Candi was as nervous as I've ever seen her. She'd done some competitive fights for me before, but never a tournament. And never had she not known at least the size of her opponent before a fight.
Candi had tried to back out that morning. She'd drank a lot the night before and was queasy, I'm sure because of the drinking and her nerves. But we had driven all the way here, and I'd invested money in this tournament, so off we went. Candi looked awesome in her skin tight green leather skirt, her thigh high boots, her black leather jacket, and her choker collar. She planned to change into fighting gear once we got there. She was chain smoking one cigarette after another, trying to calm her nerves.
We finally arrived at the dingy warehouse and I parked. We were late due to Candi’s hemming and hawing that morning. I grabbed her bag with her fighting gear and we walked toward the door. She asked me to hold her before we went in. I embraced her, caressing her leather covered ass and exploring her smoky mouth with my tongue.
When we entered, Tim, the tournament organizer, 15 other women, and several guys were already there. We were obviously very late. Tim announced that he was about to declare Candi the loser by forfeit. One woman stepped out from the crowd, Tania. At 38, she was a few years older than Candi. At 5’5”, she and Candi were about the same height. At 145, Tania had a few pounds on Candi. But she looked more solid than Candi, who has a lot of her weight in her massive, enhanced tits. Tania had short hair and wore a red bra and panties.
Tim said that Candi had to fight immediately or forfeit, because we were running short of time. Candi looked shocked, like a deer in the headlights. Tania rushed her and grabbed Candi by her long blonde hair. Candi dropped her lit cigarette to the ground and followed as Tania pulled her by the hair to the mats. Once there, Tania used her strength to toss Candi roughly to the mat. Candi was still in her leather skirt, jacket and boots. One of her ankles collapsed as Tania threw her and Candi let out a scream of pain. Tania pounced on her and grabbed Candi’s throats with both hands in a choke. Tania squeezed Candi’s throat and pulled her up, slamming her head into the mat.
Tania opened Candi’s leather jacket and grabbed hold of Candi’s huge tits, viciously squeezing them. Candi was still gasping from being choked but managed to scream as Tania ripped at her boobs. Candi’s whole body convulsed. Her uninjured leg flew up and Tania happened to be leaning toward it at the time. Candi’s knee slammed into Tania’s temple. Tania was visibly stunned and let go of Candi’s mammaries, going to all fours on the mat. Candi’s hands went to her injured tits. I yelled to Candi to pounce while Tania was stunned.
Candi moved slowly, her left ankle hurting her. She got to her knees and pushed the prone Tania over on to her side. Tania was groggy, holding her head. Candi brought a pretty good hammerfist down on Tania’s temple, where she had earlier met Candi’s knee. Candi then grabbed hold of Tania’s breasts, just as Tania had done to her. Candi dug her fake nails into Tania’s flesh. Candi had a vicious, demonic look on her face that I had never before seen out of her. She shook Tania’s tits and dug her nails in deeper and deeper. Tania was punch drunk, half conscious, and unable to protect her tits. A little blood appeared around Candi’s nails from Tania’s chest.
Tim approached the girls and leaned down to Tania. He asked her if she gave up and Tania seemed to nod. Tim asked her to say yes if she gave, and Tania groggily croaked out, “Yes, I give!” Tim waved his arm and pushed Candi off of Tania.
Tania rolled into the fetal position, her arms crossed around her injured tits. Candi sat back, then laid back. She was panting hard, gasping for air, her own chest heaving. Tania’s boyfriend rushed to his lady’s side and I went to Candi. Candi was having trouble breathing and I told her to rest. I was amazed that she had won. Tania’s boyfriend helped her off the mat, with Tania’s arm around his shoulders, because she was still out of it, blood running down her abdomen. I helped Candi off the mat, her arm around my shoulder, because she was gasping for air and had twisted her ankle when Tania threw her down.
I brought Candi to a ratty couch where she could sit down and recover. When her breathing normalized a bit, she asked for a cigarette and I helped her light up. My girl had earned it. She was a first round winner! Her chest and neck were beet red and bruised, and her ankle might have been sprained, but she had won her first fight!
Attached are a couple of pics of how Candi's tits were bruised after the fight.
