Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

Lord_Darcy: I swagger out to the ring in the middle of the warehouse and the crowd that has gathered for tonight's show lets out a big cheer. They are looking forward to a night of brutal no holds barred fights and they know the first fight will be a classic. I climb up on to the ring apron and duck into the ring through the ropes. I look around at the assembled crowd of high rollers and nhb fight fans and smile, all have paid well to be here tonight, all have their money on the fighters, all are well oiled with the expensive drinks I've sold them. I hold up my right hand to signal that I want some quiet.

"Okay folks, welcome... Welcome to Lord & Lady Darcy's Fight Club!" The crowd cheers. "Now you all know that these are... No Holds Barred... Fights to the Finish... one fighter is either knocked out cold or quits because they can't take any more... no rounds, no points, no judges... just a winner!..." Again, the crowd cheers loudly.

"Our first fight tonight is between two women... both of whom thinks that they are.... THE UK'S TOP FEMALE UNDERGROUND FIGHTER..." The crowd goes OOOH? I smile. "Yeah, I know, and this (I point at the ring canvas) is where we'll find out which one of them is right about that??..." Again, the crowd cheers. I pause for a moment and look around then continue... "So let's get the first of our fighters out here eh?..." The crowd cheers again. "She hails from London, England and stands 5' 10" tall, weighing 165lbs, 29 years of age with a background in amateur MMA... please welcome to the ring.... GLADIATRIX!!!..." I look over to see Gladiatrix coming to the ring...

Gladiatrix: I hear my name. The adrenaline is already pumping a vein in my pale forehead throbbing as a spotlight falls on me. A lanky pale 5'10 my dirty blond hair tied up in pigtails I begin the long walk to the ring to wolf whistles from some of the men present. I'm tall blond and female of course they do. But I'm more than that. A pear-shaped body with long thick legs, solid hips and a slim but sinewy upper body ending in long wiry arms with large mannish hands looking like hammers in my black and white four ounce mma gloves.

I get to the ring apron and kick off the poolside's, leaving my big size eight feet bare. My face is pretty but severe, high cheekbones, a long straight nose, pale wintery blue eyes and thin lips that give me an appearance of cruelty than has been well earned in venues like this in my brief career. I insert my fanged black mouth guard and chew down on it before mounting the ring apron and sliding through the middle rope as the volume from the crowd increases. I submit myself to a cursory inspection from Lord Darcy.

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The scene is small in the UK. I had heard about the Darcy's near the start. Husband and wife. Impresarios and competitors each in their own right. The right to call myself the top fighter in the United Kingdom ran through Lady Darcy and I intended to take in right in front of her husband standing before me in their very own lair. My heart pumped. I had never felt so ready before in my life.

Lord_Darcy: I watch Gladiatrix come out to the ring, she's tall, with a strong lower body and hands like sledgehammers... she gets a good reception from a section of the crowd... they've obviously got their money on her. She climbs into the ring, and I step over to her to give her the statutory once over. She lets me check her, although she obviously has some contempt for me, I smile at her "Make a good fight of it sweetie, don't let my wife put you down too easily" I sneer at her. She clearly isn't going to be baited by my comment, and just moves away to her corner, looking pumped and ready to fight.

Gladiatrix: "You pompous bastard, you just watch me destroy your wife" I think to myself as I go to my corner

Lord_Darcy: I turn away from Gladiatrix to continue my announcement... "And now her opponent... you all know her well, and her reputation..." The crowd let's out an OOOH? "A woman I know well... She's a tough Lady from Essex... an experienced fighter with a background in professional wrestling and bareknuckle boxing... she stands 5'4" tall and weighs in at 170lbs... please welcome to the ring... LADY... NICOLA... DARCY!!!..." The crowd lets out a huge cheer...

Gladiatrix: My thin lips part in a sneer showing the white fangs etched on my mouth guard as Lord Darcy announces his wife. I prowl my corner shaking out my arms and legs, getting myself ready. I know Nicola, as she is really known, won't relinquish her title easily but I will beat her within an inch of her life with pleasure. I'll give this crowd their money's worth!

Lady_Darcy: I hear my husband working the crowd, and calling out my name... I swagger out into the warehouse in a black bikini,

... intended to get the crowd, at least the male section, on my side... I have a thick, curvy, build, long brunette hair... I make my way slowly to the ring, swaying my hips, ensuring that the crowd get a good look at me... One of the crowd calls out to me... "You gonna beat this bitch Lady Darcy?"... With an arrogant grin on my face, I reply "Yeah, sure sweetie..."... I finally get to the ring and climb up onto the apron, ducking through the ropes... my husband doesn't bother to check me over, she's seen my body many times, and if I were concealing something like a weapon, would he really call me out?... I lean back in my corner, looking over at Gladiatrix

... And a moment of concern crosses my face... sheesh, she's tall isn't she... 6 inches taller than me... I take a deep breath and quickly change the expression on my face back to one of confidence... I look out at the crowd smiling and laughing... "This ain't gonna take long!..." I call out to some of them who are cheering me...

Gladiatrix: In the flesh she is as stocky as a pit bull and common as muck. Her husband barely checks her over but in her skimpy black bikini there can't be room to conceal much? As she calls out the crowd and turns her back to me, I lift both my middle fingers and raise them to her. The temptation to jump her while he back is turned is strong, but I want this victory to be emphatic with no doubt about it. I posture up getting ready letting out my breath, leading with my left. Black and white gloves up to defend my head and elbows tucked in to defend my long pale body. Even her dark tanned skin is a contrast to mine. My brow furrows as I think about destroying her. Waiting for her big bastard husband to give us the signal now. The crowd bay and ball, money changing hands in greasy wads.

Lord_Darcy: I watch my wife make her entrance and smile... I then turn back to the crowd... "Okay folks, the rules are simple... the really aren't any rules... no holds barred... I am the referee and if either woman wants to quit, she just has to tell me that she quits, and I will check if either woman has been knocked out cold..." Again the crowd cheers. I look at my wife first, and then turn my head to Gladiatrix... "Okay fighters, get ready..." I turn to the bell man and signal... he sounds the bell... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!.... "FIGHT!!..." I yell and quickly step backwards towards a neutral corner of the ring as the crowd lets out a loud roar to encourage the two fighters...

Gladiatrix: The bell goes, and I come out quickly meaning to claim the centre ring. The Lady is a wrestler mainly so it should be a classic striker versus grappler match up I reckon - she'll find I can hit. I keep my distance as she approaches fully intending to use my six inches plus of extra reach. I test her defence with a fast left jab aimed at the nose, quickly withdrawn. Before quickly posting my left leg and throwing a low right roundhouse kick with my shin aimed at the side of her ample left thigh where all the nerve endings are. Then I intend to move back to my left to reset, quickly on the balls of my feet. Hit and run Penny, hit, and run.

Lady_Darcy: I hear my husband giving his talk and the smile disappears from my face, I take a deep breath and clench my hands into fists, bringing my arms up in a southpaw boxing guard. The bell rings and I dance out of my corner on my thick, curvy, legs, my head ducked down behind my guard, my body crouched to keep low.

Gladiatrix: "Shit! Another bloody southpaw!" I curse

Lady_Darcy: You come out of your corner quickly, taking advantage of your height to get to the centre of the ring faster than me, quickly jabbing out your left fist at me. I crouch low and bob to my left to dodge the punch. You quickly reposition and fire a low right kick into my thick, left, thigh. There's a loud slapping sound and I momentarily wobble on my right leg, but now as you withdraw your leg to reset, I lunge forward trying to get under your guard and close up to you to swing a left hook up into your ribs below your breasts, leaning my thick, curvy, body into the punch. Looking to fight low and under your guard, I plan to follow up with a low right uppercut to your body.

Gladiatrix: It's a pisser the Lady is a southpaw. I hate fighting them. No slouch either, she ducks under the left. I get the roundhouse my pale shin slapping on her meaty thigh. As I back off, she pursues but my long pale legs make me faster! A left hook from The Lady slices through air as does a right uppercut as I back pedal rapidly. On the back foot I throw a fast straight left aimed into her mouth to get her attention, planting my right foot, pulling my left leg up straight throwing it forward looking to bury the sole of my left foot aimed into her belly on a teep kick (or foot jab or push kick) in order to take the wind out of her and push her back, as I try to slip to the left to keep the centre ring at my back. Hit and run Penny, hit, and run.

Lady_Darcy: I duck low and move towards you, hurling my left hook at your body, then my right uppercut... but you're fast and those long legs quickly take you back peddling out of the arc of my punches, which swish by in front of you. I grunt with anger at my punches missing and then, as I am regrouping my guard, your left comes flashing through and smacks me hard in the mouth, snapping my head backwards, my long brunette hair swishes and my breasts bounce and wobble as I stumble a step backwards. I again try to regroup but... OOF!... you front kick me in the belly with the sole of your foot and I now stumble a couple of steps backwards, my thick legs wobbling a little... but I regain my balance, I blow hard a couple of times and then take a deep breath, regrouping, getting my guard up and my head ducked down behind it I come forward and start to close up to you again...

Lord_Darcy: I watch the fight from the neutral corner and a look of concern crosses my face. My wife is having real trouble with the height advantage of Gladiatrix, she can't get close enough to land her powerful hooks, or to get a grip of Gladiatrix and use her wrestling skills. Nicola is tough, she can take a lot of punishment, but she'll need to take a lot of punishment to get her hands on Gladiatrix.

Gladiatrix: My jab snaps The Lady's head back and my teep buries my left sole in her belly forcing her back allowing me to circle back towards the middle of the ring. The crowd bellow to see the old cow being stabbed as if this is a bull fight and I am a matador. So far, my plan is working, and I am using my reach plus the superiority of my MMA technique. This old cow is obsolete! And now it needs to be shown. Staying light and nimble on the balls of my feet I get to the edge of my striking range. A tell-tale shrug of the left shoulder feinting the left jab. But instead, it is my legs she should watch! I post my left leg and send a low raking right roundhouse kick into the instep of her lead right leg, the front of my shin bone aiming for the inside of her right knee. To clash bone into bone. Then retract quickly. Dancing away to the right on the balls of my feet. I aim to take away The Lady's speed to make her an easier target for my strikes. I will make a show of this. An exhibition if you will.

Lady_Darcy: I come forward, my head tucked behind my guard... but I can see the bitch's face, and read that expression... she's on top, she knows it, and... she's enjoying it... of course, so would I be if the positions were reversed... I grit my teeth for more strikes and keep closing... she's bouncing on her feet, her shoulder moves... I tuck my guard tight around my head... but nothing comes my way... I look up and... ARGH!!... her right shin crashes into my right knee... my right leg wobbles and partially buckles as I struggle to keep my balance... some in the crowd let out a loud GASP as it looks like I might go down... but I don't, I recover, but my leg was clearly hurt... I regroup, my guard up and again come forward, trying to get up close to you... not dancing so much now, more walking, maybe stumbling forward... looking for an opening...

Gladiatrix: My lips part as the crowd gasps and The Lady stumbles, showing the white teeth etched in my black mouth guard. Her movements are slower now. Good. I keep the centre ring at my back bobbing and weaving on the balls of my feet just in and out of my longer range. I throw a fast left jab at her temple at the edge of my range, very quickly retracting, side stepping right, thinking she will come forward. The sidestep should put me in position to hammer my right glove into her kidneys from behind with an uppercut, a blow totally illegal - in any contest with rules. A risk but she is slow and old. I plan to zig zag back circling right behind her then. Hit and run Penny, hit and run! Wear the old woman down!

Lady_Darcy: I keep coming forward, chasing you as you bob and weave on your feet, staying just out of my range... urggh... I grunt with frustration that I can't get to land a punch... the crowd are getting restless... I hear a cry of "COME ON LADY, HIT HER!.. SHE'S WALKING ALL OVER YOU!..." I snort angrily and keep coming forward after you... you throw a fast left jab at my head... but I see it coming and dodge to my left... I then immediately lunge forward, wanting to grab hold of you as retract, but you step to the right and send a hammer right into my kidney... ARRRRRGGHHH!!.... I squeal in pain and go tumbling forward down onto my hands and knees, my head hanging down, my long brunette hair draped covering my face... Urrghh... I groan in agony but immediately start to try and get up... The crowd are now on their feet, GASPS, GROANS, and some cheers as I go down... then cries of... "COME ON!... GET UP!... GET UP!..."

Lord_Darcy: "NOOOO!!!..." I yell in panic as I see my wife go down... "GET UP!... GET UP!..." I scream at her

Gladiatrix: The kidney punch is wickedly effective driving The Lady off her feet in pain onto her hands and knees as I move behind her. The crowd are yelling many in her favour, but some see a new order taking place as sea of the odds shift in my favour. But she is tough as old leather as well as her skin being apparently made of the same material. She pushes off her hands to raise herself up, even as I post my left leg and bring my right leg up behind her where she cannot see! As she shakily rises my right foot flashes out like a striking serpent as I try to drive the ball of my right foot into the base of her spine in the small of my back with all of the force, I can raise in a thundering front kick "Yerrrttllll!" I scream through my fanged mouth guard exhaling with savage glee at The Lady's predicament. Not so much a karate kiai as something guttural and more savage cutting through at least in the ring the calls of the crowd as my eyes burn bright with the promise of pain for my veteran rival.

Lady_Darcy: I am hurting badly from the kidney punch, my face contorted in agony with the pain, but I know I need to get up, I push up with my arms and get one leg up under my body... I can hear the cries from the crowd, from my husband, all imploring me to get up... and I'm doing just that... I'm not going to let this cocky, young, bitch beat me this easily... I'm most of the way up and... ARRRRGGHH!!... I feel a foot come crashing down into my back, sending me flying, face, tits, belly down hard into the canvas with a loud THUD... urgh... I groan in agony as I lay face down, the kick really hurt, on top of the kidney punch... but the impact with the canvas really, really, knocked the wind out of me and stunned me... I lift my head a little, my eyes are glossy and glazed, my mouth open, my tongue hanging out.. I plant my hands on the canvas and start to push with my arms... I can hear the desperate cries of some fans... "GET UP!... GET UP!..." and some begging, pleading,... "It ain't fair... Let her get up!... Let her get up!..."

Lord_Darcy: My jaw drops in shock and horror as my wife is kicked down to the canvas... I can't believe it... she's getting demolished... I rush forward, pushing Gladiatrix away from my wife... "Back off!... Back off!... Let her get up!..."... Some in the crowd start to jeer me... what happened to a fight to the finish, no holds barred, no referee interference... I stand between Gladiatrix and my wife... and yell... "Come on Nicola, Get up!... Get up!..."

Gladiatrix: What!?! I MEAN WHAT!?! Before I can take The Lady's back to finish her Lord Darcy rushes between us pushing me back by my shoulders to save his leathery old wife! The crowd are going wild, especially this who just laid bets against her WHAT THE ACCTUAL FUCK!?!

Lady_Darcy: I am in bad shape, my head is spinning, I am hurting like mad from your kidney punch and kick... I plant my hands down and push up with my arms... it's a big struggle... I try and get my thick, curvy, right leg up under me... I can hear a cacophony of noise... the crowd yelling... my husband yelling... Gladiatrix yelling... but I am too dazed for it all to make sense... up onto my hands and knees I grab the ring ropes and start to pull... dragging my thick, heavy, bruised and hurting body up with my arms... finally up on my feet, hanging on to the ring ropes for support... my face sweaty, a dazed stunned look on it

... I am wobbling on my legs... but up on my feet...

Gladiatrix: While her husband protects her, The Lady uses the ring ropes to haul her tubby damaged carcass upright. Someone throws a plastic glass into the ring, probably a disgruntled gambler. Lord Darcy's piggish eyes dart over to the direction of the flying object, and I seize my chance, scooting around him quickly to where The Lady hangs onto the ring ropes for support, shuddering, about to turn. My black and white gloves flash out like avenging bolts of lightning with low digging hooks thrown into her back below her ribs aimed at the vulnerable kidney regions as I hammer her at close range determined to act and cause my rival pain before her treacherous husband can interfere again. My nostrils snort with venom at the indignity of his interference robbing me of my chance to finish The Lady. But I will not be denied!

Lady_Darcy: I hang on the ropes, gasping, trying to get a semblance of my composure back. I glance over my shoulder, and I can see my husband blocking you. I am dazed but I notice the flash of light as your pale body darts around my husband... you're coming for me!... I twist around, and instinctively fire my right fist towards the middle of your face as you close into me at the same time as your gloved fists fly out at me... URGH!... URGH!... they crash extremely painfully into my body... but my fist flies into your face...

Gladiatrix: My fists crash into the rounded belly of The Lady as she turns. But she throws a short right hook which crashes into my mouth guard turning my head with a PISH! as a thin jet of saliva flies out of my mouth. I taste something like iron alongside sharp stinging pain, I know my upper lip is cut and bleeding. But the battle lust is within me and training kicks in. My body blows have driven her back against the ropes. My left hand reaches up huge and mannish for the back of The Lady's neck to pull her head down and control her. I plant my right foot and throw a fast left knee strike up and to the side aimed at the outside of her right side where all the nerve centres are - in the leg I've been targeting. Aiming to stun her. So I can get the left leg back down. And then push down on her neck with my left hand to bow her sending the knee straight upwards savagely to try to knee her in the chest.

Lady_Darcy: I have been getting hammered so far in the fight, so at last landing a punch in the bitch's mouth is a major morale boost for me. And the noise from the crowd suddenly swell's as they see me fighting back. But you're a mean, tough, bitch and one punch will not turn the fight. I am tired and hurting, bruises and welts all over my body from your strikes, and you are immediately on me again. Using your 6" height advantage you easily wrap your hands around the back of my neck and force down on my neck, pushing my head down to the level of your belly, and then bring your left knee up into my right thigh... ARGGGH!!... I squeal in agony as your left knee smashes into my heavily bruised right thigh. The noise from the crowd suddenly decreases as you are taking charge again, looking like you're going to beat me senseless now.

You pull your left leg back and ram it up again, hurling your left knee into my well-endowed chest... URRGGGH!!... I grunt loudly as your knee hits home and my body jolts up from the impact, and the crowd noise drops to a hush. But you constantly attack with your left leg, and it was telegraphed that you'd knee me, so I grab hold of your left knee as it thumps into my chest. Wrapping my hands and arms around your knee and lower thigh, gripping tightly, not letting go but hanging on, leaving you only on one leg. At last, at last, I've got hold of you. I pause momentarily to get some breath and then scream... YAAAAA!!!... as I lift up my head and upper body, using the power of my thick, curvy, body to lift you up, only a couple of cm's or so, but enough to topple you over on your right leg.

As I lift you, I twist, rolling you to the side, so you will fall onto your face, tits, and belly down onto the canvas. Twisting my own body so that I step over your back as we fall, keeping a grip on that leg and knee, with me over top of you. Once you hit the canvas face first, I let go of your left leg with my left hand and grab your right leg as well as the left. And then with a grip of both legs I wrench back hard on your knees.

My face is a mess, badly bruised, sweaty, my make-up running but with a vicious, nasty, vengeful snarl on it. The crowd lets out a GASP of surprise at this turn of events and then the noise starts to grow. I turn my head slightly to look over my shoulder and with all the pent-up desire for revenge that I have from the beating you have given me I viciously hiss... "You better quit bitch!!... Otherwise, I'm gonna break your knees and rip your fucking legs off!!... And you ain't gonna be able to hit me when ya can't stand up ya fucking cow!!..."

Gladiatrix: I land thundering knee strikes into my older stocky rival's thigh and chest but her bull like ability to take knocks allows her to scoop up my left knee, lift me up bodily and slam me onto my right side on the canvas! I break my fall with a cupped right hand but the ring still shakes! The crowd goes nuts at the turnaround as the older leatherly skinned brunette scoops my long left leg under her armpits, her long sweat sodden hair moving like a heavy curtain. Immediately I feel the pressure on my spine as she arches it with my left leg. This isn't a faked pro wrestling match. This is a real battle to the finish for the British title. LIKE FUCK I'M GOING TO SIBMIT TO THIS CHEATING OLD SLAG! As she reaches down for my right leg, I kick out straight hard with both legs trying to free my left leg and avoid her grip on my right leg even as she is giving her little speech. I hope, if I can kick out, to scramble away from her behind her back and get up facing my battered rival for the title.

Lady_Darcy: As I get you turned onto your stomach and wrench on your left leg, I reach down for your right leg you spit out "LIKE FUCK I'M GOING TO SUBMIT TO THIS CHEATING OLD SLAG!" and I respond with "You better quit bitch!!... Otherwise, I'm gonna break your knees and rip your fucking legs off!!... And you ain't gonna be able to hit me when ya can't stand up ya fucking cow!!..." At this moment you kick hard with both legs, getting your right leg free, but I still have your left leg and give it a vicious twist, ensuring damage to your knee, before you get your left leg free from my grip. As I turn around, I see you scrabbling away from me across the floor. The look on my sweaty, stained, bruised, face is one of pain from the beating you've given me mixed with pure malice driven by a desire to get revenge for the beating you've given me.

I come after you as you scramble away on your belly, using your hands to pull you along, raising up my thick, chubby, right leg and smashing the sole of my boot down onto the middle of your back between your shoulders, leaning all my 170lbs of weight behind it. Looking to smash your head, face first, into the canvas. The crowd let out a GASP as they can see what I intend to do, some start yelling... NOOO!!... LET HER GET UP!... I ignore them and prepare to stomp on you again and again if I can.

Gladiatrix: I kick and thrash tearing my right leg out of her grip. AAAAARRGGGGHHH! The Lady gets her revenge grinding my left knee horribly against its socket before I can pull the leg and scrabble for freedom across our ring of mutual torture on my belly like a white snake. Then WHUMP! the ring shakes as The Lady's boot sole slams into the top of my back sending my face down to the dirty canvas my bloody lip leaving a crimson kiss on the stained canvas. My lower back and my left knee ache and my cut lip throbs but I know if I stay down The Lady will happily stomp me into a bloody smear. Quickly roll to one side tumbling over just as The Lady big boot and thunderous right thigh smashes into the canvas with a resounding thump, turning onto my back as I roll I draw my right leg back and up kick hard out at the outside of The Lady's right thigh where all of the nerve endings are. A repeated target for me since the start of our fight. No lie she hurt me, but I am far from done. I barely stop as my right foot is drawn back knowing the danger The Lady still presents wounded but determined. I try to roll backwards over my left shoulder to put distance between us and come up on my knees facing my stocky rival even as my left protests trying to rise with my gloves raised.

Lady_Darcy: I smash my boot down into your back and your sweet, pretty, face goes smashing into the canvas. "Oh yeah!" I think to myself "That's gonna leave a mark!" I pull my right leg back and raise it again, sending it crashing down... into the canvas!... ARGH!... I squeal, my right leg is the one you have been targeting and is already badly bruised with welts and is hurting. I look down and see that you rolled out of the way of my second stomp, as you lay on your back your right leg flashes out and kicks my right thigh... ARRRGH!!... I squeal again in pain, grabbing my right thigh with my hands. As I hold my thigh this gives you a moment to roll away again, coming up onto your knees, although with a pained grimace on your face as you kneel on your left knee.

Static for a moment I have been taking deep gulps of air to cope with the pain in my right thigh, but I know I mustn't lose the momentum, as I see you coming up onto your knees I turn and rush the short steps across the ring to where you're getting up. You're only on your knees, for once it is little old 5'4" me who has the "high ground" in the fight. As I reach you I bring up my left knee and aim it straight at the middle of your face, my thick thigh and fat ass behind it, all of my 170lbs aimed at crashing my knee into your face. yt

Gladiatrix: I manage to roll clear as The Lady makes to stomp down on me again. My lip hurts and I know its steadily bleeding as I leave a thin trail of pink slime as I roll. My upkick connects with something solid, an anguished wail tells me probably The Lady's damaged left leg, but I waste no desperate time rolling over my shoulder and as I come up on my knees .... there she is, thundering towards me like a spray tanned rhino, stepping ginger on her brutalized right leg as she begins to raise her left boot off the ground. By instinct I throw myself down and to the left, my right shoulder into the base of her bikini bottoms by the top of her inside right thigh, pushing at it, my left arm trying to curl around her sturdy stained mahogany thigh, my big hand clutching cellulite at the back of it, while my right hand reaches down to try grip her right ankle. mtc

As The Lady's left knee brushes past my right cheek with her weight behind it. WHILE SHE IS ON HER DAMAGED LEG - NOW, PUSH! I heave my shoulder into the base of her black bikini bottoms, pulling at her leg with my large hands, forcing my protesting left knee, toes pushing against the canvas in an attempt to topple The Lady while she off balance, standing only on her damaged right leg. My forehead furrows sweating and my lips part with effort showing my fanged mouthguard as my long sinewy body strains.

Lady_Darcy: As you kneel on the canvas I charge forward at you, planting my right foot, and leg, on your left and hurl my left knee up at your face. But as I bring my knee up you duck to your left and try to ram your right shoulder in between my legs, sending your right hand down to grab my right ankle, while your left arm goes behind my right leg, hugging my right leg in an attempt to upend me. The collision between my 170lbs flying forward and your head ducking down to the left and right shoulder slamming in between my legs sends my upper body collapsing down over the top of your head, my head smacking down into your back. I let out a loud grunt... UGH... when we impact together and not knowing where I will end up, I grab on around your waist with my arms, my face and breasts pressed into your back as you hug around my right leg with your arms. As I lock on to you my left leg drops down onto the canvas.

You start pushing hard against my right leg in order to get me over and there is no way I can resist as I fall over to my right. But I cling on tightly to your waist, pulling you with me down to the canvas, as I land on my right side I roll on to my back and use the momentum of my big body to keep rolling, twisting you over me and rolling you face down onto the canvas with me on top of your back. I cling on tightly around your waist, pressing you down to the canvas. This may not be the way I'd want to get you down, but when it comes to grappling on the canvas, I think I'm in my element... that height advantage of yours is useless down here...

Gladiatrix: The Lady and I slap together like two sides of beef. I feel her large breasts flop onto my back as I heave at her right leg forcing her over even as her tanned mahogany arms slide over my lower ribs and around my waist. We fall down together to my left, as she maintains a waist clinch. We roll over each looking for advantage. Its almost like wrestling a bear. First thing I do is tuck my chin right against my breastbone to defend against any choke or head lock The Lady might try and pull. That's grappling 101. She rolls me onto my belly, but I have my knees under me now and power off them pushing to the side to try to keep us rolling another preferably half or even a quarter turn, while I try to get my big mannish hands on her wrists to pull them apart to try to break The Lady's waist lock, planning on sending a vengeful backward blind elbow thrown hard backwards towards where I guess her face might be if I can break free to scramble away and turn to face her on my knees

Lady_Darcy: I have you clinched you around your waist and we go down to the canvas grappling for position. I get you rolled onto your belly, with me on your back, albeit we're 180 laying in opposite directions and you now counter by getting your legs and knees up under your and yourself rolling, twisting me over onto my back with you laying on your back on top of me. OOMPH... I let out a grunt as my upper body is squashed under the weight of your upper body. You start working to try and break my clinch, your hands grabbing my wrists to try and break my grip.

In an effort to counter I bring my legs up in the air and try and get my big, thick, curvy, thighs on either side of your head, if I can do that and lock my ankles together, I'll give you one hell of a headache when I squeeze my powerful thighs together. You're trying to keep your head out of my grip and now stop trying to break my wrist lock and start trying to jab your elbows back down into me as I lay underneath you. UGH... UGH... you painfully jab the sides of my already bruised face, one jab landing painfully in my left eye socket and I'm clearly going to have a swollen, black eye in a minute or two.

The crowd has quietened as we struggle for supremacy on the canvas, watching carefully, murmuring, wondering which one of us will come out on top. I keep trying to lock my thighs around your head, I know I can really inflict some pain on you if I can just get those thick, powerful, thighs either side of your head... and I will love to hear you screaming if I do...

Gladiatrix: I roll The Lady on her back and throw back elbows into my rival that hit something solid. Both of us are sweating now. I can feel her barrel like chest rise and fall underneath me. I feel a shift in her weight and her big thighs tanned thighs come up. I tuck my head further into my breastbone using my left forearm to push against her meaty gravy-coloured thighs as I protect my head bending forwards, her waist clinch being little impediment to me bending my upper body away from her. The audience are quiet intent with occasional shouts and words of advice for their personal favourites or the woman they just bet on ...

Moving my top half up away from her threatening thick thighs gives me an idea. One I didn't think to try when Reilly submitted me with a brutal head scissors from a similar position a few months ago. I curl my knees inwards and try to drive my ankles and then my muscular calves under The Lady's shoulders raised off the mat to clinch my waist, as I try to turn myself into a sitting position on top of her lower ribs, spreading my shin bones wide on the mat for balance, pressing my weight down on The Lady to try to trap her. It takes strength and balance to pull off such a manoeuvre but I have both! I hope I will be sitting on her barrel chest just below a proper mount if I succeed, a good position to punch down with my four-ounce gloves into her face, which would force her to release her waist clinch ... or be pummelled in the face.

Lady_Darcy: As I bring my thighs up to try and scissor your head you start struggling, lifting your head away from my thighs, you're all action, your hands again working on my wrists, trying to break my clinch around your waist, your legs moving, your ass wriggling just above my head. URFFF... you get my wrists apart before I can get my thighs on your head and... your free! My legs flop back down to the canvas as you sit up quickly... wriggling your ass, moving your legs and calves... SHIT!!... I think, you're getting mounted on my chest... and I know what's coming next... ARGH!!... ARGH!!... ARGH!!... you punch down into my face... my already bruised and swelling left eye, now there's a bleeding cut above the eye... my nose, not broken but now gushing blood,... my right cheek bruising and swelling...

I'm hurting and desperate... I fling my hands up behind your head, I know what I am looking for... and there they are... those two pigtails you had your hair braided into... I grab them and wrench, wrench hard, my strength amplified in desperation, pulling your head and neck back, and down to the side, to force you to roll off of me... and when you roll off to my right I'll roll to my left, scrabbling away on my hands and knees to the ropes, using them to help me get up... I'm in a bad way now, my face bruised and bleeding, a swollen left black eye... I need a few moments break...

Gladiatrix: I mount The Lady and my fists, naturally big, look like black hammers in my gloves as they rain down on my opponent, many merry hell with her. My thin lips part, showing my fanged mouthguard with my own bloody lip, framing my mouth and chin with red as blood splats down onto my sports bra and my pale blue eyes burn with a icy ferocity. The Lady's left eye is badly swollen, and the edge of my glove opens up a gash above it as I also open up her nose with a well-placed left. The roar from the crowd grows, The Lady's followers imploring her to escape, my new fans sensing money scream for me to finish her. Another left fist pounds into her cheek with all the force my long sinewy arms can manage and then... it's like my scalp is on fire as an unstoppable force tears at my hair pulling me backwards with the force of a runaway train, literally tearing me off from The Lady, pulling me off her and onto my left side...

I leave a fair amount of fine dirty blonde hair on the canvas and my right hair band too, sad, black and broken on the canvas, my fine hair unravelling on the right-hand side, the straight hair twisted into an unruly fine curly curtain part hiding my fury. THE BITCH TORE MY HAIR OUT! I roll counterclockwise onto my knees my left knee protesting my weight, The Lady's clearly battered stout mahogany form in front of me. Her left eye is swollen her nose freely bleeding. I don't wish to waste a moment. Though I've taken damage she is clearly worse off than I! I have a duellist's instinct for the finish. I lunge at her from my knees with a right cross from my knees looking to stick my glove right into her bleeding nose and try to bust it open like a red fire hydrant.

Lady_Darcy: I'm free!!... The crowd lets out a ROAR of approval as they see me get out from under you, knowing that the fight will continue. When I was trapped underneath you the fight was over, I had no chance, you'd mercilessly punch me senseless. The fear factor, the adrenalin, when I grabbed your pigtails, I pulled so hard that I ripped some hair out, but it worked, and you tumbled off of me. I wasted no time in rolling away, scrabbling on my hands and knees, and then grabbing the ropes. I was tired, I was badly hurt, but I instinctively knew I had to get up. My head is swimming in a daze, I am now a cyclops, my left eye so swollen and covered with blood that I can't see out of it, I can only breath through my mouth because of the blood blocking my nose, my long brunette hair a bedraggled mess and I am pouring sweat all over my thick, curvy, body.

I grabbed the middle rope and pulled my hurting big body up, my right thigh, covered in welts and bruises after you targeted it with kicks hurts like mad as I put my weight on it, my torso has bruises, but one big one where you aimed that kidney punch, but I take the pain, I am a... tough... woman. I get high enough to grab the top rope and pull, up onto my legs. They wobble, but I can roll onto my back on the ropes, hanging on to the top rope for support. As I turn, your right gloved fist comes flying at my face... BAMMM!!... it smacks me in the nose and the blood now pours out as my head snaps back... NOOOO!!!... a pained cry comes from part of the crowd, thinking I'm done from the punch... but I had a good grip on the top rope and I don't fall, my head flops back forward and I gulp a couple of breaths of air.

I really don't know where or who I am at the moment, but instinctively I am a fighter. You were on your knees when you lunged and threw the punch, it hit, but you didn't have time to get up off your knees, you're still kneeling in front of me. My instinct is to hit you back and I lean forward and grab your remaining pigtail with my left hand to keep your head in place, so you can't dodge my right fist. On your feet you may be 6" taller than me, but with you on your knees I am now the one with the height advantage. Holding your head with my left I fire my right fist at your face, leaning my heavy upper body behind the punch, then again, and again, not caring if I hit eye, temple or nose just wanting to deliver some punishment on you.

Gladiatrix: I stick my right glove in The Lady's already bloody nose, sending the claret really flowing. I'm pleased thinking not being able to breathe through her nose will tire the old cow out faster so I can finish her. Then her left hand grabs my remaining pigtail I'm her left hand like a handle, instinctively I turn my head towards her wrist. CRAK! Her bare right fist smashes into my left cheekbone as spit and blood flies out of my mouth. I get my right leg, the good one up, bare sole on the canvas. CRUNCH! The Lady's right fist flies out again into my rapidly swelling left cheek. I brace my foot and raise my left forearm in front of my face protectively. AARREGGH! Her right fist deflects across my forearms raking across the left side often head her thumb scoring a deep gash across the side of my face which immediately begins to seep bright red blood down the left side of my face matching my already bloody mouth and chin ...

Biting into my mouth guard to ignore the stinging pain my left knee hurts mightily as I surge up fast into her my right forearm up against her throat to push her back against the top rope as I try to get my left hand under the back of her right knee and with a wolf feral kiai "YYYAAAARRRGGHHH!" I try to topple The Lady backwards over the top rope using all my wiry power on the badly strung ropes trying to throw my stocky rival over the top rope headfirst down onto the wooden floor directly on front of the small crowd baying for blood from both of us like she was a sacrificial offering to be despatched.

Lady_Darcy: The crowd cheer loudly as I fight back. I had taken a brutal beating when I was pinned on the canvas, leaving my face a bloody, bruised, mess and then, your right cross sent my head snapping backwards and even more blood gushing from my nose, many in the crowd thought I was done. So, seeing me showing my spirit but not just staying on my feet but also launching a blistering attack on you leads to yells of "COME ON LADY!!... YOU CAN DO THIS!!... GET HER!!..." I have a firm grip on your pigtail, and I fire my punches in, one... two... battering and bruising the left side of your face and then a third punch that you deflect that draws blood from the left side your face... I'm energized to see you bleeding, knowing that you are hurting too... but I am getting tired, I'm older, not in as good a condition as you are, and I have taken a beating so far in the fight... I pause my punching for a moment for a short rest...

You're now hurting and bleeding but when I give you a moment of opportunity, you take it. You surge up from your knees, ramming your right forearm into my throat, driving my head back and pushing my big, thick, curvy, body against the ropes, my right arm grabbing the top rope, while my left hand still clenches onto your pigtail. I gurgle for a moment as your forearm chokes me, my own blood from my nose getting into my mouth and I cough out blood. I can feel your left hand grabbing the back of my big, thick, right thigh just above the knee and then... you scream "YYYAAAARRRGGHHH!" and lift... my big, thick, 170lbs, body starts to lift up... "WHOA!... NO!!..." I babble out, my voice sounding very different now that my nose is blocked, as I realize I am being lifted up over the top rope.

I'm a big, solid, woman and once you get my upper body over the top rope, the momentum carries all of me over, my big fat ass and thick thighs rolling on over after my upper body. But I still have a tight hold on your pigtail and as my 170lbs body goes falling towards the floor, wrenching your head and throat down onto the top rope from the tension in the pigtail... I hear a loud, horrible, scream and then the tension in the pigtail is gone and I fall freely down to the floor. I land headfirst, face, tits, and belly down on the hard floor with a loud THUD as my head hits, closely followed by a SPLAT!! as my body hits... The crowd lets out a loud GASP... and then for a moment there is silence as I lay motionless, face down on the floor... then some of the crowd get yelling... "GET UP!... GET UP!... GET UP LADY!..." while others are yelling... "IT'S OVER!... SHE'S OUT!... THE FAT COW IS OUT!!..."

I stir on the floor, at first flopping an arm at my side, then slowly getting it planted on the floor, then slowly getting the other arm planted... I push up, it's clearly a struggle, but there's a chorus of a section of the crowd of... "GET UP!... GET UP!..." I get my shoulders about a foot off the floor, my head hanging down, my matted, sweaty brunette hair hanging down covering my bruised face, and then... my arms give way and I flop back, face down, onto the floor... there's a scream of... "NOOOO!!"... from some in the crowd, while others yell... "SHE'S DONE!... IT'S OVER!..."

Again, I try to push up with my hands, but I can't even get to a foot this time... Suddenly two men from the crowd rush out of their seats over to me, hooking their hands under my arm pits and lifting me up, hauling me to my feet. But my head hangs down, my eyes half closed, my brunette hair is bedraggled with sweat and blood and my legs wobble and shake, I stumble like a drunk, and it looks like I will fall. The two men grab me under the arms again and drag me towards their seats in the front row of the crowd, they sit me in one of the seats and one of them grabs a drink that was sitting on the floor by their seat, a gin and tonic, and starts giving it to me. They start talking at me, encouraging, imploring, me to fight on...

Gladiatrix: I manage to woman handle The Lady over the top rope, she screams and shouts, bubbling blood from her nose like the scared fat old bully that she is as she clutches onto my pigtail like it is going to save her? AAAARRGGGHHHH! I screamed strangled through my mouthguard as she rips out a large clump of hair as she falls down off the top rope, crashing into the wooden floor leaving me bent over the ropes clutching the side of my head. Her big husband is also at the ropes now looking down at the bloody sack of meat that I've made of his wife, the so-called champion. He is leant over the ropes, looking at down at her imploring her to get up as she flops around helplessly like a beached whale. I suddenly realise that they are paying no attention to me and ignoring my grumbling left knee, bloodied face and the fire from both sides of my scalp, breathing heavy, I limp slightly to the far corner, slipping through the middle rope and jumping down to the floor, some way behind The Lady's back.

Two old men old drag The Lady's bedraggled carcass up off the floor as she struggles vainly to try to stand. I stalk them with their backs to me, picking up a folding chair from the front row some over excited punter vacated to go and empty his lager filled bladder. The old boys haul The Lady's broken body onto a seat and try to rouse her spirit. She is a sorry site, tanned chubby skin bruised in some places and smeared with blood, her dark curly hair a thick matted curtain over a bloodied swollen face. I am determined to end this now, by any means necessary. I shoulder one guy to the side and swing the folding chair like a baseball bat towards her head, planning to knock her off her seat and down to the ground, where, after throwing the chair at her other friend I hope to leap on The Lady's prone form and let my back gloves pound her into oblivion with punishing downwards blows from astride her, hooks and hammer fists into The Lady's brutalised face and head. That's the plan anyways.

Lord_Darcy: I watch the fight with serious concern, my wife is taking a beating, I don't how long she can keep going. But she shows her guts and hits back, smacking the tall blonde amazon Gladiatrix in the face with 3 vicious punches. Although it's clear Gladiatrix is tough, my wife throws a mean, heavy, punch, and Gladiatrix is taking them and still going. She pushes Nicola up against the ropes... OH MY GOD!!... What strength! She just picked Nicola up and threw her over the top rope, and Nicola is a heavy woman!... There's a mix of screams, Gladiatrix is by the ropes clasping the side of her head, and I heard Nicola scream. I rush over to the ropes and lean over them, and a look of shock and horror crosses my face as I see my wife lying face down and motionless on the floor, her arms and legs spreadeagled, her big, thick, curvy ass up in the air... "NO!!..." I yell thinking that she's out cold and beaten... but then she twitches and starts to try and get up... I grab the top rope and start to shake it, yelling... "GET UP NICOLA!!... GET UP!!..."... but she can't do it, she collapses back down on to her face, tits, and belly... "COME ON NICOLA... GET UP!!..." ... she tries again but doesn't get as far and again falls... I am horrified... then I see two men getting up out of their seats... I beckon to them... "HELP HER UP!... HELP HER UP!..."...

Lady_Darcy: I am dazed, badly stunned, things are a blur, I was laying on the floor, but I am not sure how I got there. I tried to get up, but I was so tired, and it hurt so much. Some people dragged me to this chair where I am sitting and gave me something to drink. They are babbling at me incoherently, there's a lot of background noise, and I can't see properly. I realize that is because my left eye is so swollen, I can only see from my right eye. I am sweating very heavily and there is something sticky over my face and breasts, it looks like blood, good grief, it's my blood! As I sit in the chair I take some deep breaths, trying to focus, work out what I am doing, where I am. Suddenly one of the people disappears from my view and a squarish black, metallic looking, object, appears in my vision. Instinctively I know it is dangerous, and I roll to my side off of the chair, and the black object smacks with a CLANG into the other person who helped me, knocking them down.

I can see through the blurred vision of my right eye a person who wielded the black object... fear, instinct, adrenalin, and some energy from that drink, kick in... and I launch myself up from the ground at the side the chair I was sitting on before I rolled off, hurling my right shoulder at the midriff of the person who wielded the black object, throwing my 170lbs of battered, bruised and hurting, thick body like a battering ram. Aiming to knock whoever it is down onto their back and get my thick, heavy, body on top of them and desperately, angrily, rain down, wild, random, punches into them...

Gladiatrix: I swing the chair at my rival, but the other old boy moves into the way! The chair smashes into his back and drops him, as the chair clatters uselessly to the floor. Leaving me facing The Lady seated, her hair matted, face swollen and bloodied. With a roar she charges me snorting out blood and snot from her nose. A rough rugby tackle from The Lady takes us down as I break my fall with cupped palms to the wooden floor. Training kicks in, my long pale legs snake up around her thick waist to lock her in my guard and I try to lock my ankles behind her back and trap her. A large right mannish hand goes to the back of her bill thick neck to pull her down into my blood splattered khaki sports bra, as I try to slide my left forearm under her chin, into her throat. Her thick arms pummel at me but if I can keep her close, she can't hit me that hard. OWww! I wince as The Lady's left fist catches the bloody gash on my right cheek tearing at ripped flesh. Just have to keep her close, work the left arm against her throat and try to push my left hand into the crook of my right elbow to work a guillotine choke from bottom. You can do this Penny! I think to myself. Even as she thrashes and batters at me like an animal caught in a trap my adrenalin kicks in keeping my long pale bloodied body fighting sensing the weakness in my rival. Sensing a brutal finish!

Lady_Darcy: I was virtually out cold after my head smacked into the floor, but the recovery time I got when I was dragged to the ringside chairs gave me enough to see the danger of Gladiatrix's chair shot and I evaded it and threw myself at her in a desperate rugby tackle. As I fell on top of you, I flung my fists in a wild attack, spurred on by yells from the crowd... "COME ON LADY... HIT HER!... HIT HER!..." And I strike home I can hear your yells of wincing pain as I catch your head. But now you can take advantage of your MMA skills, not panicking, wrapping your long legs around my waist, and locking your ankles, first pulling my head down with your right hand, slipping your left under my head and then working your right arm to lock my neck in a Guillotine choke hold...

Most of the crowd are too dumb to realize the danger I am now in, a few seconds, 10 maybe, before I pass out as you choke the carotid artery in my neck and put me out cold. I may be in a bad way, but I won't quit, and I am not the dumb old bruiser that you seem to think I am. I stop punching at your head and throw my left arm over your right shoulder and slide my right arm under your left armpit and grab my left hand. Locking on to your upper body. Then I spread my thick, chubby, legs out and bridge up in a tripod, hurling my big, curvy, ass, in its bikini bottom, up into the air, lifting your body up as you hold me in your guard. A section of the crowd lets out a big... "WOOO!!"... at the sight of my big ass flying up into the air, although they are too dumb to realize the significance.

I now twist and roll my upper body to my right, reducing the effectiveness of your Guillotine choke on my carotid artery, but also now bringing my left shoulder down into your throat in a Von Flue choke. And with my big, thick, powerful, legs up in a tripod I can push down hard with them and lean all the weight in my big, thick, ass into my left shoulder as it pushes into your scrawny neck to choke you out. The crowd barely realize that the endgame could be nigh, many just see us locked in what seems to be a stalemate, not realizing that if neither of us breaks... one of us will soon pass out.

Gladiatrix: I lock The Lady firmly between my thighs in my guard her lower half is trapped. My right hand sucks her down as my left arm waits like a trap about to be sprung across her teak thick throat in the guillotine choke. As my right hand pushes her into my left forearm a feel her sturdy body tense. We both know the danger The Lady is in now. When the end is near all animals find a sudden strength. The Lady Nicola Darcy is no exception to this rule. She clasps her mahogany colored hands behind my wiry white back and spreads those thick stocky legs of hers. She pushes up on her feet even as my powerful pale thighs bite into her and I hang on as she lifts my muscular bubble butt in the air as punters volubly compare the respective merits of our respective contrasting arses.

I know that as long The Lady is trapped in my guard, I can get the best of her. Now, her arse is in the air, her body jack-knifed forward, my legs wrapped around her ankles locked above her back the real battle begins. The Lady begins to press her left shoulder into my throat, her left arm already around my back. But to exert real pressure she must move to side control to her right, but my guard prevents her. The Lady tries to twist and roll to the right using her position on top of me, her strength, cunning and bulk. But I am grimly determined to hold her firm in my guard, thighs and glutes upright pulsing palely with effort, ankles firmly locked. She makes some progress and I feel the pressure of her left shoulder on my throat, even as I crane my long pale neck to minimise it. But equally I can feel my bony left forearm bite deeply into The Lady's throat impossibly tight against the windpipe and the carotids. Her pressure is crushing, but as long as my guard holds, I can bear it.

As long as I can hold her in my guard I can prevail. The question is a simple one. If I have a blood choke across The Lady's carotid arteries, she must tap, or she will pass out in a few seconds more. If not, an air choke will take longer but could also earn me victory. I will simply need to squeeze the fight out of my stocky tanned rival the hard way. But no championship is easily won. You can do this Penny! Finish her I implore myself. My nostrils flare on my long straight nose sucking needed air and my thin lips part showing the fangs etched on my black mouthguard.

Lady_Darcy: I get my legs braced in the tripod position, the muscles in my thick thighs bulging, and push down hard with my shoulder into your neck, snorting, snarling, grunting loudly... YAARRGH!!... I force my shoulder down to cut off your air supply. You have a tight grip on my waist with your leg guard, squeezing hard, but I have the strength to hold you up in the air so that I can push down. You have a grip on my neck with your guillotine choke hold, I am trying to crane my neck to reduce its effect. The crowd are cheering, my fans yelling "COME ON LADY!... CHOKE HER OUT!!... CHOKE HER OUT!!...", those who bet on you yelling... "KEEP GOING PENNY!!... PUT HER OUT!... PUT THE FAT COW OUT!...", it's a desperate struggle.
10:56 Lady_Darcy: Both of us are bleeding heavily, bruised, and battered, but determined to be the winner, neither of us going to quit. I grit my teeth and push even harder into your throat and then... the lights in the arena go dim, the crowd noise starts to fade... my legs collapse, my body goes limp, my arms release you and my head drops... I'm out cold! My long, bedraggled, brunette hair drapes over my face, my thick body, lays in a heap on top of you, my big tits, belly, and butt, all now sagging in my state of unconsciousness. My fans in the crowd let out a collective, pained... "NOOOOO!!!!..." as they realize what has happened, I've been knocked out and... lost the fight.

Lord_Darcy: When the fight had initially gone out of the ring I had stayed in the ring, waiting for the two women to get back in the ring, but it had become obvious that they weren't coming back to the ring, well not both of them anyway. I slid out of the ring under the bottom and proceeded over to where they were battling. The crowd are heavily engaged with the struggle taking place literally in front of them. It's a titanic battle, Gladiatrix has a grip around my wife's throat with her arms and her legs wrapped around my wife's waist, but my wife is on top, she's got her legs up in a tripod, and she's forcing her shoulder down into Gladiatrix's neck and throat. "COME ON NICOLA... CHOKE HER OUT!!..." I yell, my wife is using her most powerful weapon, those thick thighs, and legs, to push down on Gladiatrix.

Again, I yell... "COME ON NICOLA... DO IT!... PUT HER OUT!..." and I believe she can do it... but then... suddenly... her whole body, at one moment tensed, forcing down on Gladiatrix, goes limp... and collapses. "WHAT??!!..." I yell in disbelief... "NO!... NO!!..." I cry and rush forward, kneeling beside the two women. I grab my wife's hair and gently pull her limp head up off of Gladiatrix, her mouth is open, her tongue gently hanging, her eyes are rolled up... "No,... no..." I mutter to myself and then I sigh... I pause for a moment and then yell to the crowd... "SHE'S OUT!!..." I look at Gladiatrix and then cry... "THE WINNER... AND THE... NEW... UNDISPUTED... BRITISH WOMEN'S UNDERGROUND FIGHT CHAMPION... GLADIATRIX!!..." The crowd erupts with a mix of cheers from those who had bet on Gladiatrix and groans from those who had bet on my wife.

Gladiatrix: The Lady brutally crushes her shoulder into my neck, but I will not give up! With ruthless determination I lock her body between thick pale muscular thighs, ankles locked, toes pointing to the ceiling even as I crush her throat and carotid arteries in my guillotine choke. Time slows down, I remember it even now. The crushing pressure desperately applied by us both and then ... then she went limp on me like a puppet with her string's cut collapsing onto me. Even then I kept her locked tight, fearing a ruse. It was only when Lord Darcy rushed to the side of us tending to his defeated wife, calling my victory. Then I knew. Then, I was sure. I was the UK champion!

As Lord Darcy cradled his defeated wife's head, I pushed her tanned powerful body off of me and slowly pushed myself up. I stood, favouring my right leg heavily but gingerly managed to plant my left foot on The Lady's belly. The audience's phones exploded into flashes as I double bicep posed foot on her belly in a traditional victory pose like a hunter over defeated prey. My pale heaving chest was smeared with blood not only from the bloody gash on the side of my head and my split lip, but also from the severe facial wounds I had inflicted on The Lady. Despite the almost cartoon like swelling of my lip and the right side of my face, I still retained the genetic gifts of my long pale athletic body. Chest gently heaving I looked down at Lord Darcy with my clear pale blue eyes.

We both knew with a rich and connected sponsor I could go far. My thin lips parted into a bloody parody of a flirtatious smile. With the ring lights behind my head illuminating me like a halo, I must have looked like some kind of avenging angel.

Published: 2022-07-18, viewed 97 times.