The shirtless boy is circling inward, stalking her, sneering at the cute little blonde, but the little blonde is eye-fucking him right back, fearless, putting her fists up and circling inward matching his bare feet with her bare feet step for step in the hot dry dirt outside the deserted factory. He is wearing a pair of gray work trousers that are loose, the pants of a poor working boy, and she is perhaps from a slightly a better off family, maybe somebody in the house has a job, for she's wearing white jeans and a fashionable black-knit long-sleeve sweater. Both of the young kids have their fists up in front of them now, hard white bare knuckles shining in the hot noon sunlight. Her long pale blonde hair flows all the way down over her shoulders and his shorter fine brown hair is plastered to his head with sweat. Both of their eyes are full of fire, their brows furrowed with concentration and their lips set hard with determination. This fight is going without any rounds until one of them is knocked down and beaten into the ground, a fight to the finish with their fists! Her small breasts are rising and falling as she takes several deep careful breaths. She sees he has looked at her breasts and, then with a cruel smile, looked her right in the eye. There would be no sexual shyness in this fight between a boy and a girl. Neither her breasts or his testicles are likely to escape being the target of furious young fists. The girl has been training now for 2 months with her older brothers, and the boy’s sweat covered, finely muscled, torso doesn't intimidate her at all. She is here for One Thing Only - THE FIGHT!
The boy and girl are here today without any ‘seconds’ or ‘referee’. THE FIGHT will go until the Winner, not the Loser, has had enough. They both nod and as if a pistol had been fired, THE HANDSOME BOY AND PRETTY GIRL EXPLODE TOGETHER IN A PERFECT STORM OF BARE-FISTED, NO-HOLDS-BARRED ‘MALE ON FEMALE’ COMBAT SUCH AS HASN'T BEEN SEEN SINCE THE BRUTAL PANKRATION MATCHES OF THE ANCIENT ROMAN ARENA. Ah ha! The First Blood has been drawn! Already I can hear Gods of War cheering up on Olympus.
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Jab! the girl’s right fist shot into the air in front of the boy’s face as the boy pushed up his fists into a cover up as he began to bob. But in lightning succession a half-dozen jabs made him pull away and drop looking for a break to hurl himself into a clinch where he could use his powerful torso to ram lower body and take it to the ground.
A jab tapped his sweating forehead so he began to plant him self in place and turn as the young blonde girl began circling him, pattering him with light jabs just powerful enough to sting and distract him. And...
The boy exploded into action, swarmed into the shit storm, battering her on her legs like a car shuddering over rail-road trestles, bobbing and weaving looking for the other girl’s rib-cage with savage uppercuts that glanced off left and right as the limber taller girl slipped away from side to side, her jabs turning into heartless hammers on the sides of his head and ribs,.
FUCK HER! The boy lunged forward, throwing all his momentum into a left uppercut intended to snap one of her floating rib and bring the other child’s blazing guard down when… WHAM!
Wham! A left cross to his right temple dropped the boy to his knees, thwack! The skinny blonde’s left knee shot up at his chin - a shot his crossed forearms bare blocked, but the momentum pitched him onto his naked back in the dirt.
Now the girl, (not even cracking a smile for that first taste of victory), danced agilely around the boy, forcing the boy to press his shoulders into the dirt and kick away at the standing blonde. The boy wrenched himself painfully around in a circle in the gravelly, dried mud and rubble, but the girl kept him pinned down, trying to rattle his confidence.
And boy, did the boy knew it! But, twisting to the side to roll to his feet would leave his flank exposed with no effective counter attack!
Suddenly the sweating, panting boy slowed just a second to gasp a raspy lungful of air, and the girl was instantly dropping down onto him, raining down a punishing ground and pound.
Instinctively, the boy curled, and fired his bare feet into the girl’s naked chest, driving his hard heels into her small breasts HARD, hurtling her backward, staggering on her own bare feet. Taking three back steps for balance, peeling up and tearing away her sweat drenched tee-shirt in disgust, the now, naked to the waist, blonde girl charging forward again. But this adjustment on her part had given the boy the moment he needed to desperately roll, scramble back onto his feet and get his fucking fists back up in front his faces and her hunched up his wet shoulders and get back into the rhythm of dancing with his footwork.
But no reprieve! The skinny blonde bitch-kitty instantly waded forward. Her jabs were fully powered now, carrying the momentum from her hips through her strong shoulders and along her arms out to her hard white fists!. Importantly, she was sprinkled a bewildering both cross and upper cut combinations into the lethal mix she was pitching like shit at him. Every punch she delivered had two sisters riding its slipstream. She had gotten GOOD.
Undaunted but shuddering as he took her blows on his shoulders and the backs of his forearms, the boy staggered back a few steps. But the girl’s relentless assault, coming in wave after wave, gave the boy snapshots of her exposed ribs and abs so the boy was suddenly back in his harsh natural street-fight element, a merciless macho in-fight of brawling upper cuts and crosses.
Surge, counter-surge, surge, counter-surge, the two naked-to-the-waist battling young teens bore down on each other in a violent tidal crescendo of battle. Soon both the boy’s and the girl’s faces were purpling masks of hammered cheeks, ragged beaten lips splattering blood over their naked chests, smacked jaws swinging drool out to the side away from each punch, blinking their squinting eyes thanks to a steady stream of eye-stinging sweat. Shockingly, both his brown eyes and her blue eyes were already egging shut.
The boy fixed his good right eye on the girl’s wet blonde head, and went for it with a right hook, but the young girl side-stepped, absorbed only half the blow on the side of her pretty face, and counter punched with a left upper cut to his jaw, crossing the boy’s eyes and spinning him around. The boy dropped to his knees, panting, wet ash-brown hair wrapped like seaweed around his face, crossing his arms over his head defensively.
OOOF! The little bitch landed on the boy’s back, slamming his torso tummy-down into the dirt, wrapping her bare arms around the boy’s head, and yanking back so hard his neck almost snapped. Instantly realizing his mortal danger his street-smart instincts snapping the boy into what he called “The Space”, a place of absolute mental focus in the middle of a shit-storm of brutal violence. The boy drove his left arm up between the girl’s crossed arms and her throat, grabbing her by the neck, and with his right arm he reached back and grabbed the girl’s left thigh, WANKED AND TWISTED, twisting his wet head down and out of the girl’s strangle hold as he pitched the girl over his back so the girl slammed onto her back in the broken glass and rusty nail littered dirt.
The little blonde’s pretty face twisted in agony and fury as she got to her knees, yanking nails and shards of glass out of her back and ribs,sweat and blood streaming down her flanks. But doing so, she turned her back three-quarters of the way away from him. Yes!
The boy raged upward to his bare feet like a sounding whale dragging a kraken up from the sea’s black depths, and scrambling to her as she glanced back, seeing her danger, and straddling the girl’s waist, threw his left forearm murderously down across the girl’s throat, falling back onto his ass, instantly shutting off her air supply! Spreading his blue-jeaned legs wide to maintain his dominance, the boy employed his right fist to begin savagely pounding away at the girl’s face and head with close-up machine-like bare-knuckle punches. Instantly her cute nose was pulped and her full red lips torn to shreds on her grimacing teeth.
Keeping her cool, even as she began to black out, brains starved for air, skull-case concussed brutally from the hammering on the maddened boy’s fists, the blonde twisted and thrashed her legs, trying to get a leg outside of the boy’s spread. She covered her head with one arm and yanked at the choking arm with the other. She bucked and bucked, but arching her back to relieve the lock on her slender white throat was a brutal drain on her dwindling energy.
In a fit of desperation driven inspiration, the fighting girl clenched both of her fists and drove her thumbs shrieked in agony, dropping his elbows to his ribs, releasing the girl, who gasping, slithered free and scrambling to to her bare feet, wheezing and sweating, backpedalling away to buy time, her bloody face a swollen and dark red mask of animal rage.
Still roaring, the boy sprang up, and exploded forward, plowing into the slender blonde girl like a line-backer, driving her backward across the jagged rubble. But she back-stepped even faster, breaking free and raged forward, using her extra three inches of hight to drive his head and shoulders down with her hard white fists, fists raining hell onto his wet head and shoulders. Roaring, the boy, his face also a bloody mask of prehistoric rage, raged upward and forward with a hail-storm of hard white fists, up-close-and-personal, machine-cannon firing a hate-filled barrage of steel fists into her wet breasts and lower ribs.
Blood spewing from her torn mouth and nostrils after a surprise combination to his face, the boy just shook his head, eyes almost swollen completely shut, and, on instinct alone launched a full body cross to the lower right side of the girl’s ribs, that even over the roar of their hammering hearts both could hear the sharp, quick snap of the floating rib on the rib just above it. Eyes scrunched up in searing agony, lips pulled al the way back over her teeth, the girl dropped her left fist just for a heartbeat.
But in that heartbeat the boy lunged up and crossed with left cross to her temple that crossed the girl’s eyes.
Fluidly the boy rocked back and undulated forward with a right uppercut that straitened the skinny girl up onto her toes, and followed through with a flurry of rights and lefts that only served to snap the already cross-eyed and K.O.ed blonde girl’s head back and forth as her dead weight dropped her to the ground!
Exultant, the boy roared and raised his blood fists in sky over his bloody head, wet bruised rib-cage heaving, gasping like a beached fish and grinning like a fool.
Panting, and bleeding and sweating like a pig, the boy wiped his face with the back of his have with satisfaction and worked on pulling down his jeans.
Nobody got killed. Somebody got lucky. In Russia that’s considered a Good Thing!
Last edited by Ted Mark; July 31st, 2014 at 06:44 AM.
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