Underground Fight Club

**Shindy** · April 22nd, 2007, 04:48 AM

Rebecca Porter sat in the corner office of her 26-story building looking out over the city. At 33, she owned a multi-million dollar company, had part ownership of several others and was one of the most respected women in the business world. She had climbed the sheer face of the Matterhorn, competed in a dozen triathalons, and was unbelievably perfect physically. In fact, her soft blonde hair cascaded gently over her smooth shoulders, framing her perfect face and crystal blue-eyes. Her perfectly toned body was only contrasted by her massive, natural DD breasts. Although many women would consider large breasts a blessing, Rebecca?s had made her athletic endeavors somewhat more difficult?to run in a triathalon, for example, she actually had to tape them down and wrap them. In the business world, they were often an advantage though, as the men she dealt with couldn?t see beyond them and were often disarmed by her intrinsic beauty. She was never out of control, was an aggressive, confident woman, and always got what she wanted. One of the accomplishments she was most proud of (although also saddened by, because she loved him tremendously) was that she had literally fucked her 44 year-old husband to death. It was in the days before the risk of Viagra had been known, she was high and they had been on an all-night love making episode when in the middle of her ninth and his 4th orgasm, his eyes went wide, he gasped and then quite literally died inside of her. She was destroyed by this for several months but had since gone on with her life, dominating men in the bedroom as easily as she did in the boardroom. Her most recent escapade sexually had been a threesome with two young studs she had picked up in a nightclub. She had fucked them both to exhaustion and then, when neither could perform any longer, sent them home in her Towncar.

She was bored now though. She had accomplished so much and now she looked for a challenge that she had not conquered. Something that would be an adrenaline rush for her. It had taken months to find it, but she thought she may have finally succeeded. The website was still open on her personal laptop, she never went seeking anything out of the ordinary where anyone could accidentally find it. She knew that the website didn?t reflect reality, and so she decided to investigate before she committed to participating in any of the events mentioned. As with so many other things, she had extensively investigated what this underground movement was all about to be sure that she would be able to extricate herself from it, if necessary.

She pressed her intercom. ?Carla??

?Yes, Ms. Porter??

?Can you come in please??

Carla walked through the door. Rebecca smiled. She was SO hot. Rebecca had always made it a point to surround herself with equally distracting women so as not to be the focal point of too much gawking. Also to disarm any male contingencies from hostile business associates. Carla had long brunette curly hair, breasts easily as large as Rebecca?s and full lips painted with a dark brown lipstick. She had dark olive skin belying her latin heritage and legs that seemed to reach up to her neck. She was always meticulously dressed and accessorized and was, equally importantly, an outstanding assistant. At 24 y.o., Carla would be somebody in the company someday if she wanted to be. It didn?t hurt that was incredible in bed and that Rebecca and she also fucked on a regular basis.

?Can you get Paul on the phone, please, and ask him to be at my house at 11 pm tonight? And can you please ask Omar to bring the car around in twenty minutes? Do I have anything for the rest of the day??

?No Rebecca.? Carla was permitted to call her by her first name behind closed doors but from her desk and in front of others the relationship had to appear formal so as to maintain an appropriate level of decorum.

?Great, close out tomorrow also.?

Carla nodded.

?That?s it.? Rebecca dismissed her. Carla smiled, as she turned to head back for the door. She knew what was coming, she could tell what kind of mood her boss was in. Carla was about 6 steps from the locked door of the tremendous corner office when she was driven to the ground, her large breasts breaking her fall. Rebecca was strong, but so was Carla and the two tussled momentarily on the ground before Carla was able to roll over, mount Rebecca, and kiss her passionately. The love-making session was quick but intense and both women came hard.

Satisfied, Rebecca met her driver downstairs, arranged to see Carla over the weekend after she had evaluated her new endeavor, and prepared for her adventure that evening.

Paul, her bodyguard, met her that evening as planned. He was in simple attire, a good looking man of reasonable build, but a dangerous man as Rebecca had witnessed during her interview process. He was fiercely loyal and outstandingly alert, very good at his job. Rebecca was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, with little make up and no jewelry. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Omar was waiting for them. She told him where to go. When she gave him the address, he looked back in the rear-view mirror incredulously.

The warehouse district was seedy and sometimes dangerous which is why Rebecca had arranged for Paul to come with her. She wasn?t certain what the place she was going to would be like and she didn?t want to be caught off guard. In order to seem as normal as possible, Rebecca gave Paul 300 dollars in cash so that he could pay for anything. The area around the warehouse that she was looking for had tons of cars around it, but was poorly lit. Although some people milled about, there were very few outside. A dull bass thudding could be heard?no actually, felt, through the walls as they walked up to the entrance. A massive human being stood at the door.

He looked at them both intently. ?Fifty dollar cover for tonight.? He said, which they paid. He then patted them both down thoroughly. Paul did not routinely carry a gun, so there was no problem.

The big man let them in and another individual was there to walk them into the building. The music and the crowd noise quickly became evident. Rebecca could feel herself getting excited. Paul had no idea where they were going nor did he care. They walked up to a cage. The person that had escorted them opened the cage and Rebecca noted yet another metal detector. She and Paul walked through. A woman in a bustier and hot pants greeted them. She was very attractive in a skanky sort-of way. Her breasts were huge implants, climbing out of the sequined top.

?Would you like a drink??

Paul asked for a club soda, Rebecca for a vodka with a beer chaser. The woman turned around and said something into a microphone and then opened a door in front of them. Suddenly, they were thrust into the circus that Rebecca had been expecting. The warehouse had been converted. It was hot, with lights and neon flashing and a huge crowd. To the left was a neon ?XXX? which was surrounded by a massive crowd, to the right was another sign which read ?RULES? which had an equally large crowd and straight ahead was a mass of people standing around a bright red sign which red ?CAGE?. There was yet another person to greet them, and she brought them to a bank-teller type of counter. There was another scantily-clad woman behind the counter. The noise was incredible, but somehow, Rebecca could hear her. She handed Rebecca the drinks they had ordered. Rebecca slammed the vodka and chased it immediately. ?You?ll have to pay for the rest,? the woman said, ?Only the first one?s on the cover. Are either you here to compete??

?Yes? Rebecca yelled over the crowd.

?You or your boyfriend?? asked the woman.

?Me.? Shouted Rebecca.

?Style?? asked the woman.

?What?? Rebecca replied.

?What ring?? asked the woman, apparently repeating the question in a different manner.

?I?m not sure what you?re asking me.? Rebecca yelled again.

?What type of fight are you interested in?? The woman asked for a third time.

?Oh!? Rebecca responded, finally understanding. She looked at the three neon signs. She had already decided but thought for a moment anyway. ?Cage.? She screamed. Behind her, Paul shook his head.

?Do you have an opponent, or do you need one?? the woman asked.

?I need one.? Rebecca replied.

?Fill this out.? The woman replied, and passed a sheet of paper under the glass with a pen. The questions were simple: age, height, weight, measurements, do you workout, how many times a week, do you consider yourself strong or weak, are you athletic, do you like pain, have you ever competed here before, have you ever fought before.

Rebecca completed the form and the woman reviewed, nodding her head. ?That?s five hundred dollars.? She said. Rebecca gave her a credit card and then the woman gave her a beeper. ?When this buzzes, come back up here and I?ll tell you what to do next.? Rebecca nodded, and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck bristle with excitement.

?About how long do I have before I fight?? Rebecca asked. The woman looked at another piece of paper. ?There are four fights in the cage ahead of you. Each fight plus the cleanup time takes about twenty or thirty minutes or so, that means you have about an hour and a half. I?ll page you about ten minutes before your fight.

Rebecca looked around. She had expected to see a lot of disgusting men and low class people, gang fighters and stuff but instead she found a huge number of young, college-dressed and high-powered business types. She suddenly became worried she would see someone she knew or that recognized her. She was incredibly curious and knew that she had to ?check out? the cage before she fought in it, but first she couldn?t help but see what was going on in the ?XXX? area. On the walls and above, scenes from Fight Club and other fighting movies played all over. She got to a tiered viewing area for the XXX and was somewhat surprised by what she saw.

Two couples, completely naked were in the middle of a canvas pad. The two women were on their hands and knees, facing one another, and intermittently they would kiss or get up on their knees and fondle breasts or rub their shaved crotches. They were both being simultaneously fucked from behind by two men. The men and the women were all gorgeous. For some reason, Rebecca had expected that. The rest was along the lines of what she was expecting. She leaned over to a young woman, not much older than 25 or 30 and said, ?I?m sort-of new to this, can you tell me what?s up?!?

The woman started to talk while not taking her eyes off of the ring. ?This is triple X! Competitors battle sexually in this ring. It can be couples, man versus woman, man versus man or woman versus woman! They fight to submission, like the other two rings! Right now, this is couples, so it?s like this: Johnny Checkers, that big black guy with the washboard abs, is fucking the snot out of that little brunette chick, whose name I think is Krista! I think she?s come like twenty times, and you can see the makeup running down her face from the tears because, his cock is like, massive!? she continued. ?Johnny?s girlfriend, or wife, or whatever is that black girl with the amazing body whose facing Krista. Krista?s partner, whatever his name is, is trying to fuck Treena to submission, but I think he came once and I?m not sure if he can keep up. Meanwhile, Treena and Krista have been working each other over too. I?ve never seen Johnny and Treena lose?I?ve got 5 grand riding on them. They beat me and my boyfriend the one time we battled them! Man, I?ve never felt a cock that big in my life.!!?

While we were talking the little brunette had fallen onto her face and chest, ass up and Johnny had started spanking her Rebecca could hear her chirping with each thrust and on occasion Rebecca could see his massive cock as it poked in and out of her. Rebecca could hear the brunette?s boyfriend screaming words of encouragement to his woman, but unfortunately it was too late. A loud wail escaped Krista?s mouth and she slammed the mat three times. A woman in a referee-striped bikini ran up and tapped Johnny off. Treena pulled herself off of the boyfriend and raised her arms as she went up to Johnny and kissed him. Several people went over to a counter that Rebecca hadn?t noticed and began collecting money. A few other people came out and cleaned the canvas. Rebecca realized how excited she was, she felt how wet she was and saw her nipples almost poking through her thin t-shirt. She decided she would see what the cage was like. She got to a seat with a view somewhere near what she thought was the end of a fight. Here Rebecca was truly stunned. The cage did not surprise her, typical cage. The canvas didn?t surprise her. The blood she saw and the damage to the two fighters didn?t surprise her. What surprised her was that the two fighters could have been models or high-end actresses, rather than the burly, tattooed, dyke-looking women she had expected. One of the women was battered and losing badly. Rebecca subsequently found out that this pair of fighters had a history and had each won one fight with the other. She would never have guessed it with the lopsidedness of the particular battle. She also found out that only women were allowed to fight in the ?no holds barred? cage because of fear of men being able to beat one another to death.

The next two fights did not disappoint her, and although the women varied in size and shape, they were all fit, attractive and surprisingly unlike what she expected. The fighting was brutal and competitive though, the exact adrenaline rush she was looking for. A tremendous roar came up from the crowd at the XXX ring just as the third fight began in the cage.

She couldn?t help but go and see what was happening. She climbed up one of the platforms. In the center of the XXX area two young women were struggling with one another rolling around and each actually appeared to be fighting a bit. Also in the ring were two stunned looking men, fully erect, looking helpless.

?What happened?? Rebecca asked a man next to her.

?Ashley and Ron were fighting Denise and Kevin. There?s some bad blood between Denise and Ashley and as they started fucking, Denise and Ashley engaged one another a bit and then suddenly Denise tweaked Ashley?s nipple really hard and Ashley smacked Denise in the face and then they broke free of the men and started sixty-nining each other.?

It was then that Rebecca realized that Ashley was the young woman who had just oriented her. It was clear from the current situation that she was dominating her opponent who was moaning and bucking wildly. There were clearly rules here that Rebecca didn?t understand, but she certainly was getting a thrill from watching. She watched as Ashley buried her head in Denise?s crotch as she stayed on top of her on her hands and knees, bringing her ass up and her crotch away from Denise?s mouth. Denise, from the bottom position, tried to roll Ashley or pull her back down. She was moaning uncontrollably. Ashley widened her legs for a better position and suddenly the man that Rebecca was fairly confident was Kevin moved in a thrust his cock into her exposed sex. Ashley squealed, clearly not expecting it and arched up and away from Denise?s tormented pussy. The veins in Ashley?s neck stood out as Kevin hoisted her up mounted on his cock and began fucking her in the air. Her well-endowed chest shook violently. Ron moved quickly to mount Denise and the fight was on in earnest again.

Rebecca was engrossed in the back and forth of the sex fight in front of her when her beeper went off. It was time for her fight.

Rebecca was dying to know the outcome of her fight, but knew she that she had to go get checked in for her own fight. Her acquaintance Ashley was in trouble when she left.

When she got to the counter, the woman there asked her if she still wanted to compete and then informed her that her opponent preferred to fight naked. She asked Rebecca if she would be willing to fight naked. After several moments of thought, Rebecca decided it would be fine. ?Okay.? She said.

Rebecca was given instructions about where to go and what do. It was about 5 minutes later that she was standing in the cage, naked, her tattoo on her right shoulder the only thing covering her skin essentially. She wore her hair back in a tight ponytail and her pubic hair was completely shaved. Her opponent entered the ring, and Rebecca was pleased at her competition.

The woman?s name was Julie. She was about Rebecca?s height, but she was Asian. She was very fit with washboard abs and huge breasts. Rebecca was fairly certain that they were implants. Rebecca was now feeling her heart pound as she realized she was up against an identical person: a beautiful, high-powered, competitive woman. The gate closed behind Julie. The buzzer rang.

The fight began.

To be continued.

**Catwacher** · April 22nd, 2007, 05:12 AM

And we're OFF! [img]cool.gif[/img]

I have a feeling we are witnessing the start of another Shindy Classic!

GREAT start and I eagerly await the next part!

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