Melody, De-tuned
By SuperCat

So I go into O’Flannerys. It’s this bar over on ninth, kinda midtown, kinda uptown, not that it really matters. I’m not a huge drinker, but it’s a Saturday night and I want to get out and unwind a little. They kinda know me there, and I know most of the folks who are usually there, after all it’s only 8 o’clock, place hasn’t really gotten crowded yet. So as I’m walking in, I note a super cute woman with long honey blonde hair sitting at the bar, she’s definitely not somebody whom I’ve seen there before, and I’m not any stud, but I’m also no dummy. She’s wearing just a nice normal black top and tight jeans and I can tell she has a really, really nice body, not fat, not skinny, but just right. I sit down next to her and Jimmy, the bartender, takes my order for a Sierra Nevada. After he drops off my beer I look over at her out of reflex and she immediately turns to me and gives me a nervous smile.
“Hi” I said. Seemed like the logical thing to say, and then: “How you doing tonight?”
Her smile faltered for a moment and I could feel her tenseness in waves, but I knew it wasn’t because of me. “I’m ok, just out for a bit decided to have a few.”
I decided to put her at ease and I made some small talk about the weather and the college football game that was on the TV above the bar. A few jokes, some witty banter and she definitely seemed to loosen up a bit. I could see a lot of honest sweet charm and some actual intelligence behind those stunning looks. She eventually let me in a bit and revealed her name was Melody and she had come to the Apple from a small Podunk town in Southern Illinois to make it big with the band she and her ex-boyfriend had formed in high school. Well, after about a month she had found the asshole in bed with some groupie and that was that.
“A singer named Melody? How ironic!” I exclaimed, and she returned my good natured jibe with a pained smile and I decided to take a different tack: “So, what brings you this little bit of paradise tonight?”
“A bit of liquid courage, I’m afraid.” She responded.
“See, since I left that cheating asshole, I’ve had no place to go and I’ve been living with a female friend of my old groups drummer. I just got a job waiting tables at this diner downtown, but that’s not gonna pay my bills to get a new place, and I don’t think this chick wants me staying with her forever. “
I nodded to show her I understood her predicament and she continued: “so I was out a few nights ago and I was talking to this guy, I dunno we just met and he started talking me up…he…mentioned he had a way to help me make some money to get on my feet again. No, it’s probably not what you’re thinking, not porn, or at least I don’t think so. He said he was a recruiter for an underground woman’s wrestling league and he could get me a match. If I win, I get $10,000. If I lose my match, I still get $2,000. So I told him I’d do it. I mean, what else could I do? The address is only a couple blocks from here and I just stopped in to try to work myself up a bit before I went there. I’ve only fought one other time before and it went ok for me, but I’m still scared. This is the big city, not the barn behind the Jacobs farm. I don’t know how things work here.”
“Damn Mel, that’s quite a story. So you’re gonna go through with it? I wish I could just help you, but shit I’m only a freelance writer, I’m just getting by myself right now.”
She blinked her huge blue eyes at me and said: “You’re sweet, really, but I couldn’t, I don’t even really know you. But, hey, maybe, would you…oh I dunno, it feels so weird to ask…if I could get you admitted with me, would you consider coming with me? As maybe some sort of moral support?”
“Yeah. Sure, I think I can do that, obviously I don’t have a hell of a lot planned for tonight, and you seem like a really sweet girl. I’d love to come cheer you on. I had no idea these things existed, I mean, I’ve heard of some BDSM clubs that have arraigned catfights in the Village Voice but none of them are over on this side of town.”
She finished her drink, said: “Let me call over to the promoter and make sure it’s ok”, and stepped out the door. After a couple minutes she came back in and sat down again. “He said as long as it’s just you and you’re not a cop. Not a cop? Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into here? He also said for me to get over there ASAP, so if you really want to do this, can we go soon?”
“Well, shit, I suppose we’re about to find out what the deal is Melody.” I said with a nervous smile. Truth be told I was a bit worried for her now myself.
The address she had led us to this place a few blocks towards the river, looked like some abandoned or semi abandoned building, an old warehouse of some sort. She walked around to the back and knocked on a metal door. After a few seconds it was opened by some huge bald dude with a shitload of tattoos who glared at us.
“Whaddya want?” he grunted.
“I’m Melody, and I was told to be here tonight by Jason. This is my friend, I called and Jason cleared him to come with me.”
The bald dude grunted and brightened up a bit “Ok then, welcome to the arena. First time tonight eh?”
Then he looked at me and eyed me suspiciously. “You a cop?” I gave him my most charming smile and said “No way man, I play video games and smoke weed all day. I just like seeing chicks wrestle. Fuck cops.”
He nodded and let us in. We went down a long hallway studded with graffiti which emptied out to a large area with a really high ceiling. There was about a hundred people there, mostly guys but some girls too and the place was smoky and humid, they apparently weren’t impressed with the indoor smoking ban.
“Get a seat down front and I’ll tell the boss you’re here.” Bald dude said and was away.
We found a couple seats in the front row. The center of the room was set up like a wrestling ring, but it was on the floor, not elevated. There were a couple inches of padding on the floor in a 12x12 area surrounded by ropes tied off tightly to corner posts with some padding that to me looked pretty ineffectual.
We sat down and within a couple of minutes a greasy totally Noo Yawk looking guy came over and said “My girl Melody! So glad you could make it! Are you ready to rumble tonight?”
Melody gave a big fake smile and said “You bet I am! I’m gonna beat some ass!”
Again he eyed me up and I introduced myself. He seemed to accept I wasn’t gonna stop the fun and told me I was in for the “fawkin night of my fawkin life.”
I said ‘Hey, whats better to do on a Saturday than watch some pretty girls whale on each other, right?” He laughed and said “Ok girl, theres two more matches to go and then you’re up. I’ll send somebody up to get you after the next fight. You brought the costume I asked for right?”
Mel nodded that she did.
“Good good, well, good luck, check out the action and get yourself ready. I expect a good showing from you! I gotta go get the next girls ready. See you later.”
We took out seats and I said “Please don’t tell me you were talking to him because you thought he was hot.”
She looked at me like I was crazy and then gave me a good honest laugh and said “No! Please! Give me more credit than that. He was the one who started talking to me and I just mostly listened until he brought up the money.”
I smiled back at her and gave her a tight one armed hug of reassurance. She cuddled in tight and said “Thanks, I needed that.” Then there a commotion in the ring and we turned our attention there.
Some guy came out in the middle of the ring, he had some microphone in his hand and his voice came out over a PA I couldn’t see through the smoke in the rafters.
“OK EVERYBODY, TIME FOR OUR NEXT FIGHT OF THE NIGHT!”
The crowd roared its approval and I got this feeling I was in a gladiator movie.
“COMING OUT IN THE CORNER TO MY LEFT, SHE HAS A RECORD OF ONE WIN AND ONE LOSS LET ME INTRODUCE TO YOU…CANDY!”
A light picked out a figure out of the back and a tall blonde woman made her way to the ring and climbed through the ropes. She was wearing a yellow robe which she took off to reveal a yellow micro bikini. She was about 5’9” and had a big messy mound of dyed blonde hair with dark roots. She had these enormous tits, jesus they were big, like 44DD, her bra top was about to burst from the strain. She had a little weight around her middle and thighs but wasn’t unappealing, she had a total porn star vibe about her and she strutted around the ring, pushing out those crazy melons. She leaned in her corner with a smug smile on her face and waited.
“NEXT, IN THE CORNER TO MY RIGHT, THIS IS HER FIRST TIME IN THE RING, PLEASE WELCOME TO THE ARENA, ALANI!”
The other side of the venue spotlit a smaller figure in a black robe who climbed through the ropes and disrobed revealing a fit looking Polynesian type girl of about 5’4”. She had a hard body and nicely sized breasts. She looked a bit dazed, like she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I noted both girls were sporting long socks that reached up to just below their knees. I looked at Melody and asked her what the deal with those was. She shrugged and said they just told her to bring knee length knit socks that matched her bikini. I asked her what color she had and she responded she was wearing blue tonight. I said “Aw, you’ll look great! It’ll match your eyes!” She gave me those thousand watt bambi baby blues and squeezed my hand.
Somewhere across the ring, a bell rang and the two combatants cautiously advanced on one another. This was obviously a matchup between the weight advantage of the blonde and the speed advantage of the Polynesian girl. Their hands flicked out, testing each other, and Candy lunged in trying to smother her opponent and force her back. Evidently having no idea how to defend herself against this attack, Alani backed up and up but ran out of room when she hit the ropes and Candy was on her with her body, stunning the girl. Then Candy changed her tactics and swung a big overhand right that hit the smaller girl on the side of her head. Alani dropped to the mats and Candy followed up by dropping a knee into her stomach, driving the wind out of her. She then put her hands into the brunette’s hair and viciously pounded her head into the mat several times. The blonde followed up the advantage by dragging the semi conscious girl to the middle of the ring and posing over top of her before dropping on her stomach again and wrapping her big thighs around the petite woman. This oddly enough brought Alani back into some sort of coherency, but all she could do is moan as Candy worked her belly. She pulled Alaini’s chin back and punched her in the nose and face several times. When the blonde was done, the brunette was bleeding from both her nose and a cut above her eye, and was in a daze. Candy contemptuously smiled as she poured on the leglock and sneered “Like my legs you little chink?” She then leaned in, ripped off the woman’s bikini top, and started to maul her breasts. The small Polynesian girl started to buck hard in her pain and humiliation and threw a few wild punches, one of which clipped the cocky blonde in the jaw, stunning her momentarily, and Alani threw off the leglock and scrambled away.
I was pretty damn hard already, and I looked over at Mel to see what her reaction to this was savagery. I was already scared for her, as this was a pretty harsh level of violence and I didn’t really see her as the type for hardcore catfight conflict.
She smiled at me and said “I’ll be fine! I’m tougher than you think!”
But her eyes told me a different story.
I turned my attention back to the ring, where Alani had actually gotten an advantage on the big blonde. She had come out of a catfight roll on top and was lighting into the blonde’s huge tits with one hand and punching her in the forehead with the other. Candy now had a slash at her hairline and was bleeding into that bleached blonde mop. She was able to quickly buck the smaller woman off though and followed up with a savage kick to Alanis ribs as she was on all fours.
“Spunky little chink ain’t ya?” She sneered and savagely kicked her again. Alani curled up in a little ball, moaning. Candy kicked her in the face and Alani just lay on her back with blood streaming out of her nose. Candy laughed and picked her up by her hair, grabbed her arm, and violently whipped her back into the corner nearest where we were sitting. Alani just reclined there. Her arms holding her up on the ropes as she tried not to just drop into unconsciousness. Candy slowly strutted over to her victim and did a few stripper style dance moves for the crowd, who was going berserk. She leaned in, grabbed the brunette girl’s wrists to keep her from moving, then started face smothering the poor woman with those gigantic breasts. Alani was in terrible trouble and her sock clad feet were kicking the mat to no avail. After a minute Candy stopped and leaned back to admire her handiwork as Alani loudly sucked in precious air. The blonde smiled and resumed her smother as her opponent started moving her head back and forth in a “Noo!” motion, trying to get any air she could.
“Whaddaya say people! Is it time for me to put this little chink out of her misery?” Candy yelled to the crowd, which roared its approval.
But as soon as the words were out of her mouth, they turned to a blood curdling shriek of pain. It may not have been evident from most vantage points, but Melody and I could see exactly what had happened. In turning her head, Alani had freed one of those huge tits from Candy’s bra. She had sunk her teeth right into that enormous areola and had gotten them in there really good. Candy was in enormous pain and it only got worse for her as Alani not only kept her teeth locked on her tit, but sent a series of savage sock clad kicks right into the blondes crotch. Candy now wanted nothing more than to get away from this savage tigress, but Alani was a force of nature as she backed Candy out of the corner holding her by the sides. Candy’s top was now twisted off and you could see blood streaming from her wounded tit as she screamed in pain. Alani released her for a moment, energized with bloodlust in her eyes, and all Candy could do was grasp at her bloody boob and wrecked pussy. Alani looked at her with utter contempt and scissor kicked her right between the legs, her black sock slamming into the blonde’s womanhood. Candy was beyond vocalizing her agony, and dropped to her knees cradling herself. Alani followed up with a knee directly to the blonde’s unprotected chin that sent her flying back across the mat to land on her back, spread eagled. Alani was on her like a savage cat, attacking the blonde’s womanly targets, boobs and pussy, ripping and biting the tits and sending ten/twelve knees directly into her crotch. After several of these you could see a red stain starting to spread on the blonde’s bikini bottom and I could hear Melody next to me inhale in fright at the savagery. After a bit of this, Candy simply ceased to move and lie there unconscious. At that point Alani stood up, placed her black sock clad foot on the blondes face, and called the referee over to count the destroyed blonde out. The ref slapped the mat ten times for the count and Candy didn’t even move while Alani smiled and posed for the crowd, who was whipped into blood frenzy.
The fight was over but Alani had one last but of punishment for the cocky blonde.
She bent down and bit her bloody and destroyed right boob until Candy came to a bit. When Alani knew she had her back into consciousness, she spit some of her own blood in the blondes face and snarled loud enough for the whole crowd to hear “I’m not even Chinese you stupid fucking bimbo, I’m from Hawaii and I just kicked your blonde ass!” Then she laid Candy out with one last crisp right cross to the chin. A couple men had come into the ring to make sure Alani didn’t do any more damage to the woman and to carry the battered blonde back to the backstage area as the announcer called out Alanis’ victory.
I looked over at Melody and she mouthed a “Holy fucking shit” that only I could hear. Her fingers had dug into my leg so deep that I was losing circulation and her baby blues were wide and depthless.
“I agree Mel.” I said. “That was certainly not what I expected.”
“Me neither.” She breathed. “That poor girl. You think she’s ok?”
“I dunno. I assume she may need stitches, but I can’t tell if there was any more damage. Hey Melody. Seriously babe, if you don’t want to go through with this, I completely understand and we can just go ahead and lea…”
“NO!” She said before I could finish. “I said I’d do this, I need the money, and dammit, I can win, I’m not going to run from a fight just because of fear of getting hurt!”
“I gotcha, but you don’t let anybody hurt that beautiful part of you, ok!”
“What part is that”, she responded.
“Everything. I smiled. Just win baby, I believe in you!” And I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. She responded in kind.
Our reverie was broken by one of the attendants saying “OK you two lovebirds break it up. Blondie you’re up after this match, come back here and get ready.”
“All, right, all right” Mel, said and asked me to look after her belongings after she had removed a small blue bikini and blue socks from her purse. The burly dude led her away.
I turned my attention back to the ring as they had finished replacing the mats that were too blood damaged to use again. Yeesh.
The lights dimmed soon after and the announcer made his way back to the ring to introduce the next combat. He grabbed the mic and said “OK EVERYBODY, FOR THE NEXT FIGHT OF THE EVENING, FIGHTING OUT OF THE CORNER TO MY RIGHT, LET ME INTRODUCE, WITH A RECORD OF 4-1...LASHAWNNA!”
The lights picked out a tall woman wearing a white robe that climbed into the ring and revealed herself as a black woman of dark skin tone, about 5’10” with a good sized afro. She was wearing a white bikini and the same colored knee socks. I made a point out of asking what the fuck the deal with the socks was. They were definitely sexy, but I couldn’t figure out any other purpose.
LaShawnna was lean and well muscled, with good sized melons, a flat six pack of abs, and strong sinewy thighs. She stood in her corner like a Nubian queen, if you will, and smiled out at the cheering crowd. The smile lightened her appearance and gave her a beauty and charm, but you could see in her eyes she was a fighter.
“NOW, FIGHTING OUT OF THE CORNER TO MY LEFT! WE ARE PROUD TO ONCE AGAIN BRING YOU, WITH A RECORD OF 3-0…RITA!”
The red robed fighter strode down to the ring and climbed in. She slowly and sensuously took off her outer covering to reveal a tall thin woman with long straight naturally fire red hair, wearing, you guessed it, a red satiny bikini and red socks that set off her milk colored skin to perfection if I do say so myself. Her green eyes flashed as she looked over the adoring crowd. She was almost skinny, with small breasts under her top, but she moved with the confidence and grace of a born warrior.
I damn near spoiled my shorts just watching these two.
The bell rang and they circled each other warily, before locking up in a test of strength. Neither could gain the advantage from this and they backed off to circle around again, looking for an opening. Then they locked up one more time, and immediately Rita launched a leg up to the black girl’s midsection. LaShawnna immediately countered the move, blocking its complete effectiveness. She twisted the redhead to the side. They tripped over each other’s feet, then went crashing to the mat, and started rolling around. Tearing and punching at each other, trying to work their legs into either a leglock or a crotch attack.
“This is gonna be a good fight son, pay attention”, said the older man who was sitting next to me. “Huh?” I smartly responded.
“These two, they’re killers, I tell ya. I seen them fight before. They don’t let up. You’re a lucky man to see this one. And your girl is lucky she isn’t in there with them.”
I said “Ok, cool, thanks man, I’ll make sure to enjoy!” He nodded and said “I know I will!”
Back in the ring, black had locked up red in a headlock on the mat and was working it into a stranglehold. Both bras had already come off in the scrap and their boobs were on display, reds a-cups and blacks nice set of 34c’s. Rita managed to loosen LaShawnna’s hold enough to work her airflow again and sent several punches into the black woman’s lower abdomen, freeing her. She scrambled free and then to her feet. As the black girl arose Rita sent a savage kick right into her chin, knocking her sprawling. Rita followed this up by pulling the black girls legs apart and heel stomping her crotch several times, drawing screams from LaShawnna. Rita picked up the bikini top that had been torn from the black girl earlier and began strangling LaShawnna with her own clothing with one hand, and using the other to punch the back girl in the face over and over, until the black girl was bleeding from the mouth and nose. This sapped LaShawnna of a lot of strength. Rita followed up by grabbing into her hair, pulling her to her feet, and sending several knees into her stomach, still holding her by her curly locks. She then leg swept the black girl and LaShawnna crumpled to the mat in a ball, gasping and holding her stomach.
Rita walked around to the front of her and reached down to inflict more punishment on the poor woman...who wasn’t so poor anymore, actually, as the black girl reached up and punched Rita square in the pussy.
Rita dropped to her knees in agony and LaShawnna head butted her square in the face, knocking the redhead flat on her back. The black woman lunged on top of her enemy and started clawing at her small tits while Rita screamed in agony, a bit muffled by her now broken nose for sure, but still screaming. LaShawnna followed up with some sharp knees to the pussy and Rita’s struggles slowed.
“GONNA FUCK YOU UP WHITE GIRL” I could hear her snarl. “FACE AIN’T GONNA BE PRETTY NO MORE!”
The black girl had just about twisted her tits all the way around in a circle and Rita was in serious trouble, but she reached way down inside herself and found some more energy reserves. The redhead released her grip on the black girl’s wrists and chopped her in the throat. This certainly got her intent across and LaShawnna backed across the mat on her ass, gagging and holding her throat.
The old dude was right. This shit was incredible. Both girls were topless and bleeding profusely. LaShawnna’s white knee socks were even stained red in many places. Rita’s creamy white skin was smeared with red, looked like warpaint.
They glared and hissed insults at each other. I could head “Slut”, “cracker”, “cunt” and then they both sprang at one another and locked into a mutual bearhug in the middle of the ring. They faced off and cursed one another as they both squeezed, ducking their heads out of the way to avoid another destructive head butt. This favored the stronger black woman though and she soon began to force Rita onto her back. The redhead shocked everybody by releasing her grip and rolling the black girl over using her own momentum, twirling over top of her to pin LaShawnna in a classic schoolgirl.
She reached into the black woman’s hair and banged her head into the mat, four, five times until the girl was stunned, then she got up and rolled her over onto her back. The redhead locked her arms around the back of the black girl’s neck and pulled her up in a classic full nelson hold.
“OH YEAH BABY, LET’S FINISH THIS BITCH!” She yelled and shook the poor girl like a rag doll.
The black woman moaned in pain and helplessness as Rita sapped her of all her energy. This went on for a minute or so, and then Rita walked LaShawnna over to the corner opposite from my seat and smashed her head into the turnbuckle, which wasn’t exactly padded.
Being slightly taller than the black girl she had the leverage to really bear down on the hold. She repeated the move and LaShawnna went more or less limp in her hands. Rita laughed evilly and shook her some more, then went to smash her one more time for the knockout. But the black girl was playing some possum on the redhead, and LaShawnna raised her arms straight up, enabling her to drop down in the hold just enough to do what she wanted to do.
She threw herself forward catapulting Rita over top of her head and *CLANG* onto the metal pole that was holding up the ring corner. Then she did it again before Rita’s arms had even released her.
The redhead turned and staggered in a circle, blood gushing from the opened wound on her forehead down the side of her face.
LaShawnna met Rita in mid circle with a perfect roundhouse kick to the side of her face, her white sock getting even bloodier, and Rita spun to the mat and lay there unmoving.
LaShawnna smiled at her handiwork, but didn’t hesitate to savagely send a few kicks to Ritas crotch. Rita could barely even moan at this point, and the black woman said “JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT WHITEY, LETS END THIS!” then reached down and lifted the destroyed redhead to her feet.
Rita could just sway, barely coherent, and LaShawnna sent a kick to her pussy and then to her stomach, doubling her over as she still held the girl up by her hair. She placed the tall girls head between her strong thighs, then lifted her straight up in a piledriver position. LaShawnna held her there for a few seconds, so everybody could look at her and her trophy, then leapt into the air and slammed Rita’s head down into the mat with a *thump*.
Rita just lie there on her back, unconscious, as the black woman mounted her and called the referee over to perform the now perfunctory ten count. He reached down and raised LaShawnna’s hand in victory as she stood over her devastated rival, placing her foot on the beaten woman’s bikini covered womanhood and making muscle poses as the announcer called out her win to the roaring ecstatic crowd. Then she sneered and kicked Rita in the ribs one last time as she gathered up her bikini top and exited the ring. Attendants immediately came into the ring to attend to Rita, who was only just starting to come around.
And that beautiful girl from Illinois I had been talking to all night who didn’t seem like the type to hurt ANYBODY was going to get in there next????? I felt a serious quiver of fear for Melody and hoped against hope that she was right about her abilities.
During the break I decided to chat up the older guy next to me and find out a bit about all this. Turned out his name was Sam and he owned a few car dealerships out in Jersey. He had been coming here for a couple years after they had started up with these.
“So this has been going on a while then? How come all the girls seem to only have a couple fights under them so far?”
“Well kiddo, you see how these end up. There isn’t a very long career for them here you know? But they can make a lot of money in a hurry, so I suppose it’s worth it.”
I asked him about the girls themselves and he responded “Yeah, they take great pains to only find good lookers with no real experience. I mean who the fuck wants to watch those manly looking MMA types or some beastly broad covered in them fuckin tattoos right? I know I’m not payin seven fuckin grand to get in here for that.”
“Is that what it costs to get in here?” I asked.
“Yeah, what you didn’t?”
“No man, I’m here with the lady I was with. She’s fighting next, and it’s her first time. She wanted some...ah…moral support so to speak.”
‘Hoo boy did YOU get a treat kid!” Sam chortled. “Hey, I saw your girl, she’s a real fuckin lookah. I hope for your sake tonight that she does good for herself. It would be a real shame to see that pretty face get busted up bad.“
“Uh, yeah, I agree.” I softly said, and changed the tack of the conversation. “So, Sam, it’s been on my mind all night, ok, what the fuck is the deal with the socks? I mean, ok, I love legs, and they’re hotter than hell, but do you know why?”
“Ah”, he responded “ok, back a while ago, some of the fighters took to sharpening their toe nails to slice up their opponents, and we didn’t want to make them wear shoes because they can get hurt easier that way too, and those kicks sure pack a whallop, so it was decided to give them some padding and guard down there.”
“Ah, ok, I see.” I responded, but I admit I didn’t completely understand.
By now the mats were changed over, after that last war they needed a lot, and I tried to put my anxiety away so I could put a positive face on for Melody. The lights went down and dude came out. My heart jumped into my throat.
“NEXT UP WE HAVE A NEWCOMERS MATCH! BOTH THESE LADIES ARE MAKING THEIR FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE ARENA TONIGHT! FIRST IN THE CORNER TO MY LEFT, IT’S MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU, DEBBIE!”
The lights picked out a girl of middling height in an orange robe entering the ring who revealed herself as an attractive girl with dark brown hair cut in a bob between her ears and her chin, her orange bikini covered a taut body with nice muscle tone. Her boobs we smallish but nicely shaped and her legs toned without being overly muscled. She had a look of a predator in her eyes though and she sauntered to her corner. I could tell she was enjoying the adulation, cheers and horny catcalls from the crowd. I swear she looked right at me through the ropes and smirked at me. Like she knew I was her opponents…what? (Date? Escort? BOYFRIEND???)
Oy. What have I gotten myself into? What had she gotten herself into?
Dude picked up the mic again…”AND COMING DOWN THE AISLE TO THE CORNER TO MY RIGHT, ALSO MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU, MELODY!”
She had on a royal blue robe that they had evidently provided for her. She ducked in between the ropes coolly and let it fall to the ground. Even if I wasn’t halfway already to being in love with her (WHAT? Did I just fucking say that?), she would have made my heart stop.
She was in a shimmering dark blue bikini that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination and her body was on full display for the frenzied crowd. Her boobs were bigger than I thought, like 34c and very well rounded. She didn’t have a solid six pack, but her belly was flat and tanned, and her legs were lean and toned down to the now ubiquitous blue knee socks. Her honey-blonde hair was loose and hung down her back like the amber waves of her heartland home. She didn’t look scared, or nearly as fragile, as I feared.
She stared down her opponent, but she slid me over a quick glance and I swear she winked at me. I gave her a thumbs up and smiled and yelled a “YOU CAN DO IT MEL, KICK THAT BITCHES ASS! I BELIEVE IN YOU!” that she said later she could clearly hear amongst the din.
The crowd was clearly on her side from the applause and I spared a look over at Debbie, who was staring daggers at Melody for daring to step into her spotlight. I once again got that feeling of fear, but swallowed it back down for her sake.
There was no science as they clashed together, just animal instinct. Nails extended, hands clutched into hair then pulled, and knees sought out soft targets to see who could gain the advantage first. Shockingly to me, it was Melody! After a few moments of thrashing, her hands found the back of Debbies brunette hair and she pulled her opponent down then smashed her knee into her breasts.
Debbie gasped in pain and dropped to her knees and Melody followed with another knee straight to her face! Debbie went flat on her back and covered her nose as blood seeped through her fingers.
Mel didn’t seem like she quite knew how to follow up her advantage and took precious seconds to let Debbie’s anger compose itself before aiming a kick into her cunt. Debbie was able to somewhat deflect the blow and rolled her legs under Melody, tripping her.
Mel landed on her side with a *whoof* and Debbie dove on top of her, tearing at her hair with abandon. She shook the blonde’s hair like a leaf in the wind, making Melody dizzy, and then wrapped her legs around my girl in a body scissors.
Melody gasped as the air was driven from her lungs, and Debbie used the moment to rain blows into her face, hitting her in the eye and nose. Continuing to press her advantage, Debbie worked her hand inside Mel’s bikini top and tore at her nipples with her nails. Melody was in terrible pain and I hoped she could fight through it.
After a few minutes of this torture, Debbie let the hold go and Melody lay there gasping. She had a trickle of blood coming from her nostril and her eye was going to be black for sure. But, thankfully for her, Debbie took her time posing for the crowd before walking back over to her to torture her some more.
As she strode over she was left open to a straight up chop into her orange bikini bottoms that dropped her over and then a crisp uppercut that put her down on the mats again. This time, Melody was on her quickly, locking her into a headlock and trying to choke her out with one arm, while lighting up the brunettes face with her other. Debbie gurgled and her eyes went big with fear.
“COME ON MEL! FINISH HER!” I yelled from ringside.
Debbie started thrashing like a fish out of water and unfortunately for Melody, she was able to dislodge the arm from her throat and she bit down on it, hard. Melody had to release the hold and Debbie scampered away, gasping air in and out.
Melody was slower to press the advantage she still had than I wanted. By the time she made it to Debbie, the brunette had gotten her composure back and head butted the blonde beauty in her stomach. Melody’s eyes went large and Debbie sent her head crashing into Mel’s chin, knocking her head over heels to land on her back. Debbie jumped on her immediately, nailing her with a hard knee right to her pussy and cracking her in the side of the jaw with left and right fists.
Melody was in trouble now and Debbie pressed her advantage with a few more savage knees right to the blondes’ groin. Melody was trying to scream I could tell, but was in so much pain, no sound was coming out.
Debbie sunk her hands into that beautiful blonde hair and pulled Melody to her feet, only to smash her back to the mat again face first. Dear lord, I hoped my girls teeth were ok after that.
She the reverse sat Melody, who was lying on her stomach, and Deb gave her a huge wedgie, to the delight of the crowd.
“SO YOU LIKE SOME BLONDE PUSSY HUH!” She yelled to the crowd and then sent a few punches into Melodys kidneys to soften her up some more
“WELL LETS SEE THAT PUSSY THEN EH YOU FUCKING BIMBO!” and she flipped Melody over onto her back.
“FIRST, LETS SEE YOUR TITS THOUGH, YOU LOSER” and she ripped Mels top off.
She then proceeded to tear into Melody’s wonderful breasts as the blonde began to sob incoherently. She then moved downward and worked over Melody’s abdominals with a savage stomach claw hold, switching her arms off to send left handed punches and degrading slaps to Melody’s face with her left hand, and a few savage punches into her pussy with her right.
Having worked her advantage to a tee, she then stood up and played to the crowd, rubbing her orange sock clad foot into Melody’s face while making muscle and victory poses. She looked me right in the face and could clearly see my distress, it made her eyes light up and I hated myself for letting her get that knowledge on Mel.
She pressed her arrogant advantage just a bit too long though and Melody still had some fight left in her and with a burst of energy she shoved Debbie off of her by her foot and bounced her off the ropes where Melody met her with a stunningly precise kick right to the jaw. Blood flew from Debbie’s mouth and she hit the mat like a ton of bricks.
“COME ON BABY, YOU CAN DO IT, FINISH HER NOW! PLEASE!” I yelled to her, and Melody dove on top of her knee first, landing right in Debbie’s pussy.
She continued with the knees and also began a series of hard rights to the brunettes face while holding her hair with her left hand. I could feel that she might just be able to pull this off and I was going crazy exhorting her and Melody was in a blood frenzy. I could even hear her yelling at her foe “FUCK YOU YOU CUNT, FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU BITCH! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”
But her screams of anger turned to anguish as Debbie had the wherewithal to sneak her fingers into the poor blondes blue bikini bottoms and I could see her grab her and *TWIST* down there.
Melody immediately forgot about inflicting punishment as Debbie pressed her advantage by removing one hand to punch her in the jaw, dislodging her from her perch.
“OH YEAH BLONDIE?” Debbie spat, “FUCK ME? WELL FUCK YOU BITCH, I’M DONE WITH YOU!” And she rained kicks into Melody’s belly and ribs as she lie there on the mat curled up in a ball and sobbing. Debbie then reached into Mel’s hair and picked her up, then she ran her into the turnbuckle closest to me head first so hard I could see the ring move. She wouldn’t let Mel fall; still holding her by her hair she did it again.
Then she pulled her out to the center of the ring and stood her up, arrogantly posing with the semi conscious blonde beauty as a trophy. Then, with a humiliating bitch slap, she knocked her to the mat. Melody could barely even try to crawl away and she moved toward where I was sitting. I yelled for her to please, please fight her way out of it, but Debbie grabbed her by the hair again and led her over to the ropes….directly in front of where I was sitting.
The vicious woman proceeded to drape poor Mel’s head across the middle rope in front of me, choking her as Melody struggled ineffectively to get away. Blood and drool ran from my girl’s mouth onto the mat as Debbie pressed her savage advantage by putting her crotch behind Mel’s blonde hair and used it to force her further into the ropes.
She looked me straight in the fucking eye and smiled and yelled at me “HEY, YOUR BLONDE BIMBO IS A LOSER BUDDY! HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE A REAL WOMAN HOME TONIGHT?”
I could only shake my head, hope for this to be over soon, and not have my lady get hurt any more than she already had been. Debbie laughed at me and slapped Melody on the face a few times before stepping off of her and flinging her across the ring with the ring rope.
Melody just lay on her back in the middle of the ring. Semi-conscious, her eyes rolling in her head in utter agony.
Debbie decided to complete her dominance and humiliation of the woman by walking over to Melody and once again asking the crowd “SO YOU PEOPLE WANNA SEE SOME BLONDE PUSSY TONIGHT OR WHAT?” The crowd roared its approval and Debbie laughed and stripped Mel of her blue bikini bottoms. Taking them off and waving them to the crowd while strutting around the ring, pausing in front of me to raise her eyebrow and laugh at my distress.
She sauntered back over to Melody and picked her up by her bloody hair. When she had Mel in a kneeling position, she kicked her in the ass so the blonde splattered on her face. The she picked her up again and slammed a knee into her belly, then holding her up by her hair so she didn’t fall, another knee into her tits, finally, standing her up with a violent shot to her rival’s face.
Melody had taken a savage beating. Her eye was closed and blood was streaming from her nose. She had blood and dried drool running from her mouth to her chin. She had a cut over her eye which had gotten blood all into her beautiful honey blonde hair. Debbie sneered: “I HAD HOPED FOR MORE COMPETITON IN MY FIRST FIGHT. BABY, YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING BIMBO LOSER. HERE YOU BLONDE CUNT, THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE WORTH TO ME!” And she stuffed Mel’s bikini bottoms into her mouth.
I could hear Melody start to sob in agony and humiliation from my seat and my heart just completely broke for her.
Debbie followed up with a savage kick directly into Melody’s pussy and then a contemptuous bitch slap that knocked the blonde to the mat. As Melody lie there on the mat, Debbie grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, turning her so she faced me. Then she blew me a kiss and dropped a knee straight down into the blondes exposed pussy. Melody started sobbing loudly and Debbie said “SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH” and reverse face straddled the woman while pulling her legs back so her pussy was open for everybody to see. She called over the referee and counted with him to ten while rubbing her bikini covered pussy on Melody’s face.
The match was over but Debbie couldn’t stop herself from throwing a couple karate chops to Melody’s abused pussy before letting her legs splay to the mat. She then got off her and made victory poses to the crowd while putting her foot on Mel’s pussy, tits and finally her face while Melody sobbed and tried to cover herself. She then took the panties out of the blonde’s mouth and said “No way slut, these are mine as a trophy. Now get your sorry ass out of here!” And she left the ring; on her way out she stopped, looked at me, and licked her lips slowly and sensually. Normally this would have all turned me the fuck on, but I was about to freak out because my poor friend was lying the in a fetal position crying in the middle of the ring.
Melody was led out of the ring by attendants. Thankfully, she could at least make it under her own power, and she went back towards one of the back dressing rooms. I turned to Sam and he said “Go son, it was nice meeting ya. I understand.” I nodded and thanked him as I tried to make my way back to the back rooms.
There was a crowd back by the door and I couldn’t even get anybodies attention because they were getting ready for the next match. I looked in the back and I could see doctors working on some of the fighters from previous matches and hoped Melody would be ok.
After about ten minutes of shouting and chaos, the lights went down and the announcer called out an Hispanic name and some girl with streaked reddish hair and a Latin American look came past me in a plaid robe. I moved out of her way and turned to see…Debbie. What the fuck?
She put her hand on her hip and said “Hey stud, you still wanna reconsider that upgrade?”
Normally, this woman coming on to me would be the hottest thing that ever happened to me. But right now all it did was turn my stomach.
“No, no way Debbie. I can’t even think about it right now.”
She rolled her eyes at me and said “Why would you want to be with a loser like her anyway? I got it all over that chick in every way, and I’m a winner baby.”
I looked at her and sadly smiled and said “Look, it isn’t about being a loser in some wrestling ring fighting for money, it’s about being a completely beautiful person inside and out, and she is, in every way.”
Funny how I could make that call only knowing Melody for less than four hours, but it rang true to my ears and in my mind as I said it.
“Suit yourself then, maybe you’re just a loser too.” She laughed at me and went to the back.
“No, Deb, I think both Melody and I are winners tonight in a way you can’t even comprehend.” I said, but I doubt she could hear me anyway.
Now that the fight was going on in the ring, I was able to get somebody’s attention. He said Melody was being attended to and would be out in a moment, as there was nothing broken with her, and she was free to go as soon as the doctor finished up.
About two minutes later Melody was led out to me and I said “I’ll take her from here, thanks.”
She couldn’t look me in the eye, but leaned in against me and we just held each other softly because I knew if I held her too tight it would hurt her. Her left eye was already black, she had a big fat lip and three stitches crossed her hairline.
She had gotten her clothes back on, but was moving gingerly. Her big bambi blues blinked back tears as she looked up at me and I said “Don’t say anything Melody; we’ll talk later after we get the fuck out of here. You did the best you could and that is that. Did you get your money?”
She nodded and I said “So we can go and get the fuck out of here then?” She nodded again and put her head on my shoulder. I gently caressed her back for a moment and made sure we had everything we came with and I asked somebody where the exit was.
As I took my leave of the warehouse I looked back into the ring and could see two Latinas in the ring, the one I had seen going up to the ring wearing the plaid was getting kicked in the pussy repeatedly by another Latina with a light green outfit and a darker Hispanic look, the last thing I saw was the plaid outfitted woman crumple to the mat as blood began to stain the crotch of her plaid bikini.
He led us back through a maze of hallways before letting us out through a two inch think metal door and bid us adieu by saying “You guys don’t wanna come back, I unnerstand, but you don’t tell anybody bout dis place and what we do ok?”
I nodded and said the message was clear. I wasn’t going to end their fun, everybody involved was a consenting adult and who was I to say differently.
“Hey, go two blocks down that way before you hail a cab, ok buddy?” I nodded. Obvious reasons.
I led Melody down the street and hailed a cab, it was only like 5 blocks over to my place anyway, but I could tell she was in no condition to walk.
“We’re going to my place for a bit, is that ok with you?” I said. She nodded.
I had to more or less carry Melody up to my apartment. Thankfully, my roommate Prashnee was down in Brooklyn at some party. I took her to my bedroom and just held her while she sobbed in my arms. Finally, she cried herself out and we drifted off to sleep.
Even though her face was still messed up, I couldn’t have imagined a better thing to wake up to. She whispered at me to kiss her. I asked if it might hurt her lip and she said she didn’t care, she had just been through worse. It was wonderful. She wasn’t in any condition to make love yet, but it didn’t matter.
Melody moved in two days later, as soon as she was able to move about enough to go get her stuff.
We never looked back from there.
Prash, bless his Pakistani heart, knew some folks down in Greenwich who had a jazz club, and despite her being a rocker at heart Mel started singing jazz down there. Turns out she actually did have a great voice. And it turned out I could write good lyrics for her too. Eventually, a producer came down to hear her sing, and then we put some music to my words and cut Melody a disk.
Next thing we knew, “Light of My Love” was number 1 and we had sold 4 million.
Now I look west from our penthouse over Central Park, and the once scared girl from bumfuck Illinois, whom I now realize I fell in love with at first sight, appears behind me and wraps her arms around me. If we look hard enough we can just see the warehouse where this all started squatting behind the skyscrapers like a malignant toad. We never went back there, but every now and again we still go back to O’Flannery’s and Jimmy lets Mel sing to whatever lucky folks happen to be there at the time.
She doesn’t need liquid courage anymore.