United Combat Federation

Lara_Catgirl: I open the message and read it just once. No hesitation. I type and accept straight away. The thrill is already there before I even know who my opponent is. The blood. The raw violence. The knowledge that no one will intervene here. It turns me on. And the money… that makes it even better. Hours later, I’m standing in the cage. The floor is sticky, the air thick and warm. The crowd is already roaring as the barred door slams shut behind me and I wait eagerly for my opponent.

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Dina_Fighter: I was curious to know what I was being paid 500 euros for. Fighting naked. OK, that’s doable for that amount. I was supposed to step in for someone else who’d pulled out. Now I’m really nervous. I’ve got my bandages on and I’ve taken my clothes off. I don’t know my opponent yet, but she’s supposed to be in the same weight class. With my hand wraps on, I head into the cage. The door opens, and I walk through. There stands my opponent. A few centimetres taller, but slimmer. Athletic. Well, we’re about to face off. Let’s get it over with and give it our all.

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Lara_Catgirl: My body is as tense as a taut string. Every muscle feels hard. My shoulders are hunched, my neck stiff. There’s a dull, throbbing ache in my thighs, as if they already know they’re about to explode. My hands, wrapped in bandages, are half-clenched into fists; my fingers are trembling ever so slightly – not with fear, but from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My bare skin feels hypersensitive. The cool air in the cage brushes against my chest, stomach and thighs, giving me a slight tingle. At the same time, everything feels hot. A dull throb sits deep in my lower abdomen, a mixture of nervousness and that dark, exhilarating tingle triggered by the violence and the thrill within me. My breathing becomes shallower. My chest rises and falls faster. My heart is beating so hard that I can feel it right up in my throat.

Dina_Fighter: It’s a very intense moment. I look at my opponent. She’s very athletic, and probably very agile. I’ll have to rely on my skills to hold my own. I can feel the atmosphere around us, the way the spectators are sizing us up, some of them whispering and murmuring to one another. They seem to be exchanging impressions. I try to hide my nervousness and bounce up and down a bit. It’s hot in the cage. The floor is a bit slippery. – The door closes. We’re now alone in the cage. I feel a bit queasy, but the adrenaline is stronger. It’s about to start, and then it’ll be a real fight for victory or defeat.

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Lara_Catgirl: The air in the cage is thick and hot. Every breath tastes of metal, sweat and tension. The spectators outside have suddenly grown quieter – not silent, but full of anticipation. All you can hear now is that faint, restless murmur, the clicking of mobile phones, the soft crackling of plastic cups. Everyone is staring in. At us. At two naked bodies about to pounce on each other. The heat weighs heavily on my skin. You’re standing three metres in front of me, barely moving. Only your shoulders rise and fall calmly. The bandages on my hands suddenly feel tight. Every muscle is tense, ready, and yet at the same time everything is trembling ever so slightly. That queasy feeling sits deep in my stomach – but over it lies this dark, hot tingling. The thrill. The knowledge that everything is about to explode.

Dina_Fighter: The tension is almost unbearable. I shift from one foot to the other. Then, someone outside the cage shouts: “Go!” I react immediately. I raise my guard and take a step forward. Don’t give away any space – take it instead. I take a deep breath, my face hidden behind my fists. I move to the side first, around you.

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Lara_Catgirl: “Go!” The shout hits me like an electric shock. Instantly, I raise my guard, take a step forward, claim the space. Take a deep breath. Hide my face behind my fists. I move sideways, circling around you, keeping my distance and trying to read your movements.

Dina_Fighter: I’m still being cautious. As we close in on each other, I land a single blow on your guard. A test. And a way of checking just how much distance there is between us. We circle each other, dancing lightly. I’m breathing quickly. Spectators are shouting from outside, trying to spur us on. I’m focusing entirely on your fists.

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Lara_Catgirl: I block the hook with my forearm. The impact hits my bone hard, and the pain flashes briefly. Immediately, I throw two quick feint jabs at your guard. Left, right – just for show, just to draw your hands up and your attention upwards. At the same moment, I swing my right leg up and try to kick your left knee from the side with all my might.

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Dina_Fighter: I parry your punches; you’re not really putting much into them yet. But then I spot the kick – too late. The kick hits my knee. It hurts briefly; I take a step back. I keep my fists up. I move to the side again and continue to circle you.

Lara_Catgirl: I can feel the punch land. Your leg buckles, you stagger, and for a brief moment your guard is down. Adrenaline surges through me. I follow up immediately. With a quick step forward, I land a hard right cross straight onto your jaw. Straight after that, I drive a left hook deep into your side, right under your ribs, where it’s bound to hurt.

Dina_Fighter: I just manage to dodge the punch aimed at my face and block it, but your hook to my side hits me. Because I’m so tense, I don’t really feel the pain, but I stagger to one side. I immediately jump back three steps, take a deep breath and try to regain control. With my fists out in front of me, I pause briefly, then move sideways again to avoid being attacked straight away.

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Lara_Catgirl: You just manage to dodge my punch to your face and block it, but my hook lands in your side. I see you buckle to one side. The pain is there, even if the tension dulls it. You immediately leap three steps backwards, take a deep breath, and try to regain control. Fists forward, a brief pause, then a sideways movement. At that very moment, I explode. I leap forward and attack you aggressively. A right kick to your thigh. Immediately followed by left punches to your hip. Right again, higher, towards your ribs. A hard left kick to your knee. I keep up the pressure. No respite. Every kick comes fast and hard, bare feet against bare skin and muscle. I don’t want to let you catch your breath. I want to push you back, throw you off balance.

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Dina_Fighter: AAaaaaaaaaii - I let out a brief cry of pain and surprise. I try to fight back, lashing out wildly to keep you at bay, then trying to block you defensively again. I have to step back. I try to hold you at bay by stretching my arms out in front of me. Then I dodge to the side again. I defend myself, looking for an opportunity to strike back.

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Lara_Catgirl: I can see the pain and surprise on your face as I keep attacking. You’re lashing out wildly, trying to keep me at bay, blocking, stepping back. Your arms out in front, sidestepping – all defensive moves. You’re looking for an opening. But I’ve got you figured out. As you dodge to the side again, I’m already there. My front kick lands hard and precisely in your stomach. You audibly gasp for air. Your body is flung backwards, your back slamming against the cage wall. The bars clang. I follow straight behind you, staying close. “Bloody hell, are you going to run away or fight?” I snap at you.

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Dina_Fighter: Urrghhhh - I stumble into the cage and can barely stay on my feet. I quickly pull myself together and raise my guard. I summon all my strength and anger, straighten up and lash out wildly at you as you close in. I lunge forward and land a few hooks to your face and upper body.

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Lara_Catgirl: I can see you mustering all your strength and anger, straightening up and lashing out wildly at me as I close in. You lunge forward, hammering hooks at my face and upper body. One lands squarely. Pain explodes in my nose. Warm blood immediately runs down my lips and chin. For a moment, black spots dance before my eyes. But I don’t stop. I lunge forwards with my knee raised and ram it hard into your stomach. The air escapes from you once more. At the same moment, I press you against the bars with my forearm, aiming for your throat, intent on pinning you there and increasing the pressure, whilst standing close to you and, just like in Muay Thai, driving my knees into your hips and thighs, left and right.

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Dina_Fighter: Arrrghhhhh I fall against the bars and you press me against them with your elbow on my throat, which irritates me. Your knees hit me in the side, but I focus all my energy on trying to get your elbow out of my face. In a fit of rage, I strike your face with one hand, whilst pushing your elbow away with the other. I see your bleeding nose, which gives me even more energy.

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Lara_Catgirl: I press you against the wall with my elbow against your neck; you struggle wildly. My knees pound into your side, but you fight back with everything you’ve got. Furiously, you lash out at my face with one hand, whilst with the other you push my elbow away. Your gaze falls on my bleeding nose – and I can see how it spurs you on even more. The moment you strike, hitting me hard in the face and sending my blood spurting into your face, I counter-attack. I jerk my head forwards and slam my forehead hard right into the middle of your face. The impact is dull and brutal. At the same time, I swing my knee up and try to ram it brutally between your legs. I spit a mixture of saliva and blood straight into your eyes.

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Dina_Fighter: Aaaahhh - Your headbutt hits my nose and now my nose is bleeding too. I can hardly feel it, though, because of the adrenaline. I try to control your arms and push them aside, then I grab your breasts roughly and squeeze, trying to push you away and break free from this position. I try to turn away from the bars and free myself.

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Lara_Catgirl: You grab my breasts roughly and squeeze them; I cry out in pain as you try to pull away from the bars. I let myself be pushed backwards briefly, using your momentum. One of my hands shoots into your hair and grabs hold tightly, whilst the other clings to your arm. I spin round with you, using the momentum from your own movement to yank you over my hip and try to throw you to the floor.

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Dina_Fighter: Ufff - I fall to the floor, but immediately pull myself up again and get down on my knees. I’m breathing heavily, but manage to get my bearings. I try to regain my bearings, turn towards you and raise my fists in a defensive stance as I slowly stand up.

Lara_Catgirl: You fall to the floor, but immediately get back up and drop to your knees. I don’t give you a moment’s respite. My hand shoots into your hair, grips you tightly and pushes your head down. Then I mercilessly and brutally ram my knee into your face three times. Every blow lands with a thud. Your blood splatters onto my thigh. I’m in the zone now. Like a huntress who’s got a taste for blood. I drop you onto the floor – and fall straight after you. One knee lands heavily on your breasts, the other smashes into your face. I press myself down, using all my weight, determined to pin you there.

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Dina_Fighter: Arghhhhh - I lose control and feel a series of heavy blows against my body, and then realise that I’m lying on my back on the floor.

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Lara_Catgirl: I swing my leg over you and sit down in the mount position, straddling you. My blood drips from my nose straight onto your face. I press my right knee down onto your left arm, holding your right arm firmly pinned to the floor with my left hand. My hard nipples, smeared with blood, are right above you. Then, like a fury, I slam my elbow down into your face again and again from above. Right. Left. Right. Hard. Relentless. “Well, what’s the matter… you slut”… my elbow slams into your face again. “Do you like that? Are you enjoying it?” I scream in your face, then sit up and press both my knees down on your arms, alternately pounding my fists down into your face whilst my bum presses against your tits and your nipples.

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Dina_Fighter: Arrghhhhhh - You’ve pinned me to the floor and I can’t free my arms. I’m still trying to move my legs. With my last ounce of strength, I’m throwing my head from side to side, trying to dodge the blows. My face is covered in blood.

Lara_Catgirl: You’re still kicking with your legs, throwing your head from side to side with your last ounce of strength, trying to dodge the blows. Your face is covered in blood. Then you land a light blow on me. Immediately, I grab hold of your hair, spit in your face and ride lightly over your breasts whilst lifting your head. Then I slam it against the ring floor again and again. Once. Twice. Three times. Hard. Controlled. Merciless. “Stop kicking!” I hiss, out of breath, blood and saliva dripping from me onto you. “Are you giving in, you stupid slut?” I sit on top of you, in a position of dominance, and look down at you.

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Dina_Fighter: The weight of your body on my chest makes it hard to breathe, but apart from that, I’ve lost all sense of where I am. My head hits the floor several times. I feel light-headed and can only react vaguely. With my last ounce of strength, I try to free my arms.

Lara_Catgirl: Your head has hit the floor several times. You’re feeling dizzy; you can only react vaguely and are trying, with your last ounce of strength, to free your arms. I slide higher up. My knees are pressing your arms hard and firmly into the floor. The crowd is going wild. My naked body is splattered with blood – yours and mine. They’re cheering me on. I want to end it now. You haven’t given up. So I punch you hard and deliberately in the face. My thighs press against your cheeks and hold your head in place, whilst my shins rest on your arms. I beat you hard and mercilessly – you’re lying half-unconscious beneath me, but I’m not stopping yet. I keep on punching. My fists keep slamming into your face. You’ve already got a few cuts – above your eyebrow, on your lip, on your cheek. Your face is swollen, your eyes puffy and glowing in every colour: blue, violet, dark red. The rest is smeared with blood, a wet, sticky mask of blood and sweat. “Give up,” I gasp, and strike again. “Come on… show me you’re still there.” Another hard blow. Your head lolls to one side. Blood spatters. I hold your head firmly between my thighs and keep hammering away until my arms are on fire and the crowd outside is just roaring and raging. I’m sitting on top of you, breathing heavily and looking dominant, my hands on my thighs, gazing out into the audience.

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Dina_Fighter: urghhhhhh - My face keeps getting hit. “Stop,” I try to say, “stop.” My arms are numb, my legs won’t respond. I’m completely dazed and keep trying to force the word “stop” out of myself...

Lara_Catgirl: The crowd goes wild. I stand up, grab you by the hair and drag you across the greasy floor to the cage door. Your body is heavy, limp and covered in blood. I lift you up, holding you by a tuft of hair so that the spectators can see you. They cheer loudly. Someone throws some ropes at me. I catch her and tie you to the outside of the cage – arms and legs spread wide, tied tight, to the amusement of the crowd. Your swollen, bloodied face hangs forward, your eyes swollen shut, your body naked and helplessly on display. I take a step back, breathing heavily, and wipe the blood from my face. “There she hangs,” I shout hoarsely to the spectators. “The loser.” The roar grows even louder.

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(Just to mention: Both fighters went well after the fight)