Wednesday, March 3, 2021

6-19-2474 Mandi vs. Sugar

 

Mandi vs. Sugar

(The Junior Fight Ring)

 


I close the night out at The Junior Fight Ring.  If I’m going to spend the night with someone, I want it to be someone who isn’t half dead from a fight, and the JFR is the “least violent” venue in the city, after all.

 “IN THIS CORNER…IN THE WHITE FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…  MANDI!”

 


The young brunette gets a decent cheer.  She doesn’t have much of a pro record yet, but she made quite a name for herself as being a brutal fighter in the Outer City before her arrival through The Wall a couple weeks ago.

 

“MANDI IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 2 WINS, 1 LOSS AND 0 KILLS!”

 

Mandi runs her tongue over her lips and gives me a sweet smile.   I’ve had fun with her in the past and if she emerges from this fight victorious, I’m in for a good night.

 

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE RED AND WHITE POLKA DOT PANTIES…HER OPPONENT…SUGAR!!!”

 

An indifferent groan goes up from the small crowd at the JFR at the mention of the former Schoolgirl’s name.  Sugar wins very few fights, though she does seem to talk a lot of shit. 

 


“SUGAR IS ALSO 18 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 1 WIN…9 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!”

 

“YOU SHOULD OF STAYED IN SCHOOL, BITCH!”  Someone yells, even though “The Schoolyard” isn’t really an educational facility.

 

“BOOOOOO!!!”

 

“YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET YOU ASS KICKED!”

 

The pig tailed fighter takes no notice of the jeers of the crowd, instead keeping her attention on her opponent in the opposite corner.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Cautiously the two 18-year-old girls step forward and start to slowly circle each other, glaring at one another with hatred. 

 

Suddenly Sugar throws a wild open handed slap at Mandi, who swiftly ducks under and comes back up with a pulverizing punch to Sugar’s crotch.

 

“UNGH!!!”  Sugar grunts and backs away, rubbing her wounded vagina.  Mandi follows it up quickly, punching Sugar in the face.  The pig tailed brunette drops to her butt.  Mandi kicks her under the chin and lays her onto her back, unconscious. 

 

“You got her!!!”

 

“FUCK THAT BITCH UP!!!”

 

Mandi steps forward and stomps Sugar in the crotch savagely.  Her body lurches and goes limp to the canvas again.  Mandi then paces slowly around her fallen opponent, sneering down at her with contempt.  Finally she reaches down and grabs her by the pigtails, pulling her up to her feet.  She backs her into a corner and props her legs and arms up so she is suspended in the corner.  Then she climbs up onto the ropes, mounting her. 

 

THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

Mandi punches viscously down into Sugar’s face with her right fist as she holds her head up by the pigtail with her left hand.  Sugar’s legs twitch slightly with each blow. 

 

THUD!

 

THUD!

 

THUD!

 

After three more punches Mandi hops off her mount, and stands in front of the unconscious girl.

 

CRACK!  She slaps her face, trying to wake her up.  No response.

 

CRACK!

 

No response.

 

CRACK!

 

No response.

 

Mandi reaches forward and grabs one tit in each hand, then slowly starts to squeeze.

 

“WAKE UP!  I WANT TO FIGHT!!!”

 

“Unnnnngggg….AAAIIIEEEE!!!!  I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE!!!”  Sugar wails in agony and terror. 

 

Holding one tit with her left hand, Mandi winds up with her right.

 

CRACK!!!

 

The force of the face punch is enough to make the whole ring shake.  Sugar’s head whips back and she goes out again.  Blood is pouring from her nose and mouth.  The Warning Bell is sounded.

 

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

 

“Finish her!”  The moderator instructs. 

 

Mandi turns around, grabs Sugar’s head over her shoulder, and savagely flips her off the corner and onto her back.  Her body bounces once on the canvas and then goes still.  Sugar is not waking up any time soon. 

 

Mandi places a foot on Sugar’s stomach and shows the audience her muscles.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 


“HERE is your WINNER!!!!  In only 2 minutes and 12 seconds:  MANDI!!!”

 

Mandi gives Sugar one quick stomp to the crotch then climbs quickly out of the ring before she can be scolded.  The JFR crowd has a new favorite fighter. 

 

“You wanna come to my place?”  Mandi asks me after I have pleasured her in the trophy room.  “I need a real fight tonight and I want to do it in front of you.”

 

“OK”, I respond, and we head out of the small arena holding hands. Mandi sneers at every woman that glances at us, daring them to challenge her.

 

 

 

 

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2 comments:

  1. Mandi appears to have a real future fighting. She has contempt for lesser women, a craving for serious brutal fights and no hesitation to use any move to win. Rick

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    1. I haven't used her a whole lot yet but there will eventually be many Mandi stories in the timeline, if things go as according to my current plan.

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