Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 23: Pride and Paychecks
After my icy battle with Brandy and the whole episode with Deanna and I, followed by Kiva's first fight, I'm chomping at the bit to have another fight and continue my winning ways. Though, I'm hoping to keep it indoors for the time being since winter has decided to try and hang around a little longer and something somewhat organized would be nice for a change. Fortunately for me, an incoming phone call remedies both of those issues.
The caller I.D. reads "Douchebag Billy", I smile when I remember saving Billy the owner of the fight club's name as that a few months ago. "Hiya, Billy...what's up?" I chirp, guessing that he is about to give me some work for this weekend.
"How's my favorite blonde brawler, today?" Billy replies cordially. I can hear the insincerity in his voice already.
"Ready for a fight...that's how I am....ya got something for me?" I reply.
"Maybe.... how much do you weigh nowadays?"
"That's not very gentlemanly..."
"I'm no gentleman....umm.... Jake's not around is he?"
"Lucky for you he isn't.... and about one hundred and thirty...why?"
"Well... I had a fighter get pregnant- not mine... at least, I don't think so... anyway, I need a blonde fighter.... but you may be too runty..." he says with that slimy chuckle of his. I know he is trying to goad me into fighting a bigger woman, but it's not like that has stopped me before.
"How big is she?" I ask matter of factly, cutting through his bullshit. I'm up for most fights but I am smart enough not to walk into an asskicking.
"About one fifty.... er, well one sixty... five foot eight" the fight club owner says apprehensively.
I mull it over. That's a pretty big weight advantage. "Is she a bodybuilder or something?" I ask.
"Nope....she's in our new Housewives Division... so she is pretty much normal.... as normal as you ladies who fight can be, I suppose... anyway, I think she's some manager at an accounting firm. If that mat-" he answers.
"Housewives Division?....what gives, Billy? Did my invitation get lost in the mail?" I snap, cutting him off mid sentence. "Anyway...How much are you paying?" I say back in my business tone.
"Two hundred to show up.... seven more if you win..." he replies, clearly in his all business voice and thankful I'm not pressing him about my omission from the division.
"Make it three, to cover your glaring mistake... and if I win, I get a shot a Jolene..." I counter.
"Sure, three for showing up and now that you mentioned it.... I guess you didn't know that Jolene will be fighting for the inaugural championship after the fight I'm offering you... so she'll be there... if you beat Danielle, I can get you into a number one contenders match, you'll have earned that, for sure- did I mention how hard I get thinking of you two hellcats going at it in my cage?" There's the slimeball I know.
"I suppose that'll have to do.... I'll be there. Send me the details... catch you later." I say before tapping the little red button to hang up. I spend the rest of the week getting myself prepared physically and mentally.
When Saturday rolls around, I feel ready and focused. I know a win here puts me one step closer to getting to sink my claws into Jolene's skanky ass.
I arrive with Kiva and Jake at Billy's club and we make our way inside. The smoke filled club is packed with the usual clientele, though the normal ratio is different with a lot more of the well heeled variety here than working class. The area suburbanites are here in droves, no doubt wanting to see a woman they may know embarrassed and stripped nude. As we move through the crowd, I see is Jolene with Paige and her husband, Robert, sitting in a corner booth watching the evening's events. As luck would have it, we have to walk by the booth on our way to my dressing room. "Good luck tonight, skank." I bark as we reach her table.
"You suck as bad at reverse psychology as you do at fighting, bitch..oh and I see you brought a little lapdog with you tonight " Jolene fires back, eying Kiva up and down.
Putting my hands on her table I lean down until I'm eye level with the red haired whore. "I actually do want you to win.... I want to be the one who takes that title from you.." I growl.
"Bitch, I'm the only one that will be doing any taking- when I take your husband" Jolene says as she begins to rise to her feet. I can see Jake's face redden from the corner of my eye, clearly embarrassed at his lack of will power when the green eyed bitch was all over him as I beat the hell out of her sister. I told him that I was bringing Kiva to watch my back. What he didn't know is that I mostly want her to make sure he and Jolene aren't spending any more time together.
About that time, I feel the hands of one of the club's referees grab my arm and I hear Billy's voice. "Ladies... ladies.... save it for later... you both have fights tonight... I assure you both, you will get your chance to settle this business... just not tonight."
With the husky Latina referee nudging me towards my dressing room and my temper cooling some, I refocus on the task at hand. One step at a time, I tell myself. Win tonight and I'm one step away from getting my chance at this bitch- and nothing will be sweeter than taking her title. I'll wait. It will be worth it.
I finally make it into my dressing room and start getting ready. The Housewife Division is pretty straightforward we fight in bikinis, no punches or kicks to the face- everything else goes and the winner is decided by submission or ten count pin. The big kicker is that the loser is stripped nude in front of the crowd and her bikini is taken as a trophy by the winner. Evidently, seeing your average, everyday woman defeated and left baring all has been quite the draw. There can be agreed upon special conditions but not tonight.
Minutes ago, I heard the previous match end and got the "you're on deck" knock on the door. Jake and Kiva left to take their seats quite a while ago. At least that skank Jolene fights right after me and won't have too much time to hover around him, and even if she tries, Kiva should be enough of a deterrent to any funny business.
I limber up in the small room focusing my thoughts on my match with a bigger woman. I hear entrance music playing and the crowd applauding as my opponent makes her way to the cage. I can hear Billy announce her as Danielle "MegaHurtz" Harris. Clever nickname for a big girl, I think to myself. There's a brief lull in the noise level before I hear the final knock at my door. I get to my feet and step out of the locker room and into the light.
I don't do it often, but I have to admit that I do enjoy the rush that having all of the room's eyes on me and their cheers gives me. I bounce down the aisle in a fairly conservative camouflage bikini, my golden mane swaying in a ponytail. Confidently, I hop into the cage and the door slams shut behind me.
The referee is a petite Asian woman, there seems to be an abundance of them dressed as referees tonight. Evidently, one of the sponsors of this division is retired general or some such big wig with the military and he has a penchant for Asian women. It's irritating but the little woman gets nearly as many cheers as Danielle and I since she is dressed in what would pass for a "sexy referee" Halloween costume complete with knee high socks and a black and white striped bikini.
The slender Asian woman meets me and gives me what should have been a quick, customary pat down but instead the referee decided to go for extra applause and gave me a good groping- as if I could hide anything in this bikini. I don't let it faze me and keep my eyes locked on to the light skinned black woman across from me.
Danielle is wearing a bright orange bikini that works well with her skin tone. Her black hair is straightened and shoulder length. Her dark brown eyes are glaring at me as we walk to the center of the cage.
Neither of us are paying much attention to the smaller woman going over the rules. Getting this close to my opponent, I finally get a chance to size her up properly. At five foot eight, she is nearly three inches taller than me and she is doing her best to show me that advantage. "You actually think you have a chance against me, little skank?" Danielle sneers in nearly a whisper that only I can hear.
Her one hundred and sixty pounds are distributed well but she does have a soft belly jiggling slightly beneath her heaving breasts and growing from her wider hips. Of course, it takes more than a thirty pound weight advantage and a pair of big tits to intimidate me. I press into her, knowing my body is firmer and that can have an intimidation factor of its own. "A big mouth on a big bitch....who would've guessed?" I taunt back in the same harsh whisper letting her know I'm not intimidated.
"I'm about to show your flat chested ass just how big of a bitch I can be!" She snarls, making sure to press her chest into mine for emphasis.
"Whatever, cxnt.... you'll shut that mouth when I parade your naked ass around like a prized cow at the state fair." I bark back, my county accent becoming more pronounced as my temper flares.
Without any more words we continue our stare down and by the time I realize the referee is finished explaining the rules, we are nose to nose and chest to chest snarling like two wildcats. The small Asian woman does her best to push us apart and only succeeds when we each back off on our own accord.
Nearly as soon as there is a body length between us, the bell sounds and the fight is on. Knowing, I'm giving up quite a bit of weight, I'm somewhat relieved when I see Danielle settle into a somewhat sloppy boxing stance as I'd rather take my chances with her maybe having some natural punching power than have to deal with her size as we roll around on the canvas.
Not wasting any time, I throw myself towards the bigger black woman in a fury. Danielle is caught off guard and flat footed. I slap, claw and punch recklessly driving the dark haired woman into the cage as she tries to escape my unexpected onslaught.
I latch onto her hair, forcing her head down as I begin to unload knees into her belly and rain body blows onto her lower back and flanks. The bigger woman paws at me and tries to push me away in a desperate panic.
Already I can tell that I'm a better fighter, but if she can take loads of punishment, I'll still need to be careful because her size can erase my skill advantage in a heartbeat.
I continue my battering of the bigger bitch and by the end of the first minute I have her coffee with cream colored skin speckled with red blotches and her big tits are flopping over her bikini top that I've nearly ripped off, but only managed to pull down. Her eyes are wild and desperate as she comes to the realization that this smaller woman is thoroughly kicking her ass.
I land a hard hook to the body that drops her hands and leaves her mouth open, gasping for air. I follow it up with a hard slap that nearly puts her down and sends her stumbling into the cage. The big woman, clings to the fencing to stay upright as I command the center of the cage. "That all ya got, ya big soft bitch?" I taunt confidently, hands out and motioning for the crowd to give me applause.
"Fuck... you... cocky little .... cxnt!" Danielle snarls with a glare that might be intimidating but for the fact I'm beating the hell out of her at the moment. Enjoying, the adulation of the crowd and knowing that a dominant performance here should get back to Jolene, I motion to the big woman to 'come get some'.
Danielle is a good enough fighter to know that she is in trouble and has to do something quickly or I'll be walking out of here with her bikini having barely broken a sweat. This time, the dark haired woman charges me with an angry growl. I land several good hard body shots that nearly buckle the big woman but not before she is able to get her paws on me.
I am driven backwards into the fencing. We grapple at close range, wrestling from a standing position until we get in a mutual bear hug with neither of us getting both arms underneath our opponent's shoulders. I can feel the larger woman's rapid breathing as we struggle body to body. Her size and strength advantage is offset by fatigue to the point that we are an even match as we both strain to get the other woman to the mat.
Going for the extra leverage, I latch on to her straight, black hair. She groans out "Bitch!" and goes for my blonde mane, but I have seized the advantage. Wrenching her neck while going body to body, I'm able to get her off balance. With a quick twist, I trip her and we go to the ground with me landing on top, driving a loud groan from the black woman.
I try to hold the bigger woman down with one hand pinning her hair while wailing away with slaps at her face as I sit straddling her belly. The crowd is getting raucous as I unload on her, but my screams of "bitch!" and "cxnt!" are even louder than the fans- as are the smacking sounds as my palm slaps her face. Danielle's make up is smearing from the impacts and her tears.
"You... gonna... cry... now ... big girl?" I taunt loudly once I see the waterworks begin. With a rage filled roar, Danielle plants here feet and bridges. Thinking I had her beaten, I wasn't expecting her sudden, powerful move and I am flung forward. I slam into one of the cage's posts, face first.
"Fuck..." I curse myself for poking the bear like that, shaking my head to clear the cobwebs. With the haze fading from my mind, I realize my ass is in the air and my face is pressed into the fencing. I force myself to roll to a seated position. I see Danielle only a few feet away and crawling towards me.
"That's what you get, bitch!" Danielle barks as she reaches for me. I'm still a bit foggy. She continues as grabs my hair and begins slapping at my face, "Talk shit... you get hit!"
I shriek the first time her palm connects with my cheek. The second strike snaps me back to reality. I instinctively lash out at her hair and latch on. The crowd's buzz begins to build again as we start tumbling around the canvas. It doesn't take long for everyone in the building to see that engaging in such a catball with Danielle is a losing endeavor for me.
We only exchange the top position a couple of times before I find myself beneath the heavier woman in a makeshift schoolgirl pin. "Got your ...mouthy, little ass, now..." Danielle gloats as she traps my face between her thick thighs. My legs are pinned awkwardly against the cage and she grabs my wrists and plants them to the ground.
"One!..." I hear the ref shout.
"Not talking now... are you, bitch?" Danielle snarls commandingly.
"Two!..." The pint sized official continues while I struggle in futility. "Three!" I collapse back down. This can't be happening. I've kicked this bitch's ass all night and now I'm trapped. This is bullshit, I think to myself, getting more desperate and pissed as I hear the slender Asian woman yell "Four! .... " then "Five! ..."
Danielle begins to chuckle as she sees the building frustration in my face. "Why's your face getting so red?"
"Six!... ". Fuck. This. I'm not going out like this. I start bucking wildly, my feet finding the chain link fencing and I begin to use them to climb the cage.
"Now... where do you think... you're going, little girl?" Danielle asks, her tone indicating that she knows she is completely in control.
"Seven!....". Danielle releases my wrists and reaches back. She grabs at my feet and is able to grab one of them. The big chested black woman folds it down in a half matchbook pin.
"Eight!" The ref shouts. I let out a groan as I am contorted painfully. I have one foot planted on a pole that forms a corner of the cage while the rest of my body is folded and trapped beneath the bigger woman.
The crowd is in a frenzy now as they sense the end coming. "What's the matter, bitch?.... cat got your tongue..." I'm really starting to hate this slut.
"Nine!" The ref's voice building with excitement as she holds up nine fingers. With one last, desperate growl, I kick off the pole with my one free leg, using every last bit of strength that I have.
The big woman pitches forward and I slip out from between her legs. Pulled free, in no small part, by Danielle holding on to one of my ankles. The crowd gasps and groans as my shoulders come off the mat and break the count at the last second. Instinctively, I kick my legs to push my larger foe away. We both scramble back to our feet, turning towards the center of the cage and facing each other.
Danielle looks to have mostly recovered from the beating I delivered to her early on the fight. Now her caramel skin shines with perspiration beneath the venue's bright lights. Other than being covered in sweat and having her large chest exposed as her bikini top is still pulled down, she looks to be in good condition.
Across from her, I'm panting and sweating heavily from having struggled so frantically to make my last second escape, but otherwise I'm pretty well off physically- considering my near loss. Mentally, however, I'm seething. Mad at this bitch for her trash talk and mad at myself for getting sloppy. I raise my hands and roll my neck. "Alright slut.... now I'm ... gonna hurt ya!" I growl, moving forward, ready to resume my original strategy.
"There...you go... running ... your... big mouth... again...little bitch" Danielle sneers with her new found confidence between breaths. "Time ... to ... shut...it!" She says, getting louder with every word. With her hands up, she moves to meet me.
We clash in the center of the cage and start swinging and shrieking. Again, I'm the better striker and begin pummeling her but the few she does land feel like hammers hitting my ribs and belly. The crowd gets rowdy again as we trade blows. Fortunately, for me the bigger woman begins to tire and I start to take control again.
I continue to assail my adversary, slowly driving her backwards until she is up against the fence. Between my attacks and her fatigue, Danielle is now completely gassed. She latches on to my hair hair again, hoping to keep me off of her.
"Let go of my hair... tubby... bitch!" I snap, before unloading another hook to her gut. That one takes a lot of the remaining fight out of her. She is now clinging to me, clearly trying desperately to wrap me up only to keep me from hurting her more.
"Since... you like ... grabbing so.. much... how about THIS!" I growl, sinking my claws into her bare chest. The dark haired woman howls in pain. She straightens up against the fence and her hands clamp down on mine trying to free her orbs from my talons.
With her preoccupied with my attack on her chest, I see another perfect target of opportunity. With her back against the cage and her legs wide to give her a good base, her pussy is just begging to get acquainted with my knee- and who am I to deny that meeting?
"Fuck you.. big ass ... bitch!" I snarl before unleashing a hard knee that connects flush with the taller woman's cxnt. The crowd groans collectively with the impact. While a strike like that isn't as bad as it would be on man, it is still devastating. Danielle's knees buckle and her mouth appears to scream but no sound is being emitted.
The bigger woman is hanging on me now, all of the fight beaten out of her. Her instincts are to stay upright, but all that does is leave that big, soft belly open for my fist to find as I continue to use my other hand to maul her massive breasts. With every impact of my knuckles and twist of my talons, I hammer home the fact that I'm the better woman. I know it, she knows it and from the building noise level, the crowd knows it.
Finally, I release the dark haired woman and she slides down the fencing until her ass is sitting on the floor of the cage. I back off a couple of steps and look at the destruction that I've wrought. The woman's originally immaculately applied makeup is smeared from tears and the battle. She simultaneously is trying to soothe her tits and pussy as she rests, completely oblivious to me or anything else other than the pain she is feeling. Her bare tits are red with the scratches from my claws as they heave rapidly while she tries to suck in oxygen as she sobs.
I readjust my bikini, before I begin moving towards my nearly helpless foe. I grab onto her dark hair and drag her to the center of the cage. "No...noooo.." the black woman groans, almost helping me to move her as she tries to alleviate the pain in her scalp as I drag her. I dismissively toss her to the canvas and stand over her.
I put my foot on her face and the big chested woman grabs it pushing back slightly. Commandingly I bark "Stay. The. Fuck. Down. Or I'll really hurt ya!" Danielle lets out a long sigh and releases her grip on my foot, letting her arms fall to the mat in an act of submission as the referee begins her count.
The crowd cheers loudly as the count gets higher and explodes as the petite Asian finally shouts "Ten!" and calls for the bell. Danielle lies spread out in the center of the cage with her eyes closed in shame as the ref raises my arm in victory.
I'm not sure what comes over me. Whether it's the adulation of the crowd, Danielle's earlier attitude or just wanting to make an impression before earning a shot at Jolene... or the other woman, but in any event, I decide that the woman needs an example to be made out of her. "Get up, bitch..." she begins to sit up. Subconsciously covering her tits back up with her bikini top. " No... on your hands and knees like the big cow that you are!" I command with contempt to the darker skinned woman.
The bigger woman complies, even as she trembles, knowing that I'm about to humiliate her. "First...let's see those udders.." I shout to the crowd as I rip the bright orange bikini top off. Next, I cockily make my way around Danielle. "Now... be a good show cow and give me your bottoms..." I command the conquered woman as I slap her ass leaving a red handprint. Her face blushes and I can see hatred mixed with the humiliation in her face as she slips the bathing suit bottoms off but she does as she's told nonetheless.
"Seems you are fully domesticated... get on your knees... now, bitch!" I growl. Danielle acquiesces and we find ourselves with her sitting on her knees, head down as I tower above her. "Give me what you owe me!" I sneer. She is fully in tears now as she reluctantly gives me my trophy.
With Danielle's bikini in my clutches, I make my way out of the cage, leaving the naked woman on her knees as she tries to summon the courage to take her long nude walk of shame back to the locker room. I'm almost floating with the euphoria of my victory. I take my time to give out a few high fives to the crowd and stop to plant a long passionate kiss on Jake's lips, whispering what I want to do to him once we get home tonight. Finally I give the audience one last bow before I duck into my locker room to get cleaned up and changed.
Even though I hurried to get myself put back together after my brawl with Danielle, Jolene's title fight is well under way by the time I take my seat next to Jake. "Where's Kiva?" I ask, curious as to where my friend went.
"She said she saw someone and had to take care of something. I'm not sure what it was about." Jake answered matter of facty after giving me a kiss. Once I'm settled in my seat, he shows me the fat envelope of cash from Billy for my work tonight. I take that and stuff into my bag right next to Danielle's orange bikini. Not a bad haul. I make sure my husband has his hands visibly on my body just in case Jolene looks over at us while I settle in to watch this bitch fight for my future title.
"You wanna get out of here, Kell?" He asks with an excited twinkle in his eyes, clearly more focused on what I whispered in his ear on my way back to my locker room than on the redheaded wannabe home wrecker doing battle in the cage.
"Not just yet....don't worry big guy....I'll still need to claim my final prize!" I whisper breathily, giving his hard cock a nice squeeze through his jeans. "I want to catch a little of these two first.." I say, turning my attention to the action in the cage.
To my surprise, her opponent is someone I've fought before- Annette. I know that she beat me in our fight along the jogging trail but it was close and I had my chances to win, so I know I'm on their level.
Both of them look like they've been through hell at this point in the match. Annette and Jolene are both glistening with sweat, their bodies are crisscrossed with scratches. From the look of it, these two have held nothing back. It appears that Jolene has just escaped some hold that the brunette had her in and they have both made it back to their feet.
As they get ready to wade back into their battle, it looks like Jolene's slightly fresher, even though she is the one with the top of her black bikini missing. Annette, in a bright yellow bikini, is huffing and puffing. She looks frustrated and tired, but still ready to bring the pain to her pale adversary. Surprising everyone, the smaller redhead charges the bigger Latina with a loud yell and takes her to the mat with a well placed shoulder to the belly.
The two wrestle around for about a minute, rolling around and it becomes clear that Annette is out of gas. Jolene methodically wears her down until she catches the bigger woman in a full nelson, body scissors combo. The powerful brunette struggles mightily and finally breaks free but as the two roll apart, it's clear that she's in trouble.
Being a title fight, it appears that they have agreed to allowing punches to the face and as they both rise again, I see them start swinging for the fences when they get close. The topless redhead begins to land more and more punches, mostly to the body but one big haymaker sends Annette crashing into the cage.
With her prey struggling, Jolene measures her a knockout shot. I'm expecting another well placed punch to the Latina's face but I'm surprised as her knuckles bury themselves into the thicker woman's kidney, dropping her instantly. Annette is writhing and massaging her side.
Jolene, now feeling that she has this fight won, takes her time strutting to the downed brunette. She, then, pounces on the larger woman's back, sending her knee into the same spot as her punch landed moments ago. The sadistic bitch next uses her knee to apply even more pressure as she pulls Annette's sweat soaked hair in a painful modified camel clutch.
"Give... cxnt... you're done!" Jolene shrieks as she yanks viciously. Tears are welling in the corners of Annette's brown eyes but she refuses to submit. The pale bitch holds onto the move for close to three minutes before she finally drops the Latina.
It's obvious to me, Annette is done. The potential home wrecker reaches down and relieves the brunette of her yellow bikini top after flipping her onto her back. The brown skinned fighter doesn't fight back, her will is broken. Jolene descends slowly into a schoolgirl pin, using her bikini clad pussy to cover her opponent's nose and mouth as the referee begins the count. The redhead flexes her arms confidently during the long ten count and remains on top of her perch until the bell sounds.
While Jolene is stripping Annette in the center of the cage, my husband and I begin to get up and head for the door. "Good.... I really want to be the one that takes that whore's title." I say to Jake as I take one last look back at the topless redhead celebrating her win in the cage. Out of the corner of my eye I do catch her staring at Jake and I as we leave. Perfect, I want her to know that he isn't paying her any attention as we leave.
We don't even make it all the way home before we have to find a secluded area to pull over to and satisfy our primal urges. As we bask in the blue green glow of the Jeep's dash lights, I can't help but to get excited, knowing that soon I'll have everything that the redheaded bitch wants. This man and her title, but that's for a different day and I know I'll have more adventures before I put Jolene in her rightful place. For now, I am content to get home and continue what Jake and I started on this dark, dirt road.
