[PeachPit]

Ladies and gentlemen,  I have decided to bring back the Peach Pit stories.  This time instead of focusing on a tournament as a whole but rather individual stories that surrounds the Peach Pit.  Think of this new edition as watching a collection of episodes that resemble the Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, and Tales from the Crypt only this one features foxing fighting.

So without further adeau, let's roll tape!

Showtime After Hours Intro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7ypnDS6210


Showtime After Hours Presentation

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTGPUR-vxEI




Karen Love




vs


Adrian Love







Friday

As the cameraman swooped in front of her field of vision for the third time, Karen started a countdown in her head. One. Two. Three.

"So let's talk about your debut  album Hot Fire," The Film Director was saying, while the band sat opposite him were still grinning from their last scripted joke. Just in front of Karen, the Director wordlessly directed the cameraman to move in closer.

Nine. Ten. Eleven.

Karen wasn't listening to the Director’s reply. She could have read the band's behind the scenes script if she really wanted to know. She gazed around the set, eyeing each of the production crew in turn - so many people all focused on one idle conversation, between a Film Director and a band no one had heard of – the Director only knew their name from the clipboard he was holding.

Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

One of them, probably the drummer, was doing some strange joke where he would beat the lead singer's head like maracas, while The Director chuckled. It was always like this with the lesser known bands - anything to make a spectacle, anything to get people to watch and pay attention to them.

Thirty-Seven. Thirty-Eight. Thirty-Ni-

"Karen - coffees," the producer hissed in her ear. Karen left without a word.

Thirty-nine seconds - a bit longer than usual. Usually they didn't make it thirty seconds from the opening close-up shot without sending her on the coffee run.

She checked her phone once outside the set without really paying attention to what she was seeing. On mornings like these it was always difficult to get out of auto-pilot mode. She'd made the trip to the Starbucks opposite the studio enough times now not to really have to think about it.

All the same, she did try to hurry on the way back. The producers might look for  her ninety per cent of the time, but they were more than capable of being very focused when annoyed, and nothing annoyed them quite like lukewarm coffee.

Someone was coming the other way. They were still quite a way off when, with a small jolt, she recognized them as the guitarist The Film Directorhad just been interviewing, and suddenly Karen felt almost nervous. She was used to seeing famous people of course - she was once a runner on a popular chat show after all - but she never got to actually interact with them.

She smiled brightly at the guy as they passed each other, even pushing out her chest a little without realizing it (not that it made much difference - her small chest was a source of perpetual annoyance), but she needn't have bothered. The guitarist walked right past her, ignoring her completely.

Why was she surprised?

With the coffees delivered, Karen could get back to the oh-so vital work that running entailed. That was, seeing to the various needs of the actually important members of the crew.

Lunchtime could not come quick enough.

The cafeteria was pretty busy by the time Karen got there, which didn't help her worsening mood. It took her a while to find her friends, and when she did the three of them were deep in conversation with two people she didn't recognise. She took her seat next to Paul.

"Nine o' clock then? Is there a dress code or anything?" Paul was saying to the newcomers. He looked excited about something, but then he was easily excitable. Paul had worked there as long as Karen had, and managed to make the dreary job much more bearable for her.

Kirsty was shaking her head meaningfully, from her seat opposite Paul. He seemed to take some meaning, and fell silent.

"Are you guys going out tonight?" asked Karen. She could do with a night out - it had been far too long. And if Paul was going...

"No no, we were just talking about... something else," Kirsty reassured her with an unconvincing smile. Karen did like Kirsty - at least, she was alright to be around - but she could be very patronising. Maybe it came of being so aware of how attractive she was; tall, with long blonde hair and a model's physique, she could sometimes come across as a bit superior. Karen was by no means unattractive herself. People usually called her 'petite' but she never knew if that was meant as a compliment or not. Either way, Karen was short, thin, and next to Kirsty, usually unnoticed.

"Come on, don't be silly, I heard you," Karen pressed. She turned to Diana, sat opposite her. She could trust Diana. "Where are you going?"

Diana looked around at the others. The two newcomers were both smiling by now. They were both guys, and only now did Karen recognise them as support crew for the band.

"Well..." Diana began.

"C'mon, let the blonde chick come along!" one of them chipped in.

"It's really not your kind of thing Karen, don't worry about it," said Kirsty. Karen opened her mouth to protest, but Kirsty was too fast. "Paul how are your Italian classes coming along?" she asked Paul, a mischievous warmth returning to her eyes that was only for Paul. Karen wasn't sure if that annoyed her more than the forcible change of conversation.

"Ah man, you speak Italian?" asked the other band supporter. "My Dad's half Italian!"

And with that, the conversation had moved on.

Karen sulked silently throughout lunch, speaking when spoken to but otherwise ignoring her friends. Why didn't they want her to come out with them? Clearly she was going to get nowhere with them all together like this, but individually maybe she could get to the bottom of this.

The afternoon beckoned, and with it three and a half more hours of work. Luckily for her new mission, most of Karen's work for what remained of Friday involved ferrying documents to and from the set. If she could only track down Diana and Paul, she knew she could wheedle the truth from them. That might be trickier than it sounded though - Paul worked in a completely different building on some news show and Diana, still pretty new, was usually kept confined to the set she was working on.

Luckily for her, the newbies also got more breaks. It was barely three o' clock when Karen saw Diana smoking outside.

"Hey Di!" Karen beamed. Diana at least looked pleased to see her. Say what you wanted about Diana, but she was at least genuine about everything she did. It was a shame she didn't do better when it came to dating but, well, she could stand to lose a little weight.

Karen listened patiently to her story about her afternoon from hell, and as soon as an opening came up launched straight into it with no pretence.

"So where are you guys going tonight?" she asked, feigning playful indifference as though she couldn't really care less if she found out or not.

Diana's face fell. "Oh, it's nothing really," she said quietly. "I mean like Kirsty said, it isn't really your thing. Probably, I mean."

"Tell me! How will I know unless you tell me what it is?"

"Kirsty... Kirsty kind of said we shouldn't tell you. She said you'd only freak out. I'm sorry!" she added, seeing her obvious look of annoyance.

"Fine. If I'd 'only freak out' after all..." And with that she swept back inside, happy to note Diana was looking slightly guilty.

She was more than a little suspicious now. What event could be so bad that she'd be appalled to even hear about it? And why were her supposed friends being so cagey?

To make matters worse she didn't see Paul for the rest of the shift - her last hope at finding out. She even started looking out for Kirsty by the end, though she knew she had no chance there.

All things considered, Karen was feeling pretty miserable by the time she was ready to walk out. Her friends were essentially abandoning her to go have fun without her and she had absolutely no idea why. Maybe they really did just find her boring.

"Hey Karen," came Paul's voice. She hadn't even noticed that she was about to walk right past him and Kirsty, who looked to have been deep in conversation by the door when Karen arrived.

"Hello," she replied. There was a silence. Evidently whatever they had been talking about wasn't for Karen's ears. "I don't suppose," she began for one last time, "that there's any chance of you telling me where you're going tonight is there?"

Kirsty looked pained, as though Karen was wounding her simply by not letting this drop. Paul on the other hand, was smiling.

"Oh go on, she might enjoy it you know!" he said.

"Paul..."

"And you won't tell anyone, will you Karen?" he said to her.

"What? No, I guess not. Just tell me!"

Kirsty sighed. But since Paul had turned, Karen knew she would give in.

"Ok, we're going to... well I guess it's sort of like a WIlD barbaric MMA fight, deep  within the caverns of Lovelock Cave

"A MMA fight?" replied Karen incredulously. She didn't know what it was she had expected but it was most certainly not that.

"Oh it’s as wicked and extreme as it get, girl vs girl action. Apparently they hold the matches underneath. Have you ever been to old Horeshoe Cave as a kid? Well it’s all retrofitted to look like all Ancient Gladitorial and shit ? Kyle said he could get us in..."

"Kyle, from the band?" asked Karen, at a loss for anything else to say.

"Yes but it's really off the grid and so you can't tell anyone!" Kirsty insisted.

"You mean it's illegal?"

"No! It's just, well it's meant to be a bit raunchy, bit violent, and it's just easier if not many people know about it. It's meant to be pretty wild," she said, her eyes lighting up just talking about it. Classic Kirsty - anything to appear exotic and extreme.

Karen bit her lip. Privately she completely agreed with Kirsty, that it wasn't her sort of thing at all. 'Raunchy' girl on girl no holds barred fights in a underground cave? But she'd spent so much time harassing them to find out what it was...

"So, you coming?" asked Paul. Karen hesitated. Paul was smiling while Kirsty was watching her apprehensively, as though afraid she was about to run off in horror and start telling everyone.

"Sure!"

***

It was 8pm. If she didn't leave soon she was going to be late - the six of them were supposed to be meeting in Downtown Reno in half an hour.

Karen looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't been sure what the dress code for underground quasi-illegal blood sports was, if there was one, but she wanted to look as good as possible. She'd gone for her standard black, tight-fitting dress - it accentuated her slim figure well, but no dress in the world could make her cleavage be anything other than just about noticeable. She'd stopped caring about that mostly. Her short blonde hair framed her pale, heart-shaped face nicely - though the lipstick could do with touching up.

She didn't know why she was so nervous. Well, there was the obvious strangeness of the event she was going to, but it wasn't that. Every so often the image of Paul smiling and asking her to come along came into her head. With Kirsty on his arm...

Now she really had to go.

She called a taxi with barely any time to spare, and it was twenty to nine by the time she spotted her friends sitting outside a bar. Looks she would be skipping pre-drinks then.

"Sorry I'm late!" she said, to announce her arrival. Kirsty had been deep in conversation with the two guys from the band - she had almost expected them to be dressed in some outrageous attire, but they had both gone for fairly standard, smart looking shirts. Kirsty on the other hand seemed to have wanted to look as slutty as possible - her dress was very short, very revealing, and showed off her substantial cleavage.

"That's alright, we've still got a few minutes," said Diana, smiling. She and Paul had been talking when Karen arrived, and Diana moved along to make room. Diana at least had dressed sensibly.

"Looking forward to tonight Karen?" asked Paul mischievously. She forced a laugh.

"I guess? I'm still not really sure what it is we're going to see. “Sort of MMA, sort of No Holds barred” doesn't really explain much."

"It's supposed to be a kind of tournament isn't it?" said Diana. One of the other guys, Karen supposed he must be 'Kyle,' looked around at this.

"Well, it's time to see for yourself," he said, getting to his feet as they all went toward the black hummer. He looked very pleased with himself, and led the way down the road, with his friend. Kirsty stayed by their side along the way, and Karen, Paul and Diana followed behind.

"You look really nice tonight!" Diana told her as they followed along. Karen was sure she was only feeling guilty about hiding the truth from her that afternoon, but she appreciated the compliment nonetheless. Kirsty meanwhile, was giggling loudly ahead of them.

"Oh come on! What's wrong with being roadies? That's what you are isn't it?" she was saying. Kyle and his friend laughed along, protesting amiably. Kirsty brushed her hand along Kyle's arm. Did Karen imagine it, or did she shoot the briefest glance back at the three of them behind her? Paul was certainly staring at Kirsty now, with a slight frown on his face.

If only Karen could make people jealous that easily, she thought with a sigh.

Horse Shoe Cave was ahead of them now. It had been a big deal a few years ago with major , but time had not been kind to it. A string of arrests, crackdowns, and changing of owners, combined with the surrounding area going downhill, had meant that it had become increasingly derelict. While still technically open, it rarely did much business. In fact Karen barely even knew about it, having only briefly heard of it featured in online stories a few years ago but shrugged it off as fantasy.

It certainly looked like a dump now. And yet, there was a steady stream of people heading for it - not to the old main entrance by the hillside church by the highway, but down the undisclosed road path. Even surrounded by five people, Karen felt uneasy going down here. But, Kyle seemed to know what he was doing, and none of her friends showed any apprehension.

There was a bouncer waiting by the side door, barely visible from the main street but impossible to ignore now they were here.

"Hey Mike, there's six of us tonight," said Kyle's friend. The bouncer looked over us, frowning slightly. He was not a small man, and even this slight scrutiny made Karen feel uncomfortable. This had never seemed like less of a good idea.

"They new?" asked the bouncer.

"Yeah, but they're cool," answered Kyle. The bouncer looked at them all individually, still frowning. Karen winced when he got to her - she was sure he spent longer with her than the others - but eventually he stood aside to let them in.  They were then escorted inside a  narrow cave entrance that led to a service elevator area where a service operator with armed guard escorted them  as  it went down.

The smell of stale alcohol hit them straight away, and as soon as they were inside they could hear the muffled sounds of a crowd from somewhere within. Kyle took them down the stairs that greeted them in the entrance, and into a dimly lit bar.

"Drinks?" he asked with a sly grin. He seemed unconcerned at the grotty state of the bar, or the shady appearance of the few people occupying said bar. They were mostly men.

"Definitely," said Kirsty, and made her own way over. Five minutes later, they were all clutching cold bottles of something or other. No one else seemed to be as confused as Karen felt - what was so special about this place? She could still hear the murmur of a crowd from somewhere, but this dingy bar was not what she had had in mind.

"It's through there," said Kyle, noticing her look of bewilderment and pointing to another door beside the bar. "But it's a nightmare getting booze once inside so we may as well fill up now!"

Karen smiled back politely in response, and took another sip of her vodka and lemonade. She had a feeling she was going to need a lot more by night's end. Was it too late to just make some excuse and leave? She knew this would confirm everything her friends probably thought about her - plain, boring Karen, who couldn't handle anything outside of her comfort zone. A particularly loud but muffled cheer from the distant crowd interrupted her thoughts.

"Ooh what does that mean?" asked Kirsty, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"It means, that a match is just starting I think," said Kyle. He downed the remainder of his drink. "Which is excellent timing! This way."

Karen followed the rest of them, through the door, and along yet another corridor. The crowd was much louder now, and as soon as Kyle opened a last set of doors, the full din of what must have been hundreds of people washed over her.

The room looked like an actual, in door roman gladiatorial stadium inside a horseshoe cave. There were seats and benches all around it, in a circular pattern around a central stage - the back ones were even raised. The room itself was much bigger than Karen had imagined. It looked like several walls had been knocked through to make it. But after registering all this, what drew the eye immediately was the central stage itself. Fenced off from the spectators was a brightly lit pit, occupied by two bare. As the group tried to find seats, the two women were circling each other, while the crowd occasionally shouted encouragements at them.

"Sit down," hissed Kirsty. Karen jumped - she had been staring dumbly at the spectacle without moving, and hastily took a seat next to Diana. The room felt quite claustrophobic, despite its size, but when the action started it was easy to forget that.


One of the girls




suddenly lunged at the other - small, athletic, and with jet black hair,



she moved very fast, but her opponent, a somewhat thicker girl with short brown hair, did not fold as her attacker seemed to expect, but instead she landed a sidekick right on her belly . It was at this point that Karen noticed that the surface they were fighting on was soft and  sandy, which apparently made it difficult to maintain balance. The black-haired girl scrambled to her feet with her scantily clad body shimmering and glistening.

"See? It's just light fighting nothing serious," said Diana beside her, apparently unfazed by the debauchery. Karen said nothing, but carried on staring. She had not expected this.

The black-haired girl continued to pace around her rival, who looked thoroughly amused. She seemed to be taunting the girl, but her words were lost in the drunken shouting of the onlookers. Another bold charge, and this time the brown-haired girl side-stepped with surprising agility, causing the attacker to topple and land face first in the sand with a sweep kickThe crowd roared with laughter. The bigger girl even placed a foot on her opponent's back, as if in mock triumph after sending several knees down into it pummeling it much to the satisfaction as the crowd.

This seemed to genuinely incense the black-haired girl, who spun around and grabbed the leg. Her opponent seemed briefly off-balance,  the two briefly struggled, but the black-haired girl could not catch a break at all, and soon her arms were pinned behind her back. Her hair was ruffled playfully, and she looked very frustrated. The black gal grabbing onto her legs pressing down adding a lot of weight and pressure into her back

"Give up?" shouted the brown-haired girl, loud enough even for Karen to hear at the back. The girl shook her head, pleading, and screaming to the intense delight of the crowd. As soon as she heard this, a loud pop occured and the brown haired gal fell on her face and shaked uncontrollably.

Karen's mouth fell open. The girl's naked breasts and body  were on show to everyone, and while she didn't exactly seem happy about this, no one seemed to be freaking out in the slightest. Indeed, the whole crowd was going wild, cheering and whistling. The brown-haired girl released her, and  got up to her feet, and headed behind her as the cage doors open to the locker room.

What exactly was this? Karen looked at her friends in horror, a horror they didn't seem to share. Diana was looking on with a pleasant smile, as though this were some exotic curiosity on a tourist trail. Kirsty was grinning and clapping - anything to show she could be 'one of the guys.' And Paul was grinning stupidly at the spectacle. Diana seemed to notice her staring.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[PeachPit]

"This is so cool!" she said.

"It's pornographic!" replied Karen. She looked around at the crowd again, fired up and noisy, and felt rather uncomfortable.

Another deafening roar from the crowd - even Kirsty and Paul cheered. A man walked onto the stage just as the brown-haired girl was physically picking up her opponent.

"Let's hear it for THE WOLF!" the referee shouted. The brown-haired girl, who Karen supposed was meant to be the Wolf, was carrying her opponent off on her shoulders in one last humiliating display, disappearing into double doors at the other end of the ring.

Karen still couldn't quite process what she'd just seen. She had no idea such things existed! Was she really the only one who thought this was obscene?

"You alright there, sugar?" asked Kyle, apparently off to get another round of drinks. Karen suddenly felt silly - was her anxiety so obvious from her expression?

"Yeah... Yeah of course - just not what I was expecting. Is it always... like this?"

"Sometimes it can a get bit... raunchy," he replied with a wry smile. Karen didn't press him for details.

There was a steady stream of people heading through to the bar, in what was apparently an interval before the next match. She stayed quietly in her seat. Paul and Kirsty were talking animatedly about something which Karen was doing her best to ignore, and Diana tried to start a conversation a few times, but Karen wasn't really paying attention. She kept replaying the match she'd just seen in her head - the brutal depravity of it, the way the crowd had cheered lecherously at that poor girl being tortured. She wondered what it must feel like to have so many people watching you struggle around naked like that, shouting names at you as you fought. She shivered.

It was at least half an hour before the next match. She had been so focused on replaying the last one that she'd completely forgotten there was going to be another until she saw the Announcer stride out into the middle of the ring. Two women followed him, just as bare breasted as  last time.

"Ladies and gentleman, please welcome to the ring our next set of contestants, battling it out for tonight's star prize - three thousand dollars!" The crowd roared on cue, and only now did Karen see that one of the two was the same winner from last time, The Wolf.



Her long brown hair was tied back again now, but she looked just as confident as ever. Her opponent looked quite unfazed, and was staring around at the audience with a voluptuous smile. Her hair was brown, and her frame was taller but curvier.



LaRouge


"I give you - The Wolf, and LaRouge!" More shouts, more cheers, and the two women drifted to opposite ends of the arena  as the referee retreated to one side. Through the din, Karen could just make out a whistle, and then it all began.

Even knowing what to expect, Karen could still scarcely believe that this was a real event, and not the set of some porn snuff film. The two fighters charged at the same time and throw punch after punch as they lock up. They seemed somewhat more evenly matched, though 'LaRouge' still seemed to be struggling to make her height advantage work. Their grappling degenerated into mere rolling around. The Wolf made her first attempt at attempting to choke LaRouge , but failed as her opponent pushed her face away and let her prey get away instead.

Karen kept looking away to survey the faces in the audience from time to time, at the hundreds of pairs of eyes utterly focused on the depraved scene before them.

The same scene repeated over and over - they would run at each other,  exchange in a wild fury of kicks and punches, both covering up , grapple around for a little, then break off, each time a little more worn down, especially LaRouge who was breathing heavily now. The Wolf seemed to realise her advantage, as the next time they broke apart she didn't wait, but instead barrelled straight toward LaRouge without letting her catch her breath. The surprised LaRouge went down awkwardly with the Wolf on top, grabbed her opponents hair and going for a little ground and pound on her face.
The crowd roared with delight as Larouge’s head bounced freely. The Wolf didn't seem to care. Besides, her attack had worked - she had pinned LaRouge beneath her. LaRouge struggled and strained but there was no way she was getting away this time.

Karen watched the scene with a strange fascination. She tried to imagine being naked  in front of so many people, to have all these people cheering at her naked frame. Somehow she doubted that her meagre breasts would get people quite as excited as the Wolf's bouncing bosom, but still. She blushed just thinking about it, and it made her feel... strange.

The Wolf was clearly playing the crowd, mocking her helpless opponent and making lewd gestures on top of  LaRouge's ass rubbing up and down on her . Then the Wolf grabbed her around the throat and picked her up choking her with Larouge’s legs around Wolf’s waist. . She could hear Kirsty cheering with everyone else, and even Diana giggled guiltily next to her. Again and again the Wolf sapped the energy out of LaRouge's lifeless beatend body, and not exactly gently. Just twenty seconds later, the helpless girl crashed to the ground like next day’s trash as the Wolf was once again declared the winner.

Karen let it all wash over her - the triumphant Wolf jumping up and down in victory (completely unbothered that her breasts were still exposed and bouncing up and down with her), the drunken catcalling of the audience, the surreal awarding of a trophy (she supposed the money must come later). Everyone seemed to take this in their stride. Again and again she kept imagining herself in the same position until she could almost feel all the eyes staring at her, and the deafening sound of the audience directed at her. She felt dizzy.

"I'll meet you in the bar," she said to Diana breathlessly, and hurried away.

It was ten minutes by the time her friends came through, by which time she had had a drink and calmed down somewhat.

"There you are," said Paul. "You alright Karen?"

"Sure - just needed a drink!" she replied in a bid to sound chirpy and cheerful. Kirsty had apparently abandoned her attempt at making Paul jealous, and now seemed to be stuck to his side. This did nothing to cheer Karen up.

Nor did the inevitable conversation that followed about the show they'd just seen. Karen zoned out a little as they all sat with their drinks, as everyone replayed what they had just watched. Everyone seemed to agree that it was a lot of fun. She looked at Paul - was the reason she felt so uncomfortable because he'd just paid more attention to some naked slut in a fight arena than he was ever going to pay to her?

"I think I'm gonna head off," she announced suddenly. There were the usual perfunctory "no no stay!"s, but eventually she said her goodbyes and left. No doubt they were already agreeing that boring, plain Karen shouldn't have come, that this was obviously not her thing. No wonder Paul was never going to look twice at her.

She was going to get a taxi, but she found herself walking. It would be good to clear her head with a little walk before she called a taxi, she supposed.

The cold made her shiver, but still she walked, left alone with her miserable thoughts. She thought of Kirsty, and how easy she found it to get guy's attention. She thought of the girls in the arnea and how every guy (and a lot of the girls) in the room had cheered them on. Suddenly she found herself jealous even of that.

And with a final dejected sigh, she realised she had left her phone back at the bar. What a stupid way to end the night. Probably just as well that she hadn't gotten a taxi .

Already the bar was much emptier now. Apparently people didn't hang around once the show was finished. Understandable, she supposed. Her friends had seemingly gone too - the table they had sat at was one of many empty ones now. She was both relieved and annoyed to see that her phone was still there, alone on the bench. Could no one have picked it up for her?

Only as she went to leave for a second time did she realise that her friends had not, in fact, left at all. Or at least, two of them hadn't. Paul and Kirsty were at the bar, but they were paying no attention to her, or to anything else for that matter. They seemed entirely focused on forcing their tongues down each other's throat.

Oh, thought Karen to herself, coldly. She watched them impassively for a second, before turning mechanically on the spot and walking out. Well, there we go.

She was still processing what she's just seen when she walked straight into a man outside the building.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she mumbled to the guy, who looked a little ruffled but otherwise didn't really give her a second glance. He did look familiar though. "Hey you're the announcer or promoter!" she blurted out. He turned and smiled. He was indeed the same man who'd just overseen the two fights.

"You like the show?" he asked, with the same big grin. She recalled all the scathing things she'd said to Diana about it, all the things she'd been thinking while watching, the way it had driven her friends away from her. But when she opened her mouth to answer she found herself saying something completely different.

"Are you still looking for fighters?" she said, before blinking slightly. The Promoter studied her closely, as though unsure of what she was asking. Even she wasn't sure what she'd just done. Where had that come from?!

"Are you asking for a friend here, or..?" he said. Karen took another steadying breath. What on Earth was she doing?

"No, for me."

The Promoter looked her up and down with a new scrutiny, but also with a new look in his eye that wasn't there before. It was as though he was really seeing her for the first time. Karen blushed slightly, and cursed herself silently for doing so. Eventually the big grin returned.

"Yeah, as it happens. We do what you might call 'amateur fights  Saturdays and Sundays. You come along tomorrow night, about seven o' clock - maybe we can get you in."

Karen's heart was racing. Somehow she hadn't really thought this was going to happen and suddenly it felt a bit too... real. "C-could I wear a mask?" she asked. This was met with laughter.

"You nervous?" Karen said nothing. Her face probably answered for her, but she also did not back down. "Sure.. What's your name girl?"

"Karen. Karen Love."

"Ok Karen, you can call me Vincent  If you haven't lost your nerve by tomorrow night, you'll want to be here, at seven PM. I'll tell the bouncer to let you through."

Seven PM. She had a whole day to back out if she wanted to. She could do this.

"I'll be there," she said, before scurrying away.

"Oh and Karen?"

"Yes?"

"You'll need a stage name."

Saturday

Karen awoke unusually early the next morning, especially given how long it had taken her to fall asleep the night before. Almost as soon as she woke up, the same futile cycle of thoughts that she'd gone through over and over in her mind last night all returned.

 Well, maybe I'm a little curious as to what that would feel like not on the receiving end of things.. But I'm not a slut! I don't do things like this! Yeah and where has that got me? Nowhere. But this isn't going to fix anything, or make Paul lose interest in Kirsty. This is crazy! What was I thinking?

This is crazy, what was I thinking?, It’ll be fine. Yeah but I'll still be naked - what if I lose like those other girls?urmoil of her strange decision to sign up for an underground fight match, she had almost been able to forget what she'd seen a minute before that. But every so often, unbidden, the image of the two kissing in that darkly lit bar entered her mind, and her stomach would twinge. Maybe actually going through with this would be a welcome distraction.

She had seven hours in which to decide. One thing was certain though, if she did go, she was definitely going to wear a mask. She couldn't risk anyone recognising her, no matter how unlikely that might be. And that was going to require shopping.

And so, Saturday afternoon found her walking along the high street looking for, of all things, a wrestling mask. She looked in a few stores, but 'masks' were sort of a specialty item, and the only things she saw were just comical, like Hallowe'en stuff. It was only when she tried a few sports shops that she saw what she was looking for - a ski mask. Black, lycra, and with a single horizontal strip for her to see out of. It only looked a little ridiculous, which was probably the best she could hope for.

Standing in line to pay, she tried to conjure up an image of herself actually fighting in this thing, but she just couldn't. It all seemed so ludicrous! And yet, she'd just bought it.

Even back home, with less than four hours to go, she still couldn't decide if this was a good idea, or insanity, or both. Mostly she was horrified by the thought of a crowd of drunken hecklers seeing her topless, even if a small part of her actually felt a guilty thrill at the idea. Whenever she realised that she was dwelling on such an image with pleasure, she would blush and return to the same cycle of useless thoughts - back and forth, back and forth...

At five o' clock she took a shower, feeling oddly self-conscious of her own nakedness as she did so. When she emerged, she took a long, hard look at herself in the mirror, scrutinising her wet, naked body. She knew she wasn't unattractive - far from it in fact. She was slim, blonde, people had called her pretty. Her breasts were small, it was true, but they were perky as well. She looked at them now, glistening pink nipples and all, and tried to imagine a crowd of people seeing them. It was dizzying.

And then there was... down below. She guessed she didn't have to worry about that as much, but still... she didn't exactly keep things as 'maintained' as she did when she was twenty. In a fit of paranoia, she decided to trim back what little bush had built up. It was then, mid-way through shaving her vagina, that she realised she must have made up her mind.

Why not try it, just the once?

She was half expecting the bouncer to laugh her away when she turned up at seven o' clock, jittery and softly spoken, but he just smiled meaningfully and let her pass. She had no idea where she was going – Vincent hadn't really said - so she headed for the bar again. It seemed to be empty, until...

"Karen! I didn't think you were gonna show!" Vincent was sat in the corner, beer in front of him, chatting to a patron. He said something to the guy, shook his hand, and then beckoned Karen over as the man headed for the bar. She took the vacated seat, perched stiffly on the edge. "Nervous?"

"No! I mean, well, yes," she squeaked. Vincent laughed, a deep throaty laugh.

"Don't be! You look wonderful," he said. Karen relaxed only a little. She had been so paranoid about what to wear, and whether she was wearing too much makeup or not. Which, she had to admit, was laughable. No one was going to be looking at her makeup and she certainly wouldn't be wearing the smart outfit that she'd decided to wear tonight.

"Can I still wear my mask?" she asked. This was the main thing. She'd managed to convince herself to try this, only as long as she could be anonymous. Vincent asked to see it, and she produced it from her bag. She'd tried it on at home, and it fit well. She'd even managed to cut a little hole at the top, so she could have a sort of pony-tail emanating from it. Her sleek blonde hair was one of the few things she was quite proud of. Vincent  laughed again when he saw it, but said it was fine.

"Did you come up with a name then?" he asked. Karen turned red. How stupid! She hadn't even thought about a name.

"Errm... I guess..." but it was no use, she couldn't come up with one on the spot. Jonas seemed to understand.

"Slipped your mind huh? How about 'The Masked Avenger?'"

"The Masked Avenger?" she repeated incredulously. She couldn't imagine anything cheesier. "Isn't that a little... melodramatic?"

"Trust me, the audience love shit like that. They're gonna love you!"

Karen grinned despite herself. Maybe this was going to be OK.

Then Vincent got to the point - the waiver. Karen had to sign a document saying that she consented to be in the ring, she consented to whatever might happen there, that the club wasn't liable for anything... that sort of thing. It also mentioned the prize...

"Five hundred dollars?" she said, astounded. "I get five hundred dollars if I win?" She honestly hadn't even thought about any money. Did this make it better or worse? Obviously five hundred dollars was five hundred dollars, but didn't this make her sort of... a stripper? It was a bit late to start being prissy about things like that.

"Standard prize money for an amateur match," Vincent said, as Karen scribbled her signature everywhere she was asked to. "Now come on, I'll show you to the changing room and take you through how it works."

It was actually pretty simple, it seemed. Two girls go into the ring - two amateurs in tonight's case, girls who hadn't done it before. The ring would be a giant sand pit . The first person to get the other girl to knockout by any means necessary, wins. Injury was allowed andeverything else was fair game. What could go wrong?

Karen had never been a violent person. When she got angry, she usually just stayed frustrated for a day, or ranted to a friend, but never violent. And now she realised that she'd been so caught up in worries about managing to keep her clothes on, that she hadn't even given thought to the idea that she also had a fight to win. She didn't know anything about wrestling! What would her opponent be like?

That question was answered soon enough. Vincent  led her not out to the seats that she had sat at the night before, but around that whole enormous room to a makeshift changing room. It wasn't exactly the standard you'd get in a gym - it looked old and worn, even for a room that must surely have been right in the bowels of the club. But, it did at least have a set of metal lockers, and a door that appeared to lead to some showers. Sitting at the opposite end of the room, already dressed in her robe was another girl.

"Hey," she said, looking up from her phone almost bored. She looked to be a short but fit girl, probably around Karen's own age, mid-twenties or so. She had very pale skin, natural dark hair  and black  eyes. This was going to be her opponent.



TO BE CONTINUED...

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"Karen, this is Adrian. Adrian, Karen. You'll be putting on our first show of the night together!" he said with relish, clasping his hands. There was a slightly awkward silence. Karen smiled at Adrian, but said nothing. Her stomach felt very fluttery now - Adrian was curvy, but also petite and kind of serious. Was winning even feasible? "Well I'll leave you girls to chat. Karen I've left your robe in the locker at the far end, the one with a key in it. I hope you don't mind but I made an educated guess on your measurements. I've gotten pretty good at that!"

Karen pretended she didn't mind.

"When you're ready girls, you can wait out in the entrance corridor if you like - it's a bit more exciting that a changing room. And remember - just the robe, nothing else!" Karen opened her mouth to speak, but Vincent headed her off. "Yes Karen, the mask is fine too. See you out there," he said, and with one last toothy grin, departed.

"You're wearing a mask?" asked Adrian tonelessly. It was hard to tell if she was being scathing or curious.

"Yeah," said Karen, shuffling her feet. The girl looked back at her phone. That seemed to be the end of that conversation then. She made her way over to the locker Vincent had indicated. Sure enough, on a wire hanger inside was a pink robe. Hung up like that they seemed even tinier.

"Well, I'm gonna wait out in the corridor," said Adrian with a sigh. Karen, who had secretly been dreading trying to make awkward small talk (and the even more awkward inevitable silence) for the next forty minutes, was only too glad to be left alone in the changing room. She mumbled a goodbye, and turned back to her outfit.

Well, she'd better get to it.

She pulled off her top, and unclasped her bra, looking around sheepishly as she did so. It seemed stupid to be worrying about seen here of all places, but she was feeling very aware of her own nakedness at the moment - just as she had in the shower. She quickly pulled on the robe. True enough, Vincent  had indeed guessed the size well enough. It might not have made her breasts look any bigger, but it was very tight-fitting, and left her pussyl exposed. She supposed that was intentional.

The robe barely covered her upper thighs. She tucked her clothes away in the locker, and examined herself in the mirror one last time. Here she was, wearing the same slutty outfit she'd been so judgemental of last night. She had to admit though, it made her look pretty hot. The tight-fitting nature of the tiny outfit really showed everything off quite flatteringly - her butt looked more toned than it ever had before, and even her chest looked noticeable in this robe. She suddenly felt the strangest urge to giggle.

But then she was faced with the prospect of leaving the safety of the changing room, and the awful nerves came back. She sat down. She had half an hour after all, she could have a quick rest here. It would probably help her performance. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. She couldn't put this off any longer. Five minutes until she was meant to be walking out into the ring. Oh God, this was it. Mask on, pony-tail protruding, time to go.

She took a deep breath to steady herself, took two more, then set off for the entrance corridor that Vincent had told her about. As soon as she left the changing room she could hear it again - that low, rumbling din of lots of people being heavily muffled. Every step she took, every corner she turned, it grew and grew and grew until she thought she was going to be physically sick. The floor felt very hard and cold against her bare feet, which somehow made her feel all the more exposed. She was on the point of turning back when all of a sudden, Vincent and Adrian were there before her, and the entrance to the ring was just beyond them.

"Cutting it a bit fine Karen," said Vincent, speaking loudly over the din of the audience. He looked less calm now than he had when it was just the two of them. She supposed he must get a little nervous too, but she had exactly zero space in her mind to worry about his nerves right now. Adrian watched her hurry toward them with apparent disinterest. "Are you both ready?" he asked.

They both nodded. Karen sneaked a glance at her opponent. She still seemed calmer than Karen did, though even she was eyeing the large crowd somewhat ominously now that they were here, and wasn't looking her way at all.

"OK, come out on my cue," he said, and stepped into the arena.

More shouts and cheers greeted him - he was obviously very popular with the regulars. Karen wasn't really listening to what he was saying. A lot of it was lost to the roar of the crowd anyway, but even when it wasn't she found she couldn't really focus. She didn't even hear the cue - it was only when Adrian suddenly started bounding out onto the arena that she realised it was time. She followed Adrian unthinkingly, trying to catch up.

The roar was immediate and completely overwhelming. She could feel every set of eyes in the room latch onto her, looking through her as though she were already naked. She had to fight a very real urge to cover up with her arms. That would probably be an embarrassing start. Even more embarrassing would be to slip, which she now thought was a very real possibility. The surface of the arena was soft and sandy, it felt strange between her toes, and she focused hard on keeping her balance.

"Two newbies! Two prime slices of fresh meat! I give you... THE LIONESS..." here he grabbed Adrian's arm and lifted it into the air, to fresh cheers, "...aaaand THE MASKED AVENGER!" Karen's arm was thrust into the air, and she couldn't help it, she blushed. She knew no one could see through the mask, but still, embarrassing. For the first time the whole room was cheering and shouting and whistling at her and her alone.

"One round, winner takes all, GO!"Both women disrobe as a deafening whistle blast that briefly drowned out all else, before the shouts and catcalled returned. Karen was off balance straight away - she'd expected a bit more beforehand but all of a sudden it had just... started. What should she do? What could she do? How had she got into this mess?

Adrian showed no such indecision. She was already pacing Karen, watching her intently with an unfriendly, determined stare. As far as she was concerned, Karen must have been nothing more than a barrier between her and five hundred dollars. Karen backed away to the opposite end, deciding to mimic Adrian's circling motion. She tried to ignore the crowd, but that was laughably impossible. Every so often she would make out a single sentence that someone shouted down to them, like "show us them titties Lioness!" or "why don't you lose that mask, sweet cheeks!"

Karen was distracted by one such comment when Adrian made her move, lunging across the centre of the pit toward her. Karen whipped her body around , so alarmed and jittery that she lost her footing and slipped in the oil before Adrian even got to her. This actually posed a slight problem for Karen, who ended up struggling under the weight of Adrian. Karen tried to pull herself off, all thoughts of counter-attack gone from her mind. She just had to crawl away and she'd be fine.

Adrian was in no such mood. As soon as she had recovered she dived again, landing on Karen's back and trying to pin her down. Karen's heart almost leaped out of her chest, and struggled savagely. Adrian loosened her grip for a second and Karen was able to dart away to the far end of the pit, breathing heavily. In the heat of the moment, in all the adrenaline, the crowd had almost disappeared from her mind, but now they were back and it was obvious they'd sensed weakness. The jeers and catcalls were unmistakable directed at her now.

"What's the matter small-fry? You scared of a little lion?"

"You gonna get that cute little ass handed to you blondie!"

There was no blocking that out. Was she really being so pathetic?

Adrian apparently sensed weakness too. With a self-satisfied grin, she ran at Karen. This time Karen tried to withstand it and grapple with her, but Adrian was very strong, it turned out. They went down together, Karen pinned beneath the fiery brunette. They tumbled and rolled around, Karen resisting furiously and just barely avoiding being trapped in a permanent choke hold by Adrian. Her whole body glistening with sand and sweat  but once again the heat of the struggle was the only thing that blocked out the crowd's voices. At one point she even managed to get on top of Adrian. But this minor victory was short-lived.

Instead of pushing her off her, Adrian instead winded her fist  and pulled it back  with all her strength. Acting on instinct she brought her arms up to cover her face,  but everyone had already seen the punch connect.  The room was filled with raucous catcalls and jeers. Adrian took the opportunity to push Karen off her, but still Karen didn't move her arms as she was lying in the fetal position. All she could think of was that hundreds of strangers had just seen her naked breasts, and she couldn't process anything else but that, and the crowd's lecherous comments.

They mustn't see! They mustn't look! Why had she agreed to this? Why did she think she would enjoy this?

She saw Adrian's next attack barely in time, but she could only roll  to the side of it dodging a knee drop to her gut  Again and again, she could do nothing but scurry backwards around the pit , avoiding Adrian's lazy attempts to grab her by the narrowest of margins. She had no plan whatsoever. Even the crowd were getting frustrated.

"Come on slut, show us them cute little titties!"

Before she lost her mind completely, she slipped and fell in the sand nd this time Adrian couldn't fail. She pounced on Karen, and Karen could only slide backwards a few feet so that instead of landing on top of her completely she grabbed her legs, preventing her from retreating further. It was over, any second nowut. What a relief...


Karen's mind seemed to go blank, and time slowed down to a crawl as the awfulness of what was about to happen detonated in her brain. Adrian had grabbed the hem of Karen’s mask. She was pulling at them. No, no this couldn't happen!
 Before she even knew what she was doing, she grabbed Adrian's wrist with animal speed and flipped her down, pushing her away with such a force that she surprised even herself. Then, the adrenaline-fuelled mist cleared and she was on her feet.

The crowd was going wild, and it took a few seconds for Karen to realise that there was nothing covering her boobs, hence the audience's jubilation. Her face flushed, but no longer with gut wrenching embarrassment. This was something else, something exhilirating. Suddenly she didn't want them to be covered. They're all cheering for me... They like what they see. It was eerily uplifting to be cheered on by so many people, to have her naked body exposed to the scrutiny of so many and to hear their roars of approval. She couldn't help it, she smiled to herself.

Then she remembered how close to complete humiliation she had almost come, and the danger she was still in.

Adrian was getting to her feet again too. She looked annoyed and was no doubt planning some move to just get this over with. But the audience's cheers were still echoing though Karen's head, and she was filled with a sudden rash confidence. She couldn't let Adrian carry on taking the initiative.

Adrian was completely unprepared for Karen's front kick attack and so, feeble as it was, she went down hard. Karen tried to pin down her arms, but Adrian pushed her off with ease. She really was strong. Before she could stand, Karen attacked again, grabbing her waist and twisting her arm. Adrian managed to keep her balance, but only just.

The crowd's shouts were still omnipresent, but they weren't so terrifying anymore. Every time she ran her breasts bounced a little, serving as a constant reminder that everyone could see them and which was now giving her a real thrill. Why not try something really bold? Adrian had her back to her as she once again tried to get her balance back, and this time Karen didn't just charge her, she jumped on her opponent. Small, lightweight and fast, Karen launched herself onto Adrian's back and clung to her shoulders.

"Wha-" gasped Adrian, confidence evaporating at this sudden attack from behind. She remained upright - Karen was light and she was strong after all - but she couldn't shake off Karen's grip. Karen could feel herself slipping nonetheless, but she still had one last trick. As she finally fell backwards off of Adrian, by the time Karen landed on her back, a very shocked Adrian was staggering forward with her large, pale breasts bouncing free in front of the audience. Karen had never been especially attracted to girls, but there was something extremely thrilling about seeing Adrian's fleshy white boobs and dark pink nipples exposed.

The usual catcalls and jeers roared down from the audience, this time at Adrian. She didn't look mortified like Karen, or even thrilled as Karen had eventually been. She looked furious. Gone was the casual indifference to her pushover opponent. She looked ready to kill.

Karen was ready too. She stayed where she was when her topless opponent dived down to her, and rolled to the side at the very last minute With agile speed, she was able to get around and grab her arms while she was still face down, lifting them into the air to hold Adrian in place - just as she had seen yesterday. Adrian struggled and cursed, but eventually the impossible truth dawned on Karen - she'd actually pinned down Adrian properly, she might actually do this.

"Do you give up?" she shouted, her voice infused with her new-found confidence.

"Like shit I do, bitch," she heard Adrian shout back.

The crowd gave their loudest roars yet, cheering and shouting lewd comments down at them.

"Now do you give in?" asked Karen. Smack. Smack. Smack. Rhythmically and with some force, Karen's fist met Adrian's face.  Adrian refused and refused, and only when her face was  .

Pure, unfettered elation washed over her. She'd done it! She'd actually got the best of someone as she stood up. She didn't even care that her boobs were bouncing up and down as she jumped for joy in front of everyone.

Never had she experienced such a thrill as this. If she was being totally honest, it was more than just a thrill - she'd never been so turned on by anything before. The naughtiness, the decadence, everything that had horrified her about this yesterday - now she had experienced it for herself, all those things were what attracted her to it.


"Nice try small fry!" she shouted, grabbing Karen by the waist unnoticed  and scooping her up with ease. She held her there for a second, soaking up the audience's cheers, before casually dropping her back down. Karen hit the sand  floor with a grunt - not a great start.

As Karen was getting to her feet, she was narrowly escaping Adrian's sudden lunge. Feeling a sudden rush of pity, Karen ran forward, leaving Adrian to casually extend her foot and allow Karen to topple over face first into the sand . Laughter and jeers rained down on her from above. She waited for Adrian to pounce on her, but it never came.

"Don't wanna play, huh?" Adrian was shouting. Adrian charged her, forcing her to the ground. With a triumphant wink to her adoring crowd, she pinned Adrian's arms behind her and presented her to the crowd. "Give up yet, lion cub?"

"Too late!" Adrian screamed. With her free hand, she squeezed Karen's throat  Karen's face reddened as the audience whooped and cheered, shouting a mixture of lecherous praise and jeering abuse down at her.


Adrian threw Karen off with ease, and she fell backwards having achieved nothing besides provoking her opponent earlier. She knew what was surely about to happen, but her body would not move or do anything to prevent it. Adrian grabbed her, and dragged her to her knees as though she were made of feathers.

"Who wants to see this slut finished?" she roared to the crowd. The answer was clear, and deafening.

"W-wait," stammered Karen, completely unheard by anyone, as Adrian lifted her knee right smack upside Karen's chin.

The first thing her eyes settled on was Paul, and Kirsty, and Diana, laughing and cheering with everyone else. Instead, she started to crawl away as quickly as she could. Adrian was trying to pin Karen down fully, but Karen was thrashing at her like a woman possessed, desperate to get away and at least get back on her feet. Adrian actually looked slightly breathless.

"Hey, you! Fire crotch!" Adrian bellowed at Karen. "What do you say? Wanna join the winning side? Doesn't like you  are getting on so well." Karen couldn't believe what she was hearing.

It was only when Adrian slid over to Karen's head and pressed her body over it, pinning her entire upper body, that she could believe this was happening.


"Who wants to see the masked slut's cxnt?" Adrian bellowed. She had never thought that many people was capable of making such a noise.

Oh, no no no no. Oh God no!

This was more than she was ever prepared for. Through her obscured vision, her eyes fell once again on her flabbergasted friends. They can see my pussy! Paul can see my pussy! This was shameful and degrading and so why did she still feel that small electric thrill in the pit of her stomach? She tried not to think about it.

Adrian was on her feet again now, picking and  holding Karen  in the air triumphantly. "The slut's even shaved her cxnt for you folks!" she heard her say. But that didn't matter now. She immediately  throw off that woman and with a furious snarl, she grabbed Karen by the waist and threw her off, scrambling to her feet just as Karen was stumbling over.

"Why?" moaned Karen, as she  looked  Adrian,toward the seats that Paul and Kirsty were occupying. Adrian advanced on her, almost unconscious of the 360 degree view of her naked body she was offering.

 The problem with blocking out the world around you, it turned out, was that you also forgot about the other opponent. Adrian made her presence very much felt by grabbing Karen painfully by the pony tail, spinning her around and forcing her to her knees. Well, at least my back will be to my friends for whatever's coming next, she thought helplessly.

This turned out to be little comfort.

"What do you think slut? Ready to give in?" said Adrian, more to the room at large than to her. Karen blinked. The logical part of her brain screamed that she should and just get out of there, but then Adrian's stupid, taunting face swam before her, and she knew she had to get at least one small piece of revenge. She grit her teeth and tried to get to her feet. Adrian just laughed mirthlessly and dragged her forward by the hair once more. This time she fell back with her, sitting on the sandy floor and opening her legs so that Karen's face fell into her crotch. She winced, and tried to pull back, but she felt the powerful thighs of Adrian tighten around her throat  before she could do anything. She was trapped, on all fours with her face pressed against Adrian's shorts.

"Mmmm!" she tried to protest, but her words were too muffled. Adrian simply laughed again, pulling her further in by the hair and making crude gestures to the crowd. Karen was hyper-aware that her face was separated by her captor's vagina by a flimsy strip of material, and this was not a thought that appealed to her at all. Surely this was the ultimate humiliation.

She felt the sting of the slap without ever hearing Adrian approach, and her buttocks seemed to clench instinctively. Her muffled cry of shock and pain was again inaudible. Of course.

"Remember this?" she heard Adrian say from behind her, as once again her ass was spanked. A hot, burning sensation - one part pain, two parts shame - spread over her. "I bet you thought you were such a hot shot huh?" Another slap, another roar of pleasure from the crowd. "Not so cocky now are you?" Shame burned within her - a naked spanking in front of all these people and her friends was not what had had in mind.

 She knew Paul and Kirsty were getting a direct view too.

Whether out of pity or just boredom though, Adrian relaxed her legs, and Karen's head yanked back and out with not reponse

"Who wants to see this masked slut's face??"


The mask was pulled away, so quick she barely registered it happening. Her blonde hair falling around her cheeks.

Kirsty and Diana stared at her, mouths agape, Kirsty's hand on her chest. They both looked at Paul, as if to confirm what they were seeing. Paul, his expression wooden, mouthed her name. Karen?


The crowd's wild cheer was almost in unison,  This wasn't happening but to the Peach Pit it was just another dead bitch.

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Showtime After Hours Intro

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Showtime After Hours Presentation

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Starletta Wolf




vs

Adrian Storm




It was always a fetish of mine. So when Janessa  told me she had joined an underground fight club I was intrigued to learn more. I am in my mid-twenties and am fairly attractive. I don't really have a steady boyfriend, but I was always interested in females who were into fighting. It all started out one night when Janessa  and I were catching up one night at a bar. After the causal chit-chat and a few beers, Janessa  started to talk about her new found league. "I couldn't believe it when someone told me, Star" Janessa said. "I've always wanted to step into a fight with a woman who was into the same thing that we are into. But this is intense".

"What exactly are you talking about Janessa? Is it just wrestling with women?" I asked.

"No, it's different. Really different." Janessa said with a smile. "It's no holds barred".

My jaw dropped when those words left his lips. "NHB?" I stammered. "What the hell does that actually mean?"

"It means exactly what you think it means. It is female vs. female. There is a pit, announcer, fighting. It's like our biggest fantasy come true." Janessa grinned. "Maybe I need to just bring you to show you what it entails."

My head was still spinning. Janessa had to be pulling my leg on this whole fighting experience. We hopped into her car. We live just outside Reno, but instead of heading into the city, we were driving away from it. After about thirty minutes in the car, Janessa took a right down a long dirt road. We pulled up to a building that could only be described as what looked like an old roadside church. After walking down another long dirt road they were met b a bouncer at the door and after he checked my license and we paid the cover, we walked down a long dark hall way toward the service elevator..  After we got off, we saw a light at the end of the hallway. We walked through the door and it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Oh my god" I stuttered. Janessa  looked at me, knowing that I was in heaven. There were about 400  people in the stands, which were mainly stadium seating chairs. Then there was an actual fight pit. Black cage,  sand,  and two women were struggling in the pit. Janessa started to explain what we were watching as I tried to take it all in. "It's like an underground gambling circle." She pointed over to a small booth in the corner. "That's where these people place their bets on who will win." I noticed a banner hanging over the booth,  with a list of female fighters".
How do you win or lose here?" I asked Janessa

"It's pretty simple, you fight to survive.  Any questions?

I looked up to the pit and noticed for the first time that both fighters were naked. They were struggling with the  big titted woman



holding the slim woman in what looked like a basic headlock. However the slim fighter was able to send a back kick into her belly.  The brunette then came back and hit her with a spinning kick across her chin. The crowd went nuts. She immediately wrapped her legs around the blonde titted woman’s neck  and started in with the head scissors. Half the crowd went nuts, while the other half screamed at the blonde goddess for  being so stupid for getting herself into the hold. "Wow... that was amazing." I said to Janessa. She looked back at me. "The best thing is you get paid to do this. You win you get at least $1000. Probably more because those who win, will grease your palm because you just won them about 10 times that."

She  got very quiet after that. We turned our attention back to the match. "Who's in the ring right now?" I asked Janessa.

"That bitch  goes by the name of Hanna “The  Hunter” and she is in the pit with the Schoolgirl."



 I "Pretty even match?" I said to Janessa, while the hunter still struggled to get out from under the Schoolgirl's legs as her neck cracked . Suddenly, we heard the bell. The announcer came over a loud speaker: Winner by submission: Stacy the Schoolgirl! There will be a two minute break before the second fall. Stacy was pretty. She had blonde hair, small but what looked like firm breasts and a tight little ass. The Hunter was about two inches taller than Stacy, she was skinny with some muscle. Stacy looked at Janessa with a smile and said to him, "Your going to be my lil xxxxx very soon." She blew her a kiss and went back to the dressing room.

"Shit girl, are you part of this”?

Quietly, Janessa looked down and said, "They call me The Little Terror. I  beat some Puerto Rica slut in less than eleven minutes. I’m guessing Stacy isn’t a fan of how I do my shit" I could tell that this really hurt his pride. I smiled at her, " So how do I get involved in this?" I had been dying to ask this question the entire time. This was like a dream come true for me. I always wanted to step into the pit with a sexy woman and with the sex aspect added in I was in heaven.

Janesa  pointed to a slick Italian  and a old bald man standing against the wall. Both were dressed in business attire. "Those are the two. The guy goes by Mr. Vertelli  He's in charge of recruiting talent for.That old piece of shit  next to him is Mr. Black he deals with security."

We waited until they had finished their conversation and walked over towards Mr. Vertelli. Mr. Vertellit looked to be in his mid 40s, with dark black hair and brown eyes. He stood about six feet tall with his hair slicked straight back. Janessa extended his hand, "Mr. Vertellit, good to see you tonight. I wanted to introduce someone to you. This is Starletta Wolf, the gal I was telling you about."

Mr. Vertelli studied me. Walked around me, probably trying to gauge how athletic I was. He spoke softly but firm, "Weight?"

"175" I responded.

"Have you ever fought  before or been involved with athletics?"

I thought for a moment how to answer this. I had been a three sport athlete in high school, but those were in soccer, basketball, and track. I was never good enough to continue playing them in college, but felt that I was respectable when I did play. "Not since High School. I do run daily and keep myself in shape."

"Fight experience?" he asked with the casualness of talking if you think it is going to rain tomorrow.

"Uhhhh" I stuttered for a moment. Mr. Vertelli immediately made eye contact. I was caught off guard because I had never had anyone ask me that.

"Well?" He said as if my confusion had slightly annoyed him.

"Does apartment wrestling count?" I stated quietly.

Mr. Vertelli took out a little notebook and scribbled some words on a piece of paper. "Go here. It's a clinic that will give you a health screening. There is no cost. Be here at 5:30 tomorrow night for your first fight." And with those words, Mr. Vertellipushed open a door and walked out.

I stared down at the paper. This was going to become a reality for me. My head started to race. I knew I was in good health, so all I could think of was the fight. When would my first match be? Mr. Black clapping softly, but disappearing through the same door Mr. Vertellit had gone through a few minutes earlier. Janessa grabbed my arm. "Come on, let's head home. You will need to get up early to head to the clinic."

I smiled and followed her out. The whole way home I thanked her about getting me involved in my dream. She chuckled softly, "Just wait until you first match. It gets intense."

I can't honestly say I remember much of the morning at the clinic. I was too excited to get to the training that was going to be happening that night. Just like I thought my physical came back in good health. I was handed a paper and told to give it to the right person. But there was one thing that I could never forget. As I walked out the door of the clinic, a nurse smiled at me, "Good Luck, Ms. Wolf". I could have sworn she knew what I was going to be doing.

I didn't sleep much the night of my 10th fight. I just kept picturing finally getting my hands on that brunette newbie  in the pit. That morning I was told to arrive at the center by 4 and my match was going to be the first one of the night. As I left my house I started to wonder what my fight strategy was going to be when I got to the center, realizing I was up against a fast one here I was greeted by Mr. Black as I arrived at the Center and he escorted  me  to the female dressing room. The dressing room was lined with lockers, some couches and a shower. It felt like it was trying to be half a lounge and half a locker room. I walked to the locker labeled "The Wolf ." Inside the locker I found a leopard robe. I put it on and tied it.. Nerves were starting to set in. I was actually shaking when Adrian finally walked into the dressing room. We made small talk.  Before we could talk further, there was a knock on the door, I was up.

I walked down the long hallway toward the curtain of the entrance ramp. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a rocket blasting off and loud hip hop  music blaring. The announcer screamed over the speaker, "Making her tenth debut, The Wolf!!!" The fans cheered  highly for me. I figured it was mainly because I was bringing in the benjamins. I strolled to the pit  flexing my arms  a little. I don't have a bunch of muscle to flex but I felt that it was enough. I stood in my corner, and tried to play the crowd a little.

Softly my music faded and the announcer came back on. "Coming to the pit, with a record of 3 and 0, Adrian Storm!" The crowd went crazy as she stepped through the curtain. She had a long green camouflaged army shirt. She was cute, about 5'3 with round  tits and a nice ass. She walked into the pit and saluted the crowd. The announcer  brought us to the center of the ring. "I want a wild, hellacious  fight from the two of you.. Any questions?" I shook my head and Danielle did the same.

She looked at me staring intently, "Welcome to my court ! You are about to be dismissed, do I make myself clear?" She looked strong and confident even though I was a few inches taller and easily out weighted her. We walked back to our corners and waited for the first bell to ring. In my mind, I had a plan: Let her come to me and I will straighten this soldja girl out.

The bell rang and my tenth  match was under way. We circled each other. Damn, she looked sexy. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman who looked this graceful. Adrian made the first move lunging at me and taking me down easily.

Damn it I thought to myself, I didn't expect her just to tackle me. She drove her shoulder into my gut knocking the wind out of me. Immediately, Adrian  stayed on the offense driving her elbow into my stomach. She lifted me up by my head with surprising and leveled me with a body slam. I hit the mat hard again. The crowd went nuts as Adrian was having her way with me early. I lay on the ground finally getting my breath back. As she approach, I shocked her by sweeping her legs out from under her. She hit the ground with a hard thud. I immediately drove an elbow into her knee. Adrian  let out a loud groan. I was back in control in as I lifted her back to her feet. I threw her into a corner with impact , and went to follow with a splash. Only to be met with a forearm to my jaw. I grab my jaw, "oww, you bitch" I screamed out.

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We were both  were a little fatigued and it was only the first few minutes of the match. I thought I was holding my own against a rookie.  We tied up in the middle of the pit, just before I was about to throw her down, Adrian reached down and grabbed my hair. I jumped, releasing Adrian, as she Russian leg swept me back to the ground. Adrian  stuck with her offense by twisting me into an arm lock. Holy shit was I in pain. I tried to roll and remove the pressure by getting to my stomach. Adrian  took this chance to jump on my back and lock me into a camel clutch!

I screamed out in pain as Adrian  locked her hands together under my chin. "Why don't you just submit to me now?" Adrian said and pulled back even harder. Pain shot straight down my back.

Adrian gripped my chin harder.

"Fuck off" I spit out. Trying my best to fight off the pain. Adrian squatted lower to increase the pressure. This sent another wave of pain down my back but allowed me to push my hands against the pit. With one strong push I threw my hips up in the air flinging Adrian. My back was on fire but I couldn't give up now. I had withstood her best offense it was time for my comeback. I got up and met her with a clothesline sending her back down to the ground. I lifted her up by her head, "Well lets see how the General likes to be in the air". I raised her in the air and let her fall chest first to the pit. I knew that I had to keep on her. I grab her legs and pulled her to the center of the pit. She tied to fight it but I knew her chest was killing her. It was time to take control of this match. I locked her legs in my arms and twisted her into the Texas Cloverleaf!

"HOLY SHIT" screamed Adrian.

Her legs had to be on fire as I leaned back harder.

I released the hold  and went  back to my corner. I looked at the crowd. They were in shocked. I doubt many people were going to bet on the rookie  and I had just took the gasoline out of her tank. My adrenaline was sky high.

 I slowly circle Adrian. We met in the middle of the center and tied up. With a strong tug of her arm, She threw me against the cage. She scooped me up and slammed me just as hard and fast.  She felt strong and in control.  As I  laid helpless on the floor,  she started to whisper into my ear, "I thought this was going to be more of a challenge. I'm going to fuck you up  and make you my bitch now."

"Fuck....you...." I coughed out.

She picks me up by my hair and pushes me  into the cage. She  works her fists into my stomach. I   slowly push Adrian away  but she comes back throwing fists into my tender sides.  I knew rage  was starting to build up in her.

"Oh my...god..." Adrian  moaned just as her fists  smack my face. She was already wet. This was going to be easier than she thought.

My hips started to leave the ground as she moan loudly.

I  grabbed the cage  trying to lift my hips up. Giving me a great idea, I got between her legs pushing my mouth directly onto her clit. Danielle shudder, "Oh fuck!"

I tried to push her off me but my arms were pinned into the cage. I tried to reach out with my knee to get back a shot at her stomach, but couldn't reach. Adrian  was now in the driver's seat, she lean back and started to work on my face.

"Mmmmm, what do we have here? Looks like someone is going to be mine shortly." She moaned. Adrian  couldn't help as her tits got  hard. She then sat on my chest, slowly punching  my face. I tried to fight off assault. I wasn't close to giving up  but she knew she was now in control. I closed my eyes trying to fight off the brunette's assault on my face.


"Mmmmm this feels great, doesn't it bitcht? Don't worry it will be over shortly. Your  going to be mine very soon." Suddenly, she started to speed up
the assault  onto my face .

I tried to lift my arms but Adrian  had me pinned down to the ground. "Oh one last thing, bitch..." Adrian said with a smirk.  She was then punching my face into oblivion.  She looked down at me, smiling "Oh, honey, it's over for you."

Adrian got off let off my shoulder and climbed off me. I was still shaking uncontrollably as the crowd went nuts as Adrian had put me out. I laid there on the ground.

"Get up and let me kick your ass!" Adrian shouted. She was on fire now. She had all the confidence in the world.

The announcer Vincent Vertelli jumped to his feet "That's it! She's out!!!"

Adrian  leaped to her feet as she put my flame out on my streak. ! The people in the crowd who bet on me were booing and yelling uncontrollably. Then the P.A. announcer boomed, "Your winner ....Adrian Storm!!!!!!!" She was on cloud nine. She climbed out of the pit  and Janessa was there to greet her.

"An eye for an eye bitch! Your next" Janessa exclaimed as she was getting ready for her fight.


Adrian put her robe on and walked to the back. She dressed and went into a small room where there was some food and water. Mr. Verteli walked up to me and handed me $1000 cash. "Here are your winnings. Good match." And with that she was gone. Later that night I found out Vicky Guns



had lost in a fight against the Little Terror Janessa



. Adrian still was interested in seeing why she was so good, but it would probably be a while till she had her match. She had to focus her attention on her next match with the Little Terror.

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2Pac and The Notorious BIG - House of Pain

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Showtime After Hours Intro

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Showtime After Hours Presentation

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTGPUR-vxEI


Adrian Storm




vs


Janessa "The Little Terror" Jackson




My marriage lasted five years. The fact that it ended wasn't much of a shock to anyone. It was a disaster, and I'll spare you all of the horrible details. The hard part was moving on in this financial climate. I ended up moving back in with my parents at 38. Getting out of my parents house was one of the main reasons I got married in the first place! Hmm... maybe that's why my marriage didn't work out so well. Anyway, after six months of trying to live squashed into the tiny second bedroom of my parents' new house in their 'active adult community', I finally found a decent two bedroom apartment and started to get on with my life.

One of the more nerve-wracking things I had to face when I became single again was that I would have to start dating again. I wasn't very successful at dating before I met my husband. I was a bit of an introvert and many of my relationships in my 20's began on the internet. They had to, because that's where I spent most of my time. Lucky for me, people were much more sympathetic to me now that I was a divorcee and began to try to set me up with just about anything that moved. At least, that's how it felt. I ended up going on two dates during the six months I lived with my parents. The first guy was nice enough, but it was probably too soon for me and I found myself going on and on about my failed marriage. That was the end of that relationship. The second guy was a bit obnoxious and not too attractive, either. I spent most of the time complaining about my ex because I knew that it would scare him away. It worked. If you're looking to scare eligible guys away, just complain a lot.

My parents had pushed me to go to a 'transitions' group at the local library. I didn't think I needed something like that. I had plenty of friends who were also divorced or going through one, so I had a ready-made support group. Still, they insisted that I get out of the house, and since it was free it wouldn't break my non-existent post-divorce budget. I hated to be pessimistic but I was right, there wasn't really much there for me. I got plenty of sympathy and chances to vent with friends, family, and co-workers. The people there were predominantly older and male. I may as well have gone to the clubhouse in my parents' development for a younger crowd.

I was about to leave my third (and last) meeting when one of the older ladies came up to me and said that she had a daughter who was about my age, and also divorced. She had married younger and been divorced for a number of years already. Would I be interested in meeting her? Sure, I said. What did I have to lose? I gave her my email address and phone number. I doubted I would hear anything.

A week later the mom called me. Her name was Susan. She said that her daughter, Janessa was interested in meeting me. I found it really odd that Susan was doing all of the talking for her daughter. I knew all about shyness, but this seemed a little extreme. Still, I decided to give it a try. I had custody of my daughter that weekend but my parents were more than happy to watch her for a few hours.

We met at an Italian restaurant on a Saturday night. I was a little nervous about meeting her. I found Janessa un easy to talk to. She got married at 23, right after college, and divorced at 28, unlike me who got married at 33 and divorced at 38. She didn't have any children and I had my daughter. We both stayed away from talking about our past relationships. We talked about business, mostly her score to settle. At the end of our meet she told me that she would like to take care of this as soon as possible with no backing out. I told her I was in no hurry. She gave me her finger  and told me that she would check back with me during the week and to keep my following Saturday open.

I spent the next 5 days trying not to think about Janessa. Whether I was at work, or in my apartment, or with my daughter I found my mind wandering toward the iPhone sitting in my pocket, and wondering if and when it would ring. Janessa finally called me on Thursday night. We exchanged verbal assaults for a few minutes and then she asked me if I would like to meet up for a drink on Saturday night. Sure, I said.

We had another sit down. I was beginning to hate this bitch with a passion.. At the end of our meet,  She lingered only for a moment. She said that she would call me again to make plans for the following weekend.

She called me on Wednesday night this time to arrange another meet.  Unfortunately my daughter caught a cold and I didn't feel right leaving her with my parents to go on a date. I called Janessa to apologize and ask if we could postpone our date a week. She was not very understanding. I apologized again, and again, and she finally stopped me, saying that it was disreputable that  I would put my daughter's well-being ahead of crafting the perfect duel to settle the score. I promised that I would make it up to her, and she said that I  will be making it up to her as finally arrangements were soon be finalized by the Peach Pit fight committee to draw up the perfect match environment.

Janessa called me on Monday night to ask me how my daughter was. I told her that she was doing better when I brought her back to my ex. We talked for a while, and eventually she  wanted me to come to the Peach Pit this  Saturday evening,. I agreed, wondering what type of fight she had in mind. I started trying to get her to tell me what she was thinking, but she refused. You're just going to have to wait and see, but rest assured your punishment will fit the crime she said. I hated not knowing what was in store for me after many weeks of harassment and intimidation of someone who would go to no end to ruin me.

The week passed slowly. Janessa called me again on Thursday night and I tried to get more information out of her, but she refused to tell me anything. What did she have in mind? It definitely felt out of line with acceptable Peach Pit fight sportsmanship.

Finally Saturday afternoon rolled around and I showed up at The Peach . She lived about ten minutes away from the fight site. I arrived in the locker room dressed in a sweatshirt with a t-shirt underneath, and sweatpants. Janessa came out of the bathroom  wearing a similar set of sweats, with her long brown hair tied back in a pony tail.

"So, what did you have in mind that you've been so secretive about?" I asked her. "Well," Janessa  said, "I wanted to do something more physical but yet in a place more claustrophic with a little added heat.   Have you ever heard of the custom rooms" She asked.

I smirked. ? "Yeah," I said.

"Are you aware of what they are used for ?" Janessa asked.

I sped through the Rolla decks of my mind. "Yeah, sort of," I said, "It's kind of fantasy room that's...."

"Catered specifically to settle personal grudges or vendettas in a enclosed studio set with the action being displayed on the jumbo tron out in the main arena?" Nicole asked.

I was too far in to back down now.  I wasn't going to say no to the opportunity to put my hands all over her. I could already feel my hatred swelling with the mere anticipation of tearing this cxnt apart for infiltrating my life.  Stupid nosy little bitch must have been rumaging through my locker during the night of the fight with Starletta trying to find anything to get close to me "Sure," I said with a grin..

"Great," Janessa said. " Make no mistake, the hell you put my friend through is nothing compared to what is in store for you.  I am going to milk this fight until the very last breath of your body has been extinguished from that curvy, pear shaped figure you call a body.."

"Fair enough," I said.




We arrived in the custom shower fight room where no window was seen, the shower heads were spraying hot water, with steam arising all around us.  Then we slowly disrobed our robes and tossed them aside as hidden surveillance cameras were catching the action.

Although Janessa was obviously fit and not small by any means, she was no match for me physically. I had 20 pounds and 4 inches of height on her, longer arms and more muscle. She charged me and I grabbed her in a bear hug, stopping her momentum. I could feel her pushing against me, trying to force me backward, but I held my ground. After a few seconds , I went on  own offensive and toppled her backwards and onto the ground. I straddled her waist and pinned her arms over her head. She tried to buck me off of her and succeeded in making me bounce in the air once or twice, but couldn't get free. Eventually she stopped struggling.

"If this is not the best you got then show me," I said.

"With pleasure," Nicole said. I got off of her and she helped herself  to her feet. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She approached me again, more cautiously this time, and I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers. Again, I had much more upper-body strength so she was no match for me. After maybe a minute of struggling I could feel her start to give. I let one hand go and spun her around with my other hand, flipping her down to the floor. I grabbed her around the waist with my free hand and pushed her backwards and onto the shower head wall  pinning her again.

If she did she didn't say anything to me. She glared at me, out of breath and frustrated. She was flushed and sweaty and her hair was disheveled.

I smiled at her. "Your all hype" I said.

Nicole glared back at me. She was obviously a competitive person. "Oh I can  make things a little more interesting, just getting warmed up" She asked.

"It's your last chance you either put up or shut you up " I asked.


Without a word after releasing her, Janessa lowered her head and charged at me, catching me around the waist and pushing me backward a few steps. I was able to dig in my heels and keep my balance on the shower tiles. Once Janessa's initial push was over, she had nothing left. It was easy to grab her around her waist and apply a body to body suplex on  the ground. This time instead of sitting astride her waist I fell against her, covering nearly her entire body with mine. I could feel her breasts against mine. My face was inches from hers, and I gave her a quick fist to her face.

"Fuck you" She cried.

"Dumb bitch, you were better off in the pit" I said.


 I climbed off of her and helped her to her feet. We grappled again, and  I grabbed her and threw her right to the ground, climbing on top of her and pinning her. She lay on the ground for a few moments, breathing heavily and glaring at me. "Showoff," she said.

I laughed at her. Janessa  surprised me by lunging at my legs, and managed to knock me off of my feet. She gained the upper hand for the first time and went about trying to pin my arms. I wouldn't let her. She would get one arm pinned but when she tried to focus on the other one I would lift the first one up. I toyed with her for a few minutes. She was really trying hard, grunting with the effort and getting more and more frustrated. When she realized she wasn't strong enough to pin my arms with hers, she ended up trying to pin one of my arms with both of her hands, and shifting her weight to pin my other arm with one of her legs. While she was off-balance I pushed her over until she was practically sitting in my lap, then I grabbed her in a hug and slid her off of me and onto the floor, lying across her for several seconds, but she was too exhausted to even struggle. I gave her a swift front kick upside her chin.

I climbed off of her and this time I charged her, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her to the floor. I made up my mind that this time I was going to let her have it.  I then unloaded a series of wild punches grounding and pounding her face into extinction.

She was lying against me, breasts pressed against my chest and her crotch against my crotch as her body shook.

I stood up and moved a few steps away from her. I jokingly did a couple of muscle-man poses.


I followed the sound of the door screeching open as I put my robe back on and headed outside back to the locker room.  She was lying on her side on the bed, completely destroyed, with a hand on her waist as a victim who fell prey to her own punishment.  Perhaps she raised the stakes too high taking her out of her usual element into a new environment she knew little about for it became the gamble that cost her everything.


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Public Enemy - Don't believe the hype

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK8sxngSWaU

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Peach Pit Play In Round

#64 - Priscella Hunt





vs

#65 - Ginger Roberts







SLAM!

"Hmph!" Ginger Rogers " literally felt the breath being ripped from her lungs as her back hit[/img] the floor. Hard.

Priscella  had slammed her.

Brown  eyes blinked rapidly as trying to bring her world back into focus, but before Ginger was able to bring a semblance of air into her  lungs Priscella  was already on her, her fists flying, smooth  thighs straddling her sweat slicked torso as she mounted her.

Ginger raised her arms up to protect her head from the rain of pain.

Her mouth was bleeding, she was sure of that. There was no mistaking that distinct copper taste that ran over her tongue.

She hated to scramble but this was a bad position and she needed to get out of it, quick. If the strikes she wasn't able to block paired with the way her head bounced back on the floor with the blows were any indication: she wouldn't be able to make it to the end of the tournament.

It could be her last fight, there wasn't a chance in hell that she was getting herself knocked out before this was over.

No way, her pride wouldn't be able to take it.

Ginger  shrimped to her side, pushing against one of Priscella's tanned thighs effectively getting her hips out from under her, quickly locking her own legs into a tight half-guard.  Ginger tried to get on her side, but Priscella was putting pressure on her, making breathing hard as hell. She ignored her chest pressing against her as she curled herself closer to Priscella's hips, the slick of sweat on both of their bodies helping her along, enabling her to get the under-hook. Ginger  didn't waste any time before roughly shrugging her shoulder forward, throwing Priscella's body off kilter. She tried not to smile at the widening of Priscella's startled gray eyes.

Yeah, didn't see that one coming did you, asshole? Yeah, I don't give two fucks if you think you are better than me


And she was way leaner and fast. Priscella didn't outweigh her by much

Ginger  had to admit that she was envious of that body.

Not that her body was anything to sneeze at.

She worked hard, trained harder, there was no way that she was going to let this bitch take it to her. Not without a fight.

Ginger  tried to take her back, trying to climb over the gal  like a giant spider monkey, but Ginger was quick to recover and was already turning into her, trying to overtake her.

Not this time cocksucker. Damn, Ginger was getting mouthy.

Ginger  ignored her inner shit talker and practically tackled the bitch back onto the blood splattered floor.

Fuck, that wasn't all mine was it? Ginger wondered, barely registering the other gal wrapping her  legs around her middle.

She  looked down at the gal  underneath her, her thighs clamped tightly around Ginger's hips painfully. Their eyes locked


Ginger  raised a  fist and slammed it down onto Priscella's face, over and over, barely concealing her glee when she saw the skin split open over one dark brow.

If only she could keep this up

A  bicep clamped onto her left arm and Ginger  jerked in surprise, feeling Priscella  use her hip as a place to brace her foot.

Fuckity fuck!


Priscella's leg swung over Ginger's head, her face being smashed mercilessly against the back of her  thigh. Face flush against hamstring. She felt Priscella's arm straighten, pop twice before she tried to defend against the armbar, her bicep straining, back arching as hse tried follow Priscella's backward momentum, to curl her arm from the uncomfortable position.


Pop twice, it ain't gonna feel nice, pop thrice.. Then you're fucked.

Sweat was getting into their eyes, stinging them. Ginger  gritted her  teeth  as she tried to stack Priscella underneath her.  She knew she needed to relieve pressure from her elbow, it'd snap like a twig if she didn't.

Lactic acid was building in her arms, her grips were weakening, her arms were getting tired.

Fuck fuck fuck! She chanted mentally, trying not to panic, trying to hold on until---


She finally managed to leverage Priscella off of her just enough to relieve soreness building up in her arm and elbow.  They both rose and the two fighters began  slugging away  with nothing held back was draining on  both combatants. However, Ginger's punches were now much more potent than Priscella
could stand. Wobbly,she was still worn out from their tight holds and
she also seriously underestimated her ability as a fighter.  Priscella's left eye was already swollen shut,
she had a multitude of bruises covering her entire body from Ginger's stinging solid
punches, but they continued to fight. Ginger finally forced her against the steel cage and took
the opporunity to knee her between her legs.  She then picked Priscella up and body-slammed her onto the floor. She bounced
up and down and was momentarily dazed, lying her back. Ginger dove on top landing
in the sixty-nine position, but this time it was definitely not for sex;  for
there were a different set of rules now in effect. Ginger's powerful legs began to
squeeze poor Priscella's head. With her  arms, she easily controlled her
wildly, thrashing legs. Now, for the first time in this battle, Priscella wanted to
tap out for help. It was too late! Ginger's thighs engulfed her head
more and more. It is amazing, how the female vagina can expand, at birth, for
the head of an infant. No less amazing was Eve's ability to expand her crotch to
cover Priscella's entire face like air tight glove. She could not scream and barely
even breathe at all. Now Ginger, instead of delivering life with her delicious
face-smothering wide open crotch, she was delivering death.  Priscella was being sent
to a well-deserved date in hell. She continued tightening the steel, vice grip
of her thighs. When one is faced in a
situation where strength has deserted them and the fear that they are only
mortal begins to dominate their minds, how do they react? In Priscella's case, She clawed at Ginger, punched, pinched, kicked
but to no avail.  Her wild attempts to kick out only succeeded in tiring her out more. Ginger
continued to gradually increased her pressure. She had bagged her prey and there
was going to be no escape for Priscella this time. Harder and harder her lethal legs
compressed her head, Slowly, perhaps 15 minutes
or so, Priscella's thrashing dramatically slowed. She could see the colors of her
face change from her powerful hold. Ginger  kept up her relentless deathgrip until
Priscella totally stopped moving and her body went limp; as she passed into history.
Ginger  kept the pressure on for five minutes more just to make sure, she was really
dead. Slowly she dismounted her former adversary. Her head was to the side, with eyes wide in horror and disbelief. Her tongue was hanging
down to his chin.
Ginger knew that the death of Priscella  would only cause a small
blip in the tournament. There were many others eager to take her place.
Still, she should savor this moment. She bent down and picked up her robe.
Ginger looked at the stretched out
Ivan and said, this is for the sex... the fighting is on the house.
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Peach Pit Play In Round

#61 - Marilyn  Frederick


vs

#66 - Miss Kitty

 

]Miss Kittie and Fawn L  were lovers on and off whenever there was a shortage of available men, more so when they were locked away in prison where there were no men. Prison is where they met and where our story begins.

They served time together in the same cell for assault. Miss Kittie  smashed a beer bottle in a pretty girl's face when she caught the girl flirting with her then boyfriend. Then, she humiliated her by stripping her naked in front of a bar full of cheering men. Innocently enough, Miss Kittie would have stopped when she beat the girl down, but the men in the bar encourage her to undress the woman. Button by button, snap by zipper, she continued egged on by the crowd of men who circled the women.

"Kitty! Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!" They cheered daring her to continue.

First, she unbuttoned the struggling woman's blouse exposing a lace C cup bra. Then, she unzipped and pulled down her skirt exposing a matching pair of bikini panties. Next, she turned her over, removed her blouse, unsnapped her bra, and in a tug, a struggle, and a pull, her bra was off and with a swipe, so were her panties, too.

"Kitty! Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!" The echoes of their chants were intoxicating. So, enthralled was she in reaping the rewards of her actions by basking in the cheers of the crowd that she stayed and did not flee, as the police pulled up, entered the bar, and arrested her.

Fawn L was arrested for nearly beating a girl to death when the girl called her a butch dike. Probably, Fawn was a butch dike but, not fully out of the closet yet, did not want to be called a butch dike in a bar full of people. Like Kitty, Fawn was a fan of humiliating her victim, too, by stripping off her clothes, or more the case, with Miss Kitty, ripping off her clothes. Only, with Fawn, she took it a step further, she fondled, licked, and sucked all the appropriate places, once she had her struggling victim in a vulnerable and compromising position.

Fawn's style of stripping and humiliation was different from that of Kitty's.  Fawn wasted no time in stripping her opponent. She wanted to see her victim naked just as much as the men that surrounded her did. Those who had seen Fawn fight before knew what was in store for her defeated opponent.

"Fawn! Fawn! Fawn! Fawn!" She needed no encouragement. With a quick pull here and a hard thug there, her defeated victim was naked before she could struggle to keep her dignity.

Call it destiny, kismet or fate but for two women who never met one another until thrown together in a prison cell, they had so much in common and they enjoyed sharing their exploits with one another laughing at the expense of their beaten and humiliated victims. They both liked to fight and they were good at it, too, and they both enjoyed humiliating their victims by stripping them naked. Miss Kitty stripping her victims more slowly by respecting their clothes, unbuttoning and unzipping, whereas, Fawn, had no respect for the clothes or for her victims and would rip and tear at the fabric to quickly reveal her victim in the nude. When they were done, they owned their victims.

Soon after they became friends, after meeting one another in jail and spending time together in a six by nine foot cell, they became lovers. Yet, once Miss Kitty was free of jail, having sex with a woman was the last thing on her mind. She liked men, lots and lots of men. Fawn's attitude was different. If she was with a man, she would do him, if she was with a woman, she would do her, and if she was with a man and a woman, she would do them both.

They were a couple of tough girls from the inner city but they were smart enough to know that jail was not in their future ever again. Miss Kitty was tall with long legs and auburn hair that she always wore in a ponytail and was never without her short, flared skirt. She loved wearing flared skirts because when in a fight, it gave her the mobility to move around, to kick, and an excuse to flash her great ass and shaved pussy lips to anyone looking and everyone was looking at Kitty's ass and pussy lips. Kitty enjoyed giving a guy who interested her, a show of the goods. She had a nice ass and was never shy about showing her thong.

Fawn L  had brown hair that was just the same length as Kitty's and same size. Her trademark was leather. She believed that leather accentuating her tits  and, in contrast, made her waist appear slimmer. She had leather  in all colors and prints. Besides, Fawn liked showing her tits, and leather was not as easy for her opponent to pull down and/or rip off when in a fight. Moreover, once her tits were exposed, she enjoyed sticking and rubbing her  tits in the loser's face. Definitely, Kitty was the prettier and sexier of the two with Fawn being a bit of a wild  type. Just don't tell that to her face, unless you are ready for some fisticuffs.

In jail, they swore their loyalties to one another and wanted to prove their worth when they got out for a shot at the Peach Pit tournament. Growing up on the mean city streets, Miss Kitty in Las Vegas and Ruthie in Reno  and both having brief occupations as hookers, they already knew how to fight, but jail is where they mastered their skills in pugilism and perfected their idea for winning the Peach Pit. Other women incarcerated with them, gave them a wide berth whenever they walked together down the corridors of cellblock D. They had already proven themselves in a dozen scraps in prison and the Warden was eager to release them on the pretense of good behavior, just to get them out of the prison population and his overcrowded jail. Their brawls took too much of the time and energy of his guards and the patience of him.

Once they came up with the idea for competing in the Peach Pit 2K17, they made a collect call to a mutual acquaintance, four hundred pound Fat Jimmy, the chef at the Big and Beefy Barbeque joint on Freemont Street in Vegas. Jimmy had a thing for fights, especially for those where the victor took the spoils of the battle by watching two women fight to the death. Being a successful businessman, he had some dough to invest. The idea appealed to him on many levels.

He set Kitty and Fawn up with a invitation.

Open only one day a week, every Saturday was fight night. Jacket and tie for the gentlemen and dress or skirt for the ladies was required. No jeans, no t-shirts, and no sneakers. Coverage charge was $50.00 to get in and drinks were $10.00 a pop, no matter what you drank, beer or watered down whiskey, the price was the same. Most guys opted for the beer, served in aluminum cans to avoid nasty bar fights. Whiskey was served in plastic cups. The only thing that anyone could possibly throw at the fighters or at one another was ice cubes and there were plenty of those in their watered down drinks. Yet, once they got a load of the bouncers, surprisingly, except for the boisterous noise, it was a well behaved crowd.

There at the fights, Vincent Fertello  recruited the biggest men to work as bouncers and there were twelve of them, four posted conspicuously around the ring, two posted at the front door, two by the restrooms, and four making their presence known walking throughout the crowded room. All wore two-way radios like they do in the secret service. Oh, yeah, they were all off-duty cops, too, who could arrest you if you were drunk and/or disorderly.


Before the main event was several amateur night bouts where women who did not like one another, women who held a grudge against one another, or women who just wanted to expose their bodies to the crowd, would fight. Sometimes, boyfriends or husbands would not tell their women exactly what kind of place this was and would take them there volunteering their name to fight. These were the women up first. Those were the women who were humiliated and the crowd went wild and loved it when they were stripped naked and standing in the middle of the ring crying while trying to cover their nakedness with their hands and arms.

There were no fake fights here. Although some women were ready to square off and fight, other women were did not want to be strip naked and struggled to maintain their modesty and dignity by surviving. All to no avail because if you stepped in that ring, you had be prepared to emerge naked. Kitty and Fawn were there waiting in the locker room to step in the ring and strip off their robe to prove their worth

The cage door opened Behind the unsuspecting woman, Kitty  stepped in for a grand hundred to one shot opportunity at the riches. 

 The crowd rose in unison at the sight of Kitty. She paraded down the
aisle.  Kitty stood at  5'3, weighing in at 145 lb.
   Her heavily oiled body gleams on the stage lights. Standing
ready she he poses for the eager crowd. They react with wild cheers. She has promised to impale this young
bitch, when he is finished beating her senseless.

   And now......screams the announcer .... comes her opponent. She is called the
the unpredictable one, the one and only  Ms Dangerous 
 Lightening Marilyn Frederick!
Marilyn had a reputation in the Peach Pit circuit as a colorful and challenging
character and tonight was certainly not to be any exception. She strutted down the
aisle with a broad confident smile and stepped into the Pit. Beyond this strange
facade was a strikingly beautiful woman. Marilyn had a record of 54 wins and no
defeats. She was so good, there were no more female
opponents at this time who were willing to step into the cage with her. Thus, she was granted this
opportunity to be the next sacrifice for Kitty. Helga stands 5'11"
weighing in at 135 lb. Her deep brown
piercing eyes being offset by the  large brushstrokes of black mascara painted
around her eyes. Her lush, deep red lips gave her
the appearance as some kind of live surreal painting. Above all of  these assets was the
fact that Marilyn knew No Fear! She was supremely confident in her ability and she
knew she possessed the fastest hands in the galaxy.

   The gladiators stood ready for the fight to begin. The entire arena rose to
their feet as the signal came and they advanced to the center of the ring. Now, in
all previous fights, punches are thrown, bones are broken and eventually only one
woman is left standing.  Kitty throws her
first punch... it misses! Another punch...  she misses again. A third , fourth and
fifth bare the same result. She hits nothing but... 
air! Incredibly Marilyn escapes, and dances away like a female phantom. She feints,
darts, bobs and weaves with reactions so fast, it seems she almost knows her every
move before she does. She is so elusive, it's like trying to hit your own shadow.
Kitty is also captivated by the sight of Marilyn's swinging targets and their hypnotic
spinning motion. The result, she can only connect with their breeze as Marilyn watches
them twirling while they pass. Marilyn does not mount any offense yet, as she
is content to frustrate her adversary with her quickness and cat-like agility.
  Kitty was growing angrier and more frustrated by the minute. Now the only
thought raced through her head, how he would enjoy defiling her when she is finished with her!
    Miss Kitty  is still throwing her usual assortment of fist, but this phantom
female seemingly will not allow this gal to touch her.  The female was just too quick to be hit. Marilyn sensing that she as offering no offense of her own, realized Kitty was in no
danger of being hit and began to get slightly careless.

Marilyn  finally began her own assault as Kitty
 continued with her heavy artillery punches ,
she began to offer up the counter-punch. As she slipped away from Kitty's club-like
hammer blows, she began to catch him on her follow thru. Kitty was only off in her
timing now by about 1 second but that was all Marilyn needed. Little red welts
began to appear on Kitty's magnificent body, which would not be enough to
hurt her, but surely embarrass her. The more times, Kitty was hit, the madder she
became. Marilyn loved it! She giggled like a school girl as she danced away from her
boorish attack.
Kitty  continued to launch more and more wild and
desperate punches towards her adversary. Marilyn began to taunt her, in addition to
her giddy laughter. The crazed Kitty finally flipped out and blindly
charged her, like a wild bull, throwing all caution to the wind. Of course she
side-stepped him and she rammed into the cage. It was here, Miss Kitty met
her match. Before she could turn and face Marilyn, she charged and began her
attack. Two, three, four and five sledge-hammer shots deep into Kitty's kidneys froze
her in her tracks. Holding her breath from the pain, she slowly turned to
face his challenger. Kitty's face was contorted in agony with blood dripping from her
mouth from the internal damage inflicted by Marilyn. For the first time in the fight
the mob rose to their feet sensing this was to be the defining moment of the
fight.
   Marilyn giggled waving her fist overhead in large circular motions; this was
the signal in her female matches that she was ready for the kill. She moved in on
Kitty. She launched a furious, vicious, and utterly savage barrage of
crunching body shots. Kitty vainly tried to hold her own, but Marilyn was far
too quick. The pain of the kidney shots she took, had clearly taken a toll on her
ability to fight and Marilyn was taking full advantage.There was no mercy in
her eyes! In the span of one minute her well-placed lethal, atomic shots inflicted
severe damage to Kitty. Her first punches hit muscle
tone and bone of this woman . However, under
her brutal assault, Kitty's body began to literally, cave in. Marilyn's blows broke thru her
 chest, the sounds of bones crunching brought the mob to their feet again
and again. Marilyn began to cut thru her physique as if it were butter.
It was almost pitiful to see this once proud prison champion being cut to ribbons. Marilyn spared her eyes from her furious assault as she wanted her to get a full-
view of the damage she was inflicting, and she wanted her always to see just who
was beating the hell out of her.
 
   Finally the massacre was over as Marilyn danced away with her arms swinging in
the air and her breasts again swinging wild and free. She watched Kitty
trying to reach a cage corner. She staggered  very gingerly... one step,
then another, and still one more. Marilyn laughingly inquired, hey big I bet  you're
gonna fall for me, right? Her totally wrecked body could no longer respond. She
sank to her knees and was only stopped from falling to the floor by reaching out
and grabbing the  leg of the female gladiator Marilyn. It was an
ironic picture to see Kitty on her knees seemingly begging for mercy from
her conqueror Marilyn. She looked down at her without the slightest hint of
sympathy in her icy black eyes. She cocked her right arm and unleashed a crushing
fist to the side of Kitty's head. The blow literally split her ear in two and turned
it into a gory mis-shapened bloody mess. She collapsed in a heap at her feet. Marilyn
graciously waited a full five minutes before
kicked her a few times just to make sure there was no more fight in her opponent.
   
 She proudly paraded
 all the while sensually  in a provocative manner it to delight of the crowd.
   She casually strode over to Kitty and savagely yanked her by the
hair. Marilyn literally dragged her to the center of the pit.  Marilyn giggled a she, then motioned for the medical team, to come in and take the
battered foe away. to herself she thought, she amuses me,  Now her only thoughts were savoring this
moment of this great tournament victory in the great arena of death.

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Peach Pit Play In Round

# 60 - Dina Masterson

 

# 69 - Fawn L

 

 






From the ladies room emerged the next round of tonight's combatants. . The crowd was on their feet cheering, whistling, and clapping as the women made their way down the center aisle towards the cage. Both fighters were in their early thirties.

Fawn was about 5'4" and had shoulder length brown hair. She was pretty. She wore a flared robe, which came to about mid thigh . She was thin lipped and by the way that she kept her head down, disgusted by the loss of her friend,  did not look at or acknowledge the crowd or wave to anyone in the audience, she appeared bitchy and unfriendly. Maybe, she was just nervous. As soon as she stepped into the cage   despite her best attempts at modesty, she flashed her finger to the audience.

Dina  was a  5'8" with short brown hair and wore her fight face; she looked angry. She wore a white robe that came to her knee  that buttoned over her 40 D's. The way she played off the crowd, waving and blowing kisses, she appeared friendly and approachable. Yet, once she returned her focus back to the fight, she displayed her fight face, again. In the looks department, she was top knotch material. When stepped into the cage she gave  the crowd a generous flash of her ass.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The bell keeper rang the bell to quiet the crowd and to get their attention.


Tonight's Play In Round has Fawn Lee, in the corner to my right, at 5'4". She is a 130 pound housewife from Cambridge, MN  Dina Masterson.  The winner of the bout will advance to the second round of the Peach Pit Tournament. ." At the Peach Pit , it worked much like Judge Judy's courtroom only with hard justice served  instead of reprimands.

Vincent Vertelli called the women together in the center of the ring.

"Ladies, this is for all the marbles, there is no tomorrow. Fight, kick, head butting, eye gouging,  hair pulling,  and tearing one another's eye sockets is perfectly acceptable," he said with a wink to Dina.

Fawn  shot Vincent a stern  look and then looked to Dina as if to say; no way you are going to get the best of me.
 She turned looking for her husband in the crowd with a look of panicked desperation. He waved and cheered. Dina turned and looked for her husband in the crowd and gave him the thumbs up sign.

"Protect yourself at all times and never turn your back to your opponent. . Good luck to both of you. Now, touch hands, return to your corners, and come out fighting when the bell rings."

The women touched gloves and returned to their corners waiting for the bell to ring.

"Ding!"

They both met in the middle of the squared circle with a half hearted jog. Immediately, Dina  hit Fawn with two quick jabs to her head  that knocked her head back each time . Fawn threw a haymaker, but Dina ducked down and the blow sailed over her head. They danced around the cage  with Fawn staying out of reach of Dina's fists. Dina continued stalking Fawn and when Fawn  stepped inside to try to hit her with a jab, Dina let go a left uppercut that knocked Fawn off her feet and on her ass.  Fawn struggled to get up gradually climbing to her knees with her ass in the air.

Red faced angry, Fawn ran across the ring and threw a wild punch that made her lunge past Dina where she fell forward leaning against the cage with her back to the floor.  Once again, Dina had avoided Fawn's wild punch and the punch sailed harmlessly over her head. She turned laughing and waving to crowd and the crowd cheered at the antics of the fighter and at the expense of Fawn.

When Fawn regained her balance and composure and turned to face Dina, she was met with a hard blow to the stomach. She doubled over in pain. The crowd cheered.


Dina then reached down and picked up Fawn  and lifted her  high overhead and slamming her down to the floor.

The violent force of the slam knocked the wind out of her and she lay on the floor helplessly immobile.

Fawn slowly propped herself up against the cage and was met with
two dainty fists and smashed her damaged 
knee with one hand and a switft hard kick between the legs  with the other. Boy did
she let out a howl. Too bad there was no one to come to her aid. Dina laughed at her
opponent.  She rested on her good knee, cursing her, while she
attempted to recover.
As she rose very carefully, Dina moved in with an incredible feat
of strength and actually judo-flipped her over her back. She sat in
the sand stunned. Dina charged over and grabbed her in a
headlock, cutting off her air supply, choking him. She was flailing
wildly with her massive arms, trying to get Dina to release her
hold. When she was just the right shade of purple Katie kicked her
in the back and she landed face down in the sand.

As she lumbered toward her, the confident Dina was taunting her,
gesturing towards her to bring it on baby. Leaning against the cage
the sultry vixen was waiting for heronslaught, posing
suggestively allowing her to view her ample assets, She slowly
deliberately and very delicately ran her index finger along her
sensuous ruby lips, moistening it in a very suggestive manner.  Dina
 moved her moistened finger in a
wickedly obscene, erotic circular motion; round and round her
nipples. In a magnificent and majestic display the nipples of her
golden globes, sprang to attention which only provoked her
lumbering attacker even more.
Fawn Lee was livid, you'll regret this you stupid bitch, she roared.
Just as she was about to grab her with her  hands, Dina
darted swiftly out of harms way and instead kicked out again to her
damaged knee. She howled in pain. Dina, just  loved this game and
her expert aim was always
on target. She continued to clutch her throbbing knee, but the
elusive, athletic Dina, kept kicking away.  In extreme agony, she
finally fell to the sand, supported by her one good knee. The
female warrior advanced and surprised her again by clapping each
hand against his ears, really ringing his bell. Without bating an
eyelash, she brought her knee up and rammed it into her face.
Ouch that hurt!
She kicked her in the stomach and then rammed home some well-
placed punches to her abs. Dina looked like a female
version of iron Mike pounding away at her mid-section. Soon Fawn's
abs were not quite so perfect and took on a visual that was closer
to jello. Dina was in her glory and becoming very turned on with
this slaughter.
Dancing around her fallen foe she inquired, am I too rough for you
big boy?
Dina  was not going to mess him up too much, just have some fun.
Poor Fawn was no longer "The Elusive Ninja", who lost her step.
The
pathetic coward meekly tried to crawl away in a full retreat, but
Dina  had given her her chance; now it was too late.
She jumped on her back knocking the air from his lungs. "Going
somewhere?'" she asked.
Dina  stood up circling him again, she was frozen with fear.
Screaming like a wild jungle girl, Katie jumped onto her back
grabbing her bad leg and twisted it back. She twisted it every way
she knew how, sometimes in a very unnatural, but always very
painful manner. The torture Mistress stood on her back bending
that leg as if it was a thick pretzel. It was not long until his
leg was useless, not
broken, just useless.
When she was done, she grabbed her good leg and worked it over the
same way. Dina, always inventive, tried to bend her leg back to
touch his head, and she almost did it. Now, all poor Fawn could do was pound her fists into the
sand, screaming bloody murder. Katie asked the Asian, "isn't
this is a wonderful workout, are you enjoying this as much as I
am?""
Now that her legs were useless, she turned around and decided to
work on those arms. She grabbed one arm and with all her body strength pinned it
behind her back. She marveled at how the tendons strained and
bulged in resistance from the pressure she applied. Now her
strength was actually superior to Fawn's. She kept forcing that arm
back harder and harder, until just before breaking, she released
it. Her arm dangled harmlessly at her side. One arm was now out of
commission.
Let's play with that last limb now Fawn, she laughed.
She was almost in tears now crying for help, but there was no one
to come to her aid.  With equal force, pressure and the strength of Dina, she tortured her remaining limb. 
Working with a doctor, interning in medical school she knew just how much pressure she could
apply without breaking her arm. Her medical knowledge always came
in handy.
She stood on her back twisting the good arm, she applied an
equally painful armbar. Dina let her know  that she was a pretty
good wrestler herself and she was in no position to argue.
Dina  wiped the beads of sweat from her brow and stood up to
admire her handy work. Standing on his back, she grabbed both arms
in a superbly
executed surfboard hold and basked in the glory of her victory.
Fawn's arms and legs were rendered
useless and she was totally at the mercy of the unyielding mistress
of pain.
 Upon dismounting, Dina released her and rolled her onto her back. -
With her arms useless,
she was helpless.
Get me a doctor please for the love of God, she moaned. Her pleas were muffled as Dina stepped on her throat a,d shouted, "
A doctor, right away, sure  I'm going back to the office
right now to make an immediate appointment for you".   
Just when Dina  was finally done torturing her ,
Katie turned to tell her one more thing as her gagging quieted down ,
By the way Fawn, when you got here it was high times but in the
next minute you will be six feet under reuniting with your friends.
 Goodbye Miss Ninja.

She sent her knee down hard crushing her wind pipe as Fawn's body sat there shaking violently until it finally went silent.
Dina  changed back into her white robe  and walked through the cage doors to the locker room. e
 She finished the story, telling the ladies in the back
that Fawn  just wasn't in her league, and when it comes to playing
with her she was just in over her head.
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Peach Pit Play In Round

#63 - Katie Kohl

 


vs

#66 - Sarah J


 





A weary Seeburg Select-O-Matic jukebox crouched beside the front door of the locker room. The tenth playing that evening of "Please Come Home For Christmas" was just ending.


Sara J , a veteran fighter of several fight circuits,  stood next to the jukebox until she spotted Katie Kohl sitting in the front. With eyes you could get lost in and an ass to die for, Sara J  was the best looking girl of the Peach Pit Tournament.

Katie Kohl called her a  bitch and, just for good measure, white trash. 

The jukebox screeched in protest as the needle settled back into a grove with Tammy Wynette spelling out, D-I-V-O-R-C-E. She reached R before he found the power cord and yanked hard. Lights went out and it ground into silence.

A chorus of loud complaints erupted. The other women fighters  turned  around to see what happened. Then, like a scene from an old western, everything got quiet.

The door open , as a security personnel reached for his blackjack. "Easy Sarah." Clay held up a hand. "Stay where you are and I'll be out of here in a second.

"You wait outside. I'll be waiting for your signal. There some things I need to settle. "

Sara  plugged the jukebox back in and left and Katie soon followed. They milled around to the main shower area.

In a loud, cocky voice, Katie asked, "Okay, I'm here. What's all this about?"

"You started the church fire that killed Abby and Ike." It was a statement, not a question.

A tiny smirk flashed across Katie's  face. Then she put on a show of indignation. "Bull shit."

The men stared at one another, until Katie looked over at the two women standing outside the front entrance to the shower. "What you doing here, gals? Trying to keep us bitches from running?"

The hulking fighter  pointed at her. "Thought I'd come along to make sure this is a fair fight, a one-on-one deal."

"What about you, bitch?" said Wheeler. "You want a part of this?"

"Not me," said a blonde fighter  She used her thumb to gesture at Sara. "I'm just here to make sure she doesn't kill you. You're not worth an involuntary manslaughter charge."

The casual tone seemed to unsettle Katie. But she recovered and turned to the large crowd clustered behind her. "Well, I guess Vinnie  ain't gonna be happy until I kick her sorry candy-ass across this bathroom. So let's get it over with." She punctuated her final words by making a big production out of turning back around to face Sarah . What she saw seemed to surprise her.

Across the small, neon-lighted space, Sarh stood nude. A second summer spent wrestling with heavy, green, plank-road lumber had put some impressive tone on her arms and upper body.


She smiled, took off her Hello Mom hat, and handed it to Katie. "Would you mind holding this for a minute? . Candy-ass might get all hot and bothered at the sight." The crowd guffawed. Katie returned her smile and accepted the hat.

With the formalities over, Katie turned back, then moved forward, talking loud and grinning. Without warning, she brought a vicious left sprang up from the hip.

Sarah had expected a sucker punch, but forgot Katie was a lefty. The side of her head exploded with pain as the punch bounced off her ear. She countered with a short left to the eye and a hard, straight right to the jaw.

Katie shook her head, then pressed in with a flurry of quick headshots. Some landed, most missed. Then a sharp jab shook Sarah and left her mouth bleeding. It seemed to wake her up. Before, she'd been fighting more in grief than anger. Now a lifetime worth of rage took over.

Katie  took two hard shots to the body, and stepped away. She paused to rub at her swelling eye, then grinned and came on like a right-hander, throwing a left-right combination. While Sarah was no fighter, thanks to her Golden Gloves father, she knew how to box. She parried most of the blows, then countered with a jab that bloodied Katie's nose and followed that with a hard right to the gut. There was a satisfying grunt of pain as air exploded from a gaping mouth.

Katie's breath now came in short, ragged gasps. She moved in again but with caution, like a wounded animal. All her bluster was gone. Sarah half-expected her to make a rush and try to wrestle her down. But after feinting with a right, Katie unleashed a savage left. It was a haymaker, a desperate attempt at a knockout.

The feint was good, but she telegraphed the big punch. Once again Sarah bobbed but felt the sting of knuckles banging off her  already throbbing ear.

The punch left Katie off balance and vulnerable. A right slammed into her mouth. Blood and spittle flew from busted lips. Eyes snapped open wide in pain. A left rocked her head. She tried to recover, to defend herself. But a right hammered her just below the heart. She grunted, doubled over, and stumbled backward before sinking to her knees.

With hands propped on thighs, Katie Kohl knelt, gasping for breath and stared at the ground. A string of bloody drool trailed from her swollen lips to the bathroom tile between her knees.

Sarah J rubbed her throbbing ear, touched her busted lip, and then studied her cut, aching knuckles. Finished with her self-exam, she walked over and stood in front of the woman who had killed her friends Abby and Devon. "You did it, didn't you?"

Katie looked up and tried to glare at her opponent. She spit a glob of blood onto the ground between Sarah's feet. "What the fuck you talking about, candy-ass?"

"You must be proud of being stupid." Sarah's voice was unemotional, almost resigned. "But, maybe you're counting on me to be a nice gal. You know, the kind who always plays by the rules and would never hit a defenseless woman. But just between you and me, I wouldn't count on that any more."

Sarah's fist smashed into the unprotected face looking up at her. There was a crunch of breaking cartilage. Blood spewed from a shattered nose. Katie's head jerked back. Her body twisted and he crashed to the ground.

Katie struggled to roll over, then got to her hands and knees.

Sarah stepped closer and spoke in a low, patient voice. "Now let's try that again. But this time, it'll just be between you and me. You did it, didn't you? You torched that church."

There was a pause, then a nod. Katie's lips were split and swollen, her voice a bit garbled. "But I swear no one was inside. And I'm, I'm sorry about your girl. But why in hell did she and that xxxxxxx go running in there?"

Sarah's reaction was immediate, instinctive, and brutal. She stepped forward and kicked her beaten opponent in the ribs. Her foot landed with a sickening thud and the sound of something cracking. Katie tumbled onto her side, screaming in pain, and tried to curl into a protective ball.

Sarah knelt on one knee and studied her long-time rival. "Can you hear me?"

There was a soft moan, then, "Yeah."

"Let me tell you something, Katie. Abby Marshall wasn't just my girl, she was my best friend, my fiancée. I'd loved her all my life but was too dumb to know that, then too afraid of losing her to admit it. When I finally manage to figure things out, you killed her.

"We were heading home to tell everyone Abby and I were engaged. Devone was with us. Our realizing we were in love, that was his doing. Then we saw the fire, and thought Devon's folks were inside. Rev. Carter's got a bum leg. I was driving. They were out of the car and at the church door before I could get stopped."

Sarah looked over to where Katie stood motionless, watching.

That's when he understood why Katie had burned the church. But Sarah then knew, that beyond any hope of forgiveness, she was also responsible for the deaths of Abby and Devon. She shook her head in disgust and looked back at Katie. "And you, you poor, stupid, son-of-a-bitch, you killed her trying to butter your ego , because she'd dropped you and started dating me?"

Katie nodded.

"Well, what do you know?" Sarah looked almost amused. "After all these years, you and I have something in common. We've both made fools of ourselves, not to mention killers, because of her."

Sarah shifted and spit some blood on the ground. "Now about that guy you killed. His name was Devon Carter, and he was another one of my best friends. In fact, he and Abby, the three of us, we'd been friends all our lives. But then you killed 'em trying to impress yourself. And I want you to get this straight, Katie, I want you to understand, Ike was black, but he wasn't a xxxxxxx. Is that clear?"


Sarah then slammed her head down in a vicious assault until her jealous foe was left shaking in a pool of blood while she put on her robe and walked out as the door to the locker room walked out as she motioned for a masseuse to prepare a sauna while the shower room was being cleaned up


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Peach Pit Play In Round

#62 - Natalie Combs

 


vs

#67 Kinkykunt23

 




Sean's sweaty hands kept sliding off the steering wheel of his beat-up old Toyota pick-up truck as he maneuvered it through the massive steel gate that swung open to the half-mile long dirt  driveway to the Peach Pit.  Sean was a nervous man, nervous and broke, and The Peach Pit  a testament to all that is bad and greedy in man, was the last place he wanted to be, but the first and only place he could think of.

"Just to get back on my feet again, that's all, just back on my feet again," he muttered to himself as he drove up to the cave entrance of the most successful underground sporting events  in the city. "That's all."

He got out and walked up to the cave  door and leaned on the bell.  Vincent answered himself, but only because he knew Sean was coming. Any other visitor would have gotten one of the servants. Vincent  smiled broadly when he saw the sullen Sean and offered a  paw. Sean took it and shook limply. He couldn't help but think just how greasy the promoter  looked today.

"So, you're broke and you need my help," Vincent  said, walking Sean to his expansive study. "Isn't this a pleasant turn of events?"

Sean sunk into a thick leather chair. It was only a few months ago that Vincent had approached Sean with the idea of pitting his wife together in a fight to the finish at the pit . Pat and his wife, Kitty, 23, a brunette  firebrand with small , tits and athletic  body, were very much into the fighting scene, often scaring away what few friends they had when Vincent would suggest that the woman do battle.

Sean was also put off by the idea and had nothing to do with Vincent, other than some carpentry work for him. But when the trade went sour and Sean's bills piled up,he became indebted to Vincent. His fighter, Natalie, was a black haired  brown skinned- beauty of  37 with a rock-solid 5-foot-inch body that she took care of, devoting many hours to it in the gym and hitting the running track. She was a street girl, too, grew up tough and hard and could fight with the best of them. But Sean never told her what Vincent  had asked.

 Sean, do you think Michelle can put up a $1,000,000,000 fight?" Vincent asked, swirling his expensive brandy in a snifter.

"No sweat," Sean said. "I'll Kitty here tomorrow night. You just have the money."

Vincent laughed. "The money is always here, my friend, just look around. See you tomorrow. Tell Kitty.... you're going to a party."

Kitty was steaming that night when Sean got home and told her they were to dress to the nines the next evening for a party at Vincent's house. She hated him, too, almost as much as she hated his lifestyle  But she knew it meant a lot to Sean's business if she went. What she didn't know is that it meant 1 million.

"Jesus, will you look at this place," Kitty  seethed as the battered pick-up truck returned to the Peach Pit the next night and found a parking spot  along the dirt road amid a collection of BMWs and Volvos. "Makes my skin crawl thinking about the way this asshole screwed so many people to make his money."

"C'mon, Kitty, I need this guy," Sean whined. "I know you hate to hear it, but money's money. I need work for my business and he's it. Just play along."

"I'll play, I'll play," she sighed. "But I just don't want to run across his bitch fighters. If I ever get alone with any of them, I can't promise you what will happen."

Sean smiled inside. That's just what he wanted to hear.

They went inside, made small talk with people they didn't know, had a couple of drinks and ate very expensive appetizers. Vincent came out and made a big deal out of introducing them around before he escorted the two of them to his wood-paneled den, in which, Sean noted, the furniture had conveniently been pushed to the sides.

"They'll be painting in here soon," Vincent said by way of an excuse for the wayward furniture. "Oh, Natalie, I do believe you and Kitty know each other?"

The dark-haired Natalie sauntered in in a low-cut evening gown, her huge tits welling up over the top. She shot Kitty  a look and sat in one of the chairs, crossing her short but muscular legs, exposing her rugged thighs at the tops of her dark hose. Kitty  did the same on the other side of the room, in her much-cheaper silver-sequined dress cut low in front and high on her  thighs encased in opaque pantyhose, and the two vixens glowered at each other.

"Oh, Sean, come out here for a second, I want to show you some work I think needs to be done, and I think you're the man for the job," Vincent said, escorting Sean out of the room. "Girls, get reacquainted."

He winked at Natalie and she nodded. Kitty  fumed and stood up to leave, but  Natalie barred the door, shutting it firmly and spinning around.

"Where do you think you're goin', leetle girl?" she spat . "My husband said get re-ak-wainted. And that's jes' what we're gonna do!"

Sean and Pat watched from above from the roar of the crowd in the Pit , Sean nervously, Pat with a bemused smile on his face.

"Going well so far," Vincent laughed, slapping Sean's back, Sean grimacing at his touch.

They watched as without warning, Natalie strode up to the Michelle, grabbed her head and slammed her supple, hard thigh up between the blonde's legs, smashing into Kitty's pussy with a sickening thud. Kitty's eyes shot open and her hands flew to her crotch as she fell to her knees before the laughing Natalie. With Kitty's hands out of the way it was easy for Natalie to flatten her with a brutal right cross to the jaw. The blonde flew backwards and bounced off the cage before landing flat on her stunned face.

"Cheap shot, goddammit, that wasn't fair!" Sean cried out, leaning on the glass and wanting to bust through it, grab his wife and head home, the money be damned.

"It's early yet, kid," Vincent  sighed. "Wait and see, though I must say I don't see a lot of fight in your lady."

"Oooo, nice butt on you, girl," Natalie laughed as the battle continued, stepping over the prone woman at her feet and sitting on the small of her back, facing the blonde's kicking feet. "Too bad I'm gonna fuck it up for you!!"
 She stretched her short legs out and locked up her ankles to put extreme pressure into her crushing scissors, her torso atop the blonde's squirming back.

"I work out three time a week, can you tell?" she laughed as she continued to administer the tight vice grip. "Can you feel it my thighs? Huh? Can you? I sceeesor you good, no?"

Sean watched his wife scream in pain between the other woman's powerful thighs, Natalie laying down savage, snapping bursts of full-out crushing power, Kitty's blonde hair all that was visible in the black gal's legs. He stared intently and from the side noticed Pat beaming proudly.

"Oh, it's done now," Vincent said in a voice thick with sexual urgency watching Natalie dominate Kitty . "Once she gets those legs on someone, it's over. She better give or she'll pass out!"

"She won't, she's tough, tougher than you think," Sean growled, trying to believe his words as he watched his wife's body go limp in the squeezing frenzy of Natalie's jolting legs.

Kitty's  hands clawed at the muscular thighs that were clamped around her head. She tried pulling the relentless thighs apart but couldn't. Just before the pressure grew too great and the thick, corded muscles of Natalie's crushing inner thighs squeezed her unconscious,

Kitty raked her long, ruby-red nails across Natalie's big legs. Natalie screamed like a trapped animal and let go the scissors.

"You marked me, you whore!!" she screamed. "You gonna pay for dat!"

Natalie leaped to her feet and flew at Kitty , arms flailing before her. Kitty, being a seasoned battler, knew a weak puncher when she saw one and let Natalie come. The Blonde  spitfire actually landed a couple of shots, a right roundhouse to Natalie's jaw and a left jab to the belly, but Natalie took it, luring the angry woman closer. When Natalielet fly a wild hook to the head, Kitty  shot a lean,  arm up and blocked it. For a split second the women's eyes met, and Kitty  saw fear in her opponent's face. She smiled briefly and came up hard with her right hand, clipping Natalie  square in the chin with a violent uppercut. Natalie staggered back, dropping her hands and that's all Kitty needed.

The blonde unloaded a blurry-fast barrage of bruising body punches, driving her hard fists deep into Natalie's exposed belly and sides. Each one was harder than the last and resulted in an explosion of air from Natalie's punished midsection until she had none left and slumped to her knees. Kitty  never let up, slamming Natalie square in her painted lips with a powerful right jab and knocking her to her back by stepping back and delivering a vicious kick to the mouth. She stepped over Natalie and laughed when she saw a thin trickle of blood leak from Natalie's nose and another from her split lip.

"Screw with me, will ya?" Kitty said angrily, reaching down to pick up the beaten woman. "Look down on people not as rich or as snotty as you, will ya? Well, I ain't done with you yet, rich bitch, but by the time I am, you'll think twice about crappin' on poor folks again!!"

Kitty  easily hoisted Natalie into her arms and then up onto her shoulders. Falling to one knee, she dropped Natalie, spine first, across her upraised thigh for a brutal backbreaker. On the other side of the mirror, Pat watched in shock as the tide turn, and Sean smiled proudly.

"Told you, asshole," he said, nudging Vincent as in the room,  Kitty smiled and Natalie screamed when every bone in her back cracked loudly.

Kitty  draped one arm across Natalie's legs, the other across her chest and pushed down as hard as she could, threatening to snap the black  woman like kindling over the meaty fulcrum of her thick thigh. When she tired of that, she flopped to her side and took Natalie in a gut-wrenching bodyscissors, her short,body latched to Natalie's belly and back, squeezing so hard she thought her thighs would meet by squeezing the crying woman between them out of the way.

With Natalie down for the count, Kitty added a new punishment; she grabbed her hair with one hand and unleashed a brutal flurry of punches to Natalie's already bloodied face. By the time she was through and unlocked her thick thighs, Natalie was nearly out cold. But she wasn't done yet.

The blonde kicked Natalie's hands to the side and straddled the bloody, moaning face and dropped, like a stone, atop it, crotch first, smashing into Natalie's screaming face. The blonde sat up straight, slamming her thighs together, smothering the moaning woman in her pussy and legs, feeling her screams course through her crotch.

"Smell me," Kitty  growled, snapping her hips back and forth, grinding on Natalie's trapped face, her muscular little ass flexing and relaxing as she mercilessly rode the beaten woman. "Smell the smell of victory of my cxnt, you fucking whore!"

No sounds came from behind the mirror as Vincent  watched, his mouth agape in shock at the sight of Natalie being facesat with such ferocity, a huge smile on Sean's face - and a growing hardon in his pants. As Kitty shamelessly rode her victim's face to a brutal, snapping and hip-thrashing orgasm, Sean nearly shot a load at the sight, groaning and thinking his sexy wife never looked sexier.

Natalie's frantic face humping slowed as her orgasm waned, feeling her thong soak with her juices and smear over Natalie's mouth and hips, coating her flesh, mixing with the blood on the beaten bitch's face. She finally stopped, spread her thighs and looked between them. Natalie was out like a light, smothered to unconsciousness by Michelle's relentless face riding.

The blonde stood, smiling down at her foe and stepping away from her defeated foe.

"Well, now," Vincent sighed glumly, escorting Sean out of the room. "That was...entertaining."

The men walked in, Sean beaming with pride, Vincent subdued and looking at his vanquished wife on the floor.

"Nobody's ever beaten her before," he said with a resigned smile. "Job well done, Kitty."

Kitty  watched as Vincent handed her husband a check that Sean quickly tried to pocket. She walked over and snatched it away, her eyes growing wide as she Looked at it.

"Ten-thousand dollars?" she asked incredulously. "What the fuck is this, Sean?"

"Your husband's pay for getting you to fight " Vincent said nonchalantly. "Surely you've heard of our love of a good battle, a rousing bloodsport?."

He pointed to the mirror. Kitty's eyes widened.

"While we were watching from the other side of that mirror, I thought he was going to jump out of his skin, he got so excited," Vincent laughed.


"Oh, we're leaving, believe me, we're leaving," Kitty  growled through clenched teeth, grabbing her shaking husband by the arm and dragging him toward the door. "For 10 grand, this job isn't finished yet! "

"Honey, please..." Sean whined. "You don't understand, we needed...the money...it seemed..."

Outside, she spun him around when they reached his truck, slamming him into the driver's door and wrapping her arms around him, planting her lips to his and nearly choking him as her tongue shot down his throat. His eyes were wide open and frightened, staring into the determined eyes of his wife.

"You don't get it, baby," she snarled, cupping his balls and stiffening cock in her strong little hand, squeezing until he yelped in pain. "This brought something out in me...something I didn't realize I had...something you weren't counting on...Now, get in the fucking truck. But I'm driving, you got something else to do!"

And they rode home, Kitty  behind the wheel, Sean's face pinned under her thighs after she grabbed his hair and forced him under her, his desperate tongue licking her as they drove down the street and into an entirely new way of life...

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Showtime After Hours Intro

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Peach Pit - Second Round Action


#1 - Vanida Wattana

 


vs

#65 - Ginger Roberts


 






It was on a Sunday night. A night when, usually, Peach Pit is alive and well. When all walks of life are intertwined as one; and the night seems to last forever! It was the night two friends became enemies; two friends became strangers and only one of them would walk out with the satisfaction of being, indisputably, the best in the world!

The arena was filled to capacity; maybe even a little passed in space; but for a rare spectacle, rules were broken, people found a way inside and money was made. If you weren't inside the building, you were outside.  . Nobody wanted to miss the Fight Of Fights, and if you did, people had every right to taunt your loss...

As usual, there was an Undercard; but only this time, it would not go on to surpass the Main Event. The fans enjoyed their, seemingly, appetizers but all night, were hungry for the entrée. They had wanted, just as much as the contenders themselves, to find out who would be walking away and who would be barely able to walk at all...

And as mentioned before, both competitors, at one time, had been the best of friends; closer than any sisters and also, a very successful team of sorts; even if they had been a little arrogant in their ways. But now, for Ginger Roberts and Vanida Wattana , all resemblance to closeness was now a memory. They were managed by a beautiful, busty and seductive woman only known as Izel; and also so happened to be Roberts ' lover on the side. Many speculators had considered Izel to be the real final nail in the women's  friendship's coffin but was certainly not the first jab thrown, so to speak...

No, the real trouble started as it usually does: With jealously. After years of training together; supporting eachother to the fullest and training their bodies to the maximum, Roberts  was given a title shot against, the then, reigning champion, Patricia Wong, an amazing yet extremely vain athlete from Hong Kong. After only three rounds, the Chinese champion was defeated; knocked unconscious and his reign, over. That night, only Izel came to the ring to celebrate her friend's victory. Vanida, was a no show. And the first jab connected...

Being the more level headed of the two athletes, Vanida decided against her suspicions and let her friend slide; maybe it had been just an off night for the younger Ginger; after all, she had just finished winning his OWN grueling match moments before. An injury could keep even the most well meaning friend away. This was not the case though, as weeks went by and no congratulations, praise or acknowledgement was given. And thus, the second jab landed with precision...

At the very next fight night, Robers would defend her title but this time, it would be without any support from her  now distant friend. Wanting to keep her girls  together, Izel, who was as intelligent as she was gorgeous, offered to manage the champion that night; to show some unity; and had hoped Vanidda would follow. This would not to be.  Roberts was again victorious; undefeated and still the best in the business. The beautiful Izel wrapped the world title around her friend and temporary client; holding her arm up high and ended with a hug. Vanida outraged, jealous and bitter, ran to and into the ring, and without warning, without a word, sucker punched Ginger ; knocking her  friend and their friendship out cold. And with that one punch, the punch heard around the world, things would never be the same again for the champion nor challenger...

Things would only get worse, as soon Vanida, was announcing herself as the real champion; claiming her knockout on "Picture Perfect" Roerts was legit; if only recognized by others. Obviously, this was intentionally done, to get under the champion's skin enough, and be granted a title shot. And so, it had obviously worked, as Ginger was more than willing to put her title on the line against her  now fiendish and former best friend. But things had took an interesting turn at the official fight press conference, set up by the Black Dragon Society Fight committee, where both contenders were weighed in and asked many questions Izel was put on the spot, when asked who she would be supporting that night: Her lover or her best friend? When Izel didn't answer fast enough; supposedly, the "correct" answer, Ginger erupted yet again; dismissing her services; walking away, but not before promising quick and easy victory. Izel felt she had no choice but to follow Vanida. Had she been wrong to even think otherwise? Things were so out of control and she wished things would be back to the way they were; she wished their friendship---not some title---meant more. Before she could express her thoughts, the champion spoke up and asserted his defiant dominance to his worthy rival:

"Yeah, run away. You're good at that. You're good at taking the easy, CHEAP way out, aren't ya? Now, ever since I EARNED this belt...you got that? EARNED!...ever since I've earned this belt, you've been real shady to me and to Izel...you're so in love with yourself, that any one of your friends does a little good for themselves and you fuss and whine and mope like a little child. Well, you know what? I'm not a child. I'm a woman. And not just a bigger gal; not just a better gal...I'm the World Heavyweight Champion...I'm the best in the world...and if I'm bitch enough to put what makes me important on the line, then I think you should too! So after Sunday night, after the bell rings and you're eating the canvas...I'll be going home, victorious; undefeated with MY belt---AND WITH IZEL!...and believe me, I'll be eating something too!"

You can only imagine how this infuriated the challenger to the throne; and even though she was a bit uneasy with this proposition, being in front of the comittee, the fans was too much for her ego; she accepted. Perhaps she baited her former friend into the match, but she realized her foe now had now tricked and baited HER into accepting a stipulation that she had a chance of not winning. With the press and fans screaming questions, obscenities and cheers, Ginger grabbed Izel, who was now filled with more anxiety; yet a new curiosity, as her face proved; as a lovely shade of red emerged on her cheeks. It was really over, she thought. There was no way back and only one woman could rule the ring; the world and her heart and she knew exactly who it was going to be...

So there you have it Peach Pit fans the world over! A fitting recap of the exciting match history of an exciting, never to be decided and scrapped title fight that hooked and shocked the entire underworld! And with only just a few minor possible outcomes at hand, both these warriors knew they had to give it their all---but there was only one victor that night, as mentioned. Did Ginger Robers, with her overwhelming power and very precise technique, have the tools necessary to remain the woman and take away another gal's treasure? Or was the unbelievable speed and unmatched, uncanny agility of Vanida Wattan enough to land her the victory, along with advancement in the Peach Pit Tournament?

The girls come out at the bell to a wild whooping din from the crowd, and
Ginger  circles and jabs, feinting well for such a agile gal . Vanida pushes
some tentative kicks, ducks in low and tries an uppercut that bounces off Ginger's forearm,
then goes for a clinch and punches Ginger in her ears while Bonnie punches her in her unprotected kidneys. Vanida  breaks the
clinch , snaps in a real nice right to Ginger's
mouth on the backoff, bloodying her lip. Shit, Ginger
is clearly enraged, wiping her lip with her hand, and flexing her fists
like she was pumping up her knuckles, but she has to remain cool, we want
this thing to last.
They circle again, some more ineffective kicks from Vandida, then Ginger
traps her in a corner and lands a wicked left to the body that doubles Vanida
over, and, like a reflex, Ginger's  big knee comes up and catches Vanida in the
maw like a front-end collision. Ginger a knee-jerkin' jerk, lost her head,
and Vanida is now in danger of losing hers. She's now straightened back up,
her arms too high, and Ginger works a combination to the body that's hard
enough to break ribs. Vanida, in deep trouble, is now doubled over again,
hands up in front of her face anticipating the knee, and Ginger wisely
backs off giving the girl room to move .
Vanida, holding onto the cage , gets what amounts to a panting
but she's a little unsteady coming out of the corner, and there's blood
smeared all over her mouth, like she was in a plasma pie eating contest,
but she's got her hands up and she's ready to fight. She circles, jabs,
catches a good jab from Vanida, then lunges in low under a g right and
scores with a left hook to the tit that makes Ginger grimace, but before
she can counter, Vandida has struck again with a right to the chin, then she
quickly grabs the head looking to drive the knee, but Ginger's Hard head
isn't coming down, her back and traps swell, this big 170-pound girl can't
pull Ginger's neck low enough, and Ginger  slash blocks Vanida's arms right
off of her and puts a short right on the girl's nose that opens it up like
a hot water tap, blood is running into Vanida's mouth. The capacity crowd is hooting like hyenas, chanting "Gin-ger, Gin-ger," but after a little more circling and jabbing, during which
Vanidta gets her head snapped several times with lefts to the eyes--Ginger
Vanida has swelling around both eyes and
a bloody nose and mouth with fattened lips. Her nose is probably broken and
some ribs may be too, she's breathing kinda bent and wheezy, it's written
all over her face .   Vanida  comes out swinging  , but Ginger catches her right away with a
really smashing jab, then follows with a right uppercut that catches Vanida  on
the jaw and lifts her in the air a few inches. Whoops. It's clear she's
gonna go down from this punch, and Ginger  rushes in to bull her into the
corner and bounce her off the cage , then she starts working over her
body, keeping her standing with just the force of the blows, and after
about a dozen thudding body punches, she pulls the head down and drives the
knee three times, blood sheeting up like windshield washer, before letting
Vanida  drop on her broken face.  Vanida  is
probably in a coma now and she was no doubt gone like the wind after the second
knee, maybe the first. Ginger takes a victory walk around the ring to the
wild cheers of the crowd, blood and mucus running down the front of her
massive leg from the clot of gore that's clinging to the battering ram she
was high steppin' with.

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Hello everyone, looks like this board suffered an upgrade and some data loss from my tournament stories that were deleted that I restored.  I also will be inserting some requests people have messaged me and you still have to only through this 2nd Round to submit any fight requests to be added to this year's tournament.

New rule, all poll ties  will result in anything goes for that particular match.  It could go one way and it could go another you never know.  That makes more sense and adds to the intrigue instead of resetting the polls and starting all over again. 

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Showtime After Hours Intro

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Peach Pit Second Round Action

#32 Trish Stratus




 

 

vs

#33 Corrine Blanchard

 

Trish  was at the public beach compound with hotels surrounding that housed many of the Peach Pit fighters and significant others. It was a nice day and she I was working on her tan. She had on this little rainbow colored bikini and it was very nice, suiting her admirably. It was, by the way, strictly a sun-bathing bikini. Definitely not a swimming one. The tie that ran through the bottom of the triangles that made up the breast coverings was not fastened but ran through hemmed loops. It made it very easy to adjust the bikini while wearing it but it would be an embarrassment waiting to happen if she went in the water.

Not wanting to be bothered by the local wolves, one in particular, she  wasn't with the main crowd but had found herself a reasonably isolated position to relax and listen to music while I tanned.

Trish  should have known that that wouldn't be enough to keep all the wolves away. She was lying back, eyes closed, idly conducting the song she was listening to, and she felt someone standing next to Trish. By felt, she mean that they were casting their shadow over her, and it was noticeable.

"You're blocking my sunlight and I'm not interested. Please go away," Trish said, hoping that it wasn't Chuck standing there. (The particular wolf I wanted to avoid.)

"Hello not interested," came a warm sounding voice. "Unusual name. I'll have to remember it for my next play. I'm William Shakespeare."

At that I did open my eyes. That and the fact that William had been kind enough to move so that his shadow was no longer on me.

"William Shakespeare?" she asked. "As in the famous poet and playwright, William Shakespeare?"

"Ah, you've heard of me. Fame is so fleeting that people tend to forget you when you don't write anything new."

"Especially when you haven't written anything new in five hundred years. You look younger than I'd have expected. Not a day over eighteen."

"Oh, please. There's no need to be insulting. I'm several days over nineteen. Don't blame me for the name, please. Blame my parents. I fully intend to have my name changed once I'm twenty-one. Are you having your name changed from not-interested? Strange name, that."

"Yes, I changed it," Trish said with a sigh of exasperation. "It's now Trish Status, perhaps you have heard of me. What are you changing your name to?"

"Leonardo DiCaprio. I'm used to people recognizing my name so I thought I'd just update it to something modern."

He was kidding. I knew he was kidding but he said it with such a straight face I couldn't be certain.

"Well, it's been nice meeting you William, or Leonardo, if you prefer, but I'm busy. Why not go and play with someone who has time to spare."

"Too busy to talk? What sort of woman are you? Women love to talk. Tell me about yourself. How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? Will you go out with me? Are you a virgin? What are my chances of getting you into bed? Little scraps of information like that just fascinate me and will help give me a well-rounded view of your personality, which will go along with your superbly well-rounded figure."

"Eighteen, no, no, none of your business, zero," She replied, hoping I'd got the answers in the correct sequence.

"Hum. So that's age eighteen, no boyfriend, you're playing hard to get, not a virgin, and I'll have to work hard to get there."

"Hold on," Trish said indignantly. "How does none of your business switch to being not a virgin?"

"At eighteen, if you were a virgin you'd have said so. You didn't say so, so the chances are that you're probably not."

He was right, but damned if she was going to admit it. Trish contented with herself glared at him.

"Just go away," She snapped.

"But aren't you going to ask me all about myself? Women are insatiably curious. Surely you want to know more about me."

"What's to know? You're William Shakespeare, the famous poet and playwright and you died five hundred years ago. That's why you're using such old-fashioned pick-up lines. Go away."

That's the point when a fist came out of nowhere and bounced off the side of William's head, knocking him over. Standing where he had been was Chuck. So typical of Chuck and just one reason why I don't like him and will not date him. I glanced over at William to see if he was all right.

William was slowly getting back to his feet, smiling, but there was bloody murder in his eyes.

"And who might you be?"

"I'm Corrine, and you're talking to my boyfriend."

"Well if he is Will Shakespeare who are you Corrine Norris? Gosh, it's my day for meeting famous people. Why do you call him your boyfriend, Corrine?"

"I'm not Corrine Norris. I'm Corrine Blanchard. He's my boyfriend because I say he's my boyfriend."

"That's strange. Mr. Hollywood  was just telling me he doesn't have a girlfriend. We were finding out about each other to see if I'd fit her requirements for his next girlfriend. Looks like you've been dumped, Corrine, so why don't you run along?"

Corine did  her flexing her muscles and Trish had to  admit she looked rather formidable. She was bigger than William, and out-weighed him considerably.

"I've got a better idea, pissant. You run along and I won't turn you into meat paste." Corrine was clenching her fists and cracking her knuckles, looking as though she'd really enjoy smashing poor William. If William had any sense he'd depart while still breathing.

"Sorry, Corrine, but you had your free hit and it wasn't a home run. Try it again and I'll be forced to take remedial action. Tell you what. I'm a poet rather than a fighter. Why don't we both compose a sonnet, winner gets the boy."

"A what?"

"A sonnet. It's a poem of fourteen lines. Ah, I'm assuming that you can count as high as fourteen?"

Corrine, amongst her other flaws, is a trifle dim at times, but even she can tell when someone's taking the mickey. Her face went red, she yelled something, and charged poor William.

That was the start and the end of the fight. Corrine took two steps, fist drawn back to punch a hole in Trish, and Trish's foot connected with Corrine, kicking her squarely in the cods. Corrine didn't even scream, just collapsing to the ground in a heap, trying to wrap herself around her vagina

Trish took hold of one of Corrine's arms and twisted it, hauling Corrine up onto her feet.

"Go and feel sorry for yourself somewhere else, Corrine," she told her, "and don't come back. We don't want you here and your boyfriend doesn't want you at any time. Now get."

With that she gave Corrine a push and Chuck went staggering off, bent double and moaning.

"That was a terrible thing to do to poor Corrine but necessary," Trish said, finally finding my voice.

"Yes, it was, wasn't it," he said with satisfaction oozing out of his voice, sitting down next to me. "Still, it was better than the alternative. If I'd let her beat me up I'd have had to charge her with assault and battery causing grievous bodily harm and she'd have gone to prison. This way he she learns a lesson and doesn't go to prison."

Somehow Trish doubted that. I suspect that in a fair fight Trish would still have won. She had moved awfully fast and struck hard and accurately. Trish told him so.

"Possibly," he shrugged, "but in a fight, if you don't cheat you deserve to lose. We weren't in a boxing ring or similar. Corrine  wouldn't have been bothered with fighting fair or she wouldn't have attacked someone smaller than herself . Forget her."

I was quite willing to forget Corrine. I had done him a favor. . I couldn't see Corrine chasing me now that I'd seen her defeated so easily. Too humiliating for her. Another thing that helped me forget about the fight was William's behavior.


"I can't help it," he said, speaking quite calmly. "I'm all hyped up after that brutal battle, my chemistry currently overloaded with adrenaline and testosterones. You've conquered the enemy and now am entitled to take this ex WWF Diva  as my prize."

"
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. He didn't have the same problem.

"So, I am now your official boyfriend," he said. "Where shall we go on our first date?"

"You are not my boyfriend, neither official nor unofficial. You are a stranger who I will not recognize on the street."

"Harsh," he murmured. "After all we've been through and I'm to be cast aside. Want me to tell Corrine you've dumped me."


"Speak to that bitch  and I'll kill you. I'm seriously contemplating that right now so I suggest you go away. I have to go to the change room ."

"Why bother? The pool is right here. Just go in and have a nice refreshing swim."

"I'm not on holiday here," Trish said repressively.

"Riiiight," he said slowly, looking at my bikini. "Of course, you'll want to get changed to go swimming."

I ignored him. What would he know about sun-bathing bikinis and swimming bikinis? I gathered my things and stalked off to the change rooms , William with me all the way, keeping up a line of patter that would do credit to a professional comedian (or politician).

Thursday night in the girl's weight room in the basement of the Peach Pit everything's segregated here, it's like sleepaway camp.
Trish has been at it alone, nothing but the faint whirr of the air
conditioning and her pumping blood, for over an hour.   She's
in plain gray sweats, stained dark practically all over, that locker
room musk is rising off her in waves, flaring her nostrils, and it smells
damned good. Trish is  lightheaded. All her blood is in her arms and chest, her
breasts  are twitching with the involuntary shudder of animal flanks.

Sounds in the hall; shit, it's Corrine  and Queen Wendy in flesh-hugging
pastel lycra stretch tanks with spaghetti strap shoulders and matching
olympic hurdler's shorts, the kind cut so high they look like panties.
Cutesie beyond belief. They're sports braless, dark areolae shining like
full moons 'neath the fabric sheen, what the hell is this about.  Trish  give them credit for working out, they're not in bad shape at
all, but, still, they're assholes. They look at me from across the room,
sitting on a bench in a sort of blood stupor, big 'bells littered around
me on the floor, and they start muttering among themselves, they seem
bugged.

Then Courtney yells, "Uh, excuse me, you'll have to leave now. We've
reserved the room for the next 90 minutes."

Reserved the room? They need the whole room to themselves? Trish is  starting
to get pissed, she can feel her body jerk out of first gear of its own
accord, and  find herself  standing, arms wide in that threatening lat-
fan posture that dilettantes find so weird.

 "What, am I in your way? Not enough space in here for three? Don't
worry, I won't stare at your tits."

Corrine frowns, bites her lip and shakes her head in an exaggerated
motion like she's talking to an idiot. "That's not the point. We
reserved the room for just the two of us. You'll have to go. Sorry."

Reserved for the two of them? Never heard of such a thing. How do these
drama twits get away this kind of stuff? Time to get real: "You want me
out, you'll have to throw me out. Shouldn't be much trouble for two big
musclebabes like you."

Corrine  looks to Queen Wendy , the bigger of the pair by far. Corrine's about
my height, 5-8, but she can't weigh more than 145 lbs, she's whip lean but solid. QUeen Wendy  is six feet and c160, though it's
mostly fat on her. Corrine strides over, stands close to me like she's
afraid of being overheard, maybe she thinks her size is intimidating and
she has some advantage by looking down at me. "Look, Trish," she says-
-she knows my name, I don't even know how, I've never talked to her
before--"why don't you just be nice and leave? I don't want any
trouble, but if you really make me bodily throw you out, I will. I'm a
lot bigger than you, obviously."

 I guess
being the star drama twit, she'd never dream in a million years that I'd
give her a rough time. She's standing within an easy arm's length, her
nose crinkled up in barely concealed disgust, I guess she can smell the
l'eau de pump all over me, and I bitch slap her fast and hard with my
right hand, my arm moving with blinding speed considering how gorged it
is, it feels so distant I could be a two-brained dinosaur, a carnivore,
and the crack peals in the gym like a bulllwhip, and her face has been
snapped into a stinging profile, and when she brings her pretty head
back around to face me there's a look of stunned terror there that
transforms in a split second to seething rage, and she telegraphs the
blow with her mouth and eyes even before her right hand starts to move,
and it's not an open hand she's roundhousing at me, it's a big six-foot
girl fist, but I've already caught her wrist in the vise of my left
hand, and I'm stepping forward, bending her arm back, way back, and she
has nowhere to go but down and she's sitting on her ass on the mat, I've
still got her in the wrist lock, and I bitch slap her again, again
moving too fast for her to block, harder this time, so hard my hand is
imprinted on her face like an applause sign, and there's a thin trickle
of blood at the corner of her mouth.

 Well, let me tell you, that got my ass in gear, I'm quivering now in
the sweet snap of an adrenalin wash, I can feel my heart and lungs
working like hot-oiled machinery, and Corrine is moving forward
uncertainly, fear and confusion written all over her cute face like a
Bambi .  She starts to crab-
scrabble backward on her ass away from me, a torrent of foul language
pouring out of her pretty mouth, but Corrine's still coming at me,
she's got a look of violent resignation on her face, hey, this drama
twit have some balls after all, in this sports bra I look big enough to
peel her  like a bananas, and I fake a downward move toward Corrine, then
charge Corrine, who sets herself and tries to throw a straight right at
me, the chick's got real spunk, but I slap the blow out of the way like
it was a mosquito and barrel into her with my swollen-big left shoulder
and she seems to literally fly backward, smashing into a Universal
station and collapsing in a tangle of long, lean limbs.

 I look over my shoulder and am surprised to see that Corrine is not only
on her feet, but she's about to pounce on me--why she would ever want to
get in close with me I have no idea, she must be panicking something
awful, but there we are thudding together, chest to chest, her big
breasts are crushed into my neck, our arms are wrapped around each other
and we both start squeezing, and hey she feels pretty strong, but I'm
squeezing at about three times her power, and she gasps as I put the
pressure on, I can hear some of her vertebrae popping like I was a
chiropractor, and then she lifts me off the ground, my feet are dangling
for a second, hey she's really strong! but I lower my grip and pull in
hard on the small of her back, and she groans and starts to bend back
away from me, she wants out now, I'm hurting her, and then she puts her
hands around my neck, they're big hands, they're choking me off with
fingerspan to spare, her thumbs are pressed hard between my jugulars and

 I've got to get out
of this choke hold right now, but Corrine partly blocks, partly jerks her
face clear of the hand and she lurches forward, putting a headlock on
me, and I fight it, I try to straighten up and fire an elbow at her, but
damned if she doesn't just muscle me down, leaning her weight on my
head, she's much stronger than I bargained for.
Corrine has slipped behind me and turned the headlock into a
choke hold, she's got her right arm levered up under my throat like a
crowbar.  Corrine  is strangling me to death. I've gotta
get this big girl off my back; I reach back with both hands and get a
grip on the back of her neck, as Courtney flicks a left-right into my
eyes, which I have no choice and I break the choke and grab her forearms, and Corrine  is all
over me again, kicking and punching

Corrine's  standing a safe distance away in a very sexy fighting stance,
breathing hard, wet with sweat, left arm extended, right fist around hip
level, she's got quite a pair of hands on her, they're fist ready, no
nails or polish, unusual for a drama twit, she hasn't hit me yet and I
don't want to find out what that's like, but I've got the upper hand now, that
nasty lynx is finally down. I'm panting pretty good myself, and I can
feel some swelling over my right eye, and there are L.A. Gear toemarks
on my side, but I'm ready to square off with Cindy and kick her ass from
here to the infirmary.

Before I can do anything
she punches me in the crotch with a swift left, it's totally on target,
and I'm doubling over, I'm imploding around the fulcrum of her fist, and
she hits me again with the same left as my head is coming down and she's
starting to stand up, it's right on the mouth, I've got the salty-sweet
taste sensation of blood on my tongue, and I'm trying to get my hands up
to block the next shot, but there's a screaming throb in my loins. Cindy
charges in and sidekicks me so hard in the chest I go down on my back,
the wind booted out of me, and while I'm down Corrine  starts to
placekick my head, I get my arms up and they absorb the kicks, but I've
got to get away from her and I roll over in the middle of this assault
and start scrambling away on all fours,Corrine  kicking me in the ass
and thighs, and as I scamper by a weight rack with a naked dumbbell bar
on it, nothing but sleeves, I grab it and swing back behind me, whacking
her perfectly in the knee and she drops like she was hamstrung.

"Fuck! I think she broke my knee!"

I damn well hope so. Corrine  is on the floor looking frantic, both arms
wrapped around her leg. I'm on my knees, skulking behind a bench, still
holding the bar. I've got a big gob of
blood in my mouth, and I spit it out on the floor. Luckily, there are no
teeth in it.  I make a quick sprint and a lunge
for Corrine  before she can get to her feet, and I catch her by the arm
in mid crouch and jerk her up so hard it may have dislocated her
shoulder, and I back off with her in my grip, still holding the bar,
it's pulled up under her chin, like I'm some kind of monster dragging a
victim back to its lair. She's got her sharp-knuckled fists gripped
tight on the bar, the clear-polished nails just long and sharp enough to
put someone's eyes out. 

I snap Corrine's arm loose and drive a left elbow between her
eyes so hard she goes over like a life-size cardboard cutout, and
she jerks her face away and crouches over in a fetal peekaboo, and I
grab her with both arms around the waist and try to hoist her up, my
right hand sliding under her full ass, and I get her to about shoulder
height, she's gotta be at least 160, and with a grunt I rest her on my
shoulder and then I drop her on the hardwood on her hip, and I scoop her
up off the floor, one hand between her legs, the other under her neck
and I fling her like that back into the room, she flies face first like
a missile and lands with a thud on her chest, and I go over and turn her
limp, heaving form chest up with my foot, I want to see if there's any
face damage from the bar,  there's a rising bruise on her forehead, but
the skin isn't broken, she's lucky, that bar could have killed her, and
I pull her up by the wrists and slip my shoulder under her chest in a
fireman's carry and
and I heave Corrine  off my shoulder with both hands, she spills crazy-limbed
onto her back like a doll,

Well! Finally, some measure of control! I peel off my sweatpants, I'm in
skin-thin black bike shorts, I bounce on the toes off my Nikes so my
fully loaded calves throb in a twin cardiac pulse, then I shake a thigh
pro poser style, a high-speed flesh jiggle that resolves suddenly into a
rock-hard quad carving, as I tense up from ankle to hip, one leg then
the other. Corrine  has pulled herself to a sitting position and is looking
at me with beseeching cow eyes.  All my muscle fibers are fast-twitching, my glutes are flexing
up steel-bun hard in the bike shorts like they were alive, and I have a
desire to pull them off, grab Corrine's head and ram her patrician nose
up my ass then break it like it was a walnut, but I can't risk this,
someone could come in at any time. So I grab Corrine  by the head and
lift her onto my shoulder, then with a palm on her flat, hard belly and
a hand gripping her long, beautiful neck with chicken-wringing strength,
I press her overhead, lock out the elbows and hold her there, moving
around a little to maintain my balance like an acrobat, and then I press
her twice more, she's not a dead weight but she offers no resistance, it
feels so good, then I throw her straight out and she sails a few feet
before landing hard on her shoulder, making a loud whoofing noise. Courtney
has gotten to her feet.


I take Corrine up off the floor under the armpits, and hold her erect,
she's drooling off her chin and her eyes aren't quite focused, my hands
are webbed behind her head, my feet set wide.

Corrine's head is snapping against my hands like a soccer ball penalty-
kicked into the net, and after about ten wicked blows  I give Corrine a quick two-handed shove and she crashes into the floor smearing blood all
over .  I
step in and fire a right to her jaw, it's a knockout punch, she staggers
back as Cprrine  falls at her feet, then she topples over on her back
with a thud. .I really put my ass on the line coming between
this  maniac, lucky I know how to defend
myself, you know?

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