It was hot and sunny day. The arena crowd have been whipped into a frenzy from the previous matches. They were looking for blood. This was it, the final battle to determine the queen of the ring. Both combatants were bruised, battered and exhausted from the previous rounds of battle. This tournament started with sixteen women and it has been narrowed down to two finalists. Each lady had already defeated three difficult opponents. In one corner stood a glistening tall and slender naked blonde, standing about 5'8", weighing in around 120lbs. Her name was Lisa. In the other corner stood a glistening tall and slender naked brunette, standing about 5'8", weighing in around 125lbs. Her name was Karen. Both their beautiful chests, a nice 34C, had been abused by their previous opponents. To become queen of the ring, anything goes, no holds barred.

They didn't want to fight each other, due to them forming a friendship outside the ring. Unfortunately for one of them, there had to be a loser. Their rest period, way too short for them, was over and their muscles still ached. The ref rang the makeshift belt, barely heard over the roaring crowd. The two ladies made a gut check and walked out of their respective corners, intensely staring at each other. The crowd soon became merely background noise to the ladies, as they concentrated on each other. They knew there would be no favorites. They knew the people were gambling on either one to be the victor. Their only goal was to survive and become queen of the ring.

Lisa went in first against Karen, showing off a little more aggressivity. She locked up with Karen in an elbow to collar tie up before quickly grabbing Karen's arm, twisting it into a vicious armbar. She pulled and yanked on Karen's shoulder, having seen Karen's other opponents work on it. Lisa continued to apply pressure by further twisting Karen's wrist. Karen winced in pain, but she couldn't give in. She didn't want to lose this early.

With her free hand, Karen tugged on Lisa's hair, wrenching her head back. Lisa controlled Karen's arm, so it became a battle of wills. The crowd was getting impatient at the lack of action. Karen drove her knee hard into Lisa's midsection. It weakened Lisa's hold on her arm, but not enough to pry it free. Karen drove her knee a second time into Lisa's taut abs, knocking Lisa down to her knees, gasping for air. Lisa had to let go of Karen's arm, as she tried to get her oxygen back. Karen took the handful of hair and yanked Lisa back hard to the mat. Lisa, lying flat on her back, on the hot canvas, breathing heavily. Karen tried to recover by shaking out the pins and needles out of her tired arm.

Karen stomped Lisa's breasts, giving her more time to recover. Karen then stomped Lisa's ribs, knocking more air out of the blonde's body. The blonde rolled up into a ball, trying to protect her vulnerable beaten body. The brunette grabbed the blonde's arm, pulling it straight up in the air. She pushed the blonde back on her back, as she planted her foot squarely on Lisa's chest. Karen dug her heel into Lisa's breast flesh, keeping her on the mat, while yanking up hard on the arm. It was clear to the boisterous crowd, she was trying to dislocate Lisa's shoulder.

Lisa was in extreme pain, as she felt her arm being stretched beyond its limits, while her breast mushroomed against her chest cavity. Karen was relentless in her attack. Lisa sucked it up and used her available arm to sink her claws into Karen's calf muscle. She must have hit the right nerve as Karen let go of Lisa's arm instantly, then she bent down to remove Lisa's hand. In doing so, with Lisa's newly freed arm, she managed to trip up the brunette onto the mat. Lisa held on to Karen's calf, digging her nails in further into the muscle. She picked herself up, propping up the brunette's leg up in the air. Karen tried and tried to kick Lisa with her free leg, but it had no effect, they were only glancing blows. Lisa then dug her heel into Karen's crotch. A blood curling scream echoed into the open air, as the brunette's crotch was attacked. Lisa grinded her heel mercilessly, while bending over to twist Karen's ankle over her thigh. The brunette was desperate, she managed to grab some of Lisa's dangling blonde locks and pulled her head hard towards her on the mat. Lisa's body couldn't maintain her balance, thus getting flipped over Karen, landing hard on her back.

Karen took over, discarding whatever pain she felt, with a new boost of adrenaline. The brunette rolled atop the blonde, they battled for supremity. With each roll over, punch, scratch, slap and choke, the crowd cheered depending on who, they gambled on, was on top. The brunette, finally managed to pin down the blonde underneath her. But that didn't last long, for as soon as Karen adjusted herself, Lisa bucked her off. Both ladies were on their knees staring at each other sweaty and exhausted. The crowd demanded they fight. All that could be heard throughout the arena was, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The ladies had no choice but to gather themselves and fight. It was obvious they were evenly matched. That's how they managed to get to the finals of the tournament to become queen. Karen was limping noticebly, due to the attacks on her calf and ankle. Lisa wasn't much better off with a bum shoulder, bruised ribs and battered breasts. Their bodies couldn't take much more punishment. The blonde attacked the brunette by diving at her legs.

Lisa tripped up Karen, making her land helplessly on her back. The blonde started spreading Karen's ankles, placing one foot on Karen's thigh, pinning it to the mat. Then Lisa fell back, holding the brunette's bad leg, stretching Karen into a full on split. Karen twisted and turned, trying to get out of this hold. Surprisingly to Lisa, the hold wasn't affecting Karen as much as she thought. Karen happened to be very flexible but even she knew she couldn't hold out very long. The problem was, Karen couldn't figure a way out. Luckily for her, Lisa grew tired and impatient. The blonde got up, still holding on to the brunette's leg. She started to twist her body and legs around Karen's legs. Lisa was trying to finish off Karen with a figure four leg lock, but Karen fought against it. She knew it certainly would be the end. Karen kicked and kicked with everything she had left, but Lisa continued to spin around the brunette's leg. Karen sat up, grabbing the blonde's hair, pulling her once again towards the mat. Karen untangled her legs from Lisa's legs and pounced on Lisa's body.

Karen secured Lisa's arms between her thighs and calves. She lowered her naked butt on Lisa's face, causing Lisa's world to go dark. The brunette then sunk one claw on Lisa's mammary, the other claw attacked the blonde's stomach. The crowd could sense the end. Their anticipation grew, as they roared their approval for the new queen. But suddenly, lost in that roar of the crowd, was a shriek of pain echoed by Karen. Lisa out of complete desperation bit the brunette's sex. Karen was so incensed, that she raised her ass off Lisa, letting go of her claw holds. Lisa, too weak to do anything, gasped as much air as she could, but it was too late. Karen switched positions, sitting behind a beaten Lisa. Karen ensnared Lisa's head with her legs in a figure four headscissor. Karen squeezed the life out of the blonde with every last ounce of strength. The crowd noise level rose again, as they had seen Karen defeat her previous opponents this way. The ref came in to check on Lisa. As the ref raised the blonde's arm, Karen began to sob uncontrollably as she was mentally, physically and emotionally spent.

The ref raised Lisa's arm a tenth time, with it falling down a tenth time. He declared the match over as the blonde was lifeless. Karen fell back on the mat, still sobbing, having defeated what she considered a friend. Karen was propped up, unable to stand on her own, by a pair of burly bodyguards and declared queen of the ring. The crowd roared its approval, even if some people bet on the blonde to win.

"And that my sons, is how Karen the slave, your mother, my wife, became my Queen," the King said, finishing up his storytelling.