[StanaKat]

Male and female fighters meet in an underground octagon in Las Vegas; cheers, boos, and fist fulls of money exchanging wildly as the two fighters make their way to the ring. StanaKat and Wrestlerjunkee are set to face off in a nude "last man standing" MMA match...each fighter clad in just a pair of leather gloves. Junkee and I will be following the flow of the poll votes and having a cyber match in this thread. Come on ladies! Come out and support the superior gender...


StanaKat - 5'9 125 34B
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=39481




Wrestlerjunkee - 5'10 197
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=23487

[Wrestlerjunkee]

I am a recent transplant to Sin City.  For years I have heard about the fight scene surrounding this area, and now that I have moved here, it is finally time to dip my toes in.  I have been going to the same gym as Stana for a couple of weeks now, and she was the one who told me about this club.  Never in my life did I think I would be fighting her first in this underground scene.  

We have both seen each other work out and at least for me start to gather some plan on how to win this fight.  I know she has much quicker hands than me, but I think I have a better ground game.  I sit and think as I begin to wrap my hands tight, but not too tight.  I reach down for my mm gloves and begin to slip them on, knowing our time in the cage is coming up next.

I did not even bother to see who was on earlier in the fight card, the fights here do rank, but, I am a newbie to this location.  I need to perform well in this fight, win or lose.  The stakes alone are enough to make me want win.  As I prepare myself mentally for this grueling battle, I notice that I have put on my gloves and fitted them as I stand and wait by the door as I hear the announcer call…

“And the newcomer, a recent move to Vegas, standing 5’10”, 197lbs and an unimpressive record at 0-0-0, Jerry Junkeeeee!”  
I begin to head out from the curtain wearing just a pair of black athletic shorts.  I raise my fists into the air, unsure of what to be expecting out of this crowd.   I hear a few cheers and mostly more boos, something that I was expecting .  I see fists full of bet cards and cash being exchanged all around, clearly the fans think Stana must have some kind of advantage in this.  I strut my way trying to show off some dominance, as I make my way to the cage door. As I step through I give a quick bow and continue to show off my athletic build.  I head to the corner that’s opposite of the door and begin to stretch my legs out as I await my opponent for the evening.        

[StanaKat]

Born and raised north of the border, I made my way to Las Vegas when I turned 18...working as a cocktail waitress, ring girl, and any other job I could find that sniffed the MGM Grand Garden Arena. I grew up around fighters my whole life and eventually got my shot when I caught a whiff of an underground league being formed under an old nightclub just off the strip. I was supremely confident coming off a few impressive knockouts...but tonight wasn't going to be a fight against the regular barbie dolls. I stood to make triple the purse for a victory against a man that I would against a woman...and a knockout paid even more.

"And making her way to the ring from Hamilton, Ontario, standing a statuesque 5'9 125lbs with a record of 3-0-0; Stana 'The Cat' Katic!!"

I swing my hips to a chorus of cheers and cat calls as I strut down the isle in a pink satin robe; discarding it at the door to the cage as a deafening yell erupts around the packed house.

"Come on newbie! Your trainer told you this was nude, didn't he??" I laugh as you try your hardest to maintain eye-contact and pick your jaw up from the floor.

I lean against the cage as the door is shut and locked; reaching up to tie my silky brown hair into a pony tail before my trainer straps up my pink gloves.

"IT'SSSSSSS TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEE" The announcer screams; finishing up his routine before instructing the audience that our fight would be 1 continuous round until a fighter is knocked out.

I step to the center of the ring; offering my left hand for a fist-bump as the bell rings.

[kyliesubmits]

sorry Stana...hope you bought insurance on that purrty face of yours because it's gonna get busted to pieces...

[Wrestlerjunkee]

I hop back up to my feet as I hear the announcer call out my opponents name.  I start to roll my head to loosen up my neck and pound my right hand into my left as I jump on the balls of my feet.  I catch a glimpse of her through the links of the cage.  I see her in the tiny silk robe and watch her slide if off of her very slim but firm body.

I do try maintain eye contact with you, but my eyes do drift as I see your nude sexy body leaning up against the cage.  I reach down and pull down my shorts, revealing myself to the crowd and not getting enough support, more boos than applause it seems.  I toss my shorts out the door...

"Are you sure you are ready for this Stana? Its not too late to back out now" I taunt at you,  wanting to get into your head early in the fight. 

I walk towards the center of the cage my right hand raised, not sure what to be expecting of you, but knowing that if you have had fights in this arena, you do fight dirty.  I stand before you at 5'10", 197lbs completely naked...

"Eyes up here honey, unless you are too distracted already.  And if that's the case, why don't you leave yourself open so we can get this over quickly" I taunt again.

I see you start to walk up to the middle of the ring, I extend my left fist out for yours for a respect bump and quickly retract my arm and begin to circle you as I I keep both fists up and and keep my right leg planted behind me.

"Bring it Stana!" I snarl at you, wanting to get this fight on.   

[StanaKat]

I let out a boisterous laugh as you let down your shorts; knowing I can get further into your head that way than with any amount of trash talking.

"You poor thing..." I giggle, slowly sauntering towards the middle of the cage and giving you a light fist bump...holding my ground as you circle away.

"Where are you running off to?!" I scream, projecting confidence as I leave my hands at my sides instead of raising them into a defensive position.

I begin to sensually stalk you as you carefully circle away; but you are smart enough to know that I am toying with you and keep your distance...As I get close I feint a looping left hand and snap a tight right kick towards the inside of your knee.

[Wrestlerjunkee]

I hear your laugh, but my mind is in the fight now.  I keep my hands up and keep light on my feet, not wanting to be caught by surprise this early into the fight.  I see that your guard is down as you come closer to me in the center of the cage, and I have to wonder what the hell is she thinking. 

I see your slow left hand coming to me, and I easily glance it away with my right hand.  I send a left jab for your exposed chin as I see from the corner of my eye your tight right kick, I lift up my leg as fast as I can, keeping my foot and knee locked in, wanting to crash my shin into yours..."Is this all you have Stana?" I snarl at you as our shins crash together. 

[StanaKat]

I stumble back as your testing fist and our legs crash together all at once...hitting my back foot after a few baby steps to catch my balance.

"That's all you have packed into those big muscly arms?" I smile and taunt back, waltzing away from you towards the cage. We continue the cat and mouse for about a minute before our dance brings us a bit closer; finally working into a position where I feel comfortable enough to shoot forward for a double-leg takedown.

[Wrestlerjunkee]

I feel our shins crash together and wince from the pain, nothing hurts worse than a solid blow to the shin.  I take a step back away from you as well.  I throw out some kicks but not followed up by any punches for now, just wanting to test you out for your reflexes.

I try to keep my eyes on your head, knowing where your head goes, your body may follow.  I see you launch in quick, your speed is amazing, I start to move my hands down to your shoulders and try to fire off a quick jab to your chin, but I feel that miss.

Your hands throw up my arms some as your shoulder meets contact with my belly, driving me back towards the cage. Fortunately, I am not too far from the back of the cage, but my back slams into it.  I give my head a shake as I try to snake my right arm around your pretty little neck as I start to land hammer blows with my left fist onto your back. 

[StanaKat]

I immediately regret my decision to go for a takedown as my stifled attempt gives me a face-full of your crotch...I stammer a bit, trying to turn my head away while keeping my legs churning but you come to an abrupt stop when your back hits the cage. The violent collision between our tangled bodies and the unforgiving metal cage drops me to my knees; pinning you against the wall.

My arms are still wrapped tightly around the back of your knees, but I know I need to break away and cut my losses...unfortunately you have other plans. I drop my arms and fall to all fours; trying to roll back to my feet but I get caught up in your reverse headlock. Feeling a bit desperate, I twist both arms around your left knee and try to torque your leg as nastily as I can before you land your first strike to my lower back...

"OOOOOOOOOFF" I deeply grunt, my legs spreading into the splits as I nearly fall flat on my belly before catching myself and keeping my balance on all fours. I flinch as you drop another hammer forearm to the small of my back, but I take this blow much better. Right after your second strike I rear my right arm back and try to drive it straight through your planted right knee.

[Wrestlerjunkee]

I feel your face pressed fully into my crotch now, but I resist the temptation to give you a taunt at this moment, knowing I like my manhood in one piece rather than bitten through.  I am almost doubled over you as I try to keep a tight clinch around neck, but with your squirming it is hard maintain it.  My ass is pressing hard up on the cage now as I try to use my lower strength to get back into the center of the cage. 

As I attempt to land my first strike onto your back, I do not even feel your left hand leaving my right knee.  I feel the first blow connect as you drop down onto the floor.  I try to keep your body held in close, giving you one more hard hammer blow and then raising my left arm to plant an elbow into your upper back...I curse in pain and suddenly the world turns sideways as your blow to my right knee takes my onto my right side.  I land hard on my right shoulder and have to release your neck.

I try to scramble first onto my back and try to slide on back to the cage wall.  I send out a few kicks with my left leg, my right knee flaring with pain from that nasty hit. I stretch out my right hand onto the cage and attempt to pull myself up...     

[StanaKat]

I awkwardly twist to the ground with you as my precise forearm buckles your trunk-like leg. For a moment I fall into your guard but I am so turned around and disoriented that I can't maintain my position and you manage to scoot up against the cage. I pause for a split second on my hands and knees; beginning to pant as I whip my bangs out of my eyes...my pony tail a mess from your sweaty headlock.

I stare you down as you slowly rise to your feet with the help of the cage; a visible look of anguish quickly being wiped from your face. I wryly smile as I press my tan, toned frame back to a standing position; perfectly happy to stand and trade punches with you rather than letting you use your weight on the ground.

I stalk you against the cage; weaving forward and launching a front kick towards your gut hopefully before you can fully recover.

[Wrestlerjunkee]

I still feel fire spread up and down through my leg from your vicious blow to my knee.  I claw my way up the cage, sucking in deep breaths of air as I begin to put some weight on my leg and I wince in pain from it.  I try to keep my eyes on you, knowing that you are quick, possibly too quick. 

I see you shake your head as you come back to your full height, your nude body coming back in closer as I was hoping this would stay a ground game were I can use my grappling skills and my size advantage over your lanky body.  I manage to push myself off of the cage wall and gingerly put some weight on my right leg, knowing my mobility is severely hampered right now, but all it takes is one good swing...

My hands are up, protecting my head, but I try to get my left for arm down in time to sweep your kick to the side.  I start swinging with my right hand aimed for your chin as you move in for the kick, hoping this catches through your gaurd as I feel your kick make contact with my toned abs.  I try to tense up as much as possible but it hits hard and I grunt from the blow that sends me back a step.

[habib]

male should've won that.

[BillythaKid]

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