"If you didn’t have that sports car you wouldn’t be whinging about never having enough money.".
And if you didn’t have that bike and all the biker club stuff we would have enough”
Jenn if you hadn’t fucked up and got on probation the club would have got you a job- you had one till you lost your debt collectors license. And whose fault was that- you lost a fight, then you had to go and fight in the cells. You got on probation.’
“Yeah all my fault isn’t it?” I didn’t have much to say- Will was right. But he was the one who spent the money. We never had enough, our jobs paid poorly and I was paying my course fees at junior college so I could get a better job with more money. But in the meantime we were always on our last dollars
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. Well I'm tired of it, Jenn - you can find some way of getting some more money or come live with me or we are through…" How often we had an argument like that, and looking back I must admit Will was right. But at the same time, I guess I knew then he wasn’t the sort of man I wanted to spend my life with and I know now that he too realised that and it made him miserable. He went on, "There is one way you can pick up some more money." He looked at me intently.
"No! Will I am not ring fighting again.”
"Well then, why have you been doing all that martial arts training if you’re not going to fight? It’s yet more money you wasted. Anyway, I know you like brawling, you tell me you always did."
"I don’t like being beaten to a pulp!"
"That just means you have to win. I know the Amazon club rang you last week about another fight. Some English woman isn’t it?"
"Will, just forget it – ok?" Exasperated I started to do some housework. and changed the subject, "Will, do you want to go out tomorrow night?"
“Yeah” let’s go to McDonalds, its about all we have money for.” He wouldn’t let go.
The next day was the same. I got home from work and he was still nagging about fighting. This time he had a different tack, he reminded me how we met, when I had trashed that old pro fighting bitch in the club. And then he suggested we could go out to the Amazon Stadium, “after all you get in free there.” I knew what he was doing, even watching fights was a turn on and there would be some of my fans there. We went and I watched a couple of fights, chatted and had a good night. That is till we got home. I was so horny, so aroused by watching the fights. I was all over Will in the car, giving him a hand job as he was driving. Then the bastard told me he was sleeping on the sofa till I agreed to fight. After a few days I gave in.
All the next week I trained every spare moment. Will didn’t get any anyway. I was too busy and too tired when I got home after work, class and gym.
"Look, Jenn - enough is enough – you’ve been whining all the way here. Cut your protests, if you didn’t want to be here you wouldn’t be. And I know you too well- you’re excited. You’re all hot for this," Will said as he parked the car.
He was right but there was no way I was going to admit it. "Leave me alone while I go and get ready," I pouted at Will. Once again I walked in the private entrance of the club and past one of the attendants who muttered "Better luck this time. I did $100 on you last time – you had better win tonight."
After getting ready, I walked out of the change rooms, hearing the buzz of an excited crowd and glancing round saw that the place was packed - you’d think people would get their kicks some other way! Ah well at least I get paid for this. I stepped into the ring in a new purple bikini identical to the one I had worn the last time. That same plump redhead referee was reciting the rules, telling people that there were no rules apart from no eye-gouging and that there would be no rounds – instead it was a fight to the finish.
I looked at my opponent as she climbed up and into the ring and as the referee announced her. "Jenn’s challenger is all the way from England, please welcome Janet K Brown who stands five foot six tall and weighs in at 125 pounds!" Looking at this ‘Janet’, I was a little surprised to see that she had a shaven head; it made her look tough in a rough and common way and her cheap and certainly not new simple black bikini didn’t improve her appearance much either.
I walked towards her, my hand outstretched to shake Janet’s in the traditional way but the bitch lashed out instead with a high kick by her right leg towards my knee. Startled I jumped back and the kick just grazed my leg. Before she could react, I grabbed her still airborne foot, pulling it up and up with my outstretched hand till the cheating bitch was stretched almost in two. Leaning back and clinging to the ropes behind her with her hands, the cow kicked high with her other foot, momentarily leaving the floor totally, and sending it toward my jaw. But the kick, cunning though it was, could not be well aimed from where Janet was - in mid air- and I dodged it and pushed the leg I was holding higher and higher raising it above my shoulder. The cheating bitch shrieked as she found her body being angled up and that she couldn’t get either foot back on the ground. Rather then being a stationary (if hardly sitting) target for my attack she let go of the ropes, crashing to the mat on her back, but taking most of the sting out by slapping the canvas with both hands.
Triumphantly I took a step forward and crunched my foot into her face but, as my limb came down, she grabbed my ankle with both hands, pulled me away from her face and, still clutching my foot began to twist it around. I violently shook my leg, trying to free my foot to get it clear of the cow’s hands but was compelled at least for the moment to turn in the direction she wanted or have my ankle twisted off. She held onto the leg and kept twisting while she shot her own leg out in an attempt to sweep my remaining foot off the ground. I dodged but had to grab at the ropes for balance myself. Taking my weight on my arms I kicked out with that free leg at Janet’s hands shouting, "Drop it bitch! Let me go!" As my kick connected she grunted in pain and – thank god – my kick made her let go of my foot on which I was able to stand while she rolled m backwards across the mat away from me before trying to get to her feet. Anticipating her movement, I pushed back on the ropes with my body and using them as a springboard from I hurled myself onto Janet as she clambered upright crying out "Yee hah!" as I smashed into her sending her sprawling, knocked backwards into the ropes behind her.
As I closed in on her, she lashed out with a foot trying to push me off. Retreating a step or two so that her kick fell short, I then leaped at her, kicking out at Janet’s body as it leant on the ropes. There was a crunch as my foot connected and I kicked again almost immediately. I heard the satisfying whoosh of air expelled from her lungs as she doubled up almost sitting on the middle rope, trying to slide away to my right to escape. I moved forward for what I hoped would be the kill, grabbing at Janet’s leg, attempting to pull her down to the mat. Instead, Janet, grabbed at the top rope behind her with both her hands for support. With me still pulling her forward by the one leg I was holding, she smashed out at my face with the heel of her other leg. My nose burst blood. Shrieking with pain I let go of the foot and staggered back, bent over and clutching at my face . She stood upright and followed me, grabbing at my hair, pulling me partly upright again and slapping at my face. ‘Jesus,’ I thought , ‘she really is a stupid bitch - all she cares about is trying to inflict needless and pointless pain! I need to think, plan and attack.’ Looking at her open stance, I seized the initiatives to kick out at her unprotected groin and felt my foot connect with a satisfying crunch but alas she had twisted as the kick came in and she had taken it on the inner thigh rather than its target right between her legs.
The attack didn’t do much to stop the bitch but it must have concentrated her mind for she seized my throat with her left hand and slid her right between my legs, ‘Jenn, she wants to lift and slam you but she wont,’ I thought. I slipped back, clutched at the rope with one hand so as to break my fall, then with my other hand clawed at her face while also kicking with one leg at her body. Both my blows connected and the bitch staggered back, one of her hands pressed to her cheek, the other just below her right breast where my foot had landed. For the first time the bitch was looking worried, taking time to recover which suited me just fine as I needed to catch my breath too!
‘Well, try something different, Jenn,’ I muttered. As Janet started to move towards me again, I grabbed the ropes behind me with both hands and as Janet moved into range, I kicked both my legs high in the air. Only supported by the ropes, I managed to wrap both my legs round Janet’s neck and then dropped to the canvas seeking to drag Janet to the mat as well. I saw her trying to hold her balance and attempt to pull my legs off her neck, but she failed and fell forwards dragged down by my weight. As she fell, I twisted my body to one side forcing her to fall the same way and, at the same time, I tightened my leg hold, trying to choke the bitch. Then as she staggered, her body doubled up, her head about level with her knees I changed tactics and reached with my hands for her crotch, trying to flip her body up and so make her land on her head on the mat.
It didn’t work completely but she did crash down heavily on her side and for a minute lay there dazed. I released my legs from the recumbent Janet, got to my knees and, after rolling her onto her back, straddled her with my favourite move grabbing one of her arms and pinning it beneath one knee then reached for the other one so as to hold her in the classic schoolgirl grip. Before I could get her second hand she punched me on the jaw. I reeled back from the blow but renewed my effort to seize Janet’s hand and pin it. She bucked and heaved trying to toss me off but although I had to abandon my grip on that elusive hand of hers, I managed to stay aboard her as I again tried to recapture her hand but before I could she punched my face several times with it. My nose was a mess. ‘But I can win! I can smash this English slut!’ I defended myself against her punches then started to bounce hard on her belly. Once, twice, three times and with each landing I heard the gratifying whoosh of air from her lungs.
She was weakening now I could tell her struggles were fading, that she was trying more to breath than to fight me off. "Time for you to go down whore!" I shouted and renewed the attempt to grab her hands. This time I succeeded with one and pinned it again beneath my knee. I reached for the other once more using both hands to try to seize it. She struggled weakly a look of desperation showing in her eyes. At last I seized her remaining arm, held it, pinned it down so that then I had both arms now held tightly under my knees. The helpless bitch glared up at me. I ripped at her black bikini, pulling it away from her body, exposing her boobs to the crowd before waving the tattered material in the air. “Give in bitch?" I cackled as I looked at her breasts that had that firmness and somewhat false silhouette of silicon implants.
She swallowed hard, her face reddening up. "Yeah, I give," she muttered dejectedly.
Smiling, I released my grip and stood to the cheers of the crowd. Turning, I raised my arms in victory and drank in their adoration, thinking about how Will would be pleased with the money that my ‘work’ this evening had brought in…
But then the whore grabbed my hair from behind and dropped her bikini top over my head, wrapping it around my neck. She pulled it hard, twisted it and proceeded to garrotte me with the cheap cotton. I choked, fell backward my body crashing to the mat but my head was held in the air by the bikini. I clawed with my arms at Janet’s hands and body for release. The bitch stood behind me, bent over slightly at the waist so as to reach me, her breasts free and exposed just above me. Desperately I banged my head backwards and upwards into Janet’s belly as hard as possible. My blood roared in my ears. I clawed at Janet’s breasts with my nails. She gasped but tightened the bikini still further. I tried to head butt again, the fingers of one hand ripping at Janet’s breasts, the other trying desperately to get between the bikini top and my windpipe, to try to free it.
This time it worked. The cheating bitch squealed as my nails tore her tit flesh. My hand slipped under the bikini top. I tugged and slammed my head back into her gut. She groaned and I tugged again. And then the bikini came away in my hand. I got to my feet. I was too dazed to do much for a moment except defend myself from the now topless whore’s attack. I dodged her punches and stayed out of her grasp.
Suddenly I darted in. My fists slammed into her tits. She groaned. I hit her again. She groaned again. I slammed punches in, she was weakening, her defence dropped. This time I was going to destroy her. I pounded away at her tits. I slammed my knee into her gut. She doubled over, right into the path of my rising right fist. It connected with her chin, Her head was flung back. I slammed my knee into her gut again. She slumped to her knees. I tugged at her hair hauling her up to her feet. I slammed my knee in agan and let her go, flinging her back onto the ropes. I kneed her in the belly once more.
She fell forwards and lay still on the mat. I stepped upto her planting my foot on the sluts’ back.
The referee stepped forward. “Its over Peccavi, and you need to get oout of the ring, the main match is due to start in a few. “
I walked out leaving someone else to take the trash.
loosely based on an old fight with the wonderful Janet Brown who now writes for other boards
