hunting for old foxyfighter story: Keiko vs Mayumi

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Like the title states I am hunting for a story lost to time and internet black holes. It is from the old foxyfighter website. A fraternity cage fight between two asian female pledges in a cage fight for a spot in the sorority.

Does anyone happen to have an archive of this story or know where it might still be floating around in the web?

[halcyon]

Pretty sure this is it.

Fraternity Cage Match - Keiko vs. Mayumi
Most fraternities in college have a Little Sister program where college girls can participate in fraternity activities. But the program at this unnamed university was a little different. Unknown to most students and especially the faculty, this network of fraternities enlisted their little sisters in all-out cage matches during frat parties. Girls were expected, and indeed wanted to, defend their represented fraternities in girl on girl combat in the cage. The girls who participated in these often brutal matches were sworn to secrecy as were the members of each fraternity who participated. The winners won pendants for their frat, as well as respect from the other girls who competed for honors in this savage sport.

Naturally, new girls wanting to join the program had to be tested. Tonight, two new freshman girls would be competing for entrance into the Little Sister program at a fraternity left unnamed for their protection. Neither girl had been in a fight before, and the outcome was uncertain.

The crowd of frat boys and little sisters filled the cramped basement of their house where a steel cage formed a squared circle in the center. The chain-link fence rose high, all the way to the ceiling, and the whole place was dimly lit with yellow incandescence that caught and illuminated smoke from numerous cigars while the audience drank cheap beer from the kegs stationed around the room.

Alice, a junior and veteran of the program, was prepping a cute Asian student who looked nervous as she sat in a stool in one corner of the cage.

"Just relax, Keiko. Remember, if it gets to be too much, you can quit at anytime." Handing her a plastic tumbler filled with beer, Alice rubbed down her fighter and murmured words of encouragement and advice into her ear.

Keiko took huge gulps from the tumbler as she waited for her opponent to arrive. She felt self-conscious stripped down to just her light-blue panties, complete with a little bow in front, and played nervously with her cropped red hair. She had cut it just yesterday, since she heard that long hair could be used against her in a fight.

The cage door opened, and the crowed cheered as another topless, Asian girl was led into the ring by her trainer. Mayumi was a little taller than her opponent, and she kept her straight, raven-black hair long. Keiko wondered if it was because she was more confident that her hair would not become a liability in this match. Still, she looked just as nervous as she was as her trainer, Karen, sat her in her own stool and went through similar preparations with her freshman fighter.

For Asian girls, both were well endowed. Their breasts were full and round, yet rode high on their chests with the firmness of youth. Keiko had beautiful, slender legs and narrow hips, while Mayumi had full, heart-shaped ass that tapered into full, powerful looking thighs that flowed into her high, rounded calves. Both girls had flawless fair skin that made them look like perfect little dolls.

The trainers lightly rubbed their fighters with oil, just enough to make them a little slippery and tougher to get into a hold. As they rubbed down their thighs and went over their bare chests, the sheen of the oil formed perfect little highlights on the tops of their breasts. Mayumi turned to Karen to whisper something in her ear and then, surprisingly, smiled across the ring to her opponent. A shy smile, it was friendly in a strange, hesitant sort of way, and Keiko found herself smiling back. Then Karen said something to Mayumi and she stopped smiling. They weren't here to be friends, but to represent their frats.

"Okay, Keiko, you're good to go. Remember what I taught you and you'll do just fine." Alice gave Keiko a hug and left the cage, leaving Keiko to face Mayumi, who by now was also standing, both fighters waiting tensely for the bell.

Keiko didn't even realize the bell had rung. She was so nervous and lost in thought that Mayumi took her completely by surprise when she ran forward and grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her into the side of the cage with a rattling clatter. Mayumi reached out and put her hands on Mayumi's own shoulders, pushing her back towards the center of the ring. In the center, they continued to push each other around and in circles, each not quite sure what to do next.

Keiko could hear the crowd laughing and booing as she and Mayumi pushed and shoved with little result. Keiko's hands slipped off Mayumi's glistening, oiled skin several times and she fought to keep a grip on her greased opponent. Her eyes were squeezed shut as they thrashed, but she opened them briefly to see that Mayumi had a look of intense concentration on her face. It was obvious she was going to take this seriously.

Mayumi stepped up close, her pert breasts colliding and sliding off of Keiko's own breasts as she reached around her neck as if to hug her. As their nipples clashed briefly, Keiko felt a slight shock of sexual arousal that she tried hard to ignore. Her brief titillation was suddenly replaced with a sharp shooting pain in her head, as she realized too late that Mayumi had trapped her in a standing headlock.

She cried out, mostly in surprise, since Mayumi wasn't too sure of her hold, and wasn't applying as much pressure as she could. The crowd erupted in cheers at the first real move of the match, and Keiko began to panic. Karen shouted something to Mayumi, and Keiko cried out again as Mayumi began to tighten the hold for real this time.

The pain was terrible, and tears were starting to well in the corners of Keiko's large brown eyes. Mayumi was standing over her, her arm snaked like a vice around her head, and her shapely legs spread wide for leverage. She was groaning with effort as her trainer and the crowd cheered her on, and Keiko found herself reaching up, up towards Mayumi's long black hair.

Wrapping her fingers tightly into Mayumi's long, shiny hair, Keiko yanked down hard until she heard her opponent yelp with pain. They were both grimacing now, Mayumi's headlock versus Keiko's desperate hair pulling, when Mayumi suddenly let go and they both went tumbling to the hard canvas.

They scrambled to their knees, adrenaline running hard. They got on all fours and stalked each other like animals circling the cage. Keiko could see the anger flashing in Mayumi's dark eyes, and knew that she had better be prepared for a real fight. Not wanting to lose the initiative, Keiko stood to her knees and delivered a resounding slap to Mayumi's beautiful oval face. Mayumi jerked to the side from the impact, and Keiko tried to move in closer. But Mayumi whirled at the last minute and backhanded Keiko with a thunderous slap of her own.

Keiko and Mayumi stood on there knees and began to trade hard slaps, each one eliciting a cry from the other. It became a contest to see who could take the most. Keiko's cheeks stung like fire, but she noted with satisfaction that Mayumi's own cheeks were turning red. With a yell, each girl returned the slap of the other with vengeance, each determined to outlast the other even as they started to become groggy and dizzy from the blows. Mayumi snapped Keiko's head back with another slap, and Keiko found she could not bring herself to retaliate. Mayumi hit her again, hard, and Keiko's head was spinning, her bangs falling over her face.

Keiko tried to raise her hands to block the next blow, but Mayumi changed tactics and launched herself into Keiko, butting her in the stomach with her shoulder and toppling her over. Mayumi was all over her, pulling at her hair and slapping her face with her free hand, screaming with rage. Soon they were rolling around on the canvas. They fought with their whole bodies, legs intertwined, squeezing and kicking while their hands gripped at each other, pulling, slapping and yanking.

Mayumi climbed on top of Keiko, and planted her knee into the pit of Keiko's stomach. She propped herself on both arms, straddling Keiko and digging her knee into her stomach, just above the line of her panties. Keiko gasped and moaned, pinned under the weight of her opponent like a butterfly on a pin. She clawed at Mayumi's thick thigh and pushed at the knee that was drilling into her stomach, but her hands slid helplessly off the oil slicked ivory skin.

The air was being forced out of her with every gasp, and Keiko felt herself losing consciousness. Mayumi lifted her knee only to bring it crashing down again into Keiko's solar plexus. Keiko screamed, and Mayumi lifted her knee again, dropping it like a bullet into Keiko's tight abs with a yell. With each blow, Mayumi ground her knee from side to side in a display of sadistic torture, sending waves of pain and nausea into Keiko and leaving her bawling on the mat.

Mayumi stood and raised her hands to the crowd, who roared their approval. Keiko curled up on her side, clutching her belly, her tears spilling onto the mat. Mayumi dropped down behind her, and the snake-like alabaster arms once again found their way around Keiko's slim neck. Mayumi dropped back into the corner of the cage, arching Keiko's lithe back as she began to choke her into submission with a sleeper hold.

Keiko tried to fight back, tried to fight against the tide of unconsciousness that was washing over her. She reached up and grabbed for Mayumi's weak spot, her long, flowing hair. Her first grip pulled away a clump of hair, and she reached up again to get a firmer grip even as Mayumi tightened her hold.

Keiko could hear Mayumi start to sob from the pain she was inflicting on her scalp, but Keiko was crying too. Both girls were bawling as they struggled for control. Mayumi's grip was like a python, but Keiko was only more determined to cause her foe as much pain as possible and redoubled her efforts on Mayumi's silken hair. Sweat beaded down their breasts and slid down their thighs as they doggedly fought each other. Their cotton panties, too, were soaked with sweat, the wet fabric exposing the shape of Keiko's vulva to the audience as she struggled to escape, her legs spread wide. For a fleeting moment, Keiko felt embarrassed. Her opponent had her trapped, her womanhood on display to the beer swilling crowd now chanting "Ma-yu-mi! Ma-yu-mi!"

Seemingly charged by the crowd, Keiko felt Mayumi tighten her grip even more. Keiko gripped harder on Mayumi's hair, and she could feel her opponent's hot tears as they spilled onto her bare shoulder. But it was too late, the blackness stared at the corner of her eyes and dilated in to the center of her vision. She was... blacking... out...

The last thing she heard as her hand slipped from Mayumi's hair was the referee counting her out.

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