It has been nearly a week since Keri won her 2nd fight. She is now officially on a winning streak and still on a very natural high. Both fights have taken their toll on her body, but the money she’s won, and even more, the rush she got from the crowd made it irresistible. It is safe to say she is beginning to get hooked.

It is Thursday afternoon. She has just finished an intense workout and is feeling very invigorated when she receives a call on her cell phone. On the other end of the phone is a man with a very distinguished sounding voice.

“Hello, is this Keri McDaniel? You don’t know me. My name is Martin Ross. I’m sorry to call you out of the blue like this, but I’ve seen you fight and think you are amazing.”

Keri begins to get very nervous. The idea of obsessive fans tracking her down has not occurred to her, though, at this very moment, she knows very well that it should have.

“How did you get my number?” Keri replies.

“I have an unlimited amount of resources,” Martin answers snidely. “But please, don’t be alarmed. I am not interested in you other than in your ability as a fighter. I am a happily married man with a taste for the kind of action that the league provides.”

“What do you want?” Keri is beginning to get agitated.

“I have a proposition for you,” Martin continues. “You see, my wife adores me, and I, her. We would do anything for one another. And after much prodding on my part, she has agreed to indulge me with one of my all time fantasies… to see her fight another woman.”

Keri is beginning to get the picture, and tries to interrupt. “Look, I don’t—“

“Please,” Martin interrupts back. “I’ll pay you $15,000 to fight my wife…at my home, for a very small, very private audience. The league doesn’t have to know. I know their rules of no fighting outside the league and believe me, I want to continue to see you fight there as well.” Keri pauses. She is not even aware of this rule.

“Why me?” Keri questions cautiously.

“Because I’ve never seen anyone fight quite like you.”

Keri begins to get curiously flattered. “What’s so special about the way I fight?”

“You have an extraordinary talent for taking a beating, then getting the advantage on your opponent. The first part of that is exactly what I need. You see, I don’t want my wife to get hurt. In fact, I want to have the fight fixed. I want her to win.”

Silence is on the other Keri’s end of the phone.

Finally…“I’ll have to think about it.”

“That’s all I can ask, but please don’t take too long. I leave the country this weekend for two months. I want to set this up for tomorrow night. “

“Tomorrow night?” Keri exclaims.

“$15,000. No one has to know. I’ll call you tonight at 10:00 for your answer.”

Martin abruptly hangs up. Keri stares at the phone and shakes her head. What kind of a life has she begun to make for herself when nuts like this start coming out of the woodwork? But then, she starts to think about the money. For the rest of the day, it’s all she can think about.

10:00 rolls around and her phone rings just as she secretly hoped it would. She lets 3 rings go by before she finally answers.

“Hello Keri,” Martin says suavely. Silence on Keri’s end, until…

“I can’t promise your wife won’t get hurt,” she says.

“Of course. A little bruising is to be expected. She’d know something was up if you didn’t appear to be trying. Just don’t break anything on her.”

“Is your wife committed to this? It’s going to be a tough sell if she’s just bitch slapping me.”

“Tomorrow. Seven o’clock,” is his reply.

Martin then gives her the rest of the details and hangs up. She’s going to go through with it, but can’t help to feel very apprehensive about the whole thing.

Friday evening arrives. It is just approaching dusk as Keri pulls up to a mansion in Beverly Hills…guarded security and the whole nine yards. She is escorted, by a beefy guard in plain clothes to a private room on the main floor. Keri is wearing her usual sweat suit, concealing that perfect body that hides just underneath. A tall man with silvery gray hair enters the room five minutes later. He smiles and extends his arm.

“Keri, I cannot tell you how pleased I am that you came.” Keri is trying not to be impressed by the wealth surrounding her.

“Whatever gets your rocks off, man,” Keri says through gum chewing teeth, not her usual demeanor, but she is intimidated by her surroundings and tries to play the tough chick.

“How charming,” Martin responds and smirks.

“So, you got the money?” Keri asks directly. Martin reaches into his pocket and reveals 3 large packets of bills. Keri has a creepy feeling, as if she is whoring herself. She shakes it off.

“OK,” she continues. “Where are we doing this?”

“We have everything set up outside. Shall we?”

“Let’s do it, Marty,” Keri says as she clasps her hands together.
“Remember, Keri.” Martin pauses. “Don’t hurt her.”

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Keri reassures. Suddenly, she doubles over, mocking excruciating pain, holding her stomach. “Oh, my god. Stop. Please. I give.” She breaks character and smiles. He smiles back, but she comes off a bit goofy and she knows it. It’s an awkward moment.

“Let’s go, dear,” he says.

As she is led through the house, she looks around for a picture of the happily married couple. She’d like to know what to expect physically, before she faces her in pseudo -combat. No pictures. Nothing. Very curious, however she chalks it up to the lifestyle of the unsentimental rich as far as the interior décor goes.

Martin stops her in a room just before reaching the back outside door. “Wait here until we announce you,” Martin says. “Come out already disrobed.” Keri hears commotion outside. “Who’s here,” she asks.

“Just a few close friends,” he responds.

“Look,--“ she begins, but is interrupted.

“No one at the league will know. Trust me,” he says with a smile. She starts to back away.

He unloads another pack of bills and tosses it at her. Now she really does feel like a whore.

Keri begins to take her sweats off. Underneath, she wears a black cotton tank top, a bit loose fitting that stops about an inch below her mountainous breasts. The straps are spaghetti style, easy to tear. She anticipates that they’ll break during the match, so she can put on a good show. This whole new lifestyle really has brought out the exhibitionist in her. There is a pink decal on the top of her shirt that reads the number 34. She has on white g-string underwear with matching pink outline. On the front written in pink script is the word luscious. Finishing off her ensemble are black velvet stiletto boots that come half way up her calves. She has her hair parted down the middle with two cute ponytails on either side in the back. She looks more like a soft-core porn star than a hardcore fighter, but that’s the whole idea behind the league; look like a fuck-bunny and fight like a gladiator.

A slight smile comes across her face as she hears her theme music begin to play…. Willa Ford’s ‘I Wanna Be Bad’. That was the only introduction she needs. She pulls apart the curtain in front of a sliding glass door, opens it and struts out into the back yard. She maintains her tough yet flirty composure as she walks by nearly 30 people seated in the yard, both men and women cheering her on. It’s kind of freaky, as the men are all wearing suits and the women all wearing dresses, as if this is a gala event. This whole chick-fighting thing is more popular than she thought. What she is surprised by the most is a full size ring set up in the middle of the yard. She thought she’d be fighting on a mat lying on the grass or something. She really is impressed. The yard is flooded with powerful lights, illuminating her every curve as she walks by. This is how the league should be done she thinks; outdoors. The fresh air invigorates her for the pseudo -fight to come.

No sooner does Keri roll under the bottom rope of the ring, than her music dies, and her opponent’s begins…an old cheesy rock song by Heart called ‘If looks could kill’. Everyone’s attention turns toward the pool house at the other end of the yard, from where Martin’s “wife” emerges.

She has a mature natural beauty and marvelous bone structure to her face that severely rivals Keri’s good looks, but as odd as most things in California are when it comes to the rich, her hair is pink; bangs down the front and covering the sides of her face like a helmet, but only down to the top of her neck. In her late ‘20’s, she’s a 6’0 tall amazon with a body like Anna Nicole Smith in her prime. Every tight muscle can be seen flexing as she struts toward the ring. Her DD breasts dwarf Keri’s 36Cs. Her high cheekbones finishing off her physical perfection make Keri start to quiver with excitement. She might enjoy being dominated by this one. Wait a minute. Why does she keep getting attracted to every girl she fights? Thoughts for a later time.

Her name…Nicole. Her attire…she has pink lipstick to match her hair and a whorish amount of black eyeliner. She wears a white cotton tank top that barely stops halfway down her gargantuan breasts, barely covering her nipples. It says Baby Doll. She has on hot pink hip huggers, with two thin pink suspender straps coming from inside the front and going all the way over her shoulders. Looks like she has on a very skimpy unikini underneath. Thigh high pink fishnets and pink stiletto shoes complete the ensemble. Her neck is adorned with a thick beaded lavender necklace, one strand wrapped tight around her neck, another hanging low between her breasts. “If looks could kill” is goddamn right, Keri thinks.

Her green eyes stare Keri down cold as she climbs up the ring apron. Her powerhouse legs never bend as she brings one then the other over not the middle, but the top rope. Her legs have to be at least 42 inches tall. The music stops and Nicole circles Keri like prey. Keri finds all this rather amusing.

“I’m gonna kick your ass,” Nicole declares.

“Want a good look at it first?” Keri teases. She goes to the corner , faces it and grabs the ropes on either side. She spreads her legs and keeps them straight as she bends over slightly at the waist in front of the pink beauty. She looks back at Nicole and winks. Nicole’s steely look never falters. A cat call from one of the male audience members distracts Keri momentarily. She takes her eyes off Nicole for the briefest moment and that is all time Nicole needs. She draws her right leg back and punts the unsuspecting brunette’s twat from behind. The force of the blow lifts Keri’s entire body off the mat and the audience can see quite clearly that Nicole’s legs are just as powerful as they look, but right now Keri knows this better than anyone, as she comes down to earth gasping and crumples over in a crouching position from the kick; one hand between her legs, the other on the top rope supporting her stance.

“This girl is for real,” Keri thinks, quickly realizing through her pain induced haze. But before she could think of a retaliation, or anything else for that matter, she is pulled by one of her ponytails out of the corner and into a fierce bearhug from behind. Nicole lifts Keri with ease and begins squeezing the air from her lungs. After a brief moment, Nicole whispers softly in her ear, “Hold your breath now, honey.” And with that, Nicole lifts Keri’s body high in the air, takes a half step and goes quickly down on one knee, forcefully pulling Keri’s crotch down onto the other knee in a bush-bursting atomic drop. Keri’s eyes cross and her mouth forms a silent “o”. The audience “ooooh’s” for her, hearing the smack of the pubic bone on Nicole’s knee and feeling the ring vibrations. Nicole smiles wickedly and licks the side of Keri’s face before dropping her unceremoniously onto the mat.

Keri is quickly becoming nauseas, as she lies curled up in the fetal position. Normally, she would be mad as hell for being put in so compromising a position so early in a fight, but two of the hardest crotch blows she has received to date are now blocking any coherent thoughts of survival she might be trying to have.

Before she knows it, Keri is being pulled up painfully by Nicole, who grabs both ponytails while standing in front of her. Keri has not the time to even balance herself on her knees, rather she is stretched out grabbing onto Nicole’s hands, trying to free herself. The next thing she knows, what feels like a brick slams into her nose and sends her flying backwards. She has just been kneed in the face by the pink bitch. Her eyes swell up with tears and she is totally vulnerable to any kind of attack at this point. In reality, only about 45 seconds have passed since the first blow, but for Keri, it feels like an eternity. And she fears it is not nearly over; a feeling that becomes painfully clear when she feels her next excruciating violation. Nicole is standing over Keri’s prone body and grabs onto her breasts through the tank top. Nicole’s nails are strong, long and sharp. Keri feels every one of these talons begin to pierce her flesh as Nicole, with superhuman strength lifts her up by her tits and throws her into the corner. Just when Keri’s eyes are beginning to clear, Nicole follows this up quickly with a sharp elbow to the nose. This move devastates Keri and she screams for the first time. “Ohhh, God!”

Nicole takes further advantage and before Keri knows what is happening to her, her hands are clasped behind her back as well as the corner post and quickly tied tightly by some cloth material she can’t see. Keri quickly starts to shake the cobwebs off, but it is too late. She is bound. She can see clearly now again, but Nicole is nowhere to be found. Instead she can only make out the outlines of the twenty or so audience members who sit alarmingly still. Dusk has almost turned to night and Keri can feel the hot lights above the ring on her skin. Keri suddenly feels a cold hand on her left thigh from behind. It is Nicole trying to lift her leg over the middle rope. Keri resists, but Nicole uses both hands and soon gets one leg over the middle rope, then the other. Keri now rests uncomfortably on the middle turnbuckle, her hands tied behind her and her legs spread wide open. This is to be a torture session, Keri quickly realizes. What has she gotten herself into? A crazy couple with a sadistic fetish? It doesn’t matter. She has to find a way out…and fast. Since Keri began fighting, she has been watching as many wrestling shows as she can, trying to learn some maneuvers. She recognizes the one she is in….it is called the “shattered dreams.” Nicole appears again in the ring pacing back and forth in front of a very terrified Keri. Surrender is her only option.

“I give ! You win!” Keri pleads. Nicole smiles maniacally and shakes her head, “I am just getting warmed up…Keri.”

Keri begins to squirm and yells out to the crowd, “Martin! Martin, I give!” She can still only make out silhouettes of the crowd. She can’t see if their faces show horror or excitement, but they are very quiet and she is getting no help. “They came here to see some action,” Nicole says.

“I am here to fight. Not to be on the receiving end of a torture session.” Keri calls out again, “Martin! Stop this crazy bitch!”

“Ooooh, talk dirty like that. I like it,” says Nicole.

“Let me go and I’ll rip your goddamn tits off and shove ‘em up your ass, you cheap looking whore! How’s that?” Keri responds.

“Wow, you’ve got my nipples standing at attention on that one, Keri,” Nicole coos. Nicole gets up close and personal to the brunette and starts to feel her tits up through her top. Keri, though pissed off and in a great deal of pain, can’t help her body’s response. Her nipples get rock hard. Nicole feels this.

Nicole laughs sexily. “I thought so. You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Keri stares her down defiantly through glossy eyes. “Come on,” Nicole continues. “Tell me you want to fuck me and maybe I’ll let you go.” Nicole runs one hand down to Keri’s crotch, into her thong and works her fingertip on her clit. Their faces are inches apart. Keri seems to be getting entranced. Nicole is loving the power she has over her. Suddenly though, Keri spits square in her eye. “Get your hands off of me, cunt!” she says sternly. Nicole calmly complies. She wipes her face.

“You stupid bitch. You could have been cumming instead of going,” Nicole says. “Let. Me. Go. Now!!!” Keri says harshly.

“Enough talk, bitch,” Nicole responds. “The only thing I want you to do now…is SCREAM!!!” On that last word, Nicole unleashes a kick and the tip of her stiletto shoe slams straight up between Keri’s legs. Keri has no choice but to comply. She screams loudly as the nerves in her pussy explode with pain and her body shakes violently against the ringpost. Keri feels her pussy literally throbbing. It’s her weakest point and she knows it. As waves of pain radiate out in all directions of her body, she sees something through the agony that almost stops her heart. This massive powerhouse of a human torture machine has backed up into the opposite corner.

“Fourth down, baby,” Nicole says as she readies herself.

“No. no. no. no. no. Please don’t,” Keri begs.

“Time to punt, cunt,” Nicole playfully continues. She leaps out of the corner and issues a battle cry as she runs full steam towards Keri. The ring shakes as Nicole nears her trapped foe and it results in an explosion of unspeakable agony as Nicole sends the tip of her right shoe once again straight into the center of cuntland. A deafening THUD can be heard from the impact. Keri feels as if her crotch has been torn. She gasps for air as the wind is literally knocked out of her. Her mouth is wide open and it isn’t for a full ten seconds that she is able to inhale. During that ten second interval before the scream, Nicole screams out “SCORE!”and parades around the ring. When Keri finally exhales, it is a wavelength of ear-piercing design. And she does not stop.

“God, please somebody help me!” Keri cries out. She still sees the faint silhouettes of the audience, apparently transfixed by the melee. Only one female silhoutte seems to be putting her hand over her face, shaking her head and crossing her legs. Everyone else is cheering the amazon to continue the fight.

“Pleeeease,” Keri’s cries turn to whimpers.

Nicole rips off Keri’s top and begins going at her tits with hard fisted punches of all variety; straight blows, uppercuts, double-fisted…New waves of pain are felt by Keri. With her sharp nails, Nicole takes Keri’s nipples and pulls them away from her body. Keri squeals in pain. Before long, her breasts are showing the signs of a brutal beatdown and it isn’t long before Nicole returns to the area that she obviously has the greatest pleasure in inflicting pain upon…Keri’s sweet pussy. Her kneecap smacks against her pubic bone as Nicole grabs the back of Keri’s head for leverage each time she thrusts up. Keri is beside herself with agony and can do nothing but concentrate on the pain. She even forgets her surroundings at one point, as she tries to cover her crotch with her hands after the sixth knee blow and is momentarily surprised to find herself bound. She seems to be phasing out of consciousness a few seconds after every blow, but each powerful strike just keeps bringing her back to a painful reality. Nicole is giving it everything she’s got as she knees Keri’s crotch over and over and over again.

After over a dozen hits, Nicole thrusts her hand down Keri’s panties again. Only this time, she uses her sharp nails to pinch and squeeze her clit. Keri’s eyes light up and she begins to squeal again. Nicole moves in closer for a better grip when Keri lurches forward and bites down onto Nicole’s nipple through her shirt. She immediately has a firm grip on the erect protrusion. Now it is Nicole’s eyes that light up in a mixture of surprise and pain. Nicole immediately releases her grip on Keri’s clit and rakes her nails down both sides of her tits. Keri screams and releases her grip. A small spot of blood stains Nicole’s shirt where Keri had bitten through. She sees this and then sees red.

“Oh, you fuckin’ bitch!” Nicole runs back to the opposite corner again and charges. Nicole again screams her battle cry. Keri screams back as Nicole runs towards her, not in fear, but in defiance. Her scream is cut abruptly short when hard foot meets soft crotch. Keri’s head shoots up and reaches the heavens and her eyes bulge out of her head. The veins on her neck look ready to explode and her body stiffens as she cries out.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!” Before she can process anything in her mind but pain, she hears running footsteps again. God, not again, she thinks. By the time she looks ahead of her, Nicole has already crossed the ring again and is a split second away from another running blast to her twat. SLAMM! A low, almost inhuman roar comes from Keri’s throat as her head hangs low. She wants desperately to pass out, but the pain is too sharp and she is literally seeing stars. She can hardly believe it when she hears Nicole run to the opposite corner yet again. Nicole’s sadistic strategy is to keep the intervals between her kicks to a minimum to maximize the pain. Keri looks up. The girls exchange a brief look; Keri’s is one of pleading; Nicole’s is one of pure thrill. A brief moment of clarity enters Keri’s head; she needs to concentrate on her binds to get herself free. She begins to struggle with her binds. She tries to focus on this one task as much as possible before the third and most devastating kick in a row reaches her bruised and battered pussy.

Too late. Here it comes at ramming speeed.

CRACK!!!

“Fuuuuuuck!!!!” she cries. Nicole gives her no time to regain her senses as she sets herself up yet again across the way. Keri fights through the worst pain of her life and starts to loosen one of the knots. She shakes her head manically back and forth as the cold pink bitch charges her again. “More time”, she thinks. “I need more fucking time. “ Not this time. The blow causes Keri to lose her grip on the knot and her body stiffens again and looks as if she is being electrocuted. “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!” Keri keeps crying. She realizes she never knew real pain until this moment.

Keri’s glistening body is drenched with sweat and Nicole hasn’t even broken one yet. Keri wouldn’t be surprised if she looked down to see her insides falling out. She is frantic as she tries to find that knot again. Survival instinct is all she has left. It is a wasted opportunity as Nicole relentlessly charges for a fifth time. This time, Nicole’s aim is an inch higher and the tip of her stiletto strikes squarely onto Keri’s clit. She feels like she’s just been skewered and her voice goes hoarse over the course of the next several seconds from the loudest and most high pitched scream anyone within earshot has ever heard. Her body starts shaking uncontrollably. She is a broken woman. Nicole taunts her as she bends over to meet her face to face, puts her hands between her own thighs and feigns pain.

“Oooooooh, did that one hurt?” she asks.

Nicole inspects her bit nipple again and addresses the crowd. “This bitch likes to bite,” she calls out. “I think that should be against the rules.” She turns towards a barely coherent Keri again, whose uncontrollable slobbering has begun to turn into involuntary convulsions. “But if that’s the way you want to play, let’s make it tit for twat.” She goes to the crowd again. “Who wants to see me eat some pussy?” Keri prays for sanity amongst the crowd, but there is none. She can hear the cheers from the men, and a faint call for mercy from one woman, “Leave her alone, she’s had enough.”

Nicole replies back, “I haven’t even started, sweetie. I’m going to town on this cunt.” With that, Nicole turns her attention towards Keri’s spread open thighs and gets down on her knees a few feet from her. She seductively crawls towards Keri’s uninviting mound, wraps her hands around her thighs, opens her mouth as wide as she can and bites down on Keri’s pussy. Her screams reach new heights (if that’s possible), as waves of pain radiate through her body emanating from her pussy. Keri is in too much pain to try to find that knot again. She just frantically pulls and pulls at her binds, violently shaking her head back and forth, trying to will the pain away. She’d pull her arms out of her sockets if she could, just to get away. Nicole growls like an animal and violently begins to shake her own head back and forth like a rabid dog, pulling Keri’s pussy lips along with every violent movement.

“Pleeeaase, get off my pusssssaaaaaayyyy!” Keri screams. Nicole starts to drool and her jaw begins to tremble because she is actually biting down as hard as she possibly can, trying to break the pubic bone with her teeth. Tears are streaming down Keri’s face, which is frozen in shock.

Keri’s body starts going into shock as well. Her body jolts at 2 or 3 second intervals and she hyperventilates. After what seems like an eternity, but is truly about 2 and a half minutes, Nicole finally releases her vice-like toothy grip from Keri’s pussy. Keri doesn’t seem to realize as she continues to convulse as if Nicole is still biting down. Nicole crosses to the opposite corner to once again to charge her cunt. For the first time, Keri is literally frightened to death that this crazy bitch will actually kill her. She makes another effort to break her binds, and with strength fueled by adrenaline she finally does just as Nicole foot is about to hit home. Keri grabs the top ropes and pulls her body up just enough for Nicole’s foot to slam against the steel turnbuckle instead of her pussy. Nicole sees stars and she falls on the floor screaming and grabbing her foot. Keri drops her ass down on the turnbuckle again and doesn’t move. She can’t. She’s wasted.

The crowd begins to stir at this apparent and sudden stalemate. Finally, Keri finds the strength to lift one leg, then the other over the middle ropes and collapses onto the mat. She moans and moans and moans in harsh agony until she focuses on the source of all she’s been through. This is what the fans love her for. This is what makes Keri special. She could leave the ring right now, but she instead chooses to fight through the worst pain of her life for a little bit of payback.

How ironic, Keri is thinking; Nicole is the most brutal and merciless woman she’s ever met, yet her own threshold for pain is seemingly minimal. Keri could see Nicole’s wounded foot already swollen and black and blue. There is an obvious fracture on the top of it. Tears are streaming down Nicole’s face; her heavy eye make-up staining her cheeks. Keri crawls over to where Nicole is trying to retreat from and grabs the wounded leg. Keri’s voice is quivering and her body shaking from the intense pain she still feels between her legs. However, she manages to mock Nicole’s caddy style.

“H-h-ow about-t-t-t-t a little f-f-foot job, sweetie?” asks Keri, just as she squeezes, then twists Nicole’s foot as hard as she can. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” Nicole shoots in an upright sitting position and screams bloody murder. Keri gives it another twist. Nicole pounds the mat with her fist and pleads her case, “Please, please, please let go. I need a doctor. Fuck!!!”

Keri just stares her down sternly and twists her hardest. Nicole falls back flat on the mat and brings her hands to her face. “Fuuuuaaaaaaaaack!!!!” she cries.

“Submit, you mother fucking bitch!” screams Keri as she holds her foot in one hand and pounds the other fist onto it. Nicole screams and gives her the most intense look she’s ever seen. It excites Keri to have this power over her. “AyyyyyyyyyIIIIIIIIIII submit!”

“Submit to ME!” Keri screams back, slamming an elbow down on her foot as she finishes that remark.

“Noooooooo!” screams Nicole instinctively from the pain.

“No?” Keri slams her foot yet again.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I submit to you! I submit to you! Please!” the pink haired woman pleads.

Keri dumps her leg back on the mat, eliciting another high pitched yelp from the ice queen before crawling towards the ropes, standing herself up on wobbly legs and getting out of the ring. She wants to do so much more to Nicole, but knows she can’t go on. This has not gone the way it should have and she wants to leave as quickly as she can.

She limps past a murmuring crowd, obviously upset at the brevity and sudden ending of the fight. She spits at one guy as she limps by, simply out of anger. She also notices the woman who’s silhouette she noticed earlier; the one wanting to stop the fight. She is a gorgeous brunette with blue eyes. She is surprised that, through her intense pain, she can still notice a beautiful woman. But, she does, and this one is giving her a look as if she wants to take her home and take care of her. Martin is nowhere to be found. Keri grabs her loot, her clothes and makes her way to her car. There, she sits for a good while until she is able to drive home.

She walks inside and barely makes it to the couch before passing out cold.

She doesn’t move for over 14 hours until she is waken up by the phone. She mumbles a “hello?”

“Keri?” It is Ashlyn on the other end. Keri starts to stir, and is abruptly reminded of her painful ordeal as her body feels like it has been steamrolled and her pussy is still on fire.

Ashlyn continues, “You sound terrible.”

“I was out late, Ashlyn. What’s up?” Keri responds.

“Well, wake up, girl. You’ve got a match tonight.”

“What???!!!” Keri is now fully awake.

“Yeah, one of my fighters for tonight got into a car accident. “

“Car accident?” Keri is still trying to process this.

“Broke her foot. I need you to fill in.”

“Well, Ashlyn, I’ve sort of got plans ton---“

Ashlyn interrups, “I need you to fill in, Keri. I made this very clear when you agreed to fight for me. I call you anytime. Anywhere. I own your ass. No exceptions. “

“But, Ashlyn---“

“Keri, you do not want to disappoint me. Trust me on that. 11:00.” Suddenly, Ashlyn’s demeanor changes and she is very sweet. “Oh, and it’s a lingerie match. Wear something outrageously sexy.” The phone goes dead. Keri falls back on the couch, cups her wounded pussy in her hands and begins to cry.