Death in the Ring

[Abbyfan]

Taking a page out of Mike's book, here's a re-post I hope readers enjoy.

Death in the Ring

by Abbyfan

Along with my girlfriend Mandy, my buddy Steve and his girl Meryl went to the ever-more-popular, and totally illegal Underground Fight Club recently, and witnessed the folowing: We pick up the action with the second bout on the program:

There was a raucous full house at the Underground Fight Club. Word of mouth had spread quickly. Management, thrilled, had added an entire bank of seats , installed a new audio system, and was planning to run a second weekly program. From our second row seats, Mandy and I, and Meryl and Steve were finishing our first beers of the evening when the second pair of fighters entered the ring. Two very large "30-something" men, about equal in height and size, faced each other in standard boxing attire. Jerry, in red trunks, was quite a specimen; muscular chest....thick forearms...defined abs...huge biceps, and very little neck! He was much more impressive than Carl. Carl wore white trunks, and while powerful looking in his own right, didn't quite match Jerry in physical appearance, especially in the belly, where he looked a bit soft. Mandy found the men's fights difficult to watch, while Meryl, as always, was totally into it. It was Steve's first time at the Club. He was looking forward to having a great time.

"Carl's gonna get beat" Meryl announced.

"How do you know?" asked Steve.

"Just look!" Meryl declared. "He's soft in the gut".

"$20 says you're wrong." Steve offered.

"You're ON!"

For four rounds both boxers held nothing back...it was quite a slugfest. Face...head...ribs...gut......all were hit by the fists of both men. Blood from both faces started flowing early in round two .... fine mists of both blood and sweat jumped into the air in response to landed blows. Mandy couldn't more than "peek" at the action. Meryl 'oohed' and 'aaahed' as each punch connected, barely staying in her seat. Both fighters were knocked down in the fourth round, but Jerry's was more impressive, flooring Carl with a massive hook to the side of the head. As round 5 began, Carl started to tire. His punches had lost some of their steam. A jab to the nose from Jerry stunned him, and a massive uppercut to the solar plexus stopped him in his tracks. Another shot to the belly had him in more trouble, and as he bent over just slightly, Jerry's crushing right hand to the chin sent him down for the count.

"Pay up, Steve, 20 bucks, CASH!" Meryl screamed, as she elbowed him playfully in the shoulder. "Tighten up that GUT, Carl, unless you wanna keep getting knocked on your ass!" She shouted, elated, as both boxers left the ring.

"Gimme a chance to get even." Said Steve.

"You mean give you chance to lose another $20, don't you?" Meryl replied, giggling. "No problem! On one of the girls' matches, okay?" Steve laughed and nodded his head.

The next bout was tame and dull compared to the first. Both men were slow and cautious, each "playing defense". Meryl was losing patience, exhorting both to be more agressive. "C'mon Blue, (she called these two by the color of their boxing trunks)...bust his belly! "C'mon Blackie, get in there and PUNCH!" Her pleading had little effect. The boring match ending with the only real "action' of the entire fight, when Blue landed two solid fists to Blackie's eyes, closing one of them, and causing a surprising amount of blood to flow. His sight compromised, Blackie fell after 4 or 5 more shots caught him in the face and head, one breaking his nose, which bled profusely, staining the canvas and his boxing trunks.

I came back from the concession stand with four more beers, just in time to see two young women climb into the ring. According to the ring announcer, this was the first bout for both. Irene had light brown hair and very pale skin. She was of medium height and weight, with an average, unremarkable build, and a very plain face. Melissa was of similar height, size, and body type, maybe a little slimmer, with slightly darker skin and hair, and sharp facial features. Both put on protective head-gear after the introductions. They wore high-waisted, knee-length boxing trunks, and bulky sports bras, leaving only a thin strip of mid-section exposed. To be blunt, these women were pathetic. They had no business being in the ring. Neither had any idea of what she was doing. Boos cascaded from the crowd as they danced around each other, swingin their fists wildly, (hardly any connecting), pushing and grabbing and clutching each other clumsily for three rounds. Irene's plan of 'attack' included attempts at clubbing the top of Melissa's head with downward swipes of her boxing gloves! Melissa's only 'strategy' (when they were in one of their endless clinches) was to try to ram her knee into Irene's belly. As the boos intensified after round three, the club manager entered the ring, declared a "draw" and sent the women back to their dressing rooms.

As he tried to quiet the unhappy spectators, Meryl shouted, "What kinda shit was THAT?.....damn...I could take both of them out at the SAME TIME..." Someone sreamed above the noise, "If you're so tough, lady, how come YOU ain't in the ring?" Meryl, who has never backed down from ANY challenge, shouted back that she'd get into "any ring with any woman, anytime, anywhere..."

The club manager eventually regained control. "I know you are disappointed with the last contest. So am I. But please settle down...I PROMISE you, you will enjoy our next fight, the finale of the evening..... Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from an exotic land somewhere in the South Seas, Maya...the BELLY DANCER!" The crowd grew quiet and then began applauding as Maya entered the ring in a typical belly dancer's costume. The applause grew much louder as an extremely attractive young woman of medium height and skin the color of very light coffee, started shimmying around the ring! Maya smiled to the spectators and removed her costume, eventually standing, arms raised in the center of the ring, in a red thong bikini bottom. She was lovely! Her broad, pretty face had soft features, and was surrounded by long, dark hair. Her body was the cliche "sight for sore eyes". Her breasts were simply astonishing; large, firm globes that stood straight out from her chest, seemingly defying the law of gravity, with very dark, large areolas and prominant nipples. Her full-fleshed belly, nicely rounded, was centered by a deep oval navel. Her softly curved hips and solid, smooth, tapering thighs were a joy to look at.

The manager raised his arms again to quiet the audience. "And now please welcome, from sunny California, CHEERLEADER.....BELINDA!!!" A wonderfully pretty, fair-skinned girl with dirty blond hair, Belinda strode into the ring to a loud, enthusiastic response from the crowd, wearing a 2-piece cheerleading costume... a light blue half-top, below which the curves of the lower portions of her breasts were visible...and a pleated, hip-hugging micro-skirt. After acknowledging the crowd, she took off her skirt and top and took a "victory" pose in a tiny light blue thong!. Taller and slimmer than Maya, she had a wonderful all-over tan. Her large pear-shaped breasts, with tiny up-raised nipples, pointed slightly outward, and were bobbing delightfully as she continued to prance around the ring, waving to the crowd. The long vertical slit of her navel centered a smooth, slender, delightfully feminine belly. She had slim hips, long, perfect thighs, and a lovely ass, tight and round. I'd have bet there wasn't a limp dick in the crowd....I know mine wasn't. I also didn't care whether Maya was really a belly dancer from the South Seas, or whether Belinda was actually from California. I'm sure nobody else gave a damn either.

"Here's your chance to lose another $20, Steve" Meryl said. "Who are you betting on?"

In a millisecond Steve chose Maya. ''It's gotta be the belly dancer" he said, "her body is .....is....unbelievable..... (he stammered)..... and she looks... stronger". "You just LOST AGAIN, buddy" Let's bet more!" Meryl shouted. Steve declined to raise the stakes.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Our final exhibition on tonight's card will DELIGHT you!" Belinda versus Maya in a KICK-BOXING BODY FIGHT!!!" The response from the spectators, including the 4 of us, especially Meryl, was deafening. Mandy perked up and was smiling broadly as he continued. "You will witness quite a demonstration of kick-boxing skill...fists, feet and knees..all legal weapons. The women will be barefoot, and fight bare-fisted." His announcement drew louder cheers from the paying customers. "But, he continued, these fabulous women wish to maintain their beautiful faces, and management agrees....There will be NO blows to the head, face, or neck. Girl's.....good luck...and begin!"


Both young women began cautiously. Belinda directed tentative fists towards Maya's wonderful breasts, landing one effective blow flush on a nipple, her fist making a deep indentation in the breast's roundness. Maya's first kick took Belinda in her smooth upper thigh. Maya aimed some punches at Belinda's belly, but none landed. The first real damaging blow was scored by the cheerleader. While Maya was defending her breasts from Belinda's fists, the blond snapped off a kick, digging the heel of her right foot solidly into the softness of Maya's full, rounded belly, just below its deep, oval navel. "OUUUFFF" was Maya's response as she bent double clutching her soft tummy. Pressing her advantage, the taller blond pulled Maya's grasping hands away from her body and buried a fist in the brunette's belly. When Maya doubled up again, Belinda sent two uppercuts into the belly dancer's exposed, dangling breasts, and then launched another uppercut, ramming it home midway between Maya's navel and thong, deep into her beautiful belly!

Maya was hurt! But the Californian got a little cocky from this early success, and wasn't paying enough attention, as from her doubled-over position, Maya sent a fist of her own straight at the vertical slit of the blond's navel. It landed with a loud THUMP! Belinda clutched her belly and took a knee to her right breast and a kick on her right hip. Maya's next blow was un uppercut that ripped into the soft underside of Belinda's plump left breast, causing it to bounce and flop on chest. The cheerleader cried out and backed up against the ropes. She found Maya's smooth right thigh with a painful kick, but it didn't slow the brunette down. Maya's fists continued to assault the blond woman's gorgeous breasts, and as the cheerleader leaned back, trying to keep her tits out of harm's way, the young, attractive brunette buried the heel of her right foot in Belinda's soft, totally exposed belly! "OOOUUUUGGGHHH"....Belinda folded up and went 'bug-eyed', gasping loudly as she tried to suck air back into her empty lungs.

Maya kept her on the ropes, and grabbed her shoulder to keep her from doubling over. She fired more damaging punches into the blond girl's belly and ribs, and hurt Belinda's breasts with short, stabbing punches, scoring bulls-eyes on each nipple. Belinda's breasts were pummeled with at least a half dozen solid fists. Her solar plexus, half way between her breastbone and her navel, was also hit several times. She tried to counter with a breast-busting fist of her own, but it landed only weakly. Her next punch was blocked easily, as Maya seemed to have her at her mercy. The lovely belly dancer kept on the attack, sinking her fists into her opponent's ribs, soft breasts and softer gut. Belinda clutched her tits, then clawed at her belly, then grabbed her breasts again, her face twisted in pain. She kicked out with her right foot, but managed only a glancing blow to Maya's hip. With her hands still holding her battered breasts, Belinda's soft belly was wide open yet again, an invitation that Maya was eager to accept. Bringing her arm back as far as she could, and swinging it with all the force she could muster, Maya buried her bare-knuckled fist into the cheerleader's belly, three inches below her navel, the fist disappearing into soft, tanned flesh. "AAUUUGGGHHHH!!!!!..... Belinda folded and fell in a fetal position, gasping, her face turned a deep crimson, straining but unable to suck in any air at all! Maya picked up the hurting blond, and forced her back against the ropes, and then turned to the crowd with upraised arms, asking for cheers, and getting them! At this point, to the surprise, and sheer delight of those of us in the stands, she started to dance!! The audience went completely and collectively out of its mind!!!! She rolled and bobbed her seductive, rounded belly and shimmied her hips and arms. Then she got down on her haunches, spread her legs wide, leaned back and gyrated some more!! She had the crowd (no one more than me) completely insane!!! But she had allowed Belinda precious time to finally get some oxygen back into her body, some time to recover. Belinda got to her feet unseen, approached Maya, and kicked out!.....WHUMMP!!... her entire foot, from heel to toe, sank into the pillow-like softness of Maya's belly! .....OOUUFFFGGGHHH....Belinda kicked her twice more, once in the ribs, and another into her upper thigh. Maya doubled up and curled up with her knees to her chest, desperate to protect the vulnerable front of her body.

Belinda approached the fallen belly dancer, and reached downto grab her by her flowing dark hair. Suddenly Maya rolled onto her back and kicked her right leg straight up into the air. Whether it was pure luck or calculated skill, The blond cheerleader paid a terrible price.
"AAIIIEEYYYEEEE" Screeched the stricken blond, as Maya's foot lashed upwards between her sleek, parted thighs and crashed into her cunt, crushing her clit and labia against her pubic bone. As she clutched herself and fell, Maya drove her knee up into Belinda's big left breast, then another knee smashed into her ribs. Belinda caught Maya's next punch full in the belly, two inches below her navel, and another blow found the blond just above her thong. Belinda went "AAUUGGGHH" and doubled over again. The belly dancer then kneed Belinda in her left breast, crushing it flat against her ribs, causing yet another croaking yelp of pain to leap out of the blond's mouth, and a trickle of blood to seep from her nipple. It looked like the blond was all but finished! Another fist plunged wrist-deep into the cheerleaders's guts, just above her navel......"uuoooggghhhhhh", cried the blond. But Belinda showed unbelievable courage, and an amazing threshhold of pain, and somehow battled back. As Maya moved in too closely, Belinda brought up her knee with surprising power. The belly dancer caught it with her soft gut. Then Belinda unloaded a solid punch right to the solar plexus that absolutely stunneded Maya!!! The Californian's fists slammed into the brunette's full breasts. She continued to attack Maya by planting a knee in her soft tummy, punishing the belly dancer's guts. Each woman's blows were powerful and effective. Cries of distress, gasps, moans, and grunts of pain... 'uugghh'... 'oouff'...'augghh'...'aeegghh'... were mixed with the sounds of fists, feet and knees thumping into lovely female bodies. It went on and on ...... Belinda buried her fist into the soft, gentle swell of Maya's belly....then smashed her right breast against her rib cage with a beautiful snap-kick.....stunned, Maya grabbed her wounded breast...and was pounded again in the guts, as the blond's right foot got her just above the tiny red thong.... Maya rallied with a shot to the ribs, and brutal front kick that sank deep into the blond's belly penetrating through her weakened abdominal muscles and into her guts that those abs were now totally unable to protect. Both women were obviously badly hurt as the first round ended. The cheers and roars from the spectators for these two warriors were deafening.

In their corners between rounds, leaning back against against the ropes, both women gently caressed their bodies, trying to ease the immense pain they were feeling.

The wildly enthusiastic crowd was not disappointed in round two. The young women approached each other slowly, breasts and bellies still heaving, trying to refill their lungs with precious oxygen. Maya appeared the more tired of the two, her breathing seemed to be more labored than the blond's, but she kept moving towards Belinda, firing away with fists and feet. Belinda must have taken notice of her best, and certainly most important blow...that beautiful punch to the solar plexus that stopped Maya cold when it appeared that the brunette had the fight just about won. She patiently looked for an opening while Maya kept throwing kicks and punches. Belinda backed up against the ropes in a defensive posture, and was able to block most of the brunette's attack. Using a twisting motion, she was able to catch most of Maya's blows with her shoulders, upper arms, and hips. Maya kicked her leg out, aiming for Belinda's belly, but her foot was caught by the blond. Belinda held her leg up and before Maya could figure out what to do, launched a kick that CRUSHED the belly dancer's thong-clad cunt !! Maya's shriek could have waked the dead ! She collapsed in a pitiful, sobbing, shuddering heap.

Belinda presed her advantage and yanked the brunette up by her hair. As the belly dancer stood up on wobbly legs, she reached up to try to remove Belinda's grip on her hair. This left her entire body exposed. Belinda smashed her with two beautiful kicks, catching her first in the ribcage, and then full and deep in the solar plexus, just under her breastbone! The brunette's mouth opened wide, but all that came out was a barely audible gasp. Belinda's next kick blasted the ribs just below her left breast. Maya crumpled to the mat clutching her stomach and ribs, in complete shock, unable to breathe. Belinda picked her up by her shoulders, threw her against the ropes, and kneed her in three more times the ribs. Holding Maya against the ropes she began to alternate punches; a jab to the ribs, then an uppercut into the gentle curve of her belly, just below the navel. She stood at Maya's side and put her left arm around Maya's shoulders, effectively pinning her arms. She then sent a left knee into the small of the brunette's back, causing her body to arch. In numbing pain, with her arms trapped against her sides, and her lungs all but empty, the beautiful, coffee-skinned woman was helpless. Belinda rifled more punishing blows to her ribs, then used Maya's large nipples as target practice, burying her fists into the brunette's heavy breasts. She then lowered her aim, and buried 9 or 10 more uppercuts deep into the soft mound of Maya's belly!! From just above her navel to her thong, Maya's sweet belly was violated by the cheerleader's small, rock-hard fists. Maya was out on her feet, but the blond wouldn't let her fall! Maya's eyes were closed, her arms were limp at hers sides, her legs wobbled like jelly, and her head hung with her chin on her chest. But Belinda continued to fire punch after punch into her ribs, her solar plexus, her navel, and her belly.

Maya was well beyond feeling any pain as Belinda continued to savage her! She finally let her collapse to the mat, long after the belly dancer had lapsed into unconsciousness. Many in the crowd had become frantic......the fight should be stopped!!....where was the manager? Belinda had become some kind of sadistic madwoman...something not human... I don't know why I just sat in my seat...why I did nothing to help this poor young woman. I will never forgive myself. Meryl, once ecstatic over each and every one of Belinda's organ-crushing belly punches, was horrified, screaming and pleading for Belinda to stop. Tears began to roll down Mandy's cheeks long before the blond rolled Maya onto her back and stomped on her chest. Before Belinda could stomp her again, the manager finally rushed into the ring with two other men who kept Belinda in a corner while he went to attend to the prone, unconscious dancer. In a panic he took out his cell phone.

What the manager saw made him sick. She was motionless. Blood was starting to pour out of her vagina. Her ruined guts and internal sex organs had begun to bleed into her abdominal cavity sometime well before Belinda's sickening final assault. More blood began streaming out of her mouth, nose and ears, testimony to lungs punctured and lacerated by splintered ribs.........It was all was too late........ the manager...... the stretcher...... the doctor...... the ambulance.....the audience......my friends and I.......the hospital...........all too late....much too late.....Maya did not survive the emergency surgery that was performed in a futile attempt to save her young life.

The Underground Fight Club was soon shuttered by the police. The manager and his few employees were arrested and will face a variety of charges. I don't know what became of Belinda. But I will always wonder how it made her feel? What was it like knowing that you had punched a beautiful young woman to death?

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[Ted Mark]

Bravo,... such tales of foolish courage inspires me to ejaculations like "Bravo!" and "Hoo-rah!".

I am an Abbyfan Man Fan. [img]graemlins/devil.gif[/img]

[MikeJV]

Good story! *applauds*

MikeJV

[Abbyfan]

Ted and Mike:

Thanks guys !!

Your kind words are very much appreciated.....

Abbyfan