Black Day for Heather by Shelfside

Three months had passed since Sue's debut and she'd had 2 fights since and was becoming a crowd favourite, although her technical skills were unlikely to improve to any great lengths, her stamina and willingness to inflict pain on her opponents was becoming apparent, she adored the limelight and the competition, not to mention the cash. Her injured eye was the worst injury she had received and she was getting more and more cocky in the ring, playing to the crowd by baring her chest, even sliding her hand down her panties and playing with herself in her last fight. Debbie had kept a close eye on Sue and was trying to persuade her to sign a long term contract to fight for the TCP for a year, Sue would have none of it and told her she was willing to fight on a match by match basis or not at all, knowing full well that another league would be only too happy to secure her signature, she had good reason to feel confident as another promotion had contacted her but she politely declined their offer for now saying that she'd see how things went with her current employer. She had quit her full time job doing some part-time work for them if and when she was available. Sue had taken to catfighting like a duck to water and I was still puzzled how this once quiet and least violent of women had become the fighter she was, I'd always known of her tendency to flirt a little, but this was something I could never had imagined.

On a personal note, Sue and I had got back together but we agreed not for me to move back in as we'd only end up arguing, we were best taking it slowly and things were going really well but as things were going so well I was wondering when it would all go tits up as things usually do when I hit a purple patch, someone or something is bound to come along and piss on my strawberries. We had arranged to go out for a meal on this particular Saturday and I was half asleep on my sofa watching the football results come in when I was woken by a loud knock on my door, I opened it to find Sue, she marched passed me muttering “fucking cow” repeatedly. I sat her down and asked her what was wrong, she told me she had got a call from Debbie earlier in the morning and asked her to go round and discuss something, thinking it was going to be another chat about a yearly contract she went without disturbing me, knowing that I work nights. When she got there she was told that Heather was back on the scene and looking for a rematch, both women had thought Sue had done enough to deter Heather from going anywhere near the events but it would appear they had underestimated her stomach for a fight. Sue said she'd fight her again but this time on her terms, a) the fight would be the top fight on the card, b) same as before, no rules, and c) after consultation with me Sue got to name the stipulations. Debbie said she had no problem with ‘a' and ‘b' but would have to ask Heather about ‘c'. Guessing Heather would agree to any kind of fight she said she'd wait, Debbie rang Heathers cell phone and ran it passed her, after a few seconds Debbie put the phone down and said it was a done deal and that Heather had promised to get revenge and looked forward to tearing her to bits in front of the crowd and stripping her naked, parading her around the crowd in whatever way she deemed fit and letting anyone who felt like it touch her or even fuck her adding that she'd be an unconscious bloody mess and wouldn't even know about. I now understood Sue's anger but she seemed to have calmed down a bit now she'd got it off her ample chest.

That evening we spent the entire meal discussing what Sue's stipulations should be, after an hour or so I realized that Sue had said it to Debbie on a whim, so, to cut a long story short we agreed upon playing into Heather's hands and let the winner parade the loser around the crowd and be used as the victorious one sees fit. The fight was arranged for two weeks to the day and I personally couldn't wait. Sue once again insisted I wouldn't see her ring wear until she entered the ring, later on in the evening after a few too many vodkas Sue let it slip that she'd discovered my stash of femme fight magazines when we were married and even a few videos she'd watched, she went on to say that far from being shocked and disgusted she found it quite a turn on. As my jaw hit the floor she placed a reassuring hand on mine and said “Let's wake the neighbours”. It all made sense now, how she knew so much and her seemingly effortless transition into a pro catfighter,I was more than happy, so happy I nearly proposed to her again,nah,I wasn't THAT happy.

The usual routine 2 weeks prior to a fight consisted of heavy training for the first week and winding down and light training in the week before the fight. The night of the fight had a different feel to it though, Sue didn't want to see any of the undercard and so we left a lot later, arriving at Sue's preferred 30 minutes before the fight, we were greeted by Debbie at the back entrance and she showed us to the dressing room, dumping the holdall on the floor I kissed her and wished her luck and to beat the shit out of her as I didn't want to see her being defiled by the crowd, telling me not worry she ushered me out the room and started to get ready. I made my way to the ringside seat by Tony, I sat down to watch the latter stages of the penultimate fight of the evening. Two blondes were battling away both were bleeding quite heavily from wounds to the face and head both topless and dripping with sweat, I guess they were in their early twenties, one was slightly taller than the other and it was she that would gain the victory. I asked Tony if I'd missed a good card, he nodded telling me each fight had got more violent than the last and the first one was pretty good. Gail asked me how Sue was and I told her that she was nervous but confident. Blood splattered in front of me as the smaller girls head was hammered with a haymaker heralding the count…. 13,14,15, she could have counted to a hundred and the bloody blonde still wouldn't have got up. The winner, who I was later to found out was called Sam, was parading round the clothes strewn ring shaking her tits and blowing kisses to the crowd, her face was a mess but she didn't seem to care. I assume there was some history between the two because while the medical staff were trying to bring her opponent round she went over to the crumpled heap and started yelling things like “bet you wished you hadn't agreed to this match bitch” and “fucking whore,now you'll stay away from him” I think it fell on deaf ears as the downed fighter was only just regaining her senses, Sam slid out from under the bottom rope and went back to her dressing room, eventually able to stand, her opponent was helped back to her room.

The MC entered the ring as the lights dimmed, the mini skirted woman announced “ The last fight of night Ladies and Gentlemen is a special stipulation, the loser will be forced to perform any act, deviant or otherwise with one or maybe more of you lucky people” she paused for a second to wait for the cheers to die down, “I'm sure you're all aware of the history between these women so lets get the first lady out, she is 130lb,5' 6'' and one loss to her name she is HEATHER” entering from the opposite side from where I sat I watched her walk toward the ring via the big screen above the ring, she didn't have the swagger of her last entrance and was dressed in a long black robe that dragged along the grimy floor, her hair was longer than the last time I saw her and she had lost weight from her face too, she walked passed me on her way to the steps and never said anything this time her swagger had gone only to be replaced with a more focused look on her face, as she climbed through the ropes I got a sneak preview of her fighting attire, a glimpse of black nylon and red strappy 4” heels, she moved around the ring slowly unbuttoning her robe, when she eventually slid it off her shoulders she looked amazing, her brown hair had blonde streaks put in and her body seemed much more taught ,she chose to wear a black bra and panty combo, black suspender belt with little red hearts above the straps and black sheer stockings her face was painted like a whore again but not quite as much eye shadow, any scarring she got from her last fight was hidden under the make up and she was looking more confident as the crowds cheers reached its peak. “And now, standing 5'5” and 125lbs, SUE”. She emerged from behind the curtain and as she was coming from behind me the screen proved a useful option, looking more relaxed than her previous entrances Sue had a long white silky robe on tied with a blue sash round her waist, it too dragged along the dirty floor , she was looking into the crowd to her right and left like she was looking for someone, then halfway down she beckoned over a big black guy he walked over to the security rail and Sue craned her neck to whisper something in his ear, he nodded and then she whispered something else and gently rubbed his crotch, with a cheeky look on her face she continued her leisurely stroll to the ring. Tony looked at me with ‘what was all that about?' on his face' I could only muster “Fucked if I know mate, but it better be good”. As she walked passed me she turned to me and winked, smiled and mouthed out “trust me” I didn't know if it was a statement or a question such was the glint in her eyes. Making her way up the steps she paused on the apron, untied the sash and let her robe fall off her shoulders, lowering her right hand to her crotch she squeezed it hard and lifted her hand to her nose and put on an exaggerated face of disgust, still facing the crowd she cupped her breasts with both hands and pointed her arse at Heather and wiggled it, Sue was dressed in exactly the same white cotton lace bra and panties and the same dark tan pantyhose that she fought Heather in the first time, she had different footwear on though and opted for black leather 4” stiletto heeled boots that stopped just short of her knees, then her face became more business like and she turned to enter the ring, as she was halfway through the top and middle ropes Heather charged across and pulled her into the ring by the hair, keeping hold of her hair she dragged her around the ring, the bell rang, her bra getting pulled along the canvas forced the material to come over the top of her large orbs Sue was screaming her lungs out, a clump of Sue's hair came off and bored with her hair pulling Heather let go, she didn't let up for long though and as Sue got to her knees she sat on her back forcing Sue back in a prone position she pulled her head back by the hair with her left and smashed Sue's face with her right, bucking around and trying to use her strength to stand up Sue managed to displace the brunette after Heather had only put 3 shots into Sue's right cheek. Both women scrambled to their feet but Heather was the first to be upright, she took one pace forward planted her hands in my ex wife's hair dragged her head forward and raised her left knee up with a force hitting Sue on her cheek and nose, she fell to the floor face down and was clearly in trouble, Sue's breathing was laboured as she tried to get up and the right hand side of her face was red and puffy, her right nostril was dripping blood and at this point in time I feared the worse for her. Heather was in no great hurry to continue and started mouthing off at her downed opponent “stupid slut, you got lucky the last time, I'm gonna make you wish you never turned up tonight, you ugly fat slag” Sue by this time had managed to get on all fours and could see Heather's feet in front of her and then heard her say “I wonder how much jizz and old bitch like you can swall…..” cut short Heather's chin had been head butted with the back of Sue's head, she'd obviously got too close and Sue snapped her head back making contact with the brunettes jaw, Sue leapt up and went toward Heather she unloaded a left and a right combination to her jaw and as Heather put her arms up to defend herself Sue started unloading on her ribs and bread basket, knowing this was tiring her out(she hadn't trained to box) Sue stopped the punching and quickly applied a headlock but I don't think she quite knew what to do next as she lead her foe around the ring, Heather did though and as Sue was in mid stride got her hand in between Sue's legs and tugged at the dark gusset area, her nails done a quick job and soon she only had the panties to get past, a howl of pain told the crowd she'd succeeded as she clawed at Sue's womanhood, releasing her head she grabbed her streaked hair with her right but Heather still had hold of Sue's vulnerable bits and had a vice like grip on her, Sue's face was contorted in agony as her foes nails scratched and mauled, Sue released her hair and as Heather stood face to face with my ex Sue unloaded a head butt that caught her on the bridge of the nose, Heather blinked and let go of Sue's tender crotch, a gash opened up almost instantly and blood oozed out of the wound, Heather took one step back then fell backwards to the canvas her arms draped over the bottom rope her head also propped up by it. The crowd was going nuts, some, including me, urging Sue on to finish her off, other willing Heather to gather her senses. In the ring Sue was holding her damaged crotch, tears had began to well up and she looked in a great deal of pain. Heather had not been KO'd for long, about 3 seconds, but was finding it difficult to get her head off the rope and it was Sue that made the first move after the short break; replacing her breasts in her bra she wiped the blood from her nose and set about finishing off the semi-conscious brunette, standing astride her she picked Heathers head up by her hair and punched her hard by her eye, releasing Heather she dragged her forward by the feet until her head and shoulders were clear of the ropes, looking at her crying opponent seemed to spur her on and a twinkle returned to her damp eyes, Sue adjusted her panties back to where they was and blood had formed on the white cotton lace material by the time she sat on the ring apron on her way out of the ring. Heather was trying to get her head off the ring floor when she was jerked back by the hair under the bottom rope, with her legs and waist still in the ring and her upper body on the apron Sue yelled in her face “Lets see them saggy tits” pushing her head forward so she was upright from the waist Sue held the palm of her hand on the back of Heathers head and yanked at the back of the bra with her right, eventually popping under the force the cups lay on Heathers big tits until Sue pulled her back by the hair and unceremoniously pulled her to the dirty concrete floor, not releasing her grip on the brunettes hair she dragged her round the first corner and let her head fall to the floor, both women were bleeding quite a bit and Sue's eye was becoming a bit of a problem to her, Heathers problems had only just began though as the blonde hellcat picked her up under the armpits and draped her over the security rail, with her head facing the cheering crowd and her arms over the rail Sue yanked her black panties off down to her knees, scrambling over the security rail and in amongst the crowd Sue bent down pushing her panythosed backside only a few inches from one lucky fans face, resting her arm on Heathers shoulder she tugged the back of her hair back and stared into the semi-conscious womans eyes and screamed “Lets face it you slut, you've lost…again, and remember you called the fight and the penalty, I was gonna let you off with just a good hiding but your snivelling shit ugly face has made me glad I made other arrangements” still holding on to the hair Sue stood up, turned and motioned for the big black guy with her index finger, as he made his way to the women Sue checked on her prey “Awwww” she mocked “don't crash out now, you'll miss the best bit” and slapped her face from side to side with her palm and backhand “You know what to do don't you?” Sue said to the guy, nodding he unzipped his fly and produced his rock hard cock he then positioned Heather so he was comfortable, parting the cheeks of her arse and with no warning or fuss rammed his 12” of meat straight up Heathers unprepared backside, her scream was audible above the roar of the crowd and he carried on for about 30 seconds while Sue kept hold of her hair. I don't know if it was the pain, shock or the beating she had just received but Heather was virtually motionless throughout her sodomization. Just before he stopped he nodded at Sue, she let go of her hair and jumped over the metal rail, Heather was by now in a sorry state, crying, bloody, bruised and battered, her arse was probably feeling like someone had driven a train up it and now, through glazed eyes she could see the woman she picked a fight with in front of her about to orchestrate another humiliation, having rolled her round so she was now sitting with her backside on the floor and her back against the rail Sue gave the nod to the guy, he stepped forward and after a few pulls expertly fired his load on the bloody face of the semi-conscious brunette, once he squeezed the last drop out of his dick he put his old chap back inside his pants, zipped himself up and left the arena.

Sue stood over her defeated opponent with her hands on her hips, “That's it bitch, its over, now take my advice and fuck off coz if I ever see you again I'll fuckin kill you, Got it?” Heather half acknowledged her with a blink and a nod, Sue showed her disdain for her beaten foe by spitting in her face and a swift kick between the wide open legs of the acutely embarrassed woman, her spit blending in with the blood, sweat and tears. Sue turned and walked to the dressing room grabbing her robe off the ring apron on her way. The crowd was going absolutely wild and with good reason, I on the other hand was sat wide eyed with my jaw on the floor, I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Eager to see Sue I left my seat and joined her in her dressing room shutting the door behind me. “What the fuck was all that about?” I asked “Oh just something me and Gail cooked up, went down well I thought” she said with a degree of understatement, “Yeah it did, are you ok?” I enquired “I'll be fine but we wont be shagging for a few days, the cow has given my clout a right good going over” she parted her legs and pulled her bloodstained panties aside showing me the damaged those few seconds of mauling Heather had inflicted, “Fuck me!!, it looks like a butchers shop window”. Her face wasn't the prettiest site I've seen but I didn't say anything about it and asked her where she found the black guy she said Gail knew him from her stripping days adding that she found out that Heather was a racist and this was the most demeaning thing that could happen to her. A rap on the door and in marched Debbie holding a thick padded envelope handing it to Sue she congratulated her telling her that there was a bonus for the show she put on and the fact that Heather wouldn't dare show up after that humiliation, when Debbie said “That'll be a hard act to follow” Sue looked up at her and replied “Oh, I'm sure we'll come up with something”