Combat
By Eko
Part III: Facing the Champions

After a while, you had your defeat. Winning streaks led to tougher challenges, and the league has plenty of them. You faced Lara, the defending champion. She had killer body and killer instinct. She had shoulder-length brown hair, sexy wide lips, and tattoos here and there. Despite your efforts to bring her down, she managed to hit you harder, cornered you, grabbing you by the balls, and finally milking you dry with her hand.

Angela said that despite your pains and humiliation (like what you had inflicted upon several women), it was good to remind you that you’re still fallible. Lara had been defeated too. So did Nadia and Natasha, if you were wondering.

She was, however, forgetting/omitting a name – Amanda. No man had defeated her, although this was got to do with her lesser number of matches compared to Lara, and because she was able to force, bribe, and appeal to avoid men who had the good chance to defeat her, unlike Lara who was eager to face any guy with any size. Many audiences – mostly females but also some males – hate her, and she replied with her winning smile and the wreckage of the dejected guy she had trashed.

When you saw Amanda, your little friend was rising to salute her appearance. Despite her modest chests, she was simply an Artemis – the Huntress – with her taut abs, long brown hair, and square face. She saluted you back by massaging her nipples and moving her hands toward her vagina, while licking her lips in anticipation to destroy you. Many audiences booed her, but you know they were willing to pay extra to see her performance.

She opened her defense and challenged you to take a shot. You grinned and launched some lazy jabs at her, tried to test her guts. She badmouthed your masculinity. When you tried to hit her hard, she grabbed your arm and twisted it. Amanda bended your knee with her leg and locked it. Your bodies touched each other. She smiled and moaned as your erected manhood touched her flower, and slammed your solar plexus from close range with her fist. Twice. As you were coping with the stabbing pain, she was grinning and slammed your nose with her palm.

You fell down and she walked toward you. She grabbed your legs, tickling your dick with her toes, and then stomped it twice. She then treated you into a Boston Crab. She was really strong. After put you in the hold for sometime, she elbowed your side and unmounted you, stepping away from you.

You felt pain all over your back and side, not to mention down there. She took a martial arts stance, intimidating you with some jabs. You prepared yourself for her swinging sidekick and you grabbed her right leg. She dropped her upper body, balancing herself on both hands, and smashed your jaw with her left leg. She used both legs to kick your belly. You fell hard and rolling backward. She raised her hands and yelling to the crowd.

She turned her back on you one second too long. You tried to grab her from behind. She swung her fist with a backhand that you ducked. You held her arm and used the opening to punch her kidney. She tried to stomp on your shin. You parried it and countered by smashing your knee to her belly. You kept holding on her arm and twisting it. As she was kneeling, you used your right leg to slam the back of her head. With her body bundled on the ground, you rode on her, hitting her head with your fist in a traditional submission style fighting. Your legs were wrapping her torso and you tried to choke her from behind.

She slammed her head backward to your chin, disorienting you and forced you to unwrap her body. Fortunately she didn’t follow up, instead holding the back of her head in pain. You pushed her bums, grabbed her midsection and suplexed her.

You felt satisfied to see her writhing in pain. You stomped Amanda’s breasts and belly. You dragged her by her arms and threw her to the cage back first, then you ran and pushed-kick her right on the crotch. The audience cheered heartily.

You held her by hair, forced her to stand and punching her sultry face. She retaliated by kneeing your manhood. She grabbed you, slammed you to the cage and repeated the process. Then she threw you upward and slamming your belly to her awaiting knee. She finished it by hitting your spine with conjoined fist.

Amanda picked you up by the throat, slammed you again to the cage, forcing you to kneel and thrust her vagina into you, while still choking you. She was grinning and demeaning you further. Even her walls were clamping on your junior. While you’re struggling for breath, she was climbing up her excitement.

You surprised her by planting a deep kiss on her, something that she didn’t expect and that disturbed her breathing. You headbutted her face and pushed her away from you. You yelled from the pain, but she yelled louder as the pain was worse for her. You grabbed her again and wasted no time to lift her, smashed her head to the cage, and then smashing her pussy with an atomic drop. Twice.

You slammed her back to the cage again, pinned her, gave her a very hard hook to incapacitate her, and then you decided to kill her with a crotch claw. You didn’t care if it’s illegal – you just wanted the bitch to suffer.

Amanda cried, writhed, and rocked like she was possessed. You kept the grip tight, fearing she would have enough power and room to counteract. She came out hard, soiling your hand with blood and juice, her screams were harrowing. You couldn’t hold your lust, slamming her to the ground with your hand still grabbing her cave, and forced yourself into her. You were already exploding even before entering her, soiling her lower body with your juice. Still, you felt the piping hot pie inside of her. Amanda had lost all her senses and couldn’t do anything but closing her eyes, drenched in sweat, and moaning again and again. You even didn’t hear the bell already been rung since her first orgasm. You had won.

You felt so exhausted and relieved; you threw your body on Amanda, resting on her boobs. You lifted your head, seeing her trying to open her eye and seeing you in deep contempt. You slapped her and verbally abusing her. She was still on the ground, holding her much damaged private.

After you had shower, just cladding with towel, Angela stormed in and hugged you. “You did it! You nailed that bitch big time!” Of course, the hearty hug was quite painful for your sore muscles, but you didn’t mind.