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CLUB FIGHTERS
I was 2nd in the ranking of the fighting club. I had been a member three years, winning my way up the ranking from the very first fight to the number 2. More than 40 fights.
I am Theresa, long black hair, dark eyes, 5’8”, 150 lbs, 38d-30-38, unshaved. The number 1 was Moira, a New Yorker, with a spectacular body at 5’9”, 155 lbs, same body measures and also unshaved. With her long red hair and green eyes, she was a beauty, besides being the champ during the last two years. She had been challenged seven times and she had defeated all the challengers, including twice to one of them. We were both 35 and the three first times we had fought I lost easily. But I won the next three and Moira started to get worried because she understood she finally had a special opponent. After two more combats, one for me and one for her, I challenged her. I was already number 2, the only position to challenge the champion.
The good thing was that we were friends. After my third victory over her, we talked, had dinner together, we discovered many things in common and we ended up in bed, which worked great for us.
The challenge was organized at three combats in successive weekends. I must say we attracted a lot of club members and guests. The attendance was well over a hundred women, many of them had fought with one or the two of us.
The challenge didn’t start well for me. In a very hard, pretty violent fight of almost one hour, I had to surrender when her strong thighs got my neck in a brutal scissor, while I was smelling her sweaty pussy and her arousal and choking without breath. And I was proud of my thighs, OMG!
But the second fight was different. I used all my experience and knowledge to my advantage. A mix of violence and sex got her distracted and I finally managed to win her exactly with the same thighs lock she has used in the first fight.
So we were ready for the third and definitive combat. In the lockers room, we kissed for a long time, but when we separated, Moira said: “Sweetie, I am going to hurt you”. “Oh, darling, I will hurt you too and I am decided to win”. In the ring there were other two women fighting, so we had to wait. But it was soon when they called us. We were going to fight in thongs and top less.
We saw one of the previous fighters on a stretcher and the other being helped to the lockers room with blood all over. Apparently, the fight had been “no holds barred”.
Finally we were on the ring among the applause and yells of the women. I suspected they were excited by the blood of the previous fight and probably expected the same from us. The canvas still had bloody stains from the fight when we started. We had already many experiences with the other, so we were prudent, circling around the other, waiting for the other to attack. I was the challenger, and Moira preferred to play low profile. So, I attacked first. Or better, I feigned an attack to her right side and when she reacted defensively I grabbed her left arm, twisted it on her back and grabbed her mane pulling hard. She yelled in pain but resisted the pressure on her arm and suddenly she launched her free elbow to my tummy, cutting my breath and obliging me to let her arm and hair free. Immediately, she turned to me, grabbed my neck in her left arm and used her right to squeeze on of my tits brutally. My turn to scream but I let myself fall to the canvas and in the same movement launched her flying over my head. She fell on her back hard and noisily, and twisted her body in pain. Elegantly, I waited until she was on her feet before attacking with my head on her belly, making her sep back to the ropes. She clinched with me and we hugged, in a strength movement. I had the advantage of my arms around her waist and of having her against the rope. We were already sweating and our smells were intoxicating, because I detected also the scent of our arousal, as always when we fought body to body. Our nipples were like pebbles and our tits slippery with sweat. We were grunting with the effort and our muscles were strained but I was starting to make her double her knees. Or so I thought. Moira was not the champion by chance, As I had done before, she got suddenly on her knees, making me lose my balance, She grabbed my ankles and pulled back. I fell on my back with a thud and I thought I had broken several bones and saw a constellation of colorful stars.
She was not as nice as I had been when I had her on the canvas. She grabbed my long hair, pulled me around the ring and kicked my ass and ribs with no nice thoughts. I knew she was trying to do one of her tricks: tying her opponent’s mane either to the lower rope or to the turnbuckle, and then beating her to pulp with kicks and punches. With an effort, I got to roll on the canvas far from her and I stood up still a little shaky. I started circling around her, feigning moves but Moira smiled and didn’t give me an opportunity. Then I decided to play for all and attacked her directly as soon as I felt recovered. We clinched in another body to body and we staggered around the ring. The women were mesmerized and they yelled taking sides. When a tripping maneuver of Moira made us fall to the canvas, the women yelled hysterically. Moira got on top, tangled her legs on mine with clear intention of pinning me, but I rolled her over and got the top position. We rolled for a long time trying to pin the other, while I was feeling my increasing arousal with our bodies locked and the smells of our sweaty bodies. I knew if I had an orgasm I was lost so I rolled off fast and stood up, waiting for Moira to get on her feet. As soon as I saw her close, I acted very fast. I grabbed one of her arms, rotated on my feet to catapult her to the ropes. She bounced and I received her with my knee hard on her belly, She screamed in agony and doubled over. I didn’t give her time to recover: I jumped, got her neck in scissors between my powerful legs, jumped acrobatically on my hands and slammed her on her back hard on the canvas. She almost lost conscience, but when I sat on her face with my knees on her pinned arms and my pussy suffocating her, she had the sense to give up. “I give!!!”, she yelled before I would smother her. I jumped around, with my finger signaling the number 1, then I helped her on her feet, kissed her on the mouth and she lifted my arm in acceptance of her defeat.
After, we celebrated together with a good dinner and a night of glorious sex.
