Summoned to Bill's office, Melissa stood before the desk of the man who ran the Extreme side of the league, hoping that she was about to hear the news she was waiting for - that she was to be given a second appearance on a fight. Glancing to one side, she looked at the woman sat there on a sofa - Kirsten, the man's girlfriend. Maybe, Melissa thought, Bill was about to put the pair on them into the ring to face one against the other?

"Ever heard the expression 'I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back,' Melissa?" Bill suddenly asked without preamble.

Flatfoot by this, Melissa stumbled to catch up with the conversation. "Er . yes, of course." she finally managed to mutter.

"Good. Do you think you could beat a woman with both hands tied behind her back?"

Again, the sheer strangeness of the question had Melissa perplexed but she replied in rather uncertain tones, "I guess so."

Smiling with satisfaction, Bill went on, "And if there were two women to fight at once, each of them with both hands bound?"

Sounding somewhat more confident now she was getting the hang of this weird discussion, Melissa replied that she thought she could handle the situation.

"Great!" Bill enthused. "I'm bringing in two women from Bangkok . that's in Thailand, you know . and, while you'll be outnumbered, they'll not be able to use their hands . at least, not at first."

"What do you mean, not at first?" the fighter asked suspiciously.

"Oh, there'll be way for them to get free - it would be unfair on them otherwise but it won't be an easy thing for them to do. You'll just have to make sure that you win before they manage to release themselves." laughed Bill.

Thinking it over, Melissa asked how much she was going to get paid for this circus act and, having received an answer higher than she expected, she eagerly picked up a pen and signed the contract that Bill presented to her, despite her misgivings as she spotted the paragraph stating that the losers in the match would be expected to provide 'sexual services' to members of the live audience 'for a period not to exceed thirty minutes' immediately following their loss. "Who are these girls anyway?" she asked, pushing her doubts to one side.

Studying a sheet of paper and stumbling over his pronunciation, the man told her that one was called Srinual Ha-ungkap while the other was Rosana Tositrakul. "And, just to make things worse, the little slanty-eyed sods put their family name first and their given name last. Bloody foreigners. Anyway, to make it easier for us all, I'm gonna call them Sally and Rose."

Melissa shrugged her shoulders. "Seems fair enough to me . not sure I'd want you playing about with my name like that but, what the hell."

"Exactly," smiled Bill as he dismissed the girl before picking up some pieces of paperwork and turning his attention to that. After Melissa had left and the door was closed, Kirsten finally spoke. "I notice that you didn't tell her that Ha-ungkap was an ex-national kick-boxing champion while Tositrakul took the silver in the recent South East Asia games."

"Didn't I? Must have slipped my mind totally," grinned Bill. "Well, why spoil the surprise for Melissa, huh?"

**

The ring for the bout has been somewhat adapted from the usual Extreme League setting. Gone are the electric fence and the barbed wire barriers, replaced by standard metal crowd control fencing. The ring too has changed for, starting near one corner, a steep ramp climbs over the corner post and extends out several feet, finally ending with a vertical board on which, at head height, are two large, padded buttons, one clearly marked with an S, the other with an R. The ramp itself is about three foot wide and there are no safety rails. Melissa is to start the fight from the corner opposite the ramp while Sally and Rose will begin from the two remaining turnbuckles. Each Thai girl's hands are secured by some magnetically locked cuffs, impossible to get freed from apart from if the appropriate control, at the summit of the ramp, is pressed at which point the internal power circuit inside the cuffs will shut off, causing the cuffs to drop away. There is only one way to win
this bout and that is to force the opponent or opponents out of the ring. Any of the fighters who deliberately steps out will be deemed to have forfeited the match. No weapons will be allowed and, likewise, no interference.

**

Melissa - 5 foot 8, 128 lbs, black cut off t-shirt with a pink Playboy bunny symbol on it, pink string bikini panties, black high-heeled boots, knee length.

Sally - 5 foot 3, 101 lbs, green one piece suit, high neck, short pleated gym skirt worn over it, black ankle boots.

Rose - 5 foot 1, 95 lbs, red one piece suit with full length sleeves, plunging back and a thong styled rear, white ankle boots.

**

Not being fools, the two Thai fighters had talked together for hours and had discovered all they could about Melissa and they both realized that, if they were to succeed here, they would have to work as a team and it was their intention to initially attack Melissa together and, once she was down, for Rose to keep the American occupied while Sally ran up the ramp and pressed her button. Once she was free, she would return and 'guard' Mel while Rose freed herself. Going with their game plan, as soon as the bell rang, the pair advanced on Mel, making sure that they stayed directly opposite each other, splitting the American's attention.

Melissa was also a trained, professional fighter and, while she'd not bothered to do any research into the background of the pair she was facing, she had studied the rules of the competition and the manner of the construction of the ring. Clearly, she had to prevent her opponents for attaining access to the buttons on the top of the ramp and the best way to do this, she surmised, was to base herself at the bottom of the incline and simply block their way while she used the natural advantage of having free hands to fight with to destroy them one at a time. As the bell rang, she left her corner and moved diagonally across the ring towards the base of the ramp, her eyes flicking left and right as she watched Rose and Sally closing in on her.

Seeing the American coming to a halt near the ramp, Rose and Sally gave a nod to each other then, working in unison, they each lifted their offside legs to waist height, gave out a yell, then pivoted on the balls of their nearside feet before simultaneously smashing their boots into the pit of Melissa's stomach.

"What the!?!?" Mel managed to gasp before the two feet rammed into her belly, totally overwhelming her abs that she had spent months, if not years, toughening and developing. Stunned by the physical power of the twin blows and mentally shaken too, she staggered back, managing to remain upright, finally colliding with her own corner post and ending up just as far from the ramp as she had started. Where did these girls get the strength to punish her like that, Mel thought? No-one, but no-one, had ever done that to her abs . and these two were only little short-assed weaklings compared to some of the bitches she'd faced in other promotions. Suddenly, Melissa's confidence started to evaporate slightly as she wondered just what she had got herself into.

Satisfied with their start, the two kick-boxers closed in on their cornered opponent, Rose moving slightly ahead of her colleague and ramming her boot hard into Melissa's right knee, making the white woman's leg buckle under her. Backing off, Rose allowed Sally to close in and, setting up a hard, high kick towards the American's jaw, Sally let fly . only to discover that she needed her arms to balance and not just to grip or punch . thrown off by her inability to fully control herself, the kick missed by millimeters. Muttering a curse, but landing lightly, Sally composed herself ready for her next attack.

Melissa flinched at the boot flashed by her face . god, she thought, if that had connected! Just how did these women get to be so athletic? That kick had come from no-where and Mel knew the height of her own jaw. But, realizing that this line of thought was pretty irrelevant at the moment, she brushed it to one side and settled on thinking about what was important - and the first thing she needed to do what to get out of this corner! Lowering her head, arms held before her, Mel charged like a bull directly at the slightly smaller of the two Thai girls, Rose.

The young Thai tried to avoid the incoming Mel but couldn't react in time. The woman's skull smashed into her chest and then the arms locked around her. Suddenly Rose felt her feet leave the floor as Melissa straightened up, flipping her opponent over her body. Rose managed a short yelp of alarm as she flew through the air before her back crashed into the canvas, the metal of her sophisticated cuffs colliding painfully with the small of her back. Seeing her team-mate go down, Sally swung her body round, planted her foot against Mel's buttock and pushed.

Pleased with her efforts in escaping, Mel suddenly felt herself pushed forwards . suspecting that the woman she'd tossed head over heels would still be on the ground, the American allowed herself to slam into the ropes and then to be fired back as she went for a splashdown onto her fallen rival.

Rose saw the big woman coming and tried to roll aside but, again, she was hampered by the position that her upper limbs were constrained in and Mel's hundred and twenty-eight pounds smashed into her much lighter frame, winding her badly. Sally, meanwhile, had been pushed backwards by the force of her own planted kick to Mel's arse and it took her moments to recover. Seeing that her friend was down with the American covering her and pulling back her fists ready to punch, Sally swiftly pondered if she should stay and help by trying to get the playboy outfit wearing woman off of Rose or . then, sticking to the original plan, she started to run for the ramp.

Mel was about to send a punch straight to Rose's face where a blur of running legs shot past her. 'Christ! The buttons!' she thought and, abandoning her current action, she spun round, scrambled to her feet and gave chase.

Feet pounding up the wooden ramp, Sally leaned forward towards the button now so enticingly near . she almost made it too before Mel's shoulder crashed into her back and knocked her to the right, the edge of the ramp now frighteningly close to where her foot had landed. Glancing down, Sally saw the crowd directly below her, baying for her blood. Her heart jumped and the blood in her veins chilled as she realized just what would happened to her were she to fall now . no wonder the contracts she and Rose had sighed were so specific with regard to how little the League could be held responsible for the well-being of the fighters it hired. Staggering for a moment, Sally got her balance back, then turned to see where Mel was.

The American had also regained her balance and, like her rival, her heart was beating rapidly as her mind registered just how close she'd been to going over the edge. Looking about her, Mel noticed that she was now between Sally and the buttons and that the Thai girl was slowly edging backwards down the ramp to return to the relative safety of the ring itself. "Going somewhere?" Mel drawled, reaching out with her right hand.

Seeing that she would never regain the ring before the woman before her managed to grab her, Sally lifted her right leg and lashed out with another kick.

But Mel was ready this time and, as the booted foot swung in towards her, she grabbed at Sally's ankle with both hands, managing to grip her target. For a moment, both women swayed under the impact, the drop into the audience looming large in their minds once again . but they both hung on, just . but now Sally was trapped, one leg held by her rival, her other foot hopping slightly in place as she fought to keep her balance. A grin slowly formed on Mel's face as she started to taunt the frightened kick-boxer, moving the woman's leg first one way then the other, causing Sally to twist her body about in frantic effort to stay balanced and on the ramp. Sally's eyes flicked down towards the men before, some of whom were already unzipping their flies in anticipation of the sport to come. "No." she muttered quietly, her eyes pleading. "No."

Mercilessly, Mel gave the leg a jerk vertically upright and watched as the woman toppled backwards, giving out a scream as she fell into the mob below. There was a scramble out of the way, swiftly followed by a surge forward as the men reached out with their arms in a scene that reminded Mel of a nature program about Piranhas devouring a horse. Sally, a good but poor Catholic girl, kept on screaming as her costume was ripped away from her body, small segments of green material being tossed into the air and grabbed at by the fans, eager for a memento of the occasion. As the first bloated cock was forced towards Sally's dry vagina, the woman's squeals reached a new crescendo as she finally realized that she was about to lose her virginity in a manner that had never even intruded into her worst nightmares.

Turning away from the sight beneath her, Melissa walked purposely down the ramp and back into the ring where Rose had recovered enough to now get to her knees. With the squeals of her partner's distress ringing in her ears, Rose was now only too well aware of what her fate was to be this night. With Sally by her side, she'd have stood a chance . with her hands free, she was sure she could still have taken the crude American but . with no partner and her arms still trapped behind her.

Seeing the doubt in the eyes of the woman before her, Mel paused and watched, feeling her nipples responding to the sadistic pleasure she was feeling. Allowing Rose to get to her feet, Mel smiled and said, "Your turn, now, bitch."

Despite knowing she was going to lose this match, Rose was determined that it wasn't going to be without a fight . taking a step towards the big woman in pink and black, Rose feinted a low leg sweep then, as Mel crouched down as she attempted to catch the leg just as she had done to the hapless Sally, Rose increased the height of her sweep to that her boot crashed into the side of Mel's head. "AAAAGGHHHH!!!! You little CUNT!!!!" screamed the American as she was knocked to the canvas. With barely enough time to shake her head, Mel suddenly found herself covering up and frantically rolling left and right in a vain attempt to escape from a determined Rose who had rapidly closed in and was now raining down stomp after powerful stomp towards the cringing American. Desperate to get back to her feet, Mel rolled onto her belly and started to crawl towards the ropes. This, of course, gave Rose a perfect target to aim for as she lashed her booted foot up between Mel's legs.

Howling in pain, the American clamped a hand over her pink panties only to have the next kick land on her fingers. Instantly, Mel pulled that hand away which only served to allow Rose to crash a third kick where she wanted it - into Mel's pussy. Stumbling forward towards the ropes, the front end of the white fighter collapsed, her breasts squashed under her, her cheek against the matting, her arse still in the air. Planting her foot onto that pink on pink posterior, Rose pushed and was rewarded as Melissa slide a good six inches forward. A second push had a similar result and it was only now that Mel realized with a start that she had now overshot her target and that her head and shoulders were hanging over the edge of the apron. Feeling Rose's boot on her ass for the third time, Mel reached up and grabbed hold of the bottom rope, pushing back frantically.

Cursing in her own tongue, Rose watched as her rival managed to prevent herself being forced out of the ring. Pulling back her right leg again, she took careful aim . then howled in pain as Mel send her own boot crashing back, the heel colliding with the Thai girl's left shin. As Rose struggled to hold her balance, the American fighter pushed herself back then used the ropes to haul herself upright again. By now Rose had recovered and her foot crashed into the small of Mel's back, thrusting the larger woman forward, in to the ropes and arching her back so much that her cut-off t-shirt rode up so high that, for a moment, it's hem cleared the woman's nipples giving those in the front rows of the audience a tantalizing glimpse of her treasures. Spinning round to face Rose, even as she used her left hand to comfort her back, Mel was just in time to take a one, two series of kicks to her solar plexus. Winded, gasping for breath, she sank to her knees and, spotting that she
had the American in deep trouble, Rose landed a kick right onto the tip of Mel's jaw, rocking her head back with a vicious snap before the American's body slid sideways to the canvas. Sitting down on her arse and lifting her legs, Rose wrapped them around Mel's throat and started to squeeze in a powerful scissors.

Weakened and dizzy from all the blows she had taken, Mel lifted her hands and tried to pry the well muscled thighs apart but those legs were Rose's chief weapons and the power in them was something only another kick-boxer or a professional cyclist could match. Gasping for breath, her face turning mauve, Melissa's struggles started to weaken. Confidence now boosted, Rose couldn't believe she was about to win and thoughts of returning home with more money that she had ever dreamed off began to tumble over each other in her mind. The appearance money that Bill had offered her, plus the prize purse added together and converted into local currency would mean that she'd never have to work again in her life once she returned to Bangkok! From the moment that this realization dawned in Rose's mind, Melissa never stood a chance and, as her eyelids started to droop a short time later, she weakly tapped out.

Knowing that this meant nothing, but also aware that she wanted the American bitch still a little conscious for what was coming, Rose released her hold and, with a dismissive, two footed punt, forced Mel's unresisting body under the bottom rope and over the edge of the apron.

Realization crashed into Mel's brain just before her body hit the floor. Weakly she tried to stand but before she could even get off her knees, the crowd swarmed over and around the barriers. "Please." she managed to gasp once before a tidal wave of rampant, randy masculinity swamped her. The t-shirt lasted a matter of seconds but soon her breasts were exposed for all to see . the panties that covered her thick, dark pussy bush remained in place for only slightly longer. Unlike Sally, Mel was no virgin . in fact, in a prior life she'd worked in a brothel so what she was about to endure was nothing that she hadn't undergone before . but it was still going to be a disgusting, degrading and humiliating experience she knew full well . 'Think of the money..' she told herself in an effort to con her own mind as the first man in line, a black, balding truck driver with bad breath, forced himself inside her before starting to hump her like an overly eager animal.

Back in the ring, Rose watched dispassionately as the American was gang raped below her. The kick-fighter didn't feel at all sorry for the bitch hadn't shown any mercy towards Sally, who was still whimpering as she was abused not far away . and Rose had seen the sexual pleasure building inside Mel as the woman had taunted her, fully expecting to win this contest. 'Let the bitch suffer!' she thought maliciously as she finally turned away and, escorted by a contingent of security staff, was guided back to her changing room though the baying throng of spectators.

**

A few days later, Rose was sitting in Bill's office, looking at the contract before her, her heart battling with her head. It was a lot of money the man was offering for her to stay and fight again . but she didn't need any more money . could you ever have enough in the bank, she wondered . but if she lost . she really didn't want to share Sally's fate . she'd been lucky against Mel . she'd made the comeback of the year . won a fight from a position that, having watched the tapes, none of the commentators thought she stood a chance in . she was pushing her luck but . but the money . slowly, she reached out for the pen and scrawled a signature across the dotted line.

"It's something you won't regret," smiled Bill thinking of how this slender, short but determined woman would boost his audience figures.

In her sing-song voice, heavily tinged with an accent, Rose replied, "I hope not . not like poor Sally."

Trying to look as solemn as he could, Bill agreed with the sentiment. "Yes . indeed . it was such a shock for the poor cleaner finding her like that . hanging from a beam in the main gym . what made her do it, you think?"

Rose looked at Bill as if he was something smelly she'd found on the bottom of her shoe. "If you don't know." Taking a breath, she tried to control her anger and finally just said, "Please make sure that her family gets her appearance money." before she spun on her heel and marched purposefully out of the office.

Behind her, Bill picked up the signed contract, looked at it with a smile on his face before he locked it away in his safe. "Foreigners," he commented to himself, "Bloody strange lot."



The end.


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