Karen vs. Anika

A little over a week had passed since the latest card and several developments had occurred. Five girls had quit the federation reducing the number of combatants to eleven. Erica was hounding me relentlessly to fix her up with her title shot that she earned, while Amanda protested that she, not Erica was deserving of the shot for what she deemed as biased, outside forces that prevented her from taking the title away from Nadia, namely, me. Adding to the pressure was that Nadia was demanding that the title shot be given to Erica, not Amanda, and that if I didn’t rule in that direction, she would flat out refuse to fight at the upcoming event. Kimberly was still hot and squawking from the injustices of her last bout, and Karen was hot to trot and wanting me to speed her way through and put her on the next card. Women, you have to love them but they just drive you nuts if you know what I mean. So many problems and what seemed like so little time to resolve them.

In an attempt at trying to resolve the dwindling number of fighters, I ran a blind ad in the University newspaper seeking new talent. The Cardinal Reviewer was the type of publication that ran anything regardless of the content so I was hopeful that I would get a quick response. Meanwhile, I succumbed to the pressures and awarded the title fight to Erica and set it up so Nadia would be defending her title in a little over two weeks. I did do the right thing and reversed my decision regarding Kimberly’s fight with Karen and declared the fight a draw due to the outside forces having a direct impact upon the match. Karen was none to happy having her victory taken away from her, but I tried to pacify her and told her I would put her on the upcoming card. This decision worked out fine because Karen was money motivated and her ability to fight on consecutive cards provided her the opportunity to increase her earnings. The only one that didn’t get what she wanted was Amanda and as expected, she was pissed, which was fine because one thing about Amanda, the madder she got, the more focused and vicious she could be. This was not a bad trait to have in this profession.

The ad did quite well and I had fourteen written replies at my post office box. Not wanting to waste time, I contacted the applicants and set up personal interviews with the prospective warriors. Two weeks is all that remained until the next card and I’d have to select and prepare one of the girls to ready herself for her first encounter. Once the validity of their applications and I verified that their interest was on the level, I had them come one at a time to meet after my normal business hours at the office. I received many different types of applicants, some of which were disqualified due to my personal preferences. Some were of a strong build, very muscular, but I preferred no bodybuilder types as fighters. I preferred them to be your everyday, average girl next-door type of individual. Some were too thin or too heavy; they had to be just right. Of the fourteen, I had narrowed the choices down to seven, and of the seven, I had to eliminate two. The choice was not easy as all seven were quality specimens, each filling out the expected fighting attire quite nicely, but I selected the five that I felt best would contribute to my federation, as well as stick it out and be with us for a little while. The youth movement had begun, as three of the young ladies were only eighteen years of the age, the other two nineteen. The funny thing was that three of them were foreign, two more Ukrainians and one Russian. I also learned that Ukrainians and Russians do not get along very well so this was a huge factor in finalizing the selection process. I believed there was nothing like a natural, heated rivalry to burn the fires within. My small contingent of fighting babes was full of budding rivalries. I also couldn’t overlook that I was aroused by the grunts and groans that Nadia would make during her bouts. There was just a certain something about that accented moaning and groaning. I assumed by their heavy accents that I could expect the same from my three new fighters. I also focused heavily during the interview process of who I’d like to see paired off against Karen in her upcoming match, and moved quickly to address and finalize the details.

Over the next week and half I did as promised and worked with Karen teaching her some basic wrestling maneuvers. I couldn’t help but notice that there still some discoloration in her rib area from the abuse she received from Kimberly, but she held her own and didn’t let it deter from her enthusiasm. I most assuredly enjoyed the physical contact with her, as she was so sexy and good-looking. I also convinced her it would benefit her if I attacked her in the manner her opponents would and I seized the opportunity to work vigorously upon her five thousand dollar chest. My gawd, they were something to behold and quite natural feeling, although very firm. I couldn’t resist from squeezing and twisting upon her magnificent tanned tits. She in turn did her best to defend herself and took certain liberties working over certain areas of my body while fending off or seeking relief from my attacks. Although her retaliation was painful at the moment it occurred, I couldn’t get it out of my head and it made my crotch tingle when I thought back upon it. I knew that I liked it and had to have more. She trained well and I knew she would be much better prepared than she was for her first bout. I looked forward to my scheduled training days and found myself getting more and more disenchanted with the getting up and going to work routine. With the construction of my new little arena progressing ahead of schedule, I started to think about retiring from the 9 to 5 workforce. Although I couldn’t afford it yet, I was definitely contemplating the idea. Things seemed to moving quickly and I received an interesting request from one of my regular spectators that attended each event. I was quite intrigued by what he had to say and moved forward to work out the details of his request. I didn’t quite know what to expect, but I figured it might be quite a treat and bonus for everyone in attendance that evening. I now had to work overtime preparing for the added bonus and finalize everything for the day of the card. The remainder of the week slipped by in an instant and the night of the big card was upon on. This was going to be a huge night as far as I was concerned. Nadia was defending her title against Erica, a special bonus bout was added to the card, and Karen, my student who I couldn’t get out of my head was anxiously awaiting her second match.

Fight night had arrived and everything was as expected. The meeting room at the Days Inn was set up perfectly with the lights and cameras all in place. The crowd filtered in and sat in their designated seats surrounding the ring. I changed back to the original format and had seats completely surrounding the squared circle. Complaints had caused me to do so and I had to please the paying customers. Room temperature was near ninety so beneath the hot bright lights illuminating the ring it had to be near 110. Whereas the week seemed to speed by quickly, now the minutes leading up to the first match on the card seemed to drag on forever. Anticipation was a killer and I was not showing good patience, as I couldn’t wait to catch Karen in action. I paced back and forth trying to guide patrons through the door and get them into their seats so I could begin the evening’s festivities. In what seemed like hours, although it was only about thirty minutes top, I got everyone seated and climbed up into the ring to get things underway. I welcomed everyone to what I hoped was to be the final event housed at the Days Inn and prepared to announce the two fighters for the first bout of the evening. Like always, I explained the rules governing the bout. The fight was a ring catfight with rules to be fought within a 16X16 ring. Faces, necks, hands, arms and legs below the knees are off limits but all other parts of the body are subject to attack. Tactics such as punching, kicking, kneeing, scratching and pinching are permitted, biting was not. This being the #4 bout on the card, the fighters would be fighting for a total purse of $7,500 with the winner collecting five, the loser getting twenty five hundred. Being a non-title match, the bout was scheduled for twelve rounds with the winner being determined by a submission, or by the leader on points at the conclusion of the twelfth round. Three spectators would be selected randomly from the audience to score the bout using the twenty-five points per round scoring system. The judges would award or split the points as they see fit. The rounds will last three minutes in duration with a one-minute rest period between rounds. I would act as their second for double-teaming purposes when requested, but would not participate in inflicting actual damage upon the fighters. I believe that just about covered everything and it was now time to bring out and introduce our fighters for tonight’s first fight.

Introducing first to the ring making her second appearance with a revised record of 0 wins, 0 losses and 1 tie is Karen. Karen bounded down the aisle making her way to the ring to the loud cheers of the crowd. Karen climbed beneath the ropes and entered the ring looking quite stunning in her white, very short cut robe. I was a bit surprised to see that she also had on a pair of white tennis shoes and a pair of socks drooping down around her ankles. Karen came in to tonight’s battle standing in at 5”5 inches tall and weighed in at 129 pounds. Her pre fight measurements were 34D-22-35, and did she look beautiful as she disrobed displaying her to die for body. Her well-tanned body looked hot with her assets being covered by a sexy, white lace and satin bra and panty ensemble. The bra barely contained the generous tanned mounds of flesh as they strained to burst free from the snug fitting material. The panty was a tightly clinging thong that begged for her bush to be freed. It was low cut and neatly covered the fur patch that sat upon her womanly mound. She was a thirty-five year old stunner that had long, bleach blonde hair that hung down below her shoulders. It was a loose perm that revealed her dark roots and that she had done especially for tonight’s match. It really brought out the shape of her face and looked good on her. She also did a lot of work with the eye shadow and eyeliner as she had painted herself up good, almost in a whorish way. I don’t know why, but it made her look even sexier. As she laid her robe outside the ring I asked her about the shoes and socks and she informed me that all the fighters had discussed and decided to wear them. It was news to me but they certainly looked good on her. Karen backed her way into her corner and rested her outstretched arms and hands along the top rope as she awaited the announced arrival of her opponent for tonight’s fight.

Making her first appearance in our ring and a new addition to the federation is Anika. Anika rushed into the ring and made her way round as the crowd gave her a loud, warm welcome. Anika is a nineteen-year-old student from the university that is from Nadia’s homeland in the Ukraine. Anika wore a pink silk robe that hung just above her knees. She stands 5”6 inches tall and weighed in for the bout at 130 pounds. She was a blue-eyed beauty with long strawberry blonde hair that was crimped, very thick, and hung about six inches south of her shoulders. She opened her robe displaying her selected fighting attire for tonight’s fight and it was a sexy, pink lace number that fit snuggly to her young, sexy body. Nadia must have helped her pick out the outfit, as it seemed to be of a designer brand. The bra was of lacy designer cups that covered only what needed to be covered and displayed ample amounts of her young, tender flesh. The panty was a French cut panty that seemed as if it were painted upon her young, tight body. She displayed a tattoo on her lower torso near her left hip, just above her thigh. Like her older compatriot, she too had a set of thighs on her that were unbelievable. Her young firm body measured in at a beautiful 35C-22-35. Her waist was trim, but she seemed to have a little bit of youthful padding in her tanned belly, quite sexy. She too wore white tennis shoes and socks to complete her wardrobe and had all the guys hootin and hollerin as she made her way to her corner to dispose of her robe. She was a beauty and I feel that I hit the jackpot with the latest band of recruits. She insisted that she knew how to fight and would put on a good show, so we would soon find out if she could back up those words she stated so confidently at her interview. I brought the girls to center ring and went over the ground rules for their bout. Both women had their long nails painted to match their fighting attire. Upon instruction they returned to their corners to await the bell. The shoes were on my mind as I headed to a neutral corner to exit the ring. That they decided something on their own was fine but it perturbed me that they wouldn’t run it by me for my approval. Quite often they’d make subtle changes without consulting me. The most recent that comes to mind is the decision that they would no longer trim their pubic hair. They’d still take care of the bikini lines but wouldn’t trim or groom it in a shorter fashion. Since this was a main area of attack, if one of the other fighters had theirs trimmed short, it would provide a disadvantage so they decided to let their bushes grow. A decision that I was in agreement with, but still bothered me that I wasn’t consulted. As I stood outside the ring slightly agitated, the bell rang to begin the first round.

The bell rang to start round one and both women made their way towards the center of the ring. Both ladies crouched slightly as they circled to their right with hands held up in a defensive mode. Each made a lunging motion at one another but without success as the offensives were easily knocked aside. Each seemed a little wary of the other and seemed determined that they were not going to make the mistake of giving the other an edge. They kept circling one another with the occasional lurch forward and the crowd was already getting a little inpatient as the inactivity had gone on for nearly a minute. As the crowd noise grew trying to spur the girls on, Karen made the first move and thrust her right foot upward driving the heel hard into Anika’s mid-section. The blow drove her slightly backward but not enough to hurt her, although it did start her retreating backward, away from her opponent. Karen moved forward with her foot feigning attack as she lifted it several times but without intent. Anika continued backward until she could go no further as she had backed herself up against the corner turnbuckle. Karen faked with her left foot and as Anika reached out her hands to knock it away, Karen shot her left fist forward banging it against the outside section of the light pink bra covering the right breast. Anika grimaced as she felt the sharp pain shoot through her tit from the hard blow. Karen bounced in front of her opponent faking another kick and shot her right fist forward landing hard beneath the pink bra against the upper mid-section. Anika umphed in an accented tone as the fist struck hard against her flesh and ribs. As Karen bounced around and prepared to launch her foot forward, Anika lurched forward grasping hold of the permed locks upon either side of Karen’s bleached scalp and started tugging and pulling for all she was worth. Karen’s hands immediately shot up towards her head trying to relieve the sharp pain that was being wracked upon her scalp. This moment provided Anika the opportunity to push forward out of the corner and back her opponent up. As Karen backed away, Anika moved with her and placed her right foot behind Karen’s left leg and pushed forward knocking Karen off balance and sending both women tumbling down toward the canvas. Karen landed hard upon her back with Anika landing full force atop of her while maintaining the vicious hair pull. Anika moved with cat-like quickness as she moved off and above her as she took up a position behind her opponent. Still pulling hard upon the hair, she took the head of her adversary and wrapped her thighs tightly around the head while locking her legs together at the ankles. Karen lay upon her back looking painfully toward the ceiling as she pounded the palms of her hands hard against the canvas. The anguish was etched upon her face as she struggled to free herself from the viselike pressure she was receiving trapped between those powerful thighs. Karen reached up grabbing at the thighs trying to pry them apart without success. As she pulled to separate them, you could see the tips of her fingers and nails dig into the inner flesh of Anika’s thighs. Feeling the nails dig into her flesh, Anika rolled to her right pulling Karen over with her and continued over until Karen was on her belly, face first against the canvas. During the turning process, Karen’s hands turned loose of the sexy flesh and were now flat against the mat trying to push herself upward, away from the canvas. Anika made those sexy Ukrainian grunts as she put some serious effort into the hair yanking motion upon Karen’s bleached mane. Karen shrieked loudly as she felt the pain burn deep within her scalp. To keep her opponent at a disadvantage, Anika rolled again pulling Karen along for the ride and was once again on her backside looking skyward. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her face was a deep crimson color from the crushing force being placed upon her skull. Karen continued to shriek loudly and painfully as she slapped her hands and pounded the soles of her feet into the canvas. The foot pounding motion had the meat on her thighs quaking oh so sexily. Karen reached up attempting to work upon the thighs again and as soon as she did, Anika countered by rolling over once more. Karen was again facing the mat trying to lift herself upward. You could see the muscles tighten on the backs of Anika’s thighs as she powered in her forceful hold. You could also her sexy grunts as she ripped and twisted upon Karen’s mane. Anika was one sexy babe as she rested the side of her face against the mat’s surface while powering in her painful holds. Once again, the full revolution was completed and Karen was on her backside. Time was quickly winding down and Anika was proving she was no stranger to the sport. As Anika continued to grunt with effort, Karen’s shrieks turned to desperate moans as she looked as if her skull were ready to explode. Both fighters’ bodies were bathed in perspiration as the intense heat and the strenuous action within the ring was already taking its toll. Karen reached up and dug her nails back into the sexy flesh of the thighs while pounding the sole of her right foot repeatedly against the canvas. Anika ignored the nails pressing into her flesh and grunted fiercely as she yanked viciously at the bleached hair on Karen’s head. The vicious pull caused Karen to reach up trying to free her whitish locks from the powerful grasp of Anika’s hands. As she reached up struggling to free her hair from the painful yanking hold upon it, the bell rang signaling the end of the first round. Anika immediately unlocked her legs and turned loose of the gasping and choking Karen.

Anika jumped to her feet and returned to her corner to towel down and gulp down some cold water from one of her many bottles just outside the ring. Karen rolled over onto her right side propping herself up upon her right elbow while breathing in air heavily through her mouth and nose. Karen’s sweat shined mid-section moved rapidly in and out with each breath, also causing her voluptuous chest to rise and fall. Beads of sweat streamed down from Karen’s hairline down upon her crimson colored face. Anika looked quite comfortable in the first round and assured me that she knew what she was doing. During her interview she informed me that she had begun fighting in her home country at the age of fourteen and did so frequently. As beautiful as she looked I was a bit skeptical, but her performance put that skepticism to rest. She proved that she could weather a minor attack and could certainly mount an offensive as she displayed quite a flair for the hair pulling and the crushing head scissor. Karen struggled to her corner and poured a bottle of cold water on her face and chest while drinking in a small portion as it flowed. What she couldn’t swallow she spit outside the ring and grabbed a towel to wipe the moisture from her body. As Anika turned to face the rings center, I focused upon her sexy body and was drawn to the tattoo near her hip. She shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other while shaking her arms and shoulders, limbering herself up waiting for the bell to begin the next round. It was a pretty butterfly that adorned her hip, quite colorful and as beautiful as her firm young body. There was just something about the Ukrainians, all three were beautiful and Anika, like Nadia, made the sexiest sounds while fighting. Meanwhile, Karen tossed her towel beneath the bottom rope just as the bell rang to signal the start of round two.

The bell rang to start round two and both ladies made their way towards the rings center. Just as it had occurred in the first, both ladies warily circled each other eyeing one another while searching for an opening or a mistake by their opponent. Round and round they went feigning attack, and then backing away slightly when the other moved slightly forward. The center ring waltz lasted about forty-five seconds when Anika lurched forward with her hands outstretched trying to grab hold of her opponent. As she did, Karen spun and lifted her right leg, sweeping it through the air and cracking the outer portion of the right foot hard against Anika’s right side, just above her hip. The blow caught Anika off guard and staggered her slightly to her left. Karen followed up with another roundhouse kick that caught Anika on the backside, crashing into her kidney area on her right side. Anika was on the receiving end of the full force kick and reeled forward before spinning around and backing away from her attacker. Karen kept up the assault and followed after and lifted her right foot upward and directed the heel solidly into the mid-section, landing just above the naval. Anika was driven backward into the corner where she reached up grabbing hold of the top ropes. Karen swept her left leg around catching Anika by the ankles taking her legs away and dropping her downward toward the canvas. Karen moved in close to continue her assault but Anika was quick to cover up and roll away beneath the ropes and down to the floor outside the ring. Karen followed her as far as the ropes, but remained on the inside looking down upon her opponent as she moved off to another section outside the ring. Anika reached up grabbing the lower rope and pulled herself up onto the canvas and re-entered the ring. Karen moved towards her and thrust her right foot towards her, but Anika shifted her body and easily deflected the kick away from her. Karen quickly followed with the right and Anika was right on it and blocked the blow while catching and hooking the leg at the calf. With the right leg trapped within her grasp, Anika kicked out at Karen’s left leg knocking it out from under her and sending Karen crashing to the mat. Karen reached backward extending her hands to soften the impact, but her nicely shaped ass hit the canvas and bounced upon impact with the surface. Anika still had hold of the right leg and used it turn Karen over putting her on her belly. Anika stood over her prone victim grabbing the other leg and placed her into a well-executed Boston Crab. As Anika shifted her feet backward creating a severe arch in Karen’s back, Karen howled painfully as the pain tore through her backside while she pounded the canvas with the palm of her right hand. I was impressed, no, stunned by the precision and execution of maneuver. Although she was only nineteen and this was her first bout with me, she proved to be very skilled and thus far, technically better than any of my fighters in my stable to date. Karen screamed from the pain felt in her back as Anika bent her backward like a pretzel. Karen pushed herself up onto her hands and started to move forward to alleviate the stress on her spine. Anika held her ground and shifted Karen’s right leg up snuggly beneath the pit of her left arm. She reached her left hand over latching onto the knee of Karen’s left leg, securing her in a one-armed hold freeing up her right. Anika carefully reached around with the right hand burying her hand onto the back of Karen’s bleached scalp and pulled, jerking Karen’s head backward painfully. Karen screamed out in agony as her head was being pulled towards her lower spine. Karen reached up towards the burning sensation searing through the back of her head and she was now being held aloft, hovering above the mat in this painful, but peculiar hold. I didn’t know what to call it other than an elevated Boston Crab with a combination hair pull. Whatever it was called, it was a magnificent maneuver. With the hold in place, Anika eased her way over towards the ropes holding Karen in position. Anika positioned herself near the ropes and dropped downward to the canvas. Karen’s neck got caught up along the bottom rope and prevented her head from the hitting the canvas. The rest of Karen’s body continued downward with the added impetus of Anika’s body weight forcing her into the mat. Karen’s lower torso, belly and breasts hit the canvas hard with Anika’s weight landing heavily upon her lower back. With Karen’s neck hanging across the rope, her head was arched backward as she screamed in agony from the cruel and unusual tactic. After the impact, Anika turned loose of Karen’s legs allowing them to hit the canvas hard, and quickly turned around and took a seated position upon the upper portion of her opponents back. The weight upon her upper back pushed Karen’s throat down upon the lower rope causing Karen to cough and gag as it was cutting off a good portion of her airflow. Anika reached down grabbing hold of the bottom rope and started yanking hard upon the rope forcing it harder into her foe’s exposed windpipe. Karen’s face was changing color quickly as she struggled to breath beneath the weight of her skilled opponent. Struggle as she may, she was having zero success at trying to alleviate the pressure and improve her situation. Time was running down and Anika reached beneath the bottom rope grabbing hold of the hanging bleach blonde hair. She repeatedly pulled downward, forcing Karen’s throat hard upon the rope creating a near impossible predicament for Karen. Karen gagged and gasped as her neck was forced down onto the rope, and as she gagged, a long hanging stream of drool and spit extended from the corner of her mouth down onto the mats surface. As she gagged and sputtered, the spit would shake and quiver, but seemed to be unbreakable as it held its form. In what seemed to be in the matter of an instant, the bell rang to signal the end of the second round and Anika immediately dismounted her opponent and returned to her corner to freshen up.

The bell rang ending the second round and we were again treated to a wonderful display of skill and precision within the ring. Anika was lighting it up and the appreciative crowd cheered and applauded her efforts as she returned to her corner. Karen rolled off the ropes and lay upon the canvas on her back grasping and massaging her windpipe and throat. Her fine, sexy body was coated with a shiny, glistening sweat, and her hair was turning to dampened strands from the intense and painful action in which she was involved. Anika too had a fine sheen of perspiration coating her beautiful body, but not quite as soaked as Karen’s. Anika picked up a bottle and began drinking down the cold water to replenish the liquids lost thus far. Karen meanwhile, pulled herself over to her corner and poured the water directly over her head causing the water to mix with the sweat in her hair and to drip down and splash upon the canvas. Karen had to be going over within her mind exactly what has happened thus far. Both rounds started off decently but headed south quickly as Anika righted the ship and put on a clinic of some very skilled wrestling. Karen slowly got up onto her feet and toweled down her moist body. Anika chose to forego the towels and turned to face her opponent while waiting for the bell to begin round three. I don’t quite remember Anika looking so sexy and beautiful during our interview together, but she was certainly all that this evening. Her young, sexy body looked as though her pink fighting attire was custom made for her as every curve was perfectly molded into the tight fitting outfit. The outfit was looking a bit darker than the start of the fight from the perspiration and water that saturated the attire. She stood with her back against the turnbuckle with her arms extended along the top ropes, with her right leg bent at the knee and the sole of the right foot resting atop the instep of the left foot. Her beauty had me aching terribly beneath my shorts. Karen tossed her towel over the top rope down onto the rings apron as the bell rang to begin the third round.

The bell rang to begin round three and Anika moved out from her corner towards the rings center. Karen turned and faced the rings center and immediately began to bounce upon the balls of her feet to show that she was still ready and willing to go. The color returned to Karen’s face although her throat showed visible signs of the redness caused with her encounter with the rope. Karen bounded towards the rings center and both women moved towards their right as they circled each other sizing one another up. For half a minute the fighters circled before Karen held her right hand above her head and extended it outward towards her opponent. Anika sensed a challenge and extended her left hand upward taking Karen’s in hers and locking them together at the fingers. Anika then raised her right hand and Karen quickly raised her left and both ladies had their hands locked together in what appeared to be a test of strength. Each woman was about even in size and they both began to work their hands, twisting and turning, trying to find a weakness and impose their domination over one another. First one, then the other moved the right foot backward trying to gain extra leverage as they tried to make the other weaken. Strain and determination were upon the faces of each fighter as they grunted and gritted their teeth, trying to overpower one another. Each grunted fiercely and loudly as if this were going to give one of them an edge. Closer and closer they forced themselves forward until the their upper bodies came into contact and began pressing up against each other. Pressed hard against one another, Karen’s artificial breasts seemed to gain an advantage and they pushed inward, flattening the soft natural breasts of Anika's beneath them. As if she knew her opponent was gaining some form of superiority over her, Anika began to work harder with her hands and slowly started to gain some ground and started moving Karen backward towards the corner. Karen’s breast were still overwhelming Anika’s, but Anika was winning the test of strength battle. This battle of strength had gone on for a full minute and both fighters were showing signs of the severe stress they had been under. Sensing that if she didn’t do something she’d be headed for a repeat of the first two rounds, Karen chose to get down and dirty and lifted her right knee upward thumping it hard and deep between Anika’s luscious thighs. The blow caught Anika totally off guard as she gasped loudly and her eyes bugged out from the extreme shot of pain felt between her legs. Karen didn’t give her time to react, and drove a second and third shot hard between the thighs. Anika groaned painfully in an accented moan and slumped downward onto her knees. Karen turned loose of her opponent’s hands and grabbed hold of the blonde locks and lifted her back to her feet. Anika appeared to be very unsteady as she stood upon wobbled legs. They were quickly made even unsteadier as a solid thumping sound was heard as the knee landed solidly between her legs striking her in the crotch. Anika tried to collapse down to the canvas but was held erect by the firm grasp Karen held upon her hair. Karen lifted her knee again slamming it solidly between the thighs, crashing into the lacy pink material covering the young girls womanhood. Karen released her hold upon the hair allowing the Ukrainian beauty to fall backward onto the mat, reaching down between her legs trying to alleviate and relieve the throbbing pain shooting through her pelvic area. Karen positioned herself directly above Anika’s head and dropped to her knees, strategically kneeling atop Anika’s golden mane pinning her head to the mat. Karen eased her way down dropping her shapely ass upon Anika’s face burying her nose beneath it. Anika began making loud muffled sounds and started pounding the canvas with the soles of her feet while reaching up and placing her hands upon the cheeks of Karen’s ass trying to remove her from her face. Anika managed to lift her slightly allowing some air to reach her breathing apparatuses. Karen ass still hovered just above her face and she bent over forward reaching down and sliding her right hand across the sweat slick belly and slid it beneath the front of the pink panty. Anika let loose a painful yelp as the golden hairs of her pubic mound were being roughly invaded by Karen’s active right hand. Karen’s fingers became intertwined with the long blonde hairs upon Anika’s crotch and she twisted and yanked hard upon the golden bush. Anika quickly redirected her hands off Karen’s backside and tried reaching down to free her pubes from Karen’s powerful grasp. As she removed her hands from Karen’s rump and attached them to Karen’s wrists, Karen took the opportunity to lower herself back down upon the young blondes face, again effectively cutting off her airways. Anika struggled trying to pull upon Karen’s wrists while rapidly slamming the heels of her feet against the mat. The meat upon her luscious Ukrainian thighs danced and jiggled from the foot pounding effort. Fighting just the way I helped train her, Karen intensified the hair yanking motion upon the crotch and lifted Anika’s lower torso off the mat forcing her up onto her toes and the balls of her feet. As painful as her crotch was feeling at that precise moment, Anika had to absorb the punishment and move her hands back up towards Karen’s ass to fight for some much needed air. As skillful as the sexy blonde appeared in the first two rounds, she was being painfully brutalized here in the third. Karen lowered her back down onto the mat and cranked her hand forcefully, ripping and pulling on the blonde pubes. Anika again battered the heels of her feet against the mat as the bell rang signaling the end of the third round. Like her opponent before her, Karen quickly and mercifully rolled off her foe and returned to her corner to cool herself down.

Anika was now the one gagging and gasping for air. She rolled over onto her left side choking as she tried to gulp down some fresh air as quickly as she could. Her sweat-soaked belly and chest heaved up and down with each sucking breath while she moved her hands down onto her crotch, rubbing and massaging, trying to alleviate the burning fire within her sexy pink panty. The young blonde seemed as if she were unprepared for this type of attack and seemed helpless in trying to defend herself from it. As I watched her struggle painfully upon the mat, I quietly went about clearing my conscience as I convinced myself that she was fully informed of the type of combat she was getting into. She rolled over onto her back with her knees held upward in a fetal position and I noticed tears rolling down her cheeks as they streamed from the corner of her eye. Karen meanwhile was taking the opportunity to gulp down huge drinks of cold water and shake some sparingly upon her face and chest. She then threw the bottle aside and grasped a towel and started to dry the wetness from her beautiful, sexy body. Karen took the towel and began wiping it liberally upon her face, chest, and beneath her arms allowing the terry cloth material to soak up the hot damp moisture from her body. Anika meanwhile rolled over near the ropes in the corner and grabbed hold with the right hand and laid the side of her face upon the lower strand. She moaned and spoke in foreign dialect as she struggled to pick herself up off the canvas. She reached up grabbing the center rope pulling herself up into a seated position. As she reached up grabbing hold of top rope, the bell rang to begin the fourth round.

The bell rang to begin round four and Anika was slowly pulling herself up into a kneeling position. Karen, fully refreshed quickly made her way across the ring and promptly and forcefully thumped the instep of her right foot flush into the kidney area on the lower right side of the sexy young blonde. The kick forced a painful gasp through the lips of the Ukrainian and also caused a spray to spit to mist the area in front of her face. Karen quickly followed up that blow with another and had the young vixen hanging onto the top rope as she slumped downward to the canvas. Karen reached down grabbing two fists full of the dampened blonde locks and lifted the sexy young thing to her feet. She forced her forward heavily into the ropes and I grabbed hold of the blonde’s wrists and pulled her against the rubberized material. Karen stepped to the side of her young foe and lifted her right knee upward driving it hard against the outer portion of Anika’s right knee. Anika screamed as the she felt the immediate wave of pain shoot through her knee as she tried to pull away and slumped downward placing the pits of her arms atop the ropes. Karen raised her knee and slammed it hard against the outer section of the leg, driving it high against the outer thigh. Anika squealed painfully and I knew how badly that hurt as I thought back to my high school days when some kids used to do that for fun as they snuck up on unsuspecting victims, of which I was one on more than one occasion. I was quickly brought back to reality when I felt Anika trying to collapse downward from another painful blow to the side of her leg. Karen hollered at me to release her and she reached up grabbing a handful of the blonde hair and pulled her opponent off the ropes throwing her onto the mat. As Anika hit the mat she immediately rolled onto her left side and reached her hands down to the pain that was throbbing in her right thigh. Karen circled her fallen opponent and neared Anika’s lower torso. Karen lifted her right foot and brought it back down hard, thrusting the heel of her foot against the outer section of the right knee. Anika screamed painfully as she grasped hold of her aching knee and thrashed around agonizingly upon the rings surface. Karen reached down grabbing hold of the young blonde and pulled her up onto her knees. Leading her over to the ropes, Karen forced her forward dangling her and placing the pits of Anika’s arms across the center rope. Placing her hands upon the center rope, Karen pulled upward while leaning down onto the top rope pushing the two together. Karen worked the lower and top rope together successfully entangling Anika’s arms within them. Anika’s head hung downward looking towards the mats surface as her flowing blonde hair hung limply toward the canvas. She was leaned forward pushing outward into the ropes with her arms extended outward, tied up in them. Karen moved behind her tangled victim and dropped downward onto her knees. Positioned behind her, Karen thrust her right fist forward driving it hard into the kidney area on the lower right side of Anika’s back. Anika’s body was driven forward and she threw her head backward as she wooofffed loudly from the forceful blow and sprayed the air in front of her as saliva flew from her opened, groaning mouth. Anika swayed as her body shook within the entanglement of the ropes and Karen delivered another vicious shot into the lower back of the sexy young blonde. Quite a sexy site as her blonde mane shot upward from the sudden head jerk caused by the solid blow. Anika moaned painfully as the fist dug its way into the flesh of her lower back and caused the blonde to spray the area just outside the ring. Another solid shot had the young blonde vixen wobbling and dangling helplessly from the entanglement within the rings ropes. Karen reached around grabbing Anika tightly by the front of her blonde locks and pulled her head up and back, straightening the body of the trapped youngster. As she pulled her backward with the left hand, Karen reached her right around to the front of her anguished foe and slid it downward, inserting beneath the front of the pink panty. Anika unngghhhed loud and long as she agonized from the painful burning feeling that returned to her pubic area. Karen slid her hand down into the longish blonde bush and snatched a handful of the pubes and twisted and pulled her hand mightily. The sexy sounds of the young blondes accented anguish filled the room as she suffered mightily from the severe torture-taking place beneath her sexy pink panty. The time remaining was now under a minute and the sexy, sweat covered teen was being cruelly mauled by the beautiful, older woman. Karen continued to yank upon the pubic hairs with the right hand and released her hold upon Anika’s head hair with the left and moved it down and around the front where the right was inflicting some severe punishment. Maintaining the hair yanking with the right, Karen used her left to secure the front of the panty and bunch the material together and yank upward. The satiny pink material was driven upward, penetrating deep into her young womanhood. Anika gasped as she felt the painful violation of her body. Karen released her hold upon the pubic hairs and used her more dominant right hand to lift up, pulling and wedging the panty deep inside her pussy. Anika wailed in sheer agony as the pink material was cutting into her young sex. I gazed amazingly at the deep penetration of the panty as I focused upon the sexy Ukrainian’s crotch. I was mesmerized as I stared at the young fighter gazing at the beautiful tan she had and then the white area of her body normally covered by her bikini bottom. It was quite a contrast and it wasn’t until then that I realized what a great tan she had. I also was zeroed in on what a nice job she does maintaining a neatly trimmed bikini pubic area for her bikini bottoms, but was able to do so with such a long and thick blonde bush. Her scream from the painful penetration of the panty brought me back from whatever dream world I had wandered off to, and Karen released her grip upon the thick haired bush and slid outside the ring beneath the bottom rope. Seconds were all that remained in the fourth round and Karen positioned herself in front of her kneeling and entrapped opponent. Karen reached up grabbing hold of the waistline of the pink panty and pulled Anika towards her, then drew back her right fist slamming it forward and exploding against the hair-covered region of the young girls pubic area. Anika screamed out as she felt the force of Karen’s fist drive hard into her womanly mound. Karen drew back her fist and delivered another as the bell rang signaling the end of the fourth round. The crowd was screaming and very loud from the vicious action-taking place and I’m not positive Karen heard the bell. She loaded up her fist and pounded it hard into the crotch of pained, wailing Ukrainian. As she drew her fist backward and prepared to deliver another, I took it upon myself to step in and grab hold of Karen’s arm to stop the punishment. Karen looked at me with a crazed look, but it quickly disappeared as I continually reiterated that the round was over. Karen turned and walked around the ring to her corner to begin freshening up.

Quite a fight had evolved as Karen proved that she had learned her lessons well and was fighting as brutally as she needed to in order to be successful in this business. Anika had displayed early that she was a skilled technical wrestler but also displayed a weakness that Karen had brutally exploited. Karen climbed back up onto the apron of the ring, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and poured it down upon her face and mouth. Anika meanwhile whimpered quietly as she remained hung up, tangled within the ropes. I lifted up on the ropes freeing the young blonde who tumbled over sideways, collapsing down to the canvas. She lay upon her left side while reaching down to cup and hold her aching crotch area with her right hand. I envied her right hand at that moment as I thought to myself that I should have my hand down there tending to the youthful beauty. Moisture covered her body as the heat from the smallish arena and bright lights did its job and made the conditions almost unbearable, almost. I reached down offering the hurt warrior a bottle of water but she seemed to ignore the offer and continued to rub upon her crotch. Karen was across the ring reaching for a towel and immediately began to dry the wetness from her body. Slowly she ran the towel upon her face, neck, and chest. Working the towel down across her body, she moved it towards her belly and then down to her thighs, taking time to tend to each one carefully. Anika was again going about using the ropes attempting to pull herself up off the mat. She managed to maneuver herself up into a seated position and was reaching for the center rope just as the bell rang to begin round five.

The bell rang to begin round five and Karen was swift to exit her corner and launch an attack upon her seated opponent. Karen grabbed hold of the sweat-dampened blonde locks of the young girl and pulled her up onto her feet. Quickly and painfully, she lifted her knee upward driving it hard into the outer section of the right knee of the Ukrainian. Anika screamed out painfully as she felt the crushing force of Karen’s knee begin to cripple her. Karen delivered another vicious shot, and then another before allowing the young blonde to crumple to the mat where she thrashed around screaming and groping at her right knee. Karen circled her downed foe glaring and formulating in her mind what to do next. As the teen groaned agonizingly from the pain within her knee, the sexy older woman dropped down onto her knees and strategically knelt upon her foes golden locks, pinning her head to the mat. Anika rolled onto her back still holding onto her knee as Karen bent forward reaching her hand towards the young girls crotch. Karen went straight for the panty and pulled, driving the material hard and deep inside the young blonde. Anika turned loose of her aching knee and reached down toward the material that was deeply embedded within her. As she tried to grasp hold of the lacy material cutting her deep inside, Karen cruelly yanked harder and worked the material roughly back and forth, moving it from side to side. The painful accented cry said it all as the young fighter pounded the sole of her left foot against the canvas while reaching her hands towards the heavens. Karen maintained control and worked the wedged material furiously while Anika reached out and tried grabbing for anything she could lay her hands on. She reached up placing her hands upon Karen’s upper thighs and desperately tried digging her pink painted nails into the inner skin. Karen grimaced as she felt the long talons cut into her legs and eased up while trying to back away. As she did, Anika was starting to lose her grip and began raking her nails furiously across the flesh of the thighs. Karen quickly backed off and leapt to her feet while rubbing and massaging her inner thighs. While backing away, I noticed the red claw markings left upon her tanned flesh. Karen was obviously peeved by the attack and moved back over to her prone opponent and stomped her foot down on top of Anika’s right kneecap. Anika rolled over onto her left side and reached down toward her aching knee. Karen positioned herself behind the young blonde and kicked her foot forward driving it hard into the crevice located at the back of the right knee. Anika screamed out while rolling over trying to escape from the pissed off Karen. Karen pursued her, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her onto her feet. Anika was quite wobbly, hurt, and was favoring her damaged right knee considerably. Karen pushed her backward against the ropes and I immediately reached up grabbing a handful of the Ukrainian’s blonde hair. I pulled her head backward while Karen grabbed Anika’s right leg and propped it up and across the center rope. Anika reached her hands up to alleviate the pain she was feeling from the hair pull when she suddenly screamed out painfully as she felt the forceful blow of Karen’s knee explode into the exposed inner portion of her right knee. Karen grabbed the leg to hold it in place and directed another painful blow crushing against the inner knee. Anika cried out in pain while tears streamed from the corners of her eyes and mixed with the sweat that beaded upon her face. Pulling the leg towards her, Karen shot the knee upward crushing the target as she was slowly destroying the young girls leg. I released my hold upon her hair, grabbed her arms, and placed them across the top rope. Anika was rested on the ropes as they supported her beneath her arms. Karen took a step backward and punted her right foot up crushing it into the bend at the back of the right knee. Anika bellowed out painfully and tried to reach down towards the pain, but I grabbed her hands and held them in place keeping her hanging on the ropes. Karen backed away to survey the situation and what a situation it was. The young teen was hung upon the ropes, in all likelihood unable to stand from the damage done to her knee. She had the pink lace material of her panty still wedged inside the crack of her pussy and was a whimpering mess. Karen moved back in toward her victim and launched her knee upward thudding it hard toward the long blonde bush between Anika’s thighs. The knee thumped hard against the crotch and Anika moaned in painful agony. Karen raised her knee upward again slamming it hard into the exposed area between the teens thighs and sent her young body rocking as it dangled helplessly upon the ropes. Karen was not letting up or showing any mercy and drilled her again as her knee thudded hard into the young blondes crotch. Anika’s body rocked from the force delivered between her legs and her head fell forward and was hanging toward the canvas. Karen moved forward grabbing hold of the sweat-soaked blonde hair and lifted upward so she could see her victims face. Anika eyes were clenched tightly shut and pain covered the young girls face. Karen held her head up with the left hand and moved her right down between the blonde’s legs snatching a fistful of the luscious long bush. The Ukrainian began to groan, as Karen started yanking and tugging on the blondish pubes. The force of the yanking motion was visibly evident as you could see how much and how far the hair-covered skin was being pulled away from her body. Just watching it had a painful throb going on in my own crotch. Pulling and twisting, Karen was viciously abusing the young woman’s crotch and the surrounding skin was showing severe signs of irritation. Karen turned loose of the hairs and grabbed hold of the pink laced material and began yanking and forcing the wedged material as deep as was physically possible. Anika wailed loud and long as she felt the laced material tear up inside of her. Karen was making audible grunting sounds with each and every thrust, as she drove the material deep inside the young blondes pussy. Over and over, Karen jerked with all her might as she used the panty like dental floss. Anika’s painful groans turned to outright sobbing as the pain she was experiencing between her legs was beginning to overwhelm her. Time was running down and it appeared as though it was a race to see which was to occur first, the end of the round or the end of the bout. Karen was vicious and relentless as she looked as though she were trying to the lift her opponent up off the mat as she jerked the panty upward into the teen’s pussy. Anika threw her head backward across the top rope screaming out in her native tongue just as the bell rang signaling the end of the fifth round. The crowd noise was deafening and I wasn’t quite sure as to what she hollered out, but I did step through the ropes to pull Karen off of her, as I was certain she didn’t hear the bell ending the round. I grasped Karen’s wrist forcing her hand open freeing the panty and lifted her and carried her over toward her corner.

I set Karen down and went over to the sobbing Anika as she hung upon the ropes looking like a battered and beaten warrior. I reached down pulling the material from within the young woman’s pussy and resituated the material so it covered her golden bush. I lifted her leg off the center rope allowing her foot to drop heavily onto the canvas. Her sweat drenched body hung upon the ropes and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she breathed in and out very heavily while continuing with her sobbing. I asked her if she wanted to continue with the fight but she did not respond. I raised her head and her eyes were puffy and slightly swollen from her bout with the tears. I asked again if she’d like to continue the bout and when she didn’t respond the second time, I climbed through the ropes calling an end to the bout and declaring Karen the winner. As I did so a partial cheer went up from the crowd for the decision as well as several jeers and boos. Anika hobbled out of the corner grabbing me and began protesting that she can continue the fight. My instincts were telling me to leave well enough alone and go with my gut feeling, but the ache in my pants was urging me to go a different route. The crowd noise got louder as everyone saw that she was pressing for the fight to continue. I listened carefully as she made her case to me with her heavily accented voice. It was clearly evident that she could barely stand because her knee was hurting her badly. As she spoke I had already formulated in my mind that I’d let the bout continue, but was certain that if she couldn’t demonstrate that she could turn the bout around, that this would be the last round. As she finished pleading, I informed her of my decision and told her to head to her corner to freshen up. I headed to Karen’s corner to give her the 411 and then announced to an appreciative crowd that the fight would continue. Karen simply accepted the decision and immediately reached for a towel and watered it down with a bottle. Taking the damp towel, she wiped it liberally across her face and chest cooling her body down. Anika grabbed two bottles, drinking with an arid thirst from one while drenching her head and face with the other. The cold water ran into her sweat-soaked hair, streamed down her face and neck and down upon her body. After emptying both bottles in a quick fashion, she grabbed a towel and began soaking up and drying the moisture from her young, sexy body. I extended the rest period an extra thirty seconds giving her an opportunity to right herself. No one seemed to notice or care that the break lasted longer than normal and both women took advantage as they both turned to face center ring to await the bell. When I saw that both women were ready to continue, I signaled for the bell to begin round six.

The bell rang to begin round six and Karen moved confidently across the ring as Anika struggled and limped her way forward, favoring her damaged knee. As they neared one another, Karen spun upon her left foot while lifting and driving a hard spinning kick with her right directed at the young blondes chest. The sole of the older woman’s cross trainer landed hard between the teen’s breasts and knocked her off her feet while landing hard on her back and bouncing off the mats surface. Karen moved quickly and grabbed hold of the Ukrainian’s ankles and spread her legs wide and stomped her foot hard down upon the panty covered region between her thighs. Anika wailed out painfully as her body bounced from the forceful impact and she slammed the palms of her hands against the mat. Karen wasted no time at all and raised her right foot upward and dropped it hard into the young girls exposed crotch. Again, Anika’s backside was bounced off the canvas as she screamed and pounded her outstretched arms and hands into the mat. Karen reached down and lifted Anika upward and hoisted her across her shoulder and carried her over towards me in the corner. Karen flung her forward and draped her legs over the top ropes while instructing me to secure the ankles. Anika was in serious trouble as she hung upside down in the corner with the bends of her knees resting upon the ropes. Karen moved just off to the side and reached towards her opponent with both hands. Karen took the backside of the panty with her left hand and grabbed a handful of the front of the panty with the right. Bunching the material together, she drove the material downward sinking it deep inside the split of her womanhood. Anika squealed painfully as the material dug deep inside her pussy. With the frontal and rear holds on the panty, Karen worked the material from side to side, rubbing it hard and deep across the insides of the beautiful teen. Anika screamed out in painful protest and tried reaching her hands upwards towards her pained region, but was unable to do anything to alleviate the problem. While securing the ankles, I had a birds-eye view looking downward upon the torture the young woman was experiencing. Karen was being both skilled and vicious as she penetrated deeply inside the pussy of her young opponent, working it hard from side to side. Quickly and just as viciously, Karen changed direction and began working the material from front to back, driving and cutting the panty as deep as was physically possible into the crack of the screaming Ukrainian. Anika’s crotch was damp with sweat and the juices were flowing from the action inside her pussy, and the odor was overwhelming as the smell rose upward towards my nose. The long blondes were matted and clumped from the moisture and the lips of her pussy were thick and very red in color. Karen continued to work the panty and added a new element to the attack as she thrust her right knee forward, driving it hard into the exposed belly of her upside down opponent. Anika grunted and moaned as the knee sank deeply into soft area near the navel. Repeatedly, Karen lifted her knee and thudded it hard into the weakened belly area while continuing to grind the material of the panty back and forth, deep inside the slit of the beautiful blonde. About a minute and a half remained in the round and Karen backed away to look upon her beaten and hurt foe. As she surveyed her opponent, I noticed for the first time in the round just how loud the crowd was at this point. I must have been so overwhelmed with the action that I must have tuned everything else out. I was quickly brought back to the action as Karen stepped forward while driving her right elbow down upon the exposed area between the luscious thighs of the blonde teen. The elbow thumped hard into the moist area between the thighs and Anika let loose a hellacious and painful cry. Karen quickly followed up with another and it appeared to be devastating as the elbow slammed hard and appeared to dig into the young woman’s pussy. My crotch was pulsating from the savage action occurring between the blonde’s legs and I thought I was going lose it all over myself. Karen came dropping down with another elbow smash into the teen’s crotch and I realized that she was no longer moaning or making screaming sounds. Karen leaped into the air and came dropping down driving her elbow hard into the teen’s crotch and I let go of her legs allowing her to drop headfirst to the canvas. Anika hit and rolled limply down and lay motionless. I signaled for Karen to back away and I moved into the ring to check on my fighter. The crowd noise died down considerably as I hovered over the downed blonde. I wasn’t immediately certain, but I believed she simply passed out from the pain and would be fine. I signaled for the bell and announced that the winner of the bout in the sixth round by a knockout was the bleach blonde hellcat, Karen. The crowd erupted with applause and their approval as they had witnessed a thorough and brutal bout of age over youth. Karen strutted around the ring with her hands raised upward over her head as she reveled in the adoration she was receiving from the crowd. As she played to her fans, I grabbed a water bottle and some towels to tend to her unconscious victim. Using the cold water, I began splashing it upon the young woman’s face and slowly started to bring the Ukrainian teen goddess around. As she started to regain her senses, the moment hit her as to what had happened and she began to bawl and speak in foreign tongue. I couldn’t understand a word she was saying but it was obvious that she was going to be O.K. and that was huge relief. I helped her up and gathered her robe and led her from the ring to her dressing room. The members of the audience gave her a loud ovation as she exited the ring area showing their appreciation and support for her efforts. We entered the dressing area and the sounds of the audience disappeared.

I managed to get her to calm down and start communicating in her version of broken English. She indicated that she was not as prepared for this type of fighting as she thought and was extremely disappointed in her performance. I informed her that she displayed some great elements of talent early in the bout and that with the right kind of training she could be something special. This seemed to revitalize her somewhat as a smile appeared upon her face. The smile got slightly larger when I handed her the twenty five hundred in cash for her share of the purse. I doubt if she had ever had that much money all at once in her short life upon this earth. As I gazed at her upbeat face, I quickly mentioned that if she’d won the match she would have received five thousand dollars. Money was the universal element of life and she assuredly understood what it could have meant to her pocketbook and a steely glare came to her eye. I told her if she’d like, I’d be more than happy to work with her and train her for her upcoming bouts. I informed her that I’d helped prepare her opponent and she readily accepted my offer. This was great as far as I was concerned as it gave me the opportunity to scrap with these beautiful women, and helped me prepare the fighters for the type of action I enjoyed the best. I had to excuse myself, as I had to run over to Karen’s dressing room to pay her off, and to prepare for a surprise event that was going to occur in the ring in a few short moments. I smiled as I thought about what was going to happen, as it was certain to be a bonus for the paying customers this evening, and the best part is that it was going to be a freebie, no payoff to the winner or loser.

To be continued…………………………………….