Brooke had been so caught up in the excitement of the match that she didn’t notice Keri was no longer standing next to her in the crowd. She searches around for several minutes, but doesn’t see her. She is torn between looking for her friend, who she knows is a bit terrified of her upcoming match, and staying to see the 2nd fight of the night, which is about to begin. She decides she needs to find Keri, who is in the last place Brooke searches; outside.

Keri is in the alley, standing up against the brick building with her hands on her thighs, hunched over and breathing slowly. She has just thrown up. As Brooke goes over to reach for her, Keri turns to her with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this to myself,” Keri says, her voice trembling. Brooke is silent. She can tell more is coming.

“I was almost killed her last week. And here I am, back again. I’m sure whoever was behind it has found a way to finish the job.” She is getting sarcastic and morose. “I guess I never wanted kids anyway, but I do enjoy sex.” She begins to laugh through her tears. Brooke has heard enough. She grabs her and pushes her up against the wall.

“You’re gonna go in there and you’re gonna kick ass like you always do. You’ve never lost. You have never lost.” A long pause, then Keri asks, “Why am I doing this?”

“Because you want to,” Brooke answers. “Because you have to.” They both know what she means by that last remark. This is like some crazy mob, once you’re in, there’s no getting out, not until Ashlyn says so. She really doesn’t know what the consequences would be, but she’s not at the point of wanting to find out, despite her growing fear of the match, only moments ahead.

“What do I do?” Keri asks.

“What you always do. Win.” Replies Brooke. “Take her. Take her low. Take her hard. And take her out.”

There is another long silence. Keri and Brooke’s faces are very close. They almost kiss, but Keri remembers that she just threw up. She’s starting to come to terms with the fact that she’s falling for her, but this is not how she wants to remember the first kiss. “I’ll be OK,” she says, breaking the silence. “Just give me a few minutes.”

“I’m here for you, baby,” Brooke replies, gently stroking her hair before she descends back down to the arena. Keri takes a few more deep breaths when suddenly, someone appears from the other side of a dumpster in the alley. It’s a statuesque dirty blonde beauty. She is walking towards her just finishing a cigarette. She smiles at her devilishly as she walks by and in the side door to the basement stairs. She is obviously a fighter; one that Keri has never seen; one that just heard everything she said. A terrible feeling overcomes her – “What if---?” She doesn’t want to think anymore about it.

Keri takes several more minutes to compose herself before heading back inside. She is just reaching the bottom of the stairs leading into the main room, when Brooke grasps at her. “Come on, you’re on now!” Keri sees that the 2nd match is already over as two heavies drag a lifeless brunette out of the caged ring. She’s bleeding between her legs. Keri feels her stomach churn again. She also notices the crowd more unruly than it’s ever been. The sight and smell of blood has got them crazed and wanting more. Keri is in a bit of a haze as Brooke leads her over to the inside of the dressing room to prepare for her entrance.

Once inside, she is focused on the brunette lying unconscious on the table and the heavies trying to revive her unsuccessfully with smelling salts. This is now her fourth match, or is it the fifth? She can’t be sure of anything right now except this is the most scared she’s ever been in her life. A sharp slap from her friend brings her back to reality.

“Strip!” Brooke says. Keri mechanically obeys. She takes off her sweatsuit and reveals her outfit. She is wearing short denim shorts – daisy dukes, and a white crop top tied together just under and between her massive breasts. She has on cowboy boots with steel tips. There was no theme for tonight’s match, so she decided that denim would help to protect her crotch more than some kind of lingerie. Brooke pulls out of her purse two metal spurs with straps.

“For an extra edge. Use them. No mercy,” Brooke says as she attaches the spurs to Keri’s boots. Just as she finishes, she hears her entrance music – Christina Aguilera’s ‘Dirty’ and Ashlyn introduce her. Like a champ, Keri immediately snaps out of her daze, throws open the door and struts out into the uproarious crowd. She enters the cage and alternates between blowing kisses and fake punches towards the crowd. Ashlyn winks at her. She quickly tries to find Brooke in the crowd. Somehow, knowing she’s out there and where exactly she is makes her feel calmer. But, maybe calm isn’t what she should be feeling right now.

Ashlyn introduces her opponent, “…with legs that just won’t quit, it’s Stacy.” Some nondescript stripper music begins and the crowd goes nuts. Keri is trying to follow the attention of the crowd, but they obscure her view. It isn’t until her opponent enters the ring, that she gets a look at her and, sure enough, it’s the model type beauty who witnessed her breakdown outside. She no longer feels she has the edge. Still, she has to forget that now and attend to the business at hand.

Stacy has at least three inches on her. She has hazel eyes and a model’s body, not a fighter’s. Not a scratch on her. She wears a simple, yet sexy bra and g-string bikini set, with tall black pumps with a thick black strap that wraps around her ankles. This little touch of bondage gets Keri immediately wet. Yet again, this is a girl she’d rather fuck than fight and definitely not what she expected of her first match in the 2nd tier division of the league. She is definitely fit and toned and her legs indeed are the tallest and possibly sexiest she’s ever seen. The perfection of her round ass rivals her own. Her breasts are normal for her thin frame, about 34B. She must have skill, Keri thinks, because she certainly doesn’t have mass or obvious musculature.

They exchange a look and Stacy rubs her eye, mocking Keri’s crying from before. Keri no longer has the urge to fuck this girl…at least not in a good way. The bell rings and the fight begins. Keri charges her like a football player going in for the tackle. Stacy pivots to her side and without bending her knee, raises her right leg sideways away from her body. This is timed perfectly, as Keri throat runs right into the bottom of her shoe. Stacy’s long stiletto heel is pressed to the side of Keri’s throat. Stacy pivots on her one standing leg and Keri is thrown into the fenced wall. Once up against it, Stacy really puts on the pressure with her shoe crushing Keri’s throat. Keri tries hard to reach Stacy, but the girl’s leg is too long. She wants next to grab at her ankle and push her off, but an array of hard, course hands grab her from outside the ring through the fence; Stacy’s fans, no doubt. They have her secured. Before long, Keri begins flailing about ridiculously. Her face goes from white to red to blue. Her eyes flutter and she is on the verge of passing out. This is when Stacy removes her foot. Keri’s head hangs low and she is semi-conscious. Stacy lashes her long leg up and kicks her hard under the chin. Keri wakes up stunned and wide-eyed.

“You wanna see what else these legs can do?” Stacy asks. Keri struggles. “A little wider down there, fellas,” Stacy says, indicating to her fans to spread Keri’s legs wider, a request to which they gladly comply. Stacy slowly and methodically lifts her foot to Keri’s crotch to make sure the blow will be on target and then fires away. It’s a hard kick, but Keri’s endured much worse and she manages to only barely flinch, and never keeps her “tough girl” gaze off Stacy. Stacy, who’s been having a good time so far, loses her smile.

“Well, I see that I’m going to have to---“ Stacy begins, but is abruptly stopped when Keri spits in her face.

“I’ve heard it all before, bitch,” Keri smugly says. “If you’re the one to break me, trust me, I’ll let you know.” Stacy screws up her face in anger and lashes another hard kick to Keri’s cunt. Keri’s body shakes against the fence and her hair flies wildly about, but she doesn’t lose her stare and she doesn’t scream. In frustration, Stacy runs towards her and slams her knee in hard between the brunette’s thighs. Keri just looks at her coldly and says, “Did you want something?”

Stacy angrily runs to the other side of the ring and prepares to send a running kick to her crotch. As she starts, Keri commands the crowd, “Hands off, bitches!” They comply and Keri moves out of the way just in time to escape Stacy’s kick, which slams into the fence hard; so hard, in fact, that her stiletto shoe is stuck in one of the holes.

Keri comes up behind her and grabs her hair back roughly with one hand and uses the other to roughly caress her body, scratching her nails on her torso. “You’re so beautiful,” Keri purrs, just before taking her fist and slamming it into her face. “But, you won’t be for long,” Keri says as she slams her in the nose again. Stacy begins to lose her balance off her one free leg.

“Oh, don’t fall. Here, let me help you, sweetie,” Keri says as she spins Stacy’s body around, with her one leg still stuck in the fence, and slams her back into the fence. Stacy screams loudly, as her right leg is forced flat against the fence to the side of her body, which is in a standing position against the fence. “Lend me a hand, boys,” Keri says, to which many men comply. It seems they don’t really have an allegiance to anyone. They just want to see someone get creamed. Now, the same rough hands that were just keeping Keri immobilized, now are doing the same to Stacy.

Keri backs up and laughs at her opponent, held captive by her adoring fans and sweating and screaming from the strain on her groin from having her right leg stretched out so tight against the fence. She closes in on her prey and caresses her inner thigh all the way up to her crotch. “Wow, that’s a tight muscle. I hope it doesn’t snap,” Keri taunts.

“Let me go, you bitch!” Stacy screams.

“I’m not the dumbass who got my foot stuck in the fence,” Keri laughs back. “What’s the matter? I thought you were more flexible than this. Maybe we just have to work this muscle out.” And with that, Keri begins sending punches to Stacy’s groin muscle, eliciting howls of anguish from her long legged opponent.

After a few of those, Keri bends over and grabs her other ankle that’s standing on the ground. “If we’re gonna work out those muscles, we’ve got to make it even, right?” Keri taunts. She is beginning to get wet at how much she is enjoying being the ‘baddie’ for once.

“No, no no no, don’t do it, please.” Stacy pleads.

“Boys,” Keri continues, “I think it’s time to spread ‘em.” Keri holds up Stacy’s free leg straight in front of her. She fakes ramming it against the fence next to her. Stacy winces and begins to tear. Keri drops her leg and mocks her tears, just as Stacy had done to her at the start of the match. Stacy tries to regain some kind of dignity and kicks that free leg up between Keri’s legs. Keri catches it at the last moment and seamlessly then slams it outward and against the fence, stretching it painfully. Stacy’s head shoots forward and she screams bloody murder.

“Hold this one, guys,” Keri orders the fans, who grab and keep the left leg in place. Stacy now has her back against the fence and both legs stretched out away from her body and against the fence as well. She is being held in place by the groping hands of the fans. Keri begins punching the left groin muscle, adding to Stacy’s ultimate displeasure. She backs away and points to her wide open crotch.

“Oh, this is way too tempting to pass up,” Keri says, rubbing her hands together.

“Let me go!” Stacy screams to the fans. “Let me go, you fucks!” They do not comply. Instead, Keri lines her kick up, just as Stacy had done, to her crotch. Stacy looks down and notices the steel tipped cowboy boots playfully rubbing against her clit. She looks at Keri and mouths, “no no no, don’t”.

“How fucking scared are you, bitch? Are you scared?” Keri asks. Stacy nods her head to the affirmative.

“Submit to me, then,” Keri says. “I want the fear of what you know this boot will do to you to make you submit.” Stacy thinks a beat, then nods her head yes. “Ok,” she says.

Keri shakes her head ‘no.’ “You hesitated. You’re not scared enough yet. And you’re not nearly hurt enough. But, I’ll take care of that.”

“Oh, god no!” Stacy screams, but it is too late. The steel tip of Keri’s boot lashes out and finds its true mark. Most blows to the crotch are delivered with the top of the foot, or shoe, or boot. This hurts, but not nearly as much as the impact from the tip of a boot to the crotch. Keri knows this from experience and uses it to her full advantage.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” screams Stacy. “Have another, bitch!” screams Keri as she unleashes an identical kick. Stacy’s screams amplify. Keri runs up to her and slams a knee in for good measure. Stacy spits in her face, although, unlike Keri’s intentional slander, this one was involuntary as a reaction to the knee.

Keri struts sexily away as she wipes her face and, with her back to the crowd, she says “OK boys. Cut her down.” They release Stacy. She falls to the ground, but that right leg is still stuck in the fence and she twists her leg painfully on her way down. Keri turns and laughs. “Now, that’s fucking funny.”

Stacy screams and grabs at her leg. Keri comes over and turns Stacy’s body so that the leg is no longer twisted, but the leg remains caught in the fence. Stacy begins to quiet down. Keri grabs her free leg, the left one, and lifts it off the ground. Stacy looks at her in fear. Keri smiles and says, “Well, don’t thank me all at once, you ungrateful cunt.”

With that, she slams her cowboy boot heel onto Stacy’s crotch hard. Stacy’s body jolts and she screams. Keri begins to grind the heel in to her clit and says, “I said ‘thank me’, bitch”.

“Oh, god! Stop!” screams Stacy.

“You don’t appreciate kindness,” Keri says playfully as she raises her boot and slams it down harder.

“OH MY GOD! PLEAAAAAAASE!” cries Stacy. Keri grinds the heel in again harder this time and lifts her other foot off the ground, forcing all her weight down on Stacy’s clit and says in a sing-song way, “You’re not learning!”

Stacy’s face immediately focuses the pain away and shoots a look at Keri, “thank you thank you thank you thank you,” and then let’s the pain in again as she cries out incoherently.

Keri raises her boot as if she is going to walk away, as she says, “Thank you for…” And then, she turns back and slams down on Stacy’s cunt again as she says the word, “…WHAT?”

Stacy squeals out, as the grinding ensues once again. “thank….uh,,you…mmmpphh…for helping…..oh, god….meout…godgod…”

Keri lifts her boot off and bends down sweetly at her, “Awww, sweetie. You didn’t have to thank me. You know what? Since you’re such a polite girl, I’m gonna help untangle you there.” Keri grabs her left leg again. Stacy looks up at her with true fear in her eyes and shakes her head ‘no’ continuously.

“It’s ok,” Keri says sweetly. “I’m just gonna pull you right off.” Keri takes Stacy’s left leg and begins walking backward with it. Stacy again feels pressure on her groin muscles as her legs are spread like a wishbone. When Keri walks as far as she can and Stacy’s legs form a capital T with the rest of her body, Keri begins to pull back hard on her leg. The strain is too much for Stacy to bear and she pounds the mat hard.

“It’s really stuck on there good, isn’t it?” Keri teases. She pulls again and again. Finally the heel of the shoe breaks in the fence and Stacy is pulled free. Keri lets go and Stacy pulls herself in the fetal position, moaning with her hands between her legs.

“Get up now, girl,” says Keri. “You can at least go out with a little dignity.”

Keri sees the top of the girl’s head shaking ‘no’. “I submit,” she muffles from between her legs. Keri struts over to her, bends over, grabs her hair hard, and pulls her head up to her own. In a very dark and serious tone, she says “You’re not getting off that easy, bitch.” She picks Stacy up by the roots and slams her face first against the fence. “Rules say I don’t have to accept your submission unless we’ve been fighting for over seven minutes,” Keri begins. She pulls on her hair and continues, “What does that say?”

She is indicating to a digital clock in the corner of the basement. It reads 3:48 and is counting up. Stacy is stunned silent. “What’s the matter? Forgot that rule? I know we have very few around here, but this one is for the good of everyone. These perverted fucks make sure they get their sadistic money’s worth. I get to use you as an outlet for all my pent up anger, frustration and pain that I’ve suffered. And you get to know me on a deeper and more personal level.” Keri’s hand is already dug in the back of Stacy’s ass and is working it’s way towards her crotch. She begins rubbing her pussy softly back and forth. She catches Brooke in the crowd and smiles devilishly at her. Brooke enthusiastically mouths “Yank it!” and motions how to with her own fist.

Without taking her eyes off Brooke, she whispers in Stacy’s ear, “I can do a lot in 3 minutes.” She immediately turns her caressing gesture into a vicious claw. As Stacy squirms pathetically, Keri is enthralled in a trance looking into Brooke’s eyes as she mauls her opponent’s pussy. She unconsciously takes her one hand off Stacy’s hair and sticks it into her own shorts, fingering herself. As she scratches hard with one hand, she’s master bating with the other. The crowd is climbing the fucking walls. She is getting extremely aroused when an elbow to the gut breaks her trance. She finds herself embarrassingly taking her hand out of her shorts just before she is nailed again with another elbow, this time in the left tit. She is hurt enough to back off a few feet away from Stacy.

Stacy twirls around and leans against the fence with her hands buried between her thighs. She begins sobbing, “Owww, you sick fuck!” Keri has a glazed over look in her eyes. She is something else entirely; her animal instinct has taken over. She charges Stacy, who barely manages to lift her right leg in a pathetic defensive maneuver. Without losing momentum, Keri grabs that leg and as she continues charging, lifts it straight up and above Stacy’s head until her shoe hits the fence. Stacy screams, as her hamstring is being pushed beyond limits. They are face to face. Keri takes her other hand and pulls up hard on Stacy’s g-string, giving her a painful pussy wedgie. Stacy shakes her head back and forth in anguish, until the g-string rips in Keri’s hand and she stumbles back a few feet with it in her hand. Stacy drops to the floor in a heap.

Keri walks purposefully towards her again. She takes Stacy’s right leg and slams it against the fence. Before Stacy knows what’s happening, Keri is tying her ankle to the fence with her own ripped g-string. Stacy begins slapping at Keri as she grabs the other leg and painfully stretches it outward to the other side and against the fence. Stacy is pleading the whole time for her to stop. Her groin muscles can’t take any more. It takes a few beads of sweat from Keri and a bit more force, but she finally manages to get the left ankle stretched far enough to be placed up against the fence. She holds her ankle there with one hand and with the other she rips off Stacy’s bra. Then, she ties the ankle in place and backs up. Stacy is now seated on the floor with her legs spread as far as they can go beside her and tied against the fence. She leans forward and has her hands on the mat in front of her. Her face is contorted in a grotesque expression of the deepest pain.

Keri next seductively removes her own top, revealing her perfect breasts, to the huge applause of the crowd. She uses her top to tie Stacy’s hands together and then to the fence above her head. Keri backs up and enjoys watching the poor beautiful blonde squirm in agony, screaming “HELP ME! OH, GOD! SOMEBODY HELP!”

Brooke pushes her way through to the front of the crowd and gets on her knees just on the other side of the fence and behind Stacy’s head. She screams, “Kick her, Keri! Kick this bitch in the cunt!”

“NO!” screams Stacy at the top of her lungs. Too late. Keri charges. She runs. She punts. Steel tipped boot right in the center of cuntland. Stacy’s torso lurches forward, stretching her arms out. Her face is a roadmap of torture. Her mouth is wide open, forming an “o”, but no sound comes out of it. Her eyes are bulging and she seems to be looking through space and time.

“YEAHHHH!” screams Brooke. “AGAIN!” Keri backs up to the other side. Stacy’s head hangs low. Brooke reaches through the fence and yanks her head up by the hair. “I want you to see it coming, bitch!” she says. Keri takes another running start and WAMMM! Another kick dead center. This time Stacy finds her voice. Her back arches again, this time, more painfully because Brooke still has a hold of her hair.

“You like that, bitch?” Keri asks.

“She loves it,” replies Brooke. “She wants more. She wants it harder.”

As Keri back up, she says, “Is that right, bitch? Not hard enough?” Stacy’s whole body is quivering in pain and fear. She can hardly find her voice as she says, “Please, stop…”

Keri just charges again, delivering her hardest kick yet. Brooke is thrown back from the fence, the kick is so hard. Stacy wildly begins convulsing. Keri could feel her pubic bone crack on that kick. She feels no remorse, but also knows she should not continue.

“I’m done with your ass,” she says as she begins to walk away, then gets an absolutely cruel idea. Without turning around, she backs up until she is standing about two feet from Stacy, with her back to her. She sends a reverse kick hard into her cunt with the back heel of her cowboy boot, with has that silver spur. The spur buries itself inside Stacy’s pussy like a knife. Lots of “ooohhhs” from the crowd emerge. Her follow up move is to lift her boot up and out of Stacy’s crotch, making the spur cut her length ways. As the boot emerges, blood splatters in all directions; even some unsuspecting fans get drops on them, as does Brooke.

Stacy screams a very high-pitched scream for a few seconds and then passes out.