Eva and Dave Part 3

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Eva gives Dave very specific directions regarding where to meet. She wants somewhere private - somewhere they won't be interrupted, or seen, or have anything spoil their fun. The directions she has text to him lead you down a few dark streets and alleyways in the dirtier, rougher area of downtown, past a few good whore corners and around behind a dive known for its gang-related bar fights. The more you walk, the more crazy you assume she must be for choosing a spot so... well, dangerous. And crazy she is, but she knows Dave is exactly the same.

The location is actually around the back of an old-looking building next to a pub with boarded up windows. There are some wet cement steps leading down a storey to an old door with rusted hinges and more locks than should even be necessary. The locks are all open, though turned ever so slightly so that they appear, from ground level, still tight. Dave will have no problem pushing the door open and re-closing it. Inside, as per her text, is a long dark corridor, and you have to use your cell-phone to light up the way, looking for the door with the DANGER: ASBESTOS sign to deter anyone who might come snooping, and push it open.

Inside is not the dank little closet you are expecting. The room is large with medium artificial light and a few bleachers lining all four walls. The floor is dirty and wet, and the entire room stinks of stale beer. The ceiling is higher than one would imagine and all of the walls, floor and roof are thoroughly sound-proofed. In the centre of the room is a beaten-looking, yet extremely sturdy, wrestling ring, with elasticated ropes stringing the four corners together and dried blood on the solid floor. It's quite obviously a common site for underground fighting matches.

Eva is stood to one side of the ring, leaning on the corner post, with what looks like a boxing glove between her long, thin yet strong fingers. The fact that she's already wrapped her own hands in white strips of fabric proves that she isn't interested in wearing the glove - more studying it.

"Hey asshole," she says upon hearing your footsteps, without looking up, yet a grin tugs at the far corner of her mouth. She'll give him a few moments to marvel at how she found the place.

Dave looks around the place as he walks in nodding in satisfaction.
"Not bad loser, no one to hear your screams" he grins at her in anticipation as he begins peeling off the sweat suit he's wearing putting it all in a bag that he's carrying he also removes his shoes and socks, untill all he's wearing is a pair of boxer shorts in a red and gold satin material.

"How'd you find this place anyways? he asks as he begins to tape up his hands.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, he's enjoyed the last few months with Eva training with her, hanging out together, and fucking her brains out at every oppurtunity, but he knows this is what they've both been waiting for.

Eva leans on one of the ropes, finally surveying him, and drops the glove over the side. Probably has fucking herpes in it or something, anyway.

She isn't sure she wants to admit exactly HOW she found the place. A few weeks ago, her favourite uncle was visiting and had been talking with her father about some extremely weird, WEIRD things when they assumed she was out and she had snuck home. It sounded like the telly for a while, and Eva had been totally confused. They'd been talking about DEMONS and shit hunting her uncle Robby, and although she wanted to storm down and ask what the hell they were talking about, instead she had followed her uncle to a meeting in this very place. Masquerading as an underground fighting ring, which was masquerading as an empty warehouse, seemed to be the meetingplace of a bunch of crazy fuckers who were convinced vampires and demons and shit were real - and apparently, her uncle was one of them.

"I just knew the place. Drank here before. Watched a guy get beat to death, it was pretty hot."

"Really?" says Dave "Hmmm you know I've been considering trying out for the MMA, coach thinks I just have to work more on my ground game." he gets the sense that there was something she's not telling him. But he's gotten to know her pretty good lately, and knows that she likes to keep things to herself.

He begins to limber up in the corner stretching while he's watching her, "So this is it then we go into one of us gives up, or can't fight any longer." he says. He can't wait yet he knows somehow this prefight is as important as the real thing.
"No rules just the two of us, no one to stop it." he asks.

"You're cool with me kicking you in the nuts then?" she asks with a cruel grin and a laugh, though it's obvious she won't actually do it unless she needs to. Heh.

You do what you got to do Eva I plan to leave you a wreck on the floor myself." he finishes taping his hands and tosses the tape in his bag, and climbs into the ring oppisite her.
"I don't think we need rules, and I don't want you saying that the only reason I beat you is because of this or that rule."

Eva lifts an eyebrow, making a mental note to protect her face. "Uh huh. Well, that sounds good to me. Just make sure you protect your fucking junk." She grins. "Mister MMA fighter, heh."

Dave looks at Eva seriously "You bring anything, bandages pills anything I got a first aid kit in my bag." he tells her he knows that one or both of them could get seriously hurt during this.

Eva nods, serious all of a sudden. "Yeah, I'm not fucking stupid. There's bandages and pills and shit in my bag, I got my cell phone and the cross-street outside written on the bar over there, and there's some ice packs in the fridge behind the bar."

Dave walks into the middle of the ring, "Neither of us are particularily smart Eva or else we would'nt be here right now." he says "Look just so you know I don't have any grudges this is just something I need to do. Nobody even knows that I'm seeing you today. So what ever happens..."he finishes with just a shrug, an acceptance of what's to come. He gestures for her to join him in the middle of the ring.

Eva takes a slow breath, bare feet bringing her face to face with him. Her body is steeled, ready for the pain. Large blue eyes are narrowed ever so slightly, her muscles wiry and tense after limbering up. She goes toe to toe with him and looks at him seriously. Lust and rage and determination washes over her and she exhales slowly.

"Ready?"

Dave nods and they both step back he knows that the logical thing would be to start slow try to feel her out, let her make a mistake.
'Yes he thinks to himself draw her out let her bring the fight to him' he knows that she's impatient and is all about the attack. He lnows that she's been working oh her strength, and even though he's been working on his speed, she's still faster. Yes the logical thing is to let her come to him exhaust that speed, and eventually tire herself out.
But then he looks at the predator across from him and his desire to hurt her and be hurt by her is intoxicating, his eyes all but burst into flames Fuck logic he thinks. Then he stops thinking and like a savage beast he charges to close with his opponent.

Eva has been training with him, watching him, for long enough that she knows how he attacks, and she knows how best to avoid it. She side-steps, fluidly swinging her body around so that she winds up behind him. One leg extends as she puts her weight on a single foot and she kicks him hard in the lower back with a grunt, forcing him forward using his own momentum. "Fuckin' terrible. Try again."

Instead of trying to recover Dave continues his forward momentum and hits the ropes at full speed bouncing off to come at Eva with even more momentum his feet barely even touch the ground as he tackles her across the chest with a growl. Sending both of them down to the ground where he lunges for her.

He manages to land on top of her partially pinning her to the ground, he's using mainly wrestling trying to control her. While still firing of the odd punch to her side, not really powerful blows. It's like trying to ride a wild horse though as Eva slithers and kicks trying to get free.

"Is this any better Bitch?" he snarls as he gets a couple of good shots in.

Eva grunts with each shot, more than happy to take the dirty route of wrapping a hand in his hair and yanking back as hard as she fucking can. Slender limbs squirm and slide between them before she's able to hook one leg around his neck and wrench him to the side, her strength mostly in her lower body, and she manages to wrestle free and roll on top of him, tangling her other leg around his. her bare thigh presses hard against his groin as she leans into him, fighting with his arms, trying to keep his fists away from her as she slams a solid punch into his cheek, knocking his head to the side.

The feel of Eva on his groin causes Dave's arousal to begin, as does her fist to side of his head. He spits a bit of blood he's cut inside his mouth. The whole fight is begining to turn him on.
He grabs Evas hair and pulls her head down, and smashes his forehead into hers, as she reels back his fist finds her jaw and her momentary distraction lets him roll her over, he gets to his knees her legs still wrapped around his waist. In a parody of there sometime violent lovemaking there groins still attached he hammers a few solid blows into her side.

Eva can't help it; her hips rock up into his with every blow, despite crying out. She's almost... letting him hit her, just for the buzz of it, but the animal in her wants to attack, and she takes no more abuse. She launches herself forward on top of him, sinking her teeth into his shoulder and driving him backward, her knee pelting him hard in the crotch, slamming the breath out of him. While he recovers she stands, giving him just a few seconds before delivering a solid round-kick to the side of his head.

Dave almost comes when he feels her teeth sink into him, there is a primal urge to mate with this woman, but first he knows he has to conquer her the kick comes almost out of know where, while he's still trying to shake the cobwebs from his head, he barely manages to catch it on his shoulder. As he stumbles into the ropes. He gets quickly righted again using the ropes to set himself. He closes his fists.

"Lets do this right Eva" he grins like a wolf while inviting this she-wolf to come and duke it out toe to toe.

"Do it right?" Eva can taste blood, but doesn't spit yet. She's grinning insanely. "I thought you said no fucking rules?"

"No rules cunt I just want to pound the shit out of you." says Dave he walks circles you feeling you out his shorts are still tented with his erection.
"It'll be just like fucking you, me pounding you moaning."

"I hope you can hold your load fighting better'n you can fucking," she says with that same crazy bitch grin, moving to counteract his circles, remaining facing him and not too backed up to the ropes at all times.

"Poor baby," she drawls, and makes a move for him again, fists flying.

Dave is more than willing to mix it up with her, they clash fists flying back and forth. Eva is still faster, and she's stronger than the last time they fought. But Dave is faster too, and he's hungry for the pain every time one of Eva?s fist crash into him it's like a bolt of electricity.

Dave lands a good shot at her mouth, and is rewarded with her spitting blood, and a punch in the eye that opens him up, fortunately it's at the corner and the blood runs down his face not covering his eyes.

They pound on each other for a good five minutes before breaking apart and resuming the circling as they look at the damage each had inflicted on the other.

"So" Dave asks breathing heavily ?was it good for you?"

Eva is fighting to wrest back the pants, trying to steady her breathing. She's twisted her left ankle and her mouth keeps filling with warm, coppery fluid. She wipes her mouth and glares at him, but there's lust in her eyes still.

"Beautiful," she mutters back, cautious on her ankle. The cut on the side of his face only arouses her more and she throbs inwardly for him. it's distracting, but it drives her to fight harder, so it's a bit of a double edged sword. She isn't wearing a bra, and... speaking of distractions... she pulls her midriff shirt up over her head and tosses it out of the ring, perky and free in front of him. "I'm a bit hot though."

Dave's eyes are fixed on the half naked bloodied and battered woman in front of him, her tits are marked from his punches but her hardened nipples are as obvious a sign of her excitement as his bulging shorts. He knows that she's just trying to distract him. He smiles and decides to even the playing field.

He pulls of his boxers leaving his erect member swinging free. He looks at her a challenge in his eyes.? Your move."

Eva stares, blinking for a moment, before grinning. "Very nice. I've seen it before though." Not that that changes anything. She fights the urge to bite her lip and drops her shorts, but leaves her black thong on. She kicks her shorts away and cracks her knuckles. "Gonna strip your skin off or we done here?"

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Like two ancient gods the two clash once more, they erupt into a battle of epic proportions as they come together again. This time not content with just punching they throw elbows knees, and everything else at each other. They dance around the center of the ring neither one of them willing to give any ground. It's not long before they're both covered in blood and sweat.

It's inevitable that one of them slips it's hard to say which one since they both go down together. They roll over and over legs grapevined together. Eva’s nipples are tracing lines of fire wherever they touch Dave's flesh, and his erection is pressed up against her stomach and panted crotch.

Eva rolls with him, pummeling and biting and kneeing and scratching wherever she can until lines of crimson criss-cross all over his stomach, arms and chest. She slams her head into his and winds up on top, slamming her fists into his face and chest again and again. "Any time... you wanna give up..."

Dave returns the blows punching her in the face and tits every opportunity he grabs her head pulling her down to him, but instead of the head butt she's expecting he bites her hard and deep where her neck and shoulder meet. Drawing blood he locks the two of them together chest to chest, throwing the odd punch but mostly just trying to savage her with his teeth.

The bite causes her to SCREAM, and through lack of blood she's already starting to feel weak, but she pushes herself further. Her hands slam into him to drive him back, before she lands a few more kicks and punches, forcing him onto his feet and throwing him back against the ropes. She's there to keep him from rebounding, slamming her elbow into his gut and head butting him again, aiming to break his nose.

Dave meets Eva’s head but with a fist to the face catches her and rolls over backing her against the ropes. As they punch, bite, kick, scratch and generally do there best to destroy one another reversing over and over on the ropes.

But even there ferocity can't last forever they have been fighting full tilt for nearly 30 minutes, they are both exhausted, Once more they slip on the blood, and sweat covered floors sending them both to the mat they lay side by side breathing heavily trying to get air into there lungs, Finally Dave begins to move using the ropes he begins to get back to his feet.

Eva claws at the ground, lifting up her head. Blood is matting her hair to her forehead and cheeks as she gets onto her knees, shaking violently from exhaustion and pain. She groans and pulls herself up, surveying the damage she's done. She's NEVER hurt this much; her chest is swollen and puffy and bruised, and slick with blood. Her eyes are both black and there's blood covering her face. She glares at him for a moment, hoping he'll attack first so that she doesn't need to move as far.

"Give up...?"

Dave is a mess One eye is swollen completely closed and the side of his face is caked in blood, he's covered in bruises and scratches even his dick has deflated down to half mast. He's positive that his nose is broken, and his left knee is barely supporting his weight.

He hears the wistfulness in Eva’s voice as she asks him and shakes his head.
He wearily beckons her forward. "Let's finish...this" He knows one way or another this will be there last clash. He limps towards her.

Eva waits for him, more than willing to do so, and when he comes close weakly throws her body at him. She clashes into him, arms over his shoulders to support her on the blood-slick floor of the ring, and immediately locks them hard around his throat, clenching her biceps on his windpipe as hard as she can.

Dave’s hands find themselves around Eva’s throat, they stumble around like that for a few minutes until crashing back to the mat still not releasing there hold they roll over and over a few times finally coming to rest with Dave on top of Eva there eyes locked together in hate as they try to choke the life out of each other.

Then just as Dave thinks he's going to pass out Eva's grip relaxes and she goes limp beneath him. Dave releases his hold and collapses on top of her. He listens for a moment to make sure she's breathing again. He rolls off of her and sits up as she chokes in some air slowly returning to consciousness.

He's one he's beaten Eva Mendez.

Eva's. Head. HURTS. By the time she comes around, she's not only in so much agony she can barely breathe, but she's so dehydrated that her throat and mouth and stomach hurt. She groans and turns her head; she's laying on one of the bleachers with a towel across her, and she can tell from the pressure that some of her wounds have been bandaged.

Which means... oh, SHIT. Shit fuck cock wankers.

She lost.

She cranes her neck with a grunt of pain, looking for Dave. She doesn't even want to try and move right now.

Dave is walking back from the bar carrying two bottles of water he see's Eva’s eyes open and looking at him. He's cleaned up a bit himself and is wearing his track pants. He stops at his bag and pulls out a small pill bottle. He puts the water bottle beside Eva sits down on the bleacher next to her. He pops a couple of the pills into him.

"Here" he offers her the bottle "Tylenol 3 if you want them."

She takes them, gratefully. Had it been anyone else, the pride would've stung, but... well, she's more feeling relieved, in some way. Annoyed she didn't win, but still there's that sense of completion. Like this is post sex.

"Thanks," she mutters, popping one more than the label says she should and handing them back. "I got a tee-shirt in my bag over there if you're done starin' at my tits."


Dave laughs tiredly "I'll never be done staring at them they're great tits." he reaches over and hands her the T-shirt.
"So Eva are we still good" he asks a little unsure he's still very confused about how he feels about her. But he is sure that there's no enmity at least on his part.

Eva shrugs. "Course. I mean, you only won because..." She looks up at him and laughs as she pulls on her shirt. "Nah, I won't go there. Enjoy your victory, for now."