Showdown at the KO Corral

Win, Lose, or Draw at the KO Corral

The KO Corral is a unique fight venue. It consists of an indoor ring, but instead of canvas, the floor is covered with sawdust, and instead of the typical ropes and turnbuckles, the ring is surrounded by split rail fence, wrapped with thin foam pads, but the wooden cornerposts are just bare wood. The owner, who calls himself Spike, has held a monthly fight night at this unique arena for more than 3 years. The rules at the Corral are similar to extreme fighting rules. Fighters use padded sparring gloves that cover their knuckles but allow their fingers free for grabbing and holding. Combatants are required to use headgear and mouth guards too, because the rules allow punching, kicking, and hitting while down. There is no submission and all fights go to KO, thus the name KO Corral is apt.

The fights put on a pretty good show using pro-style stunts and pulled punches, but one previous fight between Tina and Keri had gotten extraordinarily real, with the tiny Asian, Tina taking the first-ever cunt-busting KO from the full figured bigger blonde, Keri. That had given Spike big ideas. He realized that this format could be used for real… and there was big money in it. He had decided that once a month he would schedule a real fight into the Corral as the highlight of a Saturday night card. The girls would put on a show to warm up the crowd, but then the final fight would be fought for real.

Spike had seen the corner girls from the Keri-Tina were a big hit with the crowd, so he offered them each $1000 to go at it as the capstone event to this evening's festivities. Cheri, last time winner Tina's roommate, showed she was in great aerobic shape as her Cherokee Indian maiden bikini top and fringed miniskirt revealed her 5’2” 34b-25-34 frame. Her opponent, a Latino beauty, Angela, was a more substantial 36D-24-35 which was packed in to a red/white polka dot bikini top and button fly denim jeans cut-offs with little toy holsters and plastic six shooters on each hip. Angela had helped her friend Keri finish Tina off in the last fight using some pretty rough techniques. Rumors spread quickly through the raucous crowd that this was going to be a grudge match.

Spike had agreed to pay each fighter $1000 to fight, plus a bonus of $750 to win, and another $250 bonus if you managed to strip your opponent before the 5^th round. This time he insisted on no interference from the corners. Also there were few rules, no time limit and winning was by KO only.. no submission, in the KO Corral tradition. The place was packed for the fight… mostly male crowd… the room heating up getting to 80 degrees even before the fight.

Little Cheri was visibly nervous, changing her weight from foot to foot as she waited in her corner like a filly in the race gait for the bell to start the first round. Angela looked much more in control, listening to Keri's instructions to use the ropes, assert her size advantage and to lay into the little bitch's tits early on.

At the bell for Round 1, Angela charged out of her corner before Cheri could make it half way to center-ring. Angela grabbed the smaller girl by her bikini top and yanked her forward as she balled up her right fist and drove it deep into the little girl's bare midriff, shaking the fringe on her miniskirt like a hula dancer. Cheri emitted an unlady-like whooof as she doubled over and the plastic clasp holding shut the front of her bikini top snapped, leaving her bikini top free to swing open and her delicate little mammaries to pop out. The little girl looked panicked and in trouble already as Angela could not ignore these new targets and slammed her right forearm up into Cheri's perky little bare breasts. Back in the corner, Keri squealed with delight as she yelled her encouragement. "Atta girl, Angle-baby! Smash her worthless little tits… smash em til they're flat as pancakes!" Angela laughed thinking to herself that Cheri's little tits were already pretty flat. But she didn't stop to think long and slammed her right fist upward working it straight in to Cheri's dangling left nipple, the soft bare breast flesh cushioning her knuckles as they drove the meat of her mammary back into her chest and around the side of her ribs toward her underarm.

Angela shoved her opponent back into the wooden rails that surrounded the Corral. Cheri's body jerked as her bare back hit the harsh thinly padded wood. Angela tore away Cheri's top, whipping it out into the screaming crowd, then quickly went back to work targeting her small left bare breast. Cheri's breasts were narrow and pointy, the 1-inch long nipples popping up from puffy red oval shaped areolas, that were longer up and down than they were side to side. The crowd was beginning to get worked up, "Get her Angela… pound her tits off, baby!" Angela positioned herself so she had a clear shot at Cheri's left chest and began to pound away, knocking Cheri's little boob upward with a right uppercut, then outward with a left cross that ripped across the nipple, upward again with a solid uppercut, and then inward with a right hook that smashed the breast and her left underarm. Cheri's nipple stiffened more with each cruel punch until the red hard tip was firm and rubbery. Cheri heard the crowd screaming "more.. more.. more" with each punch as her mind raced to discover a defense. Finally the bell rang ending round one and Cheri staggered to her corner clutching her wounded left boob, the erect nipple poking out visibly between her middle and ring finger.

Keri was jubilant as Angela pranced to her corner and accepted a long drink of bottled water. In the opposite corner, a young man helped Cheri with a drink and a wet towel as cold compress to her left chest. The boy said sheepishly, "I don't want to tell you what to do, but I don't think your little boob can't take much more like that." Cheri nodded, not really sure how to respond. He continued softly, "Maybe you should go low."

At the bell for Round 2, Angela again sprang from her corner and sped toward Cheri. This time Cheri was ready and landed her first shot of the fight, stabbing Angela in her bare belly with a solid right that made her big boobs wobble enough to expose the big fleshy undersides of the substantial glands drooping from under the polka dot top. Angela was not prepared for the punch and it stopped her dead in her tracks. Cheri followed up with a backhand smack across Angela's pretty face that sent her sidestepping to her left with her arms flying up. Cheri loaded up and sent another solid right into Angela's belly. This one dug even deeper driving air from the bigger girl's lungs. The crowd sounded different now as Cheri's contingent had a chance to cheer, "Yeh Cheri baby, chop her down! Nail her puffy boobs til they bleed, girl!" But Cheri had other ideas, as she aimed then rammed her boney knee up into Angela's unprotected crotch. Angela's teeth clinched onto her mouthguard as she sucked for air through her teeth, feeling Cheri's patella smash up against the front of her pubic mound under her cutoffs. Angela was so shocked that she failed to cover up, leaving herself open as Cheri rammed her knee up even harder again, nearly lifting her feet up out of the sawdust. Angela was visibly rocked, grabbing on to the top rail with her left hand trying to steady herself. Cheri took the opening and hooked a right hook into the outside of Angela's undefended big left tit sending it smashing in to the center of her chest. But this just seemed to wake Angela from her reverie, and she instinctively countered with a right cross of her own that pancaked Cheri's bare right tit. This managed to stop Cheri's attack and gave Angela time to recover. Cheri managed to poke a weak right into Angela's left boob, that further exposed the fleshy underside. But Angela grabbed Cheri's left arm and twisted it behind her back, using her superior weight to shove the smaller girl face-first into the railing as she stepped behind her. The harsh wood of the top rail caught Cheri's bare chest right across her the middle of her tits. Angela grinned and proceeded to yank her hapless victim down along the rail… splinters stabbing in to Cheri's little sensitive breasts, abrading her nipples leaving them raw and speckled with little pin-sized dots of blood. The bell sounded just as they reached the wooden cornerpost.

Cheri's breasts felt on fire as she ran to her corner, pouring water across her chest to put out the flame and picking the splinter from the soft breast tissue. Kari began screaming at Angela as she neared her corner, rubbing her aching groin and nodding as Kari chided her for letting the little bimbo get to her like that. Angela assured her she was fine, while Kari screamed that she was lucky she only got smacked in her left tit, "You screwed up and got lucky, she could have nailed you in your right tit, and you know what that could mean!" Kari caught herself up short immediately as she said this, hoping no one heard. "Get her in the clinch again against the rail… you scratched her up pretty good but you gotta do more, ya hear!" Angela nodded.

DING At the bell for Round 3 Angela got up much slower and the two fighters met center-ring, neither engaging immediately as they began to circle. Angela finally swooped in and grabbed Cheri in a front bear hug. The smaller girl struggled and snaked her hand down, grabbing Angela's shorts as Cheri was lifted and her feet left the sawdust. The combined motion ripped the 2 buttons right off Angela's jeans and they flapped open to reveal she was not wearing underwear. Cheri groped and finally grabbed a few of the dark curly hairs that were revealed and started tugging. But Angela ignored the pain and smashed Cheri's bare back into wooden cornerpost with a thud. Cheri's body stiffened with the impact. Angela pinned the smaller girl to the post by laying her left forearm across the top of her chest just under her throat. Cheri had felt a tingle down her left arm as her spine hit the post, resulting in her left arm dropping to her side. Angela laid in to her exposed bare left breast with vigor, driving punch after punch up into the poor girl's blood-speckled nipple. Angela's knuckles slammed into the tiny tit as the sound of leather on sweaty breast flesh resounded around the ring to the delight of the crowd. Cheri's engorged left nipple was smashed deep into her soft breast flesh popping back into shape after each punch. Cheri tossed her head back in agony as her battered tit absorbed the brutal punishment. Finally Cheri reached down and again grabbed Angela's pubes, yanking hard to distract her. This time Angela yelped in pain as a few strands of curly black short hairs tore out of the sensitive skin covering her mound. Angela had to step back and tear Cheri's fingers away from her bush. As she did so, Cheri again brought her knee up and Angela's teeth clenched together as she absorbed another violent knee to her groin. Cheri's thinking came in to focus as she watched the big girl sag to her knees with a look of shock on her pale face. Cheri thought of the $250 strip bonus and immediately stepped behind Angela and began working the big girl's shorts off, wiggling them off her hips and down her legs, finally off her ankles. Cheri tossed them out to the crowd which allowed Angela a moment to recover. But with Cheri's left tit turning from dark red to purple splotches, she was in no hurry to re-engage and instead paraded around the inside of the Corral's fence cupping her wounded left tit in her left palm, the small breast seeming to droop a bit lower than the right now. The bell sounded to end Round 3.

Cheri returned to her corner where she accepted a long drink of water from the young man and nodded to him when he volunteered, "You'd better let me put some ice on that," and gently pulled her left hand away from the beaten boob. Angela slowly pulled herself up and staggered over to Keri in her corner, unable to straighten up completely as she massaged her naked crotch to the delight of the lascivious crowd. Keri was irate, screaming at Angela to pay attention.

DING Round 4 started slowly with the two wary fighters circling and fencing with their arms initially. Angela's used her strength to maneuver Cheri into the corner, deflected her attempt to bring her knee up, then caught her flush on her left temple with a solid right hook. Cheri sagged back against the rail bringing her hands up to guard her head defensively. The crowd cheered as Angela followed with a left hook to the head and right uppercut to the chin that had Cheri pinned to the corner. Angela leaned in against her trapped prey and easily unhooked and unzipped her miniskirt, letting it fall into the sawdust revealing Cheri's pretty silky blue panties to the gawking crowd. The $250 strip bonus was within Angela's sight now. Almost punching blindly, Cheri flicked out a left jab that caught Angela square on her unguarded right breast. She jerked as she felt the pain stab into her pendulous pillowy soft tit and backed off 2 steps toward center-ring. Only Keri knew why. Angela's right breast had developed 2 rather large fibro cysts, and Cheri's weak punch must have connected with one of the swollen hypersensitive lumps. Keri knew this put Angela at a distinct disadvantage, but only if Cheri were able to detect it. Angela had relied on her size and figured she would dominate the fight, risking take one or two shot to her tit for the money.

Cheri shook her head, clearing the cobwebs as she stepped in from the corner a bit surprised by her success. She took aim and plowed home a solid low blow right, digging her fist in just above the top of Angela's triangle of pubic hair, driving her back another step with her eyes wide with shock. Angela grimaced as the punch compressed her bladder and put pressure on her sensitive ovaries. The Cheri-faction of the crowd cheered, "That's it, nail her in the pussy, baby… chop her down to size, then lay in to them fun bags!" When Angela failed to bring her hands down, Cheri stabbed her with another wicked low right, this time straight in to base of her hairy mound, flattening her clitoris. Angela had to drop her guard to cover up her aching battered bush. Cheri grinned for the first time in the fight, revealing her red plastic mouthguard as she swung a left hook that connected with Angela's unguarded chin, snapping her head to the side. Angela spun 180 degrees, turning her back to Cheri and falling face-first into the rail, bracing herself by placing her arms on the top rail. Cheri stepped forward and easily unclasped Angela's bikini top in the back and brushed it off her shoulders. Angela turned to face her as Cheri tugged at the top, resulting in a brief tug-o-war. Cheri managed to rip away the top from Angela's grip and whip it into the crowd just as Round 4 ended. Cheri had won the $250 strip bonus as she moved to her corner leaving Angela naked, covering herself up resting against the rail.

As Cheri gulped water and sighed when a cold compress was pressed to the sweaty back of her neck, the young man quietly pointed out, "her right tit really can't take a punch… you may want to work that a little more." Cheri nodded realizing just how true that was. Angela tried to regroup and Keri tried to get her to focus, "you have to be more aggressive, and get after her flat little tits again fast and hard, you hear me!" Angela also nodded as the bell rang for Round 5.

DING. Both girls were looking to take control of the fight as they stepped out from their corners for Round 5. Cheri's left breast was visibly swollen and turning purple from the bruising, but Angela was unable to straighten up her naked body due to the solid shots she'd taken to her sex. Angela opened up stabbing a quick left jab at Cheri's left tit, which she deftly fended off. But Angela followed with a left cross that landed with a "smack" to the tenderized little tit. Cheri squealed with the renewed pain but bravely countered with a right cross that slammed in to the inner portion of Angela big bare right tit flattening it out against her arm. Angela froze in her tracks as tears involuntarily streaked down her cheeks. Cheri followed up with a crushing uppercut into the soft underside of Angela's right mammary. The tit flew up as if it was going to rip off. Angela staggered backwards horrified at the pain stabbing into her chest like an external heart attack. Cheri chided her, "Ha… what's wrong, you saggy cow… I guess you can dish it out but that flabby right boob of yours just can't take it." Angela's right tit was very sensitive around the cysts, even to a gentle touch, and Cheri had just clubbed it with a huge uppercut. Angela defended her right tit, cupping it in her left hand as she retreated. Cheri bent forward and pumped a straight right then a straight left directly in to Angela's hairy cunt, her knuckles banging against the front of Angela's boney pubis. As Cheri swung again, Angela turned aside defensively, turning her back so she faced out toward the rails and Cheri's punch landed harmlessly on the fleshy side of her right butt cheek. Cheri picked a new target and slammed her right fist into Angela's right kidney once, then again. Angela's knees gave in from the searing pain and she began to slide down the rail, until it top rail caught her under her large wobbly boobs. Cheri leaned in and pinned Angela against the rails at just the point, seeing the big boobs flopped down across the top wooden rail. Cheri reached around Angela's right side and brought her clenched fist crashing down on the top of the boob, smashing it flat down against the wood beam, which ground itself up into the soft underside of the substantial gland. Cheri enjoyed the feel of the slippery gland and pounded her fist down onto it again and again tenderizing the meaty boob. Angela felt herself losing consciousness as her cystic mammary was squished against the railing producing unbelievable pain. As the bell rang to end the round, Cheri stepped away and let Angela crash to her knees on the floor, giving her a short kick in the bare ass for show before returning to her corner.

Angela took a long time before slowly standing, clutching her tenderized right tit gingerly in her right hand and slumping over to Keri in her corner. Keri was clearly worried, but as Angela reluctantly let her examine the damage, Keri realized the pounding may have popped the cysts, not the preferred cure, but not all bad either. Cheri was wildly confident in her corner, taking only a sip of water and pacing, anxious to get back and finish Angela off. Keri whispered softly to Angela, "she thinks your finished, so bluff her… sucker her in and then nail her, no mercy, you hear me!"

DING Round 6 started with Cheri flying from her corner and charging over to Angela, who almost over acted as she staggered toward center-ring hunched over, clutching her right tit. As Cheri confidently approached and started to pry Angela's hand away from her wounded melon, Angela suddenly straightened up, put her hands on each of Cheri's shoulders and brought her knee up into the shocked girl's wide open crotch. The impact nearly lifted the smaller girl up off the sawdust as a look of shock and horror filled Cheri's face. Angela slid her hands down off Cheri's shoulders until they clamped onto Cheri's little boobs to hold her in place. Angela brought her knee up one… two… three more times while hanging on to Cheri by her tiny tits. Cheri fell into the dirt on her knees clutching her crotch in agony. Angela removed her right hand from Cheri's left tit while tightening her grip on the left one, and proceeded to cruelly use her right knee now on Cheri's damaged left mammary. The knee made 3 hollow "thump thump thump" sounds on Cheri's chest pancaking her boob before she fell flat into the sawdust while moving her hands up from her pussy to her beaten boob. Angela deftly reached down and shimmied Cheri's panties off her butt, down, and off her ankles, tossing them out into the crowd who roared at the sight of Cheri's bare butt. "Now I guess we'll see whose tits and cunt can really take it, won't we, you flat chested little freak!"

Cheri struggled to get to her hands and knees, where Angela grabbed her by her bangs and picked her up to her knees. Then Angela knelt on her left knee and raised her right knee behind Cheri's back, then pulling her by her bangs backward, proceeded to bend Cheri backwards over her right knee, fully exposing her soft belly and treating the crowd to a clear view of Cheri's nicely trimmed "mohawk" of blondish pubes. Angela raised her left elbow, then stabbed it down into Cheri's exposed abdomen just at the top of her pubes, smashing her bladder and ovaries beneath. Cheri emitted a pained "ummf" but remained stretched back over Angela's knee by her bangs. Angela brought her elbow stabbing down into Cheri's fully stretched lower belly again, then again, before the bell sounded and Cheri was able to roll off Angela's knee and flop onto her side in the sawdust, balled up into the fetal position.

Angela was breathing hard but moved to her corner with confidence, taking a long drink of bottled water from Keri. Cheri moaned and grunted as she slowly mustered the strength to get up to her hands and knees. In fits and starts she began to crawl toward her corner, seeing the young man holding out some water, but seeming so far away.

DING Before Cheri could crawl to her corner the bell sounded to start Round 7. Angela strode out, grabbed Cheri by her ankles and yanked her back to center-ring. Cheri got to her hands and knees and began to crawl again, but Angela stopped her with a brutal kick to her left ribs. Cheri covered her ribs with her left arm. But Angela reached down and pulled her left arm away, lifting it up high and straightening it, fully exposing the girl's left side. Angela then took aim and kicked her foot up into Cheri's damaged left tit. The crowd almost collectively gasped as Angela's foot slammed up into the purply dangling little pointy breast. At first the crowd quieted, but they quickly they got over the shock of this brutal sight. Angela kicked up into Cheri's gland again and the crowd cheered as the tit began to ooze a drop of clear fluid from the tip of the jutting nipple. The sight was horrifying but riveting. Angela kicked again opening a small cut right across the areola of the swollen breast, and someone in the crowd yelled "More!" Angela kicked the droopy tit again and the one voice was joined by several, "More!" Angela kicked and with each brutal tit-bashing the crowd chanted in unison, "More…more… more!" Cheri tried to hang on, but Angela was relentless, with the cheers of "More.. more…more" Angela's foot smashed up into Cheri's dangling fleshy meat again and again, now more just a sack of bruised oozing tissue. Cheri's eyes rolled up as she drifted in and out of consciousness and her body and mind tried to cope with the agonizing breast beating. The Corral's first ever Tit-KO was near at hand. Angela felt her opponent weakening and really didn't want her fun to end. Angela reached down and grabbed Cheri's distended nipple, yanking down on it playfully as if milking a cow. The crowd roared their approval. Angela then quickly raised Cheri's arm again and resumed her battering, kicking at Cheri's poor little tit as the crowd got back in rhythm, "More… kick…. More… smash… More… smack!" Cheri finally faded out and her body went limp. Angela held the left arm and rolled her unconscious opponent over onto her back, bringing her knees up, then wide apart. As the bell rang to signal a winner… Angela rose up, then drove her knee down into the girl's wide open pussy, grinding it in with vengeful delight. Cheri's body instinctively jerked with the painful assault.

Keri jumped into the ring and raised Angela's right hand in victory, smashing her own foot down onto Cheri's mangled left mammary once herself before leaving the ring with her victorious partner. The young man slipped through the rails and cradled Cheri until she woke and began to recover. The crowd was riotous not believing what they had just witnessed, but thirsty for even more next month.