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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