Queens Clash
One More Time
Four months had passed since the AFF girls had hit town and left their indelible mark etched upon my brain. I sat in my newly constructed office with my feet kicked up on the desk, looking out through the blinds that hung from the window, staring down at the empty ring located at the center of what had become my world. I had become consumed by the world of femme fighting and had withdrawn from the few things that I did before my involvement in the fight game. It had become quite fruitful, so much so that I had quit my daily job and concentrated solely on putting out the absolute best product possible. This was no longer as simple a task since Joseph split my federation and this had some financial effect on my cash intake. Don't get me wrong, I was still making a healthy profit from the shows I was putting on, but not nearly what I had been or could be making if he hadn't moved into my territory. Still, many people continued to come, most wanting to see Nadia, who once again wore the crown of Queen of the Ring. The Ukrainian she-devil ran roughshod over her younger opponents within the organization, and I didn't seem to have anyone worthwhile of putting in the ring with her. My stable was loaded with young college aged girls except for Nadia and until they became a bit more seasoned, no one was going to give her much of a match. Therefore, this was my reason for my staring blankly toward the ring.
A knock at my door broke my train of thought and I rose up and moved from behind the desk to answer the door. I couldn't imagine who it possibly could be because no one that hung out at the arena ever bothered knocking on the door; they usually just walked right in. I opened the door and my jaw nearly hit the floor, I couldn't believe who was standing there in front of me looking better than ever. Amanda stood in the doorway dressed to the nines asking if she could come in and speak with me. This was a major shock as I hadn't seen nor heard from her since she quit, and it was visually evident that she dropped some pounds and regained her old figure. I smiled politely, thinking that she never even had the courage to tell me that she quit; I had to hear about it from Nadia. I was a sucker for a beautiful woman so I invited her in and ogled her as she moved sexily across the room, strutting with a pair of four-inch heels strapped to her feet. Her shapely ass had a nice wag to it, and I couldn't draw my eyes away from it. She was looking hotter than I remembered as she was outfitted in an extremely short, black leather skirt and a silken white blouse neatly left opened at the top, providing a view of her healthy, well tanned breasts. Her long, thick, wavy hair hung down below her shoulders and she looked as if she spent a considerable amount of time preparing her makeup, just special for this occasion. She took a seat in one of the wing back chairs situated across from my desk and crossed her legs sexily, the micro mini riding high upon the thigh of her leg. I was speechless as I closed the door and moved behind my desk and took a seat directly across from her, my eyes drifting down to the revealing leg shot she was graciously providing. She couldn't help but notice that I was undressing her with my eyes as I sat there kicked back, feeling a bit uncomfortable by her presence. She broke the silence and said, “I guess you're surprised and wondering why I'm sitting here, huh?” I just shrugged my shoulders before responding, “Yeah, this is truly a surprise.” We started the small talk and I congratulated her on her convincing victory over Karen and her becoming champion for that traitorous fucker, Joseph. Of course, I didn't attend, but the grapevine told me she was back to her old self. Karen hasn't fought since and may never return to the ring from what I hear. She asked as to why I never came to any of her bouts but I chose to ignore the question and changed the direction of the conversation. I learned that Joseph was struggling and that she hadn't seen the money that Joseph had promised her when she left. I have to say that I really didn't care and was pleased that she was getting screwed because of how I felt she after what she had done to me. She uncrossed her legs and switched them, crossing the left with the right. As she did, she provided me a short, but nice view between her legs and I caught a glimpse of the black panty she was wearing beneath her skirt. I had to compliment her about how great she was looking since she had dropped the extra poundage that she had gained when she was still fighting for me. She was looking better than ever and it also appeared as though she had retained some of the added size she had gained in her breasts. While staring at her cleavage, I noticed that she had a several scars on her flesh and inquired as to how she had acquired them. She rose up from her chair, and made her way around to my side of the desk and leaned her tight-skirted rump against the edge of the desktop. I was fixated upon her sexy looking legs as they were a mere foot away. She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and opened it wide, showing me all of the markings that were upon her chest. I sat back in my chair while locking my hands together behind my head. I got nice and comfortable figuring there was to be a great story in the explanation.
She ran her tongue across her upper lip and asked me if I was still seeing that whore, Nadia. I nodded that I was and she rolled her eyes and shook her head from side to side. She lifted her sexy backside, placing it completely on the desktop, her legs hanging downward and her feet dangling above the floor. She rubbed her right hand across her breasts and explained that things hadn't been going well with her and Joseph. She was Joseph's most marketable commodity and he kept throwing her into each show that he held. “Getting a bit desperate for money, he was getting me involved in fights with girls I didn't know and had nothing to do with what he was trying to put together.” “He doesn't have a ring like you so I've been fighting in all sorts of places, hotel meeting rooms, apartments, and recently, empty warehouses.” She went on to tell me that three weeks ago, he had her fight in a warehouse against some girl that neither had ever met before. They fought in a homemade ring made out of wood and thick rope and was surrounded by barbed wire. The girl was a body builder type who outweighed her by fifty pounds. She didn't stand a chance and didn't like being put into a position where she had no chance of winning. She did say that she didn't mind fighting in that type of environment and would be willing to fight again with the barbed wire, but she just wanted to compete against girls of the same talent level. I felt myself starting to get hard beneath my gym shorts as I thought about her in a barbed wire match. I asked her why she didn't back out of the fight but she said Joseph had her sign a one year exclusivity contract and that she'd have to fight whatever opponents he could find for her. I found myself feeling a bit sorry for her as I watched her button her blouse back up, and told her I would be willing to help if I could. I had an acquaintance that worked in my brother in laws law office and I'd have her look over the contract if she would provide me with a copy. Wouldn't you know it, as she just happened to have a copy in her purse, all prepared while neatly tucked in an envelope bearing my name. She hopped down off the desktop and handed it to me while pressing her legs firmly up against mine. I felt a tingle as her bare, smooth shaven legs rubbed against mine. She bent over forward, lowering her mouth down near my left ear and told me what an idiot she had been and how badly she felt about the way she had treated me in the past. As she spoke sexily into my ear, she placed the tips of her long, painted nails upon my chest and began stroking it softly. She smelled so good as her perfumed body overwhelmed me with her sweet aroma. The timing of this visit couldn't have been any better, or worse depending upon one's outlook, but as she leaned forward rubbing my chest, trying to convince me that she was being truly genuine, Nadia entered through the office door and saw what she thought was Amanda all over me. In no time, Nadia grabbed two hands full of Amanda's long, beautiful, hair and jerked her backward pulling her away from me. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she yanked at the hair of the surprised, sandy haired beauty and rammed her head forward, driving it hard against the wooden surface of my desk. Amanda's forehead bounced hard against the desktop and I quickly jumped up and grabbed hold of the Ukrainian wild woman, pulling her off the slightly dazed Amanda. Nadia was rambling on in her native language, words that I would never understand but knew that these were not pleasantries that she was exchanging with an old friend. Amanda jumped up with her reddened forehead and thought about going after Nadia, but quickly backed away and stated, “I see you still dress like a nasty, fucking slut.” Nadia tried to struggle free and attack her former nemesis but I maintained a position between them, keeping her at bay. I couldn't think of anything more that I'd like to see than these two mini skirted beauties going after each other in a no holds barred catfight, but my mind was already at work, angling for something much more rewarding. Amanda made a few more derogatory comments and I could tell that she was trying to bait Nadia into a fight. I particularly liked the one when she told Nadia that she knew she was here the whole time, that she could smell her nasty, skanky bitch pussy when she entered the room. I could see it building in her eyes that she was letting Amanda get the best of her and I hate to admit as much, but I was quietly hoping it would escalate into something more, much more. Amanda eased her way over toward the door hollering at Nadia, “What a nasty whore you are, you may be top dog in this flea bag operation, but you wouldn't last one night in Joseph's stable.” Nadia's face was beet red as she was enraged that Amanda stood before her, giving her no respect whatsoever. Amanda wasn't letting up, going on and on that she couldn't beat anyone if it weren't for me, babying her and providing her with inferior opponents. Nadia didn't care for the sound of that and went off screaming in tongue again as Amanda stood watching from the doorway. Amanda stepped forward and goaded her just a bit more by saying, “listen you foreign cunt bitch, speaka da English if you think you have the smarts to learn it, and one more thing, I'll take you on anytime, anyplace and in whatever kind of match you want and I'll kick your fucking Russian ass all over the place!” Oh fuck, I knew she had her when she referred to her as a Russian. That was the last thing on earth you'd want to call a girl from the Ukraine. Calling her a fucking cunt was not as bad as calling her a Russian. Nadia went ballistic and fought her way through me, and streaked over toward the door. Amanda was ready as they engaged each other, both latching onto the others long hair and began pulling and screaming at each other. I'd have given my left arm to let it continue but I couldn't and jumped in and got between the two wildcats and pushed Amanda through the door. Nadia scratched at me with her long, sharp nails and tried to move me out of the way, but I shoved her backwards and sat her down in my chair, laying my body across her. Amanda barged back in through the door and came up behind, swinging her fists and landing a couple of blows against the side of Nadia's head. Nadia kicked and bucked beneath me, trying to move me so she could defend herself. I covered her a bit more, protecting her from Amanda's flailing fists and screamed at Amanda to knock it off. Amanda backed away and hollered, “Come on, let the Russian cunt up so I can kick her smelly ass.” Nadia screamed out “fine, you want it, you got it you American cunt, and I'll destroy your American weakling ass like I've done all the other times.” Amanda responded, “In the ring?” and without pause, Nadia fired back, “Anywhere and any way you want it.” Amanda responded “fine, I'll make all the arrangements and we'll settle this thing once and for all.” Amanda turned and walked out the door and I stood there absolutely stunned but delighted. I didn't know quite how we were going to work this out with the signed contract, but it clearly looked as though Amanda and Nadia were destined to hook up with each other for the fifth time.
A couple of weeks had passed since the girls get together in their battle of wits and I was still trying to get some clearance regarding the contract, but it wasn't looking good as there was no evidence that it was signed under duress or against her will. It was looking more and more that she belonged to Joseph and if there was to be any reunion between these two, it was going to have to involve Joseph, and he was already being disruptive. It appeared that if it were going to happen, it was going to have to be a joint venture and even though I thought I had the leverage by having the perfect fighting venue, I quickly realized I had no clout whatsoever because he had Amanda, and he knew I wanted this fight so badly that I could taste it. The only bright spot during this period was that I received a call from the Japanese duo abroad. Kyoko informed me that she and Yuki had been training and working hard in preparation of coming back and their desire to fight Jenny and Sharon. They even invited me to come to Osaka and watch them in two weeks as they had arranged to fight a mother/daughter tandem from Chile. I was hot thinking about those two beautiful Japanese babes tangling with a couple of Latino spitfires. I hadn't told Nadia yet, but I was about to go overseas for the first time in my life and couldn't wait. I don't know what it was, the upcoming trip to Japan, the unbelievable desire to see Nadia face some stiff competition again in Amanda, or if I continued to let Joseph dick me around, that I'd never get to see these two fight again so I finally relented and gave in so we could get this show up and going. Many things needed to be worked out with very little time before my trip, so I was willing to go along with anything. He dictated nearly every detail and was to take sixty-five percent of the gate. That was all right by me as I planned on putting on a hell of a show and selling concession items that he would not be a part of. He wanted to pit them in a barbed wire match but I wouldn't allow that figuring that Nadia would not agree. I did agree to put her in an anything and everything is legal bout. Joseph would second Amanda in her corner while I would partner up with Nadia. It was to be a match where the girls were to be allowed to bring some items with them to be used during the fight. Nothing like knives, scissors or brass knuckles, but each girl would be able to bring a small handbag containing four items. These items were to be used against one another during the contest. My marketing mind determined that this would be billed as the “Bag of Tricks” bout. We hastily drew up the specifics of the plan and we both signed, although I despised having to do it for such a sleazy motherfucker. I had a week and half to pull this off and market the bout for sale, although I knew it would be an immediate sell out. I didn't have any doubts about whether Nadia would agree, she'd do almost anything to please me, but I was concerned about leaving for Japan two days after her bout. I didn't know how she'd feel about that.
As usual, whenever I look forward to something like this so anxiously, time just seems to drag on forever. This was no exception. I did manage to have some fun as we brainstormed for items to place in her “Bag of Tricks.” I was truly intrigued by it all and the items we came up with were certain to cause some undue pain. I also didn't want her to get all wrapped up in thinking about the bout so I did my best to keep her mind off things during the week. This had to be the greatest sex week of my life as she was literally fucking me raw. She had me hurting so bad that I could barely walk, I felt like a cripple. I wasn't keeping tabs, but I heard through confidential sources that Amanda did nothing but think about and dwell on this upcoming fight and I was thinking that she'd worry herself sick. So if putting up with some ungodly pain was going to keep my baby relaxed, then I was willing to do my part to help out. Fight night was slowly getting closer and even though there was only to be one bout on the card, the tickets sold out in less than three hours. I knew that this would be a hot ticket, so I planned accordingly. I sold and sold, and finally oversold, every seat in the house was gone. I made arrangements to place an extra 80 seats behind the iron railing as well as some standing room only passes. I sold a total of three hundred and forty five tickets at $350 apiece. My gate contract with Joseph was only guaranteed for permanent seating, anything over and above was mine. So, my thirty five percent of the gate plus was not too shabby. The only thing that aggravated me to no end was that it was the girls and yours truly that were helping line Joseph's pockets. He didn't deserve to be sharing in this major payday. I headed out the door to meet Nadia to go over the complete details of the match. She only knew that she was to fight Amanda in a couple of days and that she'd be allowed to use the items we selected. I needed to go over the other items that weren't the basic norm. We met for dinner at a little secluded Italian restaurant and as we sipped from our wine glasses, I began to fill in the blanks that would be of interest to her. Many things were to be the same, such as the 16X16 ring, the three-minute rounds with a one and a half minute rest period between rounds. Being a battle of champions, the bout would last a total of fifteen rounds, won by a submission, or a TKO could be declared by either fighter's manager, but only after the fight reached the halfway point. Joseph couldn't throw in the towel to end the bout until midway through the eighth round. What the hell, it was his idea. The bout would be fought inside and outside the ring; Joseph would be in Amanda's corner while I would be in hers. Both Joseph and I would be chained to the corner post allowing us to maneuver three feet to either side of the post. This would temporarily restrict us to our respective corners, but we were allowed to reach inside the ring and help our fighters as we pleased. So it was going to be important to try and draw her over to our corner. A key to unlock the chains would be taped to a location outside the ring, and whoever got to it could unlock their second allowing him to assist wherever he pleased, as long as it remained outside the ring. Lastly, their fighting attire would be different from what they've been used to. Since both women looked so good in their short, tight fitting skirts, it was determined that they were to be dressed during this fight. Each would be required to wear their very short skirts, panties, pantyhose or stockings, whichever they preferred, a minimum of a three inch heeled shoe with straps, and a tight fitting sport tank blouse without bras. She frowned upon hearing about the clothing and indicated that it would hinder her advantage she felt she had in quickness. I told her the fighting attire was my idea because she looked so hot when she attacked Amanda in my office. She was a sucker for a compliment and always enjoyed hearing how hot she looked. Plus, I told her that she seemed to move without trouble that day so I assumed that she'd be fine. She asked if there was anything more that I hadn't told her but I let her know that she was now fully informed. She then took a drink from her wine glass, removed her foot from her shoe and lifted it over towards me, hidden beneath the table and tablecloth. She placed it between my legs and used it to press forward against my crotch. I'm certain I turned red and looked around the restaurant to see if anyone noticed, but it felt so good I allowed her to work it at her own pace as I enjoyed the best Italian meal I had ever had. When dinner was through, we headed back to the arena and enjoyed another wonderful evening of non-stop sex, most of which took place in the whirlpool tub. For two more days and nights, all we did was enjoy ourselves sexually, you name it and we were doing it, leaving no stone unturned. I wasn't sure that we should be doing it so much, but it kept her mind off of Amanda and she just seemed to have the most insatiable sex drive going right now and I didn't want it to stop. The day of the fight arrived and as I showered in the north end dressing room, Nadia soon joined me and hungrily placed my cock in her mouth and went to work. The next thing I knew, we were both on the floor and my face was buried down between her killer thighs, licking and lapping her into a screaming and moaning frenzy. She couldn't get enough and I was having a difficult time trying to keep up. Every time I'd think my dick was through and there would be no way for it to get hard again, she somehow managed to get it back up, hop on and ride me till it hurt. I finally crawled away, literally, six hours before fight time and told her no more, she needed her rest. I left her on the sofa, massaging her pussy with her right hand as she lay there making light moaning sounds. I felt like my dick were about to fall off as I wrapped myself in a robe and left the room. I had final arrangements to take care of and needed to find the energy to get them done. I checked back in on her after about an hour and she lay curled up on the sofa sleeping. I covered her with a blanket and went about my business, leaving her there to rest.
Rest she did as she slept hard for four straight hours. She could have slept longer but I had to wake her so she could start getting prepared. Neither of us counted on spending two whole days at the arena, but we did and she needed to go home and get her stuff. She hurried home and came right back, choosing to shower and prepare right here. As she got ready, I made sure everything was set and took a seat at the door, welcoming those who would have the pleasure of seeing these two renew their heated rivalry. It wasn't long before everyone started to arrive. I had free labor as I had six of my young fighters dressed sexily in short skirts and sexy tops, wandering around selling items such as soft drinks, popcorn and candy. Someone asked about beer but I told them I had no intention of securing a liquor license nor did I intend for anyone to attend one of these functions and get sauced. The girls didn't need to have any inebriated men or women in attendance, not knowing how they'd react to the girls as they fought in their states of undress. Amanda and Joseph arrived about forty minutes prior to the bout and immediately headed into the south end dressing rooms. She didn't seem to be nervous when she arrived, but she didn't smile either as she came with her game face on. I had greeted her in a friendly manner and she acknowledged my greeting. I even offered her the best of luck tonight and she thanked me as she kept on walking. It was difficult to tell how sexy she was as her body was hidden beneath a thick, heavy sweatshirt and her hair was tucked up beneath a baseball cap. As I sat there collecting the final few tickets of the latecomers, I thought about how sexy she looked when she came to visit me at my office that very boring afternoon. I was certain she'd look dressed to kill when she'd head for the ring in about fifteen minutes. I instructed Samantha to take over as there were only three more tickets left to collect, and I wanted to check on Nadia and make sure she was all set to go. I went to her north end dressing room and knocked on the door announcing myself. I entered the room, she immediately wrapped her arms around me, and pulled my face down toward hers, placing her tongue inside my mouth while reaching for my crotch with her left hand. I couldn't believe she was still thinking about sex as her fight was now only ten minutes away. I returned her passionate kiss and raised my hand up onto her right breast, cupping and fondling it roughly with my left hand. Her breast felt so fine through the thin material of the blouse and her nipples hardened and stuck out like a couple of bullets. I immediately ceased with my fondling of her breast, as I didn't want to do anything that would draw Amanda's attention to her breasts, although I was certain it would be of little consequence. I gazed at her longingly as she was just so beautiful, looking sexy as ever in her cute, fighting attire. She was going to make a statement when she stepped inside that ring and it was going to scream out “I am Nadia and I am a beautiful young woman.” I grabbed her handbag and headed out the door telling her to get ready, I'd be announcing her in about five minutes. I hurried toward the ring; more nervous than I've ever been before any of the bouts I've held. There was a bit of anxiety knowing that in a few minutes, her sexy body was going to be savagely attacked by a woman who absolutely hates her and wants nothing more than to destroy her. I walked through the tunnel and looked around at the overflow crowd, all anxiously waiting for this fight to begin. I took a deep breath, grabbed the mic and pulled myself up into the ring.
The glare of the hot, bright lights beamed down upon me and I could feel the sweat run down from my hairline onto my forehead. I tapped on the microphone making sure it worked correctly, then went about getting everyone's attention and prepared to bring the fighters out to the ring. “Introducing first, the current champion of the Big J Fighting Federation with a combined record of twelve wins and five losses, heading down the aisle from the south wing, AAAAMAANNNNNDDDAAAAAA. The crowd erupted as they caught their first glimpse of the longhaired beauty as she strutted down across the floor and grabbed hold of the bottom rope, using it to pull herself up into the ring. Damn, she looked good as she entered in between the ropes and made her way around the ring. She smiled as she acknowledged the cheering crowd, but her smile seemed to be accompanied with a slight hint of nerves. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she played to the crowd while Joseph stood down on the floor, allowing Amanda to have her moment. Amanda is a twenty-four year old stunner who stands 5”4 inches tall and weighed in for tonight's epic battle at 124 pounds. With her heels, she was closer to 5”8 and looking every bit as good as I expected she would. She wore a pair of black, four-inch heels giving her a look of supremacy. She wore a pair of tanned hose and a black denim skirt; the hemline cut a full seven or eight inches above the tops of her knees. It sure made her legs look long and sexy while also giving her the look of having an extraordinary tan. She wore a hot pink top, the upper portion clinging tightly to her full, wholesome breasts. The tank top had spaghetti straps and clung tightly to her body, the bottom of the blouse revealing about an inch of her well tanned mid-section. I couldn't help but notice that she now donned two tattoos, one on the back of her right shoulder, the other along the bottom of her back. I couldn't tell what they were as they were obscured by her hair and clothing. She measured in with a 35D-23-35 body and her long, sandy colored hair hung a full four inches below her shoulders. She had the thickest and fullest set of locks that I'd ever seen on anyone, and it looked good, as it was a pure, all-natural curl. She moved over to her corner and placed her back against the turnbuckle, resting her arms along the tops of the ropes. Her face was painted up beautifully, very professional compared to the garish way she used to prepare herself for her matches. Just the right amount of mascara and eyeliner, her eyelashes looking dark and long, and a hint of eye shadow to give her look some added color. Just the right touch of makeup covered her face, blending in nicely to give her that deep, tanned look, and her lipstick was a deep, hot pink, wet and luscious to match her hot, pink top. Her long nails were painted pink also, matching the wet, hot look that moistened her lips. With as much sex as I've had the past week, I was amazed to feel a pleasurable twinge down inside my trousers. She leaned her head back upon the top turnbuckle and waited as I announced her opponent for this evenings fight. Now introducing the current Queen of the Ring, as she heads out from the north tunnel, she enters tonight's epic struggle with a record of fourteen wins and two losses, the Ukrainian Goddess, NAAAADDEEEEEEEEYYAAAAAA. Nadia strutted out from the tunnel and climbed up the steps, clearly looking the part of the prima donna. She climbed between the ropes and the crowd was beside themselves as they cast their eyes upon her god given beauty. She was wearing the shortest of the short, mini, blue jean skirt. The hemline was just beneath her shapely butt cheeks and she too chose to wear a pair of suntanned hose. She was a twenty-five year old beauty who stood 5”5 inches tall although her shiny black heels made her every bit of 5”9. She weighed in at a very sexy 129 pounds upon her 34C-24-35 inch frame. Her long golden hair hung down about the center of her back as she paraded around the ring, sexy beyond belief as she worked the crowd into a wanton frenzy. She too wore a tight fitting, spaghetti strapped, sport tank top, white to highlight her deep, rich tan and because she knows just how good she looks in white. As she paraded past me beneath the bright lights of the ring, I noticed that I could see the outline of her areola right through the tight fitting top. The form-fitting blouse clung to her shapely body, the top of the blouse caressing her breasts as tightly as I had all week long. Her nipples had begun to harden as the crowd noise had clearly aroused her somewhat. She too looked to be leggy as she made her way to her corner, also taking a stance as she leaned backward against the turnbuckles. She too took the extra steps to do her makeup flawlessly. Just the right amount of everything, from the perfect shaping of her eyebrows to the perfection in which her lip-gloss was painted onto her lips. Her lips were as red as red can be and her long nails were painted to match. She was simply beautiful beyond compare and any supermodel would feel a bit insecure if they were to stand next to her. I called the girls to the rings center and Joseph climbed up into the ring to stand with his fighter. I used the mic to go over the specifics so everyone in the crowd would be familiar with the format. Both women glared at each other with sheer hatred in their eyes, and I don't think either woman heard one single word that I said. I finished with the spiel and offered both women the best of luck. They each returned to their corners and I moved over to Amanda's corner and ran the chain through Joseph's belt loop, wrapped it around his belt and secured it. I told Amanda that the key to unlock him was taped to the wall in the south tunnel, leading back to her dressing room. She nodded that she understood and I quickly moved over to my corner and did the same. I winked at Nadia and told her how much I loved her. I could see in her eyes how much that meant to her. I also couldn't help but notice that her high beams were on and that was probably not a good thing. I told her to put those things away but she simply glanced downward and said, “It's nothing that I can control.” Her hard, erect nipples were sticking way out as she turned to face Amanda, who stood across the ring waiting for the bell. I wished my baby good luck and the bell rang to begin round one.
The bell rang to begin round one and both sexy beauties moved forward from their corners and started moving gingerly around the ring. This wasn't new territory as both women were veterans of the ring circuit, but it was a bit different as they moved with those four-inch heels strapped to their feet. They both circled to the right, their left hands extended outward with their left leg in front of the right, feigning the occasional attack as they moved. Nadia's long hair swayed a bit as she moved, swinging a bit from side to side down upon her back. Amanda's thick mane held steady, as she didn't seem to be as shaky as her opponent. I know I enjoyed the look of their stocking legs as they circled, the lights glistening upon the nylon material and the skirts already rising a bit toward their hips as they moved. The crowd was going to be electric tonight as the noise was already at a mild roar and nothing had even happened as of yet. The girls were exchanging pleasantries as this was not going to be a bout of concern for one another. Amanda sprung forward and we were underway as they both locked their hands into the other's long hair. Each woman secured a good; two handed grip upon the other's scalp and started trying to jerk each other's head from side to side. Both women looked a bit clumsy as they maneuvered upon their high-heeled shoes and the first shrieks of pain filled the center of the ring. Amanda was also the first to launch the first attack as she removed her right hand from the hair and slammed it forward, striking Nadia in the exposed area of her tanned belly. Amanda's fist made a thwacking sound as it smacked against her flesh and she quickly followed it up with two more shots. My girl was ooffing and woofing from the blows and staggered slightly as she started moving backward towards the wrong corner. Nadia countered by removing her right hand from Amanda's thick mane and latched on tightly to her left tit. She pressed her fingers deep into the soft material of the blouse and twisted, squeezing on it like it were a sponge and immediately tried to reshape Amanda's large orb. Amanda let out a yowling sound as she felt Nadia's long, sharp nails penetrate down through the flimsy, pink material. The forward motion ceased and they were moving around in circles again. Nadia was latched on tightly to the tit, really giving it an early working over as Amanda's face showed the stress she was in. Amanda launched an attack of her own as she drew her fist back and sent it flying toward Nadia's face. The fist landed solidly near her left eye and knocked her sideways as she stumbled upon her heeled shoes and fell down onto her knees. I cringed when I saw the fist nail her across the face. She knelt with a dumfounded look as Amanda moved in quickly for some more. I don't know if she forgot it was no holds barred, but she didn't look prepared for that punch to her face. Amanda was on top of her quickly as she grabbed a two fisted hold of Nadia's long blonde locks and yanked upwards, eliciting a yelp to pass through those glossy red lips. Amanda raised her right knee, slamming it hard into the underside of Nadia's left breast. Nadia groaned painfully as her breast was compressed beneath the knee, flattened against her chest. Her tit meat wobbled beneath the tight fitting top while Amanda's foot returned to the mats surface. Things weren't starting well for my blonde haired beauty and they were going to get worse as Amanda grabbed hold of the front of her hair and dragged her across the mat to her corner, where Joseph was anxiously waiting. Nadia wailed as she moved across the mat upon her knees. Amanda pulled Nadia up onto her feet and Joseph reached in and grabbed hold of Nadia's hair and pulled her forward against the ropes. Nadia fell forward against the ropes and Amanda reached out grabbing hold of Nadia's arms and pulled, placing them behind her back and held them tightly. Joseph cocked his fist forward and drove it hard against my woman's belly. It was a viciously hard shot, hammering her in the lower area of the mid-section and had her woofing out loudly while trying to bend over at the waist. Amanda held tightly, preventing her from bending over and Joseph sent his fist forward again; driving it hard into the upper section of the short, blue denim skirt. Nadia woooffed again as her body instinctively tried to bend over forward while lifting her right knee upwards toward her aching belly. She held it there momentarily, almost as if it was a means of defense, but Amanda wrenched back on her arms and she dropped her foot back to the floor, opening her up for another shot to the belly. The crowd wasn't disappointed as Joseph landed another blow, landing it with a loud whoomping sound against her bare mid-section. Nadia blew air heavily out through her mouth and slumped downward, Amanda struggling to hold her up. I was already clock watching as I was concerned about the pounding she was taking across the way. This was not how I imagined this fight starting out, and with Joseph helping; it could get ugly real quick. The clock wasn't moving fast enough as I watched Amanda lift her back up and spin her around, Joseph grabbing her under her arms and dangling them across the top rope. She hung down heavily upon them, slumping heavily toward the floor while Amanda sized her up and took aim, driving her right fist hard, slamming it against Nadia's left eye. Nadia's head snapped to the side as she grunted and absorbed the painful blow against her beautiful face. Amanda backed away, looked at her opponent dangling from the ropes and went quickly to her bag, reaching in and pulling out a roll of white, cloth tape. She held out her hand, giving it to Joseph who worked quickly as he wrapped Amanda's right hand with the tape. Not wanting to lose valuable time, she quickly unloaded and landed a solid shot against Nadia's left eye and cheek. The blow landed full force and rocked her head to the side, her long flowing hair flying around as her head bobbed downward. It was evident that Amanda had a plan and it was to fuck up the Ukrainian princess badly. She unloaded again, the fist slamming hard against the cheekbone, causing her head to bound around before falling down toward her chest. Nadia tried to lift her head upward and I caught a glimpse of where the taped knuckle had opened a small cut just beneath her eye. My sexy girl was all that in her short mini and sexy hose, but she was dangling from the ropes like a rag doll and getting pounded at will by Amanda's taped fist. Over and over, Amanda zeroed in on the eye of the blonde, each landing with powerful thuds while taking a terrible toll on her beautiful face. Amanda turned away from Nadia and looked over at me and smiled, then delivered an uppercut that smashed upward into her hanging head. The blow landed just as hard as the others, jolting her head upward and sent blood spraying the air around her. Amanda reached out, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her head upward as the bell rang to signal the end of round one. Amanda held her head steady, thinking about it, but ended up pulling her forward from the ropes and threw her face first down onto the canvas. Nadia hit the canvas and lay there nearly motionless, her weak attempts at trying to lift her head up off the mat.
Nadia looked pathetically weak as she tried to push up onto her hands, trying to lift her head up off the mat. Amanda towered over her prone body, facing Joseph outside the ring as he held a bottle up to her opened mouth, shooting a stream of water inside. Amanda swished the water around in her mouth, then turned her head and spit the water down onto Nadia. She then turned and bent down, grabbing a fistful of hair and dragged Nadia over to me in her corner. She deposited the bloodied Nadia onto the floor and looked me in the eye and said, “Your girlfriend isn't going to look to pretty when I'm finished with her.” She spun around and moved back to her corner as I tended to the already battered Nadia. I reached in and helped her up onto her knees, leaning her across the center rope to hold her erect. I knelt down in front of her and went to work on her bloodied face. Amanda had really worked her over, opening a cut on her left cheekbone just beneath the eye and bloodying her nose. Her eye was already becoming puffy as Amanda really pounded away, beating her about the face at will. I looked into Nadia's glazed over eyes and all I could think to say was that I was sorry. I didn't tell her but it appeared that I was played like a fine violin. Amanda showing up at my door dressed sexily in a short skirt wasn't just a coincidence. Her chance meeting with Nadia, the sob story about how she had been taken advantage of by Joseph, and my feeling sorry for her and setting her up in this big money match. Adding insult to injury, I was going to give them sixty-five percent of the gate. I had been taken out to the back shed and whupped on but good. Amanda's scars were probably legit from a barbed wire match in which she was involved, but she was not the victim she portrayed. She learned how to become a vicious street fighter and I pitted my beautiful blonde baby against her, unprepared. I glanced over at Amanda as she glared across the ring, listening carefully to instruction from Joseph. I think I realized why Karen hadn't been in the ring since her fight with Amanda. I told Nadia to take a dive, that she didn't need to go through with this. But she shook her head from side to side, just as Amanda had figured that she would. We all knew that Nadia was stubborn and a true warrior, and as a warrior she would never give in without a fight. Amanda had probably counted on that. Nadia reached up grabbing hold of the top rope and used it to pull herself up to her feet. As she steadied herself upon her black heels, the bell rang to signal the start of round two.
The bell rang to begin round two and Amanda hurried across the ring to the corner, grabbed hold of Nadia's long golden locks and yanked, pulling her away from the ropes and flung her down onto the canvas. Nadia hit the tightly stung, blue canvassed surface and bounced before settling against it on her back. She lay on her back with her legs bent at the knees, giving a good shot of the area beneath her micro mini. Nadia opted to wear pantyhose instead of the stockings and I could also see she wore a white panty beneath her hose. Amanda strutted over and used her black heel, driving the toe hard against the left side of Nadia's ribs. Nadia let out a painful groan as she rolled over onto her side, facing away from her wavy haired opponent. Amanda screamed down at her “cunt, bitch” as she drew back her leg and drove the toe of her heel into Nadia's back. Nadia hollered out as she arched backward while reaching for her lower back with her right hand. She spun a quarter turn on the mat as she dug her heels into the mat and pushed herself forward. Amanda moved along with her and drove her foot into the lower section of the back again, causing Nadia to scream out painfully as she rolled onto her belly, trying to crawl along the mats surface while holding onto her back. She was already getting whacked around again but I couldn't help but think just how sexy she looked in her heels, hose and short skirt as she moved down upon the mat. Amanda reached down grabbing a handful of hair and pulled the Ukrainian she-devil up off the mat and led her to the corner where Joseph unloaded another heavy shot into the exposed belly flesh of the blonde headed beauty. Nadia doubled over and ooooffffed deeply as the blow sent her dropping down onto her knees. Amanda positioned herself behind her and drove the toe of her shoe back into the lower section of the back. Nadia wailed out in pain as she reached for her lower backside and fell over onto her left side. Amanda grabbed another handful of hair and yanked her back up to her feet. She maneuvered her into place and Joseph sank his fist deep into the tanned belly flesh of the blonde, doubling her over and dropping her like a stone back down to her knees. She knelt there on the canvas, bent over with her forehead resting on the mat, groaning and caressing her belly. Amanda grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her onto her feet, spinning her around and throwing her arms up and over the top rope. Nadia was hurting again as she hung limply upon the ropes, her head hanging toward her chest and her long hair hanging down toward the mat. Amanda reached forward and grabbed onto both of Nadia's, meaty breasts. Amanda clamped on tightly, easily crushing and twisting at the flesh through the soft material of the blouse. There just wasn't the same support she received from one of her many, sexy bras. Her flesh was being mangled in every which way, and Amanda seemed to be delighted in the rough treatment she was giving to Nadia's tits. It looked like she walked into a walk-in freezer; Nadia's head lamps went on high beam from the rough handling and Amanda turned and smiled a devilish smile. Joseph reached up grabbing hold of the hair on the back of Nadia's head and pulled, yanking her head back across the top rope. Amanda zeroed in on Nadia's hardened nipples, pinching on tightly to the large units as they protruded outward into the soft, white material. I knew it wouldn't be long before she went for them because I'm sure she remembers that the breasts are Nadia's weak point. She pinched and pulled, twisting the nipples hard upon the soft breast meat. Nadia raised her right leg upward, her knee barely grazing the front of Amanda's skirt. Amanda pulled back yelling “I don't think so cunt” and slapped her hard across the left side of her face. The loud smack rang loudly from across the ring, her head jolted slightly to the side but held in check by the hold on the back of her hair. Amanda hammered her again, sending an open-handed blow up against the eye and cheekbone. Amanda backed away, went back over to her bag of tricks and reached inside, grabbing for the second of her four items. Joseph held tightly to the back of Nadia's hair with the right hand and reached across her shoulder with the left, grabbing for the soft white material of the blouse and lifting it upward, raising it up over her tits. Nadia's tits looked all to fine as her nipples stood erect, hard and thick like they were screaming out to me. I felt helpless as Joseph lowered his hand down onto her left breast, his large hand engulfing it and squeezed on it painfully hard. Nadia whelped out in pain as she stomped her heeled foot down onto the canvas surface, the heel hitting the mat repeatedly. Amanda rose up from her bag and walked over to show me what she had. She held out her hand and showed me a rough, copper-scouring pad. She told me it had never touched a pot or pan but it was about to be introduced to Nadia's sensitive nipples. A warmth overwhelmed my body, as I knew that I was helpless to rescue her. That steel pad was going to do a number on her nipples and as sensitive as they are, it was going to be pure torture for her. Amanda strutted across the ring on her high-heeled shoes, moving across with a sexy wag and punched Nadia across the face, her fist slamming up against the left eye and cheek once again. Nadia grunted from the forceful impact of the punch, and then began wailing in agony as Amanda began working on the left nipple, rubbing and grinding the copper pad against her hard, stiff beef tip. Nadia kicked her legs frantically, kicking only at air as Amanda strategically stood just off to Nadia's right, out of harms way while holding the tit tightly with the left hand, working the pad harshly upon the nipple with the right. She briefly removed her hand from the tit, admiring how quickly the nipple had begun to darken, then used it to clamp hold of the stiff puppy, pinched hard and pulled, the rough edges lightly cutting at the tip of her majestic chest. Nadia was beside herself as she launched her legs into the air, coming back down and landing solidly against the mat, her sexy, shapely ass now perched upon the center rope with tears rolling down across her cheeks. Amanda was talking to her as she paused to watch her hated rival cringe in fear awaiting her next assault. Amanda backed away and then stepped back towards her, launching her right leg upward, driving her knee and thigh up against the blonde's chest. Nadia's tits flattened beneath the crushing blow from the leg and bounced back, swaying slightly upon her chest. Amanda reached out clamping onto the tit with the left hand and again went about the task of grinding the steel pad roughly back and forth across the thick nipple. Blood had begun to stream down onto her face as her cut just beneath the eye had started to flow lightly. She rose up onto her feet and kicked her feet back into the air, again hitting nothing but the mat when she came back down. Amanda removed the pad from the tip of the tit and it seemed to glow from the deep, red color it had taken on. Amanda dropped the pad onto the floor and took aim with the right hand, driving it hard against the outer portion of the tit, the open-handed blow cracking loudly while causing both tits to shake vigorously from the impact. Amanda hauled back her arm, and sent her hand flying, the palm of her hand landing squarely against the side of the left tit, knocking it inward and again, causing her hanging flesh to shake and wobble heavily. Nadia's tits weren't the kind that looked like they were hanging from a cow, she had nice tits, soft, but with nice shape and form, but the force of the powerful blows Amanda was landing with really had her shapely tits shaking. Again and again, Amanda directed blow after blow against the reddening breast meat, each blow causing Nadia to wail out painfully while the large tears streamed downward upon her face. I knew that the end of the round was nearing and also knew that from the painful beating Amanda was giving, the palm of her hand also had to be hurting quite a bit from the stinging blows that were cracking upon Nadia's soft flesh. My thoughts proved true as Amanda paused and shook her hand, working her fingers as the pain resonated with her just a bit. I knew that was nothing to the fire my girl was feeling burn upon her chest, her left breast a deep, dark red from the powerful beating it had absorbed. Amanda latched her sore right hand onto the tit, plunged her long nails deep into the flesh on the upper section of the tit while driving her thumbnail in from the bottom. She squeezed her hand tightly, pressing deep into the flesh and worked her fingers back and forth; clawing and leaving large scratch marks upon the blazing red meat. The bell rang ending the second round and Amanda immediately turned loose of the tit, but drove one more open-handed blow cracking across the flesh. Nadia wailed out painfully as Joseph turned loose of her hair. Amanda grabbed her by the hair and led her across the ring, depositing her onto the floor and telling me “I want you to freshen the Russian cunt up so I can beat her ass till she's ugly. I've got a few more surprises for her tits.” She then reached up, cupping her own breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, and then turned and returned to her corner across the way.
I knelt down quickly, immediately going to work on the embattled blonde. I sat her down with her back leaning up against the corner. I crawled through the ropes and placed a cold, wet rag on her eye as it had begun to worsen. I also took a cold wet towel and applied it to her left breast. She shrieked and winced in pain as the cold towel came into contact with her flaming breast. I held it there momentarily before pulling it away to examine the damage. It was as expected, the scouring pad abrading and scuffing up the soft tissue of the areola and nipple. The tip of her tit looked as if it had been rubbed raw. It was a fire red and you could almost see the heat rising up from it. I also noticed that she managed to gouge it across the bottom of her breast along the crease, hitting the area where the under wiring of her bra would normally be. It looked to be raw on that section of the flesh also. Fortunately, Amanda stayed away from the punching aspect of the bout so the damage inflicted upon her face was minimal. A trickle of blood from her cut, reddening around the cheek area from the hard slaps, and a bit more swelling around her left eye. Amanda stood in her corner, facing the corner listening to Joseph and nodding her head. She intermittently took in sips of water as she stood there looking sexy in her short mini. She tossed her bottle aside and grabbed hold of the top rope, lifting her right leg while bending it at the knee and flexing. I couldn't tell if it was bothering her or if she was just loosening it up for the upcoming round. I helped Nadia to her feet and then allowed her to drink down some water. She gulped it down with a savage thirst, like she'd been in the desert for a week. I applied some pressure with the cold, damp towel again to the tip of her breast and received the same, resistant reaction. This wasn't good as I pulled it away and lowered her blouse across her breasts. I noticed that her blouse was speckled a bit with her blood. I encouraged her to be ready and take the fight to her, but I feared that there was to be more of her blood spilled before this night was through. The minute and a half was up as the bell rang to begin round three.
The bell rang to begin round three and she moved tentatively out from the corner. No matter what her face looked like at this time, her body still was the bomb, as she looked great in her short, sexy outfit. Amanda moved out from her corner also and I noticed that she had cloth tape wrapped around both hands as she repeatedly stretched her fingers, opening and closing them into fists. Nadia raised her fists upward, showing that she was ready to defend herself. They circled cautiously, although Amanda seemed to be the more confident fighter at this time. Amanda moved in closer and Nadia took a swing, aiming for the side of Amanda's head. Amanda ducked the blow and Nadia hit nothing but air. Amanda countered with a hard right slamming up against the white material of the blouse, targeting the rib area just beneath the left breast. It landed with a solid thump as Nadia let out a pained grunt and her body stiffened slightly. Nadia reacted and pulled her elbow in tight against her ribs, holding it there and backing away a step or two. Amanda pursued her like Frazier chased Ali, boring in with both fists held high, looking for an opening. Amanda faked with the right and Nadia bit, covering up her left ribs and Amanda uppercut her with a left, the blow landing hard against her tanned belly flesh, just above the waistband of the skirt. Nadia's mouth formed into the perfect “O” as she grimaced and reflected the pain in her eyes. Amanda was cat quick as she threw her right forward, driving the taped knuckles of her fist hard against the upper left cheekbone, targeting the already puffy eye. Nadia staggered back on her tall heels and went down onto her back, just like the classic knock down punch in boxing. Nadia landed on the seat of her short skirt before the rest of her body crashed down onto the canvas. Amanda's stance with her right hand held low, down in front of her looked like the classic Ali pose. Amanda held that pose briefly, then went over and reached down grabbing a handful of hair and pulled Nadia up onto her feet. She was wobbly as she stood upon her black heels and Amanda drove her fist hard against the left side of Nadia's face. Nadia spun to her right as Amanda turned loose of the hair, and the blonde beauty went crashing back down to the blue canvas. Nadia lay on her right side, reaching out with her left arm, trying in vain to reach anything that might help her to her feet. She didn't have to wait long as Amanda grabbed her by the hair and raised her back onto her feet. Amanda held her by the hair with both hands and began whirling around and then letting go, sending Nadia flying sideways into the ropes and then crashing down to the mat. Nadia hit the ropes and sprang off, hitting and landing on the canvas on her left side. She hit and immediately rolled up onto her knees, and Amanda greeted her with a hard right foot, slamming upward into the right breast. Nadia's soft tits were encased snuggly within the tight fitting blouse and the top of Amanda's foot drove the breast hard against her chest, causing Nadia to moan in agony while flipping over and landing on her back. Nadia lay on her back cupping her right tit with both hands, her legs bent at the knees with both heels planted on the blue matted surface. Joseph and that side of the ring were surely receiving a great view into the thigh area up her skirt. It didn't last long as Amanda yanked her back up by the hair and slammed her taped fist across her cheek and sent her spiraling into the ropes down at Joseph's feet. Nadia lay partially in and partially outside the ring as she lay upon the lower rope, badly dazed and in serious trouble again. Joseph was not playing games as he lifted his hard soled shoe and stomped down on Nadia's right hand, driving it hard against the canvassed surface. Nadia screamed out in pain and I hollered across my protests, which surely fell upon deaf ears. He stomped his foot down onto her fingers causing her to wail out again, and then Amanda pulled her upward by the hair. Tears rolled down from Nadia's eyes as she clutched tightly to her fingers with her left hand. Amanda drew back her fist and slammed it forward, directing it against Nadia's eye and knocking her backwards against the ropes, where Joseph was ready and reached up grabbing hold of her hair, pinning her against the ropes. Joseph grabbed hold of Nadia's arms and pulled, lifting them across the top rope and pinned them behind her back. Amanda grabbed the front of the blouse and lifted it upward, stretching it high above and locking it onto Nadia's head, leaving her completely blinded. It looked like something out of a hockey game, her head wrapped within the material of the blouse. Nadia's naked breasts were left uncovered and Amanda wasted no time as she slammed her tape-covered fist forward, driving Nadia's soft breast inward, flattening it against the breastbone. Nadia's face was hidden, but you could hear her distinct accented moan as the fist slammed against her tender meat. Both breasts shook from the impact and then quickly settled before Amanda drove her fist against it again. Nadia moaned out painfully as she slumped downward, her beautiful, tight ass coming to rest upon the center rope. Amanda repositioned herself between Nadia's slightly opened legs and sent an uppercut into the left breast, the tit meat flinging upward before bobbing around heavily upon her aching chest. Again and again, she repeatedly pounded her fist up into the softened, hanging flesh, forcing her to scream out painfully to the delight of those in attendance. This is what they paid to come see, and unfortunately, it was my girl on the receiving end of it all. After about the tenth blow against the breast, Amanda paused and moved in close into her hated rival, grabbed hold of both tits and squeezed tightly. She lowered her head down near Nadia's ear and was obviously talking to her again, and then she thrust her knee upward, driving it up between my girl's thighs, landing it with a solid thud. Nadia let out a painful gasp as her body danced and dangled while shaking the ropes around the ring. Amanda reached down grabbing the hemline of the short skirt and raised it a little, providing a better view of her upper thigh area and crotch. Amanda positioned her right thigh between Nadia's legs, moving it from right to left, creating a bit more of an opening, and then launched her knee upward, driving her kneecap up between Nadia's killer thighs. Nadia moaned loudly as the knee thumped hard upon her pubic bone. Joseph placed his arms underneath Nadia's and helped raise her back to her feet, while Amanda turned and grinned at me across the way. She raised her right fist, waving it at me and then turned and pummeled it against the raw flesh of Nadia's left tit. The taped fist pounded against the soft meat, driving it inward toward the breastbone, flattened against the chest causing Nadia to groan loudly and then begin gasping deeply for air. Amanda turned and walked away from her gasping rival, sexily strutting over to Nadia's corner where I was chained. She placed her taped hands upon her breasts and began massaging them gently. “I thought you might want something to remind you what a breast looks like when it gets fondled' she said. She immediately followed that up with “You're not going to be doing anything to hers for quite a while after I'm through with her.” The bell rang signaling the end of round three and she hurried across the way and hammered her fist three times in succession, each blow landing solidly against her sore, aching beef, and then grabbed her hair and pulled her across the canvas, flinging her down upon the mat in front of me.
Nadia lay upon the canvas crumpled up into a heap down near my feet. I knelt down to begin tending to her bloodied, bruised body. Blood again oozing down upon her swollen cheek, rolling down the side of her face. Her eyes were red from tears as she complained that her hand and fingers were hurting her badly. Although she hadn't put up any fight whatsoever and was receiving a severe beating, her body was still soaked with sweat from the heat and humidity beneath the bright lights of the ring. Across the way, Amanda was gulping down the fluids as she was exerting a lot of physical energy in this bout. Her long wavy hair had begun to form ringlets from the heat and sweat. I tended to Nadia's badly beaten breast, as this had seemed to become the secondary target of Amanda's attacks. The terrible pounding she had absorbed, and amazingly, her nipples were still pert and erect. I didn't dare touch them too much for the fear that the slightest touch was unbearably painful. I was hoping that somehow, they'd shrivel up and return to normal mode. I briefly took the damp towel to her cheekbone, wiping away the blood and examining the cut. It still didn't appear to be too bad, but the swelling could soon be a major problem. I lifted her back onto her feet and doused her face with some cold water, hoping that somehow it may revitalize and reenergize her. The bell rang and round four was underway.
The bell rang to start round four and Nadia still looked quite woozy as she turned to face her adversary. Amanda was quite fresh and had a bounce about her as she made her way across the ring, hooking up with Nadia only a few feet in front of me. Unfortunately, it wasn't close enough where I could reach out and grab her. Amanda reached up and grabbed hold of Nadia by the hair and pulled, swinging her around clumsily before sending her flying and landing upon her back down on the mat. Nadia's sexy body hit and bounced upon the mat's surface, where Amanda quickly pursued her and lifted her back up by the hair. She pulled and flung her around and sent her flying through the air once again, soaring and then crashing hard upon the canvas. Nadia hit and bounced, her legs flying open providing many of the lucky folks in attendance a wide, open view up her skirt and between her legs. Amanda was back on her like a cat, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking her back onto her feet. Applying the other hand, she swung her around and tossed her across the mat, landing solidly upon her backside once again. She hit and lay there struggling, reaching for the painful area that burned upon her scalp. Amanda grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up again, this time leading her and sending her sprawling between the ropes and down onto the floor outside the ring. Nadia hit hard, her arms hardly providing any protection as they weakly crumpled and her head hit solidly against the thinly carpeted surface. She hit and rolled over a couple of times, and slowly tried to rise up onto her hands and knees. Amanda climbed between the ropes and carefully sat down, lowering herself down onto the carpeted surface. It was strange seeing her move so gingerly, but the heels were different from any other type of shoe the girls had worn. Amanda hit the floor and immediately moved over to Nadia and helped her onto her feet via a vicious hair pull. Amanda tucked her head up under her arm, locking her into a tightly held headlock and paraded her around down on the floor, leading her into the tunnel area and reached up grabbing the key to the lock that chained Joseph to the corner post. Amanda grabbed the key placing it into an inner pocket inside the waistband of her skirt and stepped back away from the wall, but couldn't resist rushing forward and ramming the top of Nadia's head against the wall. Nadia hit the wall with a clunk, bounded off and staggered around before dropping down onto the seat of her sexy skirt. Nadia appeared to be very disoriented as she sat upon the floor, shaking her head and swaying from side to side. Amanda moved over to the lower level seating and physically removed a guest from his seat and picked up his folding chair and collapsed it. Nadia was leaned over with the palm of her left hand flat upon the floors surface, using it to push upward onto her knees as Amanda approached. I could see it coming and felt horribly helpless as Amanda raised the chair into the air and sent it crashing against Nadia's back. Just like on the pro wrestling circuit, the chair had finally been introduced into one of my matches. Nadia let out a painful groan as she buckled beneath the force of the chair and collapsed downward, arching backward and writhing upon her right side. Amanda lifted the chair toward the heavens and slammed it down upon Nadia's left shoulder and arm. The crowd was really into it as they cheered and urged Amanda to pour it on. Amanda playing to the crowd like a pro raised the chair high into the air and slammed it back down onto Nadia's left side. Nadia rolled and groaned in agony, grabbing for her left arm while her eyes were clenched tightly shut reflecting the pain that she was feeling. Amanda tossed the chair aside and bent down grabbing Nadia by the hair, pulling her reluctantly to her feet. Holding her head tightly beneath right arm, Amanda hurried forward, driving the top of Nadia's head into the iron rail barrier that surrounds the ring. Nadia hit the rail and dropped to the floor like she'd been shot, landing on her backside and continuing on down to the floor. Amanda quickly helped her back up by the hair, dragged her around the barrier and led her toward the ring. Holding her tightly on the back of her long, golden hair, Amanda directed Nadia's forehead hard into the steel corner post of the ring. Nadia's head rammed hard against the post, immediately knocking her down onto the floor dazed and barely moving. Amanda was displaying a particularly vicious side of her nature that I had never before or imagined she was capable of. She grinned from ear to ear and hollered out to me “I'm just getting started with this Russian cunt.” She bent over grabbing Nadia by the hair and lifted her upward. She dragged her over to the iron railing and spun her around, draping her arms over the top, using it to help hold Nadia in an upright position. She strutted around the ring and handed the key to Joseph who quickly went about unlocking himself from the corner post. Amanda reached into her bag, grabbed hold of the tape, and rewrapped her right hand, opening and closing it while making sure she had the full range of flexibility. She walked back around and stood directly in front of her dazed and battered foe, sizing her up for the next part of her vicious assault. Amanda moved in closely, grabbing hold of Nadia's long mane with the left hand and pulled her head back across the rail, and then in a quick rapid motion, began pounding her fist down onto the left cheek and eye of my girl. Eight or nine blows rained down upon her face, each landing solidly while Amanda's grip upon the hair helped hold her head steady. Joseph was freed and jumped down from the rings apron and headed over to the women battlers. Amanda pulled Nadia up off the rail and grabbed hold of Nadia's hair on either side of her scalp, lifting her into a tall and erect position. Joseph approached and raised his right knee, driving it hard and deep into the unsuspecting Nadia's softened belly. Joseph's knee sank deep into the exposed tanned flesh of Nadia's mid-section, the blow removing whatever air she still had left, forcing her to double over and fall onto the floor, covering up her sexy midriff. Nadia lay crumpled upon the floor, coughing and gagging like she was trying to throw up, lying upon her right side. Blood covered the left side of her face as Amanda's fists opened her cut allowing the blood to flow freely. I felt as if I were in one of these bad “B” movies as I looked around to my right and left, feeling as if the arena were spinning around me in a rapid fashion. I was seeking something, anything as I watched my baby getting her ass pummeled. Amanda reached down grabbing a fistful of hair and lifted her back on to her knees. Amanda grabbed the left wrist and held Nadia's arm extended outward, Joseph did the same with the right arm. They raised her onto her feet while Amanda forced her head forward, bending her over at the waist. Amanda lifted her right knee, driving it upward and landing it solidly up against Nadia's mid-section. Nadia made an ooffing sound as the knee exploded up into her belly, and then Joseph followed with a knee shot of his own. Back and forth, they took turns lifting their knees up into her belly, each striking with great force as it appeared as though they were literally lifting her up off the floor. Each had landed seven shots apiece before turning her loose and allowing her to fall breathlessly down onto the floor. Nadia lay bleeding, face down on the floor, motionless except for the movement of her lungs breathing in and out; gasping desperately for some much needed air. Joseph reached over grabbing Amanda by the wrist and lifted her arm into the air while pointing at her, announcing, “Amanda is the one and only, real Queen in this arena.” They both stood there smiling as the bell rang bringing an end to another horrible round for my champion.
They both looked down upon the badly beaten body of the Queen as the crowd was in an uproar, cheering them on wildly as they took a certain amount of pride in what they had accomplished thus far. They left her lying there as they circled the ring and headed back to Amanda's corner. My immediate urges were to go help her, but I was not headed anywhere, bound by the chains that I wish I hadn't agreed to. Her short skirt was riding high upon her hips, all of her sexy, nylon covered legs exposed. I was feeling for her but still getting a bit aroused as I stared upon her sexy body. She really looked good wearing those short skirts. Amanda was across the ring taking in some water, drinking it down thirstily while alternately pausing to pour some down upon her head. The cold water was flattening out her hair somewhat as it ran down her hair and fell freely onto her shoulders. Nadia still laid upon the floor, looking quite the part of the beaten, bloodied fighter. Time quickly wound down and the bell rang to begin round five.
The bell rang to start round five and Nadia was still down upon the floor down outside the ring. Amanda made her way around the outside of the ring, reaching down and grabbing Nadia by the hair and pulled her onto her feet. The sexy blonde was wobbly as Amanda held her steady by the hair and arm. Amanda raised her leg, driving her knee hard against the upper portion of Nadia's blue jean skirt, forcing an unngh sound through my girl's lips as she attempted to bend over at the waist. Amanda held her upright and delivered another hard shot with the knee. Nadia oooofffed and slumped downward toward the floor, barely being held up by the hold upon her long, blonde hair. Amanda turned loose, allowing Nadia to collapse down to the floor, laying upon her right side groaning and clutching at her mid-section. Amanda knelt down, rolling Nadia onto her back and placing her knee upon her throat, pressing it hard upon her windpipe. Nadia grunted and kicked, the pain evident by her frantic reaction. She reached her hands up and tried prying the knee from her throat, but Amanda countered by driving her fist down hard, striking the front of the white, knit top and crushed the flesh of the left breast flat against the breastbone. Nadia let out a painful groan as she was overly sensitive to her breasts and Amanda had already given it a painful working over already. Nadia quickly covered up, but Amanda hammered her with the fist, ramming it against her bloodied face, targeting the area of the left eye. Nadia didn't have quick reactions any longer and before she could cover up, Amanda drilled her in the eye again, Nadia's blood covering her heavily taped fist. The crowd was really into it as they cheered Amanda on, wanting her to administer a brutal pounding upon the champ. Amanda needed no additional prodding as this was personal, and she was going to take out all of her frustrations from her earlier losses to the champ right now. She lifted her knee off her throat and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking Nadia upward into a seated position. Amanda held her by the hair with the left hand and directed her taped fist hard against the left cheek and eye of the Queen, jolting her head sideways and ripping her dampened locks from the hand, sending her back down onto the floor. Amanda rolled her onto her back, mounted her, sitting upon her chest, and landed several solid blows, each battering and smashing into the beautiful one's face. Tiring quickly, Amanda stood above her bloodied opponent, reached down grabbing a handful of hair and started dragging the blonde across the floor over toward the ring. Nadia was half dragged while making a pitiful attempt at crawling upon her knees. They were just down below me and Amanda lifted her head and pulled her onto her knees. I looked directly into the face of my babe and she was being beaten to a bloody pulp. Blood covered the left side of her face, several spots falling from her chin down onto her sexy white top. Her face was badly swollen and it wouldn't be long before her eye was completely closed. Her mouth was opened as she was desperately trying to breath, and her gums and pearly whites were stained with her blood as it eased inward from the corner of her mouth. Amanda reached down putting a hand beneath her arm and helped lift her onto her feet. She lifted her upward, placing her and shoving her up onto the rings apron, just outside the ring. Amanda grabbed hold of the bottom rope and pulled herself up, climbing onto the apron and rolling beneath the bottom rope, re-entering the ring. Reaching between the center and lower rope, she grabbed a handful of Nadia's long locks and pulled her back inside the ring. The Ukrainian looked ragged but sexy as she reluctantly entered back inside the squared circle. Nadia was down on all fours, the hair that wasn't being held tightly by Amanda's hand hung down from her head, dragging along the mats surface. Amanda strutted around her downed foe, holding tightly to the hair and moving around to Nadia's left side. She drew back her right leg slightly and directed it upward, driving the top of her foot and high-heeled shoe up into Nadia's face. A huge “ooohhhh” sound came from the crowd as Nadia absorbed the blow and fell from her knees down toward her right, her right side taking a seat upon the mat. Amanda yanked the hair, pulling her forward and back onto her knees and the crowd was screaming for some more. Even I was to the point where I couldn't help but admire the total dominance that Amanda was displaying tonight. I wasn't happy about it, but enjoyed watching her work. She directed her foot upward, driving it hard against the left side of Nadia's face. The foot landed hard while Amanda turned loose of the hair and Nadia tumbled over sideways, hitting the mat and rolling onto her back, reaching up and covering her face with both hands. Her heeled shoes were planted firmly upon the blue canvassed surface, her legs bent at the knees and her beautifully nylon covered legs on full display. Her tight fitting blue jean skirt was riding high upon her killer thighs and her exposed, tanned belly rose and fell with each hard breath that she took. The chest rose and fell also, and her sexy white top was showing more signs of her blood. There was to be no let up in Amanda as she quickly positioned herself to the side and lifted her foot upward, driving the heel of her shoe down onto the thinly covered flesh of the left breast. The crowd “oooohhhed” again as they saw her four-inch heel plunge downward into her soft, covered flesh, driving it hard against her chest. Nadia screamed out painfully as she reached down grabbing for her tit while thrashing around wildly down on the canvas. That one must have hurt her real bad as I could hear her sobbing and muttering something not quite audible. Joseph came climbing through the ropes and I immediately began protesting but to no avail as any and all decorum of this battle was no longer in existence. He reached down grabbing Nadia by the hair and pulled her up onto her knees, large, wet tears filling the areas around her good eye. He lowered her backside down upon her heels and pulled her arms behind her back, stretching them backward as he planted his foot firmly between her shoulders. Nadia moaned loudly as she felt the painful twinge in her shoulders and arms. Amanda fronted her and sent her foot forward, slamming the top of her foot hard into the bottom side of Nadia's left breast. Nadia wailed out in agony as Amanda's foot crushed up against the lower area of her tit flesh, lifting it and crushing it against her chest. Nadia's flesh jiggled beneath the knit fabric top and painfully sagged down from her chest as it settled. Amanda punted her foot forward again, driving her foot hard into the bottom of Nadia's breast. Again, Nadia screamed out painfully as she felt her sore, aching tit being driven hard against her upper breastbone. Nadia's sexy breast shook and wobbled sexily beneath her top, again finally and painfully hanging down from her chest. Amanda took a half step backward, and then launched her foot upward, crushing Nadia's meat against her chest for the third time. Nadia cried out painfully as her head fell down toward her chest, her long blonde hair hanging down toward the mats surface. Amanda backed away from her badly beaten foe, strutting around with a certain air of superiority. Joseph still held tightly to her, his foot pressing hard into her back. Amanda swung her head around, allowing her long, thick hair to fly around sexily. She looked awfully good also in her short skirt, sexy hose and tight fitting top. She took a deep breath and moved back toward the champ, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head up off her chest. Pulling her head backward, she again began raining blows down up the blonde's face and cheek. Eight or nine blows connected solidly against her face before she turned loose of the hair allowing her head to fall back down heavily toward her chest. The bell rang ending round five and Joseph turned loose of her arms allowing her to fall down onto the mat. Amanda bent down grabbing fistful of hair, dragged her over and deposited her in the corner. “Get the cunt cleaned up,” she instructed. “I want her to be looking her best when I come to really hurt her,” then she turned away and headed back across the ring.
I immediately grabbed a thoroughly soaked towel and applied it to her left cheek and eye. I didn't bother to ask if she were ready to quit because the word was just not part of her vocabulary. She had a deep gash upon her cheekbone and I turned and signaled for Doctor Gerald to come down and take a look. Her eye was now completely closed, the swelling looking quite grotesque upon her once beautiful face, and the blood was running freely from her cut. Gerald reached the ring and examined it briefly. He didn't have to look too hard to determine that stitches were required to close it up. He instructed me to stop the fight but I embarrassedly told him I couldn't for another two and half rounds. He asked if I had a death wish for her and started to walk away, but I grabbed his attention one final time and instructed him to walk into the tunnel and grab the key to my irons and bring it to me. I told him to make it look as though he had to go to the dressing room to bring something back to tend to Nadia, but to get me that damn key. He obliged and hurried away, returning quickly carrying a small jar of petroleum jelly. He smeared some upon her cheek, using it to form a resistant barrier on the cut, also to help stem the flow of blood running down upon her cheek. He slid me the key and returned to his ringside seat. Amanda was preoccupied across the way, drenching her head and face with a bottle of ice-cold water. You could almost see the moisture being absorbed by her hot, sweaty body. The front her of her sexy, hot pink top clung to her meaty, shapely breasts as she turned to wait out the final seconds of the break, staring across at her most hated enemy. Nadia still sat upon her backside, leaning backward against the turnbuckle as the bell rang to begin round six.
The bell rang to signal the beginning of round six, I was on my knees, talking hard, and fast, hoping that Nadia was listening to my every word. She sat there with her arms extended along the center ropes, looking out toward the center of the ring with her one good eye. She apparently wasn't listening as she tried to start rising up onto her feet. I tugged on the back of her skirt and pulled her back down. Fortunately, the maneuver looked natural, as it appeared that she was unable to pull herself up. I spoke in a much firmer tone as I instructed her to stay seated here in the corner. Valuable seconds were ticking off the clock and these were seconds that she wasn't getting her ass pounded. Amanda came about three fourths of the way across the ring and stood there, taunting her, trying to bait her into getting onto her feet. I could feel her trying to rise up again, but she so weak that she couldn't break free of the grip I held upon the back waistband of her skirt. I knew Nadia all to well and her foolish pride, and Amanda was saying all the right things to draw her out into the danger zone, but I knew a trick or two also and wasn't about to let her out of the corner. Her legs moved back and forth, attempting to rise, but she was headed nowhere. About forty seconds had expired and the inactivity of her hated opponent was overly agitating Amanda. Although irritated, she was no dummy and waited, exercising some patience, a virtue she rarely displayed. A full minute had expired and the bloodthirsty crowd was getting antsy, many hollering for Amanda to go and get her. Amanda kept taunting her, trying to badger her into coming out from the corner. I still held tightly to the back of the skirt and I could tell that Nadia was getting a bit stronger as it was becoming more of a tussle to hold her down. Amanda was getting more and more frustrated, anxious to work over her most hated enemy, but more so because the crowd was chanting at her to go and get her. I knew Amanda's ego and this was not working in her favor. I continued to hold tightly to the skirt, knowing that Amanda would finally give in and try to drag Nadia from her safe haven. Over a minute and half had passed and the crowd was very loud and booing, hollering for Nadia to come out and fight, while many others were begging Amanda to go and get her. Amanda had them all going on in her head now, the crowd hollering at her, confusion as she looked around from side to side, looking back at Joseph who was instructing her to stay away from the corner. She had to feel all alone standing in the ring, listening to how the roaring cheers of adoration had turned to catcalls and berating her for not initiating the action. The clock hit the two minute mark and she could no longer contain herself and she started yelling at Nadia, “You chicken shit bitch, if you're so afraid to fight me you shouldn't even be here” as she moved forward reaching for Nadia's hair. She latched hold of the front of Nadia's hair and began to pull, but I sprung from my knees and reached in grabbing hold of Amanda's thick long mane, pulling her forward and dragging her partially through the ropes. I wrapped my right arm around her head and neck, placing her into a nicely held front headlock. She stumbled as I dragged her forward and she dropped down onto her right knee, cussing and reaching up and digging her nails into the flesh of my right arm. Damn, her long nails hurt as they dug into my flesh, but I was determined to hold on dearly, trying to buy Nadia some much needed time during the round. I applied the pressure with my right arm, crushing it tightly to the side of her skull while reaching up underneath with the left, cupping it around her full, meaty right breast and started to squeeze at the flesh hidden beneath the pink top. Joseph hollered across the ring, protesting interference but he remained across the way, knowing his argument-lacked validity. I heard many in the crowd hollering for me to turn loose and let the girls fight it out, but this was not how I planned to get Nadia into the eighth round. Amanda hollered out painfully as I was putting a massive hurt upon her right breast, trying to squeeze the stuffing out of the tit. Nadia turned weakly, wrapping her arms around Amanda's left leg and leaned inward, finally doing a bit of damage on her own as she sank her teeth into the nylon-covered flesh of the leg. Amanda screamed out in agony as she felt the painful results of the bite chomping into the outer flesh of the leg. I wrenched the tit tightly in my hand, forcing a yip from her mouth, then turned loose of the tit and worked at removing her nails from my arm. I removed the left arm and pulled it behind her back, but needed to turn loose of the headlock to pin it there momentarily. I then grabbed her right arm, moving it behind her back and held it there, locking them tightly behind her back. Nadia continued to bite at her thigh while I moved her back into the ring area, lowering her neck down upon the center rope. I leaned downward, throwing my full weight upon the back of her head, forcing her down upon the rope, choking her unmercifully. She coughed and gagged as I bounced up and down, applying some serious pressure upon her neck and throat. The bell rang way sooner than necessary and as it did, Joseph climbed through the ropes to rescue his trapped fighter. I bounced a couple of more times, trying to take advantage of this opportunity, then turned her loose and shoved her backward inside the ring. Amanda stumbled backward, tumbling down onto the canvas, landing upon her back, gasping and coughing heavily while reaching up and grabbing hold of her throat. Joseph hollered as he pulled Amanda away from the corner, hollering that we would surely pay for this misdeed. I ignored the comment and immediately went about secretly unlocking the locks binding me to the corner post.
I took the lock and chain and placed it into the waistband of my trouser, giving the appearance that I was still chained to the post. Nadia stood up with the help of the ropes, looking to be a bit energized from the break she received from the action. I was realistic, never harboring any thoughts that she could come back and win this thing, but more for the thought that I only had to get her through the next round and a half. I handed her a bottle of water and she drank from it thirstily, quenching the thirst that these six rounds had taken on her. Across the way, Amanda sat upon the canvas in her corner, leaning against the ropes while continuing to cough and gasp for air. Joseph knelt in front of her, berating her for being such a stupid bitch for going after her in the corner. Nadia finished drinking from the bottle and handed it to me. I poured some of the water onto the painful burn that was stinging so badly upon my arm. It was unbelievable how painful it was from the minor damage she inflicted with her long nails. I told Nadia that she needed to stay right here, don't venture out from the corner and we could turn this thing around. Her mouth was opened and the left side of her face was hideous from the pounding she had received, but she nodded as if she understood what I was telling her. The break seemed to pass by way too fast as the bell rang to begin round seven.
The bell rang to begin round seven and Nadia was the one on her feet ready for the round to begin. Instinctively, she started to move forward from the corner, but I reached in grabbing hold of the back belt loop of her skirt and pulled her back into the corner. I couldn't let her go out there and face Amanda. Amanda was fighting the fight of her life, very tactical and viciously savage. I could already hear some folks hollering at me to allow her to go fight, but I was overly concerned that a one eyed fighter had no chance against someone with Amanda's fighting skills. Amanda struggled onto her feet with Joseph's assistance and she stood across the way, glaring over at the two of us. She made her way out of the corner and stopped at the rings center, motioning for Nadia to come join her. If I had turned loose, she would have ventured right out there, but I held steady to the back of her skirt and Nadia motioned for Amanda to come and get her. I kept telling her, Amanda's a hothead and if you stay put, she'll come back into your web, if you go after her, you don't stand a chance. The crowd was restless and booing quite loudly, they had paid good money and wanted to see the girls fight, but I wasn't going to allow Nadia to go out to slaughter. A minute had passed and I could see that Amanda was getting quite antsy as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, getting overly frustrated at her inability to lure Nadia after her. Amanda started to do just as I predicted, inching closer and closer, running her mouth, trying to bait Nadia into coming out of the corner. As predicted, Nadia and her foreign temper and pride, tried to pull herself free, but it would take an act of god for me to turn loose of the skirt. A minute and a half passed and every second that did, I felt I was getting closer to getting my girl to survive to fight her on even terms at another time. Amanda was now fully recovered, talking some mean ass trash as she was nearly within Nadia's reach. Nadia was running her mouth also, saying the things that would antagonize Amanda, baiting her to jump across that imaginary line. I could hear Joseph across the way, screaming at Amanda to keep her distance, but she was bold and cocky, leapt forward with her fists flying. Nadia tensed up but didn't see the right coming that landed against the left side of her face. Amanda was too close and I grabbed hold of her long, thick hair and pulled her away and over against the ropes. Amanda made grunting sounds as I yanked upon her hair, forcing her face first against the ropes. Nadia righted herself quickly from the blow and was quickly up behind Amanda, reaching around from behind with the right hand, clamping down tightly onto Amanda's right breast, squeezing it through the tight fitting pink top, crushing into it like it were a soaked sponge. Amanda howled painfully as she felt Nadia's sharp talons press deep into her soft fleshy mound, while she reached up with both hands, digging her nails into my wrist and hand, trying to free her long, beautiful hair. I gritted my teeth and absorbed the pain that shot through my hand, but took the liberty of powering up my right fist and driving it hard against her tanned belly, landing it solidly against the flesh just above the waistband of her black skirt. She ooffed out heavily as my fist drove the air out from her lungs, and it felt so good smashing my fist against her belly flesh. I yanked hard with my left hand, pulling her head down across the rope, and hammered her again with the right, digging the knuckles of my fist deep into her belly flesh. Again she let out a woofing sound as she slumped downward slightly and reached for her aching belly. Meanwhile, Nadia had slid both hands up underneath the soft pink material of the blouse and was working her long, sharp nails hard into the raw flesh of Amanda's chest, digging and raking them hard across Amanda's tits. I still held firm to her hair and lowered my right hand down to her short hemline, reaching in and feeling her nylon covered upper thigh area. It felt so nice and firm as I fumbled around blindly, feeling my way up to her crotch. Her pantyhose protected her from my hand invading the inner area of her panty, but I did latch on and squeeze, crushing my hand hard upon her crotch. The area between her legs was hot to the touch, a fire burning down between those thighs. She moaned and wailed as she was pinned against the ropes, me abusing her crotch and Nadia mauling her tits. I noticed that the crowd was no longer booing as they were pleased to see some action occurring within the ring, what I didn't notice was that Joseph had climbed through the ropes and came up behind Nadia, reaching out and grabbing two hands full of her hair and yanked her backward, pulling her away from Amanda. I reached out for her too late as Joseph yanked her around and sent her flying across the ring, bounding hard against the mat and sliding upon the blue surface. Amanda slumped down onto her right knee, and thrust her fist through the ropes, targeting and nailing me between my legs, causing me to oomph heavily as I dropped downward onto my knees, clutching at the area between my legs. The pain was blinding and I was seeing spots as I knelt there on the rings apron, unable to get up to help Nadia, who was on the mat across the way. Amanda stood and looked down upon me, spitting at me before turning to locate Nadia. Joseph yanked her onto her feet by the hair, pulling her up and locking her arms up with his, placing her into a nicely held full nelson. Her body was being stretched up onto her toes due to his size and Amanda quickly hurried across and pounded her right fist against the front of Nadia's blood stained top, pounding the flesh of her left tit hard against her breastbone. I may have been blinded by the shot I received to my balls, but I was able to hear Nadia's distinct sound as she groaned from the blow to her breast. I heard Amanda yell “Cunt” as she pounded her fist forward, landing it hard and solidly against Nadia's battered and aching left breast. Nadia let out a painful moan as she felt her sensitive breast flesh compress beneath the force of the fist, her sore breast being driven against her chest. I reached out with my right hand, reaching for the top rope to pull myself up onto my feet as I heard the bell ring to end the seventh round. This meant nothing as I heard Nadia groan painfully as her tit was flattened against her chest by another hard shot from Amanda. I stumbled forward into the ropes, grabbing on to keep me on my feet while the pounding continued across the way. I heard the word cunt again just prior to Nadia letting loose with a hard, powerful moan. Amanda had stepped forward and drove her right knee upward, landing it solidly between the nylon-covered legs of my girl, ramming it hard against her pubic bone. Nadia was unable to reach down and cover up and I could hear her whimpering across the way. Amanda was berating her pretty good when I looked over and saw her knee rise up and crush my fighter between her sexy thighs again. Nadia let out another loud moan as her head slumped downward toward her chest, her long blonde hair hanging down toward the canvas. I started to climb through the ropes and Joseph alertly took notice. Amanda drove her knee up between Nadia's legs one final time before she turned her attention toward me, grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me the rest of the way into the ring. I stumbled clumsily down onto my knees and she rammed her knee forward, slamming it against the left side of my face. I went falling over backward, down into the ropes, hurting, and rolling away to get out of the danger zone. She wanted a piece of my ass for my interference in the match and for the pain I had inflicted upon her. I was alert and out of reach as she tried to continue with her attack, but she soon ceased and turned her attention back toward the blonde, still being held limply over near the other corner. Joseph used his hands to grab hold of Nadia's hair and lift her head upward, providing the perfect target for the long haired Amanda, who didn't waste the opportunity and belted her across the eye and cheek with a hard, closed fist. Blood sprayed the area around her as her head was viciously rocked to the side. Joseph turned loose of the blonde, allowing her to crumple downward onto the canvas, hurt and dazed, as she lay nearly motionless down on the mat.
Amanda stood towering over her, keeping a watchful eye as Joseph moved outside the ring and grabbed a couple of towels and a bottle of water. He handed Amanda the bottle and she immediately turned it upside down, pouring it directly on the top of her head, the cold water sinking into the thickness of her scalp and cooling her down a bit. She emptied the bottle and asked for another while lifting the front of her blouse, examining the damage inflicted by Nadia's long nails. She grabbed the next bottle and poured some onto her breasts, then put it to her mouth to finish it off, then tossed it aside. Nadia started to stir a bit, making a bit of a moaning sound as she tried to sit herself up. Amanda lifted her foot and drove it down hard against Nadia's left side, using her long heel to dig into the rib cage area. Nadia let out a painful yell and thrashed around a bit down on the canvas, reaching and clutching tightly to her left side. Amanda turned and cast her eye towards me, just checking to see where I was at, then turned and looked down at the struggling Nadia, patiently waiting for the bell to start the next round. Due to the extended activity at the end of the round seven, she didn't have to wait long and she was immediately back on the attack.
The bell rang to start what was certain to be the final round. Amanda grabbed a fistful of Nadia's hair and yanked her onto her feet. I knew that Nadia was going to be hurting for some time as Amanda cruelly and skillfully targeted all the areas that would hurt Nadia the most. The face was targeted that would kill her because it affected her looks. The breast was targeted because it was her sensitive area, and Amanda did an inordinate amount of hair pulling, the other area that was so painful to her. Holding tightly to the hair, she bent Nadia over forward and raised her knee, driving it hard up into the Nadia's mid-section. The knee caught Nadia in the lower belly and had her woofing and staggering down onto her right knee, reaching up with both hands and covering up her belly. Joseph knew this would be the last round also as he knew I'd do whatever to protect her from harm and he barked out instruction to bring her over to him. Amanda pulled her up by the hair and led her over to Joseph, who reached in grabbing her by the hair and pulled her against the ropes. He pulled her backward, draping Nadia's arms across the top rope and reached over her shoulder, grabbing for the material of her blouse and pulling it upward, exposing Nadia's naked flesh and pulling it up across her head, leaving her blinded beneath the bloodstained, white material. Amanda moved over to her bag of tricks and reached inside pulling out a crescent wrench. I started to climb through the ropes, but quickly stopped being a man of honor. Joseph was a weasel but I was going to keep to the agreement, and refused to step in one second before it was time. Amanda worked the wrench with her right hand, opening it while working her thumb upon the spin dial. She used her left hand to grasp hold of Nadia's left tit, squeezing it tightly down near the tip, squeezing the badly darkened areola and nipple out with the tips of her thumb and finger. She placed the wrench up to the tit and started to close it, the cold steel slowly moving inward, closing tightly onto the tip of Nadia's tit. The crowd was into it as they cheered wildly in anticipation of what was happening. I could tell the extreme pressure that the wrench was placing my baby's tit as she began to scream and kick her legs frantically; feeling the intense pressure this cold steel devise was placing onto the tip of her tit. Nadia was screaming at the top of her lungs and I climbed inside the ropes, readying myself to sprint across the ring. She quickly lifted and stomped her feet repeatedly against the mats surface, unbeknownst to me, screaming out her submission. The noise level of the small arena was at decibel levels never reached before and it felt as though the structure would come tumbling down upon us. I looked at the timer every two or three seconds, waiting for the clock to hit the one thirty mark. Amanda was turning the dial with both hands, the steel crushing the most sensitive area of Nadia's tit painfully flat within the biting vise of the wrench. It was as tight as it could possibly go, Nadia's nipple and areola grotesquely pinched tight in the vise, and Amanda grabbed the handle and started rotating it to her left, turning it as everyone watched and saw Nadia's flesh crinkle up from the painful tit twisting. She kept turning it to the left, the tit looking deformed as it was twisted way beyond the realm of what would be considered normal. I glanced at the timer and looked back across the way desperately, and although I couldn't hear it, I think that I could tell that Nadia was screaming out her submission. I couldn't stand to watch it anymore and I hurriedly ran across the ring and grabbed Amanda by the hair and pulled, flinging her down onto the mat and caught my first, up close glimpse of the crushing steel, squeezing tightly and hanging painfully from the tip of my girls purplish breast. Joseph threw up his hands and backed away, shaking his head from side to side as if he had nothing to do with what had occurred. I grabbed Nadia and pulled her away from the ropes when I felt Amanda's fist hit me upside the back, right side of my head. I shouldn't have been surprised but I was and staggered a bit, just enough for Amanda to grab hold of the handle and pull downward, pulling and stretching Nadia's battered breast meat down toward the canvas. She pulled and turned, stretching the tit meat far from her chest and then turned loose, the hanging steel weighing heavily and swaying from her dangling, sore breast. I moved back in quickly and grabbed Nadia, hurrying her across the ring, pushing her outside the ropes, down onto the floor for safety. Amanda gave a thought to pursuing, but quickly changed her mind and started parading around the ring with her hands extended above her head taking in the sounds of the loud, cheering crowd.
Nadia lay outside the ring, down on the floor reaching and fumbling around trying to remove the steel device locked onto the tip of her breast. I hustled out to her, rolling her onto her back and spinning the dial, releasing and relieving the extreme pressure placed upon her nipple. Nadia was bawling as the pain was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Gerald came over quickly from his seat and I instructed him to take Nadia back to the dressing room immediately. As he carried her away toward the tunnel, I heard Amanda's voice coming across the loudspeaker system, and as I turned, I saw her standing center ring with my microphone. Her long hair hung down over her shoulders, looking all wild but hot standing there in her sexy fighting attire. Her pink top clinging to her shapely body, fully accenting her healthy, full breasts. Her exposed tanned belly looked too good as the sweat glistened from the bright lights above the ring, shining and reflecting it brightly. Her black skirt hung sexily down upon her hips, the short hemline revealing practically all of her sexy, nylon covered legs, and to top it all off, she wore a big, bright smile across her face. She raised the mic up to her mouth and began talking. “I've kicked that girls ass in the past and I kicked it again tonight.” She paused for a brief moment allowing the crowd to cheer and acknowledge what she had said. “I've proven that I'm the real champion and I'd like to give that Russian cunt the opportunity to try and prove that I'm wrong.” She then looked over at me and went on, “If your fearless fight master over there has the balls, I'd like to give Nadia the opportunity to fight me again when she's capable, right here in this ring, if that's ok with you in the audience.” The crowd went nuts cheering and whooping it up as they worked themselves into a frenzy, thinking about another rematch between these two sexy beauties. Amanda was playing to the crowd like a pro, it was evident that she had polished her act a bit and I was certain now that it was she who was calling all the shots in their partnership. She strutted around the ring on her high-heeled shoes, looking and playing out the act like a seasoned Stephanie McMahon. She raised the mic back to her mouth and added, “And how would you like to see the ring surrounded by barbed wire, just for some added effect.” The crowd noise was deafening as they reached a level higher than before and I knew that she was already negotiating the next deal publicly, knowing that I'd have a hard time trying to turn her down. She strutted over towards me, handed me the mic and reached out cupping my balls in her right hand and leaned forward yelling loud enough so I could hear her, “I really hope I didn't hurt you when I hit you, I really do like you, you know” before strutting away back toward her corner. I stood there watching her in awe, taken by her good business sense. She waved to the crowd, turned back towards me and mouthed, “I'll see you in my dressing room” before climbing through the ropes and heading towards the tunnel. I was just dumbstruck, having been taken and handled so easily by that beautiful young woman. She left me there shaking my head and all I could do was jump down from the rings apron speechless, look around at the crowd as many were still in a frenzied state as they started to head toward the exit. I headed down the tunnel to go check on my Nadia, knowing that she was in great pain as Amanda had really carried the fight to her tonight. I entered the dressing area, the noise from the arena silenced once the door had closed behind me. Gerald had Nadia on the sofa, lying on her back as he treated her.
I entered the room and Gerald stood to give me the lowdown on her condition. I looked down upon her, staring at the ice pack that covered the entire left side of her face. He said that he'd have to take her with him to fix her up properly. She was going to need stitches to close the wound upon her cheekbone and he was concerned about her fingers, he thought that one, maybe two were broken. I knelt down next to her, listening to her lightly sobbing, whimpering sounds coming from her mouth. She had been tortured out there and there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. I looked upon her sexily dressed body and couldn't help but notice her large, swollen tip protruding out into the material of her bloodstained blouse. It was hidden but one could tell she looked to be deformed, the tip of her tit thick and bulging outward. I turned and looked at Gerald, but he immediately told me that she'd be fine. It was too painful for an ice pack and that he'd like to get her back to his office and treat it. He motioned for me and told me quietly that he'd like to give her a shot to deaden the pain and lance it open to drain some of the fluid build up that had formed. It almost made me sick to think about, but he assured me that it would be fine. He sensed that I was not feeling well with what had transpired and told me he was going to take her now and that I could meet him there later after all the crowd had left. He grabbed a blanket and tossed it over her, carrying her out the door. I heard a small cheer go up in the arena as the smattering of crowd that still remained let Nadia know that they appreciated her. I headed ringside as they headed out the door, hurrying off to his clinic. My thoughts went out the door with them as I wandered around at ringside, aimlessly picking up some of the blood stained towels and entered the ring to wipe up the splatters of blood that dotted the blue canvas. Joseph emerged from the tunnel, approached the ring, and told me that Amanda was waiting to see me. “She's wanting her money so she can get out of here.” I started to reach into my pocket and pull out their share of the cash when he said that she wanted me to bring it to her and he quietly turned and headed toward the exit. I thought to myself, she just wants to rub it into my face and gloat. I thought, fuck, I might as well go ahead and get it over with now. I tossed the towel aside and headed down the tunnel to confront the young woman who made a fool out of me tonight.
I knocked on her door and opened it slowly, not quite knowing what to expect on the other side. She sat there comfortably in the chair, relaxed with her left leg crossed over her right, leaned back against the soft comfortable pillow, sipping from an opened bottle of Coke. She patted on the seat of the sofa, indicating for me to take a seat and get comfortable. This was going to be extremely pleasurable for her, finally beating Nadia and getting to rub it in my face. I took a seat and sat there, watching her every move, fearful for not knowing what to expect. She uncrossed her legs and changed them, watching my eyes as I zeroed in on her sexy legs. There was nothing quite like a sexy pair of legs, covered just perfectly in a tight pair of suntanned hose. I'm certain that the changing of the legs was for my benefit, wanting to drive me crazy and give me the leg shot of her thigh, looking up within her short skirt. She leaned back again and asked me what I thought of her match. I was rather quiet with my answer, but let her know that I was quite impressed with the display she put on out there. She asked about her money and I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. “I decided to split the gate 50/50 with you so there's $60,000 cash here” as I handed it to her. She took the money and held it briefly, looking at it and admiring the thickness of its feel. I thought she was going to complain about the sixty-five percent cut, but she didn't. She placed the money on the table next to her and asked what I thought of the idea for them to fight in clothing rather than the lingerie. I smiled a smile that had to stretch from ear to ear, nodding approvingly as I gazed upon her sitting there in her sexy, tight fitting fighting attire. She set her Coke down on the table, grabbed the front of her blouse and raised it up over the tops of her breasts, showing me her tits and told me to look at what Nadia had done to her breasts. I felt a twinge in my lower body as I stared at her shapely breasts, examining the large, red scratch markings that Nadia's nails had left emblazoned upon her flesh. She quickly let out a roaring laugh, and blurted out “This ain't nothing compared to what I did to her tits.” I didn't know how to respond because I didn't want to say something wrong and set off a hair trigger within her. I just smiled and nodded my head, agreeing with her statement. She lowered her top back down, covering her badly scratched tits and uncrossed her legs, sitting up and leaning forward on the edge of her seat. I sat back a bit, still fearful of what she may do. She noticed my fear and commented, “Does little old me scare the shit out of you or something?” I just gritted my teeth and rolled my shoulder's, acknowledging her comment without answering. She stood up and looked down upon me, I looked straight ahead at the waistband of her skirt and her tanned belly flesh, slowly lowering my eyed down toward the short hemline of her skirt, hanging high upon her luscious thighs. She moved forward placing her right knee down beside my hip, and then lifted her other leg onto the sofa, straddling me and making me very uncomfortable and nervous. She leaned forward pressing the front of her body up against mine and pulled at the back of my hair, forcing me to look upward into her eyes. She didn't say a word, just lowered her mouth down onto mine and rammed her tongue deep into my mouth, flicking it around wildly. A great feeling of relief rushed through my body and my natural instincts took over as I raised my hands up onto the backside of her lower torso, rubbing my hands all across her shapely ass. Our tongues were waging a battle royal and her hands were roaming all across my chest, finding their way inside my shirt and running them through the hair on my chest. She leaned over to her side, falling over onto the sofa and pulling me along with her, my hands working onto her upper thighs and up beneath her skirt. Nadia was no longer on my mind as I was well on my way to mending some fences with Amanda. I was rock hard almost instantly and Amanda worked her right hand down inside my pants, grabbing hold and stroking my shaft gently. She pulled her mouth from mine and whispered, “Now, in our next bout, I want another guarantee of fifty percent of the gate” and as I started to speak, she planted her lips back on mind to immediately silence whatever it was that I was going to say. I was well on my way to a heightened state of arousal as I was becoming experienced to Amanda's new means of negotiating. These negotiations were sure to take a couple of hours and I quickly pulled back placing Amanda on hold, called Gerald with my cell and asked him to make sure Nadia made it home all right. I told him I'd be busy for a while and he seemed to understand exactly what I was telling him. I hung up the phone and Amanda and I went back to fine tuning the deal of their next fight.
To Be Continued…………