KERI'S KORNER VII: The Next Level

Keri and Brooke make it back to Keri's place from the back alley beating Keri unfortunately suffered at the forced hand (or rather foot), of her new found friend Brooke. Brooke has to help her all the way up the stairs to her 3 rd floor apartment. Keri hasn't spoken a word the whole trip. Inside her apartment, she still no longer wants to speak. A brutal beat down to her crotch is unfortunately becoming routine for the poor grappler, but this past incident has her very emotionally wrought. After all, it was Brooke who inflicted all the pain to her bruised and swollen crotch this time around. All she wants to do is pop some pain pills and lie down with an ice pack over her pussy.

Once she is settled, she asks Brooke to leave. Brooke keeps apologizing up and down. Keri tells her she understands, but just needs to be alone. Brooke begrudgingly leaves. Keri cries all night.

The next day is Thursday. Keri receives a phone call from Ashlyn (as she knew she would). Despite almost being spade in the ring by a psychotic cunt with a personal agenda last weekend, Ashlyn wants her back in the arena this weekend. Word got around to fans and fighters alike about the incredibly brutal match. Keri is apparently the hottest thing the underground league has seen in a very long while. Despite the verbal agreement Keri finds herself forced to oblige with the league, of which she no longer wants any part of, she feels very justified in arguing her way out of her commitment due to last week's events. Before she even has a chance to tenure her resignation, Ashlyn tells her that for a variety of reasons, the top one being the travesty Keri had to endure in the ring last week, she is being immediately advanced to the next level of fighters in the league. There are only three levels, and Keri knows it usually takes even the best of fighters at least ten wins to advance to level two. She is getting there after only three.

Keri is genuinely ecstatic and doesn't hide it. She is a born fighter. It's in her blood and she can't deny it. As she hangs up the phone, it becomes quite clear to her that, for better or for worse, she is in this thing for the long haul. All of a sudden, she doesn't feel so resentful. As for the mystery surrounding those that have been trying to permanently injure, or even kill her, despite what that british bitch had said about it being over and letting things lie, Keri has no intention of doing so. She's going to stay in the league and by god she's going to find out who caused her so much pain.

Keri calls her new friend Brooke, who she secretly has developed a huge crush on, despite the event s of the previous night, and tells her the news. She asks Brooke to meet her the next day to help her “train.” That night, Keri stakes out Private Eyes, the club that led her so close to the identity of the mastermind behind her attempted slaughter. She hopes to get a tail on one or all three of the girls that had been a part of the beating the other night. She sees no one. Still in pain, she's popping vicodin like it's going out of style and becoming very addicted to it.

The next day is Friday. One day before the fight. Brooke shows up in the morning wearing training clothes, as Keri had asked her to. ‘These have to be the sexiest damn training clothes in history', Keri thinks, when she sees her. Brooke's gray sweatpants cling to her drool-worthy body tighter than a virgin's pussy. Her sports bra barely covers her 34 DD's.

“I try to see the positives in life,” Keri begins. “I did a lot of thinking after Wednesday night. What happened hurt. It hurt a lot.”

“I know. I'm sorry. What else can I say?” Brooke pleads.

“Let me finish,” Keri says. “My point is, it hurt a lot, but it didn't kill me. And I got to thinking about that old saying, ‘what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.' And I've a got a plan. A strategy to really take that to heart, because I believe in that.”

Brooke begins to perk up excitedly, without realizing that she's totally revealing the vibe to Keri.

Keri continues, “I'm going to the next level here. I don't have nearly enough fights under my belt for this, and I need to toughen up, because I know these next fighters are gonna be the toughest mother fuckers I've ever been up against.”

Brooke is practically drooling. She knows what's coming, but asks anyway. “What have you got in mind?”

“I want you to do to me what you did Wednesday night,” Brooke says.

Keri tries to unconvincingly protest in shock. “What?! You're crazy. I can't do that.”

“Look. I know on some level hurting my pussy excited you. Hell, it excites me when I do it to other girls in the ring. It's OK. I need you to do this for me…because I need my pussy to be the toughest there is,” Keri finishes her pitch. “Please Brooke. Help me. Hit me.”

Brooke sighs. “OK. I'll help you. But don't think for a minute that I want to hurt you.”

“You couldn't hurt me, you little pussy,” Keri jokes, as she is referring to how she instigated Brooke that terrible night to get her to kick her in order to really save Brooke from the same beating herself.

Brooke loosens up, smiles and bites her lower lip, staring and pointing at Keri's crotch saying, “You're gonna take that back before I'm through with you, bitch.”

“Bring it, slut,” Keri continues joking.

“What? Now?” Brooke asks.

“My fight's tomorrow night, dumbass,” Keri laughs. These girls have developed a very close bond in a very short time. They are both extremely attracted to one another and really, really click.

“OK,” Brooke replies. “Up against the wall.” Keri obliges. She strips down to a black g-string bikini and a dirty white t-shirt. She ties her hair up with a scrungy, leans up against the wall and places her hands on her hips. She begins breathing steadily.

“How hard?” asks Brooke.

“Unload on me, bitch. I'll stop you when I've had enough,” replies Keri.

Brooke obliges and sends her Nike's up between Keri's legs hard.

“Mmpfffffhhh,”groans Keri.

“Are you OK?” asks Brooke.

“Keep going,” Keri quickly gets out, ‘before I change my mind', she finishes as a thought to herself. She stares down at the floor, in obvious discomfort.

Brooke unleashes another kick dead on, sending Keri up on her toes. Her lips part and she exhales slowly. She begins to get impatient with Brooke's hesitation between blows. “C'mon. C'mon. They're not gonna be this easy on me. Put some muscle into it, bitch,” Brooke says sternly.

Brooke's face contorts meanly as she kicks much harder. The blow forces Keri's body to hit the wall hard. A picture frame falls off the wall nearby. Brooke begins to giggle at her unknown power. Keri is not amused. “Again!” she screams.

Brooke gets serious real quick, hops on one leg and sends the other home with a hard SMACK! Keri, in turn, removes her hands from her hips and smacks the wall with her palms.

Just like the other night, Brooke begins to get into a rhythm and she kicks hard again. SLAM! “Ugghhhhhh!” eeks out of Keri's mouth as her eyes cross. She leans over and is not ready for Brooke's next kick as it lashes between her legs with force. Keri's knees buckle . She puts one hand on her knee and holds the other out in front of her in defense.

Brooke bounces up and down and waits for Keri's frozen body to move back into position. Brooke becomes impatient and pushes Keri's body against the wall and forces her legs open with her own. “Waitwaitwaitwait,” Keri whispers in pain.

“They're not gonna wait,” Brooke answers. “They're not gonna give you one second.” Brooke knees her friend hard in the twat. Keri involuntarily spits and leans into Brooke, who sends another knee into her abused cunt. And another. And another. Keri tries to slump down, but Brooke grabs her by her shirt and pushes her up against the wall again.

“Stop!” Keri says, as a wave a nausea overcomes her. Brooke slams her knee excitedly into her again. Suddenly, that burst of adrenaline that is so unique to Keri and has helped her win so many fights surfaces. She grabs Brooke by the straps of her sports bra and reverses her into the wall. “I SAID STOP!” she screams into Brooke's face and slams a knee hard into her twat. Brooke's face looks almost orgasmic from the blow. Keri lets her go and stumbles onto her knees a few feet away.

“This was a bad idea,” Brooke says, rubbing her sore crotch.

Keri lifts her head up in anger, “You think?”

After Keri feels good enough to get some food down, she goes out to dinner with Brooke, where they get a little drunk and their friendship begins to grow. They are still strangers to one another and Brooke is especially as much a mystery to Keri as when she first saw her. All Keri is able to find out about her outside her voyeuristic thrill of seeing women in combat, is that she is a struggling pre-law college student. After dinner, Keri persuades her to go on stakeout with her outside Private Eyes. It turns out to be another uneventful night, except for one look they share in uncomfortable silence that lasts a bit too long and almost leads to something more.

It's now Saturday night. It's fight night and Keri feels great. She's nervous as fuck, but somehow, with Brooke at her side, she feels a bit more empowered than before. Brooke accompanies Keri to the fight. As they enter that dark and damp basement, all eyes are on the both of them. Who's the new blood? everyone wonders. They think she's a new fighter. They both enter the dressing room. Jennifer is there, folding towels as usual. Her face lights up when she sees Keri, then falls low upon seeing Brooke at her side. She goes back to work as if she doesn't see either of them.

Ashlyn comes into the dressing room to greet Keri; extra special attention after last week's debacle. She meets Brooke and cautiously eyeballs her. Ashlyn doesn't like friends/boyfriends/girlfriends observing the fights. In her experience, it only leads to trouble, as they usually try to stop the fights. As far as she's concerned, only fighters or those who bet on them have any business here. Ordinarily, she'd ask Keri to politely ask her friend to leave for the preservation of the league and for “her friend's own protection.” However, under the recent circumstances, Ashlyn bites her tongue and allows Brooke to stay, neither Keri nor Brooke ever knowing it is even an issue.

For the first time in a while, Keri is not the first fighter of the night. She can finally witness some possible future competition and maybe pick up a thing or two. There are actually two fights ahead of hers. She is to be the headline fight of the night, due again to the extraordinary and now infamous events of the week prior. Keri stays in her sweatsuit as she goes out among the crowd to watch the first fight with Brooke.

The first match is among two 2 nd tier fighters. Neither are the top fighters in tier two, but the winner will have their shot next week, so this is a very important fight. First to enter the arena announced by a dazzling Ashlyn, is a long straight haired brown haired, hazel- eyed beauty named Jennifer. She has a bit of a long nose, but it suits her narrow face and slender build. She looks to be of European, perhaps Italian heritage. With big lips like Julia Roberts and high cheek bones, she stands at about 5'5”. She has long, lean legs and great thigh muscle definition. She is wearing a one-piece black lace lingerie bodysuit with a halter top, open all the way down below the belly, which is adorned with two piercings. It is, of course a g-string back and her gigantic 36DD's are practically spilling out of them already. She also has tight around her neck a black string necklace with a big black cross off it. She wears no shoes; a dumb move, Keri thinks.

Her opponent steps into the caged ring to a few more cheers than Jennifer. Her name is Jamie. She is an insanely cute hazel-eyed blonde about 5'2” and looks like an amateur body builder. The veins in her forearms glisten in the harsh light of the arena. Her biceps, triceps and six-pack abs are a sight to behold. Her hair is well below shoulder length, straight and hangs to one side of her face. She is wearing a very skimpy white g-string bikini with black trim. The top barely covers her very perfect 34C's. She also wears white vinyl platform boots that go almost up to her knees. The heel is a thick 3 inches, making her Jennifer's height. If there is one more thing to say about this girl…it's perfect ass; perfectly round and perfectly perfect. Keri salivates a bit at the sight.

Ashlyn leaves the ring and the fight begins. Reminder on the layout: The ring is set up in the corner of this dungy oversized basement with harsh overhead lights that illuminate some areas of the ring in blinding clarity and others in almost complete darkness. The walls bordering two sides of the ring in the back corner are covered with floor to ceiling mats. The other two sides of the ring are bordered by floor to ceiling chain link fences, with a gate on one at the corner where the two fences meet. On the other side is where the crowd views the action. Overhead are copper pipes and the ceiling is only about seven feet from the floor. Against one of the matted walls is a new contraption that Keri is sure was not in the ring before. It looks newly installed. From the ceiling of one of the pipes are chains attached to a pair of handcuffs. A few feet beneath where the cuffs lie is a tiny seat jutting out of the wall. On either sides of the seat are two metal cylinder s with latches on them. Keri curiously tries to figure out what it's for, but the action that is about to begin gets her attention.

The girls meet in the center of the arena. Jamie raises her arms high in the air indicating that she wants to lock up with Jennifer, who cockily struts up to her and brings her hands to the blonde's. Just before they interlock fingers, Jamie unleashes a boot between the brunette's legs, but her move is too early and anticipated by Jennifer, who leaps with lightning reflexes up towards the ceiling. She grabs hold of a pipe overhead and swings her strong legs up and around her opponent's neck, choking the life out of her. The more Jamie struggles, the tighter Jennifer's hold becomes and soon, her face is turning red. She scratches and claws at Jennifer's thighs, but Jennifer just puts the pressure on and screams crazily, as if she enjoys the pain of her opponent's claws. Jennifer begins swinging her body from side to side, tossing Jamie around like a rag doll. Finally, she lets go of the rafters and crashes down on her opponent, legs still wrapped around her throat. Jamie lands on her back with a painful thud as Jennifer's crotch crushes her throat. For added measure, Jennifer uses her weight as a weapon as she pounces her pubic bone up and down on Jamie's throat, crushing it. Jamie's lower body thrashes about wildly, like a fish out of water. Jennifer is laughing cruelly at her helpless victim. After using her pussy as a throat crushing machine half a dozen times, Jennifer stands up and stomps her throat hard. Jamie's whole body jolts and she is panicking from loss of breath. Her throat may literally be crushed.

Jen gives her no time to recover as she grabs her by her blonde locks and forces her on her hands and knees. She again wraps her thighs around Jamie's neck, looks at the crowd with raised arms and with every squeeze, indicates that she wants a round of applause, which she amply receives. Despite the fact of having absolutely no leverage, Jamie summons all her strength and manages to lift Jennifer off the floor a couple inches and then back to earth. This is just enough for Jennifer to loosen her vice grip long enough for Jamie to be able to turn her head to the side and bite her inner thigh. Jennifer yelps and releases the hold immediately. Jamie follows up with a forearm between the legs, which unfortunately for her, is again thwarted by the agile brunette. She grabs Jamie's arm, twists it, forcing Jamie to bend over, and sends three quick kicks in rapid succession to her face. Jamie still has not been able to recover her breath as she receives these blows. Jennifer releases her arm and Jamie stumbles backwards, dazed and coughing. The blood begins to return to her face when Jennifer sends a roundhouse kick to her head, then another, and another. Jen's got some moves, thinks Keri, watching with nervous excitement. The butter -flies in her stomach are really churning, as she realizes that could be her in the ring getting pummeled. So far, the women she has fought have all mostly fought street-fight style, which she can match. This girl has some martial arts training, which she can't.

Jennifer continues her roundhouse style kicks until Jamie stumbles into the back wall and happens to fall right onto that mysterious seat jutting out of the wall. Jennifer hadn't expected that, but takes full advantage. She rushes Jamie, grabs one arm and raises it above her head and locks a shackle around one wrist. Suddenly a digital clock overhead begins counting backwards from three minutes. Jamie doesn't know what is happening, but she really doesn't like it. As Jennifer is just about to lock the 2 nd shackle around her other wrist, Jamie springs to life and head-butts her right on her long nose. She follows this up with a big boot right to the crotch. This time, she finds her target and Jennifer is sent up on her toes.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moans, as she crouches over painfully. Jamie's next kick hits her nose again, sending the bitch flat on her back. Jamie immediately looks to her shackle above and tries to release it. Nothin' doin'. No key around either. She begins to realize that the clock is counting down to an automatic release mechanism; at least that's what she hopes. But it reads 2:45 now. Two minutes and forty-five seconds. That's a fucking eternity. Thank God Jennifer takes her time to recover. The clock is at about 2:20 by the time she gets up and shakes the cobwebs off. Her nose is swollen and her eyes teary. She rubs her crotch as she gets steamed up. She sends a roundhouse kick, which Jamie blocks with her right arm, the free one. She goes for a kick to the mid-section, which Jamie again blocks. Furious, she charges Jamie and is met with a knee to the crotch. Painful as it is, Jennifer doesn't back down. She grabs Jamie's right hand with her weaker left and raises it up. She uses her free hand to begin sending fists to Jamie's face. She is too close now for Jamie to repeat the knee to the crotch move. Her upper body strength, though, highly overpowers Jen's, and she forces her arm back down. Jen sees she is losing the battle and begins wailing even harder on Jamie's face before she loses her grip on her hand. Jamie is hurting from the blows. Jennifer stops punching and takes both hands to Jamie's right and pushes it above her head. She's looking to secure that second shackle again, this time her face to the side so Jamie can't smash it with her own.

Jamie has her knee wedged in between Jennifer's thighs and uses all her strength to lift her off the floor by it. Her thigh muscles tense and her leg shakes, but she does it. She lifts Jen's body in the air about six inches then lets it down. This gives her enough leverage room to slam it home between her legs. Jennifer gives her a “I can't believe you just did that to me” look, but maintains her grip on Jamie's wrist. She almost has the shackle in place. Jamie screams her defiance as she slams her pussy again…HARD. Jennifer's face goes pale, but still she does not let go. The third and hardest knee comes just as Jennifer locks the shackle in place. Jennifer goes down to her knees screaming and the clock resets to three minutes. It is, in fact a countdown as Jamie had thought. ‘Fuck!' thinks Jamie. Now, both hands are shackled above her head and she is forced to sit on the seat sticking out of the wall.

She still has her powerful legs, though, and uses them to kick Jennifer in the pit of her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, and then once under the chin, sending her upper body back to the ground. Jen's legs are bent at the knees as the rest of her body is on its back. Jamie sends an incredibly hard boot to her cunt. Jennifer has no protection what-so-ever, as she is wearing the thinnest material of lingerie. The blow devastates her and she emits a low ROAR! Jamie needs her out for the next three minutes, so before Jennifer can get herself out of her own position, Jamie unleashes again. The front of her platform boot is so big, it hits everything; the pubic bone, clit and all.

“OH GODDDDDDDDDD!” screams Jennifer, as she scurries out of harm's way, like a wounded insect. Jamie tries again, but just scrapes Jen's upper thigh. Jen is crumpled on her side with her hand between her thighs. The clock reads down 2:40.

Jennifer doesn't move for the longest time. Her back is to Jamie and she can just see her back moving up and down from taking long, deep breaths. It is finally the boos from the crowd that get Jennifer to painfully make it to her feet. The clock reads 1:25. She hits the fenced cage, and screams something inaudible at the crowd, then staggers over to her foe. “You're gonna die tonight, bitch!” she exclaims.

“You want another cunt thrashing, then bring it!” screams Jamie back, hoping to scare her off. She knows her chances are practically nil to fighting off another attack with both arms incapacitated. One minute now. That's all she has to last. Whatever beating Jennifer has in mind, she can take it for a minute, she thinks. ‘I have to', she thinks.

Jennifer replaces her walking stagger to a running one. As she nears, Jamie lifts both legs high and straight and attempts a leg lock around Jennifer's throat. Jennifer intercepts and grabs both ankles and slams them straight into those 12” long metal cylinders that jut out also about 12” from the wall . Jamie immediately understands now what they are for. Jennifer lets go of her left leg to secure the right into the cylinder and locks the metal piece around her thigh. The clock resets to 3 minutes yet again. Jamie panics and thrashes her left leg around wildly, but to no avail. Jennifer gets a quick and steady hold of it and locks it into place. Again, the clock resets one last time. It seems every time a shackle is locked, the entire clock resets.

3 minutes and counting and for the fans, this is something brand new and a sight to behold. Jamie is seated on a small turnbuckle type chair jutting out of the wall. Her arms are tight above her head and shackled to a chain lowered from the ceiling. Her legs are spread very, very wide open and secured by these inquisition type cylinder shackles at the thigh. She is totally helpless and vulnerable. She is panicking on the inside, but tries very hard to preserve a tough front. Jennifer knows time is limited. The first thing she does is quickly remove Jamie's boots. She knows it will eat into her time, but she puts them on her own feet anyway. As she does so, Jamie just keeps proclaiming “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

The clock reads down just under two minutes as Jennifer backs up to the opposite side of the arena, about 25 feet. Jamie keeps screaming louder and louder, “Fuck you! Fuck you!” Jennifer cocks her head to the side, rubs her own crotch in pain and gives a crooked half smile and says calmly, “No, bitch! Fuck. You.” She leaps from the other side at full speed, even though her crotch hurts something fierce from it. As she draws near, she can feel the excitement of the crowd . Jamie turns her head to the side, closes her eyes and holds her breath. The sound of the impact is like an anvil dropping and is immediately followed by this ungodly high pitched shriek. Jamie's head lurches forward. She has truly never known such pain existed. Jennifer screams right back into her face as she grabs her her head with both hands and shakes it back and forth. “Yeah! Yeah! Does that feel good?”

Jamie answers her with a pleading look as she exhales with another scream. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. Jennifer slaps her across the face repeatedly. She is so getting-off on this. She rips Jamie's bikini top off and simultaneously bites down on her hard right nipple and grabs her twat. She shakes her head back and forth like a rabid dog and pumps her hand up, up, up into her cunt. As she lets go of her tit, blood is dripping down the side of her mouth and she yanks off Jamie's g-string with a hard pull. The poor girl is now completely nude.

She backs up to the other side of the ring again and screams out, “I love your boots. Can I keep them?” Jamie just shakes her head no over and over again, not in response to her question, but to the cunt punt that is about to be unleashed yet again upon her.

“No? Wrong answer bitch!” Jennifer growls as she charges again.

“Oh, Christ NO! Help!” Jamie cries out as Jennifer strikes again, completely obliterating the blonde's privates. Jamie leans forward and cries bloody murder. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!”

This unbelievable action makes Keri want to shit herself. She looks over at Brooke, who is enthralled. She actually has her hands between her legs in excitement. Seeing that half disgusts Keri and half excites her.

The clock is down to 1:15 and Jennifer pumps her great thighs into Jamie's pulverized cunt while holding her head with both hands again. She repeats the move in rapid succession twice, three times, four, the crowd begins counting. Jamie can't even scream the blows are coming so hard and fast. Her eyes are rolling up in the back of her head. Seven, eight, nine, ten. A shockwave goes through Jamie's body emanating from her pussy, rolling up her stomach and into her throat where she comes close to puking. Jennifer stops the wave by sending a hard-knuckle fisted uppercut to her twat, painfully parting her pussy lips and burying them partly inside. She twists as she releases, and punches again, and again and again. She stops and asks coyly, “Oh, by the way, do you submit?”

Jamie looks at her as if to say yes, but amazingly doesn't. She instead eyes the clock, which reads :40.

“Whoa!” Jennifer exclaims. “I guess I didn't hit you hard enough.” She runs back to the other side for a third run. She is about to shout her submission when Brooke yells over the roars of the crowd, “Don't give Jamie! Hang in there!” Brooke just wants the pussy punishment to continue for her own voyeuristic pleasure. This doesn't change Jamie's mind, but only momentarily distracts her from saying the words, but before she knows it, Jennifer comes charging again. The last thing she sees are those white boots, glimmering in the hot lights as they rush towards her. Oh, God! It feels like a mack truck just hit her between the legs. Again she cries. Again the crowd roars. 20 seconds to go. Jennifer, in her excitement, grabs a hold of Jamie's terrific tits and pulls them as hard as she can to the sides away from each other. The implants shift painfully out of position and Jamie gives a high-pitched “Yeowwwwwww!”

Jennifer yells “Whooooooo!” and begins sending punches to her new targets. This is almost worse to Jamie than the incessant pussy pounding.

“I give! I give! I give! Just stop. Please stop!” Finally, the buzzer sounds as the clock reaches zero. Automatically the wrist and leg shackles open and Jamie falls to the floor in a heap, shaking and crying uncontrollably. Jennifer gives her one hard kick to the ribs and takes off her boots. She throws them at her and says, “I don't want these fucking things anyway.”

The gates open and the medic quickly rushes past Jennifer. “She's OK,” says Jennifer laughing. “She'll never have sex again, but she's OK.” As Jennifer struts out of the ring to the uproarious cheers of the crowd, she looks at Keri in the crowd and points to her. A chill goes through Keri's spine.