After pleasuring Rita for her victory in my little apartment
upstairs at Daisy Duke’s, I leave her there to rest up from her battle and go
down to watch what is probably to be the last fight of the night. When I get to my seat I see that veteran
brawler Sara, a regular at Daisy Duke’s, is already in the ring waiting for her
opponent to arrive. They are just
finishing her introduction as I make myself comfortable.
SARA IS 20 YEARS OLD… HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 53 WINS…12
LOSSES…and 9 KILLS!”
The tall lanky brunette relaxes confidently against the turnbuckle
in her corner and gives me a sultry smile.
The record that has been read out only reflects the fights Sara has had
in the Outer City and does not include her Professional bouts from the Inner
City. Personally I haven’t seen her lose
too many fights in my months here in Green Tower City, so I wonder who her
opponent will be and whether or not she will be a match for the pig tailed Sara. I don’t have long to wait.
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE DAISY DUKE RING…IN THE LAVENDER PANTIES
AND BALLET SLIPPERS OVER WHITE TIGHTS….FIGHTING IN HER FIRST OUTER CITY MATCH…LORI
THE FIGHTING BALLERINA!!!”
A groan goes up from
the crowd among scattered boos and hisses. I am the only person in the small fighting venue
who has ever seen this girl in action, and it was against another ballerina in
Girl’s Town about five days ago. When she sees me sitting in my seat at ringside
she smiles and runs over to me, climbing into my lap and kissing me.
“Hey baby! I’m going to
win another fight just for you!” she
says excitedly. I glance up at Sara, who
is glaring at the red haired ballerina straddling me in my chair with contempt.
“Are you sure you want to start out against Sara? She’s a pretty tough fighter!” I tell Lori, though it would be career
suicide for her to chicken out now
“HMPH!” Lori
replies. “That bitch looks like a low priced
SLUT! I’m going to wipe the canvas with
her. You’ll see!” With that Lori
dismounts me and hops energetically into the ring, giving Sara a sneer before
she turns and walks slowly to her corner.
She hen spins around and performs a quick pirouette for the unimpressed spectators.
“LORI IS 23 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST FIGHT IN THE
CITY!” Lori seems completely unphased by
the shower of boos, hisses and insults she is given from the small crowd of
about 200 female spectators. As usual I maintain silence and apparent
neutrality. Truth be told however I really like Lori and would love to see the
ballerina win this fight, though I don’t have much hope for that. I take a large swig of my gin n tonic to calm
my nerves. Girls get badly hurt here and
although death matches are technically illegal at Daisy Duke’s, there have been
a few clean kills over the years, and I wouldn’t put anything past the brutal
Sara.
DING!
DING! DING!
With no hesitation the two women leave their corners and
take a few measured steps forward. In the
small Daisy Duke ring it only takes fighters a couple seconds to get to the
center of the ring, where they slowly begin to circle, sizing each other
up. Lori takes one cautious step after
another, eyeing the lanky brunette up and down. Sara shakes her fists, anxious to begin the fight.
“Come on, slut! Let’s
FIGHT!” Sara yells and Lori suddenly
makes a move, surprising everyone with her lightening speed. In an instant she has the Sara caught in a head
lock and is maneuvering her around the small ring.
THAP!!! Lori gives Sara a jab to the face. A small murmur of surprise rises from the
crowd. Everyone expected this to be a
short one sided beat down. With incredible
grace the fighting ballerina hauls Sara around the small ring, then reaches up
for one of her bushy brown pig tails.
“What’s the matter slut?
Never been up against a dancer bef-OOOOHHHH!!!” Lori’s whole body is lifted off the canvas
from the force of the stomach punch Sara gives her.
THUD!!! Another belly blow
sends the ballerina staggering backward, arms flailing. Sara steps
in and gives her a nasty jab to the face and Lori is sent into the ropes, blood
pouring from her nose. She is in trouble. She stumbles forward
off the ropes, ready to belly flop to the canvas, but Sara catches her and
pulls her in close, giving her another jab to the gut.
"UNGH!!!"
Lori grunts loudly. The crowd is getting worked up, excited by the
violence.
"YEAH!!! FUCK HER UP
SARA!"
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Sara is holding Lori's body in close, giving her repeated jabs to the
stomach. Lori clings to her attacker, desperately trying to hold her
close so as to avoid more of the painful stomach punches. Only a few
seconds into the fight and it looks like Lori is pretty much done for. Sara pulls the dancer in close and murmurs
something into her ear, probably a promise of how she is going to be fucking me
later, a common taunt among the fighting ladies of Green Tower City. Lori responds predictably, suddenly seeming
to be charged with new energy She howls
with rage and a quick standing grappling match ensues between the two women.
THUD!!! The small ring
shakes as the two entwined fighters suddenly drop to their knees. Sara swiftly reaches up and gives Lori a couple
face slaps.
CRACK! CRACK! Lori’s body quivers from the blows and she
tries to grab Sara and pull her in but the veteran brawler is now in complete
control of the fight. She wraps her arms around the red haired dancer and
within a few seconds has her trapped in an agonizing sleeper hold. She twists Lori’s body around, clearly making
it a point to show me her freckled face and her bright green eyes fluttering
closed. Sara is demonstrating that she
could easily finish Lori off right now if she so desired. She wants me to know who the superior woman
in the ring is. However I fear that Sara
has more punishment in store for my little ballerina girlfriend.
“Gurgle….” Lori sputters out a bloody groan as she goes under. She lays there in Sara’s arms, completely
limp, but then the pig tailed fighter suddenly gives her a couple rapid slaps
to the face.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Unnnghhh?!” Lori groans as she comes to. Sara quickly grabs her by the hair and
waistband of her light purple panties and starts dragging her up to her feet.
THUD!!! She gives Lori a
quick knee to the crotch, lifting her off her feet again. Lori collapses limply against Sara’s lithe
muscular body and takes a couple more face slaps.
CRACK! CRACK! Lori’s body shudders. Sara grabs her by the pony tail and hauls her
to a turnbuckle facing me. She swings Loris
head way back and…..
THAP!!! The turnbuckle shakes as Sara slams the poor
dancer’s face into it. Sara hauls her
back again and slams her face down again.
THUD!!! Blood is streaming down Lori’s
face now and she is out cold but Sara is holding her dead weight up by the hair
and a firm grip on the waistband of her panties.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Again and again Sara slams the dancer’s face into the brown cloth covered
turnbuckle. It occurs to me that Lori is
lucky there are turnbuckles on the ring tonight. Daisy Duke’s alternates between this ring and
another more primitive one that is simply ropes wrapped around wood posts. The ring they are using tonight is normally
only used for special events and tournaments. After several face smashes, Sara finally,…
mercifully allows Lori’s limp body to collapse backwards to the canvas with a
heavy thump. She lays there twitching as
the spectators begin chanting her name.
“SARA! SARA! SARA! SARA!
SARA!” I slurp down the last of my drink
and wave my glass to get another. I have
to be prepared to fulfill my duty as the trophy fuck for winner of fights in
Green Tower City, and it looks pretty certain that that winner tonight is going
to be Sara. Another drink is quickly supplied and Sara stands menacingly over
her twitching victim, then plops down heavily, her butt smashing Lori in the
face when she comes down. She sits there
comfortably on her unconscious mount, and cocks her fist over Lori’s gut.
THAP!!! Lori’s body quivers from the force of the blow
to her stomach. Sara gives me a sweet smile and cocks her fist again.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!
THAP! THAP! With each gut punch Lori’s
legs jerk up in the air and flop back to the canvas. Her belly turns red and bloody. A pool of blood is forming around her head
from the face pounding she took on the turnbuckle earlier. I begin to wonder how much more punishment
she can take.
The crowd is going wild.
“FUCK HER UP! FUCK
HER UP! FUCK HER UP!” They
chant in unison. Sara scoots her butt a
little lower down Lori’s helpless body and gives the poor girl a nasty crotch
rake. Lori’s body quivers violently and
re-markedly she lets out another pained moan of agony. I can’t believe she is conscious again. I am really starting to worry that it might
be over for the little ballerina for good.
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
At long last the warning
bell is frantically rung. This means Lori’s
vital signs are dangerously low. If Sara
continues her attack and kills her now, she will be hauled off to Green Tower City
Prison for five years. Sara sneers with
contempt and slowly stands over her convulsing victim. She lift one of her booted feet…
THUD!!! And drives it sharply down into Lori’s face,
just hard enough to put her under for the count. Lori’s body jerks one final time and goes
limp. Sara places a foot on Lori’s
stomach and raises her arms. The fight
is over.
DING! DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER……..SARA!!!!”
The victorious brunette
brawler lifts her foot off her destroyed opponent and saunters around the ring,
basking in the chants of her name.
“SARA! SARA! SARA!” I take down the last gulp of my gin n’ tonic
and climb into the ring. Sara quickly saunters
over to me and wraps her arms around me, pressing her crotch against my hardening
member as our lips smash together and her tongue works it’s way into my mouth,
wrestling with mine. The crowd roars it’s
delight. I sneak a glimpse at Lori, who
is now being carted out of the ring by two mat girls. She will wake up in the hospital, probably in
a day or two, and will require extensive plastic surgery before she is her
usual pretty self again. Her first foray
into semi-professional fighting has not gone well at all and I wonder if I will
ever see my little red haired ballerina again. Sara gives my ear a little
nibble and whispers to me.
“Let’s go back to my place
for the night baby. That old skank
Nicole has been talking shit and it’s about to be ON.” The thought of the two veterans tearing into
each other over me in a bedroom scrap momentarily takes my mind off the
destroyed dancer and I escort the victorious fighter through the ropes. We make our way out of Daisy Duke’s and start
on our way to Sara’s apartment, just a few blocks away.
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was actually the first time I drew Lori, waaaaaay back around 2002. Her origin has always been the same, a dancer who has never been in a fight before gets turned on when she ends up winning a fist fight against another dancer, only to find out she's not as tough as she thought when she enters the dangerous world of underground fighting.)
