The waiting was over and my dream was about to come to fruition. I had signed off on the structure with the contractor earlier in the week and the opening night of fights had begun. The building was not a major work of art and may not have appealed to anyone that drove by, but to me it was a palace, one fit for a Queen. It was a simple construction, one of wood framing, drywall and the outside of the building was aluminum, but inside is what mattered most to me. As you enter the main entrance from paved parking area that accommodates 200 vehicles, you immediately see that the actual interior has been dug out and built into the ground. Twenty-five feet of platform space encircles the main level with aisles that lead down to the assigned seating. Five rows of seating circle the ring area, each leveled appropriately to provide unobstructed viewing of the ring. The front row was ten feet from the rings edge and the view sat at an eye level with the lower ropes of the ring. All the seats were padded for comfort as most events lasted beyond three hours. Just to the left as you enter the building is a stairway that takes you down to the ground level. Two 20x25 dressing rooms were located at each end of the structure while allowing for just two fighters to share on fight nights. Each was appointed quite nicely with all the furnishings of most hotel suites and each was equipped with private showers and oversized whirlpool baths. As you leave the dressing areas at the north end of the building you head into a short tunnel leading to the brightly lit area of the ring. A tunnel led from the two dressing rooms at the south end also. Once you get to the ring area, you notice that an iron railing has been installed seven feet from the ring and three feet from the front row to separate the crowd from the designated fighting area. A thick red carpet was laid upon a two and a half inch foam pad to provide a soft landing area outside the ring. A new ring was purchased with three ropes surrounding the square with nicely padded turnbuckles and a beautiful blue canvas. The canvas was strung so tightly that when I dropped a baseball onto it from about five feet, the ball bounced up nearly three feet. An inexpensive wooden structure of steps was built to allow the fighters to walk up into the ring. Directly above the railing surrounding the ring was a rack of lights hanging from the ceiling, each directed down toward the ring providing heat and brilliant lighting. Also hanging from the ceiling directly above the ring were two gas-fired heaters to add to the climate within the ring. Pre test temperatures showed the temperature within the ring was 20 to 25 degrees warmer than the seating area, although it was conducted with empty seating. Lastly, there were four Bose speakers affixed in the corners of the arena to provide music to entertain between bouts and to be used for the P.A. system to announce the fighters into the ring. It wasn't Madison Square Garden, but it was mine and it was the perfect environment for the greatest fighters in the world.

All was perfect for the event until four days prior when it seemed that all the hoopla and fanfare for the opening was going to fall apart. An opening such as this demanded the best match possible and all along the plan was to pit Nadia against her main rival, Amanda. As great as their previous encounters were I was certain to get a great show from both, as there was an intense hatred between the two. Unfortunately, Amanda had an accident at home and broke her left ankle shelving her for the next eight weeks. It was too late to cancel the event and I had to come up with a solution rather quickly. Karen pleaded with me to give her a shot although there may have been others that were more deserving, but she had shown promise and was coming along better than expected and I gave into the pressure and scheduled her to replace Amanda. Kimberly was overly upset by the announcement and even though Karen was undefeated, she did get a thorough working over from the Mistress of Darkness. Kimberly was already scheduled for a bout with Erica while Karen was not on the card and it seemed a lot easier to throw Karen into it rather than rearrange more than the one bout. Of all the fighters in my stable, Karen was the one most money motivated and I figured she'd give it everything she had to stake her claim to the large payday. Karen was grateful and trained hard over the next three days. She even asked for some strategy to help her during the contest. I wasn't sure if it was a breach, but I did inform her of the best way of defeating the champ utilizing some info Nadia had told me in private. I figured it might help her even things out a bit. I figured this to be an interesting match up, the woman that I helped train and prepare for the fighting world, sort of a protégé' versus the young woman that I couldn't get enough of and that was fucking my brains out.

Well, fortunately everyone that attended this evening took the news well about the last minute schedule change. As a matter of fact, Amanda received a standing ovation from the crowd when she entered the arena as I assisted her down the stairs to the ground level. I placed her down behind the rail at ringside and allowed her view from there. The evening's events had gone well thus far and we had seen three really good fights. Eighteen year old Melanie downed nineteen year old Misty in the first bout, twenty eight year old Patti took Marina, an eighteen year old Russian, and Erica, a nineteen year old beauty was back in form as she destroyed the Mistress of Darkness, Kimberly. I don't know if her mind wasn't into it because I overlooked her for the title bout, but as of this moment it seemed that I might have made a wise decision. The twenty-minute break between bouts was just about up and I made my way in from the darkness and headed toward the ring. I silenced the music and grabbed the microphone prior to climbing through the ropes into the ring. I could feel the immense difference of temperatures from the shadows of the tunnel and knew that we had done well. I held the mike up to my mouth and began with the introductions to the evening's main event. Introducing first, with a record of three wins, no losses and one draw, standing in at five foot, five inches tall and weighing in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds, the challenger for the title, KAARRREEENNNNN. Karen walked out of the darkness of the north tunnel and made her way around the ring, up the steps and climbed through the ropes to the cheers of the crowd. Karen strutted around the ring with her hands held up over her head while clapping them together and pumping herself up. After circling the ring twice she made her way over towards her corner to prepare for the fight. Karen's bleached mane hung loosely down upon the tops of her shoulders and her bangs hung at the brow. She wore a yellow silken robe with a pink sash tied off at the waist. The hemline of the robe covered just enough that you couldn't see what she wore beneath, but practically every bit of her sexy legs were revealed to everyone that ogled her intently. She slowly undid the sash and started to remove the robe revealing her selected fighting attire for tonight's battle. Karen was decked out in a pink-laced bra and bikini panty ensemble. The color was deep and full and the sexy outfit left little to the imagination. Karen was a thirty-five year old beauty with reported measurements of 34D-23-35. Karen's face was painted accordingly, blending in with the pink motif of her fighting attire. Dark pink eye shadow and blushes were used and brought out the color in her face. Karen's ample chest was bursting at the seams, testing the fibers of the sexy bra. The panty was cut high on the hips and fit snuggly with a slight hint of her backside being revealed. The high cut leg on the panty made Karen's legs look long and sexy. Dispensing the normal footwear, Karen opted to wear a matching pink wrestling boot, laced tightly up the front as it extended slightly up her shin. She folded her robe and tossed it down onto the floor outside the ring and leaned back against the turnbuckle, resting her arms along the top ropes anxiously waiting for her opponent for tonight's titanic struggle. Next up is the current Queen of the Ring, our current titleholder with a record of nine wins and one loss. She stands in for tonight's title match up at five foot, five inches tall and weighed in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, she is the Ukrainian Princess, NAAADEEEEYAAAAAA. Nadia made her way in from the darkness of the south tunnel and walked completely around the squared circle before moving to the steps and entering the ring. Nadia's golden mane shined as the bright lights from above beamed down brightly, her flowing hair hanging down below her shoulders. She climbed through the ropes wearing a shiny white silk robe with a white sash holding the front closed tightly. I eyed the robe as the blonde haired beauty moved around the ring in what could only be described as a royal manner. The robe hung mid thigh and wasn't quite as sexy as Karen's. True to fashion though, Nadia removed her robe revealing one of her many, sexy lingerie ensembles from Victoria's Secret. Nadia wore white, which always looked so good against her well-tanned body. The sexy laced bra revealed plenty of Nadia's breast flesh, the cup cut right above the nipples. The panty was so tight and sexy; it looked as though it were made special just for her. Nadia had her face painted whorishly, with dark eyeliner outlining the shapes of her eyes while wearing a whitish eye shadow and blush to accent her fighting attire. She wore bits of shiny specks upon the cheeks of her face. She turned and faced the corner as she tossed her robe aside and I immediately focused upon her killer ass and thighs. Nadia was a twenty five year old native of the Ukraine with reported body measurements of 34C-23-35. Reluctantly, I pulled my eyes from her best assets and noticed that she too had gone away from the trainer or tennis shoe and went to a wrestling boot. She wore a white boot that reached a little higher than Karen's, hitting Nadia about mid shin. I felt a dull ache within my shorts, as she was just that sexy to be able to cause that feeling in me each and every time I laid my eyes upon her. I motioned for the fighters to come center ring and go over the ground rules for tonight's fight.

Both women came center ring and stood there glaring coldly into one another's eyes. The classic stare down was going on. I explained that this was to be a rules catfight, fought within the confines of the 16x16 ring, and outside if they so chose. This was a title bout so they would fight fifteen rounds or until a submission, whichever came first. Each round would last three minutes with a one-minute rest period between rounds. Three members of the viewing audience would score the bout using the twenty-five points per round scoring system, each allotting the points as they see fit. Should the bout last the entire fifteen rounds, the fighter with the most points on the judge's scorecards would be awarded the match. I checked their nails to make sure that both fighters' hands were legal, and they were. Each wore their nails long and primed for damage and painted them appropriately to match their fighting garb. The rules were simple. Tactics such as punching, pinching, kicking, kneeing, scratching and elbowing were permitted, biting was not. Faces, necks, arms, hands and legs below the knee were off limits, all other body parts were fair game and encouraged for the fighters to attack. One rule change had now been permanently altered during title bouts, and that change concerned the head and face. While these areas were off limits to the approved tactics of the fight, they could direct either area into or against whatever surfaces available to them. Once again I would function as each fighters second in the event of double teaming purposes, but I would only assist when requested and one fighter was in complete control at the time of the request. Each fighter would have an unlimited amount of towels at their disposal in a bin located near their corners, but the amount of water available was now limited to four 20 oz bottles per match. The bottles were kept in a small ice chest located in their corners and was filled with a water and ice mix. Water use was now part of their fight strategy, the girls using it sparingly and when necessary in order to get through the long, hot battles. The ice chest could and had been used by the girls in the earlier bouts to soak a towel in and apply to their overheated bodies, so they were able to stretch out the water use and conserve safely. As I stood there going over the rules, I couldn't help but notice that Karen seemed so much larger in the chest area than Nadia and I couldn't believe that one cup size meant that much difference. Nadia also appeared fuller and firmer in the buttocks and thighs, so I was mystified that they listed themselves so similarly in size. One of them had to be wrong and I'd get to the bottom of it later. I wished them both good luck and sent them back to their corners to wait for the bell. As I exited the ring I wondered if Karen could match up against Nadia's experience. I moved down the steps to the sound system and inserted the tape set for the entire fifteen rounds. A brilliant plan of mine by recording the bell to signal the start and end of each round across the speaker system, with an added fifteen second warning horn alerting everyone when the end of the round was nearing. I loaded it up and pressed play and then quickly moved back up the steps to the rings apron. Both women stood in their corners looking across at one another, ready to get this feature fight underway. The bell rang and the fight was about to begin.

The bell rang to start round one and both fighters moved out of their corners towards the center of the ring. Nadia started to move slowly to her right and Karen spun upon her left foot and thrust her right around delivering a spinning kick, landing high above Nadia's chest and catching the champ totally by surprise. Karen's boot landed hard and lifted Nadia off her feet and sent her crashing down onto the mat, landing hard upon her back. Nadia bounced off the mats surface and quickly spun over onto her belly, gagging and gasping while thrashing around and clutching at her throat. Karen turned and looked at me with a total look of bewilderment, searching and seeking some type of guidance as to what to do. I sensed that it was probably an illegal blow but that it was done quite intentionally. I couldn't call the bout after five seconds or I'd have a riot on my hands so I hollered out to her to fight on. Karen wasted no time and moved over top the downed champ and placed both her boots atop Nadia's hair, pinning her head to the mat. Karen reached down grabbing hold of Nadia's right arm and pulled, forcefully and painfully yanking it up behind her back. Nadia started to move her legs in a crawling motion, trying to place herself in a position where the stress and strain on her shoulder were not as severe. Karen used Nadia's hand and wrist to twist the arm violently, adding to the pain and discomfort she was already experiencing. Karen worked the arm hard, twisting and extending the arm far behind her back. Nadia kicked and thrashed her beautiful legs furiously, trying to find some relief to the painful arm hold. Karen studied hard and added to the pain as she raised her left foot and stomped the sole of her pink boot down hard upon the back of Nadia's shoulder. Nadia struggled mightily but to no avail as her head was securely pinned to the mat. Karen stomped upon the shoulder again and again, painfully driving her boot against the muscle just on the back of the shoulder. Ten times Karen put the boot to Nadia as she slapped the palm of her left hand repeatedly against the canvas. After the tenth boot, Karen turned loose the arm and stepped back while allowing Nadia to roll over onto her back and reach across her body with her left hand and grab hold of her shoulder. Karen circled her opponent and reached down grabbing a fistful of Nadia's golden locks and pulled her onto her feet. Using Nadia's hair to lead her, Karen dragged her toward the corner and sent her head first between the ropes in the corner, driving her right shoulder hard into the steel post of the ring. Nadia thudded hard against the post and her body ricocheted off the pole and dropped down, landing upon the center turnbuckle. Karen viciously yanked her by the hair pulling her from the corner and ran across the ring driving her against the post across the way. Karen yanked her by the hair and threw her down onto the mat in the corner. Nadia lay upon her back in agony as she reached for her pain-wracked shoulder. Karen placed herself up near Nadia's head and used her left foot to once again stand upon her hair. Using the right foot, Karen lifted and stomped repeatedly, driving the sole of her boot down onto the front of Nadia' damaged right shoulder. Karen was fighting the match according to script as she worked diligently at taking away from Nadia's arsenal. She couldn't attack the arm, but the shoulder was fair game and she worked the right one exclusively, taking away Nadia's stronger arm. Eight or nine stomps with the boot and Karen backed away from her hurting and troubled opponent. Nadia rocked back and forth as she held her damaged shoulder with her left hand. Karen, not about to let up or give her any time to recover, and she quickly reached down grabbing a handful of hair and viciously lifted the champ onto her feet and directed her beneath the top and center rope, sending her flying outside the ring. Nadia was launched outside the ring and down onto the floor where she landed upon her aching right shoulder. She hit and rolled into a fetal position as the terrible pain she was feeling was overwhelming her sexy body. Karen followed her down to the floor and used the hair to lift the champ to her feet. Grabbing and using Nadia's left wrist and arm; Karen swung her around and slammed her shoulder first against the steel post of the ring. The front of Nadia's right shoulder hit hard against the pole and she crashed down to the floor in painful agony. Nadia landed on her knees and bent over forward with her forehead rested upon the floor as she firmly grasped hold of her aching shoulder. Karen stood over her and leapt into the air and lowered an elbow drop into the center Nadia's back. The elbow hit with a horrible thump and Nadia arched upward and quickly tumbled over onto her side. I jumped down from the rings apron to improve my position of viewing the match. Nadia didn't have time to think about the pain around her back area as Karen pulled her onto her feet by the hair and again swung her around and slammed her shoulder first against the blue painted post. Nadia crashed hard against the post and dropped to the floor like she'd been shot. Karen reached down securing another fistful of hair and jerked Nadia onto her feet. Karen pulled and directed Nadia back into the ring and shoved her beneath the lower rope. As Karen pushed her beneath the ropes, the warning horn sounded signaling the end of the round was near. Karen hurriedly climbed up into the ring and forced Nadia onto her stomach. She grabbed Nadia by the right wrist and pulled her arm behind her and forced it uncomfortably behind her back, forcing the wrist up high. Nadia again started to work her feet and knees, moving them quickly as she struggled to try and crawl her way out of the painful hold. Karen shoved the wrist upward one final time as the bell sounded ending the first round.

Karen quickly jumped up off her opponent and returned to her corner to freshen up. She reached into the ice chest and pulled a frosty bottle of water and started to sip it, carefully conserving to insure it lasted for the long haul. Nadia rolled upon the ground in pain as Karen skillfully concentrated her entire efforts into disabling Nadia's right arm. I climbed up into the ring and helped Nadia onto her feet and led her to the corner. I asked if she were O.K. and she tried to respond but couldn't. I then started asking her questions about the initial blow and whether or not it got her in the throat and she nodded her head affirmatively. She acknowledged that the blow hurt and did some damage but she also indicated that she wanted the fight to continue. I opened a bottle of water and held it to her lips but most of the water came right back out of her mouth and ran down her chin and fell upon her chest. She apparently was unable to swallow and was breathing heavily in and out through her nose. I queried her again if she wanted me to stop the bout and she shook her head from side to side. I looked deeply into her eyes and could tell she was hurt, but I exited the ring just as the bell rang to begin round two.

The bell rang to begin round two and Nadia stood slightly hunched over as she was favoring her right shoulder. Karen burst from her corner and crossed the ring quickly and drove her right foot up into the chest of the champion, knocking her backward into the turnbuckle. Nadia thumped against the padded turnbuckle and reached up with her left hand grabbing hold of the top rope. Karen swung her right leg around with a sweeping motion and drove the tip of her boot against the outer portion of Nadia's left knee. A sharp pain pierced through Nadia causing her drop down to the seat of her sweet white panty. Karen reached down grabbing hold of Nadia's white boot and lifted the left leg upward, forcing Nadia over onto her back. Karen wrapped the leg around her own and began torturing Nadia's knee with a well-executed leg lock. Nadia reached up for her knee with the left hand while slapping the palm of her right against the mat. Karen really curled the joint of the knee around her own while twisting unmercifully upon the ankle of the champ, causing an inordinate amount of excruciating pain. Nadia used her left hand on the surface of the mat, trying to adjust her position, but Karen moved along with her to keep her in this painful hold. Karen twisted and wrenched upon the ankle for nearly a half-minute before turning loose and allowing the leg to fall heavily onto the canvas. Nadia pulled her leg up trying to grab hold of the ankle, but Karen bent over quickly and grabbed the ankle and lifted the leg back into the air. Holding the leg aloft and twisting the ankle just so, she forced Nadia to roll over slightly, resting upon her right side. Karen held the ankle in place and used her left foot to stomp down, striking the sole of the boot solidly against the inner portion of the right knee. Nadia reached for the leg with her left hand but it was not going to stop the momentum of the foot crashing into her. Cruelly and skillfully, Karen attacked the inner section of the right knee, each time crushing it hard with the heel of the boot, driving the leg down into the surface of the mat. Karen stomped and stomped, driving her boot repeatedly against the knee, finally turning loose of the left ankle and allowing Nadia to writhe upon the mat in pain. Karen was all business and not about to gloat or give Nadia a chance to rest and she hurriedly dropped to the mat and slid beneath the ropes and moved down onto the floor outside the ring. Karen reached up into the ring and grabbed Nadia by the left ankle and pulled her further into the corner. Karen had Nadia's leg beneath the ropes and swung her leg outward, driving the outer section of the kneecap area hard into the corner post. Nadia struggled to reach down for her left leg, but her position beneath the ropes hindered her attempt and Karen was free to repeatedly slam the knee against the steel pole. Over and over, Karen clanged Nadia's knee into the post and Nadia's eyes were filled with tears as Karen successfully went about crippling her opponent. Karen instructed me to enter the ring and pull Nadia away from the corner, but just slightly. As I did, Karen worked Nadia's leg onto the other side of the post so she had a leg on either side. I assumed that she set her up for a crotch slam, but I was wrong as she pulled her forward and began racking the inside portion of the left knee against the hard, cold steel. Nadia sat up and reached across the lower rope trying to insert her hand between the knee and the post, but as she did, Karen quickly changed up and wracked the inside of the right knee solidly against the hard steel. Nadia was unable to challenge this one, as her right shoulder was already damaged and too painful to extend her arm toward the knee. Karen wanted no resistance and instructed me to lay Nadia onto her back and stand upon her hair. Reluctantly but obediently, I forced Nadia backward and knelt upon her long golden hair. She reached up with the left hand pushing and clawing at my left knee, but the clawing motion soon ended as she felt the painful sting of her right knee being driven against the unforgiving metal surface. Karen banged Nadia's knee hard into the post for just over a minute before finally turning loose of the leg and reentering the ring. Karen climbed through the ropes and shoved me aside and then grabbed a handful of Nadia's hair and jerked up viciously. Karen placed her hands under Nadia's arms and lifted the champ to her feet. She removed her arms and Nadia crumpled limply back down onto the mat. Karen hollered out for me to help her get Nadia onto her feet and drape her across the ropes. We placed Nadia's arms up and over the top rope with the rope resting heavily upon the bends of the elbows. Nadia's legs were unable to support her and she ended up sitting and sagging upon the center rope. Not at all standing but not quite upon the mat, Karen again went to work on the right knee as she lifted her right leg and stomped hard upon the outer portion of the knee. The warning bell sounded alerting the fighters that only fifteen seconds remained and Karen instructed that I lift her and hold her erect. Lifting her beneath the pits of her arms, I straightened Nadia up as Karen took up a position just to Nadia's right. Placing her right hand upon Nadia's breast and her left upon the top rope, Karen thrust her knee upward, driving her kneecap up into the ligament area of the outer right knee. Nadia's body felt heavier as she tensed up before becoming limp and trying to sag downward onto the mat. Knowing that time was slipping away, Karen quickly pounded her knee forward, driving it ferociously against Nadia's knee, inflicting some serious damage upon the champ. Karen managed to nail her five times, each powerful shot painfully stealing away Nadia's mobility just prior to the bell ringing, signaling the end of the second round.

Karen quickly stepped away and returned to her corner. Her confidence and arrogance began to show as she grabbed a full bottle of water and drank from it heavily, and then poured the rest onto her face and chest. Meanwhile, I lifted Nadia off the ropes and practically carried her the short distance to the corner. I leaned her into the corner and I climbed through the ropes to tend to the seriously challenged champion. I felt badly for her because I knew that she was fighting at a huge disadvantage at this point. Karen was fighting the textbook fight, literally, as she attacked as I had suggested to her. The unfortunate blow to Nadia's throat was making it simple. I repositioned her in the corner using the top ropes to help support her. I lowered a towel into the iced water and used it to cool her neck and face. I lifted the water bottle to her mouth and fortunately, she was able to swallow some down, although most came pouring from her mouth again. I asked her to try and speak but she was still unable to utter an audible sound. I asked her again if she wanted to concede, that no one would feel badly since she was possibly seriously hurt. She shook her head from side to side letting me know that I was not going to end this thing yet. I asked her to let go of the ropes to see if she could stand and she could, but it was evident that she was in no condition to maneuver around at all. I poured a little more water into her mouth and exited the ring as the bell rang to start the third round.

Nadia hung upon the ropes in the corner as Karen sprinted across the ring at the sound of the bell. Karen swung her left leg around and drove the laced portion of her boot hard into the side of the right knee. Nadia started to slump downward and Karen stepped forward and drove her knee up into the tanned belly of the champion, doubling her over and falling to the mat. Karen reached down grabbing a fistful of blonde hair and pulled Nadia up onto her feet. Holding tightly to the hair with the left hand, Karen positioned her right hand between Nadia's thighs and hoisted her into the air. She turned slightly to her left and slammed Nadia down hard, bouncing her off the canvas. Nadia's body hit and bounced high before settling and sliding slightly upon the surface. Karen didn't give her time for anything to register as she grabbed hold of the hair and pulled her back up. She again positioned her hand upon white area covering the crotch and lifted Nadia into the air and unceremoniously slammed her hard to the mat. Nadia smacked hard and arched her back upward as she felt the painful sting in her backside. Karen lifted her and slammed her again, driving Nadia's body down to the mat where it bounced and reacted like she were a rag doll. Karen viciously yanked her upward by the hair and used it to lead and direct her through the ropes, sending her head first out onto the floor. Nadia hit the padded flooring outside the ring and rolled over onto her side, obviously in agony. Karen slid out beneath the bottom rope and joined the champ down on the floor. Karen again jerked her up violently by the hair and lifted her onto her feet. Securing Nadia by the left wrist and arm, Karen swung her around and propelled her backward, slamming her hard against the iron railing, right down in front of a part of the stunned crowd. Nadia hit the iron railing and her head flung backward like she'd been rear ended in an auto accident. Nadia crashed down to the floor with both eyes clenched tightly shut and pain etched upon her face. Karen dragged her away from the rail by the hair and then brought her back onto her feet. She again swung the champ around, sending her crashing backward into the hard railing. Nadia's head flew back and her body was jolted violently forward as she crumpled down onto the floor. Nadia's body lay in a heap on the floor, practically motionless as Karen stood above her ready to continue the assault. Karen reached down entangling her hand within Nadia's long, golden hair and violently jerked her head upward, then pulled her onto her knees. I climbed down from the rings apron upon instruction and helped Karen dangle Nadia's body upon the railing, hanging her arms across the top. Nadia hung heavily upon the cold iron and Karen positioned herself just off to Nadia's right and raised her leg, driving the right knee forward and sinking it into the relaxed muscles of Nadia's lower belly. Nadia's hair flew upward in reaction to the shot and she gagged and coughed the air out from her lungs. Karen stepped back then thrust her leg forward again, driving the kneecap of the right leg into the loosened flesh beneath Nadia's navel. More air was expelled from the champ as the knee plunged deep into her soft flesh. As Nadia's belly heaved in and out, Karen delivered another hard shot drilling her just above the waistband of the panty. Nadia's head fell down limply upon her chest while the pits of her arms fully supported her along the rail. Karen grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her from the rail and dragged her over to the ring. She asked for my help and we lifted Nadia up and placed her body on the rings apron. Karen reentered the ring and dragged Nadia beneath the ropes by the hair and lifted her back onto her feet while hanging her arms across the top rope for support. I pinned Nadia's arms behind her while Karen pulled upon the white cups of the bra allowing Nadia's natural breasts to tumble out. Karen reached forward clasping both hands onto Nadia's hard, pink, dime sized nipples and began crushing them flat between her thumbs and forefingers. The pain was a rude awakening for the champ as she raised her head upward and leaned it backward across the top rope. Karen pinched and twisted unmercifully upon the light pink colored tips, pulling and testing the elasticity of the meat upon the champ's chest. Nadia placed some pressure upon her left foot as she tried to push backward, attempting to move herself away from the painful torture. Karen used the nipples and pulled, forcing Nadia's body to move forward as her tits were stretched until they couldn't be stretched any further. Karen turned and twisted upon the sensitive beef tips and they were rapidly becoming darker in color from the mistreatment they were receiving. The warning sound blasted alerting everybody of the final fifteen seconds and Karen was painfully taking advantage of every second. I could feel a tightness in my own chest as I gawked intently upon the sensitive nipple that I loved to work over with my tongue, watching it get crushed painfully flat between Karen's fingers. She pinched and jerked outward, stretching the meat as far as it would go, then she'd give her hand a twist, turning the reddening tip a hundred and eighty degrees. Nadia was clearly in excruciating pain as the bell rang ending the third round. Karen tugged outward one final time before releasing her viselike hold and allowing Nadia's aching tits to fall free.

Karen again returned to her corner to drink down water heavily as she was putting out a lot of body fluids from the non-stop effort in the ninety degree plus heat. I turned loose Nadia's arms and she slumped downward, taking a seat upon the center rope, sagging towards the mat. I climbed through the ropes and helped her off the ropes and leaned her against the corner, placing her arms across the top ropes. I gathered a towel and doused it with iced water and placed it on her face and forehead. I toweled upon her face but examined her nipples and they were no longer fresh and pink looking. They were quite hard and strawberry red from the painful abuse. The areolas of the breasts were reddened too from the painful stretching of the tit meat. I pleaded with her to throw in the towel right now, that she was hurt and was only going to get hurt worse if she continued. She pulled her head away from me and shook her head no, glaring at me with anger for even suggesting it. I felt badly for her because I knew what was in store for her. Karen was fighting the fight as it was drawn up for her. First, she was to try and disable or immobilize the champ and she had been quite successful, although aided by the blow to the throat. The game plan called for her if she were able to pull off any of those two-targeted goals, to thoroughly attack the breasts and pull the hair. I shared something with her that Nadia had shared with me. I always thought that the attacks upon her crotch were the most painful thing that I had witnessed, but she informed me the two things she couldn't stand was her breasts being attacked and her hair being pulled, the hair upon her head. I found this to be quite a surprise but she went on to tell me that when Amanda really worked over her breasts, it felt like hundreds of lit matches had been placed against her skin. Karen began her breast assault late in the third round and I was certain that it would continue. Nadia wasn't in any shape to put up much of a fight although she did slowly start to regain some limited form of motion with her right arm. She sipped in some water, this time actually being able to drink it all down. That I thought was a good sign and I could start to hear light sounds coming from her mouth as she tried to clear her throat. As I placed her breasts back inside the lacy confines of the sexy white bra, I asked her if she were sure she wanted to continue and she nodded affirmatively. I couldn't remove my eyes from her chest as I was taken with how her hardened nipples protruded outward into the soft material of the bra. I exited the ring and the bell rang to begin round four.

The bell rang to begin round four and Nadia lifted herself up off the ropes and tried to hobble out from the corner. Karen glided swiftly across from her corner delivering a spinning kick that landed upon Nadia's chest knocking her backward against the turnbuckle. Nadia smacked against the padded corner and reached out grabbing hold of the top ropes with her hands to help hold her erect. Karen stepped forward driving her right fist with an uppercut motion sinking in deep into the lower belly at the waistline of the panty. Nadia held tightly to the ropes as she sagged down onto the center turnbuckle. Karen raised her knee driving it into the pit of Nadia's gut as she and the ropes of the ring shook wildly upon impact. Karen delivered another shot with the knee sending the champ sliding down onto the seat of her panty in the corner. Karen grabbed hold of Nadia's sweat dampened hair and raised her upward onto her feet and shoved her back against the ropes. As instructed, I pulled Nadia's arms across the ropes and pinned them tightly behind her back. Karen reached forward grabbing hold of the sexy white fabric and lifted the cups upward, allowing the breasts to tumble out from beneath. Karen rested the bra atop the breasts upon Nadia's chest and immediately grabbed hold of the stiff reddened points. Karen used her forefingers beneath the tips to hold them steady and used her thumbnails to push inward, forcing the nipples deep into the sunken flesh, digging and clawing at the beef tip. Nadia raised her right leg upward and started to slowly stomp the sole of the white covered boot against the blue canvas. Karen had a seriously intent look upon her face as she dug ferociously at the enlarged nipple. Nadia leaned her head backward, agonizing over the painful damage being inflicted upon her sensitive nipples. Karen was out to take care of the last item on her agenda as she was going to concentrate solely upon Nadia's tits until she gained a submission. Karen worked the tip like I'd never seen it worked, constant motion as she plunged and dug at the sunken tip. Karen had a fiercely savage look in her eye as she worked the nails furiously, finally showing some reward for her hard work as I noticed a bit of blood that had formed upon her right thumb. Karen removed her hands allowing for both breasts to spring back to natural form then quickly pinched them back upon the large, sore nipples. Karen used her forefingers again for leverage and sank her thumbnails into the upper portion of the extended nipple, driving the nail deep into the dark tip at the base. She didn't press forward this time as she wanted to view her handiwork while cutting and tearing at the tender tips. Karen worked her fingers meticulously, cutting at the base of each nipple causing both to start oozing out a stream of the blood, rolling down upon her tit meat. Nadia stomped her foot hard to the mat, repeatedly as she felt the painful burn being lit into her chest. Karen pulled, stretching the tit meat outward, continuing to dig her thumbs into the lightly streaming tip. Karen removed her left hand from Nadia's chest and concentrated both hands upon the left tit. Karen took the tit with both hands and used both thumbnails, plunging them and digging at the dark area of the areola. Karen's thumbs disappeared into the soft flesh, forcing the nipple area to sink into the white and tanned flesh, carving and slicing at her foe. I held Nadia tightly as she really struggled to free her arms and cover her beautiful breasts, but I wouldn't allow her fight free and forced her to suffer through this painful treatment. Karen removed her hands and I noticed that her fingers were covered with a bit more blood. I didn't have the best view from behind, but I could see over the shoulder and noticed that the blood was flowing a little more freely from the tip of the left tit. Karen immediately turned her attention to the right tit and plunged both thumbnails deep into the areola of the right tit, driving the nipple deep into the sunken flesh and worked her pink painted nails at a furious pace. Nadia raised her right leg slightly, lifting up onto her toe and moved her leg from side to side, absorbing the punishment from her cruel opponent. Karen worked and dug her nails into the tip of the right tit for nearly forty five seconds before she removed them from the now bloodied area. Karen reached forward grabbing Nadia by the hair and jerked her forward off the ropes. She spun her around and pushed her forward, hollering for me to grab her arms and prop them over the top rope. The pits of Nadia's arms were rested upon the ropes and she slumped down, coming to rest upon her right knee. Karen knelt down behind her and reached around grabbing for the bloodied breasts. Karen maneuvered her forefingers onto the areolas, just to the outside of both large nipples and sank her nails deep into the darkened flesh. She worked the tips of her fingers deep while introducing her middle fingers into the fray, working each breast with two fingers, ferociously digging into her chest. With her on her knee facing outward, I had a great view as I took a knee to catch the action near eye level. Blood had leaked from the tip and ran down across the sweet tit flesh of the woman I loved. A couple streams of thick crimson ran from each breast and leaked down upon her upper mid-section, slowly working it's way down toward her belly. Nadia leaned forward heavily against the ropes, trying to move herself away from her attacker who assaulted her from the rear. She wasn't headed anywhere and Karen continued to tear into the darker section of the meat. The warning horn sounded giving everyone notice that fifteen seconds remained in the round and Karen seemed to intensify her attack. Thickened blood covered Karen's fingers as she dug furiously at the tip of Nadia's beef. Nadia flung her head backward looking towards the heavens as she tried to survive this vicious and bloody attack. More and more blood covered the flesh of Nadia's tits as she ached silently from the painful torture. The fifteen seconds seemed like a lifetime as I examined the pained expression upon the beautiful Ukrainian's face. Finally the bell rang and I grabbed hold of Karen's claws and removed them from the bloodied tits. Karen looked as if she wanted to attack again, but backed off and stood up. She couldn't quite resist herself though as she stood up, she lifted her right knee upward, driving it hard into the back of the sorely ravaged champ.

Four rounds were in the book and the Queen was getting royally beaten. Karen moved back to her corner while I went to work upon the champ. I grabbed two towels, dipping the wet one back into the ice chest while keeping the second one dry. I used the dry one first to soak up the blood that covered the front of the champ. I then used the iced, wet one and placed it directly upon her cut and bleeding nipple area. The freezing, damp towel caused my girl's upper body to tense up as it came into contact with the fire burning on the tips of her chest. I worked the towel gently, squeezing and working the nipples, trying to cleanse and clot the wounds. I moved the red stained towel away and saw the damage left upon the breasts. Karen sliced the tip of each nipple although they appeared to be small and the cold of the towel temporarily stemmed the blood flow. There were cuts upon both areolas and they seemed to be more severe, each a bit wider and immediately filled back up with blood. I went back to pinching at the tips of Nadia's tits and became slightly amused as I noticed how the cold towel caused goose bumps to form all across the flesh of Nadia's breasts. I asked Nadia once more if she'd like to concede the battle and she struggled to utter out the words of "no way." It was in a soft whisper but she was making progress and she could now be heard. I quickly tended to her breasts and tucked them back inside the bra although I was not able to stop the cuts on the areolas from filling back up with blood. I helped her onto her feet and turned her around, leaning her against the ropes near the corner. I asked her to please quit if it continued in this fashion but she ignored me and lifted up off the ropes while standing on her damaged legs. The bell rang and round five was ready to begin.

The bell rang to begin round five and Karen confidently made her way across the ring. Nadia positioned herself to try to defend, but Karen thrust her foot forward, driving the sole of her white boot into the mid-section of the Queen, knocking her through the ropes and down onto the floor outside the ring. Nadia tumbled backward out of the ring and landed upon her backside as she hit the padded carpeting down below. Karen exited the ring and positioned herself above Nadia and leapt from the rings edge, down toward her prone opponent. Nadia thrust her right leg upward, driving the heel of her boot between the legs of the descending woman, hitting her solidly upon the pink V of the material between her thighs. Karen gasped out loudly as she felt the sharp, piercing pain shoot through her lower abdomen. She reached her hands down between her legs and tumbled over onto her side, landing next to the champ. Sensing opportunity, Nadia pulled herself over to Karen and grabbed hold of the Karen's bleached mane and jerked her head up into her legs. Using the aching left leg, Nadia curled the leg up and under Karen' chin, locking it under and securing it tightly with the right leg. I know it was painful for the champ, but she pulled upon her left ankle applying some serious pressure to the neck and chin of the overconfident challenger. The crowd suddenly got loud in the section right above the action as they saw Nadia successfully apply an outstanding figure four headlock upon her opponent. Karen began tapping her feet in rapid-fire fashion against the carpeted floor while reaching up with both hands, trying to unlock the power of Nadia's legs from her head. I jumped down from the rings edge to watch the action and could see the extreme pain wracked upon Nadia's face as she tearfully worked the hold. Karen's pinkish painted face was changing to red as the stress and strain of the Nadia's calf was taking it's toll upon her. Karen's breathing had changed as I watched her belly rise and fall quickly during the action. She started to dig her nails into the flesh of Nadia's calf and I immediately applied pressure to her wrists and removed them. I shouted to her that it was below the knee. Karen was struggling mightily as her nose and forehead were a deep crimson color and both were covered with beaded sweat. Nadia held her there for a minute and half, occasionally but painfully giving a little extra effort when tugging upon her left ankle. Things had changed suddenly and Karen was now in dire straits as it was possible that Nadia could force her to submit. Karen reached across her face with the right hand and worked her hand onto Nadia's left thigh. Desperately she dug and clawed at the soft upper flesh of the inner thigh. Nadia grimaced as she felt the four talons claw at her tanned skin. Karen rose up onto the toes of her feet, lifting her body into the air, trying to get more leverage into her clawing motion. Slowly but surely she started to experience a little success as she started to leave raised welts upon the soft skin. Nadia loosened the hold slightly, which allowed Karen to work her fingers harder and deeper. Nadia finally was forced to open her legs and roll away from the damaging nails of the bleach haired warrior. Nadia rubbed at her thigh while Karen rolled onto her side, sucking in deeply while taking much needed air into her lungs. Not wanting to let the opportunity slide away, Nadia struggled up onto her feet and it was evident that the figure four sapped a lot of her strength as she stood upon wobbled legs. She bent over grabbing a fistful of the bleached mane and pulled her up onto her knees. She dragged Karen over to the steps and secured a tight hold upon the back of her scalp. Using the hold on her hair, she drove Karen down forward, slamming and bouncing her face against the unfinished wood of the second step that leads up to the ring. The steps weren't pretty as I made them myself to save money, but they were solid and Karen's face made a thudding sound as it met the second step. Nadia raised her back up by the hair and slammed her again, and kept doing so repeatedly until she thumped her eight or nine times against the hard surface. Nadia turned loose of the hair and Karen fell over onto her side while covering her face. Nadia was still in pain but thinking all the while as she reached back down to grab for the downed fighter. Karen raised her hands from her face and saw blood on her hands. As Nadia reached down to grab for her, Karen reached up grabbing Nadia's hair as it hung down and pulled forward. As she pulled, she raised her right foot placing it directly into the pit of Nadia's belly and thrust her foot upward, sending the champ flying up and over and crashing to the floor, landing hard upon her back. Nadia hit the floor and bounced from the move catching her off guard. Karen raised her hands to her nose and wiped away the blood that ran from her right nostril. She seemed to have recovered quite quickly while her adrenalin must have been raging inside her once she saw some of her own blood. She quickly got onto her feet and grabbed Nadia by the hair. Lifting her onto her feet, she pulled downward upon the hair while tumbling over backward. As she hit the floor she placed her feet up into the champs mid-section and rocketed her forward, driving her back first and upside down against the iron railing. Nadia hit the rail hard with the lower areas of her legs bending across the rail, temporarily suspending her there before she tumbled down onto the floor. The horn sounded warning the end of the round was near and Karen quickly grabbed hold of the blonde champ and sat her up onto the seat of her panty. Using the back of the hair as a grip, she drove Nadia forward, ramming her forehead against the iron railing. Acting quickly, she rammed Nadia forward one more time just before the bell rang signaling the end of the fifth round. Not quite ready to quit, Karen rammed her again against the rail and I quickly stepped in and grabbed her, lifting her into the air and pulled her away from the Queen, who tumbled over sideways onto the floor.

I carried Karen over near the ring and set her down onto the floor. She wanted to get back at Nadia but I convinced her that she needed to return to her corner and tend to her bloodied nose. She reached up and came back with her fingers full of blood and retreated around the ring. I returned to Nadia who was fumbling around on the floor a bit groggy. Her eyes appeared to be glassed over and she sported a bit of a bump upon her forehead. I helped her up to her feet and immediately focused upon her bra as blood had soaked through and soiled a large portion of the sexy white lace. I led her over to her corner and gave her some water from the bottle. She tried to talk and was speaking in low raspy voice but I told her that if she wasn't telling me that she was prepared to quit then she should just be quiet. I lowered the cups of her bra to examine the nipples and the wounds on the areolas were still filling with and oozing blood. I placed a towel upon the nipples to try and clot the cuts and told her she needed to draw Karen towards her, make her wrestle and fight in close as it would probably be her only chance. I helped Nadia hobble up the steps and climb through the ropes into the ring. I glanced across at Karen as she tended to her nose while glaring across, all pissed off about what she had allowed happen to her in that round. She seemed to have stemmed the flow of blood and was anxious to get back into the action. I instructed Nadia to be careful, as Karen was overly ready and capable of making a mistake. She nodded to let me know that she understood and the bell rang to begin round six.

Nadia hobbled out from the corner to start the round but Karen charged across with smoke coming from her ears. Karen met Nadia three quarters across and sent her right foot upward, crushing the front laces of the boot deep between Nadia's legs, solidly thumping it against the front of the white panty. Nadia's jaw dropped and hung with her mouth wide open as she grabbed the front of her crotch with both hands and fell to the mat upon her knees. Karen grabbed Nadia by the hair dragged her across the mat over near the ropes. She pulled her onto her feet and pushed her forward driving her against the ropes. Nadia went face first against the ropes and I was instructed to grab her arms and pull them across the top rope. Karen stood upon the lower rope while grabbing the center and lifted upward, pulling it over Nadia's arms and head, entangling her within them as she faced the outside of the ring. Nadia was immediately in a predicament again as Karen had her where she wanted her. Positioned behind her, Karen fired her right fist forward, driving the knuckles hard into the lower right section of the back, nailing Nadia in the kidney. Nadia formed an O shape with her mouth as she wobbled upon rubbery legs, trying to maintain her balance. Karen shot another hard right that brought Nadia to her knees, as she knelt there with pain etched upon her face and saliva dripping from her opened mouth. One more shot to the kidney and Karen quickly moved back to the area she intended to damage the most. Karen reached around to the front of the champ and placed her fingers on the tops of the lacy cups and pulled downward, baring her breasts and leaving the bunched material beneath the hanging tits. Karen reached up with both hands and plunged her eight nails deep into the firm, soft inner flesh of each breast and dragged her fingers outward, plowing a trail across the flesh and ripping at the nipples along the way. Karen's pink painted nails carved a path through the white and tanned areas of flesh, leaving furrowed blood marks upon the skin. Once her fingers ripped across, she removed and reattached them to do it all over again. Repeatedly, she dragged her sharp nails, digging them deep into the flesh, leaving them covered with large, raised welt marks. Nadia was beside herself as she felt the painful burn branded upon her breast meat. Karen seemed to leave no part of the breasts untouched as she dug deep into the meat, seemingly pressing all the way down to the breastbone. Blood was seeping from many of the deep scratch marks and ran down upon her ravaged flesh. Nadia tried to crawl forward, trying to walk upon her knees, but the entrapment within the ropes was not going to allow her to escape. Karen readjusted her grip and again went to targeting the wounds upon the areolas. Karen used her forefingers digging into the inner section just inside the nipples and pressed them deeply into the tit meat and ripped them outward, cutting at the areola and then tearing them across the swollen nipples. Nadia draped her head forward in painful agony and I noticed the first large droplets of blood falling from her breasts down onto the blue canvas. Karen placed her chin upon Nadia's right shoulder and forced it downward, digging it against her shoulder blade and began talking very lowly into the ear of the Queen. As she talked, she plunged her fingers deep into the bloodied area around the nipple and again tore at the soft, sensitive skin of the areolas. Blood flowed down the breast meat and ran down across her belly, with a few streams of it beginning to soak the waistband of the sexy bikini panty. What wasn't running down the front of her body was dotting the canvas as it fell at much quicker pace. Using her fingers and thumbs, Karen clamped hold of the thick, swollen nipples and stretched the meat of the tit outward, yanking and bending the nipples downward. Creases formed as the meat of the tit was stretched to the tearing point and anguish filled the face of the beautiful Ukrainian while tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her bloodied chest. I struggled to think the last time I remembered Nadia this savagely ripped up and knew that it had to be the sharpened nail match with Amanda. As that thought hit me, I looked over towards her to see what she thought about the events as they unfolded and I could see the sadness in her eyes as she witnessed the brutal beating. Over and over, Karen kneaded and bent the engorged nipples across her fingers, yanking on them and stretching the flesh as far as humanly possible. Karen's fingers were filled with Nadia's blood from the constant pulling and tugging at the huge tips. The horn sounded warning of the end of the round and Karen plunged two fingers from each hand back into the blood filled areolas and dug into the wounded flesh with a vengeance while Nadia struggled to absorb the clawing punishment for just a bit longer. Karen's fingers were pressed deep into the sunken flesh, tearing and widening the already opened wounds that were already bleeding heavily. The bell sounded to end the sixth round but Karen was not about to turn loose of the battered champ. She clamped her grasp back onto the thick, hard nipples and worked her nails deep into the tops near the base. Crocodile tears covered Nadia's face as I tried to work upon Karen's wrists and remove her from the tips of Nadia's breasts. Try as I may, it was a monumental struggle as Karen had her thumbnails dug deep and she had this crazed, out of this world look in her eye as she savagely worked Nadia's nipples. We were a full thirty seconds beyond the bell and she was still plunged deep into the thick, dark tip. I climbed through the ropes and got behind Karen and worked my hands around the front of her and secured a firm hold of her thousands of dollar implants. I pinched at her skin through the lacy pink material, pinching and twisting on her large, hard melons. They were a lot harder than Nadia's natural beasts and the pinching attack wasn't working. I started to press inward on them, pushing and driving the tips of my fingers into her implants, forcing them in toward her rib cage and this had an immediate effect as she screamed out painfully and fell towards her right to escape. I dove upon her as she hit the floor and I remained on top until she settled down and started to resemble the Karen I was accustomed to. Once I was satisfied that she was under control, I rolled off and allowed her to return to her corner to ready herself for the next round.

I immediately moved towards the ropes to tend to Nadia who suffered through another miserable round. I thoroughly soaked one towel and grabbed a dry one to tend to her badly bloodied breasts. Using the dry one I held it firmly to her breasts and I new it was painful by her reaction. I soaked the blood up and then covered her with the iced, damp towel. This generated quite a bit more pain as the cold came into the contact with the fire that raged upon her flesh. She tried pulling back but the ropes held her in place allowing me to clean and wipe away the remaining blood. Quite a bit of damage had been done and it was certain she'd now have a few more scarred areas that wouldn't tan as she'd like. She was beaten and her short reign was coming to an end and it was evident as you stared deep into her glazed over green eyes. I wanted to stop the bout earlier before it reached this point, but as I worked upon her ravaged breasts, I couldn't bring myself to stop it now. There was something exciting and stimulating about watching her being totally dominated and destroyed by another woman. I dropped the dry, blood soaked towel onto the mat down where small puddles of blood had formed. I held the damp towel to her chest with my left hand and used the right to free her from the entanglement of the ropes. Once freed, she jerked the towel from her chest and turned to her left and bent over onto all fours, with her hands planted flat upon the rings surface. Her tits dangled down below her and it didn't take long for small drops to start hitting the canvas down below her. I tried to reach up under her to work upon her breasts but she used her elbow and knocked me away. I then alerted her that the round would soon be starting and she needed to place her breasts back inside her bra. She placed her right hand upon the center rope and rose upward onto her knees and used her left hand to place the red soaked lace back onto each breast. I climbed outside the ring and watched as she remained upon her knees as the bell rang to start the seventh round.

The bell rang to start round seven and Karen hurried across the ring and delivered the toe of her pink boot into the lower area of Nadia's belly, striking below the reddened area of her waistline. Nadia lurched over forward and was back down on all fours as she coughed and hacked while spitting saliva onto the mat. Karen stepped back and positioned herself to the side and launched her boot upward, driving the laces up into the left breast crushing it hard against the breastbone. Nadia flopped over onto her right side and then continued rolling onto the back, just beneath the bottom rope. She clutched at her tit while Karen continued to use the boot and began driving the toe of her right foot against Nadia's side, kicking her in the ribs up near the right breast. Two painful kicks drove her over onto her side and she rolled until she fell from the mat down onto the floor outside the ring. Nadia hit the floor and Karen quickly joined her as she slid out beneath the ropes. Karen delivered three hard kicks, each connecting and landing solidly against the tanned flesh of Nadia's mid-section. Nadia lay in a crumpled heap with Karen towering over her like a hungry animal. Karen grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked Nadia up to her feet. Gripping the wrist and forearm, Karen swung Nadia around and sent her crashing against the iron railing in front of the crowd. Nadia's backside was rammed hard into the immovable railing and collapsed limply down onto the floor. Nadia was crumpled up and leaning on her right side as Karen reached down grabbing a handful of her hair and yanked her back onto her feet. Karen led her over to another section of the arena and repeated the maneuver as she slammed her back first into the rail in front of a different section of the crowd. Nadia started to tumble and fall prior to contact so this time her entire back slammed full against the hard rail. Nadia smacked hard and fell onto her right side, lying limply upon the carpeted surface, unable to move. Karen moved her around the arena making a full circle as she treated each section of the audience to a powerful slam into the iron rail. Karen pulled the champ onto her feet by the hair and led her upon wobbled legs over to steps leading to the ring. Holding tightly to the back of her hair, Karen directed her down hard, ramming her head against the top step causing her to drop down onto her left knee in a severely dazed state. Karen dropped onto her knees just to Nadia's left and lifted her into a semi kneeling position and secured her tightly by the back of her tangled, golden mane. Using the hair like a grip, she raised and slammed the champ repeatedly, driving her beautiful face down into the unfinished wood of the second step. Five forceful blows and then Karen jerked her head upward and held it there, carefully examining the fruits of her efforts. Nadia came up bloodied as a stream of blood rolled down across her right cheek from a cut near the brow of her eye. Nadia was out of it and I was unsure she was capable of comprehending what Karen was barking at her. Karen was pumped and yelling at Nadia about how it felt to have her head rammed against the hard wood. Still holding her head firmly, Karen lowered her left hand and slid it down the front of the panty and grabbed hold of Nadia's hairy bush. Karen jerked backward on the hair forcing Nadia to look skyward, but she was not getting the response she had hoped for as she pulled and twisted upon her fur patch. Karen quickly removed her hand and reached back for the breasts and pulled downward on the dark, soiled bra allowing Nadia's ravaged tits to tumble free. I knew I should be stopping the match but I couldn't for I had to see what else might occur. Karen positioned herself behind the Ukrainian Princess, placing her into a tightly held full nelson, with a secure two fisted hold upon the back of her hair. Nadia's arms were pinned up near her head and her bloody breasts were jutting outward. Karen maneuvered Nadia forward driving the naked breasts against the side of the third step, working her body from side to side, roughly rubbing and dragging the bloody flesh across the rough edge of the wood. Life was still in her as she let loose a low howling sound from the sharp and painful punishment being inflicted upon her tits. The wooden step was pressed deep into the soft flesh, roughly rubbing across the tender meat, painting the unfinished wood red from the blood oozing from her breasts. Karen angled her a bit further to the left and directed the tip of Nadia's left tit toward the sharp corner of the third step. The edge jabbed deep into the flesh and Karen shoved her forward, driving the pointed edge down hard against the breastbone. Nadia wailed out louder than she was probably capable of as the pointed edge ripped into the most hidden areas of her damaged beef. Karen held her there forcefully, driving her forward into the edge of the step, working the upper body with a side to side motion, trying to tear out her sole. This was the most vicious thing I had ever witnessed happening to a breast and I I had seen quite a bit, but I still couldn't find it within myself to end it. I was absorbed by the inhumane torture and the sheer violence that was being done to the tit. Nadia was crying in pure agony, Karen was vicious and relentless, and I was awestruck as I stared blindly upon this vicious act. Blood was beginning to puddle upon the area of the step and Nadia was bawling uncontrollably, tears mixing with the blood that flowed downward from above her eye. Karen pulled her back away from the sharp edge, and for a brief moment Nadia's bloodied breast regained it's natural form, but it was short lived as she forced her forward again, driving the corner of the step hard and deep into the flesh, driving it back down to the breastbone. The horn sounded giving the warning that the end of the round was nearing and it seemed to be like an alarm clock going off in the morning and waking me from a very deep sleep. In this case it seemed to wake me from the trance I fell into while watching this cruel abuse. I felt like I was looking at her with new eyes and immediately jumped in and pulled Karen back and fell over to the floor with both women in tow. Karen released the hair and reached around grabbing hold of the very bloody tit meat and tried to dish out more damage to the severely battered breasts. I grabbed hold of the hair on the left side of Karen's head and positioned my right hand on the lower section of her right tit and started to push inward, driving and shoving her implant hard into her rib. Karen moaned painfully and I jabbed my fingers with greater force into her solid feeling tit meat. The bell rang that would have normally ended the round but we continued down on the floor. The pain became unbearable and she quickly turned loose of Nadia and began working at freeing her pained breast from my hand. I rolled over onto my back and continued onto my side, carting Karen along on top. I released the large tit and held her there, holding and talking gently into her ear to calm her down. Finally subdued, I slowly released her and instructed her to go to her corner and clean up and that I'd meet her in the ring shortly. She stood up and looked down at Nadia as she lie bleeding heavily from her breasts, then turned and walked away without further incident. I crawled over to Nadia and rolled her onto her back.

I crawled over to Nadia and rolled her onto her back. I then quickly moved to her corner and returned with several towels and the ice chest. I applied a towel onto the cut over the eye and held it there tightly while bending over and talking softly into her ear. I held the towel there for several seconds before removing it to check the damage. I needed to saturate a towel in the ice chest and use it to cleanse the area before I would be able to tell for sure. I wiped the blood from the area and got a good look at the cut and fortunately, it didn't appear to be serious, nothing that a couple of butterfly bandages wouldn't take care of. I placed the dry towel back onto her eye and asked her to hold it there firmly. She continued to cry but obeyed, holding it tightly while I started to tend to her savagely shreaded breasts. I laid a fresh towel upon them soaking the thickened blood from her delicate breasts. I quickly applied the wet towel, wiping and holding firmly upon the tips of her tits, gently squeezing and kneading her enlarged, swollen nipples. As I held them, I could feel the their hard thickness from the terrible abuse Karen put them through. Nadia flinched her upper body each time I gently applied some pressure. I removed the wet towel and applied the dry, again concentrating upon the tender points of her breasts. While I worked on Nadia, Karen cleaned herself up and climbed back into the ring. She walked over to the ropes above us and looked down asking if she were O.K. I told her she would be fine and motioned towards her to back away. I finally managed to control the bleeding and lifted the towel to examine her breasts. The white and tanned flesh was covered with large, raised welt marks, several with blood red streaks upon them. Her once dime sized nipples looked to be about the size of a 20 oz bottle cap and each had a slit upon the tip and along the top at the base of the areolas. The areolas appeared to get the worst of things and were the main source for the heavy flow of blood that fell from her breasts. Each had multiple wounds with a couple of them spread wide from where Karen's nails ripped and tore at them. It was going to take some time for these puppies to heal and it was also going to be quite a while before Nadia was going to be modeling any of her sexy lingerie upon her sore, aching breasts. I tended to her for nearly twenty minutes before I was able to get her onto her feet and escort her towards the dressing room. The crowd rose to their feet and cheered as she hobbled quietly with her head hung down, never looking upward as if she were embarrassed to face them. I led her down the dark tunnel and comfortably placed her in her dressing room before returning back to the arena.

I entered back into the brightly lit arena and climbed into the ring where Karen was back in her robe and strutting around the ring in all her hard earned glory. I held the microphone to my mouth and announced "management has stopped the bout at the two minute and fifty five second mark of the seventh round." "The winner of the fight and it's newest champion, the newly crowned Queen of the Ring, KARRRREENNNNNNN." The crowd leapt collectively to their feet and gave a rousing ovation to the woman that literally tore apart the Ukrainian goddess. Karen made her way around the squared circle, stopping at each corner while standing upon the center ropes at the turnbuckle and pumping her right fist toward the crowd. I exited the ring to allow the Queen to enjoy the moment and to bask in the glory that was hers. I moved over to Amanda as she sat upon her chair, looking quite angry and thoroughly disgusted. She was extremely pissed and angered mainly because it wasn't her in the ring fighting and winning the crown, but as much as she hated Nadia and fought her with such passion, she hated Karen even more for the way she felt she was treated when she worked under her for that short period of time. I assured her that she'd get her shot at the title, that she needed to concern herself with healing and getting herself ready for her return. I knew I couldn't lose on this one as she had a natural rivalry with both. Karen exited the ring and headed down the tunnel with a spring in her step as she disappeared into the darkness. I knew that she'd be overjoyed when I dispensed of the winners portion to her in a few minutes. I mingled briefly with the crowd, getting their thoughts and basking in the afterglow of what was a huge success. The crowd finally started to disperse and only a handful of people remained. I waved and started to head toward the tunnel that would lead me to Karen. As I walked, I thought of the downfalls of the evening and the things that needed to be corrected. My steps to the ring were one major problem as was the solid iron railing, although I didn't know what to do with that one, as it was a permanent fixture, securely fastened to the concrete flooring beneath the carpet. The wooden steps I could have a professional come in and round off the sharp or pointed edges to make them a bit less dangerous, or I could look around and check what different options were available to me. I always saw how the metal ones were used on the T.V. wrestling shows and thought that it would be a nice addition. I didn't quite think that it would do the damage that it had. Another major problem was going to cost a few bucks but knew that it was a necessity. I knew that I needed to invest in some form of video technology, something that would film the event live and broadcast it onto a screen so those that couldn't see the action as it occurred down on the floor across the way wouldn't miss any of the excitement. So much for the perfect event, but I was a stickler for detail and determined to work hard at making it right. As I continued to dwell upon the items that needed addressing, I slipped into the darkness to meet with the combatants that brought so much excitement to the ring for everyone tonight.

To Be Continued…