11-24-2476 Alison vs. Wendy

 

Alison vs. Wendy

(Catfight Cavern)

 

I take Alison to the Fighter’s Sign Up Entrance at Catfight Cavern.  Although the day’s roster is pretty much already set up, any venue in town will immediately change things around when I show up.  Not only that, Alison is a former employee of this venue, and the manner of her departure spurned the Cavern’s rep just a little bit, so they are happy to sign her up for a fight, hoping to see her get pounded into the mat.

 She is not only given a fight, she is moved up to the very next bout.  Alison disappears into a corridor meant for fighters, and I am escorted to my mat side seat and brought my choice of beverage.  I’ve decided to start with a “Big Lebowski” which is a quart sized White Russian.  It will give me a nice buzz to start the afternoon with.

 

On the mat, Maria T is just finishing Heidi off after a pretty epic brawl considering how much blood is all over the mat and the condition of the winner, who is pretty beat up herself.   I take her into the Trophy Room for a quick victory session, then return to my chair and my drink.  It takes the resident Mat Girls a few more minutes to clean up the rest of the blood and dry the mat. Now it is time for Alison’s second pro fight in just one day.

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE SECOND FIGHT OF THE DAY!”

 

A wild cheer explodes from the crowd.  My presence at any venue increases the excitement level substantially, and ensures that every seat is sold out within minutes.  It means the girls aren’t just fighting for money and stats, they are fighting over a man.

 

“NOW APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE WHITE PANTIES…ALISON!”

 

An excited jolt of murmuring rises among the stands.  Most of them are regulars here, and they recognize the former Mat Girl.  The incident with Sugar a few weeks ago is a well known story in the City, but few know that I took her under my wing for training and coaching.

 

Alison walks confidently down the aisle and stops to give me my customary lap dance and make out session.  The crowd always loves this, and it brings the fighter to the pinnacle of arousal, ensuring they will fight all the more savagely.

 

“I hope they found someone that can actually fight this time!  I’m getting BORED!”  Alison says as she dismounts me and trots up onto the fighting mat, taking her spot in the corner.

 

“ALISON IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 1 WIN…0 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!”  A small cheer goes up from the spectators.  Most of them don’t know that she just earned her first victory at the JFR, though of course the official records are updated instantly so of course the Venue officials would be aware of it.

 

Alison stands comfortably in her corner with an almost bored look on her face.  She truly does look right at home here.

 

“AND NOW…ENTERING FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE PURPLE AND PINK POLKA DOT PANTIES…WENDY!”

 

A small cheer goes up from the crowd.  Wendy isn’t a great fighter but she isn’t quite a jobber either.  She win/loss ratio seems to always be lingering around the 50/50 mark, but she is also usually pretty cautious about who she fights.  She runs over to greet me by hopping my lap and kissing me passionately.  I see Alison stirring angrily from the corner of my eye as the spectator hoot and holler. 

 

“I’m gonna WASTE this bitch!”  Wendy assures me as she climbs off me and runs up onto the mat, taking her place in the opposite corner from Alison.

 

“YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT MOPPING MATS, BITCH!  NOW I’m GONNA MOP THE MAT WITH YOU!” 

 

(I feel like Alison is going to hear this over and over again.)

 

“WENDY IS 23 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 56 WINS…68 LOSSES…AND 5 KILLS!” 

 

A mixture of boos and cheers indicates a split crowd on this match up.

 

Now a few long seconds tick by while the fighters and spectators await the sound of the bell.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Slowly the two young women step out of their corners and walk towards the center of the large blue fighting mat.  They get within a few feet of each other and begin to circle with their fists up. They make one full rotation and then move in for a flurry of punches.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

Some whoops, cheers and catcalls burst out from the crowd as Alison and Wendy pound each other in the face and body.  Blood sprinkles the air and they both let out several grunts of pain and determination.

 

THUD!

 

Wendy catches Alison with a nasty haymaker and the short haired girl staggers and drops to her butt.  Wendy steps towards her and she scoots backward as fast as she can.  For a split second I think I see fear in Alison’s eyes, but then my attention returns to Wendy, who suddenly trots up to her and makes a grab for her hair but can’t get a good grip on it. Alison slugs upward into the bridge of her crotch.

 

PLAP!!!

 

“GWHOULF!!!”

 

Wendy squawks in agony up into the lights, powdering the air with a fine bloody mist.  She staggers back, reaching down to cover her wounded crotch.  Alison pitches forward so she is on her hands and knees.  She starts to crawl forward hesitantly.  Wendy drops to her butt with a thud.

 

THUD!

 

“UNGH! YOU BITCH!”  Wendy grunts and shouts, then scoots backwards on her butt a couple feet.  Alison crawls a little further forward, then begins to rear back, spreading her arms.  Wendy gets up on her knees and spreads her arms, then they lunge forward.

 

SPLAT!

 

Their bellies slap together and they both let out a little grunt of pain as they collide in mid air.  They land on their side and immediately wrap their arms and legs around each other.

 

“OOOOHhhhoOHHHHH…”  A tortuous groan of pain and effort rings out as they tumble back and forth, each of them desperately trying to pin the other to the canvas and gain a mount.

 

CRACK!

 

Wendy delivers a BRUTAL face slap and Alison’s arms and legs quiver for a second, allowing Wendy to get on top of the brawl.  She quickly punches the brunette in the face.

 

PLUD!

 

But in her excitement only manages to glance off the side of Alison’s head.  Now the short haired brawler lunges up ward, wrapping her legs around Wendy’s midsection and pulling her down into her like a welcoming lover.    

 

“OOOOHHHHH!!!”  Wendy wails in pain as her body is squeezed mercilessly.  She slides a leg forward, trying to move farther up Alison’s body, but the short haired fighter has her held in place tightly.  Alison hooks her fingers into the waistband of Wendy’s panties and gives then a sharp yank.

 

“UNGH!” Wendy winces in pain.  She can’t get away but Alison is also trapped underneath her.  With intense effort she lifts her torso up and ways from Alison, then gives her another short half strength jab to the face.

 

PLAP!

 

Blood splatters the mat and Alison loses her grip on Wendy, who pulls away and rolls a couple feet across the mat, groaning in agony.

 

“OOOOhhhhhh god. Oh god oh god oh god”  Wendy is whimpering as she lays on her back, trying to catch her breath.  Alison crawls a couple feet farther away, also moaning in pain, blood dripping from her face.  Now THIS is a fight!

 

A few seconds pass with both girls laying on the mat in pain.  Slowly they each begin to get back to a crawling position.  A few seconds later they begin  to circle each other on their hands and knees, slowly…cautiously, both of them gasping in deep breaths of air and watching each other with wide eyes.

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” Begins the inevitable chant of the crowd.   They make one full slow rotation, then get halfway through another before both rearing up their torsos and walking toward each other on their knees.

 

THUD!

 

Alison punches Wendy in the face.

 

THUD!

 

Wendy punches Alison in the face.

 

THUD!

 

Alison punches Wendy in the gut.  She starts to double over.  Alison waves her fists in anticipation, but then Wendy lunges forward.  Alison spreads her arms at the last second and their chests slam together.

 

SPLAT!!!

 

“UNGH!”  They both grunt upon impact and quickly grab each other by the waistband with one hand and the hair with the other.  Wendy clenches her fist, getting a good grip on a tuft of Alison’s short but thick brown hair. She lets out a scream of pain.

 

“AAAAAAHHH!!!”

 

She gives Wendy’s waistband a tug at the same time as she yanks down on her long chestnut hair.

 

“OOOOH!”  Wendy winces in pain and the two girls writhe violently, their bellies pressing together as they struggle to get control of the brawl.

 

“UNGH!”

 

“OHHH!”

 

“AAHHH!!! SLUT!!!”

 

“OOOOOOoohhhhhhOOOohhhhhh…”

 

As they grapple, they slowly rise from their knees to a standing position.  Wendy then lifts a knee up into Alison’s crotch, but not with much force.

 

PLUD!

 

“UNGH!”  Alison grunts in pain then immediately presses harder into her foe, wrapping her arms around her midsection tightly and squeezing.

 

“OOOohhhhhAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Wendy lets out a long piercing loud wail of pain as her body is crushed.  She jerks and spasms, trying to wrench herself free, but Alison has the upper hand.

 

“YEAH!  GET HER ALISON!”  Someone in the crowd yells out above al the other screaming and shouting.   The short haired newcomer has at least one fan.   Wendy suddenly bucks her pelvis forward, slamming into Alison as hard as she can.  Their mounds slam together and they both let out a pained grunt of agony,

 

“UNGH!!!”

 

Suddenly Alison shifts position, dropping her arms for just a second while she begins to force Wendy around in front of her.  They moan and gran loudly as they stagger around the mat, grappling desperately for control.  Then…all of a sudden, Alison gets behind her opponent and slaps a sleeper hold on her.  She executes it PERFECTLY.  Wendy waves her arms around frantically, trying to hit or grab her attacker, but Alison has her right where she wants her.  She constricts her arm around Wendy’s throat and the older woman’s eyes bulge.  She is in trouble! 

 

“GAK! GAK! GAK!”  Wendy’s eyes roll up into her head.  Her arms suddenly flop to her sides, lifeless.  Alison squeezes a few more dangerous seconds, then releases her.

 

 

SPLAT!!!

 

Wendy faceplants straight into the mat with a loud wet splat.  Her body lurches a couple times then goes limp, her arms and legs splaying out slightly.   A new chant begins.

 

“ALISON! ALISON! ALISON! ALISON! ALISON!”

 

The short haired brunette slowly circles her downed opponent.  Her small perfect round breasts rise and fall jaggedly as she catches her breath.  For a few minutes there she looked worried, like she was actually in a fight.  Now it seems like she is trying to wrap her mind around what has transpired.  After two full rotations around her victim, she trots forward and gives her a doggy style cunt punt.

 

PLUD!

 

Wendy’s pelvis flips up and her body lurches m, but she does not wake up.  Alison walks another half circle and stomps her in the back of the head.

 

THUD!

 

Another reflexive body lurch.  Another fresh splatter of blood on the mat.  Alison raises her foot again.

 

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

 

THUD! 

 

She stomps her in the back of the head again, but not with much force.  One last time Wendy’s body jerks and goes limp.

 

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

 

“All right all right, keep your panties on!”  Alison yells out, clearly perturbed that she can’t do more damage to her hated opponent.  Instead she takes a few steps away and raises her arms in victory salute, showing off her muscles to the crowd, who explode with approval.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT!  ALISON!!!”

 

“ALISON! ALISON! ALISON! ALISON! ALISON!” The spectators packed into the cavernous fighting arena chant the newcomer’s name over and over as I get out of my seat and go to kiss her.  She presses against me eagerly. 

 

“Come on, I want you inside of me” She whispers and takes my hand, leading me back to the Trophy Room, where I will reward her for her first official victory in her former place of employment.

 

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