Belinda vs. Erica

New Blood

 

Close to two months had passed since the latest edition of the Amanda/Nadia battle and both young ladies were still slowly on the mend.  Immediately following the carnage that occurred in the ring that night I had to step forward and once again reinstate the rule regulating the length of the ladies fingernails.  Although it was an outstanding show that both young fighters put on, they were my stars and they were now going to absent from their third straight event   During my most recent cards, I did have a couple of newcomers that had put on a pretty good show and methodically worked over their opponents.  Knowing that my beautiful battling babes were not ready to return to action, I thought it might be a good idea to match up these two warriors for the next feature bout.  They were both about equal in size and both fought with a certain amount of ferociousness that reminded me of Nadia and Amanda.  I worked out the arrangements between the two and had a full card of four fights scheduled for the upcoming event, with Belinda and Erica being the featured fight.

 

The day of the scheduled bouts had arrived and I was reflecting back and many thoughts were running around in my head.  It had been a rough two months as I had lost five more fighters and only gained three in return.  The money was attractive to the young ladies but once they climbed up into the ring they were soon discovering that this wasn’t quite what they were cut out for.  I certainly knew I missed my star fighters.  Even though the fights had been fierce and entertaining, they just didn’t have that certain something without the girls.  I was praying that tonight’s card would be a good one.  Speaking of the girls, my relationship with them seemed to be deteriorating and was becoming more strained due to the poor decisions I was regularly making regarding their personal lives.  I just wanted to spend so much time with both of them and each were easily disturbed by the arrangement.  They were both something special to me and unfortunately when the blood circulation to the large head atop my shoulders is cut off, the smaller head at the tip of my penis starts thinking for me, and that usually means trouble.  Anyway, back to the business of female fighting, I had worked out a wonderful deal with a small motel manager and now had a permanent venue for the fights.  The “C” tower of this Days Inn had a building consisting of a small meeting room flanked by adjoining bedrooms just to the east and west.  Arrangements were worked out that I’d be renting the facilities once monthly and in lieu of a huge price break, I’d fix him up with complimentary videos of all the bouts and free front row seating.  How I managed to set up two hundred and fifty seats surrounding only three sides of that 16x16 ring was beyond me, but an accomplishment nonetheless.  The room was finally set as I finished setting up the lighting and video equipment to record the evenings festivities.  The first bout was two hours away and I was anxiously anticipating the night’s feature bout.

 

The hours passed by quickly and the makeshift arena was jammed.  The crowd was truly treated to an excellent card of fighting thus far as the action had been hot and furious during the first three battles of the evening, although there still seemed to be an unfulfilled feeling because Amanda and Nadia weren’t fighting.  Even so, still a great card and we were now ready for tonight’s main event to get underway.  Room temperature was about ninety uncomfortable degrees and even with the a/c unit running full tilt, it had to be near one hundred ten up in the ring under the glare of the bright lights.  In my mind these were the ideal conditions for tonight’s bout and as evidenced by the first three bouts, conditioning and stamina were going to be essential to win the fight.  I looked around the arena checking out the interest, trying to gage the thoughts of the crowd thus far and made my way into the ring to get the final event of the evening going.  I hoped that the ladies would produce and make this uncomfortable feeling I had disappear.  Once settled, I grabbed the microphone and went about the business of introducing the combatants of tonight’s featured event.

 

Introducing first entering from the west side of the arena was Erica.  The crowd gave polite applause as she climbed up onto the rings apron and through the ropes entering the squared circle.  Erica was a tall beautiful blonde, a 19-year-old beauty that stood five foot eleven inches tall and weighed in at 148 lbs.  She had blue eyes and wavy blonde hair that touched the tops of her shoulders.  Erica was a student at the local university and decided to participate in my little events as a way to earn some good money in a short period of time.  This was just the ticket as it provided her with ample time to study and keep up with her schoolwork.  She removed her royal blue robe revealing a sexy and tight fitting black-laced bra and panty.  The bra had sheer designer cups that strained to contain her bodacious 36C, soft, creamy white breasts.  Her entire body appeared to be sun sensitive, hardly if any tan at all; a firm looking mid-section with a pierced belly button, a trim 24-inch waistline, and her panty clung tightly to her 36-inch hips while snugly encasing her crotch.  She had beautiful long legs accented by a great pair of thighs.  I was definitely a thigh man and she certainly qualified as having a great set of them.  She walked around the ring with a fierce and stern look upon her face that said she was all business.

 

Next entering the arena from the east dressing area was Belinda.   Belinda came down the walkway towards the ring, entered beneath the lower rope and stood upright in the ring.  Belinda had flaming red hair that was cut similar to Erica’s, just touching the tops of her shoulders, but her hair seemed to be much fuller and thicker.  Belinda was a hot looking 29 year old who was in very good shape and from her previous bouts, quite a fighter.  She stood five foot ten inches tall and weighed in at 147lbs.  She was a referral of Kimberly’s and knowing the way Kimberly fights, you knew that Belinda was going to be just right for these events.  Removing her red lace robe she displayed her awesome assets to those cheering in attendance and gracefully walked around the ring wearing a big smile.  She wore a red, tight fitting laced bra and panty that sexily adorned her body.  Probably having something to do with the red hair, she too was a fair skinned individual as evidenced by the ample amount of skin visible to us.  Her red bra snuggly contained her full 35D breasts revealing plenty of her soft, white breast flesh.  Her tummy also appeared to be well toned and her waist measured in at a trim 23 inches.  Her red bikini panty covered only what was necessary and clung to her 36 inch hips and bulging crotch.  She too had long sexy legs with a set of solid, well-toned thighs.  Her smile quickly disappeared as she glared across the ring with her hazel eyes focusing upon her opponent.  These two big, sexy women approached the center of the ring hatefully glaring at each other as I prepared to go over the rules for tonight’s fight.

 

Like all the other previous main events, this was to be rules catfighting fought within a 16x16 ring.  This bout was non-title bout and was scheduled for twelve 3-minute rounds with a 1-minute rest period between rounds.  Three members randomly selected from the audience would score the bout using the 25-point per round formula, 25 points awarded or split accordingly to each fighter.  Tactics such as punching, kicking, kneeing, pinching, slapping and scratching were permitted, biting was not.  Faces, necks, arms and hands were off limits; all other body parts were fair game and subject to attack.  Long nails were not permitted, as they were no longer sanctioned since the Nadia/Amanda bout.  They were no longer permitted to extend beyond the tips of the fingers, so that the nail and fingertip would come into contact with a surface at the same time.  Like all main events now, I would act as their second in the corners for double teaming purposes, but could not participate or inflict any violent actions upon either of them.  I examined their nails and each sexy battler had them painted to match their fighting attire.  I pulled a mirror out and asked the girls to place their fingers onto the surface and each passed the nail test.  I was mildly shocked that even though the nails were length restricted, they still seemed as though if used properly could inflict some damage on their opponents.   I quietly wished them both good luck and had them return to their corners to await the bell.  I was soaked with sweat as I climbed through the ropes and signaled for the bell to begin tonight’s fight. 

 

The bell rang to begin round one and both big women moved to the center of the ring to begin the fight.  Each woman slowly moved around in a circular motion sizing each other up and looking for the early opening, one that would give them an early advantage.  Simultaneously they lunged toward each other, reached up securing a two-handed grasp of one another’s hair, and viciously began yanking upon the scalp while continuing to move around in their circular motion.  They both grunted from the exertion put forth as they pulled mightily upon their opponent’s hair.  Maintaining the vicious two-handed hair pull, a loud smacking sound echoed loudly throughout the arena as their belly flesh slapped together in the rings center.  Backing away from each other slightly, they thrust forward again slamming the fronts of their bodies together.  I could feel the ring shake thunderously as these two big beauties collided, and an audible thwacking sound filled the arena as their flesh smashed against one another.  Still locked onto one another’s hair, Belinda moved her right leg placing it around and locking it behind the left leg of Erica’s while thrusting her pelvis forward in an attempt to knock Erica off balance.  Erica absorbed the thrust and pushed forward herself attempting to grind her crotch against Belinda’s.  Belinda didn’t back away and while continuing to grind along with her, she increased the intensity of her hair pull and slowly started to force Erica over backward.  Both women tumbled over and down onto the mat with Belinda landing atop Erica who felt the full weight land of Belinda as she crashed down upon her.  Rolling off quickly and scrambling around for position Belinda maneuvered herself above Erica’s head and positioned it between her meaty thighs, locking her into a vice-like head scissors while grasping hold of the front of her strawberry blonde locks and yanking viciously.  Belinda locked her legs together tightly at the ankles, lifted her lower legs into the air and brought them downward slamming her heels into Erica’s mid-section.  Erica grunted loudly as her tummy absorbed the blow from the heels while her ears and head were feeling the pressure of those powerful thighs tightly locked upon them.  Her head ached from the yanking and twisting hands pulling upon her scalp and seemed as if it might explode from the power of those thighs squeezing upon her pumpkin.  The meat of Erica’s thighs shook as she stomped her feet into the canvas while trying to relieve the pressure from the torturous head scissors.  Belinda began to roll over to her right while maintaining her powerful holds.  As she rolled, she painfully dragged Erica along with her until they reached the corner below me.  Looking down I could see the glistening sheen of sweat that had already formed upon their bodies from the heat within the ring, and the pain that Erica was enduring with her head trapped between those solid thighs.  With the holds held tightly, Belinda asked me to reach over the top rope and secure Erica by the hair, which I happily did.  Releasing her vice-like grip she instructed me to pull Erica up to her feet.  Pulled upward, Erica’s face was extremely red in color from the crushing head scissors and was rapidly sucking in air trying to regain her composure.  In the meantime, Belinda jumped up and buried her right fist solidly into the lower right side of Erica’s back, slamming it into the kidney area.  The punch jolted hard into her creamy flesh as Erica let loose a loud ooaffing sound and sprayed me with spittle from the force of the blow.  Another powerful right fist crashed hard into the kidney area dropping Erica down onto her right knee.  Instructed to pull her back up to her feet, Belinda pushed her forward forcing Erica towards me up against the ropes.  Locking her left arm up and placing it up and around Erica’s throat, she reached around with her right hand and slid it downward placing it inside the black lace panty, securing a fistful of the blondish hair upon Erica’s pubic mound.  Her face still red from the earlier hold, it was now contorted and wracked with pain as she cried out and groaned loudly from the pulling, twisting, and yanking motion within her panties.  Looking downward I had a great frontal close-up of the extreme work being done on the crotch region.  Two hundred and ninety five pounds of beautiful, voluptuous women were pressed forward into the ropes and I was quickly rock hard with a thundering ache beneath my cotton gym shorts.  Erica continued to agonizingly moan as Belinda pulled and yanked upon her blonde pubic bush.  Less than a minute remained and Belinda released her hold and spun Erica around placing her arms across the top rope.  I reached up holding her in place by the hair while Belinda kicked at Erica’s ankles forcing her legs opened widely.  Once set, she stepped forward driving her right knee upward smashing forcefully into the pelvic area between Erica’s thighs.  A painful uungh sound filled the room as Erica cried out from the jolt that rocked the ring while her body hung heavily onto the ropes.  Before the ropes could stop shaking another knee was launched upward smashing into the panty-covered crotch.  The ring shook like I’ve never seen it before and Erica again groaned painfully loud.  Again, before the ropes could settle, a loud thudding sound was heard as Belinda’s kneecap connected solidly into the pubic area rocking Erica.  One more knee lift thumped high between her thighs as the bell sounded to end the first round.

 

Belinda swiftly returned to her corner to drink down some liquids and towel herself off while Erica hung heavily onto the ropes trying to gather her wits about her.  The heat was going to take its toll as she was already bathed in sweat after only one round.  She pulled herself up off the ropes and turned towards me asking for a towel.  I offered her some water but she refused.  The sweat glistened upon her white milky breasts and huge beads of sweat ran downward into the cleavage.  Trying not to stare at her generous chest I looked away and noticed the hum of several battery operated hand held fans that many of the patrons were using to help keep cool.  Hearing them made me realize just how hot I was and how soaked my shirt had become.  Erica abruptly ended my daydreaming as the back of her hand brushed up against and was held steadily against the front of my shorts.  She locked her eyes onto mine and told me that if what I had seen thus far had turned me on, that I’d be in for one hell of an evening.  She then turned around to face her opponent.  Using the towel to wipe herself down, she fixated her eyes upon Belinda and awaited the bell to begin round two.  What was it with these fighting females that made them want to tease and tantalize me. 

 

The bell rang to begin round two and both women moved toward the center of the ring.  Circling and menacingly looking into each other’s eyes, they searched for an opening to begin their attack.  They each tried reaching in and grabbing the other with their right hands while moving in a circular motion to their right.  Their reaching out began to turn more and more into a slapping motion and Belinda racked a loud one off the side of Erica’s ribs.  Enraged by the slap, Erica lunged forward grabbing Belinda around the waist and locked her hands together placing them at the small of Belinda’s back while lifting her up off the mat.  Belinda let loose a loud grunt as she felt the force of the frontal bear hug as it pushed and squeezed the air out from her lungs.  Belinda reached around in an attempt to unlock the hands behind her but Erica thrust her hands inward applying more pressure as Belinda grunted loudly once more.  Realizing that it was futile trying to unlock Erica’s hands, Belinda turned her attention to viciously yanking and tugging upon the back of Erica’s strawberry blonde locks.  Grunting and feeling the burning pain from the hair pull she eased her hold slightly allowing Belinda’s feet to drop downward and touch the canvas.  Erica tried to regain control and put the squeeze back into her bear hug, but Belinda countered by moving her right hand off the scalp and worked it down between their tightly pressed, sweat-soaked bellies working it towards the crotch.  Erica squealed and backed her lower torso away as Belinda successfully slid her hand inside the panties and yanked viciously upon the pubic hairs.  Unlocking her hands, she quickly moved them downward trying to remove the mauling hand from beneath her panty.  While Belinda pulled head hair with her left hand, she intensified the pulling and hand twisting beneath the panty with her right and forced Erica backward against the turnbuckle.  Demonstrating her strength, Belinda quickly removed and positioned her right hand between the thighs and lifted Erica high into the air and body slammed her hard, down onto the canvas.  Erica smacked hard against the surface and bounced high from the impact with the tightly strung canvas.  Belinda slammed Erica onto the mat while maintaining her grip upon her hair.  Using the hair to pull her back up to her feet, she again placed her hand between the legs and lifted Erica high into the air driving her back down to the canvas.  Smacking backside first, she bounced about a foot from the force of the impact.  I could feel the ring shake mightily when she hit the canvas.  Erica was brought back to her feet by the hair and pushed backward into the ropes where I grabbed hold of her and was instructed to place her into a full nelson. I grabbed hold and locked her in position while holding her firmly in place with a two-handed hair grab at the back of her skull.  My arms were damp with sweat and her milky skin was soaked with it, I needed the grip on the hair or I wouldn’t be able to maintain the hold.  Just over a minute remained in the round and Belinda was set to pound away once more.  Belinda moved in and slammed her right fist hard into the bare mid-section just below her pierced belly button.  A loud thwacking sound was heard as the fist pounded into the glistening belly flesh and Erica unnghed as the air was forced outward from her lungs.  Another right fist drove deep into the belly flesh and as Erica gasped from the impact, I could feel her becoming a bit heavier within my arms.  The two hard rights drove her back further into the ropes and her nice firm ass was shoved backward, solidly pressed against my crotch as I held her.  Pushing myself forward to maintain the contact, her ass slammed hard into me again as her belly was on the receiving end of another powerful right fist, driving low into her mid-section.  I felt as if I was trying to force my stiffened rod between the cheeks of her ass.  Half a minute remained and Belinda moved her thigh forward forcing Erica’s thighs open, widening the gap between her legs and slammed home a riveting knee, thumping it hard against the pubic mound.  The impact of that blow drove her killer ass backward sending a shot of pain shooting through my hardened rod.  A gasping groan passed from Erica as she was on the receiving end of another solid knee smashing into her pubic area.  The additional body weight of these two sexy sirens was evident as I could feel the full force of the blows as Erica was driven hard against me.  Unnggh was heard throughout the arena as the kneecap exploded into the pubic region quickly followed by another as the bell sounded to end the second round. 

 

Two hard fought rounds were in the book and both were decidedly in Belinda’s favor.  Belinda returned to her corner and immediately began watering herself down as sweat covered her body from the hot, intense action occurring within the ring.  I leaned Erica backward into the ropes while releasing my hold and placed her arms across the top rope for support.  Erection and all, I retrieved a water bottle extending it towards her hand while she held onto the ropes.  Rising up from the ropes, she turned and faced me as she reached for a towel and began to wipe herself down and dry the pouring sweat from her sexy, milky skin.  Throwing the towel aside once finished, I noticed she was looking downward glancing at the stiff bulge protruding outward into my cotton shorts.  While staring, she placed her hands down between her legs and began shifting and readjusting the material of the panty covering her crotch.  This was done slowly and meticulously, obviously with intent.  I hung on every sexy movement catching the provided glimpse of the blond bush upon her mound.  Looking up to establish eye contact, she stared at me without expression, ran her tongue slowly across her lips and turned to face her opponent as round three was set to begin.  Damn, she was fuckin’ with me.

 

The bell rang to start the third round and Belinda quickly moved towards the center of the ring.  Erica took about a step and a half out of the corner and poised herself in a defensive mode.  Belinda stood waiting for Erica to move out from the corner, but Erica stood firm waiting for Belinda to come to her.  Without concern, Belinda moved toward the corner and engaged Erica by burying her hands onto the scalp of Erica’s head.  Erica retreated backward against the turnbuckle and drove a right fist upward into the waned skin of Belinda’s belly.  A loud ouuffing sound escaped Belinda’s mouth from the impact but didn’t loosen her grip upon Erica’s hair.  Erica sent another hard right smashing into the lower portion of the belly and had Belinda dropping her hands down towards her mid-section reaching for her tummy.  Erica reached up, secured Belinda by the hair, and spun her around forcing her into the ropes in front of me.  I reached up grabbing Belinda by the hair to hold her there while Erica placed her arms across the top ropes.  Erica asked that I pull Belinda’s arms downward and pin them behind her.  Releasing my grip upon her hair I struggled to do so as Belinda was still quite active and had a lot of fight in her.  I thought for a moment as to how I was obviously too quick to assist as Erica was not in complete control, but now it was too late and Belinda was now set up for a beating.  Erica moved forward and drove a hard right fist slamming into the lower belly just above the waistline of the red panty forcing a loud oaffing sound from Belinda.  Just as the tenseness of Belinda’s body subsided, Erica pounded another rock hard right slamming into the mid-section.  Belinda ooaffed from the blow as it forced even more air to escape from her lungs.  Erica moved slowly backward and positioned herself just off to Belinda’s left to continue with her attack.  She raised her right hand upward and sent a stinging backhanded slap slamming into the whitish flesh of Belinda’s breasts.  The blow rang loudly throughout the arena as the hand slammed against the flesh and Belinda let loose with a painful unngh sound.  Erica reloaded and delivered another powerful backhand stinging upon Belinda’s voluptuous chest that had the meat quaking and bouncing from the forceful blow.  Erica lowered her hand to about waist high and sent a backhanded uppercut smashing into the underside of Belinda’s left tit forcing it upward and rocking it heavily upon her chest.  Once settled, Erica again launched her hand upward smacking into the underside of the left tit rocketing it upward and partially dislodging it from the sexy, sweat soaked bra.  Most of Belinda’s left tit was exposed and her large pinkish nipple was now uncovered.  As if on cue, Erica reached out, secured the nipple in her left hand, pulled, and stretched the tit outward from Belinda’s chest.  With the tit fully stretched, Erica chopped downward with her right hand connecting with the extended flesh of the nipple, painfully yanking it from the pinching grasp of the left hand and causing the tit to shake uncontrollably upon Belinda’s chest.  A high-pitched yelping howl came from Belinda as her tit was violently ripped from Erica’s grasp.   Belinda’s huge milky white breast was now totally exposed and the top section of the meat was reddened considerably from the earlier blows.  Targeting the nipple, Erica leaned her sweat covered body up against Belinda’s and attached the fingers of her right hand onto the nipple and began working it over unmercifully.  Pinching, twisting, and pulling, I was receiving an up close over the shoulder view of the mangling and vicious woman handling the nipple was receiving.  Erica began to focus her attention on stretching the nipple outward from the breast while digging and scraping her thumbnail at the upper portion of the nipple near its base.  Belinda wailed agonizingly from the clawing and raking of her beef tip.  Less than a minute now remained and Erica turned free the thick and hardened nipple and readied herself to finish out the round.  Erica brought her arm backward and delivered a hard right roundhouse smashing into the outside section of the bare breast thwacking against the hanging meat loudly and sending the tit bounding heavily upon Belinda’s chest.  Reloading, Erica’s right fist smacked hard into the underside of the bouncing tit as she connected with a powerful uppercut driving the tit upward.  The Jell-O like tit was still shaking when an overhand right came smacking downward landing on the top portion of the bouncing tit.  Erica then proved she was not one-dimensional as she unleashed a powerful left hook that smashed into the inner portion of the left tit flopping it outward causing the tit to shake wildly.  Moving in close once more Erica secured the tit with both hands and began plunging the thumbnails of both hands into the areola on either side of the hardened and swollen nipple as Belinda howled and stomped her right foot repeatedly onto the canvas.  Erica was plunging her nails deeply into the soft sensitive skin surrounding the nipple as the bell rang to end a powerful third round for Erica. 

 

What a comeback round for Erica.  I released Belinda allowing her to hang on the ropes and Erica reached up grabbing her by the hair and flung her off the ropes sending her crashing to the mat in the center of the ring.  She stared sternly at me and stated that this was now her corner and no one rested in her area.  Belinda crawled over to her corner, pulled herself to her feet through the use of the ropes, and started to tend to her battered left breast.  Erica meanwhile was turned facing me and was methodically toweling down her sweat-drenched body.  She looked downward with her back arched as she worked the towel on her inner thighs.  She then moved upward working it upon her belly and pulling outward on the front of her panty and slowly working it down toward the crotch area.  She then uncovered her large breasts one at a time making sure I was not permitted to see her nipples and worked them with both hands, drying her sweat-soaked meat.  Her mouth formed into a sexy and erotic o-shape and moaned slightly as she toweled and appeared to tweak her nipples.  Throwing the towel aside but covering her nipples with her hands, she secured her bra and sexily returned it to its normal position.  Once the bra was back in place, she began tweaking and rubbing her nipples very sensuously.  Her nipples were extremely stiffened and very large as they protruded outward into the sexy material of her black bra.  She moved her hands downward sliding them into the front of her panty and again started to adjust the material covering her crotch.  Finished with the adjustments, she brushed the back of her right hand against the front of my shorts, and started adjusting and caressing her breasts with her left.  She then made brief eye contact before turning toward the center of the ring awaiting the bell.  Meanwhile Belinda had toweled, tended to, and repositioned her bra into place and was ready to go.  Across the ring you could see the discoloration and contrast on the whitish meat of her left tit.

 

The bell rang to begin the fourth round and again Erica hovered around and remained near the corner.  Belinda came over with a bit more caution this time and slowly worked her way toward the corner.  Once there, they wasted no time and each grabbed two handfuls of hair and started pulling and tugging violently on each other’s scalp.  Belinda tore on the sides of Erica’s hair and leaned forward heavily backing Erica up against the corner turnbuckle.  Trying to gain the advantage over her cornered foe, she released her grip with the right hand and moved it downward inside the front of the black panties.  Erica gasped and tried backing her lower half away as she felt the probing fingers locking onto her pubic hairs.  Her stance widened slightly as she opened her legs from the ripping action occurring upon her aching crotch.  Releasing both her hands from Belinda’s hair, she grabbed hold of the waistline of Belinda’s red panty and pulled her in closer towards her.  She then maneuvered her right hand downward inside the red panty, began entangling her fingers in the red haired bush of her opponent, and started to return the favor.  Belinda gasped as she felt the follicles of her pubes being pulled outward from the skin of her mound.  Both girls were grunting and groaning, giving it their all trying to win and dominate this pussy hair pulling battle.  Slowly, they started to drop downward until they were on their knees working over each other’s crotch.  They both maintained a good firm grip with their fingers intertwined within the short hairs and feverishly twisted their hands, tugging and yanking upon each others sensitized skin.  More importantly, Belinda had continued to pull away at the hair on Erica’s head and was slowly gaining an advantage.  Belinda leaned inward toward Erica and pulled her backward into and across the middle rope.  She released her grip upon Erica’s crotch and pushed her further back into the ropes and turnbuckle.  Oblivious to the short hairs of her own crotch being pulled, she shifted her weight over to her left knee and thudded her right knee up hard between the opened thighs nailing Erica in the crotch.  The blow had an immediate effect as Erica released her hold and removed her hand from Belinda’s panties and placed her hands upon each of Belinda’s shoulders.  Belinda thrust her right knee forward and again slammed it home solidly crashing it into Erica’s pubic region.  Erica now leaned forward with her forehead coming to rest upon Belinda’s left shoulder.  Her body rose upward and quivered as a third knee came crashing upward between her thighs.  Belinda instructed me to grab Erica by the hair pull her up onto her feet, which I did.  Draping her arms over the top ropes in the corner; Erica hung heavily upon them as Belinda was prepared to continue her pussy pounding assault.  With legs invitingly open, Belinda raised her knee upward crushing the target between those awesome thighs causing her body to shake violently as she hung upon the ropes.  Reloaded, Belinda’s knee thumped hard again into the black panty region between Erica’s legs.  Loud, painful uunnghing sounds echoed throughout the arena with each impact of the knee thudding into the crotch.  The round was quickly winding down and Belinda pounded away unmercifully driving her knee upward into Erica’s pubic mound.  One final blow was delivered just after the bell sounded to end the fourth round and Belinda turned and returned to her corner leaving Erica hanging in the corner like a cadaver, dangling from the ropes.

 

I was becoming an oozing, sticky mess as I was caught up in the excitement of the pussy pounding action.  Erica was taking a beating thus far and was looking sexy as hell doing it.  Slowly she raised herself up from the ropes and turned to face me with her hands holding onto the top rope.  The heat of the room was taking its toll as sweat poured outward drenching her five foot eleven frame.  Her hair was in dampened strands and ringlets and was sticking to her cheek and neck.  Reaching out she grabbed a towel from my hands and began to wipe her face and neck.  For the first time in the match she actually took a large drink of the cold water and then quickly tossed the water bottle aside.  She then began working her show again as she slowly and seductively worked the towel downward giving special care to certain parts of her body.  Working her way back up to her breasts, the hardened nipples were once again protruding outward into the soft black fabric.  Handing the towel back to me between the top and middle rope, she grabbed hold of my erect and protruding shaft with her left hand and gave it a couple gentle squeezes before turning to face Belinda for round five.  Those couple of squeezes is all it took as I exploded and became weak kneed, about to crumple to the mat.  I grabbed hold of the ropes to help support me as the bell rang to begin round five.

 

The bell rang to start the fifth round and Belinda moved forward across the ring toward her opponent, Erica stayed put with her back against the corner turnbuckle.  As Belinda reached up to grab Erica by the hair, Erica raised her right knee upward catching Belinda flush in the belly below the navel.  The blow caught Belinda off guard and stunned her allowing Erica to drive a hard right fist forward burying it deep into the belly flesh just above the panty line.  Belinda oooffed loudly from the blows and dropped down to her knees clutching her stomach.  Erica reached down grabbing Belinda by the hair and pulled her up to her feet.  She then directed her face first slamming her into the top turnbuckle.  Pulling her back up by the hair, she again slammed her face first into the turnbuckle.  Belinda moaned painfully as she suffered from the dirty and illegal tactic.  I had to speak up and caution Erica that she was now violating the rules as the face was off limits.  She glared at me without expression and turned Belinda around draping her outstretched arms over the top rope to hold her up.  Leaning inward against her, Erica reached down grabbing the middle rope and pulled upward locking it across Belinda’s arms trapping her crucifixion style.  Taking a step backward and eyeing her helpless foe, Erica loaded up, drove a hard right fist into the lower belly below the panty line as Belinda oaffed, and cried out from the powerful punch.  A second blow had her unnghing at impact and collapsing downward with her nice firm ass coming to rest along the bottom rope.  Erica leaned forward securing the bottom side of the sexy red bra lifting it upward unleashing Belinda’s generous sweat drenched breasts.  She also went to work on Belinda’s scalp, yanking, pulling, and generally working it over while leaving it a disheveled, tangled mess.  Placing her hands upon the ropes on either side of Belinda’s head, Erica stepped forward thrusting her right knee upward smashing hard and flush into the soft, naked flesh of Belinda’s left tit as the huge orb flattened upon her chest before bounding back and bouncing heavily upon her throbbing chest.  An agonizing wail of pain echoed loudly throughout the room from breast crushing blow to her magnificent tit.  A painful bellow rang loud again as Erica’s right knee found its target smashing straight on, hard against the tit meat.  Belinda was helpless dangling from and entangled within the ropes with her tender breasts exposed.  UNNNGHH passed Belinda’s lips as the knee crushed the tit mushrooming it across her chest before recoiling and bounding heavily.  UNNNNGHHH as the knee made contact loudly smacking into the bare flesh rocking Belinda violently as she hung from the ropes.  Studying Erica carefully, she appeared to be a cold, statuesque goddess as she methodically beat and battered Belinda’s left tit.  Sweat soaked her voluptuous body as she worked and pounded upon the discolored meat hanging from Belinda’s chest.  It was mind-boggling and I was awestruck by the force of the blows as they exploded into her chest rocking her and shaking the ring uncontrollably.  A loud smacking sound filled the arena as the knee crushed the naked flesh forcing her to continue howling in pain.  Erica hollered out instructions for me to help readjust Belinda and we worked to raise her out of the sitting position and place her up onto her knees.  She was still tied up and entangled in the ropes, but she was now positioned a little higher and was leaning forward.  Erica stepped backward a few steps eyeing her victim, then she stepped forward launching her right foot upward crashing into the underside of the left tit rocketing it skyward, then bounding uncontrollably upon her chest.  Belinda was in agony, suffering a terrible beating as Erica reloaded and drove her foot upward smashing into the bottom side of the tit.  I couldn’t punt a football any harder than that of the force Erica was putting into her well-placed kick to the bottom side of Belinda’s large left breast.  SMAACK, UNNNNGGHHH were in concert with each other as the foot exploded into the bottom of the tit causing the meat to shake and wobble wildly after impact.  Another well placed punt smashes into the underside, and then one more as the bell rings to mercifully bring to an end a tit pounding fifth.

 

I threw Erica a towel to wipe herself down and immediately went to work to free Belinda from the ropes.  As I untangled the ropes, I assumed Belinda would crumple to the mat, but I was wrong.  Erica had successfully entwined Belinda’s hair with the top rope and it held her there preventing her from fully collapsing downward.  It also prevented her from her freedom and I went to work trying to free her hair from the ropes.  Belinda was feeling the pain in her battered, bruised, and swollen left breast and now was feeling a stinging sensation in her scalp as she unsuccessfully tried to pull herself away from the ropes.  Erica seemed to be amused with her handiwork and toweled herself calmly with a smirk upon her face.  I was not having much luck untangling the soaked, red tresses and the round was getting ready to begin.  Erica flung her towel outside the ring into the audience and stepped away from the corner watching me frantically work on Belinda’s hair.  The bell rang to begin the sixth, Belinda was still attached to the rope, and Erica moved in quickly.

 

The bell rang to start the sixth round and Erica wasted no time going on the attack.  She reached down securing Belinda by the wrists and raised her arms upward holding them above her head.  Taking aim with the knee, she drove it upward crushing the now darkened and discolored tit meat flattening it against her chest.  Before the tit could stop shaking, the knee flattened it again as Belinda wailed loudly from the intense pain being inflicted upon her severely bruised tit.  Quickly, a third and fourth knee thudded hard into the throbbing breast and Erica was once again on her way to a dominating round.  Erica continued to pound her knee against the battered tit while I asked for and borrowed a pocketknife from a spectator, and cut her hair freeing her from the entanglement with the ropes.  Erica drove her right knee forward one more time crushing the bruised and swollen target, then released her allowing her to collapse face first to the canvas where she hit and rolled cupping her battered left tit in her hands, moaning and groaning in pain.  Erica reached down grabbing Belinda by the ankles and spun her around so her feet were facing the center of the ring and her head was located down near my feet.  Erica barked out instructions for me and I secured Belinda by the wrists pulling her arms above her head pinning them to the mat.  Erica stood above Belinda and dropped down with all of her weight, thumping hard onto Belinda’s mid-section forcing a pained OOAAFFFF from her lips.  Sitting atop her stomach, Erica raised her right fist and sent it crashing downward hard into the swollen meat of the left tit.  Belinda UNNNGGGHHHED loudly as the fist smashed hard into her flesh.  The support of the canvas prevented any give or cushion from the blow.  UNNNNGGHH bellowed loudly through the arena as the right fist sank deeply into the discolored tit flesh as it mushroomed out across her chest.  Looking down upon the wobbling meat on her chest, there was such a contrast between the right and left tit.  The soft white skin of the right tit seemed to glow compared to the darkish, puffy mass beside it.  EOOOWWWW was cried out from Belinda as Erica’s fist sank deep into the battered breast before recoiling and wobbling around in a jell-o like fashion.  Working quickly, she drove her fist hard into the bruised meat again, this time holding her fist in place pressing it deeply into the flattened breast.  Using the force of her body weight, she worked the fist back and forth, pushing hard into the tit working it against the breastbone.  Belinda wailed painfully and tears streamed downward across her cheek from the torturous abuse she was receiving to her left boob.  Standing up above her victim, Erica positioned herself just to Belinda’s left and stomped her heel hard into the battered tit.  Belinda hollered loudly and flopped around like a fish out of water.  Erica drove another hard heel against the swollen flesh and then backed away from her victim.  Belinda screamed and flopped around again, this time I freed her pinned arms allowing her to cradle her battered tit in her hands.  Erica reached down grabbing Belinda by the hair, pulled her to her feet, and shoved her backwards against the ropes.  Per instructions, I secured Belinda’s arms pulling them behind her back securing them together at the wrists.  Erica drove a hard right into the lower mid-section forcing an OAAFFFF from Belinda and doubling her over at the waist.  Bent forward with her hands secured behind her back, Belinda was set up for some more breast punishment.  Erica promptly lifted her right knee upward crushing the dangling left tit against the chest as Belinda moaned agonizingly loud.  Immediately, there was a second, then a third crushing blow flattening the abused flesh painfully against her chest.  Again, I was amazed at the sheer power and force of the blows being delivered to the sensitive area.  Time was starting to run down and Erica positioned herself to Belinda’s left and began driving her knee up into the hanging meat in machine gun fashion.  Blow after blow was smacking hard into the hanging flesh and I couldn’t really hear any more audible sounds coming from Belinda.  Erica delivered what had to amount to at least fifteen knee shots before the bell rang to end a horrible sixth round for Belinda.  Erica grabbed Belinda by the hair and tossed her to the center of the ring where she rolled around moaning and cradling her destroyed left tit.

 

Erica reached out grabbing the water bottle and a towel and started freshening up for the next round.  She took several gulps of water and toweled down her glistening, sweat soaked body.  Belinda slowly rolled across the mat pulling herself up onto her feet with the use of the ropes.  The mighty mo had changed from the early rounds as Erica had assumed control and had placed a severe beating on Belinda the past two rounds.  I was drenched from the extreme heat from the bright lights and was still struggling to remove the cut red strands of hair from the top rope, meanwhile, Erica was again putting on a slow, sensuous show for me as she worked the towel over her sexy body.  Once again she uncovered her gorgeous breasts and worked the towel over each, one at a time making sure the nipple was never visible.  Again for my entertainment she worked and tweaked her large nipples beneath the material of the towel.  She locked her eyes onto mine as I could tell she using her thumbs and forefingers to gently pinch and pull on them, stretching them ever so slightly.  Making a low moaning sound that only I could hear, she let me know she had begun to twist upon them while continuing to gently tug.  She was killing me, driving me absolutely nuts and she was no doubt enjoying every moment of it.  The round was just about ready to begin and she returned the black fabric of her bra, covering those magnificent breasts and turned to face the center of the ring.

 

The bell rang to begin round seven and Belinda turned toward the center of the ring.  I was so focused on Erica between rounds I didn’t notice that Belinda appeared to have recovered surprisingly well as she moved slowly across the ring.  She seemed to be experiencing lots of discomfort from the pained expression on her face, but she managed to cover herself back up and had the tight fitting red laced bra back in place covering her swollen breast.  Erica made no attempt to leave the corner and waited for Belinda to cross the ring.  The exposed meat of the left breast was blackened; almost purplish from the pummeling she had received.  Undeterred, she made her way across and engaged Erica to start the action in the seventh.  Reaching out, she grabbed hold of Erica’s scalp just above the ears but let loose with a pained howl as Erica secured a handful of the left breast and squeezed mightily upon the bruised orb.  Belinda tried to back away while attempting to escape the painful assault, but Erica pulled her back towards her by the sore, swollen tit.  Belinda moved forward going where her pain-wracked breast was leading her, howling the whole way.  In a reactionary maneuver, she raised her right knee upward driving it into the lower mid-section just below the navel.  Erica gasped loudly as the air was forced out through her mouth.  The blow caused her to loosen her grip on the left tit, and the next shot to the stomach caused her to release the grip completely.  Erica was now bent over slightly with her hands reaching down holding onto her belly.  Belinda tried to take advantage and shoved Erica backward, hard against the turnbuckle.  Belinda fired a right fist hard into Erica’s left side near the hip that did little or no damage.  Erica responded with a right uppercut that barely grazed the intended target, but still caused Belinda to wince from the pain felt within her left breast.  She quickly retreated backward while working within her mind a new strategy.  Erica remained in the corner like a lioness, laying in wait for her prey.  Belinda stalked left and right like an agitated cat, searching for a way to attack.  Suddenly, with cat-like quickness she lowered her head and bulled her way forward wrapping her arms around Erica’s thighs and thrusting her right shoulder into the mid-section forcing an OOAAFFFing sound from Erica.  Backing away slightly, she rammed herself forward again, driving her shoulder into the tummy area forcing more air to pass from Erica’s lungs.  A third shoulder shot slammed Erica hard against the turnbuckle causing Erica to slump downward, the only thing keeping her on her feet being Belinda.  Releasing her hold around the legs, Belinda secured Erica by the hair with the left hand and used her right to lift Erica into the air and body slam her to the canvas.  Erica bounced and the ring rocked from the impact.  Pulled back up to her feet by the hair, Erica was again raised into the air and sent down hard into the canvas from a vicious slam.  Erica quickly sat up then rolled onto her left side reaching behind her with the right hand trying to ease the pain within her aching back.  Belinda pulled her back onto her feet by the backside of her scalp and led her into the corner where she rammed her face first into the top turnbuckle.  She quickly slammed her a second, then a third time before she heeded my warning about an illegal tactic.  Releasing the grip on the hair, Erica slumped downward onto her knees in the corner with her arms coming to rest across the middle ropes.  Belinda pulled her over onto her backside by yanking her hair and instructed me to grab her ankles and position them accordingly.  I was an extremely willing participant as it was obvious what was about to happen.  With legs positioned on either side of the corner ring post, Belinda knelt down and secured Erica by the wrists pulling them above her head pinning them to the mat.  Upon her instructions, I secured Erica by the ankles and pulled slamming Erica crotch first against the metal post eliciting a yelp of pain at impact.  Belinda pulled her away slightly and hollered at me to do it again.  Holding tightly to her sweat dampened leg, I pulled hard forcing her vulnerably exposed crotch thumping hard against the metal post.  I knew I wasn’t supposed to inflict any of the violence myself upon the fighters, but I couldn’t control myself and I pulled hard for the third time as I crotch slammed Erica against the metal pole.  Belinda pulled her away and instructed me to do it again.  With great enthusiasm I pulled launching Erica forward slamming her pussy hard into the pole.  Erica moaned and wailed from the intense pain being inflicted between her thighs but could do nothing to ease the pain as Belinda kept her arms pinned above her head.  Belinda pulled her away from the pole, this time even further, and barked at me to slam her again.  Without hesitation, I pulled as hard as I could slamming her spread-eagled crotch into the hard metal.  The round was winding down quickly, Belinda freed Erica’s hands, and she immediately reached down to cup her aching crotch.  Belinda moved forward removing Erica’s hands from her burning groin area and placed them by her side.  Belinda used her knees to pin them at her side and placed her ass on Erica’s face with a reverse face sit.  The muffled sounds from Erica’s mouth were quickly unobstructed as Belinda leaned forward pulling upon the black material of the panty and moving it aside, revealing the blonde covered mound beneath.  Holding the panty aside with the left hand, Belinda attached the talons of her right deeply digging into the flesh and began raking her short nails all across the pubic region.  Erica cried out and tried to squirm but was helpless as her thighs were still wrapped around the corner post restricting her lower body movement.  Belinda frantically clawed and raked her fingers into the hair covered skin working her fingers outward from the hairline across the tender skin surrounding it.  Reddened claw markings and welt marks were quickly forming and covering the pubic mound, and Erica could only scream and curse from the extreme torture she was receiving.  Belinda asked me to hold the panty, which I did, and she began a two-handed ripping and clawing of the crotch region.  I started to press my hand downward hard against her mound, but the bell rang ending a hellacious seventh round.

 

I immediately let go of the panty but Belinda wouldn’t relinquish her advantage and continued to dig and rip her short painted nails into and across the sensitive skin of Erica’s pubic region.  I finally got a true glimpse of the strength of the twenty nine year old as I tried to pry her fingers and hands from Erica’s crotch.  Reluctantly, Belinda stood up and returned to her corner to freshen up and tend to her bruised left tit.  Erica lay there with a tear rolling down her cheek from the corner of her eye while maintaining a thigh hug upon the pole she became quite acquainted with only seconds earlier.  The sweat glistened upon her rapidly heaving belly as she sucked in air amidst some sobbing from the painful pounding she had received.  She slowly pulled herself into a sitting position and rested her head upon the turnbuckle of the center rope.  Her strawberry blonde hair was completely soaked, clumped in strands and was sticking to the side of her face.  The bright lights shined brilliantly upon her sweat soaked breasts, and droplets of sweat fell to the canvas from her chin.  She looked at me and quietly asked me if my slamming her into the post was my way of putting something large between her legs?  Even after a brutal pounding, she still had her wits about her and continued to play me like a drum.  With a dumb look upon my face no doubt, she asked for a towel and went to work tending to the damage done by Belinda’s short but damaging talons.  She grimaced slightly when applying the towel directly to the scratch marks, but she was one tough young woman and there were no doubts in my mind that she was not going to roll over and quit.  She took the water bottle and poured cold water down the inside of the panty to cool the burn of the scratch marks and her facial expression told you how much it stung.  The bell rang to start the eighth round and Erica flipped the bottle down to the floor, but was still seated with her thighs wrapped around the pole.

 

The bell rang to start the eighth round and Belinda crossed the ring quickly securing Erica by the hair pulling her from the corner.  Moving around and positioning her at her feet, Belinda reached down grabbing Erica at the ankles and raised her legs upward while spreading them far apart.  Straightening and holding them vertical towards the ceiling of the arena, Belinda dropped downward driving her right knee onto the exposed crotch.  Erica screamed loudly as the knee thumped hard against her pelvic area.  Straightening back up, she dropped back down with the full force of her bodyweight into her knee as it slammed between Erica’s thighs.  Erica groaned in horrible pain while reaching down between her thighs to ease the unbelievable pain she was feeling.  Belinda placed her knee upon the crotch and began grinding her knee forcefully against Erica’s pubic mound.  As the pain shot through her crotch, Erica rose upward into a sitting position and slammed a desperate right fist that crashed hard into Belinda’s swollen left tit.  Belinda released Erica’s legs and reached up to cup her throbbing tit.  With her legs free, Erica lifted and drove the heel of her right foot hard into the aching tit and sent Belinda over backward to the canvas where she rolled around moaning and caressing her left tit.  Both battlers were down on the mat struggling with the pain they were feeling within their sensitive regions, and desperately trying to get to their feet.  Erica managed to get to her feet first and staggered over to Belinda, who had just managed to get up onto her knees.  Erica grabbed hold of the sides of Belinda’s damp, matted hair but received a right fist low into the black laced triangle covering her aching pubic mound.  The blow caused her to release her hold on Belinda’s hair and to begin wobbling upon weakened knees.  Belinda drove another hard right fist pounding into the crotch and Erica dropped down onto her knees clutching at her womanhood.  Belinda reached out burying her fists onto the sides of Erica’s hair yanking upon the sweat soaked mane.  Erica reached up to grab the hands inflicting the pain upon her scalp, but when she did, Belinda seized the opening and quickly thrust her knee upward slamming it against the unprotected crotch.  Erica again cradled her aching groin area while moaning in agony while Belinda began yanking viciously upon the hair with renewed vigor.  Again in an act of desperation, Erica reacted with her hands bringing them up towards her burning scalp and intentionally or by accident, connected with the underside of Belinda’s bruised left tit causing her to howl out in pain and to grasp hold of her throbbing orb.  Reacting to her good fortune, Erica grabbed hold of Belinda by the back of the hair and began twisting, shooting sharp pains into the back of her scalp.  When Belinda reached for her head, Erica thrust her right fist forward slamming it against the swollen, bruised tit.  Belinda shrieked loudly from the painful blow and fell over backward escaping the painful hair pull and cradling her pain-wracked tit.  Erica crawled over to her, seized her by the front of the bra, and pulled, freeing the tits from the harness leaving them uncovered and wobbling upon her chest.  Erica attached her claws onto the bruised tit and began squeezing mightily with the left hand and digging the nails of her right into the nipple area.  Belinda screamed loudly in pain while reaching up attempting to remove the hands that were damaging her already aching, sore breast.  Erica demonstrated her strength as Belinda was unable to remove the hands, and Erica increased the intensity of the attack plowing her nails deeply into the bruised skin and was raking a path across the sensitive meat.  Belinda wailed, kicked, and flailed wildly from the brutal attack being inflicted upon her ravaged tit.  As she squirmed and flopped around from the painful tit mauling, she managed to feel her way around and move her right hand between Erica’s legs and she frantically grasped hold of the crotch area pulling on the panties, yanking pubic hairs in the process.  Erica’s legs opened slightly by instinct opening the target for the assault and Belinda twisted and yanked feverishly upon the black panty.  Painful cries filled the arena as both sweaty battlers worked at damaging each other’s vulnerable areas.  Belinda had a very good hold on the pubic mound and the pulling motion was ripping upon the sensitive, welt raised skin of the crotch and Erica attempted to back away from the mauling.  Unable to escape the strong grip of Belinda, she changed her focus of attack and began slamming her right fist down hard into the badly bruised tit, hitting it repeatedly as Belinda cried out from each crushing blow.  The action was intense, both were giving as well as receiving, and I was caught up in it.  Suddenly the bell rang to end the eighth round, but neither woman paid any attention to the bell and continued the intense fighting.  Belinda moaned painfully every time Erica drove her fist hard into the bruised, swollen meat of her left tit, but Erica howled and was crying with every hand twist that sent burning pain shooting through the emblazoned claw marks that were ripped across the skin of her pubic mound.  I was hesitant and unsure as to what I should do.  The girls were giving it their all, the crowd was into it and going nuts, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go in their and get between those two wildcats.  Forsaking safety, I jumped into the ring, threw myself over Belinda so Erica could no longer pound her fist into the battered tit, and worked on Belinda’s hand freeing Erica’s crotch from her grasp.  Erica tried to get back at her but I jumped up and shoved her back into the corner trapping her there.  Belinda came that way but was met by a foot to the belly as Erica managed to get her leg around the side of me.  I grabbed Belinda pushing her across the ring and forced her outside the ring to the floor below.  I quickly turned and grabbed Erica who had followed us and grabbed her, lifting and carrying her back to her corner and held her there.  She was angry and wanted out of the corner, but eventually settled down and calm was restored.

 

This fight was on the verge of getting out of hand, and any professionalism and self-control seemed to be lost as these two were now engaged in a verbal battle as they impatiently waited for the beginning of the next round.  Both sweat drenched battlers could have cared less about toweling themselves off or water this time; their focus was getting back after each other and trying to tear one another apart.  Belinda’s bruised tit was so puffy and swollen; it appeared as if the skin were stretched so tightly it would rip.  She left her breasts uncovered and made no attempt at covering them up.  Erica meanwhile stood in the corner impatiently shifting her weight from one foot to the other.  While watching these two she cats anxiously wait to go on the attack, I felt a stinging sensation on my neck and reaching up and touching it, I realized I had gotten nicked by one of the fighters.  I also realized just how much that incidental scratch was hurting so I knew these fighting babes had to experiencing some excruciating pain.  The time passed quickly and the bell rang to begin round nine.

 

Both fighters hurried to the center of the ring as soon as the bell rang and immediately began launching a furious attack.  Erica went for a two-handed breast squeeze mashing the swollen meat of Belinda’s left tit tightly in her hands, Belinda grabbed the back of Erica’s hair with the left and slid her right hand down inside the black panty and began working on the blondish bush.  Both ladies yelped loudly from their respective attacks, but both chose to ignore the burning pain and fight with an intensity only seen in animals.  The view I had was from the rear of Erica and I could see that Belinda was being quite effective as I watched Erica slowly widen her legs further apart from the mauling action within her panty.  Further and further, the gap widened between her thighs.  It appeared that if she continued any further, her crotch would be touching the mat.  She suddenly threw herself backward letting go of Belinda’s tit and went crashing onto her back.  Belinda stayed with her and repositioned herself to Erica’s right side continuing to twist and work the hand feverishly beneath the panty.  Erica used her feet and legs and began to push herself across the canvas attempting to escape.  Belinda easily moved with her walking across the ring on her knees while maintaining the intense pussy hair pull.  Erica ended up sliding herself under the ropes and fell to the floor outside the ring, but not painlessly as Belinda maintained the hair pull for a few more seconds before she allowed her fall to the floor outside the ring.  Belinda followed her outside the ring and pulled her up onto her feet by the hair.  Holding her by the back of her head, she slammed Erica face first into the rings apron from where she bounced and crumpled to the floor.  She grabbed Erica by the hair pulling her upward and drove her face down into the canvas again.  Without letting go this time, she raised her back up and slammed her into the apron two more times before allowing her to crumple down to the floor.  Pulled back up to her feet by the hair, Belinda grabbed hold of the back of her head and directed her toward the metal post of the ring.  Erica hit the post dropped to the floor in a heap and rolled around on her back moaning painfully.  I didn’t want to stop this because it was so damn exciting, but as she pulled her back up by the hair, I stepped in pulling her off of Erica.  She struggled to get away and as sweaty as she was, she was not easy to contain, but I did so.  I finally wrestled her into place and held her bending her over backward with her shoulders pinned to the apron beneath the ropes of the ring.  My short struggle with Belinda was obviously enough time for Erica to recover somewhat as she came over and drilled Belinda hard with a solid right fist landing flush on the outside section of her battered tit.  I turned to force Erica away and Belinda fell to the floor crying out, cradling her aching meat.  I pushed Erica away, forced her to get back into the ring, and went over to Belinda.  Belinda slowly rose onto her feet and I pushed her towards the ring.  Erica met her and helped her into the ring by the hair.  Pulling her into the ring and raising her up onto her knees, she delivered a devastating knee square against the bruised beef crushing it painfully against her chest.  Belinda wailed agonizingly as her meat shook upon her heaving chest.  Another knee crushed the beef against her chest and Belinda sobbed uncontrollably.  Lifted to her feet by the hair, she shoved her backward against the ropes trapping her arms between the top and second rope.  Erica brought her arm back and sent a huge right hand sinking deep into the darkened meat as Belinda cried out painfully.  The swollen meat bobbed and wobbled on her chest and before it could stop shaking, the right fist plunged its way back into the wobbling flesh.  The fist sank in towards the chest and the meat mushroomed out surrounding the fist before the tit sprung back out bouncing around.  Belinda slumped downward coming to rest on her knees with her arms still outstretched, tangled within the ropes.  Erica took a step backward and launched her foot upward crushing the bottom side of the tit as it shot upward from the blow.  The purplish tit shook mightily and Belinda cried out painfully.  This looked like this was going to be the end, but suddenly, Erica dropped down to her knees in front of Belinda and began to claw and dig her nails into the white flesh of the right tit.  She plowed her nails deeply into the soft white skin and raked them downward across the fresh, unmarked meat.  I couldn’t believe what was happening.  So close to a victory, it was apparent that a victory was no longer her object or the focus of the match.  The fight had elevated itself to a level where the object was just to inflict as much pain and punishment as possible.  The round was winding down to the final seconds and Erica was pinching and digging her nails into the pinkish nipple of the right tit.  The right tit was now covered with red, raised welt scratch marks and Erica dug her nails into the areola area of the nipple.  Erica was feverishly tearing away at the nipple area as the bell rang ending the ninth round.  Erica released the tit and got up onto her feet, then drove a full forced right knee crashing against the newly scratched up tit, then moved over to her corner. 

 

I freed Belinda’s arms from the ropes and she collapsed forward to the mat where she rolled around cupping her damaged breasts.  Erica walked over, pulled Belinda to her feet by the hair, led her across the ring, and threw her through the ropes where she crashed to the floor at the feet of the spectators in the front row.  Erica returned to her corner dripping profusely with sweat but refused to towel down, choosing to stare down Belinda outside the ring and awaiting the bell to start the next round.  Belinda struggled mightily to get up and no doubt made a couple of the guys night when they helped pull her sweat drenched body up onto her feet.  She staggered over to the rings apron placing her hands on the mats surface for support as she hung her head down towards the floor.  Her battered breasts hung heavily upon her chest and I was not certain if she could continue, although she had not yet submitted.  This fight had exceeded all expectations and went into some new areas that had previously been prohibited.  Come to think of it, that round would have probably been much different because Belinda was in control until I interfered.  The bell rang to begin the tenth round and my mind was brought back to the matters at hand. 

 

The bell sounded to begin round ten and Belinda still stood on the outside of the ring staring towards the floor.  Erica crossed the ring, slid under the ropes, and joined Belinda down on the floor.  She walked over and reached up grabbing Belinda by the hair and lifted her into an upright position, but before she could power slam her forward, Belinda thrust her left elbow backward smashing it against Erica’s right tit.  Painfully stunned, she let loose of Belinda’s hair while receiving another elbow smash to the tit.  She reached up cupping her tit and Belinda grabbed her by the back of the skull and rammed her face first into the canvas.  Grabbing her by the arm, she swung her around and sent her flying into the crowd in the front row.  The guys were surprised and delighted as the sweaty blonde vixen came crashing into them.  While helping her up, I couldn’t help but notice that a couple of the guys copped a handful of the sweat covered breasts on the young fighter.  Pulled out from the crowd, Belinda swung and flung her backward against the edge of the rings apron where she thudded and dropped agonizingly to the floor.  Moving quickly, Belinda pulled her up by the hair and flung her crashing back into the crowd, which was now in an uproar.  Barking instructions to the crowd, they took Erica, held her while pinning her arms back, and opened her legs wide, with a spectator holding onto each of her knees.  Vulnerably open, Belinda punted her foot upward crushing the panty-covered crotch and any scream of pain was drowned out by the cheering masses.  Drawing her foot backward, she delivered another crushing blow up hard between the thighs and you had to see Erica’s facial expressions to know how much that hurt.  That second blow had Erica slumping downward out of the laps of the spectators down onto the floor.  Pulling her up onto her feet, she led her over to the ring and slammed her face first onto the edge of the mat.  Erica had a glazed look in her eye as she slumped down onto the floor.  The crowd was in frenzy, and I made a decision that there would be no more interference by me in this bout. It could prove to be dangerous, but I would not do anything to influence the outcome.  Belinda turned and played to the crowd as they cheered and saluted her for her handiwork.  Erica slowly made her way up into a seated position and Belinda turned and helped her the rest of the way up onto her feet.  Just as she was about to slam her into the canvas, she was on the receiving end of an elbow smash into her chest.  As battered and painful as her breasts were, that one blow sent her reeling backward onto the floor.  Taking a very short moment to recuperate, Erica went and pulled Belinda to her feet by the hair and pushed her backward into the crowd.  Per her instructions, the guys held her arms outstretched tightly leaving her chest exposed and the crowd erupted as the right fist smashed into the purple colored meat.  Again the painful cry from the blow was drown out due to the extreme crowd noise.  Again and again Erica drove her fist down hard as it exploded against the bruised flesh.  Over and over I studied the pained look on Belinda’s face and watched her mouth open widely without hearing a sound.  The guy whose lap Belinda was sitting in reached around, grabbed hold of the flesh, and held it in place as Erica pounded her fist against it.  This had become the ultimate fight with all rules out the window.  After ten well directed punches into the swollen beef, Erica reached down, pulled Belinda to her feet by the hair, and directed her over toward the ring.  Grabbing her by the backside of the skull, she rammed Belinda face first into the apron of the ring.  Held tightly by the sweat soaked locks, she rammed her again and again into the canvas.  Releasing her, Belinda turned slightly and dropped down onto her right knee.  Erica’s right knee came crashing against her battered left tit and sent her reeling over backwards onto the floor.  Pulling her to her feet, she forced her back against the rings edge and bent her over backward forcing her shoulders back, pressed against the mat.  Erica raised her right fist high into the air and pounded it into the beaten beef on Belinda’s chest.  The swollen meat shook painfully upon her chest and before it could settle into place, it was met by another hard right fist plunging deeply into the bruised skin.  Erica rapidly sent another hard right plunging into the breast, and then pulled her back up into an upright position.  Grabbing her by the left wrist and arm, Erica swung her around and let go sending her full force against the corner metal post of the ring.  Belinda slammed hard and bounced off, appearing that her belly and breast absorbed the brunt of the blow before crumpling to the floor.  Pulled back up to her feet, she was directed again back into the steel pole with the top of her head receiving the blow.  Again, she crumpled helplessly to the floor only to be raised back up to her feet.  As if out of nowhere, the bell rang to end the tenth round, but that meant nothing at all.  Erica guided her headfirst into the metal pole, then helped her up and swung her by the arm sending her crashing back into the crowd.

 

Erica was pushed away and sent around the ring to her corner for the rest period.  She toweled herself down but remained outside the ring.  A stream of blood was trickling from her right nostril down onto her lip, and she used her tongue to help wipe it away.  Meanwhile Belinda was being fondled/assisted to her feet and directed towards her corner to begin cleaning herself up.  She too had a flow of blood trickling down her face from what appeared to be a cut near her right eye and a split lip.  New ground had been broken with the audience participation and it was certain I’d be faced with the dilemma of them wanting all future fights fought with these types of rules, or lack thereof.  The inherent danger was that the faces were getting marked up and bruised, and this was not going to be good for their regular jobs.  Plus it seemed to increase the violence level somewhat and worked the crowd into a state of frenzy.  On the other hand, it certainly made the front and second row seats more desirable and if they thought the possibility existed that they may get somewhat involved in the action; I could sell those seats for a mini fortune.  I also knew I had two new stars in my little federation and from the intense look upon Nadia’s and Amanda’s faces, this fact did not go unnoticed.  Turning my thoughts back to the ring, the bell rang to begin round eleven. 

 

The bell rang to begin the eleventh round and neither woman attempted to crawl back into the ring.  They both opted to walk around the outside of the ring and hook up with each other down of the floor.  They both met up in front of center section of the arena and went to tugging and pulling on each other’s scalp.  They both moved around in a circular motion trying to gain the advantage.  They slowly worked their way towards the crowd and tripped over some feet causing them both to fall into the crowd.  The crowd moved aside allowing them to fall into the chairs, and then down to the floor.  Belinda grabbed the top position and worked her right hand beneath the black panty of Erica.  The crowd was going ballistic as they had an outstanding view of the vicious hair pulling and twisting action occurring within.  Erica’s legs were kicking frantically and knocking metal chairs around as she flopped around trying to escape.  A couple of guys grabbed Erica by the legs and spread-eagled her while pinning her legs to the floor.  Another pinned her hands to the floor above her head allowing Belinda to really work her over.  Taking advantage of the situation, Belinda fired a hard right fist crashing down against the pubic mound.  The facial expression told the story as another right fist slammed hard into the lower front of the black panty.  Belinda shifted her position placing herself between Erica’s wide opened legs and leaned forward resting her hands upon Erica’s tummy.  Placing all of her bodyweight onto her left knee, she pulled back the right knee and slammed it forward thumping hard into panty-covered area between the thighs.  Pulling her knee back, she again slammed it forward smashing it against the exposed crotch.  Again, one had to pay attention to the reaction of the victim receiving the blow in order to know how it felt; crowd noise was all anyone could hear at this point.  Erica flung her head from side to side and attempted to elevate her lower torso up off the floor.  Just as she eased the tension of her muscles slightly, the knee came slamming forward crashing into her pubic region again.  Belinda was taking full advantage of her good fortune and continued to pound her knee against the vulnerably exposed crotch.  Repeatedly, the knee slammed forward drilling Erica up high between her thighs in the crotch.  Belinda rocked her approximately ten times planting solid knee shots against the pubic mound.  Again repositioning herself, she sat down placing her ass upon Erica’s face with a reverse face sit and leaned forward sliding her hand inside the black panty.  The guys released their holds and Belinda was now a one-woman fighter again.  She intertwined her fingers in the blonde pubic bush and started pulling and twisting on the hairs.  Erica thrashed around kicking and stomping her feet into the carpeted floor, but it was to no avail as Belinda continued to work her over.  Her legs were spread wide providing everyone a fantastic view of the crotch mauling.  She bucked and bucked but couldn’t throw her off.  Just when you thought she wouldn’t be able to continue, Belinda leapt up off her opponent and began thrashing around on the floor holding onto her inner thigh.  You couldn’t see it but it was soon to be obvious that she had been bitten on the inside portion of her leg.  While she rolled around on the floor, Erica quickly tried to recover and staggered up onto her feet.  Reaching down, she pulled Belinda to her feet holding onto the hair on the back of her head.  Dragging her into position she forced her head downward, slamming it against the backrest of a metal chair before bouncing off and collapsing down to the floor.  She reached down pulling Belinda back to her feet and the crowd went nuts when Belinda came up bloody.  Holding her by the back of the hair, she again drove her head down forcefully slamming it onto the back of the chair.  Again, she dropped to the floor as if she’d been shot.  Erica dropped down to her knees beside her and pulled her up onto her knees.  Holding her by the hair, she slammed her face first against the metal seating area of the folding chair.  Quickly yanking her head backwards, she thrust her forward face first, again driving it into the metal chair seat.  The crowd was in an uproar and Erica kept repeating the maneuver.  Nine times, she rammed Belinda’s face against the chair, and then threw her backward onto the floor after the final slam.  Erica stood up and moved around to Belinda’s left side, reached down grabbing her by the wrist, and started to pull upon her arm.  While pulling her left arm, she stomped down hard driving the heel of her right foot onto the bruised meat of the left breast.  Her facial expression screamed out pain as she threw her head back and pounded the soles of her feet into the carpeted floor.  Her thighs and breasts jiggled from the pounding reaction and her eyes were tightly clenched as blood flowed down the side of her face.  Pulling upon the arm again, Erica stomped her heel downward again crushing the bruised beef beneath it.  Again, Belinda stomped and thrashed with her body parts shaking like jell-o.  Seconds remained in the round and Erica pulled her up to her feet by the hair and led her over towards the ring.  Directing her over near the corner, she thrust her forward driving her head against the metal post.  Belinda dropped like a rock, hitting the floor as the bell sounded ending the eleventh round.

 

Erica slowly trudged her way the short distance to her corner picking up a towel and used it to cover her face and head.  She leaned forward resting her hands upon the rings apron while rapidly sucking air into her lungs, trying to ready herself for the final round.  Belinda meanwhile remain prone on the floor holding her hands upon her forehead while stomping her right foot onto the floor.  I retrieved a towel and walked it over to her placing it upon her hands and face, and began using it to help clean her up.  This had been an extremely brutal battle and both ladies had left an impression upon one another.  Belinda sat up and worked the towel upon her forehead.  Her face was bruising and slightly discolored from the pounding.  Accompanied with the split lip and cut on her forehead near her eye, were the bruised and scratch mark ravaged tits.  She looked the part of someone involved in a brutal war.  She made her way up onto her feet and leaned backward against the edge of the apron for support, and to rest up for the final round.  Erica removed the towel from her head and climbed up onto the apron of the ring resting her arms across the top rope looking into the ring from the outside.  She too showed the effects of the battle as her face showed signs of bruising.  The rest of her sweat drenched body looked untouched, but I knew the real damage occurred beneath her black panty.  Both women had put forth a valiant effort and it seemed unfortunate that either one of them had to lose.  As I pondered that thought, I started to realize I didn’t have a clue as to might be ahead in this match.  It was a shame that either of the ladies had to lose, but we all knew who the real winners of tonight’s contest were, and we were prepared to see the conclusion of it as the bell rang to start the twelfth and final round.

 

The bell rang to start round twelve and neither fighter was inside the ring.  Erica stood on the outside apron looking in; Belinda was down on the floor looking up into the ring.  Belinda climbed up onto the apron and stood there looking over at Erica, and simultaneously they climbed through the ropes entering the squared circle.  Erica’s black fighting attire was still completely in tact but soaked through with sweat.  Belinda’s bra hung around her waist allowing her battered breasts to hang free, her sweat-soaked panty still in place.  They moved cautiously around the ring in a circular motion eyeing each other like cats, sizing up their victim and readying for the attack.  After circling the ring twice, they both moved toward one another and reached up grabbing the others sweat drenched strands of hair.  As they both clamped on, Belinda reacted first and launched her right knee upward smashing it against Erica’s lower belly.  A loud ooaafing sound filled the room as the wind was forced out from her lungs.  Before she could respond, another knee slammed upward again crushing her lower belly causing her to collapse to the mat upon her knees.  Belinda pulled her back onto her feet by the hair and led her to the corner where she repeatedly started slamming her head against the turnbuckle.  One, two, three, four, five times she drove her face first into the turnbuckle before she allowed her to crumple to the mat landing upon the seat of her pants.  Lifted back up to her feet, Belinda took two hands full of dampened hair and flung her through the ropes, out onto the floor outside the ring.  Belinda stepped through the ropes and looked down upon Erica as she struggled to pick herself up off the floor.  Just as Erica rose and turned facing the ring, Belinda leapt from the rings apron executing an unbelievable dropkick across the chest that sent Erica flying into and over the first row of spectators.  The fans moved out of the way allowing Belinda to move forward in pursuit.  Belinda dragged Erica back up to her feet and picked her up for what appeared to be a body slam, but held her extended outward and released just the lower torso.  Erica came crashing downward with her legs straddling the backrest of the chair sending her crotch slamming against it.  Erica’s mouth went “o” shaped as she rolled off the chair onto the floor clutching her crotch.  Kicking away chairs, Belinda reached down, grabbed Erica around both ankles, and positioned her legs vertical towards the ceiling while a fan secured her wrists and pinned them above her head.  Belinda extended her hands outward spreading Erica’s legs wide.  With the legs open wide, Belinda slammed the heel of her foot downward thumping it hard against Erica’s exposed crotch.  The pain of the blow was evident upon Erica’s face as her mouth tightened and her eyes clenched shut.  Belinda slammed her foot downward again, and then a third time driving it hard against the pubic mound.  Erica thrashed her head from side to side with each foot stomping blow.  Belinda reached down pulling Erica to her feet by the hair and shoved her backward through the chairs and slamming against the wall of the arena.  Pinning her shoulders to the wall, Belinda kicked at the ankles opening Erica’s legs and thumped her knee up hard between her thighs.  Erica’s body quaked and shivered from the forceful impact and she tried to collapse to the floor but was held upright by Belinda.  Again Belinda drove her knee up high as it exploded between the thighs slamming against the pubic mound.  Erica slumped to the floor dropping down onto her knees holding her crotch.  Belinda backed away and searched out a towel to wipe her face as the sweat and stream of blood found it’s way into her eyes.  Apparently the cut on the forehead was still leaking blood.  Once toweled off, she returned to Erica and pulled her back up onto her feet, but before she could continue with her assault, Erica nailed her with an uppercut that slammed into the underside of her bruised and swollen left tit.  Her body cringed and she turned away cupping her left breast.  Seizing the opportunity, Erica grabbed the back of Belinda’s head driving it downward bouncing it off the backrest of a chair.  Belinda was now dazed and fumbling around on all fours trying to raise herself back up to her feet.  Erica grabbed her wrists extending them above her head and slammed her knee hard against the battered tit forcing Belinda over backward onto the floor.  Again she crawled up onto her knees, and upon instruction, a fan secured her arms pulling them backward and holding them behind her.  Placing his foot between her shoulders he held her in a well-executed chicken wing and Erica was ready to punt.  She shot her foot forward crushing the meat against her chest.  Belinda thrashed her head wildly upon impact and the dangling meat bobbed heavily from her chest.  Again, Erica thrust her foot upward crushing the tit painfully to the bone, and then the fan released her allowing Belinda to collapse to the floor.  Time was quickly running out and Erica hurried to inflict some more pain before the bell rang.  Picking up one of the folding chairs, she positioned it so that the left tit was caught in the folding section of the chair and was closing it, crushing it upon the flesh.  The tit was being pinched within the chair and Belinda kicked and bucked like crazy.  Erica worked the chair with all her strength tightening and crushing the tit within and I knew this was going to be it.  The crowd was going nuts and Belinda squirmed like she had a piece of fiery hot charcoal in her panties.  The bell rang to end the bout, but Erica continued to push and apply intense pressure onto the chair.  I went over pulling Erica off of her, but not before she got off a kick that bounced off Belinda’s head.  Belinda rolled around on the floor sobbing and caressing her badly wounded left tit.  Erica finally headed off toward her corner area and began wiping herself down.  The crowd cheered uproariously as they appreciated the efforts of the intense fight they had just witnessed.  This had been an epic battle. 

 

Belinda had to be helped onto her feet and directed to her corner.  She grabbed a towel and moved it towards her head to begin the cleanup.  She had stemmed the flow of blood and covered herself up with her robe.  Fortunately, the cuts were much smaller than they had seemed during the bout.  The blood flow made them appear larger than they really were.  Unfortunately, the bruises on her head and face were overly obvious and I wondered how she’d be able to go to work on Monday.  Erica, although she had no visible cuts was still quite bruised around the face and looked similar to Belinda.  She too had toweled herself down and covered up with her robe to await the outcome.  This was the first bout in a long time that had gone the distance and hadn’t ended without a submission.  Observing each fighter, I could sense they were each in great discomfort and feeling the effects of the battle.  Belinda took a horrific beating to her breasts that had been visibly obvious to everyone in the room, but Erica took a massive pussy pounding that was not as obvious.  The sheer forcefulness of each knee she received was of unbelievable proportions.  I was rather shocked that it went the distance.  Although in pain, they stood patiently near their corners waiting.  After what seemed like an eternity, I received the final scoring sheet and began tallying the points.  One judge had the fight going to Erica by a 152-148 margin.  The second judge scored it in Belinda’s favor, 152-148.  The last judge scored the bout even at 150 apiece.  The fight was a virtual deadlock.  The crowd hooted and hollered as the decision was announced, the ladies were furious, each having thought they had won the fight.  Having sufficiently recovered from the battle, they each moved toward the center of the ring attempting to go after one another to continue the battle.  Although the crowd enjoyed it and would have liked to see it continue, I forced them away from each other and officially announced that the fight had ended in a draw.  The fans booed the decision, but cheered the ladies as they left the ring area and headed off to their dressing rooms.  Another successful night had come to an end topped off by another fantastic main event.  The uncomfortable feeling I had at the beginning of the bout was now gone as I knew the crowd left feeling they had received their monies worth.

 

The crowd filtered out and I had brief conversations with Amanda and Nadia.  As expected, there seemed to be an air about both of them that permeated a sense of jealousy towards the new blood.  Both acted rather catty and implied that neither woman stood a chance against them in the ring.  I also sensed that there was a bit of apprehension in both of them.  Amanda moved on and headed out the door, Nadia insisted that she hang around to help clean up and make sure the new girls got headed home okay.  I couldn’t help but think that her kindness was predicated upon my after fight behavior on several other occasions, and having watched as Erica openly grabbed me early in the fight may have provoked that feeling of ownership within her.  Nadia was not going to allow me to enjoy myself with either fighter tonight.  I quickly headed off to visit the women in their dressing rooms with Nadia positioned right outside their doors.  First I went and congratulated Belinda on her fine effort, but she didn’t want to hear any of that.  All she wanted to do was get back in the ring and tear Erica apart.  As beaten upon as she looked, cold packs applied to her face and breast I was amazed she was so spry and filled with a burning rage.  I handed her an even share of the money for the no decision and informed her that if she wanted a rematch, I’d get it for her.  She snarled for me to set up for the next round of bouts and I told her I’d let her know.  I turned and left her dressing room knowing full well I just lied to her with a smile upon my face.  This rematch would be larger than Nadia/Amanda, so it was going to have to sit on the backburner for a little while until demand would be at its peak.  She knew how to fight and apparently nothing about marketing and selling of the product.  Plus having learned my lesson from the three fights with Amanda and Nadia, I knew I had to spread these types of fights apart to lengthen their careers.  I reached Erica’s dressing area and Nadia remained reluctantly outside.  She too had applied cold packs to her face and crotch area to begin the healing process.  She was not as uptight as Belinda as she seemed to be very much at ease and not nearly as tense during my visit.  She graciously accepted the money and compliments for her performance and implied that she’d be very happy to climb back into the squared circle with Belinda.  She almost apologetically said that she was sorry she allowed herself to be beat on so badly.  She then said that if she hadn’t, she would have liked to get me in the ring while rubbing the back of her hand against my crotch.  The stiffness began to return beneath my shorts and she grabbed hold and started tugging gently saying that she’d like to put on some gloves and box me sometime.  Like the true American male that I was, as my shaft stiffened, the blood going to my brain within the head on my shoulders had ceased, and I was quickly becoming engulfed and a victim to her probing fingers.  A noise came from just outside the door and she removed her hand saying it was time for me to go, that my lapdog was waiting and that I should come back when I was ready to be a man and try her on for size within the ring.  I sheepishly turned and walked away with a burning desire to take this young woman on.

 

The End