11-24-2476 Alison vs. Jeannie

 

Alison vs. Jeannie

(The Junior Fight Ring)

After a week of exercise and simple training videos just teaching her some basic fighting moves, I set Alison up for her first fight.  She is very excited and dry humps me in her fighting panties about an hour before opening bell. 

 

“Who am I fighting?  Who am I fighting?”  She giggles excitedly in my ear as she rides me.  She is very careful not to cum, as she wants to be horny while she is fighting.  She knows it will make her more savage. 

 

“I set you up for a fight with Jeannie.”

 

“JEANNIE!  That loser!  She’s never even won a fight!  Couldn’t you find anyone better than her?”

 

“Baby I just want you to be careful.  This is your first pro fight!  I want to see what you can do!  Plus this is in a ring, so it’s totally different than fighting on a mat!”

 

Alison is giving me the silent treatment now.  She has gotten off me and is sitting in her chair, pouting.  Eventually it’s time for her to head to the ring. 

 

“Good evening fight fans!  The time has come for our first fight!  Entering the ring from the west side of the Arena, a newcomer!  In the white cotton panties:  Alison!  Alison is 18 years old and this will be her first professional fight!”

 

“BOOOO!!!”

 

“You’re about to get FUCKED UP!!!!”

 

“You should have stayed home little girl!”

 

Alison shows no reaction as she stalks towards the empty ring in the middle of the small arena.  Only about 20 or 30 women occupy the 100 seats at the Junior Fight Ring.  I warned her about the crowds in Green Tower City.  Until she gets a few wins under her waistband, she will get booed and jeered everywhere she fights.  This is also why I set her first fight up at opening bell at the JFR on a Tuesday morning.  The crowd is small, and if she does happen to lose, it won’t be in front of a very big audience. 

 

Alison climbs through the ropes with the grace of a gymnast and gets in her corner.  She leans back against the turnbuckles and reaches out her arms, stretching. 

 

“And entering the ring from the Opposite side of the arena:  in the blue and green striped panties:  JEANNIE!”

 

“BOOOOO!!!”

 

“GO BACK HOME LOSER!”

 

“YOU SUCK!!!”

 

The jeers and taunts for Jeannie are even worse than for Alison, but the pony tailed brunette doesn’t seem to notice as she quickly makes her way to the ring.  She looks cheerful and confident as she climbs through the ropes and stands in her corner, staring evilly across the ring at Alison, who stares back with just as much malice. 

 

“JEANNIE IS 22 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 0 WINS…35 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!”

 

Laughter, boos and hisses boom through the little arena, which is filling up now.  I suspect word has gotten out that I am here. 

 

“Girls this is a fight to the finish.  No killing blows allowed.  The bell will be rung when your opponent is incapacitated.  Some post KO torture will be allowed, but you will be stopped from killing your opponent.  Do you both understand these rules?”

 

“YES!”  both fighters bark simultaneously.  I can see Alison’s nipples are very hard.  She is itching to get her hands on her opponent. 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

As soon as the bell is rung the two girls charge towards each other.

 

CRACK!!!

 

Alison throws a nasty jab at Jeannie’s face and she drops onto her back like a sack of potatoes. 

 

“YOU GOT HER ALISON! YOU GOT HER!”  I yell out.  She quickly straddles Jeanie and thumps her in the stomach several times.  Even Jeanie’s fights aren’t usually over this quick.  Alison has no intention of letting her off easy though.  She wraps her fingers around Jeannie’s throat and squeezes just hard enough to inflict pain and panic, but released her grip as soon as Jeannie starts to black out.

 

CRACK!!!

 

She slaps her in the face.

 

CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!

 

“Come on!  Fight!  FIGHT!!!”

 

  Alison stands up, hauling Jeannie up to her feet by her pony tail as she does so. The older fighter is balling like a baby and begging for mercy.  Alison walks her towards one of the turnbuckles.

 

SPLAT!!!

 

Jeannie’s face hits the padded turnbuckle and ricochets back with only slightly diminished force.  She splatters to the canvas on her back and lays spread eagled and out like a light. Her body twitches a couple times, then she goes limp.  Alison mounts her, crotch to crotch. She cocks her fist.

 

THUD!

 

Blood sprays the canvas.  Jeannie’s body lurches once and goes limp.  Alison punches her again.

 

THUD!

 

More blood splatters the slate gray canvas.  Jeannie’s body lurches and goes limp.  The crowd is savoring this beating with relish.

 

“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”

 

THUD!

 

Blood splatters.  Jeannie’s body lurches, goes limo, then twitches a little, then goes limp again.  Alison cocks her fist.

 

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

 

“SHE’S FINISHED!  TAKE YOUR VICTORY POSE!”

 

Alison continues to straddle her senseless and bloodied victim for a few seconds, jutting her torpedo like breasts out in defiance.  Her chest rises and falls rapidly.  The  fight has excited her beyond anything she has ever known.  I can tell she is a born fighter.  She finally stands slowly over the spread eagled Jeannie  and places a foot casually on her belly.  She rests her hands on her hips for a second, then raises them, showing off her small  but perfect little muscles.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…ALISON!!!”

 

The crowd roars it’s approval.

 

“YEEEEEEAAAAAHHH!!!”  Alison howls ferociously, basking in the glory of her first savage conquest.  Suddenly she steps off Jeannie’s belly which elicits one final twitch from the badly mangled young woman. Alison walks to the side of the ring and climbs through the ropes to exit. 

 

Alison grabs my stiffened member and starts to lead me out of the arena with it.  I look back to see Jeanie’s mangled body being emergency bandaged while still in the ring, and then she is whisked away.  This is the worst beating she’s received in a while. 

 

“Now let’s go somewhere where I can have a real fight!”  Alison hisses in my ear.  “Otherwise you aren’t getting ANY tonight!” 

 

It’s incentive enough.  I lead Alison towards Catfight Cavern, her former workplace.

 

 

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3-18-2478 Alicia vs. Cherry

 

Alicia vs. Cherry

(The Bloody Mattress)

As per Doctor Green’s suggestion, which he made while we were at breakfast a couple hours ago,  I am starting my day out at The Bloody Mattress.  While I was enjoying my bacon and pancakes at Mel & Alice’s,  he told me the first fight of the day here would be very interesting, but wouldn’t say why, so here we are.  He has never disappointed me. 

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR TODAY’S FIRST MATTRESS FIGHT!” 

 

The tiny venue is as usual packed full of bloodthirsty women who crowd around the mall fighting cage in the middle of the open room. I have my own little enclave built in right next to the cage that allows me to sit and watch the fights, enjoying my cocktails without being crowded, and for this I am grateful. 

 

“NOW APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE….IN THE LIGHT BLUE PANTIES AND BALLET SLIPPERS OVER WHITE TIGHTS…..ALICIA!”

 

A murmur goes up from the crowd just as I crane my neck around to see the young blonde ballerina strolling quickly down the ails towards the cage.  Holy shit!  It’s the girl Lori defeated in her ballet studio five years ago!  She sees me sitting in my designated area and trots over to me, climbing into my lap and grinding her crotch against my stiffening member.

 

“Remember me baby?  This time I’m going to fucking wreck every bitch that gets in my way!”  Then she kisses me.  I kiss her back.  The crowd goes wild.  After a few moments she dismounts me and enters the cage, going to the opposite side of the brand new light blue fighting mattress.  It is completely fresh now, but by the end of the day it will be saturated with blood, urine, cum, sweat and possibly even shit stains.  The nastier it is the higher price it will fetch at tomorrow morning’s mattress auction.

 

“ALICIA IS 22 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST OUTER CITY FIGHT!”

 

 

Another quiet and uncertain murmur goes up from the crowd.   They don’t know who she is but I do.   She is almost certainly planning to get revenge on Lori at some point in the near future and I am excited to see how that turns out, but for now I will have to wait and see what she is capable of at the moment.  Lori has, after all, improved substantially since her arrival here a few years ago.  I wonder if Alicia has been training this whole time.

 

“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE CAGE…IN THE PINK PANTIES AND MATCHING THIGH HIGHS….CHERRY!”

 

A healthy cheer goes up for the lanky red head marching down the aisle.  She sidles over to my chair and lowers herself slowly into my lap, licking her sultry red lips before grinding her lips and her crotch against me to the delight of the crowd.  Alicia just glares at us from her side of the mattress.

 

“This won’t take long, baby.  Keep my trophy hard for me…”  With that she swings her leg over and hops off me, trotting happily into the cage.  She steps up onto her side of the mattress and makes a slight adjustment to the waistband of her pink cotton panties while the cage door is slammed shut and locked behind her.

 

“CHERRY IS 19 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 23 WINS…12 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!”

 

 

I have seen Cherry win some and lose some, and overall I would call her a decent brawler.  She certainly likes to fight dirty and I have seen her de-pube another girl with one swift move that completely turned the tables of the fight.  This could be a pretty decent brawl.

 

The two young fighters stare at each other from only a couple feet away.  They are trembling with anticipation, anxious to get their hands on each other, but to do so before the bell ring would be trouble for both of them, so they wait with growing anticipation.

 

Seconds pass, then minutes.

 

The tension in the small fighting venue grows palpable.  

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

THAP!!!

 

The sharp wet slap of flesh hitting flesh rings out as the two young women lock up belly to belly and begin yanking violently at each other’s hair, pressing their  bodies into one another with all their might.   They let out loud moans and groans of pain and determination as they pull and tug.  Close in fighting is pretty much the only way to go at The Bloody Mattress, especially since todays rules are nit yet established.

 

“UNGH!”  Alicia lets out a sharp grunt of surprised pain as Cherry snatches the waistband of her light blue cotton panties and gives them a sharp tug upwards.  The blonde ballerina responds in kind, grabbing Cherry’s waistband and yanking it up sharply.

 

“URK!”  Cherry squawks.  Then she knees Alicia in the crotch.

 

PLUD!!!

 

Alicia winces as she groans in agony, then drops to her knees, bringing Cherry down with her. 

 

CRACK!

 

As soon as they drop Cherry gives Alicia a SAVAGE slap across the face.  Alicia is thrown to the side and comes dangerously close to tumbling off the mattress.  I wonder if she knows how it works here?  This is the first fight of the day so the randomly rotating system of rules are as yet unknown.  Cherry grabs her by the ponytail and pulls her in close.  She slugs her in the gut as she pulls her in.  

 

THUD!!!

 

“WHOULF!”  Alicia grunts as the wind is socked out of her.  She is already in trouble.  Maybe she wasn’t ready for this after all.  But then her body moves with startling speed and I see her fist come up full throttle into Cherry’s unsuspecting jaw.

 

CRACK!

 

The EXPLOSIVE uppercut sends Cherry immediately onto her back.  Alicia senses her advantage!  She crawls forward a few inches then lifts her right leg, preparing to mount her downed foe, but Cherry brings both her feet up into Alicia’s crotch and flips her over and off the mattress, into the cage wall.

 

CRASH!!!

 

Alicia’s back hits the chain links and she drops head first into the dirt, sprawling around in the small area between the mattress and the cage. Then there is a bright blue flash and a loud buzz.

 

ZZZZZZZZZ!!!

 

Both fighters flop onto their backs, give a couple violent lurches, then go limp.  The Tazer Field has activated due to rules violation.  The door is unlocked and two mat girls rush into the cage, but stand stock still waiting for instructions.  An instant later a cold monotone female voice of The Bloody Mattress’s resident City Moderator booms through the megaphone.

 

“RULE VIOLATION.  OFFENSIVE FOUL ON CHERRY.  FACE UP ON MATTRESS.”

 

The two mat girls rush over to Cherry, who is already laying face up on one side of the mattress.  They slide her over so she is laying perfectly center of the small blue fighting mattress with her arms and legs spread out invitingly.  

 

“DEFENSIVE FOUL ON ALICIA.  FACE DOWN…HEAD TO CROTCH.”

 

Promptly the two white bikinied girls grab Alicia by the arms and feet, lift her over the mattress, spin her around, and drop her down onto Cherry so both of them have their head’s between each other’s feet.  Then they run out of the cage and lock the door behind them.

 

For a few seconds nothing happens.  Alicia and Cherry lay limply piled up like two corpses.  Then Cherry’s leg’s give a little quiver.  Alicia’s right leg slides up ever so slightly.  A low groan comes out of one of them.

 

‘OOOooooohhhhhhh….” 

 

Suddenly Alicia’s legs snap together around Cherry’s throat.  The red head squirms in pain and fear, her own mobility now returning rapidly.

 

“GAK!!!”  The blonde was just a fraction of a second faster and now she has the red head in a nasty neck scissors.  This is a move straight out of Lori’s playbook.  Cherry’s legs kick and writhe as she struggles for air or to get free from between the dancer’s legs, but it is no use. 

 

“URK! URK! URK!”  She sprays blood from her mouth as she fights desperately to get out of Alicia’s hold, but then suddenly her body gives a violent lurch and goes limp.  Alicia spreads her legs, allowing her unconscious foe to splay out across the mattress.  She is out old.

 

“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”  The crowd begins to chant, clearly all in support of the newcomer now.  Alicia looks confused and out of breath herself.  Does she even know she is in a fight?  Suddenly she looks over at her limp spread eagled  opponent and a look of awareness crosses her face.  She pounces,  straddling Cherry crotch to crotch. She cocks her fist.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

The first couple punches do little damage as Cherry’s head is cushioned substantially by the thick fighting mattress.  Unsatisfied with this, Alicia grabs her opponent by the hair and pulls her head up off the mattress with her right hand while readying another blow with her left.

 

THUD!!!

 

Fresh blood sprays the mattress and Cherry’s body twitches.  Alicia punches her again.

 

THUD!

 

And again.

 

THUD!

 

And again.

 

THUD!

 

Alicia lets Cherry’s head drop back into the mattress and takes a few seconds to catch her breath while looking around at the cheering spectators all around the fighting cage. Her round breasts rise and fall as she sucks in refreshing gulps of air and basks in the glory of her first imminent victory.

 

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”  The crowd is chanting.  I hope Alicia knows this isn’t a legal death match and if she finishes the red head off for good I will not get the opportunity to reward her for her victory as she will be immediately drug off to Green Tower City Prison.   After a few seconds of rest, she slides a little further up Cherry’s body, now straddling her stomach.  She grabs her hair again and lifts her head up off the mattress, poising it for another blow.

 

THAP!!

 The punch hits right on the bridge of Cherry’s nose and shatters it, spraying more blood across the edge of the mattress.  The red head’s body lurches violently once, quivers, then goes limp.  Alicia cocks her fist for another blow.

 

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

 The Warning Bell echoes out over the cheering crowd. 

THUD!  Alicia buries her fist deep into Cherry’s face one last time, getting another jerk out of  her otherwise limp body, then she stands slowly while the crowd goes wild.  She plants a foot in the vanquished fighter’s belly and raises her arms in victory.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…ALICIA!!!”

  

The blonde dancer holds her pose while she waits for me to enter the fighting cage.  I step up onto the mattress, being careful not to step on the badly injured fighter under Alicia’s foot.  She pulls me in close, pressing her sweaty body against me as we kiss to the delight of the fans.  Then she roughly boots Cherry off the mattress and into the dirt ground between the cage wall and the edge of the mattress.  She pulls me down and slips her panties and tights down just enough for me to enter her.   In her current state of intense arousal, it doesn’t take long to finish her and she lets out a loud moan of pleasure as she cums.

 

“OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh….”  She wraps her arms and legs around me and pulls me in for a tight squeeze before relaxing again with a sweet smile on her face.  She leans forward and kisses the side of my face before whispering in my ear.

 

“You better tell that slut Lori to watch her back!”  The she slides out from under me and trots down the ails to the cheers of her new found fanbase.

 

So now there are two “Fighting Ballerinas” in the city.  This could get very interesting.

  

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Cherry

 

Cherry’s birthplace is unknown, but she spent some of her teen years in The Slums as a member of the Rose Hill Gang.  She quickly rose through the gang ranks as a savage and dirty fighter, killing many opponents during her time there.  Eventually she starts fighting in the Outer City and begins too make a halfway decent career for herself.  She made it through The Wall early in the morning on her 18^th birthday and has become a force to be reckoned with, though her cocky attitude has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion.

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3-18-2478 Alicia vs. Cherry

 

11-6-2473 (2) Lucy vs. Miranda

 

Lucy vs. Miranda

(Catfight Cavern)

A very satisfied Penelope leaves the Trophy Room and I go back to my mat side seat for the next bout.

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…NOW APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN THE BLUE PANTIES….LUCY!”

 

A roar of approval goes up for the nasty veteran brawler.  She is a fan favorite in the city.  She strolls slowly and confidently down the long ails to get to the fighting mat.  She stops for a quick make out session that delights the bloodthirsty spectators, then she steps up onto the big blue mat and takes her place in the corner. 

 

“LUCY IS 23 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 12 WINS…4 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!”

 

More cheers as the tall lanky red head waits patiently in her corner for her opponent to be announced.

 

“AND NOW…ENTERING THE ARENA FROM THE WEST ENTRANCE…IN THE WHITE SMILEY FACE PANTIES….MIRANDA!”

 

Another roar of approval goes up from the crowd as the equally tall and lanky blonde fighter makes her way casually down the aisle.  This is going to be a good fight!  I saw them duke it out once at The Mat Room a few months ago and I’m sure there is still plenty of bad blood between the two.  Miranda strolls over to where I am sitting, swings a leg over my lap and plops down, facing me.  She gives Lucy a sneer and then kisses me to the joy of the crowd.   Lucy just glares at us in silence, her hands on her hips.   Miranda finally dismounts, leaving me with a stiffy as she steps up onto the mat and goes to her corner opposite the glaring red head.  The hatred between the two young female fighters is palpable.

 

“MIRANDA IS 20 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 56 WINS…14 LOSSES….AND 5 KILLS!”

 

Though younger, Miranda has been in the City much longer than Lucy who only recently began a GTC pro career after leaving New Australia early this year.   The crowd seems pretty evenly divided in who they are rooting for.  Both of these women are known for being violent fighters who love to use their boots to their advantage. As usual I am to remain impartial, though I will happily reward whichever of them emerges from the bout victorious.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

The fighters step out of their corners, raise their fists, and quickly move towards the center of the big fighting mat.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

They quickly pummel each other with a barrage of savage face and body blows.  The crowd erupt into a bloodlust frenzy.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

 The dull hollow sound of clenched fists slamming into flesh punctuates the air as the two fighters continue to pound away at each other.  Blood sprinkles the canvas.  The tenacity of these two women is remarkable. 

 

THUD!

 Lucy scores a brutal jab right into Miranda’s face and the blonde is sent staggering back a few steps.  She quickly shakes it off and spins her body, nailing Lucy in the midsection with the heel of her boot.

 

PLUD!

 

“OOF!”  Lucy winces in pain and starts to double over.  Miranda steps forward and snatches her ponytail, keeping her from tumbling forward.

 

“COME ON BITCH!  I’M GONNA PUT YOU D-UNGH!!!”  Lucy cuts her off with a nasty punch in the crotch and the blonde loses her grip and stumbles back.  Lucy takes a step back and now they begin to slowly circle each other, their breasts rising and falling rapidly as they each try to catch their breath.  As they begin their second rotation they raise their fists.  They take another couple steps around each other then move in again.

 

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

 

The brutal barrage of blows rings out over the din of cheering women and finally, after almost a full minute of hits they lock up in a tight bearhug, both of them bloody and exhausted.

 

“OOOOhhhhhh…” Miranda moans as she presses her body into her enemy.

 

“OOOoohhhOOhhhh” Lucy responds and they grab each other’s waistbands at the same time and give a little tug.

 

“UNGH!!!”  They grunt and stagger around the ring, clutching each other tightly as the crowd begins to shout encouragement to one of them or the other.

 

“GET HER MIRANDA!”

 

“COME ON LUCY!  FUCK THAT BITCH UP!!!”

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

 

Still clutching each other’s panties with their left hands, they both grab a handful of hair with their right hands.

 

“AAAAAHHHH!!!”  Lucy wails.

 

“OOOOhhhh GOD!  YOU BITCH!!!”  Miranda moans.

 

THUD!  Lucy takes an up close knee to the crotch.

 

“UNGH!!! OOOOHhhhhhh…”

 

THUD!  Miranda takes a knee to the crotch.

 

“ACK!!! YOU SLUT!!!” 

 

They exchange a few more knees to the crotch as the crowd goes wild.

 

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

And then they fall apart, landing on their butts a couple feet away from each other with a loud dull…

 

THUD!

 

They quickly scoot back away from each other.  Lucy rolls over onto her side, massaging her wounded womanhood.  Miranda continues sitting up, but she also puts both her hands down over her hurt crotch and sobs in pain.  They are both taking some punishment in this violent brawl and the bloodthirsty women of Green Tower City are loving it.  I’m wondering if either of them are going to be capable of victory sex after this nasty fight.  Miranda and Lucy struggle to their hands and knees and begin to slowly circle each other.

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”  The crowd chants as the two battered brawlers rotate slowly around the perimeter of the mat, keeping each other on the opposite side as they glare at each other with murderous intent. They make two slow deliberate rotations, then suddenly scamper towards each other, meeting once again in the center of the blood spattered mat.

 

PLAP!!!

 

Their bellies slap together as they lock up on their knees, again grabbing each other’s waistbands and hair and letting out a blood curdling series of screams and moans as they struggle to topple each other.

 

“UNGH!”

 

“OOOHHhhhhhh…”

 

“AHHH!!!”

 

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OOOH!!!”

 

And then they hit the mat on their sides, facing each other.  Each of them has one leg up, ready to go for a mount.  The crowd is exploding with excitement as the struggle becomes even more intense.  It is clear that this fight isn’t going to last much longer, one way or another.

 

THUD!  Lucy buries a fist deep in Miranda’s gut.  The blonde winces in agony and begins to fall back.  Lucy has her!  She lifts her leg, ready to mount her foe.

 

“AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!”   But Miranda nails her with a crotch rake just as she goes for the straddle.  Lucy drops back onto her butt.  Miranda rears up onto her haunches.  Lucy lunges forward and they exchange a face slap each.

 

CRACK!

 

CRACK!

 

Their already bloodied faces are reddened deeper by the slaps.  Suddenly they grab each other by the throats with both hands and a strangling fight commences.

 

“GAK! GAK! GAK!”

 

It is a vicious, savage stalemate as the two brawlers try desperately to choke each other out.

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT”

 

Suddenly Miranda’s eyes widen in terror as the red head seems to be getting the upper hand. Lucy starts to rise up, torturously dragging the blonde up with her. Miranda lets go of her opponent’s neck and claws desperately at Lucy’s wrists, trying to dislodge them from her throat.  It looks like Lucy is winning. She gets to her feet, pulling Miranda up with her.

 

“GAK!!! GAK!! GAK!!!”  Miranda lets out short choking yelps of agony, spitting a fine spray of blood into her tormentor’s face.  Her eyes are rolling up into her head. 

 

“I’VE GOT YOU BITCH!”  Lucy howls, then suddenly throws Miranda down to the mat with all her strength.

 

THUD!!!

 

Miranda hits the ground with a loud thud and flops around like a fish out of water, coughing and wheezing, clutching at her ravaged throat.   Lucy slowly circles her, taking a moment to adjust the waistband of her blue panties while smirking down at her hapless prey.

 

“FINISH HER!”  Someone yells out.

 

“YOU GOT HER LUCY! YOU GOT HER!”

 

Miranda finally gets her gagging under control and starts to crawl towards the edge of the mat.

 

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”  Lucy yells as she grabs Miranda by the hair and panties and starts to pull her back up.  

 

“”OOOohhhh…”  Miranda lets out a slow tortured moan as she is hauled back up, then suddenly she lunges forward and brings a knee up into Lucy’s crotch.

 

PLUD!!!  She follows it with a savage face slap.

 

CRACK!!!  And then another knee to the crotch.

 

THUD!!!  Lucy goes limp and collapses against Miranda, who quickly wraps her up in a headlock and delivers three quick jabs to the face, splattering fresh blood across the mat.

 

THAP! THAP! THAP!

 

Then she suddenly swings Lucy around and clamps her in a sleeper.  Now it seems the crowd’s favor all swings to Miranda’s side.  The red head is in serious trouble.  Her body twitches and lurches, but she clearly has no strength left. 

 “YOU GOT HER MIRANDA!”

 “DO HER! DO HER! DO HER!”

 Lucy’s body gives one big lurch, then her arms fall limply to her sides.  She is out cold.  Miranda holds her up for another three seconds, then lets her flop to the mat, face first.

 

SPLAT!!!

 

Lucy face plants into the inch thick fighting mat.  Her legs and arms stiffen a couple times then go completely slack.  Miranda cunt punts her from behind.

 

PLUD!

 

Lucy’s pelvis is tossed into the air and back down to the mat, but she remains unconscious.  Miranda gives her another.

 

PLUD!

 

“FUCKING WHORE!”  She howls and gives Lucy a third doggy style cunt punt.

 

PLUD!

 

The spectators are going WILD.  Miranda circles her vanquished opponent, then strolls up to the back of her head and begins raising a booted foot up high over the back of Lucy’s skull.

 

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

 

She pauses in mid stomp as the Warning Bell is frantically sounded. 

 

“FUCK!”  She yells in disappointment.  Then she gives Lucy a stomp right between the shoulder blades.

 THUD!!!

 

The red head’s body gives one final lurch then goes limp.  Miranda places her foot on the defeated girl’s butt and shows her muscles to the crowd in triumph.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….MIRANDA!!!” 

 

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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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6-10-2473 Melinda vs. Valerie

 

Melinda vs. Valerie

(Daisy Duke’s)

It is 11:30 and the Twins have left my little bedroom above Daisy Duke’s where I have rewarded them with a threesome after their latest victory.  Now it is just about time for the last fight of the evening, so I go back downstairs to my ringside seat to watch.  I will spend the night with whichever girl emerges victorious from this final bout of the day.

 

I get there just in time for the arrival of the first fighter.

 

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

 

A small cheer goes up from the crowd.  They know that I will be taking the victress of this bout upstairs to my apartment for the night, and the action is bound to get pretty nasty.

 

“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE BLACK PANTIES…MELINDA!” The petite short haired brunette strolls down the small aisle, stops to make out with me for a few seconds, then climbs into the ring.  The crowd boos her.  She is a jobber and almost never wins a fight.   Unless her opponent is another jobber such as Alyssa, Jeannie, or Geri, she is probably going to be leaving the ring on a stretcher.

 

“MELINDA IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 2 WINS…37 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!!!”

 

“BOOO!!!!” 

 

“SSSSSSSS!!!”

 

“YOU SUCK, BIMBO!”

 

The young brunette pays no attention to the taunts of the crowd.

 

“AND NOW…APROACHING THE RING…IN THE LEOPARD PRINT PANTIES, FISHNETS and COMBAT BOOTS….VALERIE!”

 

The crowd erupts in cheers and my pants tighten a bit as the voluptuous raven haired brawler strolls quickly down the aisle towards the ring.  She pays no attention to me as she climbs through the ropes, probably well aware of the fact that she is going to quickly dispatch the younger fighter.

 

“VALERIE IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS…1 LOSS AND 1 KILL!!!”

 

The cheering of the crowd intensifies.  Valerie hasn’t been here that long but has already made a decent impression.  I have to admit a small amount of admiration for Melinda, who doesn’t seem in the slightest bit worried, though personally I suspect she is going to be unconscious and bloody before too much more time elapses.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

The two fighters step out of their corners and begin to circle.  Melinda has her fists up, ready to scrap, and Valerie has a smirk on her face as they make one full rotation.  Then…

 

THAP!!!

 

Valerie nails Melinda in the face with a jab.  Blood sprays from the brunette’s face as she is sent staggering back several steps.  Valerie steps forward and punches her in the gut, doubling her over.

 

THUD!!!

 

“OOF!!!”  Melinda bends forward, covering her belly, and Valerie grabs her by her hair, pulling her back up.

 

“COME ON!  FIGHT!”  She demands, then slaps the brunette in the face.

 

CRACK!!!

 

Melinda stumbles back into the ropes, her arms pinwheeling.  She bounces off, stumbles forward, and is met with the heel of Valerie’s boot right in her crotch.

 

PLUD!!!

 

“WHOULF!!!”  Melinda flops face first to the canvas. She lets out an anguished moan and frantically begins to squirm away from her attacker, whimpering like a baby. 

 

Valerie gives her a doggy style cunt punt that lifts her pelvis into the air an drops it heavily to the canvas.

 

PLUD!!!

 

“GAAAHH!!!  I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE!”  Melinda shrieks as she reaches for the corner post, trying to pull herself away from her tormentor.  Valerie walks up and stomps her in the back of the head. 

 

SPLAT!!!

 

Melinda is knocked out cold with her ass up in the air.  Valerie raises her foot for another stomp.

 

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

 

The Warning Bell is rung frantically to stop the assault.  Valerie stops in mid stomp, then turns and raises her arms in victory, not wanting to spend 5 years in prison for a dirty kill of a worthless jobber.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….VALERIE!!!”

 

I take her upstairs to my little apartment.  She is not even remotely satisfied from the “fight” against Melinda and issues a challenge to an old enemy of hers, Raija.

 

 

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