Erica v. Belinda

The Rematch

Both women had several weeks to recover and stew about the outcome of the their first bout and were anxiously looking forward to tonight’s rematch. Each of them had felt they won the last fight and were ready to prove who was the better woman. A lot was at stake in tonight’s fight besides a hefty winner’s share of the gate. The winner would be up for a title bout against the winner of the other fight on the card between the current champion, Nadia, and her hated rival Amanda. These were to be the only two bouts on tonight’s card but each had the promise of the becoming the ultimate fight. The room was full, the room temperature was hot and made you feel like you were in a sauna, and the spectators patiently waited for the first two fighters to come to the ring.

Their first fight went beyond all expectations and the fact that it ended in a draw only made tonight’s fight even more anticipated. Neither woman had much respect for one another as a person, nor did they display any kind of affinity towards one another as fighters either. This was going to be a hell of a battle and certain stipulations were put in place for their fight. Like all previous main events, this would be a rules catfight fought within a 16x16 ring, and as had occurred from their last meeting, outside if the fight took it there. Tactics such as punching, kicking, kneeing, pinching and scratching were permitted, biting was not. Arms, hands, legs, and necks were deemed off limits, all other body parts were subject to attack. Faces were battered in their previous bout and were fair game with the added stipulations for this fight. Neither would be permitted to use their fists, hands or any other body parts to inflict damage upon one another, but one could use the turnbuckle, mat, or any other surface for a slam. I was not overly fond of the girls leaving the premises visibly bruised or marked up for anyone to see, but it enhanced the last match and they wanted it added so I was not going to put up much opposition. Being a non-title bout, it was scheduled for twelve rounds and the 25-point scoring system was to be used. Three spectators selected randomly would score the bout as they saw it and would award the points accordingly. Having selected the judges, we were now ready to introduce the fighters to the crowd.

The room lights were dimmed and the hot, blinding lights illuminating the ring made it so it was the only thing visible in the room. I climbed up into the ring and looked out into the darkness to begin the night’s festivities. As I stood in the ring, I could feel myself beginning to perspire heavily from the extremely warm temperature of the room and the bright lights shining down onto the squared circle. From the darkness, the noise of the crowd grew as a single figure approached the ring and climbed up onto the canvas. As the figure entered the ring, I could see the flaming red hair and knew that Belinda was climbing through the ropes. She was outfitted in a knee length red silk robe and made her way around the ring waving to the crowd as she teasingly opened the slit in the front exposing her beautiful creamy thigh. She then began to start her slow strip tease as she slowly disrobed revealing her bodacious body and tonight’s fighting attire. Belinda was a twenty nine year old veteran standing in at 5’10 inches tall and weighed in for tonight’s fight at 151 pounds. She was dressed in a sky blue lace bra and matching panty that rode high upon her hips. She had a milky white complexion that contrasted beautifully against her blue-laced battle gear, and her thick red mane hung loosely down upon her shoulders. She had a magnificent 35D chest that begged to bust out of the confines of the sexy bra and revealed an ample amount of her milky breast flesh. The damage from the previous war had healed up nicely. She had a 24-inch waist that appeared to be a bit softer than it was in the previous bout and 36 inch hips. The blue panty seemed as though it were melted onto her skin as it clung tightly to her, accentuating her ass, crotch, and full whitish thighs. She moved to her corner and rested her arms outstretched along the top ropes and awaited the arrival of her opponent.

Again, the crowd noise began to rise as Erica made her way into the ring and danced around playing to the adoring fans. She moved from one section to another sexily toying with the crowd as they cheered her while she talked trash to them. She looked magnificent as she strutted around in a yellow silk robe that was cut a full 12 inches above her knees fully displaying her heavenly thighs. She loosened the sash unveiling her to kill for body and the black lace bra and panty that covered it. Erica was a fierce fighting nineteen-year-old that stands 5’11 inches tall and weighed in at an even 150 pounds. She was a hazel-eyed beauty with dishwater blonde hair that hung freely down reaching just below her shoulders. Her black ensemble was a snug fitting designer model that sexily revealed glimpses of the areas it was straining to cover. She too was a fair skinned beauty with a healthy and full 36C chest. She had a 24-inch waist that also appeared to be carrying a slightly softer appearance from her previous bout and 36 ½ hips. Her soft, milky skin looked angelic in contrast to her black bikini apparel that made her look so sexy. Her long shapely legs and killer thighs completed the pulse-pounding picture. Both women came to the center of the ring for last minute instructions and glared menacingly at one another. I reviewed the prearranged rules of the fight and informed them I would act as their second for double team situations. They both made it clear I was not to interfere in any way with the fight, that I let them dictate the level to which they take it. Once instructed that if any of the action began approaching a point of serious injury, I would step in and halt the fight. They nodded affirmatively, returned to their corners, and awaited the bell. The heat in the ring was stifling, as sweat had quickly formed upon their sexy bodies and glistened upon their skin under the bright lights. This was going to be a long night as this was the first of two main events.

The bell rang to begin round one and both women moved to the center of the ring and began circling each other searching for an opening to launch their initial attacks. Both fighters had particular modes of attacks in the first fight and I wondered as to what the strategies were to be tonight. They continued to move in a circular motion and about thirty seconds into the round they lunged toward each other and buried their hands onto each other’s scalps. Both screamed out painfully as they each tugged and pulled furiously upon one another’s manes. Belinda leaned heavily into Erica forcing her backward up against the ropes. Removing her right hand from the hair, Belinda drove a hard fist smashing against the soft mid-section just below the ribs on Erica’s left side. The blow stung and forced an ooofing sound from Erica’s lips. Belinda quickly followed up that blow with another that had her fist sinking deep into the belly flesh as Erica let loose a painful moan. As Belinda was set to deliver a third, Erica reached out, grabbed the cups of Belinda’s blue bra, pulled, and reversed positions forcing Belinda backward into the corner turnbuckle. Belinda thudded against the padding and before she could react, she was on the receiving end of a right fist smashing against her left breast. The sexy bra and the meat within quaked from the force of the blow and Belinda let out a painful howl. Her painful reaction let everyone watching know that her tit hadn’t fully healed from the beating it received in their prior bout. Raising her arms to protect her breasts, her soft mid-section was left uncovered and Erica sank her fist deep into the belly flesh below the navel. Belinda oooffed loudly as the air was pushed out from her lungs as she bent over forward with her head coming to rest upon Erica’s left shoulder. A loud smack rang out as Erica’s fist smashed into the white flesh of Belinda’s mid-section just above the panty line. As the air passed from her lungs, she moved her left hand upward grabbing Erica by the back of her scalp and moving her right down between the two of them. Belinda wailed out as an uppercut smashed into the underside of her left breast causing the sky blue harness and the meat within to shake heavily upon her chest. Grimacing from the blows to her breast, she pulled mightily upon the hair forcing Erica slightly to the left and managed to work her right hand downward sliding it inside the black panty covering Erica’s crotch. A high screeching yelp shot out through Erica’s lips and she tried to back her lower body away from Belinda. Utilizing the advantage gained with her paw between the legs, Belinda raised Erica upward and slammed her down hard, bouncing her against the canvas. Erica groaned loudly and rolled over onto her belly reaching for her aching back. Belinda pulled her back up to her feet, lifted her above her head, and slammed her onto the canvas a second time. Again, Erica bounced as she smacked against the hard surface and rolled around grasping at her back. Pulled back up to her feet, Erica was sent flying across the ring as Belinda whipped her toward the corner where she crashed hard into the turnbuckle. The ring rocked as the 150-pound beauty slammed against the corner before slumping downward to the seat of her sexy ass. Pulled back to her feet by her blonde locks, Belinda whipped her across the ring again slamming her back first into the corner turnbuckle. The ring shook and the ropes danced from the impact and the sexy fighter again slumped downward in the corner. Belinda dragged Erica across the ring towards the corner in which I was standing and pulled her up onto her feet by the hair. Forcing her forward, she pressed her body against Erica’s pushing her forward into the ropes and reached around from behind securing two handfuls of Erica’s bodacious breasts. Grabbing hold of the black bra, Belinda yanked downward pulling on the material unleashing the large white orbs. This was the first time Erica’s breasts had ever been exposed in any of her fights and they were magnificent. Her large breasts were very fair skinned with a brownish areola that covered at least an inch and ¾ of the tip. The nipple was a thick brown area that was ¾ of an inch in width. They were the biggest nipples I had ever seen. Belinda attached her hands onto the white flesh of tits and began forcing the tips of her fingers deep into the meat and twisted unmercifully upon the melons. Erica cried out in anguish as her meat was being crushed between the strong fingers and thumbs from behind. It was obvious that these were the real things, no silicone in these bad boys. Looking directly at them, it was amazing seeing the probing fingers twist and crush the soft meat within them. Erica leaned her head backward howling like a wolf at the moon as she tried to remove Belinda’s hands from her breasts. Shifting her hands slightly, Belinda moved her fingers and targeted Erica’s large nipples. Pinching them between her fingers and thumbs, she began crushing and pulling them quite forcefully. Erica wailed painfully from the torturous pinching and pulling, but was unable to relieve the terrible pressure being placed upon her nipples. Belinda pulled and stretched them outward from the white meat of the breast and Erica stomped her foot onto the mat in protest. Belinda continued to work upon the nipples furiously when suddenly the bell rang to end the first round. Belinda pulled and twisted extra hard with her right hand before releasing her grasp and returning to her corner.

Belinda returned to her corner, grabbed a towel, and began to wipe down her sweat-covered body. The heat within the ring was unbelievably hot and the girls were going to sweat profusely before this night was through. Erica backed off the ropes and reached up cupping her sweaty breasts in her hands. Gently she tended to and caressed her tits while looking downward upon them. Just like the first fight, she didn’t return to her corner but chose to remain in the corner where I was positioned. In a matter of seconds, she was no longer tending to them but more or less playing and kneading at them as they continued to grow within her grasp. Her thick nipples stuck outward a good inch and she seemed to be enjoying herself as she gently tugged at them. I was rock stiff within my cotton athletic shorts and she knew it. She leaned towards me and whispered that before this night was over, she’d have me begging her to release me from the pain she’d have me in. She placed the sexy black material of the bra back onto her breasts and turned toward the center of the ring as the bell rang to begin round two.

The bell rang to begin round two and both women moved towards the center of the ring. As they moved in a circular motion, I could see how far Erica’s nipples pushed outward into the material of the bra. They each moved around cautiously almost as if they were waiting to see who was going to make the first move. Belinda decided to move forward and caught an openhanded uppercut smacking against the blue-cottoned material covering her left tit. The tit bounced and wobbled from the impact and she quickly backed away. They again circled each other warily eyeing one another seeking an opportunity for an attack. Belinda tried again to move forward and caught a wild open palm smacking against the side of her left breast. The blow to her breast made her eyes water. Nearly a minute had passed and neither seemed anxious to initiate the war everyone had anticipated. As they circled each other in the ring, Erica slowly worked her way over towards the corner and found herself cornered as Belinda successfully cut off the ring. Unable to maneuver around, Erica moved backward into the corner taking a defensive stance. Belinda moved forward with hands extended outward seizing hold of Erica’s wrists and lifting them upward. With the tummy exposed, Belinda forcefully drove her right knee upward smashing against the soft creamy flesh of the belly. Erica oooaaffed loudly as the knee forced some air out from her lungs. Still holding her arms over her head, Belinda slammed another solid knee against the mid-section causing Erica to look a little shaky as she struggled to stay on her feet. Lowering her arms, she placed Erica’s hands upon the top ropes holding them extended outward from the corner. Positioning her hands upon the wrists and ropes for leverage, she raised her leg upward driving her knee and thigh hard into the exposed belly flesh just above the naval. Erica’s face was wracked with anguish from the solid blow landed to her tummy. Using the ropes to pull herself forward, Belinda quickly followed up with another knee, then another. The ring was shakin’ and the ropes were rockin’ with each knee shot that drove her hard against the turnbuckle. Belinda was cleverly using the ropes to help provide additional power into each knee thrust smashing into the mid-section. Erica slowly slumped in the corner with the pits of her arms resting upon the ropes aiding her to remain in an upright position. As the knee located the target, Erica’s mane would fly wildly at impact and cause her to oooff out loudly. I wasn’t counting, but Belinda nailed her with what had to be at least fifteen blows before she backed away admiring her handiwork as she hung helplessly in the corner. Moving back toward her defenseless foe, she reached up with both hands extended outward and secured hold of Erica’s large nipples grabbing hold of them right through the sexy black material of the bra and began pulling and twisting at them. Erica wailed out painfully and kicked out with her foot weakly striking Belinda’s left shin. Releasing and reattaching her grip, she again pulled and twisted vigorously upon the large tips of the tit meat. Another painful howl rang loudly throughout the room as she kicked out again hitting the outside of Belinda’s left leg. Belinda reached out seizing the front of the bra and pulled downward unleashing the huge creamy breasts. The nipples were large and erect as they protruded outward magnificently upon her heaving chest. Belinda reached out securing the left tit within her left hand and began to squeeze and twist upon the tender white flesh. Clamping onto the large nipple with the right hand she began to wrench it right and left while pulling on it stretching it outward away from her chest. Anguish was on her face as she painfully moaned from the extreme pressure being applied to her large brown puppy. She attempted to reach for her aching tit and the hands abusing it, but with the pits of her arms hanging heavily on the ropes she was unable to protect herself. Belinda tugged, twisted and pinched on the stiffened unit for another twenty seconds before turning loose and backing away to eye her helpless victim dangling in the corner. Half a minute remained in the round and Belinda was ready to dish out some more pain. Positioned just off center to Erica’s left, Belinda wound up and drove a vicious backhand smacking loudly against the soft flesh of the left tit. Erica cried out as her meat was flattened from the blow causing it to shake heavily upon her chest. The meat was mushroomed upon her chest again as Belinda rocked her with another powerful backhanded smash. The sound of the hand smashing against soft flesh rang out loudly as Belinda connected with a third solid blow. Erica bellowed loudly while her heavy breast meat bounced and shook upon her chest. Grabbing hold of the stiff brown puppy with the left hand, she pulled stretching the tit outward from the chest and drove her right fist downward slamming into the top portion of the stretched tit. The blow ripped the nipple from the pinching left hand and had the tit shaking mightily as she screamed out painfully. Pinching and stretching the tit once more, Belinda repeated the maneuver just as the bell rang to end the second round.

Belinda quickly returned to her corner to towel off and to take in some liquid refreshment as the heat within the ring was going to be a major factor. The temperature had to be 115 or better and both fighters were already bathed with sweat. Erica remained dangling in the corner, as her breast had absorbed some major punishment that round. The whiteness of the left breast was now reddened from the blows delivered and her already overly large nipple was even larger as the unit had begun to swell from the abuse it received. Sweat soaked her beautiful body and she slowly raised herself up off the ropes. As she turned and faced the corner, I was mesmerized by the discoloration of the tit and the nipple. Feeling a little cocky, I said something to her about the only aching and throbbing going on here was in her tit. She coolly stared me in the eye and covered herself back up by placing her breasts back into the bra. Placing her right foot upon the bottom rope, she grasped hold of the waistline of my shorts pulling me forward. Maneuvering her knee, she pressed it hard against my crotch causing me some slight discomfort. She asked if that hurt at all and when I confirmed that it did, she stated that the little pain I was experiencing was nothing compared to the ache I’d be feeling by the end of this bout. She took her water bottle and squirted it across her neck and chest, then took some in her mouth and spit it out hitting the front of my shorts. She said I needed to cool down some then turned to face Belinda who stood across the ring awaiting the bell to begin round three.

The bell rang to start the third round and Belinda crossed the ring quickly to engage Erica who held back remaining in the corner. Belinda reached the corner and caught a left fist into her mid-section upon arrival. The punch was solid and caused an ooaaf sound upon impact, but it was not a punch delivered with Erica’s dominant hand and didn’t have the devastating effect intended. Belinda continued forward and reached up seizing hold of the stiff, swollen beef tip and began wrenching and twisting on it through the material of the bra. Erica reached up grabbing a handful of red tresses with her left hand and launched a right fist solidly into the sweaty, soft skin of Belinda’s mid-section. Erica repeatedly slammed her fist into the belly flesh below the naval as Belinda grunted with each punch while continuing to twist and turn on the enlarged puppy. The blows to belly were beginning to have an effect as Belinda slowed her attack and with each punch grunted painfully as saliva flew out of her mouth. Sensing she was losing ground, Belinda came forward pushing her body flush against Erica’s forcing her backward against the turnbuckle thwarting the belly attack. Releasing the nipple clamp, she moved downward lowering her shoulder into the pit of Erica’s belly and thrust herself forward slamming into Erica’s gut. Grabbing hold of the center ropes for leverage, she pulled herself forward again driving her shoulder deep into Erica’s mid-section. Repeatedly, the full force of her body weight was driven into the mid-section and soon Erica was holding onto the ropes trying to stay on her feet. Placing her hand between the thighs, Belinda hoisted Erica above her head and slammed her hard onto the canvas. Erica yelped as she bounced off the surface while reaching for the small of her back. Helped back to her feet, she was raised high into the air and unceremoniously hammered to the hard surface causing the ring to shake once more. Belinda again hoisted upward and the third body slam had Erica scrambling and rolling around on the canvass trying to ease the pain in her back. Held by the hair, Erica was led to the corner on all fours and then helped to her feet. Now standing facing the corner, Erica’s head was driven downward slamming face first into the lightly padded leather turnbuckle. Erica reached out to grab onto the ropes but this did nothing, as she was smashed against the turnbuckle for a second time, then a third. Belinda repeatedly forced her face first against the turnbuckle before releasing the hair allowing her to crumple to the canvas in the corner. Pulling her up onto her knees, she forced her backward draping her arms across the center rope for support while seating her upon the heels of her feet. Belinda then dropped to her knees facing her, uncovered the left tit, and clamped her viselike fingers back onto the swollen nipple. Forcefully pushing the nipple deep into the soft flesh of the tit, she began painfully twisting it right and left, working over the aching tip. Erica groaned from the torture but was unable to do anything to end it. Twisting, turning and pulling, Belinda gruelingly worked upon the fattened tip that was now visibly showing some bruising in the area surrounding the nipple. Belinda’s strategy was now evident, as Erica’s left breast had become the target area for her attack. Pulling painfully hard and stretching the meat of breast to its fullest, Belinda released her grip allowing the tit to snap back and bound around heavily upon her aching chest. Balling her right hand into a fist, she drew her arm back and delivered a vicious shot that plunged deeply into the soft meat flattening it against the breastbone. The sound of the fist smashing against the raw meat of the tit was shattering and Erica howled out painfully from the blow. Reloaded, Belinda hammered home another haymaker flattening the meat upon the chest of her opponent. Again the blow was followed by a painful howl as the meat bobbed and jiggled wildly. Another forceful blow had the fist sinking deep into the tit flesh painfully crushing it against her chest, then another. Repeatedly, Belinda rained blow after blow straight on against the soft globe, pounding the knuckles of her right fist deep into the bruising flesh. Time was quickly running down and Belinda was intent on inflicting as much damage as possible before the end of the round and after about nine crushing punches, she grabbed Erica by the hair and pulled her forward throwing her face first onto the canvas. Belinda slipped through the ropes and jumped down to the floor outside the ring while reaching back in and securing Erica by the ankles. Holding her tightly, she opened her legs and pulled dragging her upon her belly slamming her crotch first against the metal post of the ring. Erica hollered loudly and thrashed around on the canvas in obvious discomfort clutching and holding her left tit. Belinda reached back into the ring securing Erica by the hair, raised her head, and then slammed her face first into the canvas. As she prepared to deliver another the bell rang ending the third round and Belinda immediately released her and walked around on the outside of the ring to her corner.

Erica lay on her belly in the corner holding her left breast when I realized that her exposed nipple had been dragged across the abrasive texture of the canvas which caused the anguish she was experiencing. Looking across the ring, Belinda was again toweling down and sucking down some refreshment trying to put some fluids back into her body. She had been working hard and the heat was unbearable under the glare of the bright lights. Both ladies were sweating profusely and liquids were going to play a major role in this fight. Erica sat up, asked for her water bottle, and squirted it upon her neck and breasts. When the water ran across her thickened, stiff nipple, a pained expression appeared upon her face as the water had evidently irritated the abused tip. She cupped and massaged her bruised mammary and held it towards me asking if I’d like to suck on this bad boy. My dick was as hard and swollen as her nipple and any type of touching would force me to explode, but I was intent on trying to be cool and ignore the comment. However, she had already been a prophet as I was secretly aching so bad it fucking hurt. She tucked her breasts back inside the bra, took some water into her mouth, and stood up to await the bell to begin the fourth round.

The bell rang to start round four and Belinda moved across the ring towards Erica who stood poised waiting in the corner. Belinda moved in and reached out to grab hold of Erica and Erica responded by spitting a mouthful of water into Belinda’s face and eyes. Belinda was stunned by the surprise maneuver and reached for her face to clear the water from her eyes while bending over forward at the waist. Quickly seizing upon the advantage gained by the dirty tactic, Erica grabbed hold of the red locks in front of her and raised her slightly while lifting her knee upward crushing it into the left tit. Still trying to clear the spewed fluids from her eyes, she left herself open to the knee lift and Erica again blasted her in the soft, milky breast. Belinda was overwhelmingly in pain as she cried out from the vicious shot to her damaged breast. Erica released the hair, took Belinda by both wrists, and held her arms extended outward leaving her completely unprotected, and slammed a right knee upward crushing the meat of the left breast upward against her chest. Belinda was visibly shaken and standing upon a set of unsteady legs. Repeatedly, Erica slammed her knee upward mashing it against the blue cup of the bra crushing the tit meat within. Finally, Belinda dropped down onto her right knee, as the pounding her tit was receiving was becoming unbearable. Unfortunately, dropping down onto the one knee did nothing to deter the breast thumping she was getting. Erica raised Belinda’s hands upward holding them above her head and continued pounding her knee against vulnerable breast. After drilling her with ten devastating knee shots, Erica released her victim allowing her to fall over backward onto the canvas. Belinda rolled from side to side on her back caressing and cupping her aching tit. Erica latched back onto the thick red mane, dragged Belinda over to the corner, and instructed me to jump down to the floor and grab hold of her arms. Doing so, I seized Belinda’s arms holding them stretched outward above her head, pinning them to the canvas. Erica bent down pulling upon the cups of the blue bra allowing the large mounds of fair skinned flesh to tumble out. Positioned perfectly just off to her left side, Erica raised her foot into the air and drove it forcefully down, slamming the heel into the soft reddened flesh of the left tit. Belinda screamed out as she thrashed around in extreme pain from the vicious stomp. Her strength surprised me as she pulled trying to free her arms in an attempt at covering her chest. Oh fuck! She screamed out as Erica’s heel crushed the mound of flesh upon her chest for the second time. Erica dropped down thrusting all of her weight into her right knee as it came crashing down onto the throbbing meat. Belinda screamed out painfully while Erica maintained her position on top of her chest, grinding her knee hard into the mushroomed breast beneath it. Belinda kicked and flopped around but was unable to remove it or free herself from the unbearable pain she was receiving. Erica worked the knee hard for about twenty seconds and then stood up looking down upon her prone victim. Erica moved around into a position where she reached down grabbing Belinda by the ankles and raised her legs upward. Spreading her legs open Erica stomped her foot down driving the heel hard into the panty covered crotch of Belinda. Belinda moaned out loudly and reflexively arched her back upward as a shot of pain surged between her thighs. Quickly, the foot was brought down again, pounding the heel of the foot onto the pubic mound. Belinda’s mouth was opened but not making any sounds as she silently agonized from the brutal crotch stomp. Repeatedly, Erica thudded her heel onto Belinda’s pelvic mound causing her body to shake and quiver. Erica finally released her legs allowing them to fall heavily upon the canvas. The round was quickly winding down and Erica reached down grabbing Belinda by the hair lifting her up onto her knees. Belinda’s arms hung limply at her side as Erica plastered her left tit against her chest with a devastating knee smash, followed by another. Belinda crumpled to the mat rolling under the ropes and falling out of the ring onto the floor below. She was in a fetal position while tearfully cupping her left tit in her hands. Erica started to climb through the ropes just as the bell rang to end the fourth round.

I helped Belinda onto her feet and assisted her around the ring towards her corner to rest and freshen up before the next round. She was bathed in sweat and her left breast was quickly becomining a light shade of purple. Erica cast a wicked glance my way as I returned and climbed back up onto the rings apron. Erica remained cool as she squirted water upon her chest and pulled outward on the front of her black panties allowing the water to run down from her belly. Erica was a cocky and self assured individual and to have a highly successful round that saw her damaging Belinda badly was only going to fuel her fire even more. Every move she was making as she cooled herself down readying for round five was cruelly done with the intent of driving me physically over the edge. I hung on every movement of her sweat-soaked body drinking it into my soul, and she played on it like a pro. Meanwhile, across the ring Belinda slowly climbed up onto the apron and back into the ring. She painfully covered her tits back up with the sexy blue brassiere and gathered her thoughts as she awaited the beginning of round five. Erica looked me in the eye and said it’s time to make this bout three rounds to two then turned around to face her adversary as the bell rang to start the fifth round.

The bell rang to begin round five and Belinda moved cautiously out of her corner warily eyeing her foe across the way. Erica remained in her corner observing Belinda’s movements and formulating her own strategy for the round. As Belinda halted her forward movement and took up a defensive stance three quarters of the way across the ring from her, Erica moved confidently outward narrowing the distance between the sweat glistened warriors. Erica advanced slowly upon her moving right in a circular motion around Belinda, who appeared to be back on her heels as she defensively kept her eye upon her mobile opponent. As Erica circled, she occasionally feinted a quick movement toward Belinda causing her to flinch and seem unsure of herself. The cat and mouse dance the two were performing went on for over a minute and the crowd began to hoot and holler their disapproval and urged them to engage one another. Erica defiantly extended her arms outward and raised the middle finger on both hands letting them know what she thought of their suggestion. Of course, the crowd responded as expected, booed her fine gesture, and loudly urged Belinda to pound her ass. What the crowd may not have known that I could tell from Erica’s eyes was that she again had succeeded at what she was attempting to accomplish and would only make her worse. The crowd support gave Belinda some encouragement and about a minute twenty into the round she moved forward lunging to secure a grasp upon Erica. Erica easily sidestepped the maneuver and forced her way behind grabbing the left arm and pinning it behind her back while latching onto the back of the scalp with right hand and violently jerking the head backward. Belinda let out a surprised yelp from the painful maneuver and tried to move forward in an attempt to escape the hold. Belinda reached up trying to remove Erica’s hand from her scalp while Erica forced her forward pushing her face first into the ropes in front of me. Leaning heavily into the back of Belinda, Erica released the grasp she held on the hair and sent a hard right fist slamming into the lower right kidney area. Belinda ooafffed loudly from the blow and her face reflected the pain she was feeling. Erica cocked her fist backward and slammed another hard right into the kidney causing Belinda to wail painfully as spittle sprayed outward from her mouth. A third crushing blow had Belinda howling loudly as she showered me again from her opened mouth. The fourth punch caused more spit to fly and had her dropping down onto her knees. Erica released the grasp she held upon Belinda’s left arm, secured two hands full of hair, and pulled her back up to her feet. Spinning her around, she shoved her back against the ropes and hung her arms across the top ropes to hold her in an upright position. Erica pulled upward upon the second rope locking it into place effectively entrapping the arms of her foe leaving her dangerously exposed. Erica was devilishly delighted with the situation and the crowd grew quiet as their adopted favorite dangled with outstretched arms bound within the ropes. A minute remained and Erica secured the under wire portion of the bra and pulled allowing the meat to tumble out beneath. Taking up a position just to Belinda’s left Erica raised her right hand upward and delivered a crushing backhand square upon the bruising breast meat of the left tit. The sound of the hand smacking against the breast flesh was riveting as it rang loudly throughout the room. Belinda moaned out painfully as the beef wobbled heavily upon her chest. Belinda bellowed out another painful moan as another backhand smashed against her tit meat causing it to shake uncontrollably. The crowd made a uniformed oohing sound as they anticipated the next blow. The perspiration flew and filled the air after the hand smashed against the tit. Erica reloaded and delivered another vicious blow smacking against the bruised breast meat. Belinda’s face was wracked with pain as moisture profusely ran down her cheeks dripping upon her chest. I’m certain it was a little of both but you couldn’t distinguish what were tears and what was sweat. Erica moved a little closer to her victim and delivered a savage elbow smash crushing the meat against the chest as Belinda wailed out loudly. The tit was throbbing, the ring ropes shaking and I was dying from the big hurt inside my shorts. Another elbow smash connected with its target followed by another and I began to wonder if she’d be able to absorb any more of this breast bashing abuse. Almost as if she sensed the same thing, Erica moved directly in front of Belinda and started throwing punches against the right tit. One, two, three consecutive blows landed forcefully upon the untouched meat of the right tit causing Belinda to groan loudly from the attack upon that section of her body. Each blow had the fist sinking into the white meat of the tit crushing it against the chest before it recoiled to receive the next punch. After the seventh blow smashed against its target, Erica stepped back to admire her handiwork and to gloat at the silent crowd. Belinda’s right tit was now a shade of crimson from the breast bashing and she appeared as though she was out of it. Fortunately for her, the bell rang to end the fifth round, but not before Erica drove a hard right crushing into the badly bruised left orb.

Erica backed away moving around the squared circle taunting and berating the crowd while Belinda hung heavily, entangled in the ropes. I worked upon the ropes unlocking them from her arms and Erica hurriedly made her way over and latched onto Belinda’s red locks with the left hand and forced her head down placing it under her upper right arm in a loosely held form of a headlock. She attached her right hand onto the scalp of Belinda and quickly led her to the center of the ring where she leapt into the air forcing Belinda downward slamming her face into the canvas with a vicious bulldog maneuver. Erica jumped up and again moved around the ring doing her best to agitate and aggravate the crowd. Belinda bounced off the mat at impact and rolled over onto her back reaching for her face with one hand and her aching breasts with the other. After a successful round of working the crowd into an agitated frenzy, Erica made her way over to the corner and began wetting down her sweat-drenched body with a water bottle. The water mixed with the sweat and streamed down across her body as she sexily soaked it all in. Belinda meanwhile struggled in the rings center trying to gather her wits about her and make it over to her corner. As I found myself falling into a trance staring upon Erica’s sweat-soaked breasts she quickly brought me out of it by speaking something that I didn’t quite hear. Re-focused, I asked her what she had said and she repeated that the bitch was done. You can stick a fork in her as I can finish her off any time I want. She sounded very cocky as she said it but I also sensed that there was some truth to what she said. One good attack on that left tit of hers and she’ll be crying for mercy. I stared at her with one of those stupid stares no doubt, but she quickly added that she was the ultimate performer and that she was going to put on a show before she finished off the whore. Again, I knew I was standing there somewhat dumbfounded but I did hear what she was saying and nodded affirmatively. I didn’t quite comprehend what she meant by putting on a show but I knew that I would soon find out. She then pulled downward upon her bra exposing her large, swollen nipple giving it a couple of hard squeezes, then tucked it back into the bra and turned to face the rings center. She mumbled loud enough for me to hear that I probably wished she’d take my cock in her hand a squeeze like that. I knew if she did, I’d be one satisfied mother and then the bell rang to start the sixth round.

Once again, Belinda placed her aching breasts back inside the bra and answered the bell to begin round six. She slowly moved away from her corner heading toward the center of the ring. She was obviously feeling some discomfort but she was a warrior and was certain to give it her all. Erica remained in her corner with arms outstretched across the top ropes, daring, almost begging her come get her. The crowd took up the chant and desire to have Belinda whip her ass and urged her on. Belinda obligingly moved forward to initiate the action and as she got within striking distance, Erica latched onto the sweat dampened red tresses pulling her forward. Using her right fist, she thrust it forward driving it into the soft belly flesh just above the naval. Belinda ooomphed loudly as spittle flew from her mouth and she reached out placing her hands upon Erica’s shoulders. Erica drove another hard right into the pit of Belinda’s stomach that had her lurching forward clinging to her opponent. A third right thumped against her belly forcing her forward with her head coming to rest upon Erica’s left shoulder. Suddenly, Erica let out a howl as Belinda moved her right hand downward and latched onto the stiffened nipple, pinching and twisting at it through the black material of the bra. Erica moved her hands towards her tit attempting to pry her puppy from the painful grasp, but Belinda was not about to let go. The crowd noise intensified as Belinda inflicted some pain upon Erica. Belinda still appeared to be fatigued as she gazed outwardly with her head upon her shoulder, but she worked her fingers furiously trying to turn the tide of the bout. Erica threw her head back agonizingly and slowly moved lower and lower until she came to rest upon her knees. Belinda seemed to gain energy as Erica wailed painfully while trying to free her wounded nipple. Belinda temporarily released her hold upon the enlarged unit and slid her hand beneath the material of the bra to pinch her fingers hard onto the naked flesh of the nipple. Crushing the nipple powerfully between her thumb and fingers, she turned, twisted, and pulled simultaneously causing Erica to squeal and yelp loudly. This maneuver brought a huge roar from the crowd and shouts of encouragement to rip the bitch’s nipple off. The nipple twisting managed to uncover the breast, which provided an excellent view of the tender skin as it was stretched and being strained to the limit. Unable to remove the painful nipple clamp, Erica moved her hands into position and thrust them upward driving both fists between Belinda’s thighs into her crotch. Belinda paused momentarily, but renewed her vigorous attack upon Erica’s long, stiffened nipple. Erica again delivered a two-handed fist thrust against the blue triangular patch covering the pubic region causing Belinda to drop down onto her knees. Both women were upon their knees facing each other and Belinda still had a firm clamp on the aching beef tip. Still on the painful receiving end of this encounter, Erica placed her left hand upon Belinda’s hip and moved her right hand down across the sweat glistened mid-section until it disappeared inside the material of the sexy blue panty. Belinda’s mouth widened into an “O” shape and she moaned deeply as Erica seized hold of the hairs on her pubic mound and began pulling and twisting with a purpose. Erica no longer squealed out although her nipple was being savagely punished as she was focused upon her own attack. Belinda placed all of her weight upon her left knee as she raised her right up off the canvas. She moved the leg in and out trying to close her thighs upon the hand tearing on the fur of her womanhood. Feeling as though the battle was headed south, Belinda countered by releasing the nipple clamp and forcing her hand down inside the black panty to Erica’s crotch. Firmly grabbing hold of the blonde bush, Belinda went to work tugging and yanking at the hairs of Erica’s mound. Erica moaned out in a harsh, deep voice and leaned forward bringing her head to rest upon Belinda’s shoulder. She too was moving her lower section as she widened the gap between her legs and closed them trying to stop the painful hair pull. Belinda leaned forward bringing her head down upon Erica’s shoulder working her hand furiously beneath the panty. Both women grunted and groaned, each trying to gain the advantage without faltering and losing their edge. This had become a vicious battle with neither giving an inch as they ripped and pulled at each other’s short hairs. Their legs opened wider and wider because of the tugging action occurring and as they opened as far as they would go, both women’s sweat soaked chests came into contact and were now becoming painful weapons of warfare. They began rubbing and slamming their breasts together each inflicting their own form of damage. The material of Belinda’s bra rubbed roughly across the overly swollen nipple of Erica’s left tit while the meat of Erica’s breast banged heavily against the bruised and swollen left tit of Belinda’s. This had become the most erotic part of the match as both women received as well as dished out some extreme punishment. The crowd was setting a new level on the decibel meter as they roared their approval and continued encouragement for Belinda. Time seemed to pass by too quickly as the bell rang to end the sixth round. The bell rang but neither woman was ready to turn loose of the short hairs. They continued to pull and grunt without let up and I had to crawl through the ropes to separate them. Struggling to get between their sweaty bodies, we all tumbled over onto the canvas with both maintaining their painful holds upon each other’s pubes. Forced to choose, I grabbed hold of Erica’s right wrist and worked on her fingers prying them from the reddish pubic hairs upon Belinda’s mound. Now freed, Belinda pushed forward continuing her assault on Erica’s pubic patch. Belinda grunted loudly as she exerted the powerful force upon her rivals mound and I worked at untangling the fingers from the blonde bush. Finally free from the hand assaulting her, I pushed Erica under the ropes and out onto the floor outside the ring. Both ladies were quickly up on their feet and screaming at one another as anger had overwhelmed them both. I pushed Belinda over towards her corner and peace was finally restored concluding the wild action of the sixth.

What a round. Belinda made a nice comeback and emotions were now becoming a central focus of the match up. Belinda tended to and cooled herself down in preparation of the next round. Erica climbed back up onto the apron and re-entered the ring to do the same. She took a water bottle and squirted her neck and chest, specifically targeting her tortured nipple. She held her breath as the cool water zeroed in on the bulls eye. When finished, she placed the nipple back inside the bra and began tending to her other wounds. Pulling the panty outward from her lower belly, she squirted the cool water down upon her pubic mound again holding her breath as the water cooled and relieved the burning sensation she was experiencing. As I started to crawl through the ropes to exit the ring, Erica called for me to come near her for a second. Obliging her as I always do for my fighters, she positioned herself where no one could see what she was doing and grabbed hold of my stiff shaft right through the thin-cottoned material of my shorts. As she squeezed upon it with her powerful hands, I exploded and shot like a hard blast from a tube of toothpaste. I instantly became weak kneed and struggled to maintain my composure. She leaned into me whispering into my ear asking if I was enjoying the match thus far. Unable to respond, she said, “Good, I’m enjoying it too.” She released the firm grip she held on my cock, readjusted the front of her panty, uncovered and squeezed upon her large stiff nipple, then covered it back up and turned around to face Belinda across the ring. Carefully, I exited the ring holding onto the ropes for support and taking up my normal position just outside the ropes, but a much happier and relaxed man. The bell rang and the girls were ready to start the seventh round.

The bell rang to begin the seventh round and from the looks of things, it seemed that the last round had rejuvenated Belinda somewhat as she seemed to be more alive and had some spring in her step again. She seemed about as refreshed as one can look that’s bathed in sweat and has fought six hard rounds in this 115+ degree heat. Erica didn’t deviate from the earlier rounds and chose to remain in the corner, waiting for the battle to come to her. This was the best-case scenario for me as it kept me close to the action and positioned me to assist when needed, which hadn’t really occurred. Belinda moved confidently but with caution as she stalked from side to side scheming her attack upon her cornered prey. Erica too displayed no fear as she eyed her stalker daring her to come get her. Over a half-minute had passed and the cat and mouse game continued. Finally, Erica stood erect holding her arms up over her head begging Belinda to come get her. Taking advantage of opportunity, Belinda moved quickly grabbing hold of the sweat dampened blonde tresses on Erica’s scalp and pulled throwing her over her hip slamming her onto the canvas. Erica was pulled up onto her feet and again flipped over the hip and slammed to the mat. Belinda pulled on the hair bringing her onto her feet and positioned her hand between the thighs hoisting her into the air. Perfectly executed she threw her down to the canvas body slamming the blonde, bouncing her painfully off the mat. Again, Belinda pulled Erica up onto her feet, repeated the maneuver bouncing her against the mats surface, and now appeared to be in full control. Erica rolled onto her side reaching around with her left hand grabbing for the base of her spine. Belinda walked around grabbing Erica by the ankles and lifted her feet skyward while spreading her legs apart. With legs wide open, Belinda stomped her foot hard onto the exposed crotch while Erica ooaffed and reached down trying to cover up. Per instructions, I reached inside the ring and secured Erica’s wrists pinning them to the mat above her head. The area now unobstructed, Belinda pushed outward upon the ankles and drove her heel hard into the black panty. Quickly and repeatedly, Belinda pounded her foot between the spread thighs slamming into the pubic mound of Erica. Each blow caused Erica to groan painfully and arch her back as though it somehow eased what she was feeling between her legs. After ten vicious stomps to the crotch, I released her wrists and Belinda spun her around dropping her legs over the center rope. Again, per instruction, I secured Erica’s ankles pulling downward until the crease behind her knees was bent over the rope. Erica’s ass was slightly elevated off the canvas and Belinda dropped down upon her chest while pinning Erica’s arms and wrists beneath her. Leaning forward, Belinda delivered a hard right punch slamming her fist against the black panty-covered mound. Erica groaned from the blow and I could see the flesh of her ass jiggle within the panty. Repeatedly Belinda pounded her fist against the panty punishing Erica’s pubic region. Erica grunted and groaned with each punch that slammed against her crotch. Less than a minute remained and Belinda ceased with the punching assault and slid her right hand up inside of the panty grabbing hold of the blonde bush beneath. Releasing my hold upon her ankles, Erica’s ass eased back down resting directly beneath the lower ropes upon the canvas. Her legs were still dangled across the center rope and I positioned my hands upon her knees spreading the legs as far apart as I possibly could. The right side of Erica’s face was on the mat as she struggled to breathe as Belinda’s ass had her pretty well covered as she leaned forward working her hand beneath the panty. The hot conditions of the room and the sweaty body above her face was making things unbearable. I looked directly upon the opened crotch area catching every movement of the hand as it worked vigorously upon the hair-covered region. I watched as Erica’s thighs tightened and tensed up as she tried to arch her back upward to move with the hair yanking motion, but it was difficult to accomplish, as she was unable to use her feet or legs to supply leverage. Erica’s belly rose and sank rapidly as she sucked in air as deeply as she could. Heavy breathing and grunts of anguish filled her airways as she struggled beneath her sweaty foe. The crowd was going nuts cheering her on but I couldn’t hear any of them as I was so focused on the events directly in front of me. I don’t have the best of breathing apparatuses attached to my face but I was drowning in the odor of sweat and Erica’s pussy only inches away. Time was running down and Belinda gave two quick powerful yanks of the pubic hair before removing her hand and redirecting her attack. Seconds remained and Belinda rose up onto her knees uncovering Erica’s face allowing more air to reach her. Belinda reached down moving the material of the bra covering the sore and swollen nipple off the left tit and pinched her fingers hard into the fattened flesh. Pulling and twisting on the tit, she stretched the tit pulling the meat away from her chest and shaking it vigorously. It looked painful as hell as the tit shook and wobbled from the violent action and the fattened nipple meat was squeezed painfully flat. The bell rang to end the seventh round, Belinda delivered an open-handed left smashing against the tit and nipple just after the bell, and before she rolled off her opponent and headed back to her corner.

I thought to myself what a great round as I turned loose of the knees and looked upon Erica’s heaving belly. I wanted to fall face first, bury my face between her luscious thighs, and chew apart the black material covering her crotch. She looked like she’d had a bucket of water dumped on her, as she lay there drenched with sweat. I couldn’t imagine anything sexier in this world than she was at this very moment. Belinda had just finished a highly successful round and actively toweled down her sweat-soaked body and took in plenty of fluids, both internally and externally. Erica lay there taking in the hot air recovering from the smothering action that just occurred. She eventually raised her head up off the canvas, looking down her body and between her legs to catch me admiring everything that which lay before me. She rolled over onto her side and used the ropes to pull herself up into a kneeling position. She leaned through the ropes asking for a full water bottle. Having handed one to her she again soaked her aching nipple and thoroughly flushed the burning fire of her blonde bush. She asked for a second bottle this time taking much of it into her mouth before wetting the front of her body again. I jumped up and climbed back onto the rings apron and Erica stood up throwing the bottle outside the ring. She looked menacingly into my eyes and said that playtime was now over and it was time for her to take over the match. She had her hands upon the top rope as she spoke and was facing me as the bell rang to start the eighth round.

Belinda rushed from the corner across the ring to quickly engage Erica before she had any time to react. Belinda threw herself into the air while slamming all of her weight up against Erica’s backside shoving her forcefully into the ropes. The blow caught Erica off guard as she was rocketed forward with the pits of her arms coming to rest upon the top rope. Belinda pushed her body up against Erica’s, reached around grabbing hold of Erica’s breasts, and started digging the tips of her fingers into the exposed flesh. Erica had a look of surprise upon her face as well as one of discomfort as the tips of Belinda’s fingers disappeared into her soft mounds of flesh. Placing her fingers on the upper portion of each breast, Belinda plunged her fingers deep into the skin, raked her nails downward leaving a reddened trail across her breasts, and managed to uncover the breasts at the same time. Moving her fingers back up top, she again dragged them across her chest leaving raised welts on the tender meat. I don’t think this is quite what Erica had in mind when she mentioned taking control of this fight. The crowd cheered loudly encouraging her to shred her tits, and Belinda raked her nails downward across the soft flesh again. Erica’s breasts were badly marked up and burned as if they were on fire. Freeing the breasts, she reached up grabbing hold of the back of the blondes scalp with the left hand and drove a hard right fist slamming against the kidney. Erica ooofed loudly as saliva flew out of her opened mouth. Belinda drew back her fist and slammed it against the kidney again and again. Each punch hurt the blonde warrior causing spit to fly and her wanting to collapse downward only to be kept up by the pits of her arms. Belinda pulled Erica’s slumped body up off the ropes, placed her right hand between her legs and hoisted her up into the air placing her into a back breaker. What a sight to see, that long sexy body held aloft with her damaged breasts pointing towards the heavens. Belinda took a couple of steps around the ring and heaved her over the top rope crashing to the carpeted floor outside the ring. This was not plush carpeting and Erica hit the ground hard landing on her right side. She rolled into a fetal position and moaned painfully as she tried to gather her wits about her. Just as she rose up into a kneeling position, Belinda leapt from the rings apron delivering a vicious dropkick across the chest driving her backwards onto the floor. The crowd was into it and their enthusiasm seemed to have really pumped Belinda. She quickly rose up onto her feet reached down securing a handful of sweat-soaked blonde hair. Lifting her onto her feet, she led her over to the ring and slammed her face first bouncing her off the mats surface and allowing her to crumple to the floor. She helped a dazed Erica back onto her feet only to slam her again into the rings apron dropping her back down onto the seat of her pants. Belinda was like a fighter possessed as she relentlessly kept on the attack. Belinda pulled Erica back up onto her feet, reached around from behind while latching her viselike claws back onto the soft breasts, and once again began ripping her nails across the tender flesh. Moving her hands back into position, she took both orbs firmly in grasp and began painfully crushing the meat within her strong hands. Again, seemingly fighting without a particular game plan, Belinda freed the breasts and rammed Erica face first against the rings apron. Picked back up off the floor, Belinda spun Erica around and shoved her back against the edge of the ring. Erica was leaned backward against it with her arms outstretched along the mat. Belinda kicked at her ankles spreading her legs apart, then shot her knee upward smashing it between the thighs up against the crotch. Erica slumped as if she was trying to collapse but Belinda managed to hold her upright against the rings edge. Belinda drove her knee upward again thumping it hard into Erica’s pubic region. The fight was not as easy to view outside of the illuminated ring but it was surly proving to be just as vicious. Erica moaned loudly as Belinda slid her hand down inside the panty and began pulling upon the blonde hairs of the pubic mound. She thrust her mound forward to move with the flow of the pulling motion and then squealed as Belinda added the 360-degree hand twist. She pulled and twisted; yanking hard upon the pubes, then quickly changed over again and plunged her right fist hard into the flesh of the left tit. The tit flattened at impact as the huge mound mushroomed against her chest and as the meat wobbled heavily upon her chest, it was violently met by another hard fist plunging deep into the tender skin. Erica was receiving a terrible pounding and the crowd raucously cheered her on wanting the beating to continue. Belinda pounded the breast flesh two more times before grabbing her by the hair and tossing her into the front row of the crowd. The patrons scattered and Erica fell to the floor down between the chairs. Belinda followed her pulling her up into a kneeling position. Grabbing Erica by the back of her hair, she drove her head downward slamming it against the seat of the metal chair. Before Erica could react, her forehead bounced off the metal chairs surface a second time, then a third before she was able to collapse onto the floor. Belinda went down to get her, rolled her over onto her back, and forced her hand back inside the black panty. Belinda again began pulling and twisting upon the blonde pubes while Erica screamed out painfully. As she thrashed around feeling the burn between her thighs, Erica managed to grab hold of Belinda’s left tit and squeeze as hard as she could. Belinda hollered out loudly while removing her hand and reaching up for the awful pain that was burning in her chest. Erica crushed the meat tightly within her grasp and Belinda fell onto her side pulling upon the hand causing her discomfort. Erica started to get up and assume an upper position just as the bell rang to end the eighth round. Erica tried to continue the assault but a couple of the fans pulled her off the adopted crowd favorite pushing her away towards the ring.

The fans helped Belinda to her feet and directed her to her corner to prevent Erica from attacking her any further. Belinda immediately started wetting herself down and taking in fluids preparing for round nine. Erica made her way to the outside section of her corner and she was pissed. Belinda unexpectedly took it to her that round putting a real beating on her. She tossed her head back gritting her teeth as she wetted down the fire burning upon her breasts. Her breasts were covered with raised welts and the cool water had to sting. Some of the markings broke the skin leaving a hint of a blood trail. She also poured water down the inside front of the panty trying to put out the fire down below. She carefully tucked her breasts back inside her bra and gulped down much of the fluid in the bottle before spitting out the last mouthful. She climbed back up onto the rings apron professing she was going kick this cunts ass. I climbed up to join her and marveled at the beauty and damage inflicted upon her tit meat. There was no longer an Ali type of clowning or teasing with me as she zeroed in on Belinda across the way with hatred in her eyes. I think Erica may have been seriously hurt in that round and that she now sensed a bit of urgency or the bout could easily slip away. On the other side of the ring, Belinda stood poised and confident as she patiently waited for the bell. The waiting was quickly over as the bell rang to begin round nine.

Erica didn’t wait for Belinda this time as she moved quickly from her corner towards the center of the ring. Belinda met her dead center and the battle quickly resumed. Belinda bared her claws sinking them into the flesh of Erica’s tits while Erica rammed her fist into the underside of Belinda’s left breast. The blow caused Belinda to loosen her grip, but she quickly returned to crushing the breast flesh within her powerful paws. Erica was feeling the overwhelming burn within her breasts and again pummeled Belinda’s left tit with a solid uppercut. Again this created a pause in her attack and Erica jumped all over this small break and launched a right, left, right assault on the sore left orb. Belinda retreated hastily cupping her tit within her hands. Erica pursued her into the corner trying to get at the well-protected left tit of Belinda’s. Frustrated by her inability to penetrate her defenses, Erica grabbed Belinda by the hair and slammed her head into the turnbuckle. Belinda was slow to react and again she was rammed into the turnbuckle before covering up. Erica pulled her from the corner by the hair and flung her toward the center of the ring where she bounced and slid across the canvas. Erica hurried over, lifted her up onto her feet by the hair, and was greeted by a hard right fist slamming into her lower belly just below the waistline of the panty. The blow caused Erica to cease with the hair pull as she paused her attack and her mouth formed a painful “O” shape. Belinda, from her knees sent another powerful shot sinking into the softened belly flesh at the waistline. That punch had Erica reaching and clutching her tummy as the pain burned inside her gut. Still from the kneeling position, Belinda reached up grabbing two handfuls of tit meat and began crushing them in her powerful grasp. Erica screamed out painfully and reached up trying to remove the claws inflicting the pain. Having no success and becoming desperate, Erica sent her right knee upward crushing the breast meat of Belinda’s left tit painfully to her chest. Belinda grabbed for her tit holding it in her hands as she rolled over backward and thrashed around on the mats surface. Erica paused to reach up and caress her own breasts and didn’t immediately pursue her even though the opportunity presented itself to her. Erica moved over to the corner and seated herself on the middle turnbuckle while gulping air into her lungs and tending to her tits. Belinda meanwhile struggled to regain her composure and slowly made her way up onto her knees while continuing to hold onto her bruised, swollen left tit. Both fighters were obviously hurt and it appeared whichever sweat-soaked warrior could recover first would gain the victory. Over a half-minute had passed and Belinda managed to get up onto her feet and stagger in the direction of Erica. As she neared the corner, Erica raised her leg into the air driving her foot into Belinda’s belly causing her grab her mid-section and double over. Still seated upon the turnbuckle, Erica pushed her left hand against Belinda’s forehead forcing her into a more erect standing position and drove a right fist against the left tit. Belinda dropped to her knees as if she’d been shot and leaned forward wrapping her arms around Erica’s thighs and clung tightly to her. Her left tit was killing her as tears welled up within her eyes, but she managed to tie up Erica preventing any more tit abuse for the moment. With Belinda clinging tightly to her, Erica could only bury her hands onto the sweat-dampened hair and pull, jerking Belinda’s head around as she violently shook her. Less than a minute remained and while Erica continued to work her scalp, Belinda released her clasp around Erica, raised up slightly and drove a right fist into her belly. Erica slowed her hair pulling attack and received a second blow crashing into her soft mid-section. Erica released her hold upon the hair and grabbed hold of the top ropes trying to hold herself up as she started to slide down off the center turnbuckle. Left wide open, Belinda buried another right into the belly flesh and Erica slumped down in the corner coming to rest on her backside. Belinda leaned forward grabbing hold of both breasts crushing them tightly with her hands and digging the tips of her fingers into the flesh. Erica cried out painfully and reached up grabbing Belinda’s left tit in her hand and squeezed mightily, flattening the swollen meat within. Belinda threw her head back howling in pain but reluctant to loosen her grip upon Erica’s chest. Erica too was wailing painfully but not about to turn loose of the flesh she was crushing in her hand. The bell rang ending the ninth round but neither fighter turned loose of the flesh they were abusing. Again, I had to enter the ring and put myself in harms way as I worked at prying them from each other’s tits. Although she was sweaty and slippery, it was much easier to separate them this time as I got behind Belinda and pulled her away to the center of the ring. Erica was seated in the corner and unable to quickly pursue her. Stepping between the two, Belinda moved towards her corner and Erica slowly pulled herself up to her feet and immediately went to work.

I had certainly been granted my fondest wish, as the fight was everything and anything I could have possibly asked for. Both women were giving it their best effort, fighting hard and really wearing each other out. Neither woman seemed as if they wanted to give in but both appeared as though it could end at any moment. Belinda worked upon herself across the way as she tended to her painfully bruised left tit and drenched her body with a couple of water bottles. Erica soaked her burning breasts with a couple of bottles of cool water, then hung her arms along the top ropes as she bent forward trying to regain her composure. She had gotten a lot more than I think she anticipated and was embroiled in the fight of her life. I was certainly not keeping score but I had to think that she was trailing considerably on points with three rounds remaining. Both babes were soaked with water and sweat. Their bodies glistened like oil wrestlers from the glare of the bright lights. When breasts or other parts of the bodies were being slammed, you could see the perspiration fly from the body. The intense heat was taking its toll but our fierce warriors managed to fight on. I couldn’t see how Belinda was dealing with things across the ring but it was clearly visible that Erica’s belly was moving rapidly in and out, as she took air into her lungs. Again, she did not display any cockiness or the banter she had in the previous rounds. If she hadn’t been earlier, she was now one hundred percent serious and the fight was on the line. This was about survival. The bell rang to begin round ten and both fighters turned toward the center of the ring.

The bell rang to begin round ten and both battle weary warriors moved towards the rings center. Slowly they moved in a circular motion eyeing one another while searching for an opening to launch an attack but trying to keep themselves out of harms way. Neither fighter was moving quite as briskly as they had in the earlier rounds, as their footwork was now a little slower and heavier. As one or the other reached out for the other, the advance was easily quelled as each slapped away the hand as it attempted to secure them. Over half a minute had passed and they continued to do the center ring dance. The crowd began getting antsy and hollering for Belinda to attack and obviously spurred on by the crowd, she lunged forward reaching for Erica’s soak stranded hair. Erica wrapped her arms around Belinda and pushed her way forward backing Belinda into the corner where I was located. Belinda was trying to secure her by the hair but was abruptly met by the turnbuckle and Erica’s right shoulder pushing against her left tit. Belinda released the hair and gasped loudly as she felt the painful throb in her generous left orb. Again, Erica thrust herself forward pushing her shoulder into Belinda’s throbbing tit. Belinda groaned painfully while wrapping her arms around Erica trying to prevent her from delivering any more shoulder digs against her tit. Both sweat-drenched battlers were holding onto each other for dear life and throwing the occasional slap against one another’s backs. Staining and grunting with effort, Belinda managed to move her right hand, slide it down inside the black panty of Erica’s, and grab hold of the blonde pubes beneath. Erica gasped and squealed as she felt the short hairs of her pubic mound being pulled and frantically moved her hands all over Belinda. Feeling the pain down between her legs and finding no particular useful target, Erica slowly began dropping downward and coming to rest upon her knees. Belinda dropped down with her and maintained her tight grip of the blondish bush while pulling and twisting unmercifully. Erica continued to work her way downward as she fell over sideways and was down on the mat on her back with Belinda kneeling above her. Belinda really worked her hand feverishly beneath the black panty as Erica squirmed and yelped with each powerful turn of the hand. Belinda’s hand was working hard between those sweaty thighs and Erica started to push herself across the mat on her back and positioned herself at the rings edge beneath the ropes. Utilizing her only method of escape, Erica pushed herself over the edge and dropped down onto the floor outside the ring, as Belinda reluctantly had to release her grip upon the pubic hairs. Erica rolled upon her back with her hands cupping her crotch trying to ease the burning pain she was experiencing between her thighs. Belinda stood up and looked outside the ring at Erica down below on the floor. Belinda stepped through the ropes, jumped down onto the floor, and reached down to grab Erica by the hair. From her back, Erica shot out a right fist slamming it into the hanging left breast while Belinda was bent over. The fist smacked hard against the tit and straightened up Belinda as she turned and staggered away while grabbing for her breast. Erica was in no condition to quickly follow up, so she used the time to slowly sit up, and then pull herself back onto her feet. Fifteen to twenty seconds passed during this recovery period and we were now down to less than a minute remaining in the round. Erica was first to gather her wits about her and ran towards Belinda throwing herself upon Belinda’s back. The momentum carried both fighters into the crowd and as the crowd scurried, both fell down onto the floor between the chairs. Erica was again first to maneuver into position and scooted herself behind Belinda wrapping her legs around her waist placing Belinda into scissor hold. Locking the hold tightly at the ankles, Erica gave it her all as she squeezed mightily upon the sides of Belinda’s waist. Belinda screamed out painfully as she tried first to pry apart the tightly locked legs crushing her and then tried to reach behind her to grab hold of anything she could grasp. Erica took advantage of the situation, grabbed hold of Belinda's damp red hair with the left hand, jerked her head backward, then reached around with the right hand pulling down upon the blue bra uncovering the left tit while securing a crushing grasp on the raw meat. Belinda was in a painful predicament with her throbbing breast meat being squeezed in Erica’s right hand and her mid-section being crushed by those powerful thighs. As anguished as she was, Belinda knew that if she didn’t free her bruised, aching tit from Erica’s hand that the fight would be all over. Throbbing and burning with pain, Belinda went to work grabbing hold of Erica’s right wrist attempting to apply some pressure to ease the grip crushing her meat while also working at removing the tips of Erica’s fingers from her flesh. The pain was overwhelming but she worked frantically to free her breast from Erica’s talon. Belinda finally pried the hand from her tit, squirmed, twisted her body sideways within the scissor hold, and ended up with her back towards the floor. More importantly, her left tit was free and out of Erica’s immediate reach. With the final seconds winding down, Erica was not about to let it go by without inflicting some further damage so she loaded up the right fist and slammed it against the bra covered right tit causing the meat of Belinda’s chest to shake and wobble. Erica delivered another hard fist against the right tit and the bell rang to end the tenth round. Erica was just about ready to deliver another when the crowd jumped in and pulled her away before any more damage could be done. Erica was hot and cursed at everyone as she tried to get back at Belinda unsuccessfully. With that, the tenth was concluded and Erica returned to her corner area for refreshment and recovery.

Belinda was helped back to her corner by some caring fans where she began tending to her aches and pains. Water was the saving element of this fight as the intense heat was proving to be a major factor to their survival. Belinda had been drinking fluids for almost the entire bout and had what I thought to be the advantage as of now. Erica eventually became a little more serious as the fight wore on and she had been gulping it down the last the few rounds. It was also proving valuable to pour upon themselves for various reasons. Whatever the reasons, their glistening, wet bodies were sexy as hell and seemed to enhance the fierce action that was taking place in the ring. Erica drenched herself with cool water as she dumped it upon her head allowing the water to stream down her face, dripping onto her body. She took another bottle and gulped it down with some spillover flowing out the corners of her mouth as it ran down her chin and neck. The perfumed smell that she entered the ring with about forty-five minutes ago had been replaced by one of a hard fought, sweaty body odor. It wasn’t overly foul, but was quite noticeable. Didn’t matter to me though as I still would have given anything to sexually ravage her sexy body. She threw the bottles from the ring and turned to face Belinda who waited across from her for the bell to start round eleven.

The bell rang to begin round eleven and both women moved slowly toward the center of the ring. Erica plodded towards her without fear and reached out grabbing two handfuls of the red, dampened hair. Pulling downward, she pulled Belinda forward placing her head between her thighs and locked her ankles as she tightly clamped her thighs together crushing them upon Belinda’s head. Belinda tried to pry the thighs apart to alleviate some of the pressure being applied to her skull but without success. She began to punch at the outside portions of the legs in hopes that it would ease the pressure, but the crushing thighs were relentless. Belinda slowly dropped down onto her right knee gasping and fighting for air. Erica maintained the pressure while bending over to grab hold of her. Erica bent over wrapping her arms around Belinda’s waist and while doing so, had to open her legs slightly allowing Belinda to gain some relief. The relief was short lived as she lifted her upward, hoisting her lower torso skyward and tightening her thighs again. Once Belinda was held properly in place, Erica dropped downward towards a sitting position perfectly executing a pile driver as Belinda’s head was driven down onto the canvas and she collapsed limply down onto her belly. Belinda lay face down on the canvas with her arms down by her side motionless as Erica climbed up onto her feet. Looking down upon her foe, she raised her foot stomping it hard onto the back just below the shoulder causing Belinda to stir slightly. Erica reached down grabbing Belinda by the hair, pulled her onto her feet, and lifted her high into the air and body slammed her hard against the canvas. Belinda bounced from the impact with the mat and moaned painfully as she lay prone on the canvas. Erica pulled Belinda onto all fours and reached down unhooking the back of the blue sweat soaked bra and pulled it off her adversary. She walked over to the ropes tossing it into the crowd that was cheering Belinda on. Returning to her kneeling victim, she pulled her up to her feet and again raised her upward, then slammed her down hard bouncing off the mat. The ring shook with the mighty impact and breast flesh wobbled and shook uncontrollably upon Belinda’s chest. Grabbing her by the hair, she again pulled her up onto her feet and raised her into the air slamming her onto the mat. Belinda moaned agonizingly long and hard, as I was fixated upon her shaking tit meat. Erica moved around positioning herself at Belinda’s feet, reached down securing a foot in each hand, and lifted the legs skyward. With precision timing, Erica spread the feet apart opening the legs wide while delivering a thunderous heel slamming into Belinda’s pubic mound. Belinda pounded her extended arms and hands against the mat while her body recoiled upward and the tit meat jiggled. Before she could cover up and move her hands down to protect her crotch, the foot came slamming onto the mound again causing Belinda to repeatedly pound the palms of her hands against the canvas from the painful blow. Held spread like a wishbone, Erica repeatedly slammed her foot onto the front of the blue sweat-soaked panty, driving the heel of the foot onto the pubic bone. Belinda groaned with each foot thrust and wailed away with the palms of her hands slapping at the mat. This round started badly for Belinda and it only got worse. One final heel thrust smashed into her crotch, about the tenth delivered, and Belinda’s legs were freed to fall heavily to the mat and she reached down cupping and caressing her battered mound. About a minute remained and Erica pulled her back onto her feet by the hair and grabbed her by the wrist and swung her sending her back crashing against the turnbuckle causing her to collapse downward in the corner. Picking her up she forced her forward against the ropes placing her arms across the top rope dangling her in front of the almost silent crowd and me. Reaching from behind, Erica grabbed hold of Belinda’s fleshy mounds squeezing and mangling the meat with her powerful hands. Belinda flopped around as best she could but without any type of success of preventing the groping claws from mangling and plunging into the skin. Belinda tilted her head backward as she looked helplessly towards the ceiling hoping to hold out for another thirty seconds. Although it was impossible to tell, the crushing of the left tit was unbearable and tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. The tears were lost amongst the extreme perspiration that covered her from head to toe. Removing the right hand from the breast, Erica moved it downward sliding it into the front of the panty securing a handful of damp, reddish bush. Belinda squealed loudly as she felt the twinge beneath her panty, as her short hairs were being stretched and twisted. My eyes were bulging from the magnificence of the mauling action occurring upon the crotch. Belinda opened her legs wide due to the tugging action on her pubes and I was basking in it. The stench of the sweaty bodies seared through my nasal passages and I clearly smelled the odor of crotch. Seconds remained and she was still holding on. The pits of her arms hung across the top rope, her left tit being crushed within the powerful grasp of the left hand, and her triangular red patch of hair being yanked upon, tugging at the skin of her pubic mound, stretching it to the extreme. Erica was working her hard as the bell rang to end the eleventh round. Erica doesn’t let up and I have to work my hand onto her wrist to free the left tit from her grasp, then move downward trying to remove her hand from the pubic hairs as painlessly as possible. Freed from the clutches of Erica’s claws, she received a knee lift crashing into the right kidney area causing Belinda to wail painfully as spit and sweat sprayed upon me as she hung weakened on the ropes. Erica grabbed hold of the back of the hair and flung her off the ropes and sending her crashing onto her back in the center of the ring. Erica then moved over to her corner and began taking in the fluids.

What a brutal round experienced by Belinda. It appears that the tide has shifted over to Erica’s favor. Belinda I feel was very fortunate to hold on that round as I sincerely thought that the pain she was feeling within her darkened, bruised left tit was going to cause her to submit. I’m not sure, maybe it comes with age and experience, but I am pleasantly surprised to see it head to a twelfth and final round. Erica on the other hand has to be fighting and thinking submission because I’m positive she feels she trails on the scorecards on points, and if she doesn’t get Belinda to submit she could lose the bout. I was thrilled with all the intrigue that still surrounded the match heading towards its conclusion. Belinda still struggled on the mat in the center of the ring due to the thumping just received only moments ago. Was she going to be able to pick herself up and ward off Erica was a question mark looming big at this time. Erica, her youth serving her well in the last couple of rounds was soaking herself down preparing to go do battle one more time. Was she going to be able to overcome the early rounds or was Belinda going to hang on and win the battle on points. Belinda struggled her way onto her knees and the bell rang to begin the final round.

The bell rang to start round twelve and Erica moved quickly toward Belinda who was on her knees in the center of the ring. Erica moved right towards her and bashed her right knee against the left tit that had Belinda falling over backward and rolling around cradling her left tit in her hands. Erica stalked around her in the ring, pulled her up onto her knees, and delivered another breast crushing blow into the bare, bruised flesh. Belinda again rolled around painfully on the canvas and did the only thing she could at this point and rolled herself out of the ring dropping to the floor below. Erica was quick to follow her outside the ring to continue the attack. Erica jumped down from the rings edge and went over toward Belinda who had managed to get up onto hands and knees. Erica punted her foot upward smashing into the right ribcage of Belinda that sent her toppling over onto her back. Belinda placed her hands on her side and moaned painfully while pounding the sole of her right foot against the carpeted floor. Erica pulled her up onto her feet by the hair and delivered a hard left punch against the ribcage forcing a pained cry from her opponent. Another hard left directed into the same spot had Belinda collapsing downward onto her right knee grimacing from the painful beating she was receiving. Erica utilized the positional opportunity and thumped a powerful kneecap crushing the bruised breast meat against the chest forcing Belinda back down onto the floor. Belinda rolled over and over until she encountered the draping at the base of the ring and went fetal clutching her left tit. Just a little over a minute had gone by in the round and I was already wondering if Belinda would last out the round. Erica seized her by the hair again, pulled her upward onto her feet, and swung her around crashing backward into the rings edge. Belinda looked wobbly as she stayed on her feet through the help of the rings surface and her firmly planted elbows. With elbows to her side she left herself wide open and received a stinging backhand smashing against the bruised, swollen meat of the left breast. Before the tit could settle it was rocked again by a vicious backhand slamming against the meat. Belinda was defenseless and seemed unable to attempt to cover up. Erica swung wide sending an open handed slap stinging against the side of the flesh knocking the tit against her right before bouncing around and settling back into place. Then she delivered a huge backhand cracking on the inside portion of the tit sending it flopping outward and dancing heavily upon her chest. Another roundhouse came smashing against the outer portion of the tit and Belinda rolled with the blow and found herself facing forward toward the ring while bent over resting upon her elbows protecting her left tit. Erica grabbed Belinda by the back of the hair with the right hand and pulled outward on Belinda’s left wrist with the left hand pulling it behind her back. Erica forced Belinda’s head downward slamming it against the canvas. Jerking the head upward, she again drove it down forcefully bouncing it against the mats surface. One more head slam against the mat and Belinda collapsed downward onto the floor at Erica’s feet. We were nearing the two-minute mark, the crowd was silent, and hoping Belinda could hold on. Erica brought her back onto her feet by the hair and led her over to the front row, where some of the crowd was located. They immediately jumped up allowing the fight to spill over into the audience area. Erica drove her head downward slamming it against the backrest of the metal chair with a loud thud and Belinda crashed down to the floor between the seats. Erica went down after her and then the crowd formed around them so I no longer had direct sight of the battle. I couldn’t see what was going on because the crowd surrounded them, but I heard Erica’s voice, as she let loose with a hellacious yell and the crowd suddenly got loud. I finally broke through, looked down, and saw Erica on her back holding her left tit. Belinda was on her side and seemed to still be dazed, confused, and struggling to get up. A male fan placed his hands up under the pits of her arms lifting her onto her knees and threw her on top of Erica. Erica wrapped her right arm around the back of Belinda’s neck trying to apply some pressure, Belinda meanwhile managed to work her right hand down inside the black bra and began wrenching and twisting on the swollen nipple. Pain shot through the tip of Erica’s breast as she thrashed around and pounded the soles of both feet onto the carpeted floor. About thirty seconds remained and Erica was beside herself with Belinda’s body weight laying across her upper body working her fingers furiously pinching and twisting at the swollen tip of her tit flesh. Belinda’s weight was holding her down and kept her from being able to mount any kind of an offensive. Erica wailed and screamed out painfully and repeatedly stomped her feet against the floor as Belinda tortured her beef tip. The meat of Erica’s thighs jiggled from the floor pounding motion and she had them opened wide providing everyone of a fantastic view of her crotch. Time was running down quickly and Erica was bucking like a horse trying to throw her opponent off her. Belinda meanwhile managed to keep her upper position and tug for all its worth upon the sore, swollen nipple. The crowd was cheering Belinda on and the bell rang ending the twelfth and final round of the bout. Belinda kept wrenching away at the nipple and I had to step in and free Erica from her grasp. As I worked at freeing the nipple, I sort of felt slightly afraid as the crowd became very vocal towards me while helping Erica. Once freed, I directed both fighters back towards the ring and to their corners where they both started soaking themselves with water and to begin cooling down.

Both fighters had soaked themselves down and toweled off while tending to their battered and bruised bodies. Each had put forth a magnificent performance and had certainly earned their money tonight. Each woman covered up with their robes after cooling down and stood in their corners awaiting the decision of the fight. Erica seemed a little pissed as she seemed to think someone from the crowd reached in severely pinching her nipple and altering the events in the latter portion of the round. I certainly did not see it and she wasn’t one hundred percent certain so there was nothing I could do regarding the incident. Five minutes had passed and we were still waiting for the three judges to submit the scorecards and everyone was a little tense and antsy. The crowd started to holler and instruct them and I had to move them to one of the dressing rooms to finish their duties. While waiting back in the ring, I eyed and admired the two women warriors that just completed this epic battle. Both were very upbeat and confident they had just won the fight and neither seemed as leg weary as they had in the latter rounds. Belinda wore just her robe over the top of the remainder of her fighting gear as her bra was somewhere in the crowd, no doubt a souvenir for some lucky fan. Erica also removed her top and covered up with the robe, as the material of the bra was being abrasive to the red scratch marks upon the tender meat of her breasts and her abused nipple. Finally, our three boys emerged from the dressing room, handed me their scorecards, and returned to their seats. The crowd became silent as I looked down upon the first scorecard and began to announce the results. The girls moved towards me at the rings center and I again was overwhelmed by the smell of both fierce fighters. Judge # 1 scored the bout 153 – 147 in favor of Belinda. The crowd let loose a deafening roar of approval and Belinda danced slightly in the rings center acknowledging the crowd. Judge #2 scores the bout 153 – 147 in favor of Erica. The crowd hissed and booed loudly while throwing in a few comments as to which fight was it that the judge was watching. Erica danced and defiantly extended her arms upward giving all in attendance the middle finger letting them know what she thought of them. As I stared at the third scorecard, I had to pause and think before I read it off to everyone that anxiously waited to hear the final result. Judge #3 scores the bout 150 – 150 and we have the bout scored once again as an even draw. The crowd went nuts booing and screaming at the guys that scored the fight. The girls were nuts stalking around the ring screaming at each other and me that there was no way that the bitch kept up with me. Chaos was now the mood sweeping the arena and I was thinking as quickly as possible of solutions to the problem now at hand. After taking each woman aside and talking briefly with them, I went over and began banging upon the bell to try to silence everyone and to make an announcement to all. Once the crowd was silenced, I again announced that the bout was deadlocked but a winner would have to be determined because the winner was to get a shot at the championship in their next fight. Everyone was overly quiet as they were now hanging on my every word. Since the majority if not all the crowd was favoring Belinda it was not possible to turn it over for a crowd majority rule to decide the outcome, so the girls have agreed to fight an extra round in sudden death. A loud cheer went up from the crowd as they were to be treated to more of these vicious females going to war. Both have agreed to fight the extra period with no time limit, no rules, until one finally submits declaring that the other is the better fighter. The crowd was going ballistic, as this fierce fight was about to extend over into the ultimate overtime period. Both fighters returned to their corner and once again disrobed. Belinda was topless and her discolored meat hung upon her chest, heaving up and down as she anxiously waited for the bell to start the extra period. Erica disrobed also but slipped back into her sweat-drenched black lace bra. Though it was a bit irritating to the sensitive skin of her battered breasts, it still offered some form of coverage and protection from her opponent. Both women stood ready in their corners awaiting the bell to ring to start the sudden death round. Before I could exit the ring one of the scoring judges came up to me and started telling me of problem that he foresaw with the announced format. After a brief discussion, I brought both fighters to the center of the ring to consult with them once again. The crowd began to get a bit perturbed again due to the delay and the smell of the women fighters pierced my nasal passages as I talked to them. I signaled for the bell again to get everyone’s attention and again went about giving an explanation of the happenings that were about to occur. It was felt that the way our two gladiators were fighting, that neither would likely submit. Therefore, it was decided that both women would start in the furthest corner of the room seated back to back with the winner being declared when one of them entered the ring securing the one hundred dollar bill I was placing upon the mat. A few of the spectators began to boo and voice their disapproval, but others cheered realizing the fun it might prove to be watching them try to reach the rings center. Again, I let it be known that it would be without rules, a no holds barred final round. That seemed to get a louder cheer from the crowd and the girls moved outside the ring taking up their positions. Both women sat down upon the floor back to back with their shoulders square pressing against one another. The outer lights were turned on so everyone would be able to clearly view the action outside the ring, so the stage was set for the final chapter of tonight’s fight. I figured that both had to be ready and well rested, as each had received just over a twenty-minute rest from the end of round twelve. I figured the rest probably helped Belinda more than Erica as she was ten years her senior. Both women signaled their readiness and the bell rang to start the sudden death, no time limit round.

The bell rang to begin the final round and both women pushed backward into one another trying to knock each other off balance. As they pushed, they tried to rise upward onto their feet but became entangled and fell onto the floor grabbing for anything they could get their hands on. Belinda was first to pull herself into an upper position and grabbed Erica by the hair and drug her along the floor about two and half feet and then lifted her upward. With both women on their knees, Belinda drove Erica’s head downward slamming her forehead against the seat of the metal folding chair. Erica’s head made a twang like sound as it hit metal and Belinda followed up with two more head smashes against the chair. Turning loose of Erica, Belinda got up on her feet to try to make it to the ring. Erica quickly wrapped her arms around Belinda’s legs and knees tackling her down into some empty chairs, then down to the floor. Erica mounted Belinda from behind grabbing her by the hair and jerking her head up and back using her left hand. Taking the right, she threw a roundhouse that came crashing against the side of the head connecting with the right cheekbone. Belinda squirmed and thrashed around twisting herself onto her right side lifting her left arm back trying to grab hold of Erica. Erica turned loose of the hair, moved her hand down onto the left breast, and started squeezing with all her might. Belinda hollered out painfully while turning and rolling onto her back. Her first instinct was to reach for the hand crushing her bruised and battered tit, but quickly mounted an assault of her own as her right hand found its way onto Erica’s left tit. Pulling down upon the black bra, she unleashed Erica’s generous tit, latched onto the huge, swollen nipple, and began to furiously pull and twist upon the oversized unit. Erica went rolling off her opponent onto her side screaming and cursing from the intense burning sensation occurring within her breast. Erica continued trying to crush the meat of Belinda’s chest while trying to back herself away from the pain being inflicted upon her own. Belinda continued to crush the nipple flat while managing to crawl up onto her knees and try to free her own flesh from the crushing paw of her opponent who was now on her back in front of her. Her nipple being pulled and stretched upon and her own attack seemingly having little effect, Erica reached up grabbing Belinda by the hair and pulled her head downward toward her own. Pulled slightly off balance, Belinda came tumbling downward and was rolled over and both women were entangled in close quarters amongst the chairs. Belinda still had hold of blackish colored left nipple pinching and pulling unmercifully. Erica worked herself in tight and Belinda started screaming and kicking wildly in pain. Chairs were being knocked over as she kicked and bucked like a wild horse and as the chairs were knocked away, it became clear that Erica had bitten down, chomping her teeth onto the right breast of Belinda’s. Belinda turned loose her viselike grip upon Erica’s nipple and was frantically trying to free her soft flesh from the painful biting grasp of Erica’s teeth. Belinda began swinging wildly connecting with two left fists solidly against Erica’s right eye. The blows jolted Erica knocking her head away from the tit. Moving quickly, Erica used her position to apply her right hand onto Belinda’s left tit painfully crushing the bruised meat tightly in her hand. Belinda wailed and kicked painfully while trying to scoot along the floor on her back away from the painful torture to her breast. Erica scooted along with her to maintain her advantage crushing and clawing at the breast flesh. Positioned where she was unable to reach and attack the nipple, Belinda refocused her attack and managed to move her left hand down and insert it inside the black panty. Erica howled as Belinda latched hold of her blonde hairs and began pulling and twisting her hand. Instinctively her legs widened as the hand pulled and worked upon her crotch, but she refused to loosen her tight hold upon Belinda’s breast and continued crushing the meat. Both women were moaning painfully from the attacks upon their bodies, and grunting loudly from the effort they were each putting forth in their assaults. A quick glance at the clock indicated that they had been struggling on the floor for just about three minutes and neither had gained a clear upper hand. Belinda continued to work the left hand beneath the panty and worked her right to the backside of the panty. She bunched the material together creating and driving a wedgie between the Erica’s butt cheeks. Removing her left hand from inside the panty, she bunched the material together and pulled with the right hand driving the material up inside the crevice of Erica’s womanhood. Erica unnnghed loudly and spread her legs as wide as she could upon the penetration into her womanhood. With the opened view, again Belinda pulled from the backside driving the material deep into the Erica’s pussy. Again she unngghed loudly and seemed to stiffen her body as the material disappeared up inside her. Erica discontinued her attack upon Belinda’s tit and began rolling over onto her back trying to pin and neutralize the hand pulling upon the material of her panty beneath her. Everyone was getting a nice view of the longish blonde bush of Erica’s and the panty buried inside her. Belinda rolled with her and started using her left hand to work the material in deep and from side to side, rubbing across the insides of her pussy. With Belinda now in an upper position she placed herself at risk and Erica moved her head to the left and again sank her teeth into the breast flesh of the right tit. Again, Belinda screamed out painfully and thrashed around abandoning her crotch assault and pulling herself away from Erica. Both women got onto their knees and sat upon the heels of their feet while breathing heavily and sucking air into their lungs. They had been going non-stop for over three and a half minutes and it appeared as though they were taking a mutually agreed upon breather. Both women had their hands upon their hips and their chests heaving rapidly in concert with their breathing. It was a remarkable sight as I soaked in the looks of both fighters at that particular moment. Erica covered in sweat with her panty deep inside the cracks of her pussy and ass. Belinda soaked with sweat with her battered tits heaving rapidly. The left badly bruised and discolored, the right slightly bruised with two distinct bite marks left upon the flesh. Erica took the pause to resituate the panty, removing it from her crevices and placing it back on covering her front and rear areas. After about a forty-second break, the two women warriors lunged at each other to start the battle anew. Their sweaty bodies collided and down to the floor they went. Entangled together they rolled and rolled knocking over chairs and rolling a little closer to the ring. When they stopped rolling Belinda found herself positioned on the bottom with Erica’s back laying on top of her. She wrapped her legs around her positioning them around Erica’s waist and locked them together at the ankles. Erica moaned deeply from the pressure she was feeling just above her hips. Belinda squeezed mightily upon her legs trying to crush the life and air out of Erica who frantically tried to pry apart those powerful, crushing legs. Belinda repositioned her a little deeper into her thighs to get maximum crushing power and to move Erica in closer to launch a separate attack. Crushing her within her thighs, Belinda reached around the front grabbing and tearing open the front of the bra leaving both breasts uncovered. Belinda moved her hands onto the flesh plunging the tips of her nails into the skin and raking them across the flesh. Erica screamed out loudly to only be cut short when Belinda tightened the pressure of the scissor hold crushing her waist. Again, Belinda carved her nails into the soft flesh leaving a fresh trail of scratch marks on the reddened, slightly torn skin. Erica was in painful trouble seeking a way out of this predicament. Unable to unlock Belinda’s powerful legs she thrust her head backward slamming it against Belinda’s face just as she was preparing to attempt another breast rake. The back of Erica’s head hit Belinda on the nose painfully stunning her. Erica threw herself backward again connecting with Belinda and Belinda was rolling away moaning and covering her face with both hands. Erica fell over onto her side cradling her wounded breast meat and sucking air into her lungs trying to recover from the painful scissors. Belinda was seeing stars from the nose banging she had received from the back of Erica’s skull. Pulling her hands away from her nose, blood filled her hands and streamed freely from her nostrils. Belinda pinched her nostrils shut with the left hand while wiping away the blood with the right, smearing it across her cheek. Both fighters were dishing it out as well as receiving it and neither seemed inclined to jump up and make a dash for the ring. I think they were out to hurt one another first and foremost, and then try to win the match. The crowd was god awful silent as they absorbed what was occurring and relished each sound and moment of the match. Again, we had another pause in the fight as both fighters struggled to recover and made their way onto their knees. Face to face, they eyed each other before their sweaty bodies collided and hit the floor again. They rolled and rolled away from the ring with their hands buried onto each other’s drenched scalps. When they quit rolling Erica was on top and thrust her knee between Belinda’s legs thumping it against her pubic bone. An audible moan filled the room followed by another thud as the kneecap smashed against the pubic mound. Erica positioned herself just to the right of Belinda, as she lay on her back with mouth wide open. Erica moved her right hand down beneath the blue soaked panty and grabbed hold of the reddish bush, pulling upon the short hairs. Belinda squealed loudly and bucked up while raising her lower torso, elevating it up above the floor. She came crashing back down painfully quick when Erica bent over and sank her teeth back into the right tit while trying to rip at the skin. Belinda was now at a painful disadvantage as Erica tore on her pubic hairs and chomped hard into her tit meat. Belinda screamed and bucked from the excruciating pain she was experiencing and was flailing away wildly trying to improve her situation. Erica was holding firm and Belinda latched onto Erica’ s hair and began pulling and violently jerking her head around trying to remove the dental orifice from her tit. The jerking of the head caused more pain from the attached teeth but finally paid off, as Erica had to turn loose of the tit. The tit burning with pain, Belinda continued to pull and jerk upon the hair while Erica mercilessly tugged and twisted on her pubic hairs. Belinda released her left hand from Erica’s scalp and continued to pull with the right. Belinda balled her left up into a fist and started punching away at Erica’s body. Most punches were landing on the right arm and shoulder of the hand that was working over her pubes, but did little damage. Releasing hold of the scalp with the right hand, she moved it onto Erica’s right arm pulling on it trying to separate the hand from her bush. While unsuccessful at that, it did manage to pull the arm away from the body and open her up for more direct body shots from Belinda’s left fist. Fists were now landing repeatedly hitting her in the right ribcage and lower right side of the belly. Although they weren’t powerful, they were numerous and slowly began to take their toll on Erica. The blows were starting to hurt and Erica tried to maneuver herself out of harms way and by doing so her left tit was positioned where Belinda jumped all over it as she opened her mouth and bit down hard grinding her teeth into the soft flesh. Erica now cried out in anguish as she rolled over and thrashed around wildly while Belinda rolled with her and relocated her teeth upon her huge, swollen nipple. Erica found herself on her back trying to scoot across the floor attempting to escape the extreme pain shooting through her left orb as Belinda worked her teeth at the painfully sore, sensitive skin. Erica pushed upward on Belinda’s forehead trying to shove her away from her tit, but the teeth were locked in place and the tit was being stretched and pulled along with the gnawing teeth. I was unable to tell but blood was now on the tit and I wasn’t sure if it came from the bitten nipple or Belinda’s nose. There was no escaping the vice-like bite of Belinda so Erica started throwing haymakers crashing against the side of Belinda’s head and cheekbone. This looked like it could be it. Either the punches were going to free the tit or she was going to painfully submit. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending upon your outlook, the blows to the head did the job and forced Belinda to abandon the nipple biting and roll away slightly dazed from the head blows. Belinda was again seeing stars and needed a few seconds to recover. Erica was holding and squeezing upon her left tit and nipple trying to ease the burn that was searing through the nerve endings. This sudden death round was now six and half minutes old, the action was brutal, and the outcome very cloudy and still in doubt. Erica wiped and tended to her damaged tit and it was now clear that Belinda’s teeth cut into the fattened nipple and a flow of blood streamed from the burning beef tip. Belinda again used the short break to pinch her nostrils shut trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose. It hadn’t shown yet but could become an obstruction to her breathing if the fight continued on much longer. Both women took some time to recover and after about thirty seconds or so, Belinda made it up onto her feet and moved toward Erica. As she neared, Erica launched a right fist forward slamming it against the lower mid-section halting Belinda in her tracks. Belinda extended her hands holding onto the sides of Erica’s head as another fist sank deeply into the soft tummy forcing Belinda to drop down onto her right knee. Erica stood up above the kneeling Belinda and drove her knee crashing into the bruised breast meat of the left tit crushing it against the chest forcing Belinda over backward, screaming and caressing her tit while rolling around on the floor. Erica dragged her across the room as she led her on all fours and then raised her up onto her feet. Holding her by the back of the hair, she drove her head forward slamming it against the wooden beam along the wall of the arena. Belinda’s head thudded against the beam and she dropped down onto the seat of her pants while holding onto her forehead. Erica pulled her back up onto her feet and launched her head forward slamming her against the wooden structure and again Belinda dropped down, sprawled out on the floor along the wall. Belinda again was making her away across the floor on all fours as Erica dragged her over to a chair and slammed her head against the metal seat. Erica repeated the slam a second, and third time. Each time Belinda’s head bounced hard off the seat while still being controlled by the firm gripping hand holding her by the back of her skull. Blood was flowing again from her nose and was falling down onto her sweaty breasts and mid-section. Erica pulled Belinda up onto her feet and just as she was ready to hammer away again, Belinda reached up grabbing hold of the bloody beef tip pinching her nails into the fattened tip and twisting for all the marbles. Belinda was reaching across the front of Erica’s body pinching and pulling on the nipple causing Erica to cry out and slowly ease her way down, finally coming to rest upon her knees. Blood ran down from her tit onto her belly and sprayed outward from the vigorous shaking that Belinda was doing to the tit. Erica tried backing away but only caused the firmly clasped hand to pull and stretch the tit further from her chest. Erica continued to try to pull away and went down onto the floor landing on her back. Belinda let loose of the nipple and plunged her face down into the middle of Erica’s chest and sank her teeth into the inner flesh of the left tit. Erica squealed and hollered at unbelievable decibel levels while Belinda chewed and bit into her tender flesh. Both natural breasted beauties were being torn up and there was no way of stopping it. Erica screamed and cried loudly while throwing punches against the head as Belinda painfully bit upon her soft skin. Blow after blow rang against her head until she finally turned loose of the tit and rolled away to clear the cobwebs from her head. Erica sobbed steadily as she clutched tightly onto her painfully aching left tit and pounded the soles of her feet into the carpeted floor. Belinda stared down at the floor as she rested on all fours trying to regain her senses. Erica was still wailing and moaning on her back ready to be finished off if Belinda reacted quickly. Belinda pushed herself up onto her knees and Erica managed to get up into a seated position. Erica released her tit from her hands and it was very visible to see the damage done to the tit by Belinda’s teeth. Belinda lunged at her knocking her over onto her back while coming to rest on top of her. Belinda immediately had her yelping as she dug back in securing the swollen, bloody beef tip in her fingers and again started torturing the tit. Belinda too was yelping loudly as Erica reached up from beneath sinking the tips of her right hand plunging deeply into the soft, bruised skin of the left tit crushing it within her grasp. This was the ultimate battle of wills. Each woman had the will to absorb as much punishment as possible without giving in. Each woman had the will to inflict as much damage onto the other without sprinting to the rings center to win the bout. One of these women’s wills would eventually win out and would truly earn their title shot. Belinda turned loose of the nipple and cocked her arm back sending a right fist plunging into the flesh of the left tit flattening it against Erica’s chest. Again, she pulled her hand back and delivered a breast flattening punch into the tit. The second blow caused Erica to release her hold upon Belinda’s tit and Belinda immediately dove down onto Erica’s chest and began biting at the meat on the underside of the left tit. Erica howled out painfully, raised her lower torso up off the floor holding herself there while pushing up onto her toes. She quickly crashed back down onto the carpet and began kicking and thrashing around as Belinda bit hard at the soft skin at the bottom of the breast. Blood continued to flow from Belinda’s nostrils dropping down onto Erica as she frantically squirmed and fought to free herself from the powerful jaws of Belinda. Belinda was again winning the battle by tearing away at the soft flesh of the tit, but Erica was pounding her head repeatedly with solid fists until she had to crawl away again dazed from the blows to the head. This time Belinda crawled over to a chair and pulled herself up onto it resting her elbows upon the seat. Erica rolled on her back from side to side holding and squeezing upon her left tit trying to kill or numb the pain that burned inside. The round was nearly ten minutes old and something had to give eventually. Belinda was again trying to stem the blood flow from her nose as she was now relying heavily upon her air intake through her opened mouth. Some fans were urging her get to her feet, go to the ring, and grab the bill. Erica meanwhile struggled back up into a seated position, she too looking rather confused and out of sorts. Belinda was missing an excellent opportunity as she could easily have continued her assault upon Erica or gone on to win the match, but she took the time to work her nose and catch her breath. The break lasted slightly over a minute, which also provided a minutes rest for Erica, and as pained and beaten as she looked, it provided her the opportunity of continuing with the fight. Erica made it to her knees and walked upon them over to the chair that Belinda was resting upon and drove a hard right crashing into the lower left back hitting her in the kidney. Belinda oaffed from the blow and threw her head upward, but continued to lean upon her elbows holding onto the chair. Erica thrust her fist forward again slamming it against the skin of the lower back area and Belinda oaffed again as a mixture of saliva and blood flew from her open mouth. The breathing or the age thing was starting to show, as Belinda seemed unable to right herself and regain the form she maintained throughout the first nine and a half minutes. Erica delivered a third and fourth punch into the kidney area and Belinda fell down from the chair collapsing onto her belly as she lay upon the floor. Now it was Erica’s turn to make a dash for the rings center and win the match, but she too seemed to want to continue the battle and repay Belinda for the damage she wracked upon her left tit. With Belinda laying face down on the carpet, Erica dove downward and sank her teeth into the back section of the upper thigh just south of the butt cheek. Belinda screamed and flopped about like a fish out of water until she freed herself and ended up on her backside. Like a piranha, Erica moved down spreading Belinda’s legs apart and sank her teeth into the skin of the upper inner thigh of the right leg, chomping hard onto the flesh causing Belinda to holler and thrash about. Erica bit hard into the soft inner skin as Belinda tried rolling onto her side to escape the attack. Erica moved with her tearing and pulling upon the inner thigh. Belinda rolled and secured Erica by the hair and managed to wrap her thighs around her head and locked her legs at the ankles. Though her inner thigh was stinging with pain, she tightened her legs crushing Erica’s skull between them as Erica thrashed around trying to escape. Belinda pulled tightly upon Erica’s hair forcing her head high into her thighs with her chin pinned up near her crotch. She tightly crushed her thighs together placing extreme pressure upon Erica’s head as she was frantically struggling to free herself before her head exploded. Erica was desperately fighting it as her face was beyond red and turning purple. The perspiration between the thighs and on her face proved just to be enough as she managed to turn her head just so and sink her teeth back into the tender flesh of the inner thigh. Belinda screamed out opening her legs and Erica immediately rolled away gasping for air. Belinda had her again and was so close to victory but Erica had enough resolve to escape and extend it a bit longer. Erica coughed and hacked as she desperately tried to get air into her lungs while Belinda rolled around cupping her thigh near the crotch trying to ease the burn she was feeling in her thigh. The extra period was now over the twelve minutes old and the two women had displayed a fierce brutality and fighting spirit. Erica still struggled to regain her composure and right herself while Belinda struggled up onto her knees and crawled over to Erica. Raising Erica up onto her knees Belinda threw a roundhouse right that crashed against Erica’s right cheek and sent her sprawling down onto the floor. Erica was still trying to suck air into her lungs when Belinda mounted her from behind and rolled her over placing her on top of her. Belinda again wrapped her legs around Erica’s mid-section and started crushing her thunder thighs around the waist trying to squeeze the life out of Erica. Erica gasped and struggled trying to pry open the thick thighs attempting to destroy her. Try as she may she was unable to open them and slowly started to weaken from the powerful scissors. She started to squirm and twist her body with maximum effort and managed to turn sideways, her back towards the floor while propped up on her elbows. Belinda increased the pressure being applied and Erica moaned out painfully as the breath was being removed from her body. Belinda lifted herself up to an erect sitting position and reached forward grabbing hold of the fattened, bloody nipple, and started wrenching it in her left hand. Again, she couldn’t leave well enough alone and positioned herself where Erica was able to retaliate and thrust her left elbow and smash it into the bruised flesh of the left tit. Belinda moaned in agony as the elbow plunged deep into her bruised meat flattening it against her chest. Erica rocked her with another which sent her reeling over backward clutching at her tit and freeing Erica from the holds that seemed certain to finish her off. Like a cat with nine lives, Erica rolled away from her opponent and tried her best to recover and get some air back into her lungs. Belinda meanwhile lay on her side holding her left tit in her right hand struggling to get up onto her knees. Once more, Belinda was taking more time than she should and it was giving Erica valuable recovery time. Belinda made it to her knees and sat upon her heels pulling herself together. Erica’s chest still moved up and down rapidly with her breathing, but she was managing to fill her lungs with much needed air. After about a minute, Belinda got up onto her feet and started toward the ring. Reaching the rings edge, she started to try to climb back inside the ring but Erica had gotten to her feet and caught her from behind pulling her back down to the floor. Erica grabbed Belinda by the back of the head and forced her downward slamming her head against the canvas. Belinda’s head bounced at impact and was raised back up again and slammed into the mats surface. A third, fourth, and fifth slam followed before Belinda was permitted to collapse down onto the seat of her pants. Erica started to climb into the ring but Belinda still had enough of her senses about her to grab hold of Erica’s left ankle and hold on preventing her climb upward. With both feet back on the floor, Erica grabbed Belinda by the hair, pulled her up onto her feet, and directed her towards the rings corner. Held by the hair, Belinda’s head was targeted for and banged against the steel corner post causing her to drop down to the floor on one knee. Erica helped her back onto her feet and again forced her head into the steel pole and Belinda collapsed down to the floor in a heap. Erica turned and lifted her right leg up onto the canvas and began her assent back into the ring. Again, Belinda managed to find her way back onto her knees and grabbed hold of Erica who was half in and half out of the ring. Erica continued to force her way into the ring pulling Belinda along with her and now both women were now back up on the rings surface. Belinda was still mostly outside the ring clinging onto Erica’s right leg and started biting her on the inner thigh just above the knee. Erica rolled over onto her back kicking and howling in pain as Belinda’s teeth tore into the leg. Belinda removed her teeth from the leg, started to crawl up onto the body of Erica, threw herself at her chest, and began biting hard at the soft inner skin of the right tit. Erica was beside herself in sheer agony and pain as Belinda’s teeth clamped onto and tore into the soft breast flesh. The pain was overwhelming and again she began punching like crazy at Belinda’s head and face. Belinda released her bite and lifted her head trying to dodge the punches, and then thrust her head down biting into the inner portion of the left breast. Again, Erica screamed out painfully while thrashing around from the savage biting that Belinda was inflicting upon her tender meat. Erica again started pounding her fist against Belinda’s head and face trying to knock the biting vixen away from her tit. The pain was beyond extreme and the punches were strictly reactionary, but each thudded hard against the cheekbone and around the eyes and once again knocked Belinda woozy. Belinda released her bite upon the breast and rolled off and away from Erica who was sobbing and squeezing upon her damaged tit. Belinda rolled over and rested upon her back while reaching her right hand up to her face and grabbing hold of the bottom rope with her left hand. Belinda was winning the war of the extreme breast torture but was paying a hefty price from all the headshots she received. Belinda was no doubt seeing stars as she repeatedly shook her head trying to clear and right herself. Belinda reached up for the center rope and pulled herself up into a seated position. Her right eye was showing the wear and tear from the punches she was receiving as it had already started to swell shut. Her cheek was very much discolored from the pounding she had received and was looking rather puffy and swollen. Erica rolled onto her side caressing her breast and was only a mere four feet from her shot at the title and started to inch her way toward the rings center. Belinda used the ropes to pull herself up onto her feet, lumbered over, and intercepted Erica by leaning over and grabbing her by the hair. Belinda pulled her onto her feet, led her to the corner, and hung her arms over the top ropes to prop her up. Erica was covered with sweat and blood as her large nipple still bled from the earlier encounter with the teeth. Bite marks covered the breasts that the blood didn’t cover, and she sobbed uncontrollably as she seemed to be a beaten fighter. Submission was out of the question, although I don’t think she’d submit anyway. Belinda stepped in towards Erica using her knee to open the gap between the legs. Belinda launched her knee upward slamming it into the black panty covered crotch, thumping it hard against the pubic mound between her thunderous thighs. Erica’s mouth was formed into an “O” shape that only made the slightest gasping sound. Belinda again lifted her knee upward smashing it against Erica’s pelvic bone. Again, hardly a sound passed from her mouth as her body was rocked by the solid knee shot to the groin. Her body stiffened and hung limply as the pits from her arms hung upon the wildly shaking ropes of the ring. Belinda moved forward bending down and once again started biting upon the bare flesh of Erica’s right tit. Blood flowed from the Belinda’s nostrils down upon Erica’s ravaged chest. Erica started screaming again hysterically as Belinda savagely bit upon her tit meat and was thrashing and kicking from her hanging position upon the ropes. Belinda got hit several times by both of Erica’s knees as she kicked her legs wildly and apparently hit with enough force to release her bite on the breast and drop down onto her knees clutching her mid-section. Erica pulled her right arm off the rope and reached down tending to her aching breast while still being supported by the rope and her left arm. Belinda knelt before her gasping and rapidly sucking air through her mouth trying to recover from the knee shots to the belly. Erica still supported by the rope reached out with her right hand grabbing Belinda by the hair and shot her knee forward slamming it against her jaw knocking her off her knees and flat upon her back. Erica picked herself off the ropes and took a step and half toward the center of the ring when she was tripped and tackled down to the mats surface by Belinda. With Belinda wrapped around her calves, Erica used her arms to start dragging herself closer to the finish line. Belinda flung herself forward sinking her teeth into the back portion of the upper right thigh causing Erica to scream out painfully and work her legs frantically from the extreme pain. While working and kicking the legs furiously, it propelled her forward and she grabbed hold of the hundred-dollar bill thus unwittingly winning the most brutal bout ever. I signaled for the bell and it started to ring endlessly but I had to leap into the ring and help pry Belinda from Erica’s thigh. Erica continued to scream and tried her best to kick at her opponent who was attached to her leg but it required me having to pull at the skin of her mouth and lips to finally release her biting hold. Once freed, Erica crawled away reaching and rubbing on the back of her leg. The whole place was in stunned silence. Complete silence ruled other than the sounds coming from both valiant fighters as they whimpered and breathed heavily from the most violent fight I had ever witnessed. Both women lay upon the canvas exhausted and bleeding, and I asked for some towels be thrown into the ring. What a fantastic bout and as I looked out into the crowd, I noticed that both Amanda and the current champion, Nadia, had been standing outside their dressing rooms watching the brutal events unfold. One of them, whichever emerged from their Championship fight as the victor, was going to have to tangle with Erica.

A loud buzz had filled the arena, as everyone in attendance seemed to be talking amongst themselves about the just concluded battle. Both women lay upon the mat totally spent, both emotionally and physically. I went and placed dampened and dry towels upon them and brought them several bottles of water for whenever they were ready. Both lie drained upon the mat without any significant movement for nearly five minutes. As they began to stir, everyone in attendance came to their feet applauding and yelling their approval. I’m sure if the girls were feeling a little bit better they would really appreciate the gesture, but both were suffering from extreme pain and were thoroughly drained. I started to help both of them begin tending to their wounds and cleaning themselves up. I retrieved their robes and made them available to them when ready. As they cleaned, I watched closely and examined the damage each had inflicted upon one another. Belinda’s tits were badly bruised from the battering and showed signs of the teeth marks left upon the flesh. Her right eye was starting to close as the swelling had just about eliminated her vision and her cheek and eye were discolored and bruised. Erica’s nipple was huge and the whole tip of the left tip was purple and black. Both breasts were covered with teeth marks as Belinda savagely bit upon the large, once white orbs. Neither woman was going to be wearing a bra in the immediate future but Erica looked as though she might need some extra time to recover. Soon the women were becoming a bit more active and finally got back on their feet and covered up with their robes. First Belinda, then Erica, when they were on their feet the crowd noise was deafening as the crowd hooted and hollered for the two warriors. As the noise died down, I went center ring and announced that at the seventeen minute and forty-one second mark of the sudden death period, the winner of the fight was ERICAAAAAaaa. The crowd went loud again cheering and showing their approval and without fanfare or exultation, Erica went over and shook Belinda’s hand and crawled out of the ring and hurried off to the dressing room. Belinda immediately followed suit and disappeared quietly to her room. The crowd was still wound up and buzzing about the Great War they had just seen. I felt drained myself, as that match had taken quite a bit out of me. I wanted and needed to go check on the girls but also knew that we still had the second fight of the evening to take place. The Championship Fight. The fight was already over thirty minutes behind the original starting time and no doubt they were anxious and ready to go. This was going to be their fourth meeting and each of the previous three battles were classics, so it was anticipated that this would be the same. I figured what the hell, the girls needed to be examined and for someone to attend to them. Amanda and Nadia would just have to wait a little longer. It just might piss them off even more, which would be great for us about to watch them get it on one more time. I headed toward the dressing rooms to take care of those that just took care of the crowd.

The End