THE GRAND FINAL
It was the big day. For one month, the international match of underground clubs, have been fighting for supremacy. How the organizers have got to fill the big fighting theater with women anxious for sex and violence without the police taking notice was a mystery for us.
The organization was perfect, a big old exhibitions center long time abandoned had been filled up with chairs around a ring, a locker room and showers on a lateral area, parking space sufficient for about three hundred women who paid top Euros to attend the quite illegal tournament and a big bar on one side of the main room. Most of the participants were lesbians or bisexual women recruited thru advertising in gyms of several countries, some hetero too, and many of them with a history of fighting in various styles, from “elegant” pro wrestling to brutal catfights.
The finalists: “Redhead” Sharon, an Irish 5’9” tall, 160 lbs, 42c-30-40, luxurious red bush; and Shu, a Chinese whose name means ‘sweet and gentle’, 5’10”, 162 lbs, 40d-29.42 and a selvatic black bush. I knew by personal experience that Shu was all but sweet and gentle in the ring. She had beaten me badly in our fight which decided she was going to be finalist instead of me. She won me also in sexual terms, making me cum first and straddling me afterwards, obliging me to lick her smelly and sweaty pussy as a sign of victory until she came in my mouth. As Sharon had done with her previous opponent, a beautiful and combative black woman from South Africa, who, in spite of her skills both physical and sexual, was beaten and humiliated by the spectacular and sexy Irish.
Evidently, the South African black and myself made the victory of Sharon and Shu very difficult. The marks and gashes on their beautiful bodies made clear they had suffered a painful punishment.
The South African called Lesedi (which means “light” was not light at all, but a heavy muscular and quite brutal woman) made the Irish’s victory a painful path. As I must add, she did it for me in the fight for the third place. It had been a lot of time I hadn’t suffered so much in a fight. We were both brutal and sexual at the same time, since besides the punches and kicks, our fingers penetrated our cxnts brutally (we came twice during the fight). My body was sore and hurting for the whole next day but I got the third place in the championship and her body in my bed the next day.
I am not going to tell in detail my semifinal fight with Shu, but it took her one full hour of attacks and counterattacks to submit me and straddle my face in victory. Her cum was like a syrup on my face and mouth.
But back to the final.
The place was packed and a loud roar erupted when the two champions appeared in different corners of the ring. The red robe on the Chinese and the black on the Irish were off soon and their great bodies were brilliant of some oil and beautifully sensual. They came to the center and were told the rules, not many and frequently not respected. Then, back to their corners to start flexing muscles in such a sensual manner than the women around started screaming and cheering them. I was wondering what they were thinking. After all the championship they have fought and hurt, their marks witness of the hard road to the final. But it was evident that their adrenaline and their exhaustive training made them ready to fight as they stared at each other from their corners.
Finally, the signal to start.
They were too expert and knew each other too well to launch a direct attack. They knew well they had a terribly difficult opponent after many days of fighting with others. They approached each other carefully, arms extended, slightly crouched, circling… And then, Shu left leg rotated and her right foot launched a terrorific kick to Sharon’s face. The Irish simply sidestepped in the last microsecond and answered with a kick between the legs of the Chinese who avoided it barely and got Sharon’s foot on her side. They stepped back, looked at each other and this time attacked simultaneously. The two powerful bodies crashed savagely with a thud… Both screamed with pain but grabbed the other by neck and waist and started her power test fight. They struggled for a few minutes until Sharon seemed to lose pace, her knees doubled and… for Shu’s surprise, Sharon let herself fall on her back, with one foot on the Chinese belly and Shu found herself flying over head first against one of the turnbuckles… Sharon smiled and started kicking viciously the fallen Chinese, who rolled over and screamed once and again. It looked like the end of the fight was close. Suddenly, in one of the kicks, a hand of Shu’s grabbed one of Sharon’s ankles like a claw, the Irish girl tripped and almost fell. With incredible speed, Shu got on her knees and launched her forehead hard against Sharon’s lower belly. She screamed and doubled over, grabbing her belly. With a athletic jump, Shu crossed her legs around Sharon’s neck, flexed her arms on the canvas and stamped the Irish woman body down with a loud thud. Sharon screamed, Shu kept the scissor around the neck and started to claw viciously her fingernails in Sharon’s tits, that soon showed redish marks. Sharon struggled to be free, but the Chinese strong thighs were like pliers around her neck and her fingers were deep on her breasts. But Sharon was not in the Final by chance. She had resources and decision. And her hands free, maybe a mistake on Shu’s part. Her nails were like small knives when she clawed the two hands in the inside of Shu’s thighs close to where the Chinese was squeezing her neck. Immediately blood erupted from ten deep scratches and Shu screamed and relaxed her pressure instinctively. Sharon fists slammed together in her lower belly, a brutal punch who brought a new scream from her opponent and Shu rolled over, as far as possible from the Irish fighter. Sharon breathed deeply to recover from the enormous pressure she had suffered and finally both started to get on their feet painfully. Sharon tits and Shu’s thighs were bleeding when they confronted each other again. Respect, hate and lust were in their eyes when they attacked simultaneously, accompanied by a roar of the spectators. They clinched, the sweaty arms around their necks and started punching brutally with the other hand tits and bellies. The sound of the thuds was loud and the groans of both women at each blow were echoed by the scream of dozens of throats around them. Their bodies were brilliant with sweat and their body smells were strong and musky, sexual even, since their cxnts oozed juices.
For a long time, they struggled and punched around the ring, always clinched, pushing and pulling, bouncing on the ropes, bleeding and sweating, grunting like animals at each punch and each scratching, breathing laboriously. They seemed to get tired and hurt but they endured pain and tiredness in their drive to win at all costs. It was a kind of dramatic atmosphere in the public. We were watching two amazons, two brutal warriors, decided to win, maybe even to kill for the victory.
The referee, a big strong woman, stopped suddenly the fight, separating the fighters. They were probably internally grateful for the respite, while the woman started examining carefully their injured bodies, the bleeding parts, the hematomes. Sharon was looking intently into Shu’s eyes, and the Chinese stared back at her. Someone would have liked to read their thoughts. “She is beautiful and strong, but I am better, I will win”, Sharon was thinking. “This beautiful bitch is harder than I expected, but I will submit her and make her eat my cxnt”, were the Chinese’s wicked thoughts.
After a while, the two fighters pushed the referee aside and launched a new simultaneous attack. Their bodies were on the air, flying onto the other, feet first. Shu feet crashed on Sharon’s jaw, sending the Irish to the mat, while the Irish’s feet impacted on the Chinese belly and she was launched against the ropes, where she rebounded and with the impulse she landed with her feet on the redhead belly and face. Sharon screamed and defensively she launched a kick which got the Chinese hard between the legs. Shu screamed in agony, falling ono her knees with her hands on her crotch, looking at the referee with tears, hoping she would declare the kick illegal. The referee, miraculously, was probably the only one who hadn’t see it. Sharon got on her feet fast, grabbed Shu’s neck and launched her over her body on her back to the mat, where the big Chinese rolled screaming in pain. Sharon reached over, grabbed her long hair and got Shu on her wobbly feet, only to launch her on the air and again on her back with a loud thump. She repeated that for three more times until in the fourth she pulled Shu close to one of the turnbuckles and banged her head several times on it, until the Chinese slided to a sitting position on the mat, practically groggy. Sharon got Shu’s arms around one of the ropes and grabbed her wrists under, immobilizing the Chinese upper body effectively. Then she pressed her sweaty crotch on Shu’s face, passed he rown legs around the turnbuckle and started asfixiating a totally groggy Shu while grinding her hairy pussy on her face feeling she would cum soon, as she did. A defeated Shu, who knowing her defeat was enjoying Sharon pussy taste, only a few minutes later fainted, her body limp and her face red from lack of air.
The Irish had won, she lifted her arms in victory, with tears in her beautiful eyes, while the crowd yelled and bellowed, screaming her name. Someone was taking care of the defeated Shu who was retired on a stretcher while Sharon jumped around, happy and victorious, while several of her friends, including me, went up to the ring to kiss and hug her sweaty and bruised body.
She was crowned international champion.
(It was rumoured that later in the night, a recovered and fit Shu appeared in her hotel room and they had another kind of fight, less painful and greatly pleasant)
