IN THIS CORNER: IN
THE RED PANTIES AND MATCHING WRESTLING BOOTS:
RACHEL!”
The busty brunette doesn’t seem at all fazed by the boos and
hisses that greet her announcement. She
is generally despised in the city not only because she rarely wins a fight, but
because she bought her Pro Fighter’s Card instead of fighting for it like most
girls do. In spite of this she always
looks like she thinks she’s going to win at the beginning of each bout. She relaxes against the turnbuckle in her corner
while the rest of her introduction is called out to the small group of
spectators.
“BOOOOO!!!!”
“YOU SUCK, LOSER!”
Rachel simply smiles and waves out at the crowd as if they
are cheering her on.
“AND IN THIS CORNER: IN THE LIGHT GREEN PANTIES AND MATCHING WRESTLING BOOTS: HOLLY!!!”
The small crowd cheers loudly for the relative newcomer. Holly has only been in the city a little over a year now but has already made a good impression. She simply glares across the ring at her opponent, anxious to get her hands on the older girl.
“Holly is 19 years old!
Her GTC record stands at 35 wins, 8 losses and 3 kills!”
“HOLLY! HOLLY! HOLLY!”
DING! DING! DING!
The two fighters slowly stride towards the center of the
ring and begin circling, They adopt a
grappler’s stance as they side stop around each other, looking for a good
opening to begin the battle. Suddenly
Rachel lunges forward and punches Holly in the face! The blonde stumbles back,
blood trickling from her nose and mouth.
The color commentator crackles over the speaker:
“WHOA! I didn’t see
that one coming! Looks like Rachel might
actually be here to fight today!”
“BITCH!!!” Holly
howls and lunges forwards, grabbing Rachel by her large breasts nd squeezing,
driving her back into the ropes.
“AHHHHHH!!!!” Rachel shrieks, tears streaming down her reddened face as blood begins to seep out of her already mangled boobs. The excitement of the crowd increases now that both fighters are already bloodied.
“AHHHHHH!!!!” Rachel shrieks, tears streaming down her reddened face as blood begins to seep out of her already mangled boobs. The excitement of the crowd increases now that both fighters are already bloodied.
“FUCK HER UP!!!!” Somebody yells over the din of
yelling spectators.
In true form Rachel is already whimpering for mercy,
realizing only seconds into the “fight” that she is once again hopelessly outmatched
here. Holly pays no heed and lifts a
knee up hard into the brunette’s crotch.
“WHOULF!!!” Rachel
would probably collapse face first to the canvas on her own, but Holly doesn’t
let her drop and pushes her across the ring to press her into the ropes on the
opposite side, perhaps in order to allow the entire arena to get a glimpse of
Rachel’s destruction
THUD! Holly gives her
victim another knee to the crotch, then slaps her in the face a couple times to
keep her from losing consciousness. Rachel
collapses into the turnbuckle and hangs there, barely cognizant. Holly steps back to admire her work, wiping
the small trickle of blood off her own face.
Then she slaps Rachel in the face again and grabs one of her injured
boobs.
“AIIIEEEEEE!!!!”
Rachel instantly comes to with a blood curdling squeal of agony. Holly yanks her out of the corner by her tit
and lets her flop face down onto the canvas.
The crowd erupts into even louder cheers and howls. Rachel is openly sobbing now and begins
trying to desperately scamper to the other side of the ring, no doubt meaning
to escape, as she has done from countless fights in which she was quickly shown
to be the inferior brawler. Holly leisurely
strolls along behind her and, right before her prey gets to the edge of the
ring, reaches down and snatches a handful of her curly brown hair.
“You’re PATHETIC!”
Holly yells as she pulls the whimpering jobber up to her feet by the
hair.
“PLEASE! I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE!” Rachel moans and the crotch of her red
panties darkens as she pisses herself.
Holly slaps her in the face a couple more times, then puts her in a brutal
sleeper. Rachel struggles, her arms and
legs flopping about uselessly as she tries to get out of the finisher, but it’s
no use. Within seconds her eyes roll up
into her head and she goes limp.
PLUD!!! Rachel’s body
bounces slightly as Holly lets her flop to the canvas, then goes completely limp
again. Holly slowly circles her finished
opponent as the crowd shouts encouragement for her to continue the beating. After a couple trips around the defeated jobber,
Holly reaches down and grabs her by the hair and the waistband of her panties,
pulling her back up. Rachel is still completely
unconscious as the blonde brawler hoist her up into the air, flips her around,
and pile drives her head into the canvas hard enough to make the whole ring shake.
Rachel’s body jerks once and goes limp
again. She is in serious trouble.
DING!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
The warning bell is rung frantically as Holly continues to straddle
her victim at the head, gasping for breaths of air as she peers out at the
bloodthirsty crowd. They would love to
see an illegal kill, even if it means Holly will be drug off to prison
immediately and they continue to chant.
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” But by this time a City Mod is climbing into
the ring, wearing referee garb. She blows
her whistle and points at the victorious fighter.
“SHE’S DONE! TAKE A
PIN AND A POSE!”
“Hmph!” Holly grunts and rolls the limp body of Rachel over
onto her back and pulls up a leg, performing a completely unnecessary three
count pin.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT: HOLLY!!!”
The crowd cheers and chants Holly’s name as she climbs out of the ring and
joins Ishmael in the Trophy Room for her victory sex. A med and two mat girls rush into the ring
and begin working on Rachel, who will wake up in the hospital in a couple days,
once again simply lucky to be alive.
