KERI'S KORNER: The Gym by Dylan
In a very ordinary run of the mill gym somewhere in Los Angeles , it is a work day like any other for Keri. She's a 24 year old 5'8”brunette beauty with green eyes and a spunky personality. Her face is a little round and of visibly Irish descent. Her body is an example of perfection; not an ounce of fat, toned abs, muscular thighs and perfectly round 34C breasts (think Karen McDougal). She is wearing a dark blue lycra bikini with new balance sneakers. She's been a personal trainer at the gym since she was 21. She enjoys her job , dates occasionally, but always felt a lack of excitement in her life. She had no idea when she came to work this morning, but today everything is about to change.
At about 3:00pm, in walks a blonde bombshell and two friends. She is obviously the leader of her crew. The gym is known for having a very loyal and small clientele, so Keri is always very wary of newcomers, and right away she doesn't like the looks of this group. In a word, she thinks…”trash.” The trio walks all around the place, making snide comments amongst themselves about the equipment and some of the patrons. The leader of the group, Tara, is a 5'7”blonde measuring 38-24-36 with green eyes and a six pack made of steel. Her thighs are thick, but all muscle. She has full lips and cat like eyes. She is wearing a g-string white thong with a matching white crop top with a decal that says bombs away. To finish off her trailer trash look are a pair of black combat style boots.
Tara is accompanied by a 5'10” slightly older looking brunette with a slender build and pouty mouth, and a 5'6” latin firebomb with thighs that look like they could crush ice. Tara and her crew go over to the universal weightlifting machine which is being used by a scrawny guy in his twenties. “Move it, pipsqueak.” Tara says. “I want to try this shit out.” The guy shoots Keri a “help” glance and quickly moves away.
Keri immediately goes over to the trio. “Can I help you with something?” she asks. Tara just looks her over and chuckles, “I doubt it.” She turns her attention away from Keri, who continues, “Look, if you want to sign up---“ she is abruptly cut off, “I'll do what I want, bitch.”
“I think you should go,” Keri says.
“Make me.” Replies Tara .
“What is this? The fifth grade?” asks Keri.
“Yeah, be careful, or I'll take your milk money,” replies Tara back as she walks past and bumps Keri's shoulder. Keri sees red and grabs Tara by the elbow. Tara , in turn bitch slaps Keri. “Don't touch me, bitch. I'll kill you.” Keri feels a trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth and immediately slugs the blonde in the jaw, knocking over a weightlifting bench. The whole gym now has their attention on the women. Tara 's two friends start to go for Keri.
“Don't!” calls out Tara , as she gets up. “She's mine.”
“Look, just get out before I call the cops.” Keri says.
“Call an ambulance instead,” replies Tara as she charges and tackles the unsuspecting brunette. They roll around on the floor with their hands in each other's hair. Tara stops when she gets on top and starts pounding Keri's head into the floor. Keri wraps her legs around Tara 's slim waste and squeezes hard. Tara 's head lurches up as the air is being forced out of her lungs. Tara stops pounding Keri's head and tries to release the vice like grip of Keri's powerful thighs. Keri finally lets go, brings her leg back and kicks her under the chin. She follows up by standing up and stomping repeatedly on Tara 's stomach, then her tits. Keri didn't know why she just attacked her tits; something instinctual, but it made her feel real good when she flattened them with her heel. Then, she starts kicking her in the ribs. Tara is definitely in trouble and her friends step in to help. Keri doesn't see this until it's too late. The brunette friend has picked up a dumbbell and slams it into Keri's back. Keri falls to the ground in agony, but has the sense of mind to send a mule kick into her kneecap. A CRUNCH is heard and the brunette writhes in agony on the floor. Keri turns her head forward just in time for the Latina friend called Sierra to send her kneecap into her eye knocking her flat on her back.
The fiery Latina , in her floral bikini and reebok sneakers follows up with a hard stomp between Keri's legs. Keri's torso immediately shoots up and she screams. She has never been hit in the crotch before and cannot believe the amount of pain it causes. She thought only guys hurt with their balls, but she can feel her clit smashed up against her pubic bone. Sierra obviously seems to know something about female anatomy she doesn't. Sierra keeps her foot there and grinds it in. “You like that, huh?” she teases through gritted teeth. The muscles in Sierra's thighs flex tight as she applies tremendous pressure to Keri's most sensitive region. Keri cannot believe how much the pain grows in a matter of seconds as she squirms and grabs at Sierra's ankle, but to no avail. Suddenly, her screams are cut short as she is grabbed and choked from behind. Tara has gotten up and now she and Sierra are double-teaming the girl.
Keri starts to panic, but in an amazing move, she manages to reach over her head and flip the blonde over, crashing into Sierra. Both girls hit the floor. Keri grabs her crotch and backs away. She doesn't have time to get up before Sierra pulls her up by the hair and attempts to toss her into the wall mirror. Keri reverses the toss and sends Sierra flying through the front window of the gym. She lands on the pavement with numerous cuts and doesn't move. Tara is stunned. Keri walks determinedly towards her foe. Tara is like a deer frozen in headlights. Without losing any forward momentum, Keri head-butts the blonde, then kicks her full on between the legs. When Tara falls to her knees, Keri knees her in the face, knocking her out cold.
The police arrive shortly to round the girls up. Keri receives some hospital treatment, then goes home. There, she gets a message on her machine from the owner of the gym telling her that she's fired. Just after that, the phone rings. She answers. An older woman's voice is on the other end.
“You caused my girls a bit of trouble,” says the voice.
“Who the fuck is this?” says Keri.
“Let's just say I'm someone who's very interested in the way you handled yourself today. I understand that you lost your job,” the woman replies.
“I'll say again. Who? The fuck? Is this?” Keri is losing her patience.
“I'm someone who can triple what you made at the gym. You're not a trainer. You're a fighter. And I'm sort of a…ummm, fight promoter. My name is Ashlyn, and I make women with your sort of talents a lot of money. If you're interested at all, come check out an event I'm putting together this weekend.”
Ashlyn hangs up. Keri shakes her head incredulously. However, she can't escape this exhilarating feeling; a natural high that hasn't left her body since her brawl.
During the next several days, Keri goes on the job hunt, but the only offers she can find are less than half of what she used to make. She has no family to rely on and is starting to panic. Friday night approaches and she can't get the phone call from Ashlyn out of her head. She puts on a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt and heads over to the address Ashlyn gave her.
The address is in a narrow alley in a bad part of town, but not too far from her apartment. Outside a steel nondescript door is a bouncer who just looks like he's guarding the dumpsters.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
“Ashlyn asked me to come,” Keri replies. She does not get a good vibe. He looks her over and opens the door. Immediately in front of her are a long set of stairs leading down. She follows the stairs down and begins to hear a loud roar of cheering. At the foot of the stairs is another man. He looks her over and lets her pass. She is now in a large, dark basement room. There are about seventy five people, mostly men, many of them Asians in business suits, all standing in a crowd. Their attention is directed to the far corner of the room. A large steel cage is erected there on two sides from floor to ceilinig. The other two sides are the back corner walls. The floor is hard cement, even inside the cage. Within the cage are two young women fighting. Keri makes her way through the crowd. She can tell the fight has been going on for some time. Both women are drenched in blood and sweat.
One girl is a stocky brunette with blonde streaks and huge tits. She wears a one-piece red mesh bodysuit with a thong back. She is barefoot. The other girl is very slender and slight. She is ethnic, possibly latin with a gorgeous face. Her black hair is long and matted to her body in sweat. She is naked. Nearby, some torn clothes lie. She seems to have been stripped of them. Keri is immediately drawn to the action. The girl in red, Marjone, has just tossed the other girl, Penelope, into the cage wall. Before she can fall, Marjone slugs a fist into her gut, doubling her over. She then tosses her again to the opposite concrete wall. She hits it hard and concrete dust fall from the ceiling. Penelope slides down the wall and breathes heavily. She puts her hand out in front of her and whispers, “I give.”
Marjone ignores her as she charges and rams a foot in her crotch. Penelope jolts and falls to the side, clutching her pussy. She slaps her hand on the concrete several times. Marjone raises her arms and parades around the ring. The gate on the cage opens and Marjone is escorted out by a large man, who puts a robe around her. Another two men enter the ring and carry out Penelope.
Keri is both horrified and excited at what she has just seen. Her first thought consumes her and she starts to back away from the crowd and heads towards the door. Someone steps right in her way. It is a 5'3” brunette vixen, wearing a full length tight black dress with silver pumps. Her hair long and curly. Her deep blue eyes pierce Keri's soul. She is an older woman, maybe late ‘30's, but Keri can immediately see every tight curve this woman has to offer.
“You have to be Keri,” the woman says in an unbelievably sexy husky voice. Keri recognizes her voice from the phone call. This is Ashlyn. Keri tries to regain her composure, as she is sure her tongue is wagging. “You must be Ashlyn,” she says clearing her throat.
“Didn't you like what you saw?” Ashlyn asks.
“I just caught the ending,” replies Keri.
Ashlyn licks her lips. “That was the best part.”
“It looks like a girl can get really hurt in there,” says Keri.
“Well, what are a couple bumps and bruises worth to you, Keri? For Penelope there, it's worth about $3,000.” Ashlyn says.
“$3,000?” Keri repeats.
“And she's the loser.” Keri is speechless. Ashlyn continues, “You see, I run a very private league, with a very exclusive clientele, who have money to spend, as long as the fights are competitive and the women are beautiful and ruthless. I won't lie to you, they're a sadistic bunch. The harder the girls fight, the more money they bet, the more the girls get paid.”
“What are the rules?” asks Keri.
“No rules,” Ashlyn answers. “The fight is over when someone submits. Even if you're losing, though, the longer you stay in the fight, the more money you get at the end. It's a little extra incentive to keep the fans happy. No one wants to see a Tyson fight.”
Ashlyn can see the wheels turning in Keri's head. “Stick around,” she says. “The main event is about to start. We'll talk again later.” Ashlyn winks at her before she turns back towards the crowd.
Keri watches intently as Ashlyn is escorted by one of the male heavies into the ring through the metal gate. There is no microphone , however her voice booms over the chatterbox crowd. “Alright boys and girls. It's time for the main event of the evening.” Cheers all around. She continues, “Will the beautiful and sexy Janine hold on to her title as queen of the tiger league…” Tiger league? thinks Keri. Wow, that's kinda lame. “…or will she suffer a beat down by her eager opponent…” The crowd is obviously anticipating the name of the challenger. “…Hailey?” The crowd erupts in chatter and a betting melee ensues. Keri could tell by the chaos that was now ensuing that this was serious business.
After about 5 minutes, a bell rings and all betting stops. From somewhere on the other side of the room, a door opens and out walks a 5'7” black goddess. She was more brown than black, definitely a mix of races, and gorgeous. She has prominent cheek bones that giver her a very dangerous look. She has short black hair, tossled wild. She wears an all gold bikini, with a large gold belt and has two chains of gold buckles hanging open around her shoulders going down to her waist. She is barefoot.
From another door on the same side of the room comes the most beautiful blonde Keri has ever seen. She's 5'8”with piercing dark eyes and dirty blonde hair that goes halfway down her back. Her face is classic beauty. She wears a tight fitting white dress that goes down just above her knees. It is laced with holes up and down to reveal her tanned skin. She has on white platform pumps and silver earrings. She looks as if she's going out to a party more than a fight. On both elbows, however, are two braces and up and down both arms she is adorned with floral tattoos. Her mixture of class and danger is quite unique. Her name is Janine.
When both fighters are in the ring, the gate is closed and they begin to circle one another; Hailey in a crouching stance; Janine simply walking around decadently. Keri cannot figure out yet who the reigning champion is.
Suddenly, Hailey lashes out first, grabbing one of the chains off her shoulder and whipping it with marksman precision around Janine's throat. It wraps tightly and Hailey pulls and whips Janine into the concrete wall. Janine doesn't even flinch when her back hits. She grabs the chain and pulls with amazing strength Hailey right into her. Janine methodically extends her left thigh and Hailey's crotch lands right into it with a loud SMACK!!! Janine follows this up with a vicious head-butt. Hailey backpedals with one hand on her head and the other on her pussy. She is stunned. Janine calmly unwraps the chain from around her neck and tosses it onto the floor. She could easily attack Hailey now, but waits for her to regain her composure. While Hailey should be grateful, it makes her fume with anger. Hailey grabs the other chain around her shoulder and lashes out at Janine, who doesn't move. The edge of the chain slashes open the front of her dress, revealing a pair of perfect 36C breasts. Janine looks down, then at Hailey as she tilts her head to one side and calmly says, “You're gonna pay for that.” This Janine is the shit ! thinks Keri. Hailey lashes out again. This time, the chain is headed right for Janine's face. At the last moment, she intercepts and pulls again. Hailey is ready this time and for a few seconds there is a mighty one handed tug of war. Finally, Janine lets go, sending Hailey flat on her ass. The crowd erupts in laughter. Hailey has never been more humiliated. She uses the chain as a whip, lashing at Janine from every angle. Janine easily ducks every strike and before Hailey knows it, she is within arm's length of her. Janine blocks her last blow, steps in and again delivers a head-butt. She grabs the chain from Hailey, turns her around and wraps it around her throat. She lifts her off the ground, strangling her. It isn't until Hailey's face turns purple that Janine finally lets go. She tosses the chain along with the other one onto the floor. Hailey drops to her knees in a coughing frenzy.
Janine takes this time to remove her shoes and earrings. She also looks down at her torn dress in dismay and sighs. She rips it the rest of the way off. She now stands fully naked. “Can we get serious now?” she asks Hailey as she approaches her. Hailey isn't as hurt as she made out. She lurches forward, grabs both Janine's ankles and drops her on her ass, smashing her tailbone. Janine winces in pain. Hailey leaps on her and begins driving elbows into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. After 3 blows, she sends a hard elbow to her chin. Janine bites her tongue and spews a little blood. She straddles the blonde, trapping her arms and starts bashing her head into the concrete floor. Janine throws her long legs up and over Hailey's head and pulls her off by them. She starts to get to her knees when Hailey comes bouncing back. She kicks Janine hard in the ribs, knocking her over. She sends another foot into her gut as Janine is on her side. Janine grabs her leg before it can retract, and twists it. Now, it is Hailey who falls on her ass hard. Janine steamrolls over her body and punches her square in the nose. Next, she lifts Hailey up by the hair and tosses her, face first into the concrete wall, where she proceeds to bash her face over and over into the wall. Janine turns her around and says, “Give, bitch!” Hailey spits blood defiantly in her face. Janine immediately puts one hand around her throat and the other between her legs and squeezes. Hailey's eyes bulge and her mouth opens, but she cannot scream. Keeping her one hand on her throat, Janine winds up and sends the other into a hard fisted uppercut into Hailey's twat. She wants to double over, but can't. She's pinned. Janine doesn't ask again. She can see the defiance in her face still remains….so she sends another fist into her pussy…and another …and another. Finally, Hailey squeaks out, “I give.” Janine tosses her onto the floor. Hailey is on her hands and knees, with her head hanging on the floor. Janine is not satisfied, so she gives her a hard kick to the ribs that flattens her out.
The crowd starts chanting “JANINE!” Keri has her answer to the question she was wondering about which one the reigning champ was. She's also convinced that these fights are too bloody brutal for her. However, she still can't shake this rush she feels just being around it. A big part of her wants to run into the cage right now and start a fight. She thinks she must be going mad so she quickly leaves.
She tries to put the night's events out of her head, but two days later receives a call from Ashlyn, who explains that the league is going under some vast changes. The bouts are getting shorter and shorter. The concrete walls and floors cause injury that makes the matches end way too quickly. This is not good for business. She explains that starting next week, a full size ring with mats and ring apron will be the forum. She's secured the new venue. She asks Keri to reconsider. After a few more days of fruitless job searches, Keri calls back and agrees to try it out once, under the condition that Ashlyn match her up with a novice, like her. Ashlyn says she wouldn't have it any other way. In two days, Keri's first fight is on.