Kristiana has not even laid eyes on her opponent yet and she’s already in big trouble. After
reveling in making Kristiana squirm for a bit, Jennifer releases the hold and hits her over the head
with the mic. The sound echoes throughout the arena. Jennifer follows up by lifting Kristiana up in
a reverse bearhug and squeezing the air out of her lungs for several seconds. Without losing her
grip she hoists the brunette high in the air and sends her crashing down in a brutal bush bursting
atomic drop. Kristiana bounces off her knee and flies forward, landing on a still prone Ashlyn Gere.
Before Kristiana can do anything other than register pain, Jennifer grabs her by the ankles and
drags her stomach and tits across the mat. She then flips her over and their eyes meet for the first
time. “Hey, there sweetie pie,” Jennifer says in a sweet voice, just before jumping high in the air to
come down hard on Kristiana’s crotch with one knee.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” screams Kristiana, her face contorted painfully. Jennifer pins her
hands above her head as she grinds her knee in good on her pussy. Then, she raises the knee up
high and sends it crashing down on her pussy again. Kristiana’s back arches upon impact and she
screams hard again.
“Whooooo!” screams Jennifer back as she pumps her knee between her legs again. Same vocal
response from Kris. “That’s it! Sing for me, girl,” taunts Jennifer as she strikes again. Six more
times Jennifer knees Kristiana’s cunt before getting off her. Kristiana immediately rolls to one side,
sliding both hands between her thighs. Jennifer looks to Ashlyn, who is beginning to show
movement. Jennifer helps her up and out of the ring to safety. Kristiana is in excruciating pain, but
cannot let this opportunity pass her by, as Jennifer is bent over with her back to her, as she is
helping Ashlyn out of the ring. Kristiana uses the ropes to get to her wobbly feet. She rubs her
crotch in pain. Her mascara is running down her face from tears as charges Jennifer, who never
sees her kick slashing through the air. All she ever sees is the top of Kristiana’s boot as it suddenly
appears between her legs from behind. Again, Kristiana has made her aim true and an inch long
spike is thrust into Jennifer’s shorts. The impact is so hard that the denim tears as the spike
penetrates through. As Kristiana pulls her leg back, it is actually caught on Jennifer’s shorts,
making her fall more quickly to the ground.
Jennifer doesn’t scream. She looks in shock; her mouth open wide and her eyes staring blankly
out and blinking incessantly. She doesn’t realize how hurt she is and she gets up on all fours, not
realizing how vulnerable she is to another punt to her cunt from behind. This time, one of the
spikes nails her clit and she cries out as she falls flat on her face. Kristiana grabs her by the
ankles, drags her to the middle of the ring and flips her over. Their eyes meet and Kristiana says in
her own cruel tone, “That’s it! Now, sing for me, bitch!” She jumps high in the air and comes
crashing down on her cunt with her knee. And sing, Jennifer does. Fortunately for Kharma, none of
the spikes on Kristiana’s boots penetrates her. Kristiana gleefully pins Jennifer’s hands above her
head and gives her the same repeated treatment that she was forced to endure. However, this is
much, much worse because now the spikes on the boots nail her crotch over and over. “Not with
the boots. Not with the boots!” Jennifer cries over and over again. Kristiana doubles the amount of
blows she had received and Jennifer’s voice goes hoarse from screaming.
Kristiana gets up triumphantly and begins stomping on Jen’s tits with her spiked high heels.
Jennifer grabs her ankle and twists her leg. Kristiana loses her footing and falls to the ground. The
crowd laughs and Kristiana’s face turns red from humiliation. She gets up and charges at a still
prone and crying Jennifer Thomas. She tries to kick her face, but Jennifer blocks it with her
forearm, which receives a sharp spike. It is painful for her to block these blows, but she knows it
would be even more agonizing if she were to let them hit her face. She grabs Kristiana’s ankle
again and tries to put her down again. She almost does so, but Kristiana manages to free herself
in time and stumbles half way around the ring foolishly. She now charges her downed foe again
and this time, standing over her head facing her feet, she bends over and grabs the dirty blonde
by the roots and begins to lift her up. Jen screams on her way up and stumbles because of the
shooting painful violation in her crotch that remains. She is half way up and her body resembles
someone under a limbo stick.
Suddenly she turns herself around so that she is facing the mat again and, in a half crouched
position, she clasps her hands together and brings them up hard between Kristiana’s legs. She is
powerful and the blow forces Kristiana off her feet. She then stumbles around the ring with a hand
on her crotch. She runs around Jennifer, who has fallen on her knees looking hurt, pissed off and
disheveled. When Kristiana is behind her, she runs up and puts a choke hold on the girl. In an
instant, Jennifer thrusts her left elbow back up between the brunette bitch’s thighs. Again, Kristiana
stumbles backward. This time, she puts her hands on her knees and takes deep breaths. This
gives Jen the much needed time to recover and get to her own two feet. Kristiana never sees Jen
as she charges her until the last moment, but it is too late. Jen grabs Kristiana by the hair with both
hands and runs her back into the corner, slamming her back hard. Kristiana reaches up to try to
get her to release her hair, while Jennifer uses her massive thighs to spread Kristiana’s legs. When
she has enough room, she begins pumping her right knee up into Kristiana’s cunt. One thrust
makes the brunette frown. A second makes her gasp. The third makes her scream. The fourth
makes her slump down, but Jen pulls her up by the roots and knees her again. This time she lets
her slouch down and places her arms around the top rope. Then, she backs up a couple steps
and then forward to slash a kick to her pussy. Kristiana screams and her body falls limp. Jen grabs
her by the tits and pushes her back. Kristiana is starting to get dazed and confused.
Jennifer sits her on the turnbuckle and lifts one leg, then the other over the middle ropes. Before
Kristiana realizes what position she is in, Jennifer cuntbusts her hard with a kick. The whole ring
shakes and Kristiana comes back to reality screaming.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHYOUFUCKINGCUNT!” Kristiana exclaims as she reaches out for Jennifer, who
grasps her hands. Now, their hands are locked and Jennifer laughs as she takes a step backward.
Kristiana is now hovering forward, her legs still tied up in the ropes and her arms stretched forward.
“Lego. Lego you bitch!” screams Kristiana. Jennifer makes sure their eyes meet, then she
lowers her head to her own feet. Kristiana’s glance follows and she sees Jennifer playfully raising
her right leg back and forward. They both look up at each other again and Jennifer puckers her
lips into a playful kiss.
“Bring it, then!” screams Kristiana. She is unable to maneuver her position, so she is trying to be
tough in the face of more punishment.
“And then some, bitch,” replies Jenn as she unleashes a kick to Kristiana’s seated position on
the turnbuckle. The force of the blow lifts Kristiana’s pelvis temporarily off the turnbuckle. The rest
of her body jolts. Her hair moves wildly and her head hangs low. She cannot escape Jennifer’s
grasp on her hands. She slowly lifts her head with pure rage in her face. As a tear flows down her
cheek, she whispers, “Is that all you’ve got?”
Jennifer smirks incredulously. “Oh, it is so on now, bitch.” Jennifer kicks her very hardest right
into the same sweet spot. Kristiana screams through gritted teeth. It hurts her like nothing before,
but she won’t give her the further satisfaction of a full on scream.
“You like that?” Jennifer asks.
“I’ve been fucked harder than that!” Kristiana replies. She begins laughing through her tears.
“I hope you enjoyed it, because you’ll never be fucked again!” Jennifer yells. She is really
pissed. The crowd begins booing her and hailing Kristiana. Still holding Kristiana’s hands,
stretching her forward, she runs in place, psyching herself up, before once more kicking Kristiana
full force in the crotch. This time Kristiana’s body is blown so far off the turnbuckle, her legs get
freed.
This is why Kristiana taunted Jennifer. She knew her only chance to get free was to get kicked
free. Her unending screams, her face and her tears are all examples of the harsh price she’s had
to pay for freedom; at least for her lower body. Jennifer still has hold of her hands and Kristiana is
now screaming on her knees with her hands high in the air, as Jennifer stands above her. Kristiana
wants so badly to free them to massage her wounded cunt, but Jennifer won’t let her. She’s
proving to be more of a bitch than Kristiana, and that is a thought that pisses her off as much as
the non-stop assault on her pussy.
She quickly realizes that her situation has improved only slightly. After a moment with her head
down, breathing slow and steady and in excruciating pain, she looks up only to get a hard knee to
the jaw. Jennifer still won’t let go, as Kristiana’s head jolts back. A kick to the ribs and she is no
longer on her knees, but fallen over as much as she can, onto her side. Jen’s massive strength lifts
her body up by the hands until Kristiana is up on her knees again. She tries to use one leg to
spread the brunette’s thighs, but Kristiana has them clamped shut. Jennifer kicks her hard in the
stomach, knocking the wind out of her and allowing her to spread her legs. Before she can clamp
them shut again, Jennifer boots her pussy hard. This time, she finally lets go of her hands and let’s
Kristiana’s body crumple to the mat.
“God, stop!” Kristiana cries. Jennifer excitedly skips over to her. “Oooh, do you submit?” She is
unexpectedly met with four quick forearm uppercuts to her pussy in a row; hard and fast. She
squeals and drops to her knees. Kristiana is beginning to feel paralyzed and thankfully numb from
the waist down, so she uses her toned arms to slug away at Jennifer’s beautiful face. The crowd
loves the comeback.
The fourth punch slam her nose and Jennifer falls on her back hard, blood spraying
everywhere. Kristiana uses her upper body to slink over to her downed opponent. She hovers over
her body, raises her elbow up high and brings it home against Jen’s pubic bone. Her body jolts and
she screams muffled through her hands that are covering her bloody face. One is never enough
for Kristiana, so she repeats the move. Jennifer jolts upright and grasps her bloody hands towards
her crotch. Kristiana sends the elbow this time to her nose again. Blood splatters the floor and
Jennifer howls and falls back again, hands to her face. Kristiana continues the pussy pounding
three more times.
Jennifer finally retaliates and after the sixth elbow to her pussy, she brings her knee up into
Kristiana’s face. This is actually half retaliation and half reflex. Her knee smashes Kristiana’s nose
and now both women have blood streaming down their faces with possible broken noses. They are
writhing on the mat next to each other for a few moments. The unruly crowd begins to boo from the
lack of continuing action. It looks for a moment as if there may be a stalemate. That’s when
Jennifer looks over to her opponent and smashes an arm across her throat. Kristiana begins
flailing around like a fish out of water. Jennifer is no longer interested in crotch points. She wants
this to end now.
She crawls over to Kristiana, lifts her face up and smashes it into the mat, causing a huge pool
of blood. “Submit now,” she mumbles. She slams her head again. “Give up now or I’ll kill you, I
swear.”
“Fuck you,” Kristiana gurgles helplessly. Jennifer can hardly see, but she garners the strength
to stand up with Kristiana in her arms, and goes towards the corner. This time she begins
slamming her face into the turnbuckle several times. Many “oooohhs” from the crowd as they get a
real good look at the mess Jennifer is making of Kristiana’s face. After seven of these, she grabs
Kristiana’s hair and screams in her ear, “Give now, bitch!” Kristiana turns her head towards her
and spits blood in her face. Jennifer, with one hand still on her hair, turns the other into a claw and
buries it into her crotch from behind. After a few seconds, Kristiana again comes to full life
screaming her lungs out. Whatever Jennifer was looking for, she found it and she’s not letting go.
Suddenly, Kristiana sends a backward kick with her left leg between Jennifer’s legs. She is much
taller, so it’s a solid hit. Jennifer relinquishes her hold and staggers backwards a few steps.
Kristiana turns around, leans against the turnbuckle and wedges her hand between her now tightly
closed thighs. She wants to attack, but truly has no idea if her legs will support her. Everything
feels like jello below the waist. She tries, however, and surprisingly, successfully sends a hard kick
up between the dirty blonde’s thighs. Thank god for the boots, she thinks, as another spike nails
the pussy. Jen falls like a brick with a yelp. Kristiana stumbles back into the corner for support. She
doesn’t have much left in her and she knows it.
As Jennifer cries on the floor with her hand between her legs, she sees blood, but she has no
idea if her cunt is bleeding or if it’s from her nose. Neither girl moves for quite awhile and another
stalemate ensues. This is something the league had not counted on.
After several minutes, Ashlyn enters the ring, looking a little disheveled from her ambush before.
She announces, “Well, we’ve got two real pussies here, it seems.”
“Fuck you!” screams Kristiana, who then winces. Even the vibrations of her own voice penetrate
deep inside her hurt vagina.
“If neither of you will continue to fight and neither will submit, one of you will be forced to give in.”
With that, she signals a couple of heavies into the ring to tie up both women in opposite corners
spread eagle and sitting on the turnbuckle. Their tops are removed to tie their hands behind their
backs and the posts behind them.
Ashlyn announces again, “Simple. First to submit, loses.” Ashlyn herself is dishing this one out.
She charges Jennifer first and kicks between her legs. Jennifer winces, but feels nothing. Ashlyn
has kicked the turnbuckle just below her crotch. Jennifer opens her eyes and looks at her. Ashlyn
subtly nods her head and winks and Jennifer reacts late with a fake scream.
Ashlyn now approaches Kristiana. “Turns out this is my night, cunt,” Ashlyn declares coldly, just
before she sends a kick hard up into her twat. Kristiana screams pain, anger and follows with a
string of obscenities at Ashlyn. Jennifer’s turn now, as Ashlyn fakes her kick again and Jennifer
fakes her cry. She kicks Kristiana again for real. As much pain as she is in, Ashlyn sees that she’s
a strong woman and not close to breaking yet.
“I have an idea,” she cruelly says. She goes over to Kristiana and removes her boots. “Oh, fuck
you,” Kristiana says, trying to hide her terror.
“It’s these combat boots,” Ashlyn says. “The toe is too wide. These’ll do much better. Can I
borrow?”
“Go ahead,” Kristiana replies. “She’ll crack before me.” If Kristiana only knew…
Ashlyn walks around to get the feel of the boots before she sends a third fake kick between
Jennifer’s legs. Jennifer performs well and screams fake bloody murder, however one of the spikes
comes damn close to really hitting its target.
“Come on, submit,” Ashlyn screams. “Fuck you!” she screams. “Give me another!” Ashlyn fake
kicks again. “More!” Jennifer screams. Another fake kick. “Again!” This mockery is repeated five
times until Jennifer pretends to be out of it. “I’ll never submit,” she mumbles.
Ashlyn goes over to Kristiana. “Now, that’s a tough act to follow,” she says.
Kristiana breaks down crying from the anticipation. “No, no ask her again. Ask her again.”
Ashlyn just smiles as she approaches her. Kristiana screams to Jennifer, “Submit, you whore!”
“You first, slut!” screams Jennifer back from across the arena.
Ashlyn points to her eyes, “Right here, hon. Now, how many do I owe you? I think I gave her
eight just now.” Ashlyn winds up as Kristiana freaks out.
“OK OK OK OK, I submit,” she exclaims.
“OK,” Ashlyn says and walks away.
Jennifer is all riled up. “Kick her. Kick her anyway,” she screams. Ashlyn goes over to Jennifer
and whispers in her ear, “I just gave you a gift, don’t make me regret it.” As the heavies untie
Jennifer, Ashlyn raises her arm in triumph.
“Maybe you bitches will finish what you started next time,” she says. The heavies begin to untie
Kristiana, but Ashlyn stops them. “Now that the match is over, I’ve got something else to settle.”
“Let me go,” Kristiana says. “Let me go now you fucking twat!” Ashlyn saunters to the opposite
corner. Kristiana’s demeanor changes, “Hey, I’m sorry OK.”
“No, but you will be,” Ashlyn says as she charges Kristiana and sends a running full steam kick
to her crotch. A one inch spike rips through her bikini and buries itself between her cunt lips.
“FUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” cries Kristiana as her head reaches the
heavens.
Ashlyn roughly grabs her cunt lips with one fierce grip and grabs the back of her head to face
her with the other hand. “Don’t you ever. Ever. EVER. Touch me again.”
Kristiana is hyperventilating. “OK Ok ok,” she says fading away.
Winner: Jennifer Thomas – 34 points and $850 earned
Loser: Kristiana – 29 points and $725 earned
reveling in making Kristiana squirm for a bit, Jennifer releases the hold and hits her over the head
with the mic. The sound echoes throughout the arena. Jennifer follows up by lifting Kristiana up in
a reverse bearhug and squeezing the air out of her lungs for several seconds. Without losing her
grip she hoists the brunette high in the air and sends her crashing down in a brutal bush bursting
atomic drop. Kristiana bounces off her knee and flies forward, landing on a still prone Ashlyn Gere.
Before Kristiana can do anything other than register pain, Jennifer grabs her by the ankles and
drags her stomach and tits across the mat. She then flips her over and their eyes meet for the first
time. “Hey, there sweetie pie,” Jennifer says in a sweet voice, just before jumping high in the air to
come down hard on Kristiana’s crotch with one knee.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” screams Kristiana, her face contorted painfully. Jennifer pins her
hands above her head as she grinds her knee in good on her pussy. Then, she raises the knee up
high and sends it crashing down on her pussy again. Kristiana’s back arches upon impact and she
screams hard again.
“Whooooo!” screams Jennifer back as she pumps her knee between her legs again. Same vocal
response from Kris. “That’s it! Sing for me, girl,” taunts Jennifer as she strikes again. Six more
times Jennifer knees Kristiana’s cunt before getting off her. Kristiana immediately rolls to one side,
sliding both hands between her thighs. Jennifer looks to Ashlyn, who is beginning to show
movement. Jennifer helps her up and out of the ring to safety. Kristiana is in excruciating pain, but
cannot let this opportunity pass her by, as Jennifer is bent over with her back to her, as she is
helping Ashlyn out of the ring. Kristiana uses the ropes to get to her wobbly feet. She rubs her
crotch in pain. Her mascara is running down her face from tears as charges Jennifer, who never
sees her kick slashing through the air. All she ever sees is the top of Kristiana’s boot as it suddenly
appears between her legs from behind. Again, Kristiana has made her aim true and an inch long
spike is thrust into Jennifer’s shorts. The impact is so hard that the denim tears as the spike
penetrates through. As Kristiana pulls her leg back, it is actually caught on Jennifer’s shorts,
making her fall more quickly to the ground.
Jennifer doesn’t scream. She looks in shock; her mouth open wide and her eyes staring blankly
out and blinking incessantly. She doesn’t realize how hurt she is and she gets up on all fours, not
realizing how vulnerable she is to another punt to her cunt from behind. This time, one of the
spikes nails her clit and she cries out as she falls flat on her face. Kristiana grabs her by the
ankles, drags her to the middle of the ring and flips her over. Their eyes meet and Kristiana says in
her own cruel tone, “That’s it! Now, sing for me, bitch!” She jumps high in the air and comes
crashing down on her cunt with her knee. And sing, Jennifer does. Fortunately for Kharma, none of
the spikes on Kristiana’s boots penetrates her. Kristiana gleefully pins Jennifer’s hands above her
head and gives her the same repeated treatment that she was forced to endure. However, this is
much, much worse because now the spikes on the boots nail her crotch over and over. “Not with
the boots. Not with the boots!” Jennifer cries over and over again. Kristiana doubles the amount of
blows she had received and Jennifer’s voice goes hoarse from screaming.
Kristiana gets up triumphantly and begins stomping on Jen’s tits with her spiked high heels.
Jennifer grabs her ankle and twists her leg. Kristiana loses her footing and falls to the ground. The
crowd laughs and Kristiana’s face turns red from humiliation. She gets up and charges at a still
prone and crying Jennifer Thomas. She tries to kick her face, but Jennifer blocks it with her
forearm, which receives a sharp spike. It is painful for her to block these blows, but she knows it
would be even more agonizing if she were to let them hit her face. She grabs Kristiana’s ankle
again and tries to put her down again. She almost does so, but Kristiana manages to free herself
in time and stumbles half way around the ring foolishly. She now charges her downed foe again
and this time, standing over her head facing her feet, she bends over and grabs the dirty blonde
by the roots and begins to lift her up. Jen screams on her way up and stumbles because of the
shooting painful violation in her crotch that remains. She is half way up and her body resembles
someone under a limbo stick.
Suddenly she turns herself around so that she is facing the mat again and, in a half crouched
position, she clasps her hands together and brings them up hard between Kristiana’s legs. She is
powerful and the blow forces Kristiana off her feet. She then stumbles around the ring with a hand
on her crotch. She runs around Jennifer, who has fallen on her knees looking hurt, pissed off and
disheveled. When Kristiana is behind her, she runs up and puts a choke hold on the girl. In an
instant, Jennifer thrusts her left elbow back up between the brunette bitch’s thighs. Again, Kristiana
stumbles backward. This time, she puts her hands on her knees and takes deep breaths. This
gives Jen the much needed time to recover and get to her own two feet. Kristiana never sees Jen
as she charges her until the last moment, but it is too late. Jen grabs Kristiana by the hair with both
hands and runs her back into the corner, slamming her back hard. Kristiana reaches up to try to
get her to release her hair, while Jennifer uses her massive thighs to spread Kristiana’s legs. When
she has enough room, she begins pumping her right knee up into Kristiana’s cunt. One thrust
makes the brunette frown. A second makes her gasp. The third makes her scream. The fourth
makes her slump down, but Jen pulls her up by the roots and knees her again. This time she lets
her slouch down and places her arms around the top rope. Then, she backs up a couple steps
and then forward to slash a kick to her pussy. Kristiana screams and her body falls limp. Jen grabs
her by the tits and pushes her back. Kristiana is starting to get dazed and confused.
Jennifer sits her on the turnbuckle and lifts one leg, then the other over the middle ropes. Before
Kristiana realizes what position she is in, Jennifer cuntbusts her hard with a kick. The whole ring
shakes and Kristiana comes back to reality screaming.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHYOUFUCKINGCUNT!” Kristiana exclaims as she reaches out for Jennifer, who
grasps her hands. Now, their hands are locked and Jennifer laughs as she takes a step backward.
Kristiana is now hovering forward, her legs still tied up in the ropes and her arms stretched forward.
“Lego. Lego you bitch!” screams Kristiana. Jennifer makes sure their eyes meet, then she
lowers her head to her own feet. Kristiana’s glance follows and she sees Jennifer playfully raising
her right leg back and forward. They both look up at each other again and Jennifer puckers her
lips into a playful kiss.
“Bring it, then!” screams Kristiana. She is unable to maneuver her position, so she is trying to be
tough in the face of more punishment.
“And then some, bitch,” replies Jenn as she unleashes a kick to Kristiana’s seated position on
the turnbuckle. The force of the blow lifts Kristiana’s pelvis temporarily off the turnbuckle. The rest
of her body jolts. Her hair moves wildly and her head hangs low. She cannot escape Jennifer’s
grasp on her hands. She slowly lifts her head with pure rage in her face. As a tear flows down her
cheek, she whispers, “Is that all you’ve got?”
Jennifer smirks incredulously. “Oh, it is so on now, bitch.” Jennifer kicks her very hardest right
into the same sweet spot. Kristiana screams through gritted teeth. It hurts her like nothing before,
but she won’t give her the further satisfaction of a full on scream.
“You like that?” Jennifer asks.
“I’ve been fucked harder than that!” Kristiana replies. She begins laughing through her tears.
“I hope you enjoyed it, because you’ll never be fucked again!” Jennifer yells. She is really
pissed. The crowd begins booing her and hailing Kristiana. Still holding Kristiana’s hands,
stretching her forward, she runs in place, psyching herself up, before once more kicking Kristiana
full force in the crotch. This time Kristiana’s body is blown so far off the turnbuckle, her legs get
freed.
This is why Kristiana taunted Jennifer. She knew her only chance to get free was to get kicked
free. Her unending screams, her face and her tears are all examples of the harsh price she’s had
to pay for freedom; at least for her lower body. Jennifer still has hold of her hands and Kristiana is
now screaming on her knees with her hands high in the air, as Jennifer stands above her. Kristiana
wants so badly to free them to massage her wounded cunt, but Jennifer won’t let her. She’s
proving to be more of a bitch than Kristiana, and that is a thought that pisses her off as much as
the non-stop assault on her pussy.
She quickly realizes that her situation has improved only slightly. After a moment with her head
down, breathing slow and steady and in excruciating pain, she looks up only to get a hard knee to
the jaw. Jennifer still won’t let go, as Kristiana’s head jolts back. A kick to the ribs and she is no
longer on her knees, but fallen over as much as she can, onto her side. Jen’s massive strength lifts
her body up by the hands until Kristiana is up on her knees again. She tries to use one leg to
spread the brunette’s thighs, but Kristiana has them clamped shut. Jennifer kicks her hard in the
stomach, knocking the wind out of her and allowing her to spread her legs. Before she can clamp
them shut again, Jennifer boots her pussy hard. This time, she finally lets go of her hands and let’s
Kristiana’s body crumple to the mat.
“God, stop!” Kristiana cries. Jennifer excitedly skips over to her. “Oooh, do you submit?” She is
unexpectedly met with four quick forearm uppercuts to her pussy in a row; hard and fast. She
squeals and drops to her knees. Kristiana is beginning to feel paralyzed and thankfully numb from
the waist down, so she uses her toned arms to slug away at Jennifer’s beautiful face. The crowd
loves the comeback.
The fourth punch slam her nose and Jennifer falls on her back hard, blood spraying
everywhere. Kristiana uses her upper body to slink over to her downed opponent. She hovers over
her body, raises her elbow up high and brings it home against Jen’s pubic bone. Her body jolts and
she screams muffled through her hands that are covering her bloody face. One is never enough
for Kristiana, so she repeats the move. Jennifer jolts upright and grasps her bloody hands towards
her crotch. Kristiana sends the elbow this time to her nose again. Blood splatters the floor and
Jennifer howls and falls back again, hands to her face. Kristiana continues the pussy pounding
three more times.
Jennifer finally retaliates and after the sixth elbow to her pussy, she brings her knee up into
Kristiana’s face. This is actually half retaliation and half reflex. Her knee smashes Kristiana’s nose
and now both women have blood streaming down their faces with possible broken noses. They are
writhing on the mat next to each other for a few moments. The unruly crowd begins to boo from the
lack of continuing action. It looks for a moment as if there may be a stalemate. That’s when
Jennifer looks over to her opponent and smashes an arm across her throat. Kristiana begins
flailing around like a fish out of water. Jennifer is no longer interested in crotch points. She wants
this to end now.
She crawls over to Kristiana, lifts her face up and smashes it into the mat, causing a huge pool
of blood. “Submit now,” she mumbles. She slams her head again. “Give up now or I’ll kill you, I
swear.”
“Fuck you,” Kristiana gurgles helplessly. Jennifer can hardly see, but she garners the strength
to stand up with Kristiana in her arms, and goes towards the corner. This time she begins
slamming her face into the turnbuckle several times. Many “oooohhs” from the crowd as they get a
real good look at the mess Jennifer is making of Kristiana’s face. After seven of these, she grabs
Kristiana’s hair and screams in her ear, “Give now, bitch!” Kristiana turns her head towards her
and spits blood in her face. Jennifer, with one hand still on her hair, turns the other into a claw and
buries it into her crotch from behind. After a few seconds, Kristiana again comes to full life
screaming her lungs out. Whatever Jennifer was looking for, she found it and she’s not letting go.
Suddenly, Kristiana sends a backward kick with her left leg between Jennifer’s legs. She is much
taller, so it’s a solid hit. Jennifer relinquishes her hold and staggers backwards a few steps.
Kristiana turns around, leans against the turnbuckle and wedges her hand between her now tightly
closed thighs. She wants to attack, but truly has no idea if her legs will support her. Everything
feels like jello below the waist. She tries, however, and surprisingly, successfully sends a hard kick
up between the dirty blonde’s thighs. Thank god for the boots, she thinks, as another spike nails
the pussy. Jen falls like a brick with a yelp. Kristiana stumbles back into the corner for support. She
doesn’t have much left in her and she knows it.
As Jennifer cries on the floor with her hand between her legs, she sees blood, but she has no
idea if her cunt is bleeding or if it’s from her nose. Neither girl moves for quite awhile and another
stalemate ensues. This is something the league had not counted on.
After several minutes, Ashlyn enters the ring, looking a little disheveled from her ambush before.
She announces, “Well, we’ve got two real pussies here, it seems.”
“Fuck you!” screams Kristiana, who then winces. Even the vibrations of her own voice penetrate
deep inside her hurt vagina.
“If neither of you will continue to fight and neither will submit, one of you will be forced to give in.”
With that, she signals a couple of heavies into the ring to tie up both women in opposite corners
spread eagle and sitting on the turnbuckle. Their tops are removed to tie their hands behind their
backs and the posts behind them.
Ashlyn announces again, “Simple. First to submit, loses.” Ashlyn herself is dishing this one out.
She charges Jennifer first and kicks between her legs. Jennifer winces, but feels nothing. Ashlyn
has kicked the turnbuckle just below her crotch. Jennifer opens her eyes and looks at her. Ashlyn
subtly nods her head and winks and Jennifer reacts late with a fake scream.
Ashlyn now approaches Kristiana. “Turns out this is my night, cunt,” Ashlyn declares coldly, just
before she sends a kick hard up into her twat. Kristiana screams pain, anger and follows with a
string of obscenities at Ashlyn. Jennifer’s turn now, as Ashlyn fakes her kick again and Jennifer
fakes her cry. She kicks Kristiana again for real. As much pain as she is in, Ashlyn sees that she’s
a strong woman and not close to breaking yet.
“I have an idea,” she cruelly says. She goes over to Kristiana and removes her boots. “Oh, fuck
you,” Kristiana says, trying to hide her terror.
“It’s these combat boots,” Ashlyn says. “The toe is too wide. These’ll do much better. Can I
borrow?”
“Go ahead,” Kristiana replies. “She’ll crack before me.” If Kristiana only knew…
Ashlyn walks around to get the feel of the boots before she sends a third fake kick between
Jennifer’s legs. Jennifer performs well and screams fake bloody murder, however one of the spikes
comes damn close to really hitting its target.
“Come on, submit,” Ashlyn screams. “Fuck you!” she screams. “Give me another!” Ashlyn fake
kicks again. “More!” Jennifer screams. Another fake kick. “Again!” This mockery is repeated five
times until Jennifer pretends to be out of it. “I’ll never submit,” she mumbles.
Ashlyn goes over to Kristiana. “Now, that’s a tough act to follow,” she says.
Kristiana breaks down crying from the anticipation. “No, no ask her again. Ask her again.”
Ashlyn just smiles as she approaches her. Kristiana screams to Jennifer, “Submit, you whore!”
“You first, slut!” screams Jennifer back from across the arena.
Ashlyn points to her eyes, “Right here, hon. Now, how many do I owe you? I think I gave her
eight just now.” Ashlyn winds up as Kristiana freaks out.
“OK OK OK OK, I submit,” she exclaims.
“OK,” Ashlyn says and walks away.
Jennifer is all riled up. “Kick her. Kick her anyway,” she screams. Ashlyn goes over to Jennifer
and whispers in her ear, “I just gave you a gift, don’t make me regret it.” As the heavies untie
Jennifer, Ashlyn raises her arm in triumph.
“Maybe you bitches will finish what you started next time,” she says. The heavies begin to untie
Kristiana, but Ashlyn stops them. “Now that the match is over, I’ve got something else to settle.”
“Let me go,” Kristiana says. “Let me go now you fucking twat!” Ashlyn saunters to the opposite
corner. Kristiana’s demeanor changes, “Hey, I’m sorry OK.”
“No, but you will be,” Ashlyn says as she charges Kristiana and sends a running full steam kick
to her crotch. A one inch spike rips through her bikini and buries itself between her cunt lips.
“FUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” cries Kristiana as her head reaches the
heavens.
Ashlyn roughly grabs her cunt lips with one fierce grip and grabs the back of her head to face
her with the other hand. “Don’t you ever. Ever. EVER. Touch me again.”
Kristiana is hyperventilating. “OK Ok ok,” she says fading away.
Winner: Jennifer Thomas – 34 points and $850 earned
Loser: Kristiana – 29 points and $725 earned
It is a week after the now infamous Sam Sexton and Charlie Laine inaugural battle of the women’s
underground fighting league known as R.U.L.E. (Renegade Underground League Extreme). A
painful post-fight exam confirmed that Sam indeed fractured poor Charlie’s pelvic bone and it is
unsure when, or if, the poor girl will ever return to the league.
Fans don’t know what to expect from a fight to follow that up, but the crowd assembled in the
abandoned underground parking garage, now turned fight arena, has more than doubled since
last week. Ashlyn Gere, the master of ceremonies, enters the ring to cat-calls and cheers. She is
wearing a sexy and skimpy bra and shorts army fatigue ensemble with black combat boots. She
wears a green cap and her hair sticks out the whole in the back in a tight ponytail.
She begins with her microphone in hand, “After last week’s literally bone crushing battle, I figure
this is nothing short of war!” She indicates her outfit, strutting around a bit. The crowd cheers.
“Without further delay,” she continues, “hailing from the city of Angels, here’s a girl who’s anything
but. Give it up for Kristiana!”
Kristiana, a black haired brunette of obvious Italian descent, comes strutting to the ring with a
huge tomboy/tough girl chip on her shoulder. She has beautiful blue eyes and thick red lips. She
stands about 5’8” and is very slender and toned. She wears a one piece leather dominatrix
bodysuit, riding extremely high on the hips and open in the front almost down to the crotch.
Topping off the outfit, she wears a pair of high heeled black leather boots with a row of brass
spikes running up the front of them.
“Her opponent tonight…” Ashlyn continues, but is interrupted as Kristiana grabs the mic from
her hand. Kristiana looks her up and down and scoffs. “Bitch,” she begins, “don’t dress the part
unless you’re ready to throw down like the rest of us.” Ashlyn grabs the mic back and Kristiana
gives her an “Oh no, you didn’t…” look just before she unleashes a devasting kick between her
legs, one of the brass spikes finding its intended mark. Ashlyn’s eyes bug out of her head and
she drops like a stone to the mat. Kristiana picks up the mic that Ashlyn has dropped on the floor.
“Don’t fuck with me on my night,” Kristiana says in her Brooklyn accent, looking down at her.
She addresses the crowd. “This is my night!” The crowd roars. She never sees her opponent,
Jennifer Thomas, also known as Kharma, enter the ring behind her. She is much shorter than her
brunette opponent, standing at 5’1” with dirty blonde hair and the physique of a body builder.
Jennifer wears a country girl outfit; daisy duke denim shorts, little white top tied in the middle
between her enormous breasts, and sneakers. She runs up behind Kristiana and boots her
between the legs from behind. Kristiana drops to her knees, with the same wide-eyed surprised
look that Ashlyn had just a minute ago. Jennifer follows up by wrapping the microphone cord
around Kristiana’s throat and pulling up.
underground fighting league known as R.U.L.E. (Renegade Underground League Extreme). A
painful post-fight exam confirmed that Sam indeed fractured poor Charlie’s pelvic bone and it is
unsure when, or if, the poor girl will ever return to the league.
Fans don’t know what to expect from a fight to follow that up, but the crowd assembled in the
abandoned underground parking garage, now turned fight arena, has more than doubled since
last week. Ashlyn Gere, the master of ceremonies, enters the ring to cat-calls and cheers. She is
wearing a sexy and skimpy bra and shorts army fatigue ensemble with black combat boots. She
wears a green cap and her hair sticks out the whole in the back in a tight ponytail.
She begins with her microphone in hand, “After last week’s literally bone crushing battle, I figure
this is nothing short of war!” She indicates her outfit, strutting around a bit. The crowd cheers.
“Without further delay,” she continues, “hailing from the city of Angels, here’s a girl who’s anything
but. Give it up for Kristiana!”
Kristiana, a black haired brunette of obvious Italian descent, comes strutting to the ring with a
huge tomboy/tough girl chip on her shoulder. She has beautiful blue eyes and thick red lips. She
stands about 5’8” and is very slender and toned. She wears a one piece leather dominatrix
bodysuit, riding extremely high on the hips and open in the front almost down to the crotch.
Topping off the outfit, she wears a pair of high heeled black leather boots with a row of brass
spikes running up the front of them.
“Her opponent tonight…” Ashlyn continues, but is interrupted as Kristiana grabs the mic from
her hand. Kristiana looks her up and down and scoffs. “Bitch,” she begins, “don’t dress the part
unless you’re ready to throw down like the rest of us.” Ashlyn grabs the mic back and Kristiana
gives her an “Oh no, you didn’t…” look just before she unleashes a devasting kick between her
legs, one of the brass spikes finding its intended mark. Ashlyn’s eyes bug out of her head and
she drops like a stone to the mat. Kristiana picks up the mic that Ashlyn has dropped on the floor.
“Don’t fuck with me on my night,” Kristiana says in her Brooklyn accent, looking down at her.
She addresses the crowd. “This is my night!” The crowd roars. She never sees her opponent,
Jennifer Thomas, also known as Kharma, enter the ring behind her. She is much shorter than her
brunette opponent, standing at 5’1” with dirty blonde hair and the physique of a body builder.
Jennifer wears a country girl outfit; daisy duke denim shorts, little white top tied in the middle
between her enormous breasts, and sneakers. She runs up behind Kristiana and boots her
between the legs from behind. Kristiana drops to her knees, with the same wide-eyed surprised
look that Ashlyn had just a minute ago. Jennifer follows up by wrapping the microphone cord
around Kristiana’s throat and pulling up.
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