Tuesday, March 9, 2021

11-24-2476 Alison vs. Jeannie

 

Alison vs. Jeannie

(The Junior Fight Ring)



After a week of exercise and simple training videos just teaching her some basic fighting moves, I set Alison up for her first fight.  She is very excited and dry humps me in her fighting panties about an hour before opening bell. 

 

“Who am I fighting?  Who am I fighting?”  She giggles excitedly in my ear as she rides me.  She is very careful not to cum, as she wants to be horny while she is fighting.  She knows it will make her more savage. 

 

“I set you up for a fight with Jeannie.”

 

“JEANNIE!  That loser!  She’s never even won a fight!  Couldn’t you find anyone better than her?”

 

“Baby I just want you to be careful.  This is your first pro fight!  I want to see what you can do!  Plus this is in a ring, so it’s totally different than fighting on a mat!”

 

Alison is giving me the silent treatment now.  She has gotten off me and is sitting in her chair, pouting.  Eventually it’s time for her to head to the ring. 

 

“Good evening fight fans!  The time has come for our first fight!  Entering the ring from the west side of the Arena, a newcomer!  In the white cotton panties:  Alison!  Alison is 18 years old and this will be her first professional fight!”

 

“BOOOO!!!”

 

“You’re about to get FUCKED UP!!!!”

 

“You should have stayed home little girl!”

 


Alison shows no reaction as she stalks towards the empty ring in the middle of the small arena.  Only about 20 or 30 women occupy the 100 seats at the Junior Fight Ring.  I warned her about the crowds in Green Tower City.  Until she gets a few wins under her waistband, she will get booed and jeered everywhere she fights.  This is also why I set her first fight up at opening bell at the JFR on a Tuesday morning.  The crowd is small, and if she does happen to lose, it won’t be in front of a very big audience. 

 

Alison climbs through the ropes with the grace of a gymnast and gets in her corner.  She leans back against the turnbuckles and reaches out her arms, stretching. 

 

“And entering the ring from the Opposite side of the arena:  in the blue and green striped panties:  JEANNIE!”

 

“BOOOOO!!!”

 

“GO BACK HOME LOSER!”

 

“YOU SUCK!!!”

 

The jeers and taunts for Jeannie are even worse than for Alison, but the pony tailed brunette doesn’t seem to notice as she quickly makes her way to the ring.  She looks cheerful and confident as she climbs through the ropes and stands in her corner, staring evilly across the ring at Alison, who stares back with just as much malice. 

 


“JEANNIE IS 22 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 0 WINS…35 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!”

 

Laughter, boos and hisses boom through the little arena, which is filling up now.  I suspect word has gotten out that I am here. 

 

“Girls this is a fight to the finish.  No killing blows allowed.  The bell will be rung when your opponent is incapacitated.  Some post KO torture will be allowed, but you will be stopped from killing your opponent.  Do you both understand these rules?”

 

“YES!”  both fighters bark simultaneously.  I can see Alison’s nipples are very hard.  She is itching to get her hands on her opponent. 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

As soon as the bell is rung the two girls charge towards each other.

 

CRACK!!!

 

Alison throws a nasty jab at Jeannie’s face and she drops onto her back like a sack of potatoes. 

 

“YOU GOT HER ALISON! YOU GOT HER!”  I yell out.  She quickly straddles Jeanie and thumps her in the stomach several times.  Even Jeanie’s fights aren’t usually over this quick.  Alison has no intention of letting her off easy though.  She wraps her fingers around Jeannie’s throat and squeezes just hard enough to inflict pain and panic, but released her grip as soon as Jeannie starts to black out.

 

CRACK!!!

 

She slaps her in the face.

 

CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!

 

“Come on!  Fight!  FIGHT!!!”

 

  Alison stands up, hauling Jeannie up to her feet by her pony tail as she does so. The older fighter is balling like a baby and begging for mercy.  Alison walks her towards one of the turnbuckles.

 

SPLAT!!!

 

Jeannie’s face hits the padded turnbuckle and ricochets back with only slightly diminished force.  She splatters to the canvas on her back and lays spread eagled and out like a light. Her body twitches a couple times, then she goes limp.  Alison mounts her, crotch to crotch. She cocks her fist.

 

THUD!

 

Blood sprays the canvas.  Jeannie’s body lurches once and goes limp.  Alison punches her again.

 

THUD!

 

More blood splatters the slate gray canvas.  Jeannie’s body lurches and goes limp.  The crowd is savoring this beating with relish.

 

“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”

 

THUD!

 

Blood splatters.  Jeannie’s body lurches, goes limo, then twitches a little, then goes limp again.  Alison cocks her fist.

 

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

 

“SHE’S FINISHED!  TAKE YOUR VICTORY POSE!”

 

Alison continues to straddle her senseless and bloodied victim for a few seconds, jutting her torpedo like breasts out in defiance.  Her chest rises and falls rapidly.  The  fight has excited her beyond anything she has ever known.  I can tell she is a born fighter.  She finally stands slowly over the spread eagled Jeannie  and places a foot casually on her belly.  She rests her hands on her hips for a second, then raises them, showing off her small  but perfect little muscles.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 


“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…ALISON!!!”

 

The crowd roars it’s approval.

 

“YEEEEEEAAAAAHHH!!!”  Alison howls ferociously, basking in the glory of her first savage conquest.  Suddenly she steps off Jeannie’s belly which elicits one final twitch from the badly mangled young woman. Alison walks to the side of the ring and climbs through the ropes to exit. 

 

Alison grabs my stiffened member and starts to lead me out of the arena with it.  I look back to see Jeanie’s mangled body being emergency bandaged while still in the ring, and then she is whisked away.  This is the worst beating she’s received in a while. 

 

“Now let’s go somewhere where I can have a real fight!”  Alison hisses in my ear.  “Otherwise you aren’t getting ANY tonight!” 

 

It’s incentive enough.  I lead Alison towards Catfight Cavern, her former workplace.

 

 

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