Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

Lord_Darcy: The crowd at Lord & Lady Darcy’s Fight Club are buzzing with excitement tonight as I swagger my way out to the ring with a microphone. I climb the ring steps and step into the ring; I lean back in one of the ring corners and raise the microphone…

Lord_Darcy: “WELCOME TO… LORD & LADY DARCY’S FIGHT CLUB!!!...” The crowd lets out a loud cheer. “And you know that… TONIGHT IS A… SPECIAL NIGHT…” Again, the crowd cheers. I grin broadly as I look around the warehouse and the continue. “That’s right because tonight’s… MAIN EVENT… is the… FINAL MATCH… in the WOMEN’S… NO HOLDS BARRED TOURNAMENT…” The crowd let’s out a HUGE ROAR of excitement. “Yes folks, tonight we will find out who is the … NEW… LLDFC… WOMEN’S NHB CHAMPION… and we have … TWO… VERY TOUGH CONTENDERS… for that title…” Again, the crowd roars it’s approval. “Yes folks, we have had… TWO… BRUTAL… ROUNDS… of matches to get to this point… where the winners have left their opponents… bloody and beaten unconscious… and tonight, one of these two women… either… CARLOTTA VALENZUELA or GEORGIA ELLENWOOD… will leave this ring as the … NEW… LLDFC… WOMEN’S NHB CHAMPION… and the other will be carried out on a stretcher…” The crowd roars its approval again.

Lord_Darcy: I take a moment and look around the room, then continue. “Now folks, I know that some of you like a little… flutter… on the outcome of matches here at LLDFC… so, since the Darcy bookmakers are still taking bets… let me give you a little review of the form and the odds…” The crowd goes OOOH. “Let me start with…. CARLOTTA VALENZUELA… LA MEXICANA BOXEADORA… she is 5’3” tall and weighed in at 125lbs… now she may be a lightweight… but she is… FEISTY… and she is… TOUGH… a boxer by training, she has twice challenged for the LLDFC Women’s Bareknuckle Boxing title and given the… undefeated champion… SUKI SQUID… one hell of a fight on both occasions. And believe me, we all know how tough Suki is.” The crowd murmurs its agreement. “So, CARLOTTA, has taken up… NO HOLDS BARRED… and in the first round of this tournament she took out the… 190lbs veteran heavyweight… BUSTY BECKIE KEEGAN… in a brutal display of speed and punching power over size and brute strength…” The crowd lets out a weak cheer.

Lord_Darcy: “Now, before any of you think that maybe Busty Beckie is getting a bit old for these fights, let me tell you she still packs a big punch, and in her semi-final match CARLOTTA defeated an… up and coming… STAR… in women’s underground fighting…. none other than… the ever dangerous… MRS DEI SQUID… wife of Suki Squid…” The crowd lets out an OOOH. “And from personal experience I can tell you folks… Mrs Dei Squid is brutal and dangerous… and beating her is the reason that Darcy’s Bookmakers are offering odds of… 2-1 on Carlotta Valenzuela…” The crowd lets out a slightly bemused Ooh. “Now some of you may be thinking that Carlotta’s win to loss fight ratio of 39 to 51 doesn’t justify those odds… well folks, at Darcy’s Bookmakers we place the emphasis on… recent wins… and anyone who can KO Mrs Dei Squid has gotta be an odds-on favourite…”

Lord_Darcy: “And now to our second contender… THE VANCOUVER VIPER… GEORGIA ELLENWOOD… she stands 5’7” tall and weighed in at 147lbs and is a former heptathlete with an impressive win to loss fight record of 57 to 12… And, consequently, Darcy’s Bookmakers are offering odds of 3 – 1 on her.” The crowd lets out a bemused Huh. “In the first round of the tournament Georgia’s opponent was a… no show… but in her semi-final match she defeated a… FORMER LLDFC WOMENS NHB CHAMPION… none other than, my wife… LADY NICOLA DARCY…” I pause for a moment and glare at the crowd, who are clearly wondering if they should cheer or not. “Now folks, Lady Darcy is unable to be with us tonight, she is at home in Darcy Mansions recovering from a recent illness… nothing to do with the savage beating she received from Georgia of course… I am sure that we all know that Lady Darcy would… never bear a grudge… and she wants Georgia to know that she, Lady Darcy, hopes that, tonight, Georgia gets… the outcome she deserves…”

Lord_Darcy: “So, folks, that’s how we have got to this point… and I encourage you to get your bets on now… because during the fight the odds will be… dynamically priced…” The crowd groans, knowing that the house of Darcy always makes a winning on the odds. “In which case, let’s get started… you all know the rules for an LLDFC NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH… THERE AREN’T ANY RULES… It is a… FIGHT TO THE FINISH… WINNER BY KNOCKOUT…” The crowd cheers again. “Now… please welcome to the ring… our first fighter… LA MEXICANA BOXEADORA… CARLOTTA CONSUELA VALENZUELA DE REYES!!!!...”

Valenzuela: I do a little bit of a workout in the basement of my London flat before my fight at Lord and Lady Darcy’s Fight Club. My Mexican flag hung proudly on the wall. Nothing too strenuous, just enough to warmup before my fight.

Valenzuela: And now I’m here again in this small, dingy, no-frills changing room at the Fight Club. A place that doesn’t exist on any map, where the lights are too dim to see the blood on the floor until you’re standing in it. Tonight, I’m up against the type of woman I hate the most: blonde, taller, heavier; the poster child for a padded fight record and smug arrogance. A mujer I’m going to break apart, piece by piece. There’s no doubt in my mind. My second stands behind me, working my shoulders with rough, steady hands, loosening the knots that tighten when I think about her grin, her reach, her fake glamour. I sit here in my green briefs, red sports bra, white wrestling boots laced up tight.

Valenzuela: My hands are wrapped in crisp white gauze, fingers free to grip, claw, and crush when needed. I slide my white mouth guard between my teeth, the final ritual before the hunt. A knock rattles the dented door. One minute. Un minuto. That’s all the time left before Lord Darcy calls my name. Good. I’m ready to feel her bones under my knuckles. I hear the muffled roar, and my name barked through cheap speakers as I push through the door into the reek of stale beer and sweat. I strut down the aisle like I own every eye in this pit, stepping over spilled drinks, ignoring the slurred curses and hungry stares from both sides.

Valenzuela: Up the steps, onto the ring apron, one hand on the rope, one smooth slip through. I glide between the ropes and claim my corner. I bounce on the balls of my feet, shoulders loose, jaw tight around my guard. I can already imagine I can see her across the canvas, all height and blonde hair, thinking she’s already won. She doesn’t know what’s coming for her tonight.

Lord_Darcy: I watch Carlotta strutting out to the ring and ducking in through the ropes, she looks very focussed tonight bouncing on her toes, ready for the fight. I turn towards the backstage area and continue my announcements. “And now, please welcome to the ring… her opponent… THE VANCOUVER VIPER… GEORGIA ELLENWOOD!!!...”

Lord_Darcy: I turn and look towards the backstage area; the crowd turns and looks… and waits… nothing happens. I look around and everyone looks bemused, I signal to the timekeeper to go backstage, and they run down the aisle and back behind the curtain. I look over at Valenzuela and mutter something to her. Running back down the aisle the timekeeper returns and jumps up onto the apron. I head over to the timekeeper who whispers in my ear… “WHATT???...” I exclaim… the timekeeper shrugs their shoulders. I let out a LOUD SIGH and walk back to the middle of the ring… I raise the microphone… “Folks… it seems… (I shake my head disbelievingly) … that Georgia Ellenwood is… UNABLE TO BE HERE TONIGHT… and has forfeited.” The crowd lets out a HUGE CHORUS OF JEERS.

Lord_Darcy: I raise my arms and hands to quieten down the crowd… “Now settle down folks… because I’d like you to show your appreciation for… THE WOMAN WHO DID TURN UP FOR THE FIGHT… THE WOMAN WHO HAS FOUGHT TWO BLOODY BATTLES TO GET TO THIS MATCH… THE WOMAN WHO IS… YOUR NEW LORD & LADY DARCY’S FIGHT CLUB… WOMEN’S NO HOLDS BARRED CHAMPION… VALENZUELA!!!!!...” I turn and point at Valenzuela.

Valenzuela: After the stunning announcement, I don't hesitate. I march to the center of the ring with the swagger of someone who earned every drop of blood spilled to get here. My boots thud confidently against the mat, and the crowd parts their jeers with scattered cheers. I plant myself under the spotlight, my tanned, bruised body glistening with sweat and pride. With a slow inhale, I raise both fists high and flex into a powerful double bicep pose, my muscles tight, jaw clenched, and eyes daring. The expression on my face says everything that needs saying: “I showed up. I bled for this. And I’ll do it again for anyone who thinks they’ve got the guts to face me.” A wave of energy rolls through the arena. I hold the pose, soaking in the spotlight, the cheers, the resentment, the envy, all of it. The message is loud and clear. This championship wasn’t handed to me. It’s mine, and if anyone wants to take it, they’ll have to come through me to fucking take it!

Oh_Elle_No: I race through the streets toward the club, my a determined look on my face and in my eyes, my heart racing 100 miles a minute, both amped up for the match I am sure will be coming my way now, and also because I'm still running on adrenaline from what I have just done. As I drive like a maniac toward the venue, where I have won so many brutal matches in the past, I think back to where I have just came from, Georgia Ellenwood's house, and when I think of how I left her, bloody knocked out, tied to a chair, an evil smirk creeps across my pretty face as I whip my Lexxus into Lady D's private parking spot at the fight club, not caring at all that I took the boss's spot, I shut the car off, look at myself in the rear view mirror, then say to myself "Ok...let's go get my title back" and exit the car and rush into the back door of the club…

Oh_Elle_No: I know I'm cutting it close, as this was not something I had planned when the day started, but the more I thought about it, the more I hated the idea of another hot blonde wearing MY belt, the more I knew I needed to stop Georgia from getting that title shot. So, it was a last-minute decision to rush to her house and knock her the hell out in hopes of securing her place and a shot at the tile. As soon as I step into the back door of the club, I hear Val on the mic in the ring, and just as I had hoped, her ego drives her to issue an open challenge, rather than just taking the title and going home. I peel off my tight white tank top as I rush down the hall, wearing my black sports bra underneath, already wearing my skin tight black booty shorts, I kick off my shoes as I near the arena entrance, my blonde hair in a ponytail, I pause a split second to compose myself, take a deep breath, then explode out into the arena for all to see!

Oh_Elle_No: As soon as I appear at the top of the ramp the crowd reacts, shocked to see me after such a long absence, and they cheer wildly at first when they realize they will be getting to see a title match after all, but then as they slowly start to remember WHO I am, and HOW I was as champ, some start to boo me.....just like old times. I dive into the ring under the bottom rope and waste no time, not caring at all about exchanging verbal blows with you at this time, I'm ready to exchange actual blows, so as soon as I slide into the ring head first, I try to push up to my feet and continue forward, charging at you, lowering my shoulder, and trying to spear you in the midsection while the mic is still in your hands!

Lord_Darcy: My jaw drops as Picture Perfect Princess Elle runs down the aisle from backstage and dives into the ring... "What the hell??..." I squeal as she flies at Valenzuela... "Ring the bell... RING THE BELL!!!..." I yell as I head for the ropes to get out of the ring... "USUAL RULES... THERE AREN'T ANY... WINNER BY KNOCKOUT..." I squeal into the microphone as I climb out through the ropes...

Valenzuela: I’m minding my own fucking business, staring down the crowd, soaking in my hard-earned moment, and that’s when she shows up. Elle. Just the kind of opponent I can’t stand. Blonde, cocky, nineteen years old and already acting like she owns the place. She’s taller than me, but hell, at 5'3", who isn’t? I haven’t even had the belt for three minutes, and already some twig-thin upstart is strutting down the aisle, looking to snatch it from me. A skinny little toothpick of a wrestler stepping into my ring? I can’t help it, I laugh out loud, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade. I’m expecting the blonde bimbo to talk, to issue a challenge. 

Valenzuela: I hit her with my most condescending smirk. I start to say….. “Well, well… look what the cat just dragged into the ringggggggg…….” But you don’t stop, you keep coming towards me…..ugggggg…..suddenly your shoulder drives into my mid-section hard, DING! DING! DING! I hear the bell ringing…..what the fuck…..I gasp as you drive me back into the ropes, and I lower my right arm over your neck to try to trap you in a front face lock as you drive me backwards.

Oh_Elle_No: The bell sounds just as my shoulder rams hard into your solid stomach, sinking your abs in a bit as you gasp out and drop the mic as I drive my feet into the canvas and work you backwards into the ropes. You put your right arm around my neck as I do, getting me in a front face lock. As soon as I feel the ropes resisting behind you, I try to ball up my right fist and hammer it into your left lower back, about where your kidney should be, then I try for another, then another trying to get you to unwrap my head...

Valenzuela: I feel the top rope push into my back, and it bends deeply, Lord Darcy now getting a view of my magnificent glutes as he takes his seat directly behind in the audience. Ugggg.....ugggg.....ugggg....you hammer my kidneys with your right fist, and I gasp from the blows, but the angle is not good and these are not killer rabbit punches. it hurts, but not enough to make me release the face lock, and instead, as I keep you bent in front of me, I drive my right knee up towards your navel, and then again...trying to sink my knee deep inside your belly....."Gonna make you pay for stepping in here" I gasp.....

Oh_Elle_No: I land three shots in a row to your kidney, making you wince and grimace after each one, but from this position I can't muster enough strength to get much force behind them, allowing you to maintain the lock around my head and neck, then "OOOUUUUGGHFF!!" I grunt out as you ram your right knee up hard into my sexy belly now, lifting my bare feet off the mat a bit as I gasp out. Then you land another, SMACK "OOOUUUFFFFFF!" my cheeks puff out as you slam your knee into my belly again, making my knees wobble a bit as I gasp and groan, still bent over in your headlock, now trying to grip the backs of your legs and pull them toward me as I try to push forward with my shoulder in your stomach..

Valenzuela: "UUUGGHH!", your shoulder slams forward into my midsection, and I feel my body bend slightly over you. You’re pulling my legs forward now, hands clawing at the backs of my thighs, trying to drag my legs forward as you lean in, trying to destabilise me, and its working! I’m forced to spread my legs wide to keep from being flipped over you. As I plant my boots wide, knees bent, And still holding your head tight under my arm, I twist slightly and try to pivot us off the ropes, just enough to try to break your grasp on my legs and then I raise my right knee up again, aiming this time not for your navel, but slightly higher, trying to smack the tip of my knee under your ribs, hoping to knock some breath out of you and tame you down, get greater control

Oh_Elle_No: I clench my teeth and groan out as I try like hell to drive you over and pull your legs out from under you, but you are short, stocky, and when you widen your base it's clear I won't be toppling you like this. Then, you slow my roll way down as you ram your knee up again, this time viciously ramming it into my lower ribs "UUUFFFFFF!" and I grunt out deeply and instantly drop to one knee now, gasping in front of you...

Valenzuela: My right knee SLAMS in hard just under your ribs, lifting you off your feet and then dropping you to one knee. I'd have to drop lower to keep the front headlock on, so i just let you slide out of it. My body and arms becoming slick with sweat. I stare at you for a moment, raise my right hand like i'm gonna humiliate you with a face slap, but instead try a left snap kick towards your navel. I gasp out.....so fucking weak....

Oh_Elle_No: As I drop onto my knee, gasping, my head slips free from your headlock finally. Then you draw your hand back like you're going to slap me, and I raise my hands toward my head ready to block it when you instead swing your left foot up and "OOOUUGGHHFF!" slam it into my sexy belly, making me gasp out again as this time I fall forward with both arms crossed against my stomach, my forehead resting against the canvas...

Valenzuela: I give a sharp gasp as my foot impacts your navel, and you fold, droping onto the canvas with both arms crossed over your belly, forehead resting on the canvas. "Ah, what's wrong? Can't take it? Is the teenage wrasslin wonder gal already pooped out? All mouth?" I walk around to your side and raise my ride boot, intending to stomp it down hard between your shoulder blades.

Oh_Elle_No: You run your mouth now as you move around my body from one side to the other, knowing right where you are by the time you raise your foot beside me, and I try to roll hard to my right before you can drive it back down onto me...

Valenzuela: I smirk, enjoying working over this blonde chick, but my boot pounds into only the canvass as you roll sharply away from me. I feel a jolt up my leg as my boot smashes into the canvass. I give a frown as the few people in the audience that are fans cheer your escape. I hiss out "get up" and wiggle my fingers for you to bring it, if you can.

Oh_Elle_No: There is a BANG as your foot slams into the canvas rather than my body as I roll away. You shout at me to get up, and I intended to do so anyway as I push to all fours then to my feet, turning to face you as you wiggle your fingers at me like you're inviting me to lock up. My eyes narrow on yours as I raise my own arms and move toward you, not intending to look like I'm afraid, I lean in like I'm going to lock up collar and elbow with you, but instead at the last moment I try to drop down to one knee and fire a hard right fist hard and deep into your navel...

Valenzuela: I can't believe this skinny bitch wants to lockup with me, I’m more muscular and I’ll crush you. So, I prepare to lock up, but instead, you drop low to one knee and fire a hard right fist into my navel, using my belly button as a bull's eye and sinking your fist in deep. I drop to one knee as i gasp from the impact and try to reach my hands behind your neck for a Muay-Thai style clinch, but won't keep my right hand there long, as I try to slam a right hooking elbow into your jaw.

Oh_Elle_No: My fist connects and sinks deep into your strong stomach, this time it drops you to your knee in front of me, then you reach both your arms out for my head, and as you do, I try to beat you to the punch and swing my head forward aiming to slam it into your face with a headbutt..

Valenzuela: I try to drive an elbow into your jaw, but as I cock my elbow, you drive your head forward very fast, slamming your forehead into my nose.... I let out a little screech as the impact really hurts and my entire body snaps backwards. As I hit the canvass, I attempt to roll out to my right and across the ring, trying to get to my feet and recover, my lip covered with a few droplets of blood. "So, you wanna get rough?

Oh_Elle_No: My forehead smashes into your ugly face, rocking your head back with a CRACK and sending you down fully onto the canvas now. You promptly roll away, toward the ropes as I try to push to my feet and follow you, and as you near the edge of the ring, I try to raise my right leg up and stomp it hard back down between your shoulder blades to slow your roll...

Valenzuela: Your boot crashes down between my shoulder blades just as I start to rise WHUMP!!!!!!!!! I let out a tight grunt as my body flattens out under the force, my chest and cheek hitting the mat hard. The crowd roars, and I suck in a breath, blinking through the haze from that nasty headbutt. “Cheap shotting little brat…” I hiss under my breath, eyes narrowing as I plant my forearms to the mat. I start to push up again, slower this time, but as you stay on me, I twist my hips hard to the left, trying to scissor one of your legs between mine and trip you down with me. Whether I drag you or just buy a few seconds, I’m making sure you don’t get to strut around the ring for long.

Oh_Elle_No: The ring shakes as I stomp you down to the mat, just as you tried to do to me moments before. Under your breath, but loud enough for me to hear, you call me a little brat. You start to try to get up and as you do I reach for your hair "here let me help ya bitch" I say but before I can lock onto your hair, you twist your body and catch my left leg between yours, and twist "wwhhooaaa...Unnngghhf" I grunt out as you trip me down to the canvas beside you now, landing on my stomach and chest, and frantically trying then to crawl away..

Valenzuela: I feel your fingers claw for my hair, “Here, let me help ya, bitch”, but your mouth moves faster than your hands. I twist hard and catch your leg clean between mine, scissoring it tight, and yank. Your yelp is sweet music as your balance gives out, WHUD! and you hit the mat chest-first right beside me. I feel the canvas tremble with your fall. “Too slow,” I mutter, dragging in a breath as I push up to my forearms again. My nose dribbles blood, my back throbs from your stomp, but now we’re on even ground, and I’m not letting you slither away so easy. I lunge sideways, trying to throw my body half over yours to trap your upper back and hook my right arm around your neck.......trying to get a choke going. I aim to haul you back toward me, maybe even turn you belly-up with me under you if I can.

Oh_Elle_No: As I try to crawl away and put some space between us after you take me down, you stay on top of me, literally, and throw your body on top of my back "Unnghhff!" smashing me against the canvas under you as you snake your arm around and under my neck, pulling back and squeezing tight "UUNNNGGHHFFF!" I clench my teeth and moan out as you choke me and I start to make some gurgling sounds as you then roll me over so my back lays against your front and my chest and belly face the rafters, choking, abs stretched tight...

Valenzuela: I feel your body thrash underneath mine as I cinch the choke tighter, my arm tucked firm beneath your chin. Your gurgle shoots a ripple of heat down my spine; proof I’ve got it locked in right. You twist, but I stay with you, rolling smoothly, dragging you with me until your back is snug against my chest, as your stomach arches toward the rafters. “Shhh…” I hiss into your ear, breath hot against your neck, my nose bloodied but my grip like steel. “This is the part where you shut up.” I clamp down harder, my forearm pressing in as my biceps swell with effort, my tits getting pressed into my chest by your back. My boots dig into the canvas as I bridge slightly, trying to elevate my hips just enough to deepen the pressure on your throat. "I'm gonna knock you out blondie!"

Oh_Elle_No: You bend my body backwards sharply, forcing my amazing tits to thrust up into the air and my sexy stomach to stretch tight as you force it to arch up toward the ceiling, my back against your chest as you clinch the choke tighter now, making me gurgle and groan louder now, my pretty face turning bright red as my legs kick and flail wildly, my lung burning, and then you bridge up a bit, adding more and more pressure on my throat and my body starts to tremble, my hands desperately slapping at your strong forearm as it crushes my throat, squeezing it with your bicep. I let out a long, loud series of gurgling moans and groans "UUnngghhff gguugghhh...uuaanngghggglllhhh.....uurrrggghhhhh...." my sexy body thrashing against yours but becoming weaker and weaker...

Valenzuela: I feel you thrashing about on top of me, sweat trickles off my brow and down the sides of my face. My right arm aches from the pressure so i loosen my grip for a moment, letting you breathe and blood to flow, but then cruelly begin to reform the choke as I grab your hain with my left hand to pull back your head to slip my bicep tighter under your chin. Rather than trying to bridge, I bring the heels of my boots around to press them into your groin to try to keep you further dominated.

Oh_Elle_No: I struggle to get air into my lungs as you violently choke me as I lay trapped on top of you, your bicep now bulging and working up under my chin, crushing my throat still further as you now snake your thick legs around my middle and secure them both around my waist, locking your heels into my groin and keeping my legs spread apart, all while continuing to choke me, my face now turning from red to purple, my thrashing slowing way down as my arms and legs start to swing less and less wildly....

Valenzuela: I feel your body shudder and twitch above me, weak now, frantic but failing. My bicep pulses beneath your jaw, digging deeper into your windpipe as your desperate gurgles vibrate against my forearm like a dying engine. My arm feels wet as spittle dibbles from your mouth onto my arm, warm sticky spit. I smirk, sweat trickling off my temple. My voice is low, venomous against your ear. “Where’s all that mouth now, doll face? Maybe time to beg a little?” I give the choke another slow crank, arching my forearm tighter beneath your chin, feeling your jaw lift involuntarily as your head gets pried back into the crook of my elbow. My boots press harder into your groin, not for leverage anymore, just domination. My thighs flex, crushing your waist tighter between them, ribs compressing, lungs gasping, heart racing but going nowhere. “I want you awake when you lose,” I hiss, turning my head to the side as I watch your purple-tinged face start to glaze. “Feel every fucking second of it.” So, I ease up on the choke. Enough to keep you awake.

Oh_Elle_No: The more I gurgle and cough from your brutal choke the more saliva and spittle that works its way up onto my chin and chest, and you whisper in my ear now, your hot breath washing over me and making me shiver as you then crank back even harder on my throat, this time my glassy eyes actually squirt tears from the corners as I drool more and more out of my mouth. You flex your thighs and crush my sexy slim waist, which would make breathing difficult even on its own, but when combined with your crushing my throat with your arm as well, there's no chance. My ribs compress and bend inside me to their breaking point. I feel my head getting heavy, my mind a blur when you finally relent just a tad… keeping me on the edge of consciousness...

Valenzuela: Your tears streak down onto my arm, warm and pathetic, mixing with the drool already soaking my skin. I feel your desperation, your twitching body caught between panic and collapse, as my thighs stay clamped around your gut, like a vice that won’t let go. Your ribs press in tighter with every breath you fail to take, your belly rising and falling in shallow, panicked spasms. I loosen the choke just enough to let the air tease your throat, but not enough to give you a real breath. Just a taste. Enough to keep you dangling. “That’s it,” I whisper, mocking gently, “Breathe for me… yeah, take a little sip.” I chuckle, low and cold, brushing your damp hair back from your face with my free hand, to let the crowd see your expression as you suffer. Then I shift slightly beneath you, rolling my hips just enough to grind the heel of my boot deeper into your groin, sending a fresh indignation through your already folded body. My thighs tense again, muscles flaring as I give your waist another cruel squeeze. “Who’s the better fighter chica? Who is the true champ?” I jerk the choke tighter to remind you who owns your air. Now trying to KO you......

Oh_Elle_No: I can't process your words as you whisper evilly into my ear, my stomach and ribs on fire as is my neck and throat as you let me suck in just a tiny, cruel amount of oxygen as you taunt me, wiping my wet blonde hair away from my face, my anguished face on full display in front of the crowd as you adjust your legs around torso just so, the jerk and flex them again and this time CRUUUNCH "AAUAUUUNNNGGGGGHFFFF!" I shriek out as I feel my ribs pop and break, breaking under your strong thighs as my body jerks and tenses up and I let out a long, low, breathy moan and bloody saliva squirts from my mouth and onto my lips chin and slowly my moan fades to silence, my head rocking to one side and bloody drool seeps from the corner of my mouth..

Valenzuela: I feel your body go limp, like a fucking ragdoll, the way the fight drains out of you all at once, the way your breath fades into that eerie silence. The shudder in your frame slows… then stops. My thighs stay locked another heartbeat longer, just to make sure you ain't faking it. Then I exhale hard through my nose, blood still streaked across my upper lip. I release the choke. Your head flops forward first, then back as I slowly uncurl my legs from your waist, your slim body unmoving except for the gentle breaths you now take. I shift to the side, push up onto one elbow, and with a grunt of effort and a flick of disdain, I roll you off me. You flop onto your back, arms slack, legs splayed, your face a flushed, slack-mouthed wreck, blood, spit, and sweat all glistening under the lights. I rise slowly, cracking my neck as I get to my feet. I don't even look down right away. I just breathe… standing in the ring, arms loose at my sides, chest heaving, boots planted near your head. The crowd is roaring, shocked. Finally, I look down. “No one gonna take my title bitch.”

Lord_Darcy: I quickly move out of my ringside seat, leaving behind a flutter of £10 notes from the profits made from the bets on the fight, and slide into the ring under the bottom rope, standing in front of the triumphant Valenzuela... I hold out my hand... "Back off Valenzuela!... She's out cold... You've won!"... I take Valenzuela's right arm with my left hand and signal with my right hand for Elle to get some medical help... I raise Valenzuela's arm into the air and shout... "THE WINNER... BY KNOCKOUT... and the NEW... (I pause for a moment and then correct myself)... and... STILL.. the NEW... LORD & LADY DARCY'S FIGHT CLUB... WOMEN'S NO HOLDS BARRED CHAMPION.... VALENZUELA!!!!!..."

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