Erica vs. Amanda

Elimination Match

A little over two months had passed since Amanda suffered her broken ankle and even though I didn’t think she would be ready to come back in my estimation, she was chomping at the bit and calling me five times daily.  I hadn’t seen her in over a month and couldn’t be positive but was certain that more time would be required for her to heal properly and be in fighting shape.  Her relentless pursuit finally persuaded me to cave and I told her I would try to work her onto the upcoming card.  She pleaded to give her a title shot but Karen had just fought in a non-title bout and was not scheduled to fight this month, plus I informed her of other issues that had arisen that were certain to be problematic.  Nadia felt that she should get first crack because she was the former champ and was due a rematch.  Erica fought again and demolished her opponent so she felt that she was ready for a title shot.  Amanda’s argument was that she had been originally scheduled to fight Nadia for the title when she became injured and that she should get that opportunity now.  I told her that I’d try to work something out and get back with her.  I also had of other things going on that I needed to tend to before the next fight night arrived.

I had to address the steps issue as they had come into play again during the most recent card and were proving to be quite dangerous.  A thick padding and vinyl covering was being added to reduce the chance of serious injury.  I also had all the exposed steel areas treated and coated with a synthetic rubber substance.  The corner posts and the iron railing outside the ring were both treated to help absorb the force of impact.  They were still solid surfaces, just no longer the cold hard metal surface.  Plus I had to meet someone from the audiovisual company to hang and install the four 60 inch flat panel screens that I purchased to broadcast the event via closed circuit.  Each was to be hung at an angle pointed downward making audience viewing an easy task.  I also had to pick up the newest additions that were being added to the fighters’ attire.  More and more I was receiving complaints from the newer personnel and I did listen and make every effort to address their complaints.  A majority of the girls felt that additional safety precautions were necessary and though I objected and made known that I felt it would take away from the fights considerably, I was agreeable and went along with the popular vote.  All fighters would now be required to wear kneepads, elbow pads, and hosiery.  I was all for the wearing a form of hose because I think it looks sexy, but I was extremely disappointed about the wearing of pads.  A vote was also taken and the girls decided that they would still be required to wear a bikini type panty, but they could now choose one of four options for their upper wear.  They could still wear the recommended and preferred bra, but they could also wear either a sports bra, a bikini swimsuit bra, or a tight fitting cut off T-shirt.  This was not great news and I was concerned how the public would react.  I knew they enjoyed the fights, but part of the appeal of the whole thing is the sexy lingerie they fought in.  I told them that I’d supply the tight fitting T’s and the hosiery, they’d be responsible for everything else.  I did tell them that all pads purchased must be white in color. 

It was a busy week but everything turned out fine.  A little test with the camera turned out fine and I knew that the crowd would certainly be appreciative of the new toy.  Next up was the delicate task of dealing with the three fighters, and this I knew would not be easy.  I could have been a male pig and tested the fortitude of each to see what they were willing to do to get the bout, but I resisted my urges and decided to be diplomatic and fair.  Erica was certainly doing the job that merited a shot, but Amanda had been the number one contender prior to her injury.  Nadia was the ex-champ and entitled to a rematch, especially considering that she lost the title mainly due to an illegal shot to the throat.  The politically correct thing to do was to have an elimination tournament.  Put the three of them in a hat and throw in a fourth name and force them to fight a quarter-final round, with the winners moving on to the semis, and the winner of that match fighting in the final against Karen.  Not all were happy with the decision but realized that it was the fairest thing to do.  Their objections were legit in the fact that they would have to fight two tough opponents before getting a shot at Karen.  The fourth name in the hat was to be Renee’, someone who has come on of late and has displayed some of the qualities needed to fight at the higher level.  She was a good-sized girl at 5’9 inches tall and weighing approximately 145 pounds so she was sure to give any of the girls a solid test.  Fight night was two weeks away and it was time to draw the names for the dual main event for the next card.  The names were drawn and the matches were set as Nadia was to take on Renee’, while Amanda had the unenviable task of going against Erica.  I notified each of the results by phone and wished them the best of luck.  Now that the card was filled, I needed to spend every night for the next two weeks testing and training someone on the camera equipment, making sure the equipment worked flawlessly and educating someone in how to follow the action both inside and outside the ring without getting in the viewers or fighters way.  I think I finally covered everything and would truly have the perfect fighting venue.  We were about to find out very shortly.

The added routine of nightly training made the time pass quickly and fight night seemed to jump on me out of nowhere.  The training also paid off handsomely as Joseph, my cameraman had performed flawlessly during the first three matches, which was not an easy task during the Nadia/Renee’ tilt.  It was a good fight and Nadia was back to her bad to the bone self and forced a tearful submission from her bloodied opponent in the eighth round.  We were now ready for the last bout of the evening and we were ready to bring out the fighters.  I climbed through the ropes and took center ring to announce the fighters for the co-main event.  Introducing first entering the arena from the north entrance, standing in at 5”11 inches tall and weighing in at 155 pounds, wearing a black silken robe, she enters tonight’s bout with a record of nine wins, one loss and a draw, she is ERRRREEEEEEKAAAAAAA.  The crowd erupted into a loud roar as the statuesque blonde climbed through the ropes, entering the ring.  Erica was a twenty-year-old beauty who bleached her thin, shoulder length hair white, as it hung loosely down upon the tops of her covered shoulders.  Erica raised her hands high above her head as she circled the ring, the bottom of her long black robe touching the blue surface of the canvas.  Erica opened her robe and removed it from her shoulders to unveil her selected fighting attire for her epic battle.  Erica folded and placed her robe outside the ring and as she bent forward, I couldn’t help but focus upon her well-proportioned ass.  Erica wore a black bikini panty with a sheer black tight beneath, allowing the creamy flesh of her legs to show through.  She wore black wrestling boots with white laces and white kneepads upon her knees.  She reached up and began tying her whitish hair up in back and I focused upon her beautiful face.  She was painted up masterfully, with a beautiful blend of light blue eye shadow and dark eyeliner outlining her sparkling eyes.  A hint of blush brushed perfectly upon her cheeks and a wet, glossy pink lipstick expertly covering her full, luscious lips.  She chose to wear one of the T-shirts I provided, and she filled it quite nicely.  The T was a sleeveless number allowing a bit of the breast flesh to be visible on the sides.  It fit nicely as it pressed tightly against her breasts, allowing her shapely top to be fully on display.  The shirt as all the shirts were, was cut just beneath the breast area allowing for full exposure of the fighters mid-section, but also allowed for easy access to the fighters to get up underneath it.  Like the cameraman, I too was focused upon her nipples jutting outward into the soft cotton.  Moving my eyes downward from her breasts, I noticed her creamy white mid-section looking all too good.  Erica’s pre-fight measurements were 36C-25-37.  I moved over towards her and checked her long nails making sure they passed inspection.  They were long, painted glossy pink to match her lipstick and primed to do damage.  I moved back to center ring and announced her challenger for tonight’s fight.  Introducing next, a one time former Queen of the Ring, she enters tonight’s contest with a record of eight wins and three losses, standing in at 5”4 inches tall and weighing in for tonight’s fight at 138 lbs, she is making her return to the ring after an eleven week absence from the ring, she is AAAAMANNNNNDAAAAAA.  The crowd went nuts as the sandy blonde fighter approached the ring area and climbed the steps to the rings surface.  I don’t think the crowd paid much attention to the fact that her announced weight was like 12 to 15 pounds heavier than her usual fighting weight.  Amanda entered through the ropes wearing a floor length powder blue silken robe, with her long, thick curly locks hanging down below her shoulders.  Amanda was all business as she moved to her corner and removed her robe and tossed it down outside the ring.  As Amanda turned, I immediately noticed the areas of her added weight.  Her beautiful face was just a bit rounder, her breasts seemed to be much larger than usual and her mid-section seemed to hang a bit over the waistband of her bikini bottom.  Amanda wore a powder blue bikini bottom with a suntanned tight beneath.  She wore white kneepads and boots that rode about three inches above her ankles.  She too opted for the cut off T and it clung tightly to her larger than normal breasts.  Her nipples were visible but not as pronounced as her taller opponent.  Amanda was painted up whorishly, lots of blue eye shadow with speckles of glitter upon the eyelids and cheeks.  Dark eyeliner shaped the eyes giving her the hard look edge, and she wore a high gloss lipstick with a bluish tint to match her fighting attire.  Amanda is a twenty-three year old beauty whose pre-fight measurements were 35D+-25-36.  From the waist down it looked like the old Amanda, above the waist it was a different story.  I moved over to her corner to examine her long, blue painted nails and mentioned to her about whether or not she felt ready for this kind of test.  She responded in kind with a mean spirited “Fuck You” and pushed me back away from her.  I backpedaled away from her back to the center of the ring and motioned for both fighters to come. 

Both young ladies joined me at the center of the ring to go over the specifics of tonight’s contest.  This was to be a ten round fight fought within and outside the confines of the 16x16 ring.  Each round will last three minutes in duration with a one-minute rest period in between.  This is a rules catfight that will be scored by three members of the audience using the twenty-five points per round scoring system.  The winner of the match will be either by a verbal submission or by the point’s leader at the conclusion of the tenth round.  The usual rules will apply, faces, necks, hands, arms below the elbow and legs below the knee are off limits, all other body parts are fair game and subject to attack.  Tactics such as punching, pinching, slapping, kicking, kneeing, and scratching are permitted, biting is not.  I would function as the girls second for double-teaming purposes and would be using the relaxed version of the control rule.  If one fighter seemed to have an advantage was within my reach, I could reach in and assist without request.  I asked the girls if they had any last minute questions and told them to return to their corners to await the bell.  I followed Erica to her corner and climbed through the ropes telling her to concentrate on Amanda’s belly.  Erica looked at me a bit confused and I reiterated to attack the belly.  Amanda had been a shitty little bitch for the past few weeks and her “Fuck You” response leaned me towards wanting to see her get her ass kicked.  I took up my position in a neutral corner and waited for the bell.  While standing there waiting, my mind wandered to the events preceding this last fight.  All fighters other than Nadia chose to wear the shirts and they really seemed to work out well.  At first I thought that it would take away from the sexiness of the exposed breast meat, but it actually turned out quite nicely as the shirts easily raised upward exposing the fighters tits, as well not supporting the breasts as firmly as the bra did, so their flesh bounced and jiggled freely beneath the cottoned fabric.  The kneepads and elbow pads did have the desired effect upon easing the impact of the blows delivered to portions of the girls sensitive region.  The blows were still forceful and damaging to the fighters, just not with the bone jarring force as before.  Lastly, the tight fitting hosiery worn beneath the panty also made the task of going down inside the panty quite a bit tougher.  It created an environment that really forced one to have to work their hand exceedingly hard beneath the nylon surface, not allowing much space for the hand to wreak havoc.  My mind was delivered back to the task at hand as the bell rang to begin round one.

The bell rang to begin round one and both fighters moved towards the rings center and immediately engaged one another.  One thing about these two fighters, neither of the two was shy nor afraid of what they were going to experience inside the ring.  Both fighters locked up in the center of the ring and went for each other’s hair, trying to undo the tightly wound knots at the back of their skulls.  Good maneuvers as each was well schooled in the use of head hair during a match.  Erica was first to add an extra element to her work as she raised her right knee upward driving her padded knee against the left side of Amanda’s mid-section.  Amanda ungghhed as the knee struck her, but it was clearly evident that the blow did not have the same effect as an uncovered knee.  Nonetheless, Erica continued to raise the knee and slam it against Amanda’s belly.  Both fighters were center ring; moving slowly in a circle, counter clockwise while attempting to gain some form of upper hand.  While Erica was effectively hammering Amanda with her knee, Amanda was successfully freeing Erica’s hair, causing her white mane to fall freely down her neck.  Amanda used the hair to secure a firm grasp with her left hand and jerked backward; forcing Erica’s head back, causing her to look upward into the bright lighting surrounding the ring.  Erica still had her hands working upon the back of Amanda’s head but ceased with the knee lifts into the gut.  Amanda moved her right hand between the two of them and attached her hand onto the cottoned material of the shirt, grabbing and squeezing on the mound of flesh hidden beneath.  Erica moaned loudly as she felt Amanda’s fingers dig into the material, tightly pressing into the soft meat and twisting her hand, causing a painful effect upon her left breast.  Erica raised her left leg and wrapped it around, placing it behind the shorter girl, holding it tightly against the back of Amanda’s legs.  Erica leaned her one hundred fifty plus pound body forward, driving Amanda backward, forcing her off balance and causing the two fighters to tumble over onto the mat.  Both fighters hit the mat, Erica on top and each started rolling and working their legs, trying to wrap them around one another.  As each jockeyed for position, Amanda again worked her hand onto the thin material covering Erica’s fleshy mounds and started to work upon the left one.  Both fighters were grunting and groaning as their legs became entwined, trying to struggle for position.  Occasionally, I’d hear a large squeal come from Erica’s sexy lips, as Amanda would have some success at hurting the larger girl’s chest.  They continued to struggle down on the mat, quickly working their way into a sweat in the ninety-seven degree ring conditions.  Amanda slowly but surely gained the upper hand as she managed to work her legs around the blonde beauty and work her up into her thighs.  Quickly locking her legs together, Amanda squeezed placing immense pressure upon Erica’s creamy mid-section.  Erica quickly moved her hands down onto Amanda’s legs to try to relieve the pressure, but Amanda was locked on tightly.  Positioning her hands upon the mat, Amanda lifted upward and repositioned herself, placing herself to Erica’s left, allowing for her to really work the scissors upon the belly.  Locked on tightly from the side, Amanda reached forward with the right hand and secured a fistful of Erica’s white locks and pulled, jerking her head backward, again causing her to look upward.  Erica groaned loudly as Amanda tightened her legs, crushing them together trying to steal the air from the big girls lungs.  She pulled forcefully on the back of the big girls scalp, pulling her backward till the back of her hand was rested against the mat.  Beads of sweat streamed down Erica’s cheeks and pain was etched upon her face.  Amanda maneuvered her body forward, moving her torso closer to the pained girl and slid her hand beneath the soft white material of the T and latched her claws onto the bare flesh of Erica’s left tit.  Erica squealed loudly as she felt Amanda’s long nails dig into her flesh and get raked forcefully across her skin.  Erica moved her hands quickly down toward the burning pain being raked upon her soft, firm flesh while bending her right leg at the knee and stomping the sole of her black boot against the surface of the mat.  I could feel a tingle beneath my loose fitting shorts as I watched the thigh flesh shake sexily within the confines of the sheer hosiery with each foot stomping motion.  Amanda’s face was reddened from the energy she put forth in her effort and beads of sweat formed and dripped from her cheek and chin.  Amanda’s hand was working furiously beneath the surface, clawing and ripping at the flesh of her opponent, while maintaining a tight grip upon the hair and putting everything she had into crushing Erica’s waist.  Erica was struggling to free her breast from the long claws of the former champ and hold onto as much of her air as possible to survive the painful assault.  Time was winding down and less than half a minute remained and the sounds of both fighters filled my ears as they struggled mightily down on the mat.  I focused upon Erica’s thigh and was taken by how the tights really made their legs look so much better as it eliminated all of the minor imperfections.  I was brought back out of my trance by Erica’s loud scream as Amanda dug her nails deep into her tender flesh.  Another tightening of the legs caused Erica to moan deeply just as the bell rang to signal the end of the first round.  Amanda gave one more hard yank upon the hair and raked her hand forcefully across the soft flesh of the left tit, then opened her legs and rolled away from her pained opponent. 

Amanda picked herself up from the mat and headed to her corner where she immediately went to work with the water and towels.  The fighters had twenty bottles of water available to them as they complained the water rationing was inhumane for these heated conditions.  Being the softy that I am, I gave in.  Erica struggled down on the canvas, gasping in deeply to fill her lungs with fresh air and regain her composure.  I walked along the apron of the ring to her corner and hollered to her that time was wasting away.  She crawled over to her corner on her hands and knees and I hit her with a shot of cold water from a spray bottle, soaking her reddened, sweaty face.  She quickly grabbed a bottle of water and began drinking it down hungrily, with much of it streaming from the corners of her mouth and running down her chin and neck.  I asked her how she felt and she responded immediately that her tit felt like it was on fire.  I took the spray bottle and started to saturate the T causing it to really cling to the mound of flesh beneath.  A few tiny dots of red started to show through on the white, soaked cotton that appeared as if it were painted upon her tit.  Amanda drank down fluids like there was no tomorrow and worked the towel down upon her sweat soaked body.  The heat in the ring area was bad enough, but the nylons added to the fighter’s misery and really caused the girls to heat up.  Time was quickly winding down and I again instructed Erica to go to work on Amanda’s mid-section.  Erica rose up off her knees and tossed the towel aside as the bell rang to begin round two. 

The bell rang to start the second round and both fighters headed towards the center of the ring.  The small section of Amanda’s hair that had come undone had been fixed and left Erica with nothing of note to grab hold of.  Erica’s hair went untouched and her thin, fine hair hung loosely, slightly sweat-dampened, down upon the tops of her shoulders.  Amanda reached out grabbing Erica’s hair with the left hand and attached her right onto the soaked section of the shirt, grabbing hold of the burning flesh beneath.  Erica squinted her eyes tightly shut as she felt the sharp pain return to her breast, but she balled her right hand into a fist and pounded it forward, driving it hard into Amanda’s lower belly.  Amanda ooofffed as she felt the hard fist drive deep into her flesh below her naval, but she ignored the blow and worked the tips of her fingers deep into the wet cotton, pressing inward into the flesh.  As painful as it had to be, Erica continued to draw her right arm back and land blow after blow into Amanda’s belly.  Slowly beginning to feel the effects of the body blows, Amanda moved her right hand beneath the soaked material and again went to work upon the raw flesh of the left tit.  Erica felt the nails dig into her flesh and discontinued her belly punching and started to back away from the painful clawing.  Amanda easily moved with her and I quickly moved around the ring and took up a position in the area where the fighters were moving.  Closer and closer until she was within my grasp, then I reached out grabbing Erica by the back of the hair and yanked her backward against the ropes.  Erica was taken by surprise as I grabbed her and fell clumsily downward.  She dropped down onto the second rope and started to tumble outside the ring.  I reached down grabbing her beneath her arms and held her, suspending her on the center rope.  Regaining her senses quickly, she fired out her right fist driving it deep into the belly flesh of the former champ.  Amanda ooofffed from the blow but quickly clamped hold of both tits, the fingers of both hands working up under the shirt and digging into the bottom side of the raw flesh, the thumbs on the outside of the shirt, pressing deeply into the top side of the tender breasts.  Erica squealed as she felt the talons dig into the lower skin of the breasts, but continued to drive her fist forward, landing blow after blow into the bare flesh of the belly, and occasionally striking a little lower, landing just beneath the waistband of the blue panty.  Sweat quickly formed upon the face of the former champ and beads of sweat dripped repeatedly from her chin.  I eased back slightly letting the battle continue on it’s own, formulating in my mind when I might want to intervene again.  Amanda turned loose of the tits and grabbed hold of the bottom of the shirt and lifted upward, allowing the nakedness of Erica’s tits to tumble out from beneath.  Amanda, feeling the effects of the belly blows, but more of a strategic maneuver, dropped down onto her knees out of stomach punching zone and placed herself in front of Erica’s exposed globes.  Amanda reached forward with nails extended and sank them deeply into the bare flesh of Erica’s tits.  Erica leaned backward in an attempt to escape the painful breast digging and fell over backward onto the rings apron outside the ring.  Amanda followed her through the ropes and soon after, both fighters fell from the canvas down onto the floor outside the ring.  The first three matches were practice for the audience as they learned how to use the large monitors hanging from above.  Now it was like instinct as those that could longer see the fighters immediately glanced upward.  Joseph was quick and he too was developing a knack for what to do and how to do it.  Both fighters were down on the floor, Amanda on top and both working at damaging each other’s tits.  Amanda was burying her nails deep into the flesh of Erica’s breasts while Erica put her large hands to use and started to squeeze through the cottoned material, placing some painful pressure on Amanda’s bountiful meat.  While they worked upon each other’s chest, they thrashed their legs around, trying to win a positioning battle down on the floor.  After much struggling and kicking, they ended up with their legs entwined, each putting the squeeze on one another’s right leg and locking their legs together at the ankle.  Amanda still maintained the upper position although it really didn’t appear that it had any effect.  The most telling thing was that the nails of Amanda’s claws were digging and clawing away at raw meat, Erica’s were pressing down into the thin material covering Amanda’s.  Both young ladies were grunting and groaning fiercely as they tried to ravage one another’s mounds of flesh and squeezed their legs together and thrust their pelvises forward, trying to crush each other’s leg.  Erica was losing the chest clawing battle and knew it.  She turned loose of Amanda’s tits and moved her hands up to the back of Amanda’s head and went to work on the tight ball of hair on the back.  Amanda pushed up on her hands lifting her body up and away from Erica who lay beneath her, driving the palms of her hands against the soft flesh, flattening the tits against the breastbone while working the tips of her fingers into the soft flesh.  Erica groaned in agony from the breast torture but kept up with the tedious task of freeing Amanda’s long, curly mane.  Finally freeing the lush, thick locks, Erica buried her hands deep inside the thickness and pulled from side to side, jerking Amanda’s head violently around.  Amanda squealed as she felt the sharp piercing pain starting to burn upon the sides of her head.  Erica jerked hard enough with the left hand to roll her over and both fighters now lay on their side facing each other.  Amanda maintained her two handed assault upon Erica’s tender tits while Erica continued pulling upon the curly mane upon Amanda’s head with the left hand and slid her right beneath the shirt and savagely attacked the bare flesh of the left tit.  Amanda yelped as she felt her sensitive flesh violated by the long nails of Erica’s right hand.  Time was again running down and both women were frantically giving it their best at trying to disfigure each other’s magnificent chests.  Both fighters' moaned painfully from the tearing and ripping action being inflicted upon their soft, tender skin.  While Amanda was severely clawing up the milky white flesh of Erica, covering them with large, long welts and bloody furrows, Erica tore as Amanda’s soft skin, digging painfully deep into the flesh and taking special care to repeatedly rake one of her nails across the areola and nipple.  This seemed to be especially excruciating as Amanda increased the volume of her moaning.  Again the time seemed to slip away all too quickly as the bell rang signaling the end of the second round.  Neither woman wanted to turn loose and I quickly moved downward, wedging my way and forcing myself between the two, eventually separating them to end the round.

I led Amanda around the corner of the ring and escorted her to her corner.  I asked how she was holding up and again received the hateful “Fuck You.”  I threw my hands into the air and walked away shaking my head, as I just couldn’t figure her out.  I knew she could hold a grudge and was hot tempered, but she seemed to carry it way too far at times.  I walked back around the ring where Erica was treating her damaged tits.  She still had her top raised above her naked tits as she applied a slightly dampened towel to them.  I could see the painful sting reflected upon her face as she gingerly tended to them.  She pulled the towel away and the damage was quite visible upon her milky white flesh.  Amanda had left quite a few raised welt markings on the soft skin, several of which were oozing a small amount of blood.  I caught a hard look at her brown silver dollar sized areolas and hard thick nipple and had to comment about how beautiful they looked upon her breasts.  She forced a smile onto her face and mouthed to me that just maybe, if I was lucky.  I went about telling her to continue to go for the belly, if she kept it up it would eventually pay off.  She shot back with that if she continued to attack her belly that she wasn't going to have any tits left by the end of the bout.  I assured her that the belly was the best strategy that I could provide her.  She lowered the T back atop her breasts and the damp top clung to her breasts like I would if given the opportunity.  She made her way back up to the rings apron and moved back inside the ring.  She took one, long last drink of water and spit it out onto the mat.  She glanced across the ring at Amanda who was just finishing up her between rounds routine and the bell rang to begin the third round.

The bell rang to start round three and I reminded her about the belly as she moved forward, out from the corner.  Both Amanda and Erica’s hair hung loosely and would be a viable tool throughout the remainder of the bout.  Amanda reached for hair with the left hand, slid her right beneath the shirt, and attacked Erica’s sore, aching left tit.  Erica stayed with the script and pounded her fist repeatedly, hammering away at Amanda’s belly.  Erica groaned painfully as she felt the burning sting of Amanda’s nails dig back into her already tortured breast flesh.  Erica ignored the painful burn as best she could while making loud thwacking sounds as her fist connected into the soft belly flesh at the waistband.  It seemed to be slowly working, as Erica’s fist appeared to sink a bit deeper each round, the belly starting to soften.  The flesh of the belly also started to show signs of the beating and was now reddened considerably.  Amanda started to feel the burn in her belly as she oooompphed after each blow and her face took on a painful expression.  Amanda inched her way closer, trying to eliminate the space between the two and lessen the striking area into her belly.  She wrapped her left leg around Erica’s and intensified her attack upon Erica’s left tit.  Erica squealed painfully and attempted to back away, tripping over Amanda’s leg and sending both fighters down onto the mat.  Again both ladies hit the mat and the legs went to work trying to fight for position.  Amanda continued with her painful assault upon Erica’s tit and renewed the attack by raking her nails downward, digging them deeply into the tender skin and ripping across the brownish areola.  Erica moaned painfully as she felt the long nail rip at her sensitive tip.  Erica reached up with both hands, placed them both beneath the cottoned top, and returned the favor by raking her long nails across Amanda’s soft melons.  Amanda shrieked and grimaced as she felt Erica’s long talons blaze a bloodied trail into her flesh.  Ignoring the pain as best she could, Amanda concentrated on going hard at the stiff, large nipple that adorned the tip of Erica’s left tit.  Using the nail on her forefinger, she targeted the center of the large nipple and plunged the nail inward, forcing the nipple to be swallowed up within the scratched up, milky white flesh.  The nipple forced deep into the flesh, Amanda dug and raked her nail downward, cutting and tearing at the hardened tip of her chest.  Feeling the painful burn within her beef tip, Erica zeroed in on Amanda’s nipples, using her thumbs and forefingers and clamping on hard to the pinkish tips.  Amanda yelped loudly as felt the intense stinging sensation as the tips of her tits were being crushed flat within the painful clamp.  Back and forth it was going, first Amanda, then Erica, each taking turns at dishing out some serious pain, all the while still leg fighting, rubbing their nylon encased legs against each other, using them as best they could.  Amanda howled out painfully again as Erica savagely pinched her nails into the tips of her tits.  Amanda dropped her body down onto Erica, attempting to stem the tide of the match, as it appeared that Erica was getting the best of her.  Amanda kicked her legs and worked her right hand hard upon the damaged left tit, and worked her left between their two sweat-soaked bodies.  Amanda’s face was a deep crimson color as she struggled down on the mat, again beads of sweat falling from her rounded face.  Erica let out a painful howl and reached up grabbing two hands full of Amanda’s wild mane.  She jerked up hard, lifting Amanda’s head upward, but Amanda shifted her body slightly and Erica let loose with another painful howl.  Erica started to attempt at scooting her body along the canvas and it was soon apparent that Amanda managed to succeed at the difficult and had her left hand doing some gardening.  Her left hand was down inside the tights and grasped hold of her lush, blonde bush.  As Erica struggled to slide upon the mat, Amanda rotated her body and quickly took a seat upon Erica’s forehead while using her knees to help pin Erica’s arms.  Amanda situated her body atop and lowered her ass onto Erica’s face, removing her left hand from the tights.  Amanda quickly worked her right down beneath the tight fitting confines of the panty and again went to work on Erica’s plush pubic hairs.  Erica struggled beneath the ass of her opponent, lifting her legs into the air and stomping the soles of both feet against the canvas.  The sight of her opened legs and shaking of thigh meat was awesome.  Her left foot remained on the canvas and she started to repeatedly pound her right foot onto the mat, her thigh doing a continual dance.  She rose upward, lifting her lower torso into the air as she held herself aloft upon the tips of her toes, then abruptly dropped back down to the canvas with her legs and backside shaking sexily.  Kicking and thrashing, Erica slowly started to move beneath the former champ and was inching her way downward.  Positioning herself as best she could, she thrust her legs upward, catching Amanda around her head with her knees and pulled her forward, held tightly between her legs.  Amanda went lurching forward while landing upon her left side, her hand still within the tight and panty.  Erica locked her legs at the ankles, reached down behind her legs, and grabbed a handful of Amanda’s thick mane.  She shifted Amanda’s head, pulled her face up further into the crotch area, and squeezed her legs together tightly.  Amanda’s hand was still inside the tight but was in such an awkward position; she was unable to do any damage.  I was envious as I stared intently at Amanda’s head, trapped where every man in the arena was wishing they were at that exact moment.  Amanda slapped at Erica’s hip with her left hand, doing no damage at all.  Erica thought about pulling Amanda’s hand from inside her tights, but must have realized that it was really trapped there and posed no threat at this time.  Once again we were headed towards the final seconds of the round and Erica squeezed her legs together as hard as she could, trying to crush the skull of her opponent within her powerful thighs.  She squeezed and she yanked, pulling the long, curly mane, actually removing a small clump with the last jerking motion.  The crowd erupted when they saw some strands of hair in Erica’s right hand.  Amanda worked her legs, trying to crawl upon the mats surface as the bell rang to end the third round.  Erica tossed the hair aside and went back for another handful.  I was happy to see her getting the best of the little bitch so I took my time climbing through the ropes.  Erica entangled her hand within Amanda’s thick mane, pulled, and twisted again, jerking ever so hard and coming up with another clump of hair.  The crowd screamed out their approval and I finally stepped in to unlock the legs that held Amanda trapped between them.  Erica rolled away and got onto her knees.  She looked down upon the prone fighter and threw the clump of hair onto the tearful, air deprived ex-champ.  I placed my hands beneath Erica’s arms, lifted her onto her feet, and led her back to her corner.

Amanda rolled onto her back and tearfully reached for the fire blazing atop her scalp while breathing in deeply getting some much needed air down into her lungs.  The crowd was still cheering wildly as they thoroughly enjoyed Amanda losing some hair.  Her hair was so thick and long it was not going to be noticeable, but it was something that was going to leave a lasting impression upon her.  Erica stood in her corner using a dampened towel to tend to her severely marked up breasts.  Amanda using her fighting knowledge went to work early on the bigger girls globes, knowing the burning sensation it leaves upon the tender flesh.  Amanda made her way up off the canvas and lumbered over to her corner.  She bent over grabbing hold of the center ropes and really appeared to be laboring to breathe.  I had the feeling that eventually her poor physical condition was going to start to catch up with her; I just didn’t think I’d see the signs so early.  Like her, I sometimes carried a grudge and was still pissed at her treatment of me earlier.  I placed myself near Erica in her corner and told her to not let up and continue hammering away at Amanda’s belly.  Erica nodded and continued to tend to her clawed up breast flesh.  I backed away all the while thinking that Amanda wasn’t going to receive any breaks from me this evening.  The minute was winding down and Erica tossed the slightly bloodied towel outside the ring and placed her breasts back beneath the dampened T.  It looked like a wet T-shirt contest the way the cotton clung to her breasts.  Her nipples were god awful hard and jutted out like bullets and her white top showed a few more small areas of red.  The bell rang and round four was underway.

Round four began with both fighters again moving toward the rings center.  Amanda continued with her strategy and attacked where she knew it was doing the most damage.  She grabbed a handful of damp, whitish hair with the left hand, inserted her right beneath the wet cottoned material, and clamped her nails back into the ravaged flesh of Erica’s left tit.  Erica grunted as she felt the long nails penetrate down deep into her soft, burning flesh.  Erica had a different plan as she grabbed hold of Amanda’s hair with the left hand and moved her hand down between the legs of the smaller woman.  Ignoring the burning feeling in her tit, she showed her strength and hoisted Amanda upward, lifting her up off the mat and slammed her downward, crashing her back first against the canvas.  Amanda hit the mat and bounced and you could see her ample chest flesh wobble beneath her tight fitting T.  Moving quickly, Erica hoisted her onto her feet by the hair and lifted her again, raising her a little higher this time and slammed her back down to the canvas.  Amanda bounced again but this time sat up slightly while reaching for the small of her back.  Not giving her time to rest, Erica pulled her back up and lifted her again delivered another forceful body slam.  Amanda hit the mat and slowly tried to roll over onto her right side.  Erica quickly reached down grabbing a fistful of hair, pulled the groggy fighter to her feet, and lifted her again, this time holding her there momentarily before slamming her body down hard against the mat.  Amanda hit and bounced before settling against the mat.  She lay there with her arms outstretched from her side, her hair splayed wildly on the mat above her head, her left leg bent and laying on its side and the right bent with the sole of her boot planted on the mats surface.  Erica circled her once then knelt down just at Amanda’s left side.  Erica locked her fingers together and delivered an axe handle chop down across Amanda’s fleshy mid-section.  Amanda ooaafffed loudly as the forceful impact of the blow caused Amanda to lift her upper torso up off the mat.  Erica drove a double fisted shot against Amanda’s fleshy mounds forcing her back down to the mat.  Erica hammered her hands back downward, driving them into the loose fleshy area just above the waistband of the tights and panty.  Amanda ooofffed again as the air was expelled from her body from the powerful shot.  Erica stood and positioned herself down at Amanda’s feet.  Reaching down, she grabbed Amanda around the ankles, held her legs upward, and spread them slightly.  Spreading them wider with a quick thrust, she raised her foot upward and dropped the heel of her black boot down hard, hitting Amanda in her garden spot.  Amanda rose up quickly and then shot back down to the mat while slapping the palms of her hands against the blue surface of the canvas, groaning the whole time.  Erica lifted her foot again, driving it back down, slamming the heel forcefully onto the crotch of the ex champ.  Another stomp to the crotch and Erica dropped Amanda’s legs, allowing them to fall limply down to the mat.  Erica reached down grabbing a fistful of hair and pulled Amanda up onto her knees.  Amanda sensing that she was really headed for trouble desperately launched her fist forward, nailing Erica hard upon her pubic bone.  A painful gasp passed the big girls lips as she turned loose of Amanda’s hair and staggered backward a step or two.  Keenly aware of the urgency, Amanda mustered up all of her resources and drove the knuckles of her fist hard into the front of the black panty, striking the tall blonde on the pubic bone again causing her to drop downward onto her knees clutching her crotch.  Erica was moaning and in trouble but Amanda needed a few seconds to get some air and summon the energy to continue.  Taking about a fifteen second breather, Amanda got to her feet and positioned herself behind the moaning blonde.  Amanda grabbed a fistful of the bleached mane and positioned her right leg around the moaning woman’s head.  Locking it with her left leg, she fell backward tumbling both of them to the canvas.  Amanda reached and grabbed hold of the toe of her white boot and pulled, forcing a painful figure four headlock on the skull of the big blonde.  Erica immediately ceased with her gentle cupping of her crotch and moved them up to Amanda’s legs.  Amanda was grunting loudly as she put all of her energies into the hold, squeezing tightly around the face of the beautiful young fighter.  Erica tried to pry the legs apart, creating a slight opening but Amanda was not about to relinquish the hold.  Erica’s face turned a deep red from the extreme pressure of Amanda’s legs.  Erica started to hoist her legs high into the air and drop back down with her feet hitting the canvas.  Again and again, she hoisted herself upward to no avail.  The only thing she was accomplishing was slowly inching her way across the mat.  Erica was expending a lot of energy as she desperately sought to free herself from Amanda’s powerful hold.  Time was winding down quickly and so was Erica’s strength.  Erica slowed to a snails pace as she slowly lifted her right leg upward before driving the sole of her boot onto the canvas.  I enjoyed the view of Erica’s sexy leg shaking within the confines of the sheer black tight, but I was not thrilled with the fact that the little bitch had regained control.  Amanda tightened her hold on her boot, pulling and crushing her skull with maximum force, causing Erica to wail out painfully.  The bell rang to end the fourth round but Amanda was not going to free the big blonde.  I quickly entered the ring and squeezed hard upon Amanda’s hand, forcing her to turn loose of her boot, which reduced some of the pressure.  I grabbed a fistful of her thick, sweat-soaked mane and pulled, causing her to yelp and turn loose her leg lock upon Erica’s head.  She began cursing at me once again as I pulled her back over to her corner while I hollered at her that the round was over.

Amanda was being argumentative as I forced her to remain in her corner.  I let her vent for few more seconds when a bell went off in her head to let it go and take in some much needed water.  I returned back to the rings center and assisted the larger beauty off the mat and back to her corner to freshen up.  I glanced back across the ring and could see Amanda’s belly move in and out rapidly, the pace of the bout starting to catch up with her.  I hit Erica with several shots of cold water from the spray bottle, all the while telling her to keep up with her assault on her belly.  She was overweight and out of shape and it would lead to her downfall.  I assumed she was listening as she didn’t speak, but seemed to be gasping for air just as much as Amanda.  They both gulped down water frantically as the heat was also doing a number on the both of them.  This was match featuring two lovely ladies that feared nothing.  No song and dance in the ring, they knew it was about the battle and knew they were going to experience some pain.  Erica tossed her bottle aside and bent over at the waist as the bell rang to begin the fifth round.

The bell rang to start round five and both warriors moved slowly toward the center of the ring.  Erica groaned out loudly as Amanda inserted both hands beneath the T and went to work on her tits.  Erica leaned forward resting her forehead on Amanda’s right shoulder and started sending hard right fists, crashing into the heaving, sweaty flesh of Amanda’s belly.  Loud smacking sounds were audible with each punch, causing Amanda to moan and ooaafff deeply.  Erica continued to shriek painfully as Amanda clawed deeply into her bloodied breast meat.  Amanda quickly started to feel the effects of the punches as she grimaced painfully after the last two blows.  She again moved in tighter to her opponent to eliminate the punching room around her heaving belly.  Erica reached up with the left hand securing a thick fistful of hair on the back of Amanda’s head and started slamming her fist hard against Amanda’s left side, just below the ribs.  Amanda immediately felt the effects of the blows and removed her hands from beneath the taller girls T.  She reached up burying both hands on the back of the big girls head and yanked hard, jerking her head back violently, temporarily suspending the blows pounding her left side.  Amanda jerked again and placed her left leg behind the larger woman, tripping her and sending them both tumbling back down to the canvas.  Both hit the mat with Amanda on top and they immediately started scrambling for position.  Amanda moved her pad covered right knee up against Erica’s crotch and moved her hands back beneath the spotted red stained T.  Erica moaned loudly as she felt the sharp piercing pain cutting back into her bloodied breasts.  Erica reached up grabbing two fists full of hair and started shaking her head violently from side to side.  Grunts, groans, and shrieks of both fighters filled the immediate area of the ring as both were feeling the effects of the intense action.  Erica jerked hard with the right hand causing Amanda to yelp loudly and pulled her off her knees and tumbling over onto her left side.  She lost her hold with the left hand but continued to rip at the severely welted orb with the right while trying to wrap her right leg over top of her groaning opponent.  Erica shifted slightly onto her right side and started throwing punches with her left, hitting Amanda several times around the navel.  Amanda grunted with each blow but was not about to quit shredding the milky flesh of the larger woman.  Erica hit Amanda with the eighth shot to the belly, and then held it there firmly, pressing it deeply into the softened flesh of the former champ.  The flesh was not as taut as in the beginning of the bout and her belly flesh nearly engulfed the blonde’s large fist.  Amanda moaned loudly as she felt the painful burn within her lungs.  Erica removed her fist and worked her hand meticulously, penetrating the tight waistband and went down to do some gardening herself.  Amanda shrieked painfully as Erica’s hand found the plush carpet of Amanda’s pubic mound.  Amanda started to jerk her bottom backward, but quickly held fast as she knew any sudden movements were sure to add to her misery.  While Erica was down weeding the garden, Amanda used her left hand to grab Erica by the side of her hair and pulled her right from beneath Erica’s shirt.  Amanda used the hair to pull backward upon Erica’s head and began slamming her right fist repeatedly against the front of the stained T, striking telling blows against the larger girls left breast.  Erica’s eyes were clenched tightly shut as she absorbed the painful blows, each punch rocking her generous breast meat, forcing it to shake vigorously beneath the tight fitting shirt.  Amanda didn’t dare move her lower body as Erica was doing a fine job on her own raking and scratching her long nails into the pubic patch and clawing as the skin beneath.  The breast shots were beginning to be too much and a tearful Erica groaned achingly from the blows, eventually removing her hand and trying to roll away from her vicious assailant.  Amanda held firm to the hair and Erica couldn’t fully escape.  Amanda rose up onto her knees and lifted Erica’s head off the mat.  Using the hair, she pulled forcing Erica to slide about a foot backward, purely by the hair.  Erica screamed as the pain riveted across the back of her skull and she reached both hands for the back of her head.  Amanda placed her in a seated position and removed her hand from the hair.  Reaching around with both hands, Amanda buried them into the wet fabric and began crushing at the tender, ravaged flesh beneath.  A tearful eyed Erica howled as she once again felt the sharp painful burn being inflicted upon her beautiful chest.  She reached up grabbing hold of both of Amanda’s wrists and worked feverishly at trying to pull the long talons from her chest.  Erica successfully removed the right, but as she did, Amanda moved her left up beneath the shirt and started ripping at the raw, welted flesh of the right tit.  Erica was beside herself in pain as she shrieked and threw herself to the left causing both to fall back down to the mat.  Erica lay on her left side with her opponent behind her, still actively working her fingers, tearing them into the skin.  Erica used her right hand to attempt to stop the clawing while attempting to throw herself forward onto her belly.  She rocked three or four times, but finally pulled herself over forcing her breasts down onto the canvas, hindering the clawing efforts of Amanda’s left hand.  Amanda tried to work her hand from beneath but the back of her hand pressed against the mats surface blocked her best efforts.  Amanda struggled and pulled her hand out from beneath the big blonde and seated herself upon Erica’s lower back.  She inched her way forward, up towards Erica’s shoulders and grabbed her left arm, lifting it up and pulling it back, hooking it across the leg, just behind the pad on her left knee.  Amanda repeated the maneuver with the right arm and then reached out grabbing hold the bleached mane on the back of the big girls head.  Pulling it backward, she quickly moved her left hand around placing it on the blondes chin, then locked on her right, placing her screaming opponent in a perfectly executed Camel Clutch.  Amanda leaned as far back as she could, placing extreme pressure on the neck and back of the tall beautiful fighter.  Amanda was putting everything she had in to this expertly applied hold, jerking her hands forcefully upon her chin causing Erica to groan in sheer agony.  Her arms dangled helplessly across Amanda’s thighs and her ravaged breasts shook beneath the tight, red stained shirt with each forceful jolt.  The crowd was breathtakingly silent as they watched in awe and took in the sounds of the fighters as they grunted and groaned in unison.  I glanced up at one of the monitors and I could see that Joseph was doing a magnificent job with the camera as he was zoomed right in on the action.  I focused back on the action inside the ring and noticed Amanda was biting down on her lower lip with her upper teeth as she put forth every ounce of energy into dishing out this extraordinary pain.  Erica moved her legs frantically, trying to swim or crawl her way out from this extreme torture.  Erica was in severe pain but was not about to give in and the frustration was being displayed upon Amanda’s face.  Amanda lowered her right hand from the chin and reached down grabbing the bottom of the shirt.  She grabbed along the bottom and lifted upward, allowing both of Erica’s tits to tumble out below.  I looked back up at the monitor just as Joseph zoomed in on Erica’s tits.  Erica’s milky flesh was a swollen, welt covered, bloody furrowed mess.  Amanda reached down sinking her nails into the fleshy area of the inner portion of the right tit.  The camera shot was magnificent as you could see just how deeply her fingers and nails penetrated into the soft flesh and watched the trail of damage being left as she raked her nails sideways across the skin.  I glanced outward at the crowd and saw that almost everyone was looking upward at the video monitors.  I knew at that exact moment that their installation was probably the single most important addition I could have made.  Erica was screaming out tearfully as she felt the fire burning upon her chest, as a few streams of blood began leaking down from the meat, running down across her upper belly.  Amanda was putting a severe hurt on the big blonde when suddenly the bell rang to signal the end of the fifth round.  I looked back up at the monitor and Amanda was not letting up as she reinserted her nails deep into the flesh again.  I knew I should have climbed through the ropes immediately, but I was taken by the up close and personal view of the carnage and had to stay put and watch Amanda savagely rake her nails across the flesh one final time.  As she finished ripping into the already bloodied markings covering the right tit, I quickly climbed through the ropes and went to work at trying to free the taller beauty.  I touched Amanda on the shoulder and without resistance; she dropped the blonde’s chin and turned loose of her right tit.  I unhooked her right arm, then her left, which allowed the tearful girl to lower her bloodied chest down onto the canvas.  Amanda rolled over to her right and lay upon her back; exhausted from the effort she put forth in this exciting fifth round.

Amanda lay on her back near the rings center, sucking in air quickly and deeply as her slightly chubby belly heaved up and down at a rapid pace.  She lay there with her face covered with running sweat with her hands extended outward to her side.  I leaned over to ask if she were O.K., but she just moved her head from side to side and kept inhaling deeply.  Erica lay on her belly with her left leg laying out straight and her right pulled up near the waist, with the leg bent at the knee.  Her arms were level with her shoulders and she held her hands on the back of her head as she tried to bury her face into the canvas.  I let both warriors lay there for several seconds as they tried to gather themselves together.  Amanda stirred first and finally climbed to her feet and moved wearily towards her corner, bending over at the waist and depositing a bottle of water onto the back of her wild, curly mane.  I focused back on Erica and reached beneath the pits of her arms and helped lift her up off the mat and onto her knees.  I glanced down at the mat directly in front of her and she left some fresh blood upon the blue surface.  I helped her to her feet and moved her into her corner and provided a dry, and dampened towel.  Amanda was across the way dumping another bottle of water onto her face and allowing the cold fluids to run down onto her heated body.  Erica tightened up quickly when the cold, wet towel came into contact with fire burning on her chest.  She tried to pull it away quickly but I held firmly, using it to try and cleanse the area prior to the next round.  I looked into her water filled eyes and could sense the pain she was feeling as I worked upon her battered breasts.  I asked if she were O.K. and wanted to continue and she gruffly stated that she were fine.  I tossed the damp towel aside and applied the dry one, telling her to use it on her face and chest.  I coached her a bit about getting her act together and going after the belly.  She laughed and said I’ll fight this match myself if you don’t mind.  I shut my mouth and exited the ring.  As I reached the outside, both young women were tossing their towels aside as the bell rang to start the sixth round. 

The bell rang to start the sixth round and both slightly wearied fighters lumbered towards the center of the ring.  Erica lowered the tight fitting top down across her chest as she made her way to center ring.  Amanda immediately reached up grabbing for the breasts while Erica leaned towards her left and thrust her right knee upward, actually landing her thigh solidly into the lower mid-section of shorter woman.  The surprising blow caused Amanda to double over, gasping and groping at her belly.  Erica, known for bending the rules somewhat, reached down and lowered the kneepad on her right knee, uncovering her kneecap.  Erica grabbed Amanda by the left arm and pulled it up, pinning it behind her back and holding it in place with the right hand, grabbed a fistful of the hair with the left and went to town driving her uncovered knee upward, driving it deep into Amanda’s soft belly.  Technically I knew I should have stepped in due to the infraction, but I did not consider this to be a major violation so I let the action continue.  Erica lifted her knee five or six times, each landing forcefully while ejecting what little air than remained in her lungs.  Erica released Amanda’s arm and grabbed two hands full of hair and flung her around, sending her falling and tumbling down onto the mat over near my location.  I hesitated to reach in and grab her but it turned out to be quite unnecessary.  Amanda was still down on the canvas when Erica made her way over and reached down grabbing a right hand full of hair and pulled her up onto her feet.  She spun her around and pushed her forward, driving her forward against the ropes and instructed me to grab her arms and prop them across the top.  Amanda appeared to be battle weary, just as I suspected she would be, and she hung with the pits of her arms leaning heavily across the top rope.  I fully expected Erica to seek revenge upon Amanda’s more than generous chest, but she surprised me and went on the attack with her fist, driving it hard into the lower right side, slamming it hard against the kidney.  Amanda moaned quite loudly as the fist rammed hard into her lower back and she dropped her head downward over the rope.  Erica hammered her with another, the force causing Amanda to fling her head back and then fall back down limply as her wild, sandy colored mane swayed from side to side as it hung dangling toward the apron of the ring.  Another kidney shot hurt badly as she groaned quite loudly and her entire body went limp while shaking upon the ropes.  I again glanced at the monitor to check the view and it was again magnificent, as Joseph was down beneath to her right, catching a brief, slightly obstructed view of the fist heading towards her back, but catching her facial expressions as the blow was struck and the effects it was having on her body as it shook heavily upon the ropes.  It looked as if she were trying to collapse downward but I held firmly onto her elbows helping her stay propped upon the ropes while Erica repeatedly hammered away, forcefully driving punch after punch into Amanda’s exposed kidney.  Erica slammed her tenth punch into the kidney area before backing away and taking a few seconds to grab a breath and examine the situation.  Only taking a few seconds, Erica moved forward grabbing Amanda by the back of her hair and pulled, lifting her head back across the ropes and held tightly while using her other hand to spin the dazed fighter around.  Erica pushed her backward against the ropes and placed her arms across the top rope and asked me to grab hold.  I held her arms tightly but I could feel the weight of her body wanting to slump downward.  I quickly wrapped my arm up under hers placing her into a full nelson, locking my hands together on the back of her neck.  As I did so, Erica reached down and placed her kneepad back over her knee and waited until I had Amanda readied to continue her assault.  Erica wasted no time and immediately began driving her right fist forward, driving long hard shots slamming into Amanda’s sweat-covered, hanging belly.  Loud smacking sounds filled the immediate area as her fist repeatedly smashed into the wet flesh hanging above the waistband of the tight and blue bikini bottom.  Amanda’s head drooped downward with her long sweat dampened mane shaking with each powerful blow.  Small gasping sounds followed each punch that sank deep into the deep red flesh below the navel.  Erica drove six or seven blows against the flesh, then lowered her aim and began raining blows into the front of the blue panty, striking just below the waistband.  Amanda slowly raised her right leg, trying to move it up toward her belly to cover up, but Erica landed another bladder crushing blow and Amanda’s foot fell helplessly back down to the mat.  Erica drove another hard fist into the softened flesh then instructed me to let her go allowing her crumple down onto the mat.  Amanda’s limp body fell onto the canvas in a heap and she rolled onto her right side, almost motionless.  Erica reached down grabbing hold of Amanda’s left wrist and hair and pulled her away from the ropes and laid her on her back.  Amanda appeared to be nearly unconscious as she lay there with her soft belly rising and falling at a rapid pace.  Erica stalked around her body once, then took up a position just to Amanda’s right and raised her foot, driving the sole of her boot down hard, crushing the large covered right breast down against her chest.  Amanda cried out, as her flesh was pressed hard against her breastbone showing that there was still life in the gallant warrior.  Erica stomped again and again, crushing the flesh beneath her foot painfully.  Erica’s foot was impacting with enough force to caused Amanda’s body to bounce and convulse upon the tightly stretched canvas.  Erica was prepared to attack again when the bell suddenly rang ending the sixth round.  Erica paused briefly, then lowered the boom one final time, holding the foot in place and grinding the tit down into her chest while turning the toe of her foot as if she were putting out a cigarette.  Amanda was in painful discomfort and I climbed through the ropes and wrapped my arms around the sweaty waist of the tall blonde and lifted her, turning her away from her prone opponent and carried her toward her corner. 

I placed Erica down in her corner and held her there for a few moments, holding her there until she settled herself down.  I could feel my right hand down at the waistband of her fighting attire, and I noticed my little finger beneath it and it caused a tingle down low within my shorts.  I held it there pressing it against her lower belly and whispered into her right ear what a great round she had just fought.  I turned her loose and went to the downed Amanda, scooped her off the mat beneath her arms and helped her to her corner to try and recover.  She was in quite a bit of pain and she breathing heavily in and out through her mouth and nose.  I grabbed a towel and doused it with water and began wiping it across her face and neck, holding it in place trying to cool her overheated body down somewhat.  I wiped it across her face then lifted her hair and placed it at the base of her neck.  She didn’t put up any resistance, which made things easy for me to try and help her.  I grabbed her spray bottle and sprayed it liberally across her face and neck while holding the cold wet towel against her neck.  She must have sucked some into her mouth while breathing in and out because she suddenly started coughing as if some went down the wrong pipe.  I reached into the cooler and pulled a frosty bottle from it and gave it to her, allowing her to drink from it when ready.  I asked her if she were O.K. and wanted to continue and she mustered up enough air to scold me for allowing Erica to knee her without the kneepad.  I told her to quit acting like a first class bitch and I’d be a bit more willing make sure everything was fair.  She stared right at me then quickly looked away as she moved the bottle up to her lips and started gulping down the cold liquid.  I took the dry towel and started to wipe the glistening moisture from her midsection, noting how red her mid-section had become from the pounding she had received through the first six rounds.  I also couldn’t help but notice the extra poundage as it hung loosely over the tight waistband of her tights and sexy panty.  I tossed the dry towel aside and pulled the cold damp one from her neck and climbed between the ropes exiting the ring.  I mouthed to her to continue attacking the breasts.  Erica was in severe trouble up in the chest area and it seemed to be her only means of trying to gain a submission.  Amanda gulped some more water while the bell rang to begin round seven. 

The bell rang to begin round seven and Amanda dropped her empty down outside the ring and walked back to center ring.  She still appeared to be leg weary and didn’t have the crispness of her opponent as they met at the rings center.  Like practically every round prior, Amanda attached her claws onto the red soiled cotton covering Erica’s damaged tits.  Erica groaned in agony while thrusting her right fist forward, sinking it deep into the soft, reddish flesh of Amanda’s belly.  Amanda slid her hands beneath the shirt and raked them downward, digging and ripping them into the flesh causing Erica to wail in a loud painful manner.  Feeling the pain, she continued to hammer her fist, striking hard and deep into the hanging flesh, each blow slowly sapping Amanda of her strength and air.  Amanda’s hands beneath the material of the shirt opened the bottom somewhat and a trickle of blood started to leak out from beneath and work its way down her belly.  Erica’s mode of attack started to pay off as after she delivered her ninth blow to the mid-section, Amanda lowered her hands from the beneath the shirt and began groping for the fire that burned inside her belly.  As she reached for her belly, she turned away from her taller foe allowing her the opportunity to slam her fist into the reddened area of her kidney.  Amanda wailed in pain as she staggered forward reaching around for her backside.  Erica pursued her quickly and grabbed hold of Amanda’s hair and jerked her head to the left while driving her right fist back into the lower area of the former champ’s back.  Using the hair, Erica guided Amanda into the corner, pushing her forward into the turnbuckle.  Moving over to the corner, I reached in and grabbed hold of Amanda’s hair allowing Erica to grab her arms and hang them across the ropes in the corner.  I pulled Amanda’s hair, pulling her forward and down into the top turnbuckle while Erica went about her task of hammering her fist into the exposed kidney area of the longhaired beauty.  Once again, the statuesque blonde assumed control and was putting a serious hurt upon troubled opponent.  Erica was delivering a hundred and fifty plus pounds of power into her punches and they drove hard and deep against the shorter girls lower back.  Blow after blow landed solidly, each stealing away Amanda’s strength until she again slumped heavily down onto the ropes.  Erica reached up grabbing a fistful of hair with her left hand and delivered one final blow to the kidney before allowing Amanda to slump downward onto her knees in the corner.  I backed away and glanced upward at the monitor and could see from the close-up that Amanda’s eyes were glazed over.  Still holding her hair with the left hand, Erica attached her right and literally lifted Amanda out of the corner and leaned her forward against the center rope.  Erica knelt down behind her and reached around lifting the front of the shirt upward, uncovering Amanda’s tits.  The camera zoomed in on Amanda’s large chest and it was extremely evident that her added weight gain had an effect on the size of her breasts.  If she were fifteen pounds overweight, then five of it went to her chest.  You could see the welt like markings left upon her flesh from earlier in the bout and her right tit was noticeably darker in color from the boot pounding last round.  Her nipples were a light pink as they sat upon her darker colored areolas, but they were not nearly as erect as her counterparts, as hers protruded hard and long into the red soiled cotton.  Erica placed Amanda’s arms across the center rope, then reached around and lifted Amanda’s dangling pounds of flesh across also.  Draped across the center rope, Erica again began pounding her fist repeatedly against Amanda’s lower backside, drilling her hard in the kidney.  Amanda grunted and groaned with each powerful blow as her limp like body sagged down onto the rope, her breasts hanging and wobbling with each blow.  Joseph zoomed in on the breast shot as they jiggled around in a jell-o like fashion, and managed to catch a shot of her opened mouth with the long strand of saliva hanging down and out from the corner.  Erica pounded away at the kidney repeatedly, each blow bringing her closer to victory.  Satisfied with the brutality of her punches, she reached around and grabbed two hands full of Amanda’s meaty breasts.  Erica used her large hands to press deep into the soft flesh and twist and turn on the white, welted orbs.  I jumped down the rings apron onto the floor to allow Joseph to get the best angle of the abuse that was about to take place.  Looking upward, the entire monitor was filled with Amanda’s tits and the crushing manner in which Erica’s hands were treating them.  I pushed myself back up to the rings edge choosing to witness the real thing as she dug her pink painted nails deep into the upper portion of Amanda’s pale white meat and raked them forcefully downward, plunging them down and deep into the soft meat leaving large red markings upon them.  Amanda screamed out painfully as she felt the long talons tear at her tender flesh and then dig back in for more.  Again, Erica dug her nails deep into the flesh at the top portion of each tit and raked downward, pressing deep into the flesh and pulling them downward and ripping across each nipple.  Amanda’s tits were welting up badly with many of the markings filling up with trails of fresh blood.  I was fixated upon her breasts as I was awestruck by how deeply Erica sank her nails into the flesh.  Again and again, she raked her nails downward tearing at Amanda’s tender skin.  Several of the welted abrasions were soon oozing a thickened blood trail that ran down the bottom portion of the breasts and streamed down toward her belly.  Erica’s fingers and nails had fresh blood upon them and the palms of her hands were bright red.  Knowing that time was winding down, Erica attached a clamp like vise hold onto Amanda’s red and extremely irritated nipples.  Pinching down on them with her thumbs and forefingers, she pinched her fingers together flattening the pink flesh and pulled downward, pulling and stretching the badly scratched flesh towards the mat.  Tears welled up in the eyes of twenty-three year old as she felt the torturous pain of her pink beef tips being crushed flat within Erica’s long, powerful fingers.  Amanda’s nipples became harder as Erica yanked and stretched them allowing her to readjust her grip and grab closer to the base, permitting her to pull downward testing the elasticity of the areolas.  She stretched and pulled them as far as they would go, then turned her hands downward, turning the nipples down across her forefingers.  Amanda clenched her eyes tightly with streams of tears running from the corners of her eyes, biting down on her lower lip as she painfully absorbed this vicious attack.  Erica pulled and then shook them vigorously, causing the ample tit flesh to wobble and shake heavily.  A stream of blood made it’s way down to the waistband, slowly beginning to saturate the waistband of the suntanned hosiery and blue panty.  Erica painfully pulled and kneaded the hardened pink flesh, severely testing Amanda’s fortitude.  My emotions went from wanting to see the little bitch get her ass kicked to hoping she could hold on for a few more seconds and last out the round.  Erica was showing no mercy, twisting and pulling the tips of her tits to their limits.  Shaking vigorously she caused some of the blood to splatter down to the mat as it flew from her jiggling flesh.  The bell rang to end the seventh round but Erica was fully into the nipple abuse and was not turning loose.  I reached up trying to free Amanda’s pinched pups but Erica had a death-defying grip on them.  I climbed up into the ring and positioned myself behind her, placing my thumbs and forcing the pressure into the vulnerable area of her wrists, forcing her hands open and then falling backward, pulling the large, sexy blonde over with me.  I rolled her over and held her pinned to the mat beneath me, causing me to feel myself getting sexually aroused as I felt this sweaty, one hundred and fifty five beauty against my body.  She struggled for several seconds but eventually calmed down as I mouthed to her that she was going to wear herself out if she continued to fight me.  She lay motionless beneath me for about ten seconds or so before I let her up and directed her back to her corner. 

The seventh round had ended and it was a powerful round for the tall blonde as she left a tired and bloodied Amanda draped upon the ropes in tears.  I went to her corner and grabbed a fresh towel and knelt down behind her placing it upon her breasts and gently cupping them to soak up the blood.  I knew that it hurt but I couldn’t help but notice how full and rounded they felt.  I placed my mouth near her left ear and was telling her step-by-step what I was doing and when I was doing it.  I lifted her up from the ropes and led her across the ring to her corner, where I went to work with a wet towel trying to cleanse her bloodied breasts.  I gently tended to her breasts from behind and glanced out and noticed the crowd all abuzz about the fight.  I knew it certainly lived up to what I was hoping for and was quickly turning out to be a bloody encounter like the earlier bout.  Actually, I was a bit surprised as the previous fight went into the eighth and both Nadia and Renee’ were in very good shape.  This one I didn’t figure to get beyond the sixth because of Amanda’s physical conditioning but she sure proved that she is one tough package.  I knew better than to ask if she were going to continue because it was evident that there was no way that she was going to quit.  I put a section of the wet towel into her mouth allowing her to bite into it and put some moisture into her mouth.  I grabbed a bottle and replaced the towel allowing her to gulp at an acceptable pace.  The rest period was quickly winding down and I wanted to make sure she was suitably ready for the bell.  I tossed the towel aside, choosing to allow her breasts to remain damp from the wet towel.  I looked closely at the large welted streaks upon her breasts and gently lowered the shirt back down, tightly covering the ravaged flesh.  Red immediately started to seep through and began dotting the shirt and her nipples poked out into the cottoned material like a couple of thumbs pushing outward.  She was drinking slowly from the bottle when the bell rang to start round eight. 

The bell rang to signal the start of the eighth round and I was still in the ring.  I grabbed Amanda’s bottle and climbed through the ropes, allowing the round to begin.  Amanda left the corner in a little better shape than she entered it, but still had a mixture of blood and sweat beading upon her mid-section and her tight, white top slowly taking on added color.  Erica stepped from her corner beaming with confidence as she was coming off of two powerful rounds over the ex-champ.  Erica came out like a boxer, dancing a little on her toes for show and held her hands down near her side, balled into a fist.  As she came within reach, she flicked her right fist out landing solidly as it smashed against the left tit, forcing the tit to wobble and bounce within the confines of the shirt.  Amanda grimaced as she felt the short right push her flesh back against the breastbone and then hang heavily upon her chest.  Erica danced to her left, and then to her right, letting go with another quick breast stinging right.  Amanda’s tit meat bounced from the quick, chopping right.  Amanda backpedaled while reaching for her tit with the right hand and forming her left into a defensive fist.  Erica started taunting her, daring her to put up her fists and slug it out with her.  Amanda, never one to turn down a challenge, removed her right hand and balled it into a fist and fronted her opponent.  Erica faked with the left that had Amanda biting and followed up with a hard right, an uppercut with the left and then another hard right, each blow connecting solidly into Amanda’s left tit.  The uppercut really rocked Amanda’s tit causing the meat on her chest to jiggle.  Tears welled up in her eyes, as these were no glancing blows that were painfully stinging her sore, aching breast.  Amanda backed away raising her hands up defensively, trying to cover her throbbing breasts.  Erica stalked after her, opting to go low and land a hard right into the sexy blue fabric of the panty, drilling her hard in the lower gut.  Amanda backed herself against the ropes and stood in pain waiting for the next blow.  Erica drilled her in the belly with a left uppercut, and struck the lower belly hitting the panty with the right.  Amanda oooffed and unngghhed after each blow and lowered her guard to cover her belly.  Erica immediately went back to work on top as she threw a right, left, right combination, each blow smacking hard on the top portion of the left tit, driving the heavy flesh down against her ribs.  Amanda went twirling along the ropes and found herself with her back against the turnbuckle.  The tall blonde followed her to the corner and rammed a fist down low into the light blue fabric, striking the smaller girl down around her pubic patch.  Amanda reached her hands down toward her crotch and dropped down to her knees with a pained expression upon her face.  Erica stepped forward and buried her left hand deep into the top of Amanda’s curly locks.  She held the head steady with the left and then grabbed hold of some with the right, twirling her hand and wrapping it around and started yanking fiercely, pulling and twisting until she came out with a generous clump.  Amanda was blinded with tears as the pain was beyond excruciating.  Erica held the hair aloft and the crowd went nuts seeing the long curly strands removed by the roots.  Erica went for some hair on the left side of Amanda’s head, knowing how badly it hurt to have it yanked on the sides.  She again wrapped it around her hand and went for the scalp-ripping tug.  Amanda screamed unbelievably loud as the intense burn on the side of her scalp overwhelmed her.  Erica heard the cheers as she ripped out another handful of Amanda’s long, beautiful hair.  Erica held her hand out to her side allowing the hair to fall to the mat and reattached her hand back onto the side of her scalp.  Amanda reached for her head with the left hand and began swinging wildly, punching blindly and striking anything she could.  The first two blows landed up around Erica’s left hip, the third struck pay dirt as she caught the big girl flush, striking her on the bottom section of the bone of her pubic mound.  Erica’s eyes went wide and mouth fell open as she felt the sharp pain cause warmth and numbness in her lower extremities.  Erica turned loose of Amanda’s hair and staggered backward, but not quite far enough as Amanda lunged forward driving another desperate shot into the tall blondes crotch.  The punch hit with a solid thud causing the big girl to spin and drop to the floor, holding and cuddling her pelvic bone.  Erica hit the mat and lay on her right side feeling the painful effects of the blows.  Amanda bent forward onto all fours; taking her time to gather her wits about her and try to gain some much needed energy.  Amanda took a full twenty seconds before struggling up onto her feet.  She was nowhere near her best and knew this could be her last shot, so she lumbered over to the big girl and stomped her foot down against her ribs.  Erica groaned loudly and rolled over onto her back while reaching for her painful side.  Amanda reached down grabbing hold of the black boots and lifted them upward, pulling her legs backward and settling them down near Erica’s head.  Amanda placed her legs over the top of Erica’s legs, folding her over into a neatly held, matchbook pin.  Erica’s hands were splayed outward to her side, clearly unable to help her cause in this uncomfortable position.  Amanda inched her way up until she was locked upon the bends of the big girls knees and you could see the pressure that Erica was feeling as her faced turned a deep crimson in color.  She was grunting from the position and let loose a blood curdling scream as she felt the knuckles of Amanda’s fingers strike hard into the most vulnerable area of Erica’s exposed crotch.  Amanda had her upside down and spread so her blows were striking the area where it’s the pinkest.  Amanda was a woman with a mission, knowing that the clock was running and she may not get a better opportunity.  Erica was powerless to prevent it and could do nothing but lay there pinned and absorb the pussy pounding as best she could.  Time was winding down and as much as she wanted to power the knuckles blows against her, the position she was in prevented her from being able to put maximum force into the punch.  Even though they weren’t full force, they were doing some damage as they hit opened crotch, jabbing the cottoned lining of the tights into her pink moist pussy, each blow driving her knuckles into the hot dampness.  Erica’s face was nearly purple from the upside down, compacted position and tears filled her eyes as she felt the burn with each knuckle thrust into her vulnerable pussy.  Joseph took a position atop the rings apron and zoomed in for the shot of Erica’s face and it appeared she was on the brink of passing out.  As he tried to move around the ring to get a facial shot of Amanda, the bell rang signaling the end of the eighth round.  Once again, knowing the makeup of these two fighters, I knew the bell was not going to mean anything and Amanda continued to drill Erica in the most sensitive area between her legs.  Feeling a need to return a bit of fairness, I waited and allowed Amanda a bit more time to issue out some punishment.  Joseph got in position for the shot and you could see the sweat dripping determination of the sandy haired blonde as she savagely punished the big girls pussy.  I allowed her get in six extra blows before climbing through the ropes and grabbing hold of the shorter beauty and escorting her over to her corner.  I placed my outstretched arms and hands upon the top ropes and held them there until she settled back into a less intense individual and then went to help the big blonde who lay painfully caressing her crotch down on the mat.

Amanda immediately went to work at freshening up and preparing for what would certainly be a most critical round.  Amanda pulled herself back into the bout just as I had her fading away to a decisive loss.  I knelt down next to the larger, sexy young woman and could see a pained expression upon her beautiful face.  Amanda went right at the soft spot and hurt her badly.  I helped her to her feet and practically carried her to her corner, setting her down easily onto her knees.  She leaned forward resting her forehead on the center turnbuckle while still clutching at her bottom with both hands.  I doused a towel in the cooler and placed it over the back of her head and pulled it up under her neck.  I exited the ring and got down on my knees to check on her, but she just remained silent as she knelt there bent over forward.  I backed away and looked around taking in the sights and sounds as they were occurring around me.  The crowd, and not just for this fight but the earlier ones also, seemed to be more active and communicating with each other between rounds and bouts.  Also, they seemed to be better coordinated.  Cheering and getting loud simultaneously, instead of by sections as they had at the prior events.  I had to attribute this all to the large monitors as it provided everyone with a firsthand look at the action as it unfolded, and with an closer view than they’ve ever experienced.  I was also satisfied with the shirts as they certainly didn’t detract from the action at all, but I feel I’ll need to get some feedback from the girls and the audience.  I will have to admit that Nadia looked the best this evening decked out in her usual designer brand bra.  I slipped back into a state of awareness as I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Erica had started to stir a bit down in her corner.  She raised her head up off the turnbuckle and reached her hands upward, grabbing hold of the top ropes as the bell rang to begin round nine.

The bell rang to begin round nine and Erica was still on her knees clutching the ropes in the corner.  Amanda, seeing her larger adversary still down hurried across the ring and drove her boot into the lower portion of the young girls back, driving her forward against the turnbuckle.  Amanda reached for the towel while also grabbing hair, lifted the blonde’s head upward, and used the towel, completely wrapping it around the bigger girls head and face, totally blinding her.  She tightened the towel around the neck and lifted, pulling the big girl to her feet as she struggled to remove the towel from her face.  Amanda spun her around and sent her right hand forward, striking Erica with an opened hand slap square against the outer section of the left breast, causing Erica to cry out as her tit shook beneath the blood stained shirt.  I should have acted immediately, but I was curious to see what unfolded and I stood there allowing her to swing her right hand again, smacking hard against the side of the big girls breast as she cried out in painful protest.  I started to climb through the ropes when I heard the loud smacking sound of Amanda’s hand cracking upside Erica’s left breast for the third time.  I stepped inside the ring and moved between the two fighters, separating them to straighten out what was going on.  Amanda turned and walked away while I removed the towel from the blonde’s head revealing the pain and anger that filled the big girls eyes.  She was pissed and deservedly so, but I also had to explain to her that she was not ready and Amanda had the advantage.  This was not to her satisfaction and she demanded some form of compensation be granted to her.  I consulted with Amanda who was not overly thrilled about being told of the problem and that a resulting penalty would be assessed to her.  I went back to Erica, and then to Amanda again until I had something worked out.  I worked out something that was agreeable to both, and then would turn into what I believed to be the most brutal part of the bout.  I directed Joseph to pass me the mic and I announced to the crowd what was going to occur.  I announced that a penalty had been assessed to Amanda and that Erica was to receive one bare breasted shot as a resolution.  Immediately following the bare breasted slap, both fighters agreed to begin a two minute round beginning with what I will refer to as breast slapping progression.  Each will rotate turns and increase the number of blows per rotation.  Amanda would take one free shot at Erica’s chest, and then Erica would receive a turn.  Amanda would then issue two slaps followed by Erica’s turn, then three, four, until one them can no longer respond and then the action will return to normal.  The crowd didn’t exactly react positively to the announcement, but I don’t think they realized just how nasty this was about to get.  I passed the mic back down to Joseph and took up a position behind Amanda, raising the top up off of her breasts, and then grabbed her arms while pinning them behind her back.  Erica had been provided about a minute or so to gather her wits and she stepped in front of her smaller foe that stood helplessly before her.  Amanda’s body tensed up as she felt the anxiety grow in anticipation of the painful blow to her chest.  Erica wasted no time as she stepped right up and swung her long arm around, driving the palm of her hand hard against the outer flesh of the left tit, cracking it loudly against the torn, tattered flesh.  Amanda wailed loudly as a fierce pain shot through her tit like a fire racing through an old, dried up building.  I released Amanda allowing her to turn and cup her severely aching tit with both her hands.  I allowed her a few seconds to recover from the painful shot while I moved over to her taller foe and lifted the stained top up off her breasts.  Looking down upon her ravaged tits, I could feel the heat being generated from her welted, torn skin.  Bruising had already begun from the earlier abuse and this tit slapping fight was sure to make matters worse.  I instructed Erica to place her hands inside the back of her tights and we were going to begin.  I went to Amanda who was groaning and caressing her tit as she stood there with tears filling her eyes.  I told her we were about to begin and that she needed to get ready.  I informed both of them that the clock would begin after the first blow and we were beginning with ones.  Amanda removed her hands from her breasts and they seemed to be in worse shape than Erica’s, at least the nipples.  Dark bruising had begun around the area of her areolas and her breasts were covered with large, red welts.  She tearfully fronted her larger foe and mustered up all the determination she could and turned one loose, loudly cracking Erica hard upon the breast, smacking it near the tip striking the brownish areola and nipple.  The blow compressed her breasts towards her chest causing her to scream out painfully as the hand crashed against her fiery red breast.  She spun and her left tit shook heavily for a brief second as the hand knocked the meat against her right tit.  The clock began ticking and it was to be Erica’s turn.  This was a sophisticated crowd and it didn’t take them long to appreciate what they were bearing witness to.  Amanda placed her hands into the back of her tights and braced herself for the pain she was certain to feel.  Erica held her tit with her left hand as she righted herself and turned to face her smaller adversary.  Amanda gritted her teeth tightly together and clenched her eyes tightly as she saw the hand looping toward her breast.  Amanda let loose a screaming howl as Erica’s long arm swung wide and her hand went cracking against the side of Amanda’s bruised and bloodied orb.  The blow landed with an uppercut motion and lifted Amanda’s large hanging flesh upward, knocking it toward her chin before it bounded back heavily upon her chest.  Amanda spun to her right immediately reaching up and grabbing hold of her painful, throbbing tit.  Tears rolled down upon her cheek as she tried to straighten herself and prepare for the twos.  Erica too had tears in her eyes as she slid her hands inside her tights and prepared for her double shot.  Amanda straightened up and moved her hands aside and it was visibly evident what toll this tit slapping was going to have on her breasts.  Her left tit was already showing shades of purple upon her badly scratched skin.  Erica braced for the double shot and Amanda fired quickly, her right hand swinging round and cracking upside Erica’s left tit immediately followed by an overhead left, smacking down hard atop the marked up flesh of the right tit.  Erica howled loudly as she felt the painful sting of both breasts catching the forceful blows of Amanda’s combination.  Erica quickly pulled her hands from behind her and reached up covering both her breasts while bending over forward at the waist in painful agony.  Amanda shook her hands briefly as she also felt the sting upon her hands from the loud cracking blows.  As painful as it was, Erica knew she had to suck it up and get ready as the clock continued to run.  Dark red markings covered Erica’s tit flesh as she turned to face Amanda, who tearfully tucked her hands in behind her.  Erica hurriedly moved over to Amanda and swung her right hand around cracking it against the side of the left breast, then quickly raised it upward and whipped it down atop the same breast.  Amazing I thought as Amanda cried out in agony and staggered away because of the double blow to her badly bruising left breast.  We started to approach the one-minute mark and Amanda too knew the need to hurry.  The quicker she recovered, the more punishment she could dish out against the tall blonde.  Erica tucked her hands around back as tears streamed down her cheeks from both eyes.  She tried to stiffen her body to accept the blows, but Amanda was quick and rattled off a right-left-right combination, each blow landing hard and solidly against the sides of each breast.  Erica wailed like she never wailed before as she turned and fell to her knees grasping tightly to her burning flesh.  I stepped in to check on her and she was literally bawling from the painful experience.  I asked if she’d had enough and she quickly shook her head from side to side indicating that she would continue.  It did become clear that time was going to be an issue so I gave them both a quick break and told them there’d be a minor adjustment to the format.  Time would no longer dictate the length of the round.  Each woman would take turns until they finished with the sixes, then the round would be over.  Neither woman seemed overly pleased with this sudden change of events but I indicated that this is how it was to be.  Erica stood up slowly, holding and coddling her breasts while Amanda tearfully moved her hands behind her.  Erica removed her hands from her fiery reddened breasts and moved in front of the teary eyed Amanda, sizing her up for her turn at the threes.  Erica raised her arms upward and started with the right, bringing it down on the upper portion of the left breast, followed quickly by the left hand and then the right.  Amanda turned and bellowed in sheer painful agony as Erica slammed the palms of her hands down hard against the top of the left breast, painfully stinging it three times over.  Amanda cupped her left breast and staggered around the ring tearfully sobbing uncontrollably.  I approached and asked her if she were ready to throw in the towel but knew it didn’t matter how much pain she was in, she would be too stubborn to surrender.  She shook her head from side to side and moved to the center of the ring, tightly squeezing her left breast.  Erica’s face was covered with tears as she reluctantly placed her hands behind her into her tights.  She braced herself as best she could then painfully cried out as she felt the painful open handed slap of the right hand connect hard against the outer portion of the left tit, quickly followed by the stinging left smacking the inner portion of the left tit.  Those two blows were quickly followed by an overhand right, then a left, both smashing down on the top of the blazing red, burning left tit.  As soon as the fourth slap landed, Erica turned and grasped hold of her tit while falling onto the canvas and rolling onto her right side.  I moved over to her and informed her that even though we weren’t on a time limit as far as the round was concerned, she’d need to deliver her blows within a twenty second time frame or lose a turn.  Although her eyes were soaked with tears I could see that she was furious with me for pushing her forward and selecting this mode of attack for the both of them.  Amanda tearfully readied herself at center ring while Erica lifted herself up off the canvas, never pulling her hand from her left breast.  Tears dripped freely from her chin as she positioned herself in front of her smaller opponent.  Raising both of her large hands upward, Erica drove them down in rapid fire succession, each driving down hard against the top of Amanda’s left breast, smashing it and causing the purplish breast to jiggle painfully from the ex-champs chest.  Amanda turned and covered up as soon as the fourth blow crashed against her fiery breast meat and she wandered around painfully along the edges of the ring, sobbing freely.  Erica turned away and rubbed her hands together as she felt the effects of the blows on her hands.  I hollered over at Amanda to get her attention and she stumbled over to center ring.  I asked Erica if she were ready to throw in the towel but she tearfully shook her head from side to side and placed her hands into the back of her tights.  I noticed the crowd noise to be quite loud as they instantly warmed up to what was occurring within the ring.  Amanda reluctantly released her left breast and you could see the painful grimace upon her face as her flesh hung upon her chest.  As soon as Amanda released her breast, she immediately went to work with wide, roundhouse swings, each striking with power and force.  Right, left, right, left and right.  Each blow smacked hard and solid knocking around the flesh of Erica’s left tit like it was a speed bag.  Erica clenched tightly to her badly bruising breast and fell upon the canvas, rolling around on her back moaning and wailing in painful agony.  I quickly reminded her that she’d need to get up and continue and she rolled over onto her knees, her forehead lying atop the blue canvas.  She begrudgingly picked herself up off the canvas and staggered over to the openly crying Amanda, who positioned her hand within her tights.  Erica removed her hands from her breast and continued with her same method of attack.  She raised both hands up high and brought them down in rapid-fire fashion, the right, the left, the right, left and right, each loudly smacking down atop the badly discolored flesh of Amanda’s left tit.  Amanda spun and hit the mat this time as she fell to her knees and pounded her forehead repeatedly against the canvas while tightly squeezing her throbbing left tit.  I leaned over to let her know she was being timed and she slowly started to rise to her feet.  I walked over to Erica who was openly blubbering in tears and I informed her that this was the last go round.  She placed her hands behind her back bravely stood ready to accept the final portion of the challenge.  Amanda stumbled over and stood in front of the sobbing woman then quickly unleashed a flurry of right-left combinations, each rocking the chest of the twenty year old and dropping her to the mat as if she’d been shot.  Amanda swirled and shook her hands as she felt the painful sting from the hard slapping of breast meat.  Erica coiled into a fetal position on the mat, she too now clinging tightly to her breast, squeezing as if it were expelling the pain from inside.  I informed her that she were on the clock and would be the first to reach her corner to rest up and begin preparing herself for the tenth and final round. She again struggled but valiantly picked herself up from the mat and moved over towards her shorter opponent who tearfully placed her hands into the back of her tights for the final time.  She stood there with eyes clenched tightly upon wobbled legs when she felt the fire of the first blow landing against her swollen, darkish flesh.  Erica was not about to change and hammered her blows from above.  Amanda’s tit bounded downward and as it bounced quickly upward, it immediately was driven back downward from the large hand smashing down upon it.  Six times Erica drove her hands downward, slamming her palms and fingers down against the welted, purplish breast with the 911 fire burning within.  Amanda spun away and fell to her knees while crushing her fiery flesh tightly with both hands.  Erica shook her hands painfully as she immediately moved over to her corner and sank down onto the seat of her black bikinis and broke down in tears.  I went over to Amanda, placed my arms around her waist, lifting her onto her feet, and lead her over to her corner where I sat her down.  I informed her, then Erica that I was giving them both a five-minute rest period to prepare for the final round.  I motioned for the mic and waited as the raucously cheering crowd gave both beauties their due by giving them a rousing standing ovation.  I allowed them to pay their proper homage and when the noise subsided, I announced that that the fighters were going to take a five-minute break before starting the final round.

What a horrible round for both fighters as I strategically stacked the deck against the both of them in nine, giving neither the opportunity to clearly win the round.  It also allowed both to inflict major damage against one another setting the stage for the final round.  I was glad I wasn’t scoring because it had to be close, and I didn’t need to become the center of a controversy making the decision.  I’d like to take the credit for being the brainchild behind the strategy, but I had to credit Tanya from her site at TanyaKicks for the idea.  I was tooling around at the various sites on the web when I encountered her sample clip of breast fighting.  It was vicious looking and I thought that I’d maybe try to incorporate it into a future match, possibly with the younger teens, as there was scuttlebutt about the two of them wanting to clash again.  But, I saw my opportunity tonight and now, the rest is now history.  This had to be one of the most viciously fought rounds ever since my federation’s inception.  Not because of the specific mode of fighting, but that it was carefully orchestrated once both young ladies tits had been shredded by each other’s nails.  The tactic at the beginning of the fight wouldn’t have carried the same, devastating effect.  I stayed away from both young women this time, allowing both to concentrate on their feelings and to prepare in their own way for the climax of this outstanding fight.  I was overly surprised that Amanda lasted all the way to the tenth round.  She is such an outstanding fighter and has the heart of a lioness, but she was carrying way too much weight for her body frame and couldn’t be nearly as effective as was the norm.  Erica came into the bout on a roll since her thrashing at the hands of Nadia in her only shot at the title.  I made my way over to the fighters and alerted them that thirty seconds remained until the bell and that they needed to get themselves ready.  Neither woman jumped up too quickly, but they did pull themselves up and made sure they were tucked neatly into their fighting attire.  I made my way out of the ring and the bell rang to start the tenth and final round.

The bell rang to begin the final round and I stared hard and soaked in the weary condition of both fighters.  Amanda’s thick, wild, curly mane was all over the place with some sections hanging in sweaty clumps.  Her face was still gorgeous and the waterproof makeup stood up to the extreme test of the heat, sweat and tears.  Her tight fitting mini shirt was mostly red in front with portions of dampened whiteness showing through.  Her belly was glistening with sweat and showed the painful signs of bruising and redness from the hard body blows delivered by her taller opponent.  Her belly also showed the effects of her poor conditioning as the belly flesh hung over the top of the tight fitting waistband of the tights and panty.  She trudged her way forward for one final time.  Erica too looked as if she had been run over by a truck as she moved out from her corner.  Her thin blonde hair was thoroughly soaked with sweat as it clumped in strands hanging down around her shoulders.  Her small top was also soaked with sweat and blood as it clung tightly to her ravaged breasts.  Both women made it to center ring and reached up grabbing one another by the hair and started to jerk the head of their opponent around violently.  Erica had a bit better success being the taller fighter but Amanda wasn’t getting shortchanged either.  Both fighters were bent over sideways and Amanda went for it and yanked furiously downward, pulling the big blonde down into a position where she could tuck her head up beneath her right arm.  Erica felt the pressure of the headlock tighten upon her head and released her grip on Amanda’s hair allowing the ex-champ to move into a straightened position.  Amanda clamped on the hold with more pressure and locked her left hand onto the right wrist for added leverage.  Erica grunted painfully from the powerful force being placed upon her skull.  Erica was bent over forward, trapped within Amanda’s arms, struggling and trying to pry the arms from her head but to no avail.  A quick glimpse of Erica’s trapped face displayed the deep crimson color that had quickly overtaken it from the tight headlock.  Unable to loosen the hold, Erica started to fumble around, moving her hands down around the waist of the smaller foe.  Erica tried to throw a couple of punches into Amanda’s left side, but due to the awkward position, neither of the blows had any effect.  Erica rested her left hand upon Amanda’s left hip, grasping and tugging upon the waistband of the tights and panty.  Desperate for relief, Erica eased her left hand along the waistband, moving it toward Amanda’s mid-section and worked it slowly, inserting it down the front beneath the snug fitting material.  Amanda let out a painful groan as Erica’s long fingers found the thick curly hair patch within and entwined them and twisted.  Amanda’s eyes clenched tightly shut as she tried to crush the skull of her opponent while trying to ignore the painful burning feeling occurring within her panty.  The pain was beginning to be too much as she unintentionally widened the stance of her legs and eased the pressure of her headlock.  Given the small amount of freedom, Erica shifted her body slightly and moved her right hand around to the front of Amanda’s body and replaced her left hand with the right.  Erica used her stronger right hand to twist and tug upon Amanda’s thick, full carpet causing her to turn loose of Erica’s head and reach down toward the painful burn of her crotch.  Amanda dropped down to her knees, grasping and squeezing upon the wrist of the hand torturing her womanly mound.  Unable to remove the hand from inside her panty, Amanda dropped down onto all fours and started to crawl forward on the canvas.  Erica was still inside and the motion of both fighters caused Amanda to fall forward onto the mat.  Erica stayed with her and mounted the back of her opponent while continuing to work her hand feverishly beneath them both.  Amanda felt the sharp, piercing pain of the yanking, twisting motion and started to move her legs frantically, using her right knee and hands to drag both ladies bodies towards the ropes.  Amanda was really struggling and using lots of energy trying to crawl upon the canvas while Erica’s fingers wreaked havoc inside the panty.  Amanda was moaning and wailing in agony as she reached forward grabbing hold of the bottom rope and used it to pull herself forward with Erica continuing to ride her backside.  Amanda reached forward grabbing the rings edge and pulled, sliding herself beneath the bottom rope, trying to get outside the ring.  I jumped down the rings edge and took up a position down on the floor.  Amanda groaned in agony from the painful hair pull but continued forward until she and Erica tumbled out of the ring and fell to the floor.  Joseph was quick to get in position to get the shot of the girls down on the floor.  Erica’s hand came from the panty and Amanda was granted the relief she was seeking.  Erica was quicker to respond and jumped to her knees and grabbed a fistful of Amanda’s curly mane.  Lifting her upward, Erica drove her right fist forward with an uppercut motion and struck Amanda down low between her thighs.  Amanda let out a painful moan as she felt the hard knuckles of Erica’s fist slam hard against her crotch region.  Amanda reached down for her crotch while Erica rose upward onto her feet.  Pulling Amanda upward by the hair, she led her over to the railing and pushed her forward, pressing the front of Amanda’s body against the four-foot structure.  Erica turned loose her grip upon the hair and drove her right fist into the right kidney area of the shorter fighter, forcing a loud oaffffing sound and a considerable spray from the mouth of her opponent.  Erica followed quickly with a second, and then a third that caused Amanda to start slumping downward onto her knees.  Erica dropped down behind her, grasping hold of the hair on the back of Amanda’s head.  She held the hair with the left hand and reached around the front, lifting the soaked, red top upward, uncovering the battered flesh of Amanda’s ravaged tits.  Erica lifted the top high, pulling it atop Amanda’s head, trapping her and covering her face.  Erica moved quickly to the trapped fighter and positioned her into a tightly held full nelson.  Amanda’s arms dangled in an upward position with her severely battered breasts fully exposed below.  Erica forced her opponent forward, driving the breasts against the rubberized steel posts, driving them forcefully into the flesh of the large breasts.  Erica swayed from side to side, roughly rubbing Amanda’s raw tit meat across the steel posts, pushing and digging deep into the badly bruised and battered flesh.  Amanda groaned painfully as she felt the coated steel press the tits in toward her ribs.  Erica was fully in control now and the more that Amanda howled; the harder she drove Amanda forward into the steel rail.  I glanced up at the overhead monitor and Joseph was right on it with the close-up of the steel bars flattening and rubbing across the breasts.  You could also see the anguish that filled the young woman’s face as she tearfully, but bravely absorbed the painful punishment.  Erica leaned back pulling Amanda away from the rail, and then shoved her forward driving the breasts hard into the metal rods.  Amanda screamed out as she felt the coated iron pressed deep into her aching meat, the breasts swallowing the metal bars.  Again and again, Erica leaned backward and then drove her former champ into the metal, crushing against the badly bruised tit meat.  Erica removed her right hand from the scalp of the game but hurting Amanda and moved down around the front, once again inserting it inside the tight fitting material of the hosiery and panty, entangling her fingers within the long, sandy colored, matted hair of the young woman’s pubic mound.  Amanda moaned long and hard as she felt the sharp burning sensation return to her pubic region.  I was focused on the monitor and could see Amanda’s head being tightly held by the grip Erica held with the left hand.  Erica was mouthing something that was not audible into the right ear of the agonizing woman.  I noticed that there was fresh blood streaming down upon Amanda’s breasts as the rough treatment upon the iron bars caused the blood to flow.  Amanda squealed in agony as she thrust her lower torso forward, trying to move it away from the hand inflicting the painful damage.  Erica just leaned forward with her, forcing Amanda’s breasts against the coated steel, holding her pinned while savagely mauling and ripping at the hair on the woman’s pubic mound.  Amanda screamed out painfully as Erica worked her hand, torturing the beautiful woman’s crotch area while Erica pulled at the hair on Amanda’s head, pulling hard and causing both women to tumble over backwards, with Amanda lying atop of Erica.  Erica quickly wrapped her legs around her opponent while continuing to pull and twist vigorously on Amanda’s pubic hairs.  Amanda’s body rested atop the larger girl, with her feet resting on the floor while lifting onto her toes and rising her lower torso into the air.  Joseph zoomed in on a great between the thighs shot of Amanda’s crotch while Erica worked her hand furiously down in the region.  Amanda bounced on her toes in an effort to alleviate the painful torture of the crotch hair pull, but nothing she could do was going to free her from this painful situation.  Amanda screamed out in agony and just as I thought she might be reaching the point of submission, the bell rang ending the tenth and final round of this magnificent bout.  Amanda was screaming in pain and Erica was not about to let up even though the fight was now officially over.  I got down on the floor with both and started to work upon Erica’s right wrist, trying to remove it from Amanda’s tights.  Erica was not turning loose and I moved my hand inside the tight to work on her fingers.  Amanda continued to scream out painfully, Erica grunted loudly from the exertion of the hair tugging motion, and I worked hard within the tight confines at freeing Amanda’s pubic hair.  As I worked at trying to free Amanda, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the stench from the sweat-covered fighters as their foul smelling scent was so overbearing, I could taste it.  As I inhaled deeply absorbing the sweet stench of their hard fought battle, I also felt how damp and unbelievably hot it was inside Amanda’s tights and panty.  The heat had to make it terribly uncomfortable.  I know that every once in a while my fingers were accidentally pulling her plush, hairy bush, but I was slowly making headway at removing Erica’s fingers.  My success was short lived as my hand couldn’t hold onto her sweaty hand and wrist and she quickly reattached her fingers deep within Amanda’s full bush.  Amanda howled as she felt the burn in her most sensitive region as Erica yanked upward, raising Amanda up onto her toes.  Seeing Amanda’s lower torso elevated up above the tall blonde, I removed my hand from Amanda’s tights and inserted them beneath Erica’s.  She too had an immensely hot crotch area, very dampened with sweat and an odor that could kill a cat.  It was heaven scent to me.  I placed my hand down on the young woman’s hotbox and it was thick with matted hair, compressed by the tight confines of the panty and hose.  I worked my hand down into the matted hair, securing a tight grip upon her thick, darkish blonde bush and started pulling and twisting hard upon the hairs.  Erica clenched her eyes tightly and let loose a low, growling moan as I pulled and yanked on her short hairs.  As fiercely as I pulled, she worked just as hard and continued tugging and twisting at Amanda’s thick bush.  Amanda howled loudly, seemingly so much louder as I lay there beside her, but Erica continued to make a low growling sound as I ripped hard upon her pubic mound area.  As I yanked hard on her hairs, I extended my middle finger downward and found her hot, moist pussy, her lips almost trying to reach out and grab for it.  My finger penetrated into the moistness and I pulled upward, yanking hair and pressing forward against her swollen clit.  She growled a bit louder but didn’t let up on the work she was performing upon Amanda.  I penetrated a little deeper and yanked hard upon her lush garden, but she groaned sexily and thrust her hips upward, almost seemingly trying to get more of my finger.  Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter, and she seemed to be enjoying it the more I tried to work it.  Amanda continued to squeal in agony as the big, young blonde really poured it on as she jerked and twisted upon her thick patch.  I extended my index finger until it came into contact with the moistened pussy and it too was gobbled up inside her wanton womanhood.  She groaned as she felt my two fingers penetrate into her hot, moist pussy and squeeze her large clit between them.  The feeling down inside must have started to get the best of her as I felt her body stiffen and she turned loose of Amanda.  Amanda rolled off and away from the big blonde, reaching and cupping her mound as she lay on her side in pain.  Erica opened her legs a bit wider and rolled over onto her left side, holding tightly to my wrist and forcing me over with her.  I tried to remove my hand now that Amanda was freed but Erica held on tightly, preventing me from removing it and continued to roll over onto her belly.  I was now on her back as she lay face down upon the floor, working her hips and clenching her pussy tightly upon my fingers.  Getting into the moment, I thrust my fingers up into the moistness and pinched the fingers together hard, squeezing and tugging upon her swollen clit causing her to moan long and deep.  She lifted her lower torso slightly as she tried to swallow more of my fingers.  I obliged without thought and extended a third finger down into her hot, wet pussy.  She rose up and clamped down hard upon them and began riding it hard, roughly rubbing her clit across the fingers.  I too contributed to her wants as I worked my fingers forcefully and quickly, pressing hard against her enlarged clit, causing her to stiffen and moan loudly, as she clamped on tightly while covering my hand with her hot liquids.  As she came, I quickly realized where we were and what had just occurred in front of the crowd of two hundred plus.  I know that I must have been about four shades of red as I removed my hand from inside the panty of the beautiful blonde and quickly rolled away from her gyrating body.  I got onto my feet and as I stood on the floor, I could hear the buzz of the crowd, as they seemed stunned by what they had just witnessed.  I knew Nadia was pissed as I heard her yelling at me from the tunnel area beneath the seats.  I looked up at the monitor and realized Joseph had caught it all as I now stood above both fighters as they lay upon the floor, exhausted and in need of attention.  I shook the cobwebs from my head, threw both ladies some dry towels, and went over to the judges to get their scorecards. 

It was quite a tenth round and beyond as I stood impatiently waiting for the judges to complete their scoring.  Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I moved back over to the ring, retrieved some dampened towels, and took them over, placing them upon the heated bodies of the beautiful fighters.  Amanda had me drape the towel over her entire upper body, including her face, as she wanted to enjoy the cool dampness against her overheated body.  Erica lay there with it draped upon the back of her head and neck.  I felt useless standing there looking down on them and I went back to the judges to get their scorecards.  I glanced back at the tunnel area I could see Nadia still standing there and she had fire in her eyes as she glared a hateful look right through me.  I sensed the only reason she still remained was she wanted to know whom’d she be facing in four weeks.  I nervously reached for and began tabulating the figures quickly in my head.  I studied the numbers and quickly realized that we had a unanimous decision.  I didn’t know the exact numbers and if I wasn’t so jumpy and shaky at that moment, I would have taken the time to tabulate and announce the scoring, but I chose the quickest route possible and grabbed the mic.  I spoke as clearly as possible into the mic “we have a unanimous decision from our judges and the winner of the bout was the tall, blonde haired beauty, ERRREEEEEECCAAAAAA.”  The crowd let loose with their applause as they let both fighters know how they felt about their magnificent performance.  Both fighters remained on the floor, as they were too sore and pooped to care.  I glanced back at the tunnel and Nadia was nowhere to be seen.  As I approached the fighters to help them to their feet, the thought raced through my mind of how I had once again fucked things up with the Ukrainian sex goddess.  She was gone; probably for good this time plus the big plans for a Nadia/Amanda rematch had just gone down the drain with Amanda’s loss.  How did things go wrong?

To Be Continued………….