Chapter 3: The CatBar: Catterday Night 2
The week flies by, Monday at noon Tara puts the tickets for Saturday’s show on sale, by one pm we were sold out both in the club and on the patio for viewings. Tuesday both the gloves and medical kits and supplies arrive. Wednesday the bar is closed, I spent most of the day on the Catpin website trying to learn as much as I can. Thursday Sarah started working, but with her broken arm, I ended up carrying all of her trays to the tables.
Friday I was surprised to find some of the women fighting tomorrow, where in the crowd tonight. Some I found out had made long drives and wanted to get in early to be able to rest up for tomorrow night. Irene is a Chinese woman that looks to be barely five foot tall, and very petite. Her husband is well over six feet tall and not small, they appear a real odd couple. Irene is actually from China, and they met while he was in China working for an American company and Irene worked for the same company.
Irene was excited to do the fight, she had more than a dozen so far, but had trouble finding opponents of her stature. After talking to Wendy, who was waiting on them, Irene was nearly giddy with the idea of making an entrance tomorrow night, and Wendy took her to show Irene the “Locker Room”.
I was in the back when Steph arrived with two other women, Steph introduced her two companions, “Hey Boss, this is Krista,” she motions towards a small white girl with long straight brunette hair.
The new girl waves saying, “Hi”
I nod, “Hello, Krista.”
Steph continues, “And this is X-ray girl.”
X-ray Girl is a young Asian woman, she’s very similar in height and build to Tara or Gwen, she extends her hand, “I’m an X-ray tech now, but I worked as a paramedic for a few years. I can handle anything we’ll see here.”
I took the hand, I figured this was the rest of my medical staff. X-ray Girl must think it’s some kind of interview. “Nice to meet you, um X-ray Girl?”
The Asian girl smiles, “It’s my Catpin name, I’d rather not give my real name, if that’s okay?”
I chuckle, “Sure, so you guys are the medical team? Is there anything you guys need?”
Steph shakes her head, “Tara has hooked us up, got even more stuff than I told her to get. I’m going to show them around. Tara even set up a couple of examination areas for us.”
I laugh, “Yeah, I had to go pick up the examination tables. You know where they are?”
Steph nods, “I was over yesterday, Tara showed me everything. Krista and X-ray are going to cover this week since I’m fighting. They will be fighting too, but we’ll make sure one of us is always available to work as the nurse.” ‘
I give the trio a small bow, “Nice to meet you two, let me know if you need anything.”
Steph waves as she walks away, “Tara has go Tit.”
Looking back I wonder if Steph just said what she did. Heading back out into the club the place is still crowded, and I see a large pack of women standing together, at the bar. Gwen and Sarah are bartenders tonight, Sarah being able to pour beers with her good hand and that free’s Gwen to make the mixed drinks. The women I realize are some that fought last week and others that will fight this week.
Gwen said, “I didn’t expect the rush of the entrance. I was crazy hearing everyone cheer when I came out and just walked to the cage. I could kind of hear them during the fight too, but there were times I couldn’t hear anything, except her moans and groans.”
Gwen had probably had the most dominant win the first week, so she was only bragging a little.
Wendy jumps in, “I got chills, I’ve been in a lot of fights, and that made it feel like my first.”
Before I can listen any more to the Catpin conversation going on Cass comes up with a young woman standing close to her. Cass keeping her voice down but making sure I can hear her says, “This girl just ordered a Bus Ride.”
I look over and signal to Brett, something that Tara thought of or brought to me when she was still a waitress. There is a sign in the ladies room stalls that let women know if they ever need us to get them out of any situation with a guy. All they have to do is go to one of the staff and order a Bus Ride.
I look at the young woman, she seems calm, I ask Cass, “How does she want it?”
We have 3 code words for the Bus Ride. NEAT: The lady only wants an escort to her car. STRAIGHT UP: She needs a ride. And ON THE ROCKS: Call the cops. Cass answers, “Neat”
The girl, an attractive blonde, says, “It's the first date, and he’s pushing for me to sign up to fight here.”
I just nod and ask Cass, “You know the guy.”
She nods that she does, Brett now standing beside us asks, “What’s up?”
I look at the girl. “Take,” She fills in her name, “Alice”
“Take Alice out to her car, make sure she gets off safely.”
Brett tilts his chin, not the first time he’s played escort. I turn to Cass and she leads me over to the young man, He’s just sitting at one of the tables, I see him glance towards the restrooms a couple times. He looks confused when he sees me standing across the table from him, “Alice has left, I suggest you finish your beer and then leave. For the future, only women that want to get into the cage will ever be allowed to fight here. No one will ever be coerced into the cage.”
He starts to say something, but it’s Cass that cuts him off, “Listen asshole! Dicks like you aren’t going to ruin this for us. Pay your bill and get out.”
This catches the dude off guard and he just stands and starts for the door, but Cass yells, “Pay your bill!”
He turns around and takes the slip Cass holds out now, and gives Cass the money. She snarls, “I’m keeping the change right?”
He just turns and walks for the door. The other bouncers hold him up until Brett re-enters the club and gives the okay for the guy to leave.
The rest of the night is less eventful, though towards the end of the night the guys show up to set up the cage, which gets a big cheer from those still in the club. Tara gathers some of the fighters that will be going against each other and gets them to pose for pre-fight photos. I see Irene matched up with a Blonde I went to school with Misty. Misty is a pretty blonde, the two are opposites in many ways, and identical in many.
There are a pair of bigger women that stand glaring at each other, before the picture is taken they are pressing breast to breast. I worry the fight might start now, but when Tara tells them she has the photo they back off, but neither seems freindly. A few more pairs get photos, Tara has a plan to post them on the website to drive interest.
Then it’s time for the last call, most start heading for the door. I’m a little worried as some of the husbands/boyfriends of the ladies are getting loud and just a little rowdy. Before anything can happen though, Brett and his team are there and convince them to wait for tomorrow night.
The crew start cleaning and Tara and I head to the office, Tara on the computer runs the numbers for tonight. I sit thinking for a moment, “Tara, tomorrow before the show I want you to make an announcement, a warning for the husbands and boyfriends to behave basically. Any one that causes an issue will be banned and so will their fighter.”
Tara leans back from the computer, “That’s a bit harsh, I mean I don’t want any trouble either, but people are going to get excited. The women won’t be able to control them, since they’ll be in the back until their fight and until one of the nurses clears them to come back out. That’s a long time for the guy to be left out in the crowd alone.”
I try not to be insulted, “Are you saying us guys can’t control ourselves?”
Tara shrugs, “Not all of you, they are going to get fired up. I was thinking at some point we’d have couples matches and maybe guys. That might help keep them in line.”
This was something I thought might come up, and it’s only been a week since I even learned about the Catpin, but I’ve made my mind up on this already. It’s not often I order Tara about anything but this I want to make clear, “No Men’s fights ever. As long as we do this here we’re a Catpin bar, women only.”
Tara catches on, but still she asks, “Some will complain, why don’t you want guys to fight here?”
No beating around the bush I answer, “Because, I’m not into that. Since seeing you and the blonde for that brief instant, I’ve been hooked on Catpin. So as long as I own the bar, women only in the cage.”
Tara pauses for a bit, finally she just says, “Okay, sure. I can live with that.”
Tara turns the computer, showing me as she says, “Great night, imagine if we would have had fights tonight.”
I chuckle, I can give her this one, “Okay, announce tomorrow that we’ll be going to Friday and Saturday fights starting next week.”
Tara smiles, she got a win to lessen the loss she felt. The brunette asks, “Ready to see my tits again?”
I laugh, “This time I’ll be prepared, by the way, if you can get that blonde to come back, I’d like to see you kick her ass.”
Tara smiles, “I’ll see what I can do.”
The day is here, Catterday. Fights start at 6pm, we’re opening at three so I get there around one to make sure everything is set. After taking care of the bar stuff, Tara and I sit down to go over the Catpin stuff. I ask, “You have your announcements ready?”
Tara tilts her head, “Yeah, going to look over it one more time, but it’s ready. You’ll have to run everything on the Catpin site, You cool with that.”
It’s not too hard, the fights are already loaded in, I just have to enter the winner, then load the fight video up. Each fight does have its own stipulations and conditions accepted by the fighters. Irene and Misty are fighting in bikinis, and agreed the winner gets the losers bikini, but it will be given over backstage. While others are fighting topless with bottoms going to the winner, in the cage.
At least there aren’t any sexfights, though a few do allow sexual KO’s. The rest of the staff start showing up about an hour before opening, Brett brings his girlfriend Shelly. Shelly is a cute, large chested sandy blonde, Brett didn’t know his girlfriend had been fighting for two years now and had a dozen fights under her belt.
Customers start rolling in as we open, the fighters for tonight are some of the first in the door. Tara takes them to the backstage dressing area. Passing out the MMA gloves, several of them already have pairs of their own. More and more people start showing up, when a loud female voice rings out, “THE QUEEN BITCHES ARE HERE!”
The raven haired woman wearing a skin tight tank top over her DD cups raises her arms, yelling, “Might as well just give us the winners shares now!”
The blonde behind her has long curly hair, she’s more of an athletic build and several inches taller than her louder friend. The brunette continues, “Who’s ass am I kicking tonight?”
If this woman wanted to get under everyone’s skin, she succeeded. I cut off Tara and a few others. Not going to let it escalate, they can deal with her in the cage later. The brunette changes her demeanor as I approach, and oh shit, she starts flirting.
“So are you the one here that needs fucked to get ahead?” She says directly.
I try to keep my face from turning red, “No, I’m the club owner. Are you and your friend scheduled for tonight?”
The blonde steps up putting an arm around the brunette’s shoulders, thankfully cutting off whatever her next comment would be. In a more civil manner she says, “I’m Nancy Saktich, my username is NastyNancyS, and this it Lori Carper, LethalLoriC is her username.”
Checking the sheet, “Yep, Nancy you are our fifth fight, and Lori you're in fight eleventh.”
Lori still looking me up and down, “You know its a law that the owner and clubs best fighter have to fuck, right?”
For a moment I thought some of my staff are going to step in, but quickly I shut Lori down, “This isn’t that kind of club. You’ll get fair fights here, and if you aren’t a problem you’ll get to come back.”
Lori gives me a pouty lip, Nancy pulling her friend along towards the back area says, “That’s great, thanks.”
Tara, Gwen, Wendy and even Sarah are glaring at me, “WHAT!?!”
Tara shakes her head, “It’s not you, it’s her.”
Sarah chimes in, “I want to kick her ass, cast or not.”
Gwen corrects, “We all want to kick her ass.”
“Just make sure it’s in the cage, No drama in the bar. If things become a problem, I will shut down the fights.” I look over the staff.
I get a half-hearted, “Fine” from all of them.
The time is getting close, the bar is full. I walk out on the patio area and it’s full. I see Tara has gone ahead and added a section out in the grass beyond that has an extra hundred or so people in it. We’ve talked about extending the patio, I guess that’s going to have to happen sooner rather than later.
In addition to the new section, Tara found and hired four new waitresses. Brett had brought in a few more members of the Football team to work the show too. It’s time and I head back in. I make my way near the bar where we have the computer setup and other things I’ll need to run both the bar and show tonight.
The first women are both new Catpin owners, each having had only three fights each. AnimeMira is a brunette about five and half feet tall, around one hundred and fifty pounds. Her opponent is about the same size and had shoulder length straight hair, that is about six different colors, Catpin name is RainbowRassling23. The two have agreed to fight in two piece outfits.
It's a lot of hair pulling and slapping at first, a few punches as they move around the cage. The crowd is getting into it, cheers rising with the action. The pair go to the mats and catball for several moments, the skill levels are clearly different with these two. The fans are having no less fun though, I’m sure Tara and the others didn’t look as polished when they had only three fights.
Mira comes up on top, and unleashes a pair of right hands to stun Rainbow. Sliding up the girls on the bottom body Mira grabs a handful of multi-colored hair and hammers a fist into the woman’s forehead demanding her surrender. The trapped fighter agrees, and the crowd roars. Mira gets to her feet, arms raised and plants her foot on Rainbow’s chest, making sure her husband/boyfriend gets a picture before she heads out of the cage.
Xray girl and Krista start towards the cage, but Rainbow is up, she has a busted lip from what I can see, but that’s the only outward sign. The multi-colored haired woman walks on her own to the back where the two nurses check her out.
The next 3 matches are shorter, not that they aren’t exciting. They all finish in less than ten minutes. Tara and Steph are sitting with me as they don’t fight until later, I ask, “What do you think, can we send out one of the backup fights?”
Tara looks at the computer, “Yeah, we’re ahead, and thirty minutes of fighting is a lot. I’m not sure how many can go that long.”
Steph agrees, “Yes, I’d say most fights will be shorter. Especially with everyone throwing hands the way they are, and I haven’t seen anyone yet pace themselves. They’re going all out from word go.”
The added fight is a good one, two bigger women that wrestle more than brawl. It turns out to be the longest match so far tonight, but around fifteen minutes into the fight, a rear naked choke brings the fight to an end.
Next up is Nancy, the tall curly haired blonde friend of the brunette the Staff have started calling Loudmouth Lori. This is the first time tonight the fight is topless, Nancy has perky b-cups with pink small ovals. Her opponent drove in from Virginia, she’s a college basketball player, a little taller than the five foot nine Nancy. She has light brown hair cut in a pixie cut, she’s more slender than the blonde with slightly smaller breasts. Her username is SlamdunkFighta, she does something I haven’t seen yet, she puts in a mouth piece.
The woman was honest enough to tell Nancy before the fight, she had recently had dental work done, and asked if it was ok. Nancy agreed.
Maybe it's just because they are more athletic than the women so far, but this fight is clearly a step up in the action. Slamdunk is quick and not just throwing slaps, she’s jabbing and throwing hooks to the body. Nancy though is even better with her fists, snapping off punches that sneak past the basketball players guard. After the first exchange of fists, they break and circle, again Nancy gets the better of the next exchange.
Slamdunk breaks off again, but throws a kick out catching Nancy in the side. The blonde winces a hand going to her lower ribs, leaving her open to the diving tackle that takes her to the ground. The two catball around the cage, slowly Nancy works to spend more time on top and the brown haired woman has to break free and get some space to recover.
They’ve been going for nearly ten minutes now, and neither woman is breathing very heavily. Both are sweaty and showing marks in their skin, but it looks like they both have a lot left in them. This time it’s Nancy that rushes in, the basketball player loops an overhand right up over the blonde’s guard nailing her above the left eye. Instantly Nancy’s eyebrow is bleeding and swollen, she stumbles back hands up looking hurt.
The Virginian rushes forward, right into an uppercut that snaps her head back and sends the mouthpiece flying. Before the younger woman can recover Nancy throws four or five shots into her face and Slamdunk collapses to the canvas. The referee, Tara’s Mom, steps in and counts to ten.
Nancy raises her arms, a trickle of blood running down her cheek from the cut on the corner of her eyebrow. She goes over and stands over Slamdunk with her hands on hips. The crowd cheers her as she claims the basketball player’s bottoms and heads to the back. Nurse Krista meets her at the curtain and she pulls the blonde into the examination area against Nancy’s protests that she’s fine.
Slamdunk needs help from the cage, Xray Girl and Tara’s Mom support her as she makes her way nude to the back to be checked out.
Next up is Steph, our head Nurse is making her debut.
When Steph comes out, the pop is louder as all the Staff goes wild for one of their own. I love that my employees feel like a team. Steph is of Asian descent, but she has more of a Pacific Islander look. She just made it to the cage when Tara comes over and taps my shoulder, “We got a problem.”
My first thought is, “Shit, what now?”
Tara leads me to the kitchen, and explains, “We’re running out of food. The kitchen says they need chicken, hamburg, and a bunch of veggies.”
The cook Casey is busy; he has 3 helpers and the 2 busboys running back and forth, not to mention all the waitresses coming in and out. Casey yells, “We’re running out of everything!”
Looking at Tara I ask, “Didn’t we order extra this week?”
The dark hair manager shrugs, “We did, but we got hit hard last night too. I’ll just have to up the order again this week.”
Well, we need to keep things going. I start for the office, but before going I tell Tara, “Have Brett send a couple of guys back here.” And to Casey, “Make a list of what you need.”
Reaching the office I go to the safe behind my desk and pull out cash. I can hear the cheers of the crowd, I feel bad missing Steph’s fight, but I should be back out there shortly. I rush back out to the kitchen, but instead of finding two of my bouncers there, Sarah is standing next to Tara talking.
“Where are the guys?” I ask
Sarah pipes in, “Changing kegs, we’re out of Blue Moon, Coors Light, and Sam Adams. Gwen sent me back to get help.”
“Great, Casey, you have the list?” The cook hands me a slip of paper with a long list.
Tara takes the list and money, she cuts me off, “Send the guys to Wal-mart. We’ll go over this week's order tomorrow.”
“I guess we’re having a good night.” giving the manager a grin.
I head back out to see what’s going on in the cage. Steph has her opponent in a headscissors, both of them are laying on their sides, the blonde woman Steph is fighting is clearly in trouble, her face pulled in tight between Steph’s thighs and her face pressing against Steph’s business. The Nurse has a hammer lock on the blonde’s top arm and pulls on the blonde’s trunks, giving her a deep front wedgie.
Steph is covered in sweat and I can see as she turns a bit of blood trickling from her nose and mouth, but her smile is broad, looking like she’s having the time of her life. The blonde’s struggles are slowing, Steph adds a few shots to her tummy, but the blonde still doesn’t submit. The crowd is split between those yelling for the blonde to tap and others encouraging her not to.
Finally the blonde goes slack and must submit, because Tara’s Mom waves her arms and a big cheer goes up. Steph untangles herself and gets up beaming, her small perky breasts gleaming with sweat. The nurse does the honors of taking the blonde’s bottoms, and stands with a foot on the defeated woman’s chest for a moment before she bounces out of the cage, and trots to the back.
Gwen comes over, “Damn, that was a hell of a fight. I didn’t think Steph was going to pull it out.”
I look over, “Shouldn’t you be bartending?”
The busty blonde hands a slip of paper to me, “We need refills on those bottles of beer.”
Tara shows up and snatches the paper out of my hand, “I’ll get the guys on it. This is a bigger success than I ever thought it would be. We’re going to have to look at everything for next weekend.”
The brunette’s eyes light up as she takes a look at the computer with the Catpin app pulled up. She pats me on the back, “Steph just made you a ton of money. The stupid money always bets on boobs when they don’t know the fighters.”
It takes me a bit to catch on, as usual, but the online better had been heavily on the blonde. When those “upsets” happen the clubs make a big chunk of money, and Steph just brought us in a lot.
The next two fights are “Plus” sized ladies, they put on good shows. The crowd love it all. Lots of the women that fought earlier are hanging out and are swarmed by fans. By the time the next two fights are over, the guys are back from Walmart and the crisis has been averted. Food orders have slowed down, except for the women fighting that all finally eat after their fights. The bouncers do find a few of them entangled with husbands or boyfriends in any out of the way space they can.
After the eighth couple was found, not that it didn’t happen before, but this is a bit much. Next weekend I’ll have Tara remind them to head home or to the hotel.
The next fight matches the two smallest women on the card, Misty a cute blonde and Irene the Chinese woman, both are barely five foot tall and just over one hundred pounds. Misty had been in school with me and was one of those girls everyone wanted to date, but few ever did.
They have agreed to a full bikini fight, Misty is wearing an orange one with white piping. Irene is wearing a light blue set, with bright green lace ties at the hips and between her small breasts.
The two of them look so small in the cage, together they don’t weigh what either Anna or Rose weigh, who tested the cage for us. That is until they start fighting, They go at each other with fists, Irene hits Misty with a couple of knees to the belly. The blonde comes back taking the Asian woman down and controls her for a bit, but Irene is squirmy the entire time and breaks free and gets back to her feet.
Misty nails Irene with a punch that lands on her jaw, and the black haired beauty retreats, but the blonde stays on her trying to pin her against the cage wall. Irene keeps moving and brings her knee up into Misty’s stomach again, the blonde grunts doubling over. Irene is now the one chasing the blonde, Misty just trying to stay away while she recovers. The Chinese woman forces Misty into one of the corners and connects with another knee lift, this one catching the blonde at the bikini line.
The crowd roaring for the tiny Titans in the cage, Misty leaning in the corner reaches out to grab the cage to hold herself up. Irene squares up and fires fists into the blonde’s stomach, Misty finally just collapses in the corner trying to cover up. Misty doesn’t submit though and Irene grabs her sweaty blonde hair and pulls her out away from the cage wall. Irene gives the blonde another kneelift to the gut and Misty drops to her knees, she looks like she might throw up.
Misty drops to her knees, she’s dry heaving as Irene kneels beside her and hooks her arms behind her back. Irene drives another fist into Misty’s abused abs, the blonde now in tears. Irene rubs her hand over the blonde’s belly asking, “You Give?”
Misty can only nod as she gags again, but nothing comes out.
The crowd goes wild, they have been loud all night. Size, state of dress, style, they have been into it all.
Looking at the clock it’s not 11:30 pm yet, which gives us two and a half hours to finish the last three matches. It looks good to get all fifteen fights in. The Kitchen is closed so the food made it through the night.
Cass is up next, our waitress. My jaw almost drops as she comes out of the back, a black thong and MMA gloves only. Cass has dark black hair, loose that hangs about her shoulders, her breasts are full with pink ovals. I had never noticed how fit she was, until now. Thankfully she doesn’t look my way as she heads to the cage.
Her opponent is a taller and skinnier blonde, she’s cute, but her slighter build makes me think Cass will make short work of her. The blonde’s Catpin name is CandyCaines, she looks confident stopping to flirt with several guys on the way to the cage.
The fight goes as I expected, Cass pounding away on the blonde, Candy trying to be catty, pulling hair, grabbing boobs, even scratching Cass. The waitress is too much for the blonde, Cass hammering her, but then Candy grabs Cass by the kitty and clearly thinks she’s got the win as she squeezes.
Cass is clearly in pain, but her face is mixed with anger. The brunette twists her hips and swings her arm down across Candy’s breaking the hold. The taller blonde laughs and wiggles her clawing fingers at a guy outside the cage, she should have been paying attention to Cass though. Cass throws a haymaker that connects with the blonde’s left cheek just below her eye.
A loud, “WWHHOOOA!” cry comes from the crowd.
Candy is out as she falls, Tara’s Mom gives the blonde a ten count, but that’s just a formality and allows Cass to walk around with arms raised.
Cass, still upset with the crotch grab goes to Candy ripping her bottoms off, the blonde is starting to stir, the lump under her eye is going to take days to go down. Cass peels her bottoms off long legs, then gives the blonde a wicked slap to her lady bit, Candy’s body shakes as she cries out. Cass points down at her and says something I can’t hear.
Strolling back Cass nods and waves to the cheering crowd, Nurse Krista has to give Candy a few whiffs of smelling salts to get her up and helps the naked woman back to check her out further.
Tara has been playing with the card a bit, she worked in the standby matches and moved Loud Mouth Lori against Brett’s girlfriend Shelly to this next to last spot. They are nearly equal in size Lori has a bit more experience, she’s also a couple years older. Both have impressive records Shelly is 10-2 while Lori is 18-5.
They are fighting topless, it’s the first time I’ve seen the SKO abbreviation on one of the fights, thanks to Tara’s Catpin for Dummies class she ran me through, I know it’s sexual KO. As with most of the Catpin, I find myself fascinated and panicked by what’s about to happen.
As the fighters head to the cage I see Nancy, Loud Mouth Lori’s friend coming over towards me. The blonde has a loose t-shirt and jeans on now and comes around to stand beside me, she says, “Um…This is probably going to be bad for your girl.”
Not sure what she’s talking about, I see the two topless women standing across the cage from each other, they look similar in size, Lori is clearly the sexier of the two. She looks like she’s modeling, posing as she waits for the fight to start. Not sure what’s going on, my standard state for the last few weeks, I ask, “Why’s that?
Nancy looks around, “Lori’s been my best friend since kindergarten, after we graduated she packed up and moved to California. She was convinced she was going to be an actress, or model, just super famous. She just came home recently, when she found out I was doing Catpin.”
I’m thinking “Okay, but where is this story going?”
But the fight has started and Loud Mouth Lori has Shelly twisted up in a head scissors, and is removing her bottoms already. Shelly looks dismayed and to be honest a little helpless. Nancy, still talking continues, “She got work as a booth babe and some modeling, but she supported herself as a session fighter.”
Great something else I have no club about, Nancy says, “I just thought you should know.”
The blonde walks off without another word. What’s a session fighter? Is it some MMA thing?
Shelly broke free, she’s naked now, her face red and sweaty, and she’s breathing heavy. Lori looks the same as when she stepped in the cage. The black haired beauty launches an attack that Shelly just can’t defend against as the college woman is battered, this has become the most one sided fight of the night. I shot to the ribs drops Shelly to one knee, pain etched on her face.
Some in the crowd for the first time tonight start booing, but still the majority are cheering on the black haired Lori as she runs Shelly, face and tits first into the cage wall. Leading the drained looking College student around Lori repeats the cage slam on all four sides. Shelly would fall if not held up. Then Lori presses in behind Shelly forcing the cage to dig deeper into her breasts and Loud Mouth Lori then removes her left MMA glove.
OOOOOHHHHAAAAAHH! Shelly moans.
This brings the loudest roar of the night from the crowd, Lori grins like the Cheshire Cat as she works Shelly. Lori pulls Shelly’s head to the side by the brown hair and clamps her mouth down on the trapped girl’s neck Vampire style. Shelly’s moans are barely heard over the crowd, Lori finally comes up for air, a wicked grin on her face, and a huge sucker bite on Shelly’s neck. Shelly groans as juices roll down her thighs and splash on the cage floor a short time later.
Tara’s Mom orders Lori to let go of Shelly, the club's new heel wipes her hand in Shelly’s hair before letting her collapse to the mat. Lori walks over picking up Shelly’s bottoms and holds them up, as she yells at the crowd, “BOW TO YOUR NEW QUEEN!”
Lori turns and struts to a man standing near her and clearly grabs his junk and gives him a big kiss. The redhead beside him takes offense and shoves the brunette, but a couple of bouncers are there quickly and Lori smiles and winks at the guy and points at the red head, “Feel free to be next in the cage.”
Nancy gathers her friend and leads her to the back.
Well, even after that non-dust up, and the food issue, tonight has gone great. There is more than an hour to finish the last match. Tara verses a woman with the Catpin username Portuguese Princess Anna. Tara comes out first wearing a two tone blue and red bikini bottoms, seeing her semi naked again reminds me how sexy she is, her tits bounce slightly with each step, and she looks powerful.
When her opponent comes out, she’s half naked as well, but the first thing noticed is the face paint she’s wearing. Around her eyes she has a pink makeup that goes from her forehead down to her cheeks and an inch outside both eyes and across her nose like a mask. On top of the pink base she has done spiderweb patterns in a glittering purple and white. Then I notice the black spider drawn on her left cheek hanging by a thread to the web. Anna is wearing solid pink bikini bottoms, she’s a bit curvier than Tara, not as athletic. Anna’s hair is dark, but fades down to blonde the last few inches of her long hair.
Tara’s Mom has been replaced as the referee, the woman is an older blonde, but huge boobs and a thicker frame to support them. Tara had mentioned that she had another referee that would be watching most of the fights tonight, so it makes sense not to have her mom ref her fight.
Even after the long night of excitement the crowd is ready for more and loud as the two beauties collide. Punches, hair pulling, a standing cat ball where they roll along the cage wall grinding bodies and throwing hooks into each other's flanks. Both busty enough their boobs bulge and roll as they slide over each other and compress together, almost as a separate fight.
Not sure if it’s Tara or Anna that trips the pair to the mat, the catball is now taking place on the floor, legs even more tangled. They trade top position over and over, Tara works her body up and drops her tits into Anna’s face. Moments later Anna is dragging her boobs across Tara’s features. Still hair pulling, short punches, knees digging into thighs and a few times crotches.
Still more catballing, until Tara ends up with her back to the cage, seated with legs out in front of her. Anna straddling the manager’s legs drives a shoulder into Tara’s tits, and fires some punches into her body. Tara, wincing in pain, tries to hook Anna’s head and turn her, but the face painted brunette holds on by grabbing on to Tara’s right breast.
I check, none of my other staff seem worried, but they all watch intensely. Tara reaches down Anna’s back and grabs the back of Anna’s bottoms and pulls them up her back giving the artist a wedgie. Anna gets both hands on Tara and shoves back breaking free, but her bikini has disappeared between her butt cheeks. Both brunettes scramble to their feet.
They have been fighting for about twenty minutes already, both look disheveled, most of Anna’s face paint is now on Tara’s tits, tummy and arms. Anna fishes her bottoms out from between her cheeks and snaps the suit back into place. Sweat and marks cover their bodies as Anna and Tara move back together and trade punches. Tara catches Anna with a shot to the chin and the brunette with blonde tips tries to clinch up with my manager.
Tara shows some wrestling skills under hooking Anna’s arm and shoots the other around her waist, with a twist of her hips she flips the Portuguese Princess slamming her to the mat. Tara works to get Anna on her side, both of her arms trapped behind her back and Tara drives a knee into Anna’s belly three times. Tara switches legs and gives Anna’s tits a hard ramming with her other knee.
Tara pushes Anna to her back and works up her body until she can plant her tits on Anna’s face. The Artist’s legs kick wildly, Tara wraps her arms around Anna’s head keeping her trapped in the boobsweaty darkness. It takes a while, but Anna’s thrashing slows and then comes to an end. The new referee waves her arms and taps Tara’s shoulder. Tired and sore Tara rolls off Anna and the two lay there for several moments.
The crowd is cheering, some do head for the door, probably to beat the rush, or get to a hotel room. Tara gets up first and walks around the cage with arms raised, her tits still have much of Anna’s face paint smeared on them, her nipples sticking out stiff. She walks back to Anna and places a foot on Anna’s right tit, giving it a small grind. Tara allows/demands Anna to remove her bottoms and hand them over. The cage is opened and Tara heads out, as she’s walking to the back area she winks, the grin growing on her face as she passes the curtain.
The fight ends just before the last call, by the time we do announce the last call almost half the crowd is gone. I head back to the office, pulling out the envelopes for all the fighters, I add the winner’s portion to those that earned it. Tara comes in, now wearing an oversized t-shirt as a dress, she smiles, “You enjoy the show?”
Finishing the envelopes by sliding in Tara’s winnings, I nod, “No one broke anything tonight so that’s better.”
She takes her envelope as I hand it to her, Tara says, “I was going to say, I think we need to up the entry and winners money, I have to run final numbers but we’re really making out with the fights.”
“I agree, I was thinking maybe doubling both, even with the more fights. They are earning the raise.” I head for the door to go pay all the other fighters, as I pass Tara I say, “Congrats on your win.”
I go to hand out the envelopes, Loud Mouth Lori, grumbles a bit, but the rest are nice and happy as they head out. I get Xray girl and Krista giving them envelopes as well for their work tonight, I ask, “Any injuries of concern.”
Both shake their heads no, Xray girl answers, “Steph needed a butterfly stitch, lots of bumps and bruises. Nothing serious.”
By the time I get done handing out prizes to the fighters the crowd is gone, my staff is finishing up the clean up, I check with Brett to make sure there were no issues, He laughs, “You should add a few rooms for rent, the final count was thirteen couples we broke up.”
I smile, “That’s something to think about.”
Tara and I are going over the numbers, it’s clear we can increase the pay for getting into the cage and winner’s purse. Tara suggests a scale for the number of fights they have on Catpin, so more experienced fighters make a bit more, but the winner’s purse would be flat for all fights. It’s then I remember Nancy talking about Lori, I ask Tara, “What’s a session fighter?”
Tara looks quizzically at me, “Where did you hear about that?”
I tell her the bit of Nancy coming up during Lori’s fight.Tara a thoughtful look on her face before answering, “Session fighters will get paid for a few different types of scenarios, it could be roll around with rich guy’s wife. Make her look good, or beat her up without beating her up. They might do real fights against another Session fighter for high rollers paying for private matches.”
Tara shrugs, “Other than having more fights than what it says on Catpin, I don’t think it means much.”
Steph comes over, she has a butterfly stitch on her brow, I laugh, someone has drawn on the stitch making it look like a real butterfly, pointing at it I say, “Nice, didn’t know they came in art work.”
Steph smiles, touching it gently, “Anna did it. Before Tara beat her butt.”
Steph takes a seat, “I have a favor to ask.”
“Ok, shoot.” I say.
Steph looks over, “It’s probably more a Tara question.”
Tara smiles, “Sure”
“I have a friend coming up for a visit, she is on Catpin, but she doesn’t know that I know, that she’s fighting, and she doesn’t know I’m fighting. Anyways, once I know when for sure, I want to make sure we can get her in the cage. Kiva is great, she’s my bestie from college. I’m trying to get her to come up here. Dallas hasn’t been great for her. The club she’s been fighting at is run by a scumbag that keeps trying to screw her over.” Steph blurts out in one breath.
Thinking, I’m supposed to be running the club now, but Tara answers, “Yeah, let me know.”
Gwen, Cass, and the two other nurses come over joining us. They talk about the night, the future and make fun of me for over an hour before we close up and tomorrow we can start getting ready for the two nights coming up when the fights resume.
