Marni came in to the gym where Fantasy Girls Productions filmed the female fight videos that were sold on their website. Since moving from Arizona she had struggled in New York City. One day the 22-year old met a producer at Fantasy Girls who thought she would make a great catfighter and encouraged her to try out.

She had done some play wrestling in high school with some of the other girls on her volleyball team because an old boyfriend enjoyed watching. Fantasy Girls specialized in female wrestling videos. Most of the fights were on the mat style wrestling matches. Marni had not had that many matches yet but she enjoyed the money from making the videos.

As Marni entered the building one of the first sounds she heard was the voice of a young Puerto Rican girl named Marisol. Marni recognized her piercing voice instantly and a small frown came to her face as the two briefly made eye contact. All others in the gym suddenly got quiet and focused on Marni and Marisol. Marni was still smarting from the embarrassment of losing a wrestling match to Marisol a few days earlier. The match had been set up as a best of falls or submissions match. The object is to pin your opponent or make her submit the most times in 10 minutes. Marisol had stunned everyone by scoring three falls over Marni while Marni had been unable to pin Marisol or make her submit even once. The victory dance that Marisol did at the end of that fight as Marni lay exhausted on the mat was a source of irritation to Marni as well.

As Marni approached the producer, Mike, she called out "What type of match will be in today?" as she was eager to start. The producer stared back for a second before offering his reply. "A lot of people around here are still talking about your match with Marisol. We'd like to see you two hook up again." Marni had no expression on her face but her eyes showed a slight apprehensiveness. "But we just wrestled. There are so many other girls that I haven't wrestled yet," said the young catfighter. Mike explained that it was not a wrestling match they had in mind this time. "How do you feel about a stomach punching challenge," he asked playfully.

Marni thought for a moment and asked Mike to explain. The rules were simple. The fighters would take turns hitting each other in the belly. The first girl to pass out or to give up would be the loser. Marni suddenly glanced over at Marisol. The Puerto Rican girl stood about 5'1 and was hard and lean. Marni figured this was more her type of match. She wanted to gain a measure of revenge on her adversary and win back respect at the gym. "I'll kick her little butt," exclaimed Marni. She headed to the dressing room to prepare.

Marisol looked forward to the match with anticipation. She had been riding high since her upset win over the tall blonde and the producers had begun to talk about the big plans they had for her. She knew that if she could beat Marni again that it would only increase her value to Fantasy Girls and lead to more work and more money. She retreated to the dressing room as well.

As Marisol entered the dressing room she met Marni who was about to exit. As the two ladies stood in awkward silence for a moment Marisol looked over Marni who was already dressed for the contest. Marni stood 5'9 and had soft white skin. She weighed around 140 lbs and was lean but curvy. Her legs were thin and her breasts measured a modest 32 but were firm and shapely. Marni wore pink lace panties and matching bra. Her panties were cut low and virtually all of her belly was exposed. Her soft blonde hair fell partly over her face and her green eyes studied the young Latina who stood there in jeans and a black t-shirt.

Marni broke the silence. "Good luck, she said, you'll need it today". Marisol was put off by the cocky blonde and retorted "You keep showing that false confidence all you want but I'll hurt your soft tummy today". Marni smiled sarcastically and stated "I'm going to go out their early and treat the guys to the site of my body in my new underwear". As Marni approached the exit of the locker room Marisol asked "Didn't they see enough of your body the other day? After all you were laid out for several minutes after our match". Marni stopped momentarily. She was slightly stunned at little Marisol's brazen reminder about that match which had become more than a slight embarrassment to her. Without turning around or speaking Marni continued out to the mat where the videos are filmed and waited for her sharp tongued opponent.

A few minutes later Marisol came out of the locker room as well. The 21-year old looked great in a gold bikini which revealed a considerable amount of her mocha skin. Her curly dark hair fell in her face and covered her dark and now steely eyes. She fixated on Marni and prepared herself to go to war. Marisol stood 5'1 and weighed 108lbs. but had intensity to her which no other girl at Fantasy Girls Productions could match. In her short time making videos she had earned the respect of the entire company.

The two women stood in the ring and all others in the gym gathered around to watch. Marni could hear whispers about her recent loss to the shorter girl. Marisol seemed to be focused entirely on the upcoming match.

As the camera man prepared to film Mike began to explain the rules to this stomach punching challenge:

Each fighter would take turns punching her opponent. Punches were one at a time and were only to the stomach.
A coin toss would decide which fighter went first.
As a fighter received a blow she must rest her hands behind her head.
After receiving a punch a fighter had 20 seconds to return the punch to her opponent or forfeit the match.
The match could only end if one girl saying "I give" or becoming incapable of responding in the 20-second time limit.
A fighter could only say "I give up" after receiving a blow not after delivering one.

As Mike went over the rules carefully the girls studied each other. Mike pulled a coin from his pocket and instructed Marni to call "heads or tails" while the coin was in the air. As Marni watched the quarter rise higher in the air she called out "Heads". The coin bounced on the floor and rolled about two feet. When it stopped the eagle faced upward. "Tails," Mike cried out. Marisol raised her fist in the air triumphantly.

She quickly faced her rival and instructed her to prepare. Marni slowly raised her hands over her head. As Marni watched Marisol position herself to deliver the opening strike she resolved to take the blow and not go down. Marisol pulled back her right hand and delivered a sharp blow to Marni's lower stomach. Marni's legs buckled and her arms fell to cover her midsection but she did not fall. The spectators applauded for the force of the blow.

Although it was painful Marni considered it to be a small victory that she stayed on her feet. She called for Marisol to get ready. Marni swung wildly and connected just above Marisol's navel. The Puerto Rican girl stepped back and grimaced slightly but also did not fall. The spectators, once again, cheered.

Marisol's next punch connected just above Marni's pink panties as the first one had done. It seemed to go deeper into Marni's tender belly and Marni was down on her knees before she knew what happened. She was shocked by the speed of the blow and took a few seconds to recover. This brought a huge reaction from the onlookers.

After taking Marni's second punch Marisol began to believe that she had hurt her taller opponent more than she was letting on. Marni's second punch was not as forceful as the first and landed slightly off center. The Latina was hurt slightly but was ready in an instant to return fire.

The blonde realized that she had been caught unprepared for the last punch. Marni resolved not to go down from Marisol's third blow. Just then the short girl unleashed a ferocious right to the spot on Marni's belly (just above the pink panties) that her previous punched had landed. Marni stumbled backwards and landed squarely on her butt. She sat there and knew that she had to do some real damage soon because she couldn't take this abuse for very long. The crowd's admiration for Marisol was obviously growing as they were amazed to see the lighter and petit girl working over the larger blonde.

As Marni rose, she once again summoned all of her strength and landed a hard blow to the shorter girls mocha stomach. Marisol also stumbled but managed to stay on her feet much to Marni's chagrin. Marni's frustration began to mount. Marisol smiled and winked at Mike who simply looked on emotionless.

Marni reluctantly raised her hands once again and readied for the fourth blow. A punishing left hand landed on Marni's lower stomach which caused the blonde to fall forward and land on her side. Marni was becoming exasperated and wondered how the little girl could hit her so hard. She felt herself breathing heavily and the pain in the pit of her tummy was getting worse. The anger that Marni felt earlier was now turning to desperation.

Marni's next punch was aimed at Marisol's lower abs. Marni wanted badly to take her rival off of her feet with this blow. As she connected she watched Marisol double over and bent slightly at the knees. But the spirited 21-year old managed to stay on her feet. Marni felt dismayed. Marisol knew that it was demoralizing for Marni to be consistently knocked down yet be unable to reciprocate.

Marisol's fifth punch was the most stinging yet. Marni dropped instantly to her knees and covered her tummy which was now throbbing with pain. Her vision became blurred as her eyes were watering and she could not breathe. She took the entire 20 seconds to recover from the blow. As Mike asked Marni if she was ready to forfeit she looked at a relaxed-looking Marisol. She felt the eyes of everyone present on her and thought of the humiliation losing twice to the smaller warrior. Pride forced her to continue.

Marisol barely flinched as she absorbed the impact of the next blow from Marni. The girl from Arizona had lost so much of her steam she could not do significant damage to her foe. Marisol was practically gloating by this point.

As a dispirited Marni raised her arms once again she did not even make eye contact with the other fighter. By now she had accepted the fact that she would fall with each new blow it was only a question of whether she would get up again. As Marisol delivered a sixth blow to Marni's soft white stomach Marni gasped and fell backward. As she landed directly on her back she covered her tummy with both arms. Her body lay curled up on the floor and she writhed in pain and gasped for air. She could hear the sound of Mike counting ("eleven, twelve") she could hear Marisol's voice as her shorter rival knew that victory was close at hand. She heard the crowd cheer in awe at the force of the little girl's punches.

Marni thought briefly about getting up to continue but she no longer had the will. Her body had taken all the abuse it could stand. The pain was too great. She felt the familiar humiliation of being dominated by her short Latina rival. She could see Marisol dancing in celebration and could only watch in disgust. As she listened to Mike declare Marisol the winner she laid stretched out on the mat. Her beaten body could take no more punishment. Just above her pink lace panties her soft waistline was slightly red. She struggled to breath.

After several minutes of lying on the mat Marni slowly rose up and made her way back the dressing room. As she entered she saw the perky Marisol who was already dressed and ready to leave. Marni stood silent over her shorter rival. "I guess it wasn't me who needed the luck after all," said a euphoric Marisol. "Any time you need to be taught a lesson just let me know".

Marni's humiliation was absolute. She did not respond to Marisol's stinging comments. She stood still as she watched her tormentor leave the dressing room. She slowly walked back toward her locker and sat down. She finally just laid her body out on the floor.

She wondered how she could have lost so badly to Marisol. She wondered if she would be respected by the other fighters at Fantasy Girls. But mostly she just laid there and massaged her tummy and wanted the pain to go away.