Poolside Brawl

Jenny vs. Yuki

By Galtmal

This one had been a long time coming. Several people including myself have been awaiting this rematch for a very long time. I know they had an encounter at ringside when the mothers fought, but this is the one that everyone had been praying for. Doctor Gerald and nine other fight enthusiasts put up ten thousand dollars each to make this bout happen. I of course, was to get 30 percent of the purse leaving the girls to fight for a fifty thousand dollar winner's share, the loser to take home twenty. This special event required me to dismantle and reassemble my ring at Gerald's estate, setting it up at poolside on his oversized patio surface. I put down six inches of padding over the tiled surface near the pool, providing fifteen feet of added safety around the perimeter of the ring. The girls were going to scratch and claw their way to a decisive finish and there were just the select few of us that would witness this epic event. It was an extremely hot and steamy afternoon, partly cloudy with the hot sun peeping through occasionally, the muggy temperatures and high humidity providing the perfect setting for this bout. All that were permitted to attend were present and accounted for and patiently waiting for the one o'clock hour to get here. This bout was scheduled to begin at one and the girls were in separate dressing rooms inside the air-conditioned pool house, waiting to renew their rivalry. Each was a bit uncomfortable as I wouldn't permit their mothers to be present, but I was not about to allow any outside interference to disrupt this fight. Sweat was dripping from my body as I sat there, thinking about all the events that were going to occur in the very near future. One month from today, Nadia and Amanda were going to lock horns once again, this time in the highly anticipated barbed wire match. Needless to say, Nadia and I were still not on speaking terms, but she was civil and not about to walk away from the financial opportunities that I provided for her. She knew a good gig when she saw it and was professional all the way. Thankfully, Amanda dumped Joseph and was back on board, not to mention performing the occasional sexual favor for me. If it weren't for these fighters, I'd have no sex life whatsoever. The two sisters were going to meet about two weeks after that in a rematch of their two prior encounters. April has gotten the best of Simone in both, but Simone has been working real hard trying to master the craft. I call it a craft now because both young girls were stunned when I handed them three thousand apiece for their foray into my ring. I think I hooked them both and may have two new fighters in my stable. I'm also utilizing some of the international connections that I received while I was in Japan . The contacts were starting to pay off as I was going to have five young visitors coming to fight inside my ring. Mariana, the dark haired beauty from Ecuador was to be here, as well as some young fighters from Brazil , Belarus , Jamaica , and Germany . The travel agent in me was working overtime as I made the arrangements, making sure I took good care of these young fighters during their visit. And last but not least, my sister-in-law, Jo Ann was burning up my cell phone trying to talk me into booking that hotel suite again so she can have a rematch with her blonde haired co-worker, Sharon. Things were going well right now from a business point of view and I was going to make sure that I enjoyed every bit of this good luck that I was experiencing. The timer on my watch went off, alerting me that it was time to go get the two young ladies that would battle on this hot, steamy day. The cameras were set and ready to roll, the only thing now required were these two young beauties.

I trudged through the thickness of the hot, humid air and made my way to the pool house. I first took the arm of the Asian Pearl, Yuki and led her through the door and toward the ring. She was wearing a long, blue silk robe covering her youthful, eighteen year old body. She quickly slipped it off and jumped into the pool, preparing herself for this battle. She lowered herself into the water taking care to keep her head and hair above the surface, then walked to the edge and climbed up out of the water. Her dark skinned body glistened as the water beaded upon her as she walked over and entered inside the ring. Surprisingly, Gerald and the rest of the crew were silent as they just sat there suffering in these unbearably hot conditions. Yuki wore a pair of dark blue, Hanes her way cotton panties, that were now soaked and sticking to her dripping wet body. She wore a two sizes too small wife beater cotton T that clung to her upper torso and shapely breasts, the material leaving nothing to the imagination as you could see everything that it was trying to cover. Her perfectly shaped areola's beamed through the sheer material and her thick nipples stood pert and at attention as she moved into her corner to await the arrival of her hated foe. Yuki stood 5”6 inches tall and weighed in for today's match at 130 pounds. Her thoroughly drenched fighting attire put on full display her shapely 33C-24-36 inch body. She was a brown-eyed beauty with shoulder length hair, this time showing more of her natural dark color, but still sporting strands of frosted blonde. The styled cut framed her face perfectly, leaving some bangs hanging down across her forehead. Her eyes were shaded with bright blue, and heavy eyeliners gave her dark eyes shape and definition. She was drop dead beautiful and confident as she stood there waiting for me to return with Jen.

I hurried back to the pool house and took the arm of her opponent for today's fight. Jenny also wore a long silk robe as we exited through the door out into the hot, steamy air. As we neared the edge of the pool, she disrobed and jumped in quickly to douse herself in preparation for this much anticipated renewal of their intense rivalry. Jen was a fair skinned beauty but was sporting a pretty good tan as she moved around down inside the pool. She held her long, brunette hair up on top of her head and she lowered herself up to her chin before climbing up out of the water. She was decked out in a pair of hot pink cotton panties that appeared to be painted onto her young, healthy body even before she jumped into the water. She too wore an undersized wife beater T that gave the appearance that her entire outfit was painted upon her body. Jen was a seventeen-year-old stunner with model looks and a body that makes the crotches of middle aged men like myself ache with desire. As the sun peaked through the clouds, it gave Jen's hair a reddish tint as she climbed through the ropes, dripping wet. Jen was 5”8 and 133 pounds for this fight, and the wetness of her outfit allowed everyone at ringside to see every inch of her 33C-24-36 inch frame. The material of the top didn't leave anything to the imagination and she too had perfectly proportioned nipples and areolas at the tips of her young, firm tits. They didn't show as well as Yuki's because of the light pink color, but they were still visible and the cold dip into the pool caused Jen's points to stand at attention also. Her reddish tinted hair hung just down beyond her shoulders as she moved around confidently inside the ring. She had a light blue eye shadow covering the upper area of her eyes, quite professional in appearance and correctly bringing out the green in her sparkling eyes. Dark mascara and eyeliners were used to give them shape, and she used a bit of pink on both cheeks to complete the look. I motioned for both fighters to approach and meet at the center of the ring.

Both young ladies came to the center of the ring and I could feel the hatred and animosity these two wildcats had for each other. Yuki had always fared well in each of the battles but always managed to come up on the short end of the stick. Jenny had always won and managed to hurt Yuki badly in each, but Yuki always seemed to get the best of her in one way or another. I knew that Jen was not too happy with what happened a few weeks back when their mothers fought inside the arena. Jen was taken advantage of with no means of defending herself, and she was seething with the thought of gaining some revenge. Both young, healthy women stood facing each other as I reminded them of what was at stake. “Ladies, you will be fighting within the confines of this 16x16 foot ring as well as outside, as this will be a no holds barred fight. Any and all holds are considered legal; this being an anything goes catfight. The only requirement that I ask is that you will need to slide your hands and fingers into these four ounce padded gloves that I had specially made for extreme matches of these kind.” The looks upon their faces were priceless when I pulled out these black padded, fingerless gloves. “I'm sorry girls, but I felt that the last time you all fought, hands and fists were getting damaged as well as your faces and I wanted to do whatever I could to prevent it this time around.” I handed each their set of gloves and watched them as they slid them onto their hands. Both of these young teens were wearing their nails long and primed for damage, naturally painted to match their colorful bikini bottoms. I watched as each moved their fingers vigorously, checking to see if they were going to have any effect on their fight strategies. I continued, “Girls, there will be no time limit or period of expiration, you will fight until one of you can't continue or if serious bodily harm is imminent. Are there any questions?” Both women acknowledged by shaking their heads from side to side and I asked them to return to their corners and await the bell. I climbed through the ropes and took up a spot standing at ringside, resting my hands on the rings apron. Everyone else took note of this and moved up to ringside also, wanting to get an up close and personal view of what everyone hoped would be the fight of the century. The heat index had the conditions almost inhumanly unbearable, I'm guessing near the 125-degree mark. Both girls worked feverishly at tying their hair up in back while Gerald used his fine crystal glass and tapped on the rim with a spoon. The effect made a loud ting like sound and that was the signal to begin this fight.

Both teenaged beauties moved out from their corners, their skin sufficiently air dried from the sun peaking through at the moment, but their fighting attire was still soaked and clinging to their shapely bodies. Jen's hair was pulled back and was sporting a long ponytail hanging down upon her back. Yuki still had the bangs going in the front, but her shoulder length hair was knotted and positioned on the top of her head. They each moved toward their right, mainly due to their being right handed, clenching and flexing their fingers, still trying to adapt to the padded gloves firmly covering and protecting their knuckles. They both moved with confidence as they bounced upon the spring like surface of the tightly stretched, blue canvas. Suddenly, they stopped moving and lunged at each other, Yuki reaching around and grabbing hold of the ponytail that was swinging from side to side on the back of Jen's head, while Jen reached out placing her hands upon Yuki's neck and throat, using her thumbs to press inward against Yuki's windpipe. They continued to move around in a circular motion, Yuki pulling and yanking Jen's head over towards her left side. As they moved, Jen applied the pressure to Yuki's throat, causing her to cough and gag a bit as they slowly drifted from the rings center. Yuki removed her left hand from the reddish tinted hair of the American beauty and slammed it forward, driving the padded glove into the rib area just beneath Jen's right breast. Jen let out an ooofffing sound as the padded fist landed hard and solid. The blow caused her to let up on her chokehold a bit and Yuki used the mental lapse of judgment to take advantage and fire off another hard left into the American's mid-section. Jen turned loose of the Asian girls throat and started to reach down to cover up her ribs, but it wasn't quick enough as Yuki struck again as she landed a hard left up and into her lower breadbasket. Jen's mouth sprayed out spit and air as she backpedaled wincing from the painful effects of the punches to her mid-section. Yuki turned loose of her hair and kept up the assault, backing her opponent into the corner and firing off a hard right that landed with a thud against the ribs on Jen's left side. Jen let out another oooffffing sound as a look of concern flashed across her face as her back hit the padded turnbuckle. Yuki was the aggressor early and Jen was in need of an offensive. Yuki feinted with the left, forcing Jen to go for the block. Yuki quickly directed an uppercut that slid through the American beauty's defenses and landed on the bottom side of Jen's left breast, the blow knocking her tit upward within the confines of the tight fitting, wet T. Pain flashed across Jen's face once again and we could hear Yuki starting to talk some trash to the hurting American fighter. Quickly deciding she couldn't just stand there and absorb the onslaught of punches that Yuki opened the bout with, Jen lunged forward wrapping her arms around Yuki's and her upper torso and pushed forward out from the corner, backing the Asian Pearl up and knocking her off balance. They both tumbled down onto the blue canvassed surface and scrambled around trying to gain the upper hand. Yuki hit the mat first, landing on her backside, but maneuvered out from beneath Jen's body and quickly wrapped her right arm around Jen's head, gathering her into a side headlock. Jen lay on her side, her head firmly trapped within Yuki's right arm while trying to pry it open enough to slide her head out. Yuki rested on her right side, holding Jen tight within her arm and went to work with her left, grasping at the top of the scalp of the red tinted hair of her hated rival. Both girls worked their legs as they struggled down on the mat, Yuki to maintain her leverage, Jen at trying to position them as a means of escape. Finding no relief from the hold that she was in, Jen rolled slightly over onto her back, reaching up with her right hand and found the front portion of the upper torso of the Asian beauty. She groped and grabbed at the front of the soaked white T, fondling and grasping tightly onto the left breast of the Japanese fighter. Yuki let out a mild groan as she felt the effects of Jen's hand squeezing and crushing upon her breast meat. Yuki squinted her eyes tightly trying to ignore the pain that was shooting through her breast and released her grip upon Jen's hair. Using her now freed left hand, she directed blow after blow down into any part of Jen's face that was exposed, her forehead and right cheek. The blows lacked power but as they continued to rain down upon her, they had to be having some kind of effect on her. Jen briefly turned loose of Yuki's tit and slid her hand up inside the front of the T, latching on and sinking her pink painted nails into Yuki's firm tit flesh. This time it got more than a mild groan as she screamed out and reached down, grabbing at the wrist of the hand crushing her tit. From down below, everyone at ringside was able to hear Jen say “I'm going to rip your fucking tits apart bitch.” Just after the remark, Yuki let out a loud and painful scream as you could see Jen's hand move with purpose downward across her flesh. Yuki too started to seek out with her left hand and located Jen's chest as she attached her hand onto Jen's right tit and started to squeeze. I thought Yuki would have the better of it at this time considering her upper position and the lengthy time she had held Jen's head trapped within the viselike grip of her arm, but she was the one still screaming and hurting the most from the attacks upon her breasts.

Yuki wailed out loudly in pain as she attempted to move backward, away from the hand that was painfully torturing her chest. As she moved backward, Jen managed to roll her over onto her back, still being held in the headlock, but now assuming the upper position. This newfound position offered Jen the use of her left hand and she immediately went on the attack, grabbing and working at undoing the knot of hair on the top of the Asian girls head. She also continued her fierce assault upon Yuki's chest, ripping and tearing at the sensitive flesh of the young girl's tit. The pain was becoming unbearable and you could see the hold that Yuki had held for several minutes start to loosen as Jen was starting to move her head around a bit more freely. Yuki let out another painful scream and Jen's head was finally freed, allowing everyone to finally see her deeply reddened face. Jen took a deep breath, pulled back on the hair of her Asian rival and then lowered her mouth down onto the right breast, chomping down hard onto the wet cottoned T. Yuki screamed out painfully as she kicked and bucked like a wild bronco. Jen was doing her best to maintain this powerful advantage she had gained, but Yuki was fiercely active as she bucked and Jen could neither hold her bite on the right tit, nor her hold on the left tit. Yuki scrambled around on the canvas, still being held by the hair, but managed to pull free from that hold as well as she escaped down beneath the ropes, moving to safety outside the ring. I glanced up into the ring and saw Jen rising up onto her feet, looking a bit weathered and her face still fiercely red, but all and all, still in good shape. The look upon her face told me she was pissed and showed a real determination that she wanted to tear her Asian rival apart. Yuki was down on the padded mats with the rest of us, grimacing and hurting as she groped onto both her breasts, holding them, as she looked downward at them. Both these young women had the firm kind of bodies that men like me fantasize about, firm, healthy, and solid. The fact that they played up to our fantasies by catfighting fiercely for pride, money, and the hatred they had for one another was an added benefit. As battered and humiliated as these two have put each other through, they keep coming back for more. “Bring your skanky ass back inside this ring you slant eyed cunt,” Jen hollered down at her foe as she walked around down outside the ring. Yuki heard her hateful remark and responded my raising her right hand and extending her the middle finger. “I'm going to stick this and a couple of other fingers so far up your ass, you won't shit for a month bitch” she replied. Those of us at ringside tingled with delight at that prospect as we've seen something similar before. A few red spots had seeped through onto the front of Yuki's white T, evidence of the damage that Jen's nails had inflicted upon her left tit. Yuki moved toward the ring, Jen taunting her to get back inside. Yuki reached up grabbing the center rope and used it to pull herself up onto the outer apron of the ring. She began to climb inside the ring when Jen rushed over, grabbing her by the head and pulling her in and throwing her onto the mat. Yuki hit the mat and rolled, quickly bouncing up onto her feet before Jen could press the advantage. Both women were facing each other, both a bit apprehensive and taking up more of a defensive stance, waiting for their chance to make the next move. Jen spotted the blood on the front of Yuki's T, “Aaawwww, did I hurt your poor little titty?” Jen remarked with a whole lot of sarcasm. Yuki's response was to move forward with both fists flying as she took aim at Jen's head and pretty face. Jen blocked the first right and left as she backpedaled away from her wild punching opponent. The third slid through and landed hard upon the left side of Jen's cheek and eye, knocking her backward and bouncing against the ropes. Jen ricocheted off the ropes and back into a left hook that hammered her across the jaw that jolted her head sideways. Yuki followed that with a right that landed solidly upon the nose that dropped Jen down onto the canvas, landing on the seat of her sweet ass. Jen had that “deer in the headlights” look on her face as she shook her head from side to side, trying to clear the cobwebs. Yuki was on her like stink on shit as she moved over grabbing hold of the American girl's hair and used it to pull her up onto her feet. A trickle of blood had started to run down from Jen's left nostril, running down toward her upper lip. Yuki held Jen by the hair with the left hand and delivered three quick, hard rights slamming into the American babe's face. The leather mitts thudded against her beautiful face and some of those in attendance cried out for more. Jen shot back with a right of her own that landed hard and flush against the unprotected chest of the Asian girl, pancaking her left breast flat against the breastbone. Yuki winced painfully as she turned loose of Jen's hair and backed away caressing her left tit. I knew that Yuki was hurting in the chest area; I was assuming that Jen would be keenly aware of this also.

Jen still looked a bit dazed from the shots to her head and the blood started to flow a bit more freely from her left nostril as it ran down upon her lips and chin. Both fighters were bathed with sweat from the action as well as the extreme heat and humidity. Jen wiped away the blood with the back of her hand as she breathed in and out heavily through her opened mouth. Drops of sweat were falling down from Yuki's chin as she cradled her breast in the palm of her hand. Angered by the bloody nose she had received, Jen was the aggressor as she rushed across the ring and went on the attack, throwing her body into Yuki's, sending them both down onto the mat near the ropes. Jen was going for the breasts while Yuki used her arms to pull Jen's head in toward her body and trap her in a front headlock. Yuki lay upon her back, holding the top of Jen's head against the mat, grinding her elbow against Jen's ear. Jen was on her knees, bent over while working her hands beneath the soggy white T and latching on to both of Yuki's breasts. Yuki yelped when she felt Jen's nails dig back into her aching breast flesh, but gritted her teeth to tough it out as she focused on crushing the head of the sweaty and bloodied American. Jen tried to move about on her knees, trying to work her body to the side, but Yuki applied the pressure just a bit more, causing a muffled moan to come from the young women pile. Yuki let out another loud squealing sound as Jen dug and tore at her chest. Yuki released her hold upon Jen's head and reached up from the bottom, grasping and squeezing at the front of Jen's chest. Jen lifted her head upward yelling as she felt Yuki's talons crush her breast meat, squeezing at them through the wet, sweaty T. Blood dripped down from Jen's chin, falling down onto the front of Yuki's top. Yuki was losing the battle of tearing at each other's breasts and she quickly regrouped, grabbing hold of hair on Jen's right side and began pummeling the American beauty's face with hard right fists. One, two, three, four, five. Five hard blows of the leather mitt pounded against Jen's face and she again had that “deer in the headlights” look about her. The punches stunned her little and left her subject to Yuki pulling her over by the hair and quickly taking a position on top of her mid-section. Yuki didn't play; she loaded up and continued to pound her padded fist against the left side of Jen's face. Three more blows landed solidly before Jen could position her arm and hand to fend off the blows. Yuki shifted around, placing her ass and crotch right over the top of Jen's head and sat down hard, her damp, moist panty down onto her bloodied nose and mouth. Jen hoisted her legs into the air, trying to buck the Asian girl off but to no avail. Yuki pounded her right fist downward, slamming it hard into the heaving belly of her trapped foe. Jen reached up with both arms, using them to cover up and protect her belly. Using her upper position to full advantage, Yuki reached down grabbing hold of the front of Jen's panty and pulled, bunching the front of the panty and causing the material to penetrate deep inside the American girl's pussy. A muffled scream came from beneath Yuki's backside as Jen kicked and stomped her feet on the canvas. The hot pink panty split the dark hairs of her pubic patch and disappeared into the moist pinkish flesh of the young girl's womanhood. Yuki yanked and jerked viciously on the panty again causing Jen to wriggle and kick wildly. Suddenly, Yuki let out a loud, screeching yell as she flew off the face of her opponent and rolled around on the canvas screaming and grabbing at the area down between her legs. Jen rolled over a few times until she rolled beneath the ropes and dropped down to the padded area outside the ring. Yuki lay on her back near the rings center, tears filling her dark eyes while she rubbed and held the inner section of her right, upper thigh. I was surprised it had taken so long, but I knew that Jen did the only thing she could've done at that moment and sunk her teeth into whatever part of Yuki she was able to bite. Ten minutes into the bout and it was not a disappointment in the least.

Both young fighters were down, Jen trying to refocus and gather her wits about her as she struggled down on the padded area outside the ring, blood running down from her nose. Yuki writhed in pain as she cried from the painful feelings of Jen biting into her leg flesh. She too was bleeding, but her blood leaked out from her breast. The sun overhead disappeared as a huge dark cloud started to move in, looking very much like it was bringing some rain with it. Both girls started to lift themselves up, Jen's teeth marks very visible upon the upper inside of Yuki's thigh. Jen used the backside of her left hand and mitt to wipe the flow of blood that streamed down from her left nostril. She used the right to remove the pink panty from the crevice of her pussy and resituate properly upon her crotch. The left side of her face looked puffy from the hard punches that Yuki had landed earlier. The heavens let loose as rain began to fall heavily down upon us, the large raindrops hitting and splashing everywhere. A few of us hurried over to the poolside tables and removed the large umbrellas from the tables. We all crowded beneath the four umbrellas to protect us from the rain and watched intently as Jen fought the raindrops to crawl back up into the ring. It didn't take long for the rain to thoroughly soak the girls and we could see that the heavy downpour was going to be a problem as it ran down into the eyes of the combatants, making their vision a bit more difficult. Jen moved across the ring and threw a roundhouse right that Yuki easily knocked aside with her left and countered with a right, landing solidly into Jen's mid-section. Jen woofed out loudly while bending over and sinking down onto her right knee. Yuki raised her knee, driving it up into Jen's face as her head was hung downward toward the mat. Yuki's knee exploded upward, driving Jen over backward onto the rain soaked blue canvas. Jen rolled over onto her right side, her mouth now covered and full with blood. Yuki reached down grabbing hold of the soaked, dripping hair of the bloodied American and pulled her up into a kneeling position. She lifted her knee and drove it against the face of her hated rival and sent her sprawling over backward to the mat. Jen lay face down on the mat, struggling to lift herself up while spitting blood onto the mat. Yuki stalked around her struggling foe before reaching down grabbing another fistful of hair. Pulling her upward, Jen lunged forward wrapping her arms around the thighs of the Asian girl and pushed forward, knocking her off balance and tumbling over backward. Yuki hit the mat with her very bloody opponent on top. Jen moved quickly on top of her, lowering her mouth down onto the thoroughly soaked T and bit down hard into the right breast of the Japanese girl. Yuki screamed out in a hellish manner as she kicked and bucked around wildly, her lower body landing and splashing in the puddles within the ring. Yuki tried to rip Jen's head from her tit, but Jen was desperate and not about to turn loose as she tore into the shirt and tit. Yuki pushed herself backward, sliding along the rough but wet surface, moving upon her back, Jen crawling along with her, maintaining her powerful bite. Yuki started to go beneath the bottom rope before Jen lifted her bloody face up off the Asian girls tit. As Yuki continued to move forward, Jen grabbed hold of the front waistband of the panty and held her there, preventing her from falling over the edge of the ring. Jen pulled back her right fist and sent it solidly between the kicking legs of her foe, the punch landing with a solid sounding thump. Yuki let out a low moaning sound as the punch landed into the lower regions of her crotch. Jen drew back her fist and hammered her again between the thighs, again forcing a painful moan to pass across her lips. Yuki continued to push upon her feet, the material of her panty pulling away from the fingers clutching at them while allowing her to fall hard down onto the padded area down outside the ring. Jen crawled through the ropes out to the apron of the ring. She looked down upon her partially undressed foe, her panty having fallen enough to reveal her dark, hairy bush. Jen leapt down from the rings apron, driving her knee down hard into the pit of the Asian girls belly. Yuki let out an ooomphing sound as she doubled up and rolled over onto her side. Blood, sweat and rain fell from the sopping wet American girl as she sidled up to her downed opponent and grabbed hold of her hair and lifted her upward onto her feet. Holding her by the back of the hair, she directed her head forward and rammed it hard against the corner post of the ring, causing Yuki to collapse downward like a bag of rocks. Jen's belly was heaving in and out as she bent over to grab her dazed opponent by the hair and pull her upward again. Holding her by the hair, Jen drove her head forward again, smashing her forehead against the corner post. Yuki hit the post with a thud and crashed down onto the padded flooring outside the ring. Blood flowed down from her hairline, running down toward her eyes and nose. She now had the deer like look as she lay on her right side, propped up slightly as she rested upon her right elbow. Jen ran the back of her left arm across her nose and mouth, clearing away some of the blood that covered the lower portion of her face. This fight was turning out to be even more than we had hoped for.

The heavy rains started to slow to a sprinkle with the look of sunshine beginning to return. Jen wiped away the blood and reached down grabbing her hated Japanese rival by the hair and pulled, leading her along on all fours as she crawled across the padded mats. Jen stopped and turned, taking aim with her right foot as she directed it up towards the Yuki's mid-section. Yuki let out a painful moan as she felt the force of Jen's foot pound upward into her ribs, just beneath her right breast. She stumbled upon her knees until she collapsed downward onto her belly. Jen yanked her by the hair and dragged her a few more feet before Yuki managed to rise up onto her hands and knees. Again, Jen paused and punted her foot upward, thumping it hard into the rib cage area of the bloodied Asian. The rains had completely stopped and the sun now beamed down on the fighters as they moved closer and closer towards the pool. We closed the umbrellas and moved toward the action, figuring that it was headed into the water. Jen drove her foot forward again, this time slamming it up into the breast and flattening it hard against the moaning Asian's chest. Yuki collapsed down onto her side, holding her breast, her eyes filled with tears. Blood dotted the blue matting along the path that they followed. Jen yanked hard upon the hair and pulled her over to the edge of the pool. Using her foot again, she punted upward into her opponent's mid-section one more time and sent her flopping over sideways and splashing down into the water. Yuki hit the water and immediately headed toward the bottom where she kicked and flopped around, trying to elevate back to the surface. The water was about five feet deep in the section she fell in, so she was in no immediate danger as she began to surface. Jen jumped in on top of her as she broke through to the top, thrusting forward and driving her elbow up against her left cheek. Yuki's head was snapped sideways as she again was headed down below the surface of the water. Jen lunged toward her, reaching for and grabbing hold of her hair on both sides of the head near the ears. She pulled her up out of the water, then shoved her back beneath and held her there, almost looking as if she were attempting to drown her. Yuki's arms flailed around wildly, fearing that she was in severe trouble. Fighting and fearing for her life, she managed to surface and immediately gasped deeply for some air before Jen dunked her beneath the surface and struggled to hold her under. Jen yelped out sharply as Yuki's hand found the front of Jen's bikini bottom and clamped on hard, pinching at the hair covered mound of flesh beneath the material. Yuki emerged from beneath the water and took another deep breath while maintaining her death grip on the front of Jen's pink bottom. Jen squealed again while swinging her right fist forward, pounding it against the side of Yuki's head. Yuki jumped forward onto Jen, wrapping her legs around her and sinking her teeth into Jen's right shoulder. Jen let out a painful howl before stumbling backward and taking both bleeding, sopping wet fighters beneath the surface. Yuki came up first, her hands reaching around below her, grabbing for any part of Jen that she could locate. Jen came back up gasping for air and Yuki leaped at her again, this time grabbing hold of hair on the back of her head and pulling her over backward. They were now in water that was about four and half feet deep and Jen's head was pulled backward and hanging just above the water. Yuki bent her head down and chomped hard at the left breast, which was easily visible through the thoroughly soaked T. Jen screamed out painfully as she backpedaled further and further into the shallower waters. Yuki lifted her head up off the breast and grabbed two fists full of hair and pulled her down below the surface, grunting and screaming as she held her there for several seconds. Jen emerged briefly, gasping for air before being forced back under, again being held there for a prolonged period of time. Once again, she popped up just for a second or two before she was forced back toward the bottom of the pool. Ten, eleven, twelve seconds Yuki held her there before yanking her upward by the hair, allowing her to come to the top where Jen coughed and gagged from the water she had swallowed and inhaled in through her nose. Yuki held her by the hair with the left hand and measured her with the right, then slammed her balled up fist hard against the left eye and cheek. Jen continued to cough up water while Yuki pounded her with the fist again. Jen's head snapped toward her right and Yuki pushed her downward, sending her below the surface of the water once again. Yuki stood there grunting and gritting her teeth as she held the struggling American girl under the water against her will. Yuki pulled her back upward and Jen looked like she had probably had enough. Yuki looked to be a bit worn also as she breathed in and out, taking in long, deep breaths. Jen reached for the side of the pool holding onto the edge with both hands as she continued to cough and gasp for air, all the while dripping blood onto the edge. Yuki climbed out of the water and sat on the edge, still breathing in and out very heavily. Blood still ran down upon her face from cut in her hairline, running along the inside of her eye socket and down her nose. Jen bent forward, resting her head on the tiled surface outside the pool, looking beaten and drained. Yuki looked over at her, took another deep breath, then managed to utter out “Now, I'm going to make you pay cunt.”

Yuki crawled upon her hands and knees and reached down grabbing Jen by the hair and pulled her out of the water and onto the tiled surface of the pool deck. Jen flopped up on the deck like a limp fish. Yuki placed her knee on the back of Jen's neck and reached down with her right hand, running her hand across Jen's perfectly formed ass and down between her thighs. Jen let out a groan as she felt Yuki's sharp talons press inward towards her pussy. Yuki wasn't after her puss, at least not yet as she bunched the panty together exposing the beautiful teens buns. Leaning down toward the exposed buttocks, Yuki used her left hand to separate the butt cheeks and went to work, forcing her middle finger deep inside the American girl's anus. Jenny moaned out loud while pulling up her right leg, trying to push forward with her knee. She wasn't going anywhere as her Japanese rival held her in place with the knee while plunging and raking at the inner cavity of Jen's ass. Yuki pulled her finger out, then inserted it again, this time along with the index finger as she shoved two fingers deep inside the moaning girls ass. She thrust her fingers hard and deep, digging as far as she could before slowly removing them while tearing at the inner canal with her nails. Jen looked to be writhing it total agony as she flopped around on the deck, trying to crawl forward and crying. Yuki went with a three-fingered thrust, forcing her anus to stretch wide, causing Jen to scream out in agony. Over and over again, she raped the young teen's ass, driving her fingers hard and deep, then slowly ripping them outward, scratching and clawing at the inner tissue of the rectum. Jen was in tears as she cried out in painful agony, suffering miserably as Yuki forcibly rammed them hard and deep into the dark anal hole of her hated rival. Jen slapped at the leg of Yuki, hitting her weakly, not near hard enough to do any damage. Jen screamed out her submission tearfully, but Yuki ignored and jammed her fingers back inside the rectum of the crying teen. “I give, I give, oh please stop you fucking cunt, stop” Jen cried out as Yuki continued to ravage the young girls ass. Yuki rammed her fingers deep again, only this time as her fingers tore there way out, Yuki's fingers were covered with blood. I looked at Gerald for an opinion, but he just nodded and said there was nothing to be concerned about. Yuki saw the blood on her fingers and it only seemed to spur her on, motivating her to rip at the anus of the crying teen even harder. Jen's ass was hunched upward, pinching onto Yuki's fingers, trying to force her to stop, but she thrust and pulled out, tearing tender tissue along the way. Yuki worked her fingers deep inside Jen's ass nearly fifteen times before she finally pulled her fingers out and held them aloft for everyone to see. Blood covered the tips of the fingers and ran down towards the padded mitt. Yuki stood up and grabbed hold of Jen's hair, lifting her onto her knees and held her head aloft, forcing her to look up towards the bright, hot sun. Yuki drew back her right arm and drove her fist hard into the eye and nose of the badly battered teen. One, two, three times she punched her in the face, before allowing her tired, limp body to crash down onto the tiled deck. Yuki bent over grabbing hold of the hair and this time she forced the bloodied fighter to crawl across the pool deck surface on her hands and knees. Jen followed along, blood dotting the surface below her, first the hard tile, then the thick padding as they headed back towards the ring. Yuki lifted her upward by the hair, pulling her onto her feet and spun her around, forcing her back against the edge of the ring, placing her arms extended outward along the rings apron. Yuki drilled her in the face with a hard right that snapped the bloodied teens head back toward the canvas. Jen really looked to be totally out of it, nearly unconscious as she tried to slump downward towards the padded mat. Yuki held her against the rings edge, holding her upright and used her thigh to wedge her legs open just a bit. Holding her thigh steady, she lifted her leg upward, crushing it upward into the soaked, hot pink panty of the American teen. She landed mainly with the thigh so it didn't do much damage, but she wasn't going to let that deter her from doing it again. Using her thigh to widen the opening, Yuki stepped back just a little and then drove her knee upward, this time crushing her kneecap hard into the lip area of Jen's pussy. Jen let out a quick, loud grunting sound as the knee exploded up between her thighs. Yuki lifted her knee again, connecting with an audible thump as it pounded her pelvic region. Yuki lifted her knee a third, and then a fourth time, each with a thumping jolt that rocked Jen's entire body, and then mercifully allowed her badly bleeding adversary to collapse down to the padded matting where she lay unconscious. Yuki rolled her over onto her back, grabbed her by both ankles and lifted her legs upward, holding an ankle in each hand. “Bitch” she hollered out before stomping the heel of her foot down hard onto the front of the wet, pink panty. “Cunt” she hollered as she stomped down again on the crotch of the unconscious teen. “American Whore” she bellowed while stomping her heel one more time on the defeated, bleeding teen. Yuki dropped her ankles allowing her legs to fall heavily onto the blue padding. Jen lie there not moving, her arms extended out towards the side, legs spread eagled, bleeding from her nose and mouth. What a beautiful picture as Yuki stumbled away, staggered over towards one of the padded pool chairs and plopped down into it where she began to sob uncontrollably.

Gerald moved in quickly and began tending to the badly defeated American fighter. He started waving smelling salts under her nose in order to bring her around. I hurried over toward Yuki, who sat in the chair balled up in the fetal position crying in pain and from mental and physical exhaustion. I knelt down in front of her and gently reached out touching her, wanting to console her. Her body emitted the foul stench of smelly body odor, slightly masked with that of chlorine from the pool. The front of her sopping wet T was stained and soaked with blood, both hers and Jen's as the wet material clung to her badly scratched breasts. I moved over toward the ring, grabbing her silk robe and covered her, while extending my hand toward her arm and guiding her up and out of the chair. The high roller's in attendance offered her congratulatory words as she exited quietly, still whimpering with tears rolling down her cheeks. I glanced over and observed that Gerald had picked up Jen and was carrying her towards the pool house in his arms. I led Yuki into the freezing, air-conditioned pool house and straight to her dressing area. I placed a towel on her face, wiping away the blood and held it firmly to the cut at the edge of her hairline. She held the towel firmly in place and asked that I cover her with a blanket and let her lie down for a little while. I did so, then turned and went to check on Jen and Dr. Gerald. She was sopping wet and shivering as he used a towel to cleanse away the blood and examine her. I watched patiently as he gave her a thorough examination, slowly taking his time as he checked her vitals, especially concentrating at checking her eyes, trying to identify any signs of a concussion. He rubbed a greasy substance on her cut lip and placed some more on the inside of her nose. I didn't see what or how he handled her rectal bleeding. I reminded him that Yuki had a cut in her hairline that he'd need to examine also. He nodded and blurted out “What a fantastic fucking fight!” With those words came the assurance that she would be fine. Her beautiful face was puffed up on the left side from the many punches that Yuki managed to land, so I knew she'd be swollen for a few days minimum. No permanent damage was done although she was going to find some bodily functions uncomfortable for a little while. Jen was alert and talking up a storm as she lay there in her wet, blood covered fighting attire. “Great job out there” I said, followed up with “I thought you really had her until you took the dip into the pool.” “Owww, fucking take it easy on the nose Doc!” she exclaimed as she turned her head away from him. Her agitation and feistiness did nothing to silence her as she continued to talk. “I can't believe I let that slant eyed bitch do this to me.” Before I could say anything to try and cheer her up, she blurted out “Next time I'll rip her tits and pussy to shreds.” A wide smile flashed across my face as I hung on the words, “next time.” I was overjoyed to hear that this defeat in no way had her thinking that she didn't want to face her anymore. “You made quite a few bucks out there today, how's that make you feel?” I inquired. “I don't give a fuck about the damned money, it's about winning and losing, and I lost!” she exclaimed. “That's two times in a row that she's gotten the best of me and I'm not going to put up with it.” Gerald stood up smiling and uttering the words under his breath, “She's OK, you think?” as he walked away to go check on Yuki. I knelt down beside her, rubbing my hand across her forehead and into her wet, tangled hair. “You don't have to fight her again on our account, we know you're one tough, young babe and these bouts have to be hard on you” I spoke with false intention. Her response was quick and sharp, “I hate that fucking slant eyed cunt, I hate her and I'd fight her seven days a week if I could, just to hurt her fucking ass.” I stood and looked down on her as she lay there, slightly turned on her side. “Rest up a bit and I'll check back in on you later. We'll see if we can't get something worked out with Yuki and this high priced crowd. I think they'd pay a higher price to see a sequel to this bout. You're still my little champion” as I patted her on the head and exited out through the door. It was a virtual steam bath outdoors and the select crowd was very much talking about the vicious fight they had just witnessed. They immediately turned their attention towards me, as they were genuinely concerned about the welfare of the two girls. “They are both going to be fine, no serious, permanent damage done to either,” I said. I continued, “Boys, how much would it be worth to you if I can arrange for these two to battle it out one more time?” The look on their faces, “priceless.”

To Be Continued…..