberately.  

 

 

They make one full rotation, either of them indicating they are ready to make an attack, then they begin another.  The crowd is growing restless and begin their familiar chant.

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

 

They make another full rotation while the crowd continues to chant.

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

 

Then suddenly Jacquelyn swings her foot up through the air and catches Jacquelyn right under the tits nearly sending her flying to the mat!

 

THUD!!!

 

Trish is sent stumbling back a few steps, but quickly shakes the blow off and regains her composure.  She raises her fists, beckoning to Jacquelyn to continue the fight.  The blonde fighter raises her fists and they make one slow circle, then Trish lunges forward with a wild jab that Jacquelyn easily ducks.  

 

 

“HYAAAH!!”  Trish grunts and then the two girls connect with a brutal exchange of blows.

 

THUD! THUD!

The excitement level of the crowd rises as blood sprinkles the air.  Then they grab each other’s boobs.

“AAAIIIEEEEE!!!”  A combined shriek of pain explodes out over the din of the crowd as Trish and Jacquelyn mangle each other’s mammaries, sinking their fingers deep into the soft flesh and drawing blood, which trickles down to the mat. They stagger around the small room for a few seconds, clawing and pulling at each other to the delight of the crowd. 

 

“OOOHHHH GOD!!! OHHHHHH!!!”  Trish screams.

 

“AAAAIIEEEEE!!! YOU BITCH!!!”  Jacquelyn responds.

 

Then they suddenly release each other’s tits and their bellies slap together as they lock up in a tight bearhug, both of them moaning in agony and exhaustion.  

Trish is the winner of the fight!  I make out with her on the fighting mat for a few minutes while she holds her victory pose, then she takes my hand and we head out into the streets of the Outer City together. 

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