10-19-2475 Rachel vs. Randi

Rachel vs. Randi

(The Junior Fight Ring)

After breakfast, I head over to The Junior Fight Ring, where the opening scheduled match up should be an interesting battle between two of the weakest jobbers currently in the city, Rachel and Randi. Rachel has been in the city almost as long as I have and has one of the lowest win to loss records on record, whereas Randi has only been here a few months and hasn’t won a fight yet!  This should be an interesting fight.  I always love to see two jobbers go at it.  You never know who will win these match ups. I finish up my meal and Doctor Green and I head out the door and make our way over to The Junior Fight Ring.  We arrive a little early but management here is ALWAYS pleased to see us and they open up the doors and let me come sit down in my usual ring side seat.  Word soon gets out that I am in attendance and the venue quickly fills up all around me. 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL! WELCOME TO THE JUNIOR FIGHT RING!”

Wild cheers and applause boom out from the all female spectators surrounding me.  I take a sip of my cocktail.

“FOR OUR FIRST MATCH UP….A JOBBER FIGHT!”

Many explosive cheers ring out.  Jobber fights are always a favorite.  Of course, so are one sided fights, long epic battles, pretty much any kind of fight is happily regarded here in Green Tower City.

“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE RED PANTIES AND MATCHING WRESTLING BOOTS….RACHEL!”

Boos hisses and laughter greet the curly haired brunette girl as she walks down the aisle towards the ring.  She shouts insults back at many of the spectators as she walks, and almost dives into the crowd after a particularly nasty heckler, but she knows that will not work out in her favor and she continues to make her way to the ring.  She sees me sitting in my ring side seat and seems to forget all about the cat calling spectators and rushes over to straddle my lap for a pre-fight make out session.

“MMmmmmm”  she moans with pleasure as she dismounts me.

“I’m glad you’re here to see me win another fight baby!”  She says as she walks towards the ring.  Considering she almost never wins a fight it seems like an odd thing to say.  She climbs through the ropes and goes to her corner.

“RACHEL IS 23 YEARS OLD!   HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 19 WINS….52 LOSSES AND 0 KILLS!”

“BOOOO!!!!!”

“YOU SUCK BITCH!!”

“GO BACK TO THE SUBURBS LOSER!”

Rachel simply stretches against the turnbuckles in her corner of the ring.

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LIGHT BLUE PIN STRIPED PANTIES…RANDI!!!”

A small murmur goes up from the crowd as the blonde curly haired jobber runs down the aisle.  If any fighter other than maybe Jeannie or Melinda was more pathetic than Rachel,  this is it.  Randi also spots me sitting in my ring side chair and runs over, excitedly climbing into my lap for a lap dance and make out session.  Rachel sneers at us from inside the ring.

A few minutes pass and Randi finally dismounts me and slowly climbs into the ring, keeping a cautious eye on Rachel, who seems ready to pounce on her immediately.   Randi goes to her corner.

“RANDI IS 25 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 0 WINS, 15 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!!!”

“BOOOOOO!!!!”

“HSSSSSSSS!!!”

There doesn’t seem to be too much love for either of these girls, but still, one of them will end up winning this fight. 

A few moments pass while the young jobbers glare at each other from their respective corners.  Then, finally…

DING! DING! DING!

Rachel and Randi step out of their corners and slowly walk towards each other.  When they get about ten feet away from the center of the ring they begin to circle with their arms outstretched.  Slowly, cautiously side stepping around the center of the ring.  They both look a little nervous now that the fight has officially begun.  They make 2 full rotations and start another.  Rachel takes a step forward but hesitates, then Randi does the same.  Then, without warning, they both lunge forward and exchange a couple wild punches that glance off the side of each other’s heads.

THUD! THUD!

Then they lock up in a hair pulling bear hug.

“UNGH!!!”

“ACK!!!!”

“YOU SLUT!!!”

“OH! OH! OH! OH!”

They stagger around the ring in a drunken slow dance, fingers tangled in each other’s curly hair.  The crowd starts to get worked up.

“YEAH!!!”

“YANK THAT BITCH’S HAIR OUT!”

“COME ON FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Rachel raises one of her booted feet and slams the heel into Randi’s crotch, still yanking on her long blonde curly hair while pressing her boot into the girls’ crotch.  Randi lets out a tortured howl of agony.

“AAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!”  She lets go of Rachel’s hair and reaches down for her boot, but then Rachel kicks forward, sending her tumbling backward.

“UNGH!”  Randi’s arms pinwheel as she stumbles backward.  Rachel takes a couple steps back.  Randi manages to stay on her feet.  Suddenly the two jobbers raise their fits and lunge forward into another exchange of punches.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

The crowd explodes with excitement as the two jobbers lay into each other.  If either of them were fighting a more able opponent they would certainly have been finished off by now, but when you put two weak fighters against each other, you sometimes end up with a decent brawl.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Blood sprinkles the air as Rachel and Randi pummel each other.  After several intense seconds of fist fighting they collapse into a bear hug, panting and moaning with exhaustion, fear and agony.

“OOohhhh…you fucking CUNT!”  Rachel hisses as she presses into her opponents sweaty body.

“…(gasp!)…I’ll fucking….(gasp)…waste you…(gasp!)…”  Randi responds breathlessly and they stagger around the ring, clutching each other around the waist. 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”  The crowd starts its usual chant.  The bloodthirsty women of Green Tower City are SO predictable.

At pretty much the same time, Randi and Rachel reach up and grab each other by the hair with both hands.  Still grinding their bellies together they yank and tug at each other’s thick curly hair, letting out anguished grunts and occasional yelps of pain.

“UNGH!”

“OHHH!!!”

“AAAHHH!!!!”

“OH! OH! OH!”

They begin to stumble from one end of the ring to the other, neither girl gaining any clear advantage.  Finally Rachel manages to push Randi into a corner.  She lets go of the blonde’s hair with her right hand and gives her a nasty face slap.

CRACK!!!

“OOOhhhh!!!”  Randi moans in pain and slumps into the turnbuckles.  Rachel places one booted foot on the bottom rope for leverage and bucks her pelvis into her foe’s crotch.

THUD!!!

“UNGH!”  Randi lets out a loud grunt.  It’s starting to look like Rachel is wearing her down.  They are both lousy fighters, but the brunette has a bit more experience now, not to mention a slight tactical advantage with her wrestling boots.  Rachel slaps her again.

CRACK!!!

Randi’s head is thrown to the side, and it is clear she would topple to the canvas if Rachel wasn’t pressed up against her.

“COME ON!  COME ON AND FIGHT!”  Rachel howls, suddenly seeming very confident in her ability to defeat this opponent.

THUD!  She knees her in the crotch, making Randi’s limp body lurch against the turnbuckles.

“YEAH!!! FINISH HER!”  Someone in the crowd shouts.   Rachel suddenly has a fan.

THUD!!!  She knees Randi in the crotch again.  Then she places her left foot on the bottom rope, keeping Randi’s limp body pinned into the corner with her crotch.  She slaps her again.

CRACK!!!  Then she grabs Randi’s hair with both hands and lifts her right foot, placing it on the middle rope.  Randi’s legs twitch slightly as she is being corner mounted.  Rachel then lifts her left leg and now she is standing on the middle ropes with both feet, keeping her barely conscious victim pinned into the corner.   She keeps Randi’s hair firmly gripped in her left hand and cocks her right fist.

CRACK!!!

NOBODY sees the face slap from Randi coming, and Rachel’s head is thrown back from the impressive force of the blow.  She topples backward, but does not let go of Randi’s hair pulling her down with her as she falls. 

THUD!!!

The tangled bodies of the fighters hit the canvas HARD, with Randi on top.  Rachel’s arms and legs splay out limply and Randi lies on top of her, twitching.  The crowd boos and hisses.

“COME ONE!  FIGHT!”

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Randi finally lets out a long tortured moan as she rolls off of her seemingly unconscious opponent.  She crawls away on her hands and knees, reaching the far side of the ring where she clings to the bottom rope for a few seconds before beginning to pull herself up.  She seems winded and disoriented.  Rachel is still laying on her back, but starts to writhe around and also lets out a low moan.  The crowd continues to chant.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT”  Randi manages to pull herself up to her feet and looks around, as if trying to remember where she is or what she is doing.  Finally she sees Rachel who is struggling to get up to her hands and knees.  Randi lets go of the rope and almost tumbles back to the canvas as she stumbles to where her opponent is.  She reaches down and grabs her by the hair and waistband of her red cotton panties.  

“…(gasp!)…come on….(gasp!)  get UP!...(gasp!)…”  Rachel lets out a low tortured moan as she is yanked up, and suddenly slugs Randi in the crotch.

THUD!!!

Randi immediately lets go of Rachel and drops to her butt.  

“OOOOhhhhhh…”  She moans as she massages her wounded vagina.  Rachel also drops to her butt and both girls scoot away from each other, looking terrified, exhausted and injured. 

The crowd begins booing and hissing almost immediately.  

“COME ON YOU STUPID BITCHES!  FIGHT!” 

Slowly the two fighters regain their composure and begin to circle each other on their hands and knees, each of them gasping heavily as they suck in huge breaths of air.  After a couple rotations they cautiously rise up and walk on their knees towards each other.  

CRACK!!! Randi slaps Rachel in the face.

CRACK!!! Rachel immediately returns the blow and then they lock up in a kneeling bear hug.

“OOHHH!!!”

“Unghhhh…”

They buck their bellies together several times, trying to knock the wind out of each other, then they slap together again and hook their fingers into the waistbands of each other’s panties.

“OOOOHhhhOOOHhhh!!”  They let out a mutual moan of determination and pain, then they tumble to their sides and wrap their legs around each other.  The crowd begins to warm up again as they start to wrestle around on the canvas.  Rachel gains a straddle mount and throws a punch but it glances  off the side of the blonde’s face.  Randi then gets her calves around Rachel’s neck and brings her down to the canvas.

THUD!!!  Randi frantically mounts her opponent and winds up for a punch but Rachel boots her in the face and Randi falls onto her back.  Rachel crawls forward and snatches Randi by the hair.

“ENOUGH OF THIS!  I’M GOING TO FINISH YOU!”  Rachel howls and begins to stand up, hauling the whimpering blonde to her feet as well. She walks Randi to the corner and slams her face into the top turnbuckle.

THUD!!!  Blood splatters the silver pad and Rachel hauls the blonde’s head back for another bolw, but Randi surprises her by grabbing HER hair and…

THUD!!!

Rachel’s face hits the turnbuckle and more blood splatters.  Completely taken by surprise, she slumps forward and hangs off the corner like a limp ragdoll.  Randi almost tumbles to the canvas but grabs the top rope and holds herself up. 

The crowd is cheering wildly.  This has actually turned into a decent brawl.

“UUUunnnghh…”  Rachel lets out a long low groan of pain and turns over, then slumps down again, her back supported by the ropes. 

“…I’ll…(gasp)…kill you…(gasp)…for that…(gasp)…” she croaks, but then Randi swings her leg around and brings it straight up into the bridge of Rachel’s crotch, briefly lifting her off her feet.

THUD!!!

“OOOOOOOH!”  Rachel screams as her womanhood is destroyed with an awful POP.  Randi stumbles back to admire her work and Rachel drops to her butt, moaning in agony.  Randi moves in swiftly, climbing up onto the bottom rope with both feet, she grabs Rachel’s hair with her left hand, poises her right fist above the whimpering brunette’s face, and savagely goes to work.

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

The crowd explodes as Randi POUNDS away mercilessly at Rachel’s bloody and bruised face.  Blood splatters the canvas all around as Randi punches and punches and punches.

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

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

As the frantic chimes of the Warning Bell ring out over the small arena, a City Mod climbs up onto the apron of the ring, ready to put a stop to the beating if necessary., but Randi steps down off the rope, and then collapses onto her butt with a dull thud.

THUD!!

She sits there gasping for air.  You can almost see her heart pounding in her chest.  Rachel is out cold.  Occasionally her legs give a little reflexive jerk but it is clear that this fight is OVER!

“I WON! (pant!)…(pant!)…(pant!)  I WON THE FIGHT! I WON THE FIGHT!”  Randi exclaims excitedly.  Then, after several seconds of catching her breath and regaining her composure, she struggles to her feet, using the ropes to help, and drags Rachel out to the center of the ring by her feet, where she lets her flop spread eagled to the canvas.

THUD!

Rachel’s limp form twitches slightly, then goes completely limp, her arms and legs spreading out as far as they can naturally go.  Randi places  a foot on her chest and raises her arms, victoriously.

DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….RANDI!!!”

The crowd cheers for the young blonde, who is clearly soaking it up with delight.  This is the first time she has won a fight since the fight she won against the other catfight actress a long time ago, and the experience is clearly exhilarating.  As I climb into the ring and approach her to give her her just reward, she smiles at me and pulls me in close for a kiss, still holding her foot down on her vanquished opponent.

“DID YOU SEE?  DID YOU SEE HOW I FINISHED HER OFF BABY?”  She exclaims excitedly as we begin to make out to the delight of the thundering spectators.

THE END

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1-20-2480 Sing Li vs. Stephanie

Stephanie wins the fight and she will go on to the Final Fight in the tournament!   I am to spend the night with Stephanie in her quarters, and tomorrow night Emily and Harmony will fight to the death to see which of them will be fighting Stephanie for the championship.  

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9-30-2475 Babygirl vs. Kimberly

Babygirl vs. Kimberly

(Daisy Duke’s)

I decide to close out my evening with what should be an EPIC grudge fight between two prostitutes turned pro fighters,  Babygirl and Kimberly.  It is no secret that these two women DESPISE each other as much as humanly possible, and I am upping the ante still by agreeing to take whichever of them emerges victorious from the fight upstairs to my little pad above the bar for an evening of uninterrupted victory sex. 

The small fighting venue/pub is packed beyond capacity with bloodthirsty women wanting to see the nasty brawl.  I am sitting in my usual ring side seat, sipping on my usual gin n’ tonic.  The blood from the last bout has been cleaned off the canvas and an eerie tension filled quiet has fallen over the crowd as we wait for the arrival of the first fighter.

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…IT IS TIME FOR THE LAST FIGHT OF THE DAY!”

A cheer goes up from the hundred or so women crammed around the ring like sardines.  It is insanely hot in here, with all the body heat, and sweat glistens on everyone’s brow as the announcements ring out over the crowd.

“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LIGHT BLUE RAINBOW STRIPED PANTIES….BABYGIRL!!!”

The tall lanky blonde strolls casually down the narrow passageway through the throngs of anxious women towards the ring.  She stops to straddle my lap for a few moments, kissing me and grinding her crotch against my stiffening member.   

“I hope you’re ready for a long night of fucking, baby, cause I am going to WASTE this slag.”

She finally dismounts me and climbs into the small makeshift fighting ring that is the center piece of Daisy Duke’s main floor area.   She walks to the opposite corner and stretches out against the top rope, waiting for her hated enemy to arrive.

“BABYGIRL IS 23 YEARS OLD!  HER OUTER CITY RECORD STANDS AT 84 WINS…23 LOSSES…and 11 KILLS!”

Plenty of cheers for the brawling pig tailed sex worker. 

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE ORANGE PANTIES AND STRIPED THIGH HIGHS…KIMBERLY!!!”

The auburn haired girl storms through the entry way and quickly walks over to me, where she grabs my hand and pulls me up out of my chair.  She presses against me tightly and we kiss while Babygirl seethes in her corner of the ring.

“BITCH I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”  Babygirl shrieks.  Kimberly finishes our make out session with a little tongue swirl and then pushes off me, giggling. 

“Keep it hard for me baby.  I’m going to put this slut in the hospital for a LONG time.” 

She then climbs into the ring and the two young women immediately lunge into each other.

THUD! THUUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

A wild fist fight ensues for several seconds before 2 City Mods climb into the ring and drag the furious girls apart.  Already they each have a little blood on their faces and the fight hasn’t even officially started yet. Kimberly is shoved roughly into her corner as is Babygirl.   Once things have calmed down a little, the introduction is concluded.

“KIMBERLY IS 20 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 29 WIN…10 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!”

Both of the fighters try desperately to pull themselves away from the mods who are holding them in their corners but it is no use.  They won’t be released until the bell rings, and now the officials seem to be enjoying the tension as it builds and builds, threatening to explode. 

Several long minutes pass, then…finally…

DING! DING! DING!

Simultaneously the City mods release their captives, who are at each other immediately.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Savagely they pound away at each other’s faces with both fists, making no attempt to defend themselves.  Blood flies in all directions and the crowd goes wild.  This is the kind of fight they LOVE here.

THUD!!! Kimberly scores a NASTY uppercut and Babygirl is sent staggering into the ropes.  Kimberly presses the attack, stepping in and slamming a fist into her gut.

THUD!!!

“UNGH!!!”  Babygirl winces and doubles over.  Kimberly grabs her by one of her pigtails and pulls her back up, giving her a slap in the face with her other hand.

CRACK!!!

Babygirl swiftly slaps her back.

CRACK!!!

Then they begin to furiously exchange face slaps for several seconds and the sharp cracks ring out over the din of the crowd.

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

“UNGH!!!”  With an exhausted groan they suddenly slam their bodies together and grab each other by the pig tails with both hands.  Blood is streaming down both of their reddened faces and they stagger around the small ring, clutching each other by the hair and moaning in agony.  It’s amazing that they are still on their feet.

“OOOohhhhhh….”

“OOOOOhhhhOOOOHhhhhh…”

Babygirl backs Kimberly into the ropes on one side of the ring and presses in, pinning her.  Kimberly gives her a knee to the crotch, still holding her blond pigtails in each hand.

THUD!!!

“UNGH!”  Babygirl grunts but doesn’t let go.  She knees Kimberly in the crotch.

THUD!!!

“OOOOOHHHH!”  Kimberly nearly goes over the ropes but Babygirl holds her in.  They are yanking desperately at each other’s hair now.  Suddenly Kimberly lets go of one pigtail and grabs the waistband of Babygirl’s panties, giving them a slight tug. 

“ERK!”  Babygirl grunts and gives Kimberly another knee to the crotch, though without as much power as the last one.

THUD!

“UNGH!”  Kimberly’s knees buckle, but then she heaves herself forward and Babygirl, not expecting this, topples to the canvas with Kimberly landing on  top of her.  They immediately wrap their arms and legs around each other’s bodies and begin to roll across the canvas.  The manic crowd is chanting now.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

They tumble back and forth across the floor of the ring a couple times, and suddenly Kimberly manages to gain a straddling mount. She swiftly punches Babygirl in the face.

THUD!!!  The blonde moves her hands up to protect her face and Kimberly slugs her in the gut.

THUD!!!  Babygirl winces and doubles over, but Kimberly smashes her in the face again. 

THUD!!!  Babygirl goes limp, her body twitching slightly under her attacker’s weight.   Kimberly’s shoulders slump immediately and she sits on her prey, gasping for air.  The crowd is on her side now.

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”

The auburn haired fighter looks like she is about to pass out herself.  Her head starts to droop, but suddenly she gives her body a little shake and stiffens up a bit.  She looks around at the crowd who are all urging her to finish Babygirl off.   Her gaze falls on me and then she seems to remember where she is.  A renewed sneer of hatred appears on her lips and she reaches down for a blonde pigtail, pulling Babygirl’s head up off the canvas and holding her other hand next to her face.  She starts giving her some light slaps to the cheek.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“COME ON!  WAKE UP!  I’M NOT SATISFIED YET, WHORE!”

“GLUK?!  Babygirl’s eyes flutter open and she sprays a fine mist of blood out of her mouth as she gurgles awake.  Her legs wriggle a bit and suddenly she throws a punch up into Kimberly’s unsuspecting jaw.

THAP!!!  The sharp sound of the impact rings out over the crowd and a second later Kimberly’s body hits the canvas.  Babygirl scoots away on her butt, frantically and Kimberly quickly rolls away.  She clings to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and rubs her wounded jaw.  Both girls moan and sob in pain and fear.  The crowd settles into an eerie silence as the fighters regroup on separate sides of the ring.

Several seconds of heavy breathing pass and Babygirl and Kimberly begin to pull themselves up, using the ropes of the squared circle to steady themselves.  Then finally they begin to slowly circle each other, staying on opposite sides of the perimeter of the ring. 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

After 3 full rotations around the perimeter of the ring, they stagger uncertainly towards each other.  They spread their arms and suddenly lunge forward, their bellies slap as they lock up in a tight bear hug in the middle of the ring.

THUD!!!

“OOOhhhhhh…”

“oooOOooOHHHHHH…”

They wrap their arms tightly around each other and press their heads into each other, trying to force one another backwards, yanking at the waistbands of each other’s panties as they drunkenly slow dance around the ring.  They grunt and groan as their sweat drenched bodies grind together. Voices occasionally ring out from the crowd, cheering on one fighter or the other. 

“GET HER KIMBERLY!”

“COME ON BABYGIRL!  FUCK THAT BITCH UP!”

Again they suddenly reach up with both hands and grab each other’s pig tails, simultaneously letting out a howl of pain and determination.

“OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!”

“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

They stumble into one of the corners, and Babygirl is backed into the pole.  Kimberly gives her a knee to the crotch.

THUD!!

“UNGH!”  The blonde’s body is lifted off her feet from the impact.  There are no turnbuckles at Daisy Duke’s, just old fashioned rope wrapped around the wooden posts in the corners.  Kimberly gives her another knee into the groin.

THUD!!!

Babygirl lets go of Kimberly’s pig tails and leans into her body, wrapping her arms around her.  She hooks her fingers into the girls’ orange panties and gives them a little tug.

“UNGH!”  Kimberly lets out a little grunt, then goes for another knee to the crotch, but Babygirl s pressed too close into her for her to get any momentum.  She falls backward and Babygirl’s entire weight lands on top of her.  She quickly punches the red head in the face.

THUD!!!

Fresh blood splatters the canvas and Kimberly’s arms and legs jerk.  She reaches up in desperation and gets her fingers locked around the blonde’s throat.

“GAK!!!”  Babygirl’s eyes widen as she is strangled, but she still has better leverage.  She lifts her pelvis up and then drops it back down, slamming into Kimberly’s with her full weight.

THUD!!!

Kimberly doesn’t relinquish her hold and lifts her legs up, trying to get them around her attacker’s hips but Babygirl cocks her fist and gives her another blast to the face, connecting directly with the bridge of her nose with a NASTY crunching sound.

SPLAT!!! Blood sprays the canvas and Kimberly yelps in agony.  Her arms and legs flop to the canvas.  Babygirl punches her again.

THUD!!! The red head’s body jerks violently.  Babygirl readjusts her mount, sliding her crotch up her victim’s body until she is straddling her just below her breasts,  She grabs a pig tail to hold Kimberly’s head off the canvas while she winds up for another blow.  Now the frenzied crowd is rooting for Babygirl.

“YEAH!!! YOU GOT HER BABYGIRL!  FINISH HER!”

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

THUD!!! Babygirl buries her fist in Kimberly’s face.  Blood flies.  She cocks her fist again.

THUD! 

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Kimberly’s limp body jerks and quivers.  She is completely unconscious and almost certainly in mortal danger.  The officials at Daisy Duke’s will do nothing to physically stop a dirty kill, but Babygirl would be immediately hauled off to Green Tower City Prison for five years if she does so now.  As she cocks her fist for another blow I wonder if I will be spending the night alone. 

THUD!!!

She lets Kimberly’s battered head flop to the canvas.  The beaten girl’s body twitches slightly for a couple seconds, then her legs and arms spread out limp across the canvas.  Babygirl takes a couple long deep breaths, her bloody and sweat drenched breasts rising and falling under the lights over the ring.  Then she suddenly raises her fists victoriously.

DING! DING! DING!

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

The crowd explodes with admiration for the young prostitute turned brawler.  Slowly she stands over her humiliated victim as I climb into the ring to reward her with a kiss.  I’m quite certain there will be no bedroom fight for Babygirl tonight. 

THE END

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11-6-2474 Andrea vs. Mallory

Andrea vs. Mallory

(The Bloody Mattress)

It’s been five minutes since I pleasured the winner of the last fight, and I am enjoying my fifth or sixth (starting to lose count) pint of ale.  I an anxious to see who is fighting next.  It turns out I don’t have long to wait.

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…OUR NEXT FIGHTER IS MAKING HER FIRST APPEARANCE AT THE BLOODY MATTRESS!  ANDREA!!!”

The gorgeous red head that Cassie DESTROYED 10 days ago at Catfight Cavern trots quickly down the aisle.  She lights up when she sees me sitting in my cage side chair and sprints over, hopping into my lap for a make out session. 

“I’m gonna WIN This fight for you baby!”  She purrs into my ear as she grinds her crotch against my hardening penis.  I run my fingers along the waistband of her mustard yellow cotton fighting panties and then she suddenly dismounts and skips her way into the fighting cage, stepping up onto the mattress on the opposite side of the door.    She’s never fought here before but she knows the protocol. 

“ANDREA IS 18 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST MATTRESS FIGHT!”

No mention of her single pro loss is made.  Amateur OuterCity venues only score for themselves, or the Outer City Fighting Guild, of which the Bloody Mattress is a member. Andrea waits on her side of the mattress.  She looks a little nervous now, and she is shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other rapidly.  Her perky breasts are surging up and down as she gulps in sharp quick gasps of air.

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE….HER OPPONENT…IN THE LIGHT YELLOW PANTIES….MALLORY!!!”

The spunky young blonde marches quickly down the aisle while quite a few of the women in the crowd cheer her on.  She’s been here a couple months longer than I have and had managed to create a small fan base in spite of her wildly back and forth record.  She’s never been considered a true jobber though her record has lingered around the 50/50 mark ever since her arrival. 

She hops into my lap and kisses me passionately while Andrea sneers at her from inside the cage.  After several minutes she dismounts me.

‘This won’t take too long baby” she promises as she turns and strolls casually into the fighting cage, taking her place on the opposite end of the mattress from Andrea.  The cage door is shut and locked.

“MALLORY IS 19 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 18 WINS…16 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!”

There’s some scattered cheers and applause from the crowd before everyone quiets down to watch the fight that is about to take place.  Nobody seems very certain of who is going to win this match up and the tension is high as we wait for the bell to ring.  Mallory looks over at me with a smirk on her lips.

“This is the best challenger they could come up with for me?  I was hoping for a fight!”

Andrea says nothing.  She just continues to glare wide eyed at her foe.

DING! DING! DING!

Andrea and Mallory each take a step and a half forward and begin throwing wild punches at each other.

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

The crowd goes wild as flecks of blood fly in all directions.  After a few seconds the two girls lock up in a desperate bear hug.

“OOOHhhhhhhhOOOHhhhh!!!”  They both let out long tortured groans as their bellies slap together and they frantically snatch each other by the hair and waistbands.  They both look a little scared now and blood is dripping down from both of them.  It seems neither of them is going to get the easy victory they thought they were going to get. They stagger towards one end of the mattress and then the other.  The rules of the Bloody Mattress have been established already as being strictly ON the mattress only, so if either of them steps or falls off they will both be tazered unconscious. It looks like they both know this and are going to try to keep themselves and their opponent on the mattress at all times.  They get dangerously close to Andrea’s side of the mattress, but then the red head starts forcing Mallory back and they get close to her side, then the blonde pushes back and they end up in the center of the small mattress, still clutching each other by the hair and waistband.

Predictably, the crowd begins to get restless, and who can blame them, it’s been almost 60 seconds since any fresh blood has been shed.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Andrea and Mallory just grunt and groan, grinding their crotches together as they struggle to get control  of the fight.  Finally Andrea gives the blonde a nasty knee to the crotch.

THUD!!!

“UNGH!”  Mallory grunts but doesn’t lose her grip on her enemy.  Instead she returns the knee to Andrea’s crotch, lifting her off the mattress slightly from the force of the blow.

THUD!!!

“OOOOhhhhh…YOU BITCH!!! OOohhhhh…”  Andrea’s knees buckle.  She starts to go down!  Mallory raises a leg, trying to drive her backwards but Andrea presses forward and the grappling stalemate continues.   Mallory swings an open hand through the air, slapping Andrea in the face.

CRACK!!!

Andrea is stunned from the blow, but quickly fights back, slapping the blonde in the face as hard as she can.

CRACK!!!

They stagger dangerously close to the edge of the mattress, and then grab each other by the hair with both hands.  They grunt and moan as they yank at each other’s hair, then Andrea gives Mallory a SAVAGE knee to the crotch.

PLUD!!! 

Mallory is lifted off the mattress for a second and drops to her butt.  Andrea takes the advantage quickly, grabbing the young blonde by her bangs with her left hand.  She holds her head up and cocks her fist.

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP THAP! THAP!

Andrea RAPIDLY drills Mallory in the face with several punches.  Blood splatters the mattress and the crowd goes wild.  She then releases her victim’s bangs and lets her limp body  flop to the mattress, spread eagled and out cold.  The crowd is chanting for the red haired brawler.

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”

Andrea crouches over her prey, gasping heavily, her perfect breasts rising and falling as she regains her strength.  It is clear that she is exhausted and maybe even a little surprised to see her opponent unconscious.  Finally she seems to gather what is happening, and mounts Mallory, crotch to crotch.  She cocks her fist.

“FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP! FUCK HER UP!”  The crowd is chanting.  Andrea suddenly goes to work, pummeling away at Mallory’s cute freckled face with both fists, smashing her features and spraying blood all over the mattress.

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

At first Mallory’s body jerks and spasms violently with each blow, but then settles down to a slight twitching, then goes completely limp.  Andrea hits her a couple more times for good measure.

THAP! THAP! THAP!

Then  suddenly, abruptly, She stops the beating, resting back for a moment, pressing her butt down into Mallory’s crotch, she gazes out at the cheering spectators.  I have a feeling at this point she is wishing this is a death match and she could legally finish her new found enemy of for good.  Finally, she reaches down and grabs Mallory’s bangs and pulls her head up off the mattress.   The blonde’s face is mangled beyond recognition.  Andrea cocks her fist one last time, waits a fedw seconds, then buries it in what’s left of Mallory’s face.

SPLUD!!!  More blood sprinkles the mattress and Andrea lets her defeated enemy splay out into the blood soaked cushion.  She stands, placing a foot on her opponent’s chest before showing off her muscles to the roaring fans.

DING! DING! DING!

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

The cage is unlocked and I walk in to kiss the grateful victor of the violent brawl.  She keeps her foot pressed down firmly on her destroyed opponent s we make out to the delight of the crowd.  Then she boots Mallory’s limp form off onto the dirt ground of the fighting cage and pulls me down onto thematress, and inside of her. 

We are both satisfied very quickly and Mallory is hauled off to the hospital.  Andrea is exhausted to the point of passing out so she limps out of the small fighting venue and I decide that I will go grab a bite to eat, after which I will probably make my way into the Inner City for the rest of the evening.

THE END

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