Rachel vs. Sloan
Rachel, who has been
on one of her usual losing streaks, has shown up here to challenge one of the
residents, a girl named Sloan, to a fight.
I liven the event up a bit by announcing I will go home with the
winner. Rachel runs over to kiss
me.
“You came to watch
me win a fight!” she exclaims, though I
haven’t seen her do anything but lose in quite some time.
Her opponent is a
young schoolgirl named Sloan, age 19.
She has been a resident of “The Orphanage” for some time, and has
apparently built herself a decent reputation, though this is to be her first
fight against an Outsider. If she wins
the fight, she will claim Rachel’s fighting outfit as her own. If Rachel wins,
she will receive nothing but an unofficial win for her overall record, but many
low level fighters come here for little more than a confidence boost after a
long losing streak.
The two young women
stand on opposite corners of the small fenced in fighting area, glaring at each
other with sheer unbridled hatred. A
crowd of Orphanage residents, all in their schoolgirl uniforms, have gathered
around the small fenced in area to watch the battle and I am given a special fence
side seat for the bout.
The schoolmaster
raises her hand, which immediately quiets down all the giggling and chattering
girls surrounding the fighting area.
“IN THIS CORNER….IN
THE RED PANTIES AND WRESTLING BOOTS…..RACHEL!”
Most of the girls
begin booing and hissing the curly haired brunette, though a few, apparently
enemies of Sloan, are cheering her on.
“AND IN THIS
CORNER…IN THE WHITE PANTIES…SHOES AND SOCKS…..SLOAN!”
“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU
UP LITTLE GIRL!” Rachel howls across at
her opponent, who just sneers back at her. They don’t waste a lot of time here. The Schoolmaster raises the cowbell she is
holding in her hand, raises the hammer, and quickly strikes it three times to
begin the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Rachel and Sloan step
out of their corners slowly and apprehensively to the cheers and jeers of the
women crowded around the chain link fence.
They raise their fists threateningly and begin to slowly circle each
other. Watching the fight, you can tell
they have never encountered each other before and are a little nervous. They begin to circle.
“GET HER SLOAN!”
“WASTE THAT BITCH!”
“COME ON FIGHT!”
They make one full
rotation around each other, their round breasts rising and falling rhythmically
as they breathe heavily and nervously.
They start a second rotation and the crowd gets a bit more anxious.
“COME ON!”
“PUNCH HER IN THE
FACE!”
“FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT!”
They complete
another circle and take one step each into a third rotation, then suddenly they
both lunge forward and a flurry of punches ensues!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD!”
Both girls seem to
be giving as good as they are taking and blood peppers the air as they go at it
toe to toe. The throng of schoolgirls
surrounding the fenced in area love it. After
just a few seconds of intense fighting they lock up in a tight bearhug and let
out a mutual moan of pain and desperation.
“OOOOOOhhhhhh…”
“oooOOoOOOooohhh…”
They stagger around
the fenced in area like a couple drunken lovers, clutching each other tightly
to avoid taking any more blows. The schoolgirls clustered in around the
outside of the fence shout and jeer.
“COME ON FIGHT!”
“FUCK HER UP SLOAN!”
“YOU GOT HER!”
Suddenly they separate
and begin to once again circle, their breasts rising and falling rapidly as
they gasp for air, fighting to get their courage back. They have done some damage to each other. They make one full rotation, then begin
another, at which point the crowd begins a familiar Green Tower City chant:
“FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
They move in…
PLUD! THUD!
They each score a hit
in the cunt at the same time! Both girls
drop to their asses, crying out in agony.
“OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!” They moan in pain, rubbing their wounded
vaginas, while keeping their eyes fixed one each other. The crowd noise has died down to an excited
murmur. The tension is the air is
palpable. Finally the two young fighters
rise up into a kneeling position and begin to slowly crawl towards each other
on their knees.
They inch towards
each other, their breasts heaving up and down, their arms spread slightly and tensed,
ready to strike. Suddenly…RACHEL MAKES A
MOVE!
RIIIIIIIIP!!! Rachel’s curls her fingers and rakes delivers
a NASTY upward crotch rake.
Sloan squeals in
agony.
“AAAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!” Sloan start to crumple but Rachel wraps her
arms and legs around her, preventing her from curling up in a fetal position. Both girls let out a frightened groan of
desperation as they begin to desperately struggle for the upper hand. It is clear this fight is going to end
soon. Whichever one can get on top here
will be the victress!
THUD!!! They hit the
dirt with Rachel on top! It looks like it’s
all over for the young blonde schoolgirl!
THUD!!! And Rachel
punches her out! The blonde’s arms and
legs quiver and go limp. Rachel slides
up the unconscious girl’s body, securing
her mount right across Sloan’s belly.
She cocks her fist.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Now it seems ALL the
schoolgirls are cheering for Rachel as she pulverizes Sloan’s face.
“YEAH!”
“FUCK THAT BITCH UP!”
“PUNCH HER AGAIN!”
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD!
Finally the Schoolmaster
rings the warning bell repeatedly to stop the savage beating. This is not,
after all, a death match.
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
“OK! She’s had it.
Fight’s over!”
Rachel leans back,
still straddling the completely unconscious girl. She draws a few deep breaths, then finally
stands, placing one foot on the chest of her vanquished opponent. Her large round breasts rise and fall as she heavily
sucks in deep gasps of air.
“RACHEL! RACHEL!
RACHEL! RACHEL! RACHEL!” The schoolgirls
surrounding the fenced in fighting area chant the name of the clear
winner. At long last, Rachel raises her
arms and strikes a victory pose.
DING! DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS
FIGHT….WITH A TOTAL KNOCK OUT…RACHEL!”
The victorious
brunette locks eyes with me as she holds her victory pose, and the Schoolmaster
opens the gate for me so I can kiss the winner.
Rachel keeps her foot planted firmly on the defeated blonde and presses her
sweaty body tightly against me as we make out to the delight of the small
throng of excited spectators.
“I’m just getting
started tonight, baby!” Rachel whispers
into my ear. “I have plans to put that
nasty Nicole bitch down right in front of you before we spend the night
fucking!’
With that I Rachel
takes my hand and leads ne out of the fighting area, out of the venue, down the
street and towards her small Outer City house.
She stops at a self-med booth for a brief clean up.
While I wait for
her, I wonder if she really thinks she is any match for the brutal Nicole, who
easily beat the shit out of Rachel the last time they fought just a few weeks
ago at The Junior Fight Ring.
Either way, this is
sure to be an interesting night.
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