From "my" point of view...

[Janine_G]

There are certain rare and unique privileges that come with wealth.  One of them is to, without restriction, select one's own form of entertainment.  As a 35 year-old billionaire, I had enjoyed that privilege.  I was also able to fuck anyone I wanted, and had more attention than just my looks would normally achieve.  Not that I wasn't good looking, I just wasn't "stunning".  I favored women who enjoyed and participated in my preferred form of entertainment--which was generally watching women fist fight. 

To be clear, old, victorian-era fist fight.  No gloves, nothing to restrict them,  just a fight between two women desperate to win.   The only rules were: No weapons and one winner.

I was a long time patron of the game before I found my first girlfriend who was willing to become a participant.  Now that doens't mean the others didn't join me and watch, they just weren't prepared to fight. My first girlfriend to fight was a woman named Lorena.  Lorena was a wild 23 year old who loved cocaine and had a fiery latina temper.  After she saw her first fight, she was all in.  The first time she fought, she annhilated her opponent.  She had no skill but she had strength and determination.  She pummeled the woman.  Her second fight was against the champ at the time and it was as one-sided as the first, Lorena battered the other woman so badly that the crowd finally had to throw in the towel for her.  That's not to say Lorena didn't take her punishment.  The champ got in her punches, but Lorena took the blows well.  It wasn't until her 5th fight that she lost.  And despite losing, she challenged the woman to a rematch and won.

But I got bored of Lorena and started fucking Crystal on the side.  They kind of knew about each other, but I thought it would be fun to pit them against each other in a fist fight.  And so I did. 

And not suprisingly, it was a war.  Crystal and Lorena fought for 31 minutes.  In the end, Crystal won.

And like the last time she had lost, Lorena challenged her to a rematch.  This time though, Crystal proved she was stronger and better and really trounced Lorena. 

Crystal was not the best fighter in the circuit at that time, but she loved to fight.  She won a few and lost a few and then we broke up and went our separate ways.

Then came Lilly.  Lilly was a monster in the bedroom, a former stripper and a rough chick all around.  She loved to fight and I loved to watch her.  She won her first five fights and everyone thought she was unbeatable.  Her sixth fight was against a newcomer named Chloe. 

Chloe was tall, attractive and fit, and she and Lilly went at each other with an unbridled brutality that caught me off guard.  It was the first time that I had an emotional and even visceral reaction to watching my girlfriend in a fight.  I found myself excited when Lilly seemed to gain an advantage and I couldn't resist screaming encouragement as Chloe brutally punished her ribs and tits.  I actively winced when I heard Lilly squeak in pain and jumped up from my seat when Chloe's right hook dropped her to her knees for the first time.

I sighed in despair when I saw Chloe break her.  The pain in Lilly's face when Chloe's body blow truly crushed her will to fight was devastating.  I loved that Lilly fought on, but almost screamed out that it was okay to quit as I watched Chloe take her apart over the subsequent two and a half minutes.  Lilly's stance got wide and her punches became cumbersome.  She was sluggish and kept getting tagged. Every punch connected with a bone-crunching sound that left me speechless.  I watched as Lilly valiantly tried to stay up only to have Chloe rock her with three solid punches that dropped her to the floor, unable to get up and fight back.

It was the first time that watching a loved one lose really generated a feeling in me. 

Chloe and Lilly's rematch would be the second.

[Janine_G]