The Underground Extreme Catfight Tournament 2012

[PiersKnight]

The Underground Extreme Catfight Tournament (UECT) 06/27-07/09/2012

Locations: La Fortuna Mexico, Chile, Easter Island, Tasmania.

Number of women fighting: A total of 212 women were brought to La Fortuna for the start of the tournament, 40 more than originally engaged to fight.

Number of tournament places in the Extreme Catfight Tournament: 4 stops in the 2012 Tournament: First place La Fortuna, Second Talcahuano in Chile, Third Easter Island, Fourth the Island of Tasmania near Great Lake.

Dates: Wednesday June 27th - Friday July 6th. Extended to July 9th by over-subscription: 4 venues over 13 days:

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Alake
Ok, so: My first match was on Wednesday June 27 with a woman from South Africa named Alake. Yes, the black woman had big **** and she was tall she had small legs and I made a joke about her being teenage mutant ninja chicken legs. You could see that she had spent lots of work on her upper body and they spent money to make her **** look like they were the size of her muscles, but you could see that her ****, as good as they were, were fake. She had big chocolate ******s and thick areolas with nubs on her areolas.

La Fortuna that afternoon late in an air-conditioned warehouse I was in close with maybe 150 people spread throughout the whole place complete with 4 big rings.

Alake was 6' 6", 182lbs, 40 E cup, 25" waist, 36" hips and she had a 6-pack abs.
I was 6’, with long black hair, 170lbs, 48 GG cup, 27” waist, 36” hips, 8-pack abs.
There was no missing what my trainer, lover and best friend, Mei Chou pointed out that Alake was a Steroid *****. Mei also went around looking at the women and told me 78% where steroid & Drugs & Narcotics abusers. I told her that before Rachel died we were seeing it more and more she kissed me and told me to be careful don't take anything for granted.

She warned me that familiarity breeds contempt, I told her I knew and they announced Alake who bounced around like a prize fighter throwing punches and upper cuts. Mei said, “Fight her baby, and teach them to respect the art of combat and what it means to be an Amazon.” I said, “Ok. Love you.” She smiled.

I climbed in the ring and they announced me as the current reigning Queen and the #1 contender Sara White Doe. I nodded to them and flexed my breasts; my ******s were hard as rocks. I tensed my whole body and warmed up, walked to the center of the ring and she glared at me.

They explained that the match was KO or Submission, I said, “Fine,” and the woman in the white mask closed her robes again and the men rung the glass bell with its mournful tone.

The Giantess black woman lunged at me with a straight right, she threw 2 more as I backed up and dodged twice, she hooked a back handed left in a swing at my head, I blocked her fist and returned to hits of my own in her left side ribs; she screamed out, I jumped and hit her with a spinkick that knocked her across the ring back to the side she was on.

Her coach screamed at her to get up and fight me like she had been trained to fight me. She came back in a windmill punches left and right; I circled and blocked her each arm and then I head butt her in the face hard >> SMACK /// CRACK <<, she staggered back.

I laced my bigger more muscled legs in hers and dropped down spreading her legs in a Chinese splits, she screamed bloody murder as my ***** lips bopped on the ring floor, she never made it. She screamed bloody murder as my fist ploughed her kitty hard with a spearing knife hand in her sex, her eyes crossed and she held her crotch as she fell backward on the floor.

She rolled over and over holding her sex, I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, she kicked at my grip to try and make me let go, I savagely kicked her in the hamstrings and ***, she screamed out and I stomped her *****; she screamed again and her trainer called for a break. I said, “We are not fighting to the death,” but they gave her a break. I had to break my hold; I was going for a KO, I would have had her.

Ok, so anyway, the ten minutes went by fast, she came out of the corner still swinging her fist like a boxer, I said, “Ok, fine.” Mei kissed me and I walked back to the center of the ring, she lunged in yet again, faster this time; I jumped up and performed a spin kick as she came in with a fast right, my heel connected with her nose, her head snapped back hard as her feet left the floor, her head hit as she flipped backwards.

She flopped on the floor and held her face, I grabbed her ankles again and drug her to the corner, she screamed as I yanked her crotch first into the corner pole several times, she screamed and I yanked again then slammed her leg into the ring post, she screamed out as I climbed up the corner and dropped on her abs, she gasped and I started working on her face with rights and lefts. I was hitting her with everything I had right and left crosses, after 2 minutes of punches her face was swollen and gone.

I drug her to the corner and tied her in the ropes; her trainer screamed I was being unfair and I started to pound my fist in her cannonballs on her chest; she passed out as I started to dig in her breasts with my nails but to open her breasts I bit off her ******s first; - blood poured off her breasts and face as I beat her upper torso till she was out cold. I ripped her breasts open and her implants fell out.

I walked to my corner and she was still alive but out cold; they announced me as the winner. Her breasts insides hung down to her feet from her chest, - 4' worth of tubules and fat and glands with veins and milk sacs. I didn't rip them off her body, I left them.

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Berta
My next match was a woman from Norway named Berta. She was a K.O match and was a fight on the same day as Alake.

Berta had won her Preliminary first round then she advanced to fight Sara in match # 2.

Berta was the ***** who came in dressed in Viking robes and the horns of a Valkyrie; she decided I guess if you want to be seen then make a scene. I rolled my eyes and Mei asked me if she was a Pro wrestler or if she was just one of the sports nuts like they show on American TV. I shrugged; it must have been something she learned in Norway I guess. If it was supposed to freak me out I had seen a lot worse, though not as bad as they announced her.

Berta was 5' 10", 178 lbs, 45F, 30" waist, 40" hips, and deep pink ******s and thick built with frizzy, braided curly pigtails on her head. She was thick built, husky for a woman but not fat except for her ****, which were huge and full and real. Her tone was very slight but she had muscle.

There were about 150 people in the warehouse that were not fighters, you have to remember they were watching 4 rings of women catfighting, you get the idea?

Berta was not fat but thick built and big for her body type, her pigtail braids were frizzy and long and she had a full blond bush. In bulk, she had me out weighed but not in power or skill, and as far as muscle mass is concerned, I was bigger. So Berta took to the ring and shrugged her robes off. She fluffed her bush out and said something in Norwegian as she flexed her muscles and her **** barely moved.

I got in the ring and I tensed my whole body and flexed. I am cut and ripped hard tone, I flexed my breasts and she rolled her eyes, I held the flex on my breasts and Mei said, “OK baby, I think she got the picture.” I released the flex and the crowd cheered, - that pissed her off.

The woman in the white mask opened her robes and exposed her huge **** and draped her robe over her breasts then walked forward. She explained that the match was KO or Submission, I said ok, we backed up and they droned the Glass bell and all the fights began again in all four rings, a lot of the crowd surrounded the ring where I was fighting.

I circled with her to the right and she acted like the old school 1960's women’s wrestlers, she kept making the hand signal of come on, come on, with her fingers. I hooked one shot in but faked it and then snapped a kick in her abs. My kick knocked her back about 3 or 4 feet, she grunted and shrugged and acted like I had not done anything to her, I said fine, I stood ready and motioned for her to come fight me, she came in and kicked at me with a stomp, I stood my ground and I did what they call it in the WWE the Superman front.

I leaned in to her kick, as it connected on my abs it made a loud thudding >> SMACK << but I never moved back. She looked at me and said in broken English, “There, - see!” I didn't respond, I just moved in before she went on her bravado. She seems to think she's stronger than she really is, at the time I was lifting how much? 800 lbs deadlift, 630 lbs bench press, - quite a bit; my punch was measured at about 700+ lbs, my grip strength was 275 lbs, that’s how much I could squeeze closed with just my hands.

Berta seen me coming but I don't think she realized that I was really as big and tough as they were billing me, she was underestimating me badly and she was going to pay for it.

I lunged in and upper cut her between her breasts my knuckles raked her **** and I hit her in the chin hard, so hard, her jaw chomped shut with a hard >> CLACK <<. She staggered back as I hit her with a left downward cross in her face hitting her in the right cheek her head turned and she spun around into the ropes as I field punted her between her legs my foot connected with her **** and lips loud hollow >> POP <<

She gasped as she hung on the ropes by her **** she grabbed her crotch and I seen her legs buckle. I grabbed her frizzy pigtails and I yanked back and kicked her in the lower back. She screamed and acted like I was breaking rules, the judges did nothing, so I yanked her head back and kicked her in the lower back with a stepping side kick I was going to finish the move unlike pro-wrestlers that play to the audience, I was non stop, unlike they do on the pro-wrestling WWE, I approached this match like MMA style fight, no rest, knock them down, keep them down.

Berta screamed and I stomped her face and her nose broke; she kicked up at me I, grabbed her ankles and she kicked again, I grabbed her other ankle and she was caught. I kneed her in the ***** hard, she yelped as I turned her over and drug her around the ring on her ****, she walked on her hands, I kicked her in the *****, she covered her mound, I kept dragging her on her ****; She had a decision to make, save her ***** or save her ****; she did try to do both by the way. She rolled on her back; I rolled around with her, keeping my hold on her ankles I squeezed hard.

She screamed and I spun her on her **** again she stood up to get off her **** and I savagely drilled her in her ***** with my foot hard, several loud hard hollow POPS, she screamed and resisted grabbing her *****. I drug her around the ring, as she walked on her hands, I field punted her again, this time; I was rewarded with a hellish scream of agony.

As I pulled her back, she held her *****, I dug her on her **** in a circle around the ring, bloody smears started, she wailed in agony, she screamed for a break again, I had to ask, “Are we fighting to the death or is this standard?” If so, I needed to know. They told me to break the hold and yes, everyone was being allowed 10-minute breaks that were going to be all through the tournament. I said ok and went to my corner, but my understanding was that unless we were catfighting to the death no one got 10-minute breaks, now they changed the rules every fight was going to be with the 10 minute break.

During this time I also seen an influx of women came into the warehouse, all nude, - about 40 more women. Mei looked at me and I shrugged I didn't know, this was news to me I said I didn't know and took a few drinks of water. Another thing I noticed was that when I noticed and looked at the new women added everyone else also glanced over too; the tournament had a sudden influx of women.

The time for the break ticked by, I relaxed and stretched out, Berta and her trainer whispered and glared at me as she tried to cool down and I was still hot even though the air conditioning was blasting over head in the warehouse. Having the lights and extra people in the building drove the temps up. I was sweating to beat the band, the bell tolled ‘10-minutes’ and Berta got to her feet. I stood ready and walked out fists raised as Berta came out more cautiously.

I flexed my breasts as my arms strained and muscles tensed, she screamed at me and ran with a lunge that was faster than her prior strikes, - she leaped and tried to hit me with a jump kick, I circled left in a spinning turn and hooked my right arm around her neck in a hooking grab and yanked her off her feet and swung her to the ground. She hit hard, as her head banged on the floor, I crouched, as she got up, I stayed behind her, as she turned I speared her in the solar plexus and tackled her to the floor hard.

Blood from her **** covered my shoulder, as we landed hard I heard the air go out of her; as she landed, she kneed me in the side hard, but it was more of a reflex that on purpose. I rolled to the side and she got to her hands and knees, I seen her vomit but I didn't let up, I brutally rammed my fist in her ***** spear handing her spread ******l lips I shove my hand in her deep as I grabbed and yanked back on her big frizzy braids she screamed, I yanked back hard.

As I shove my fist in her deep, my fist tore past her cervix and into her uterus; she screamed and as I punched her deep inside she puked. I got to my feet, my right fist deep in her big ***** up to my forearm; I yanked back on her hair and slammed her face down on the floor. As I lifted her *** in the air she screamed, I stood on her breasts mashing them to the floor with my full weight.

She wailed in hellish agony as I started to savagely punch her inside like a jackhammer twisting my fist as blood gushed out of her. With each punch she wailed and tapped out, she gave up as I yanked my fist out and blood ran bright red, I let her fall, it was a submission hold but she gave up, she was still alive. They raised my hand; I proceeded to the next round.

The doctors climbed into the ring and attended to her badly injured ***** but the next day we left for Chile about midway down the country at Talcahuano.

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[h=Fawn]1[/h]
((Thursday 28^th June against: Fawn from East Germany, Tamria from Spain and Annalisa from France.))

The next stop was Talcahuano in Chile in a little warehouse, yet again off the docks
Sara White Doe: mucky water in the cove filled with many salt water predators
It was next to the boat docks there they would load any accidents or death in boats and go to sea to feed the fish.

Mei told me to not fail here they drove us to trailers that had been outfitted for sleeping doublewides made for just rooms and one trailer that was a Kitchen, they had 12 of them outfitted to hold all of us in the tournament.

A hot and sweaty sort of place, there was only barely any air conditioning, but not as much as I would have liked; - my god it was muggy as ****. We had the ocean breeze but it was stale, there are too many people who dump **** in their bays and just made things smell bad.

I knew why they chose the place, - when we first got there we seen a gang of thugs shoot someone and drive off. A few women ran, others rushed to him, I could do nothing, being in the back of the crowd, but boy, and did I get an ear-full from everyone!

The tournament judges asked me what I saw; I told them nothing but the backs of everyone’s heads. The body lay there for 3 hours before a cop came to bag him and drag him off. That told me why they chose this place for the fight.

The day was still young, at 7 am they got us sorted and then told us to wash up and then they listed the brackets: My next match was with a woman from East Germany, named Fawn.

((Thursday 28^th June against: Fawn from East Germany, Tamria from Spain and Anne-Lisa from France.))

Fawn was an East German Barbie doll. They had again set up 4 rings to fight in. There were only 3 fights for me but still they had the 4th just in case. They wrote the brackets up and matched me against Fawn. I started to warm up and Mei noticed that a few of the fighters were shooting up; I stretched out and the tall E.G. Barbie doll Fawn was very - how should I say, - energetic! She was bouncing around the ring before they were ready like a new tee'd off golf ball in a porcelain bathroom. I think she took speed or coke because she was Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, Hyper, and yes she was also Steroid **** too.

As I climbed into the ring I heard Fawn screaming from across the ring I was going down I was going down. Mei was pissed off and she made mention that Fawn was on drugs, but they ignored Mei, I told her I would address it in a second. She calmed down and took a seat, I climbed in the ring and again, Fawn started to scream at me from across the ring. The big titted masked woman walked to the center of the ring and I walked up Fawn bounced up on the balls of her feet, she was sweating to beat the band her eyes were slightly glassy I noticed.

Fawn was 6' bleach blond, 160 lbs (I figure), 42 DDD, 24" waist, 36" hips; she was lean built, cut, tone, hard, looked like she had been using for a long, long, long, long while. Her muscles looked like a Barbie doll got remade, sweat dripped from her ******s and down her face and breasts, she looked like she just got out of the shower.

The masked woman opened her robes and spread them over the sides of her huge GG breasts, her ******s stood out full and erect to a point. She explained again that the match was KO or submission, I nodded that I understood and Fawn took a sloppy round house swing at me and bashed the masked blond in her breasts hard knocking them together.

I backed up and Fawn lunged at me kicking the masked blond out of the way. The E.G Barbie swung and swung and swung. I ducked and blocked and ducked and blocked twice again, she then kicked me in the abs catching me off balance, as I fell back in a roll, I finally heard them tome the bell. Fawn dove on me to punch me, I kicked my knees up and caught her in the abs and my right knee slammed her face.

She rolled over me and got up like she was untouched. I did a martial arts Kep and spun with a kick just in time to catch her in the abs; my heel sunk in and she looked surprised as I reversed my wheelie kick and caught her in the left side of her face as I back handed her with a spinning right back hand; I split her lips and hit her hard enough to knock her off her feet.

She got up, blood running down her face and onto her ****; she acted like I never hit her! She got back up and ran at me again, she decided to spear me and I stood my ground, she hit me hard, I braced against her and she grabbed be around my waist and I slammed her with a double Axe Hammer in the center of her back. She grunted and I felt her go slack and I kneed her in the solar plexus, she coughed and spit.

As she rose up, I grabbed her in a forward standing guillotine neck hold and wrenched up. She punched my abs and sides and kicked at my legs, I kicked her back and wrenched up again, she raked my back and I hammered her abs with several knee strikes and she went slack. She hit me weakly and I could tell she was about out, I kicked up and dropped her in a DDT hard on her crown and she turned into a wet noodle.

I picked her up and drug her by her hair kicking, but not screaming, - she was still trying to get her breath I grabbed her arms and whipped her into the corner, she screamed and I rammed into her hard. Her eyes crossed, I wrapped her in the top ropes and savagely beat her till her face was gone.

She was out cold in the corner, she groaned and stood up, I spun around hard and drove my knee in her abs, this time she fell and didn't get up. The tournament judge checked her to see if she was dead. She was alive; they raised my hand and took her out of the ring.

This was a stoned Barbie. She probably didn't realise she had been KO'd when she woke up, too out of her head, she was too tooooooooo stoned, but she had raked the **** out of my back with silk wrapped nails; I was pissed off, Mei doctored my back, the cuts were not deep but it stung. After wards I have no idea what happened to her, but I do know that she was disqualified for touching the masked woman. I had won and went on to the next round.

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[h=Tamria]1[/h]
Second fight of the day was a self billed Amazon named Tamria she was a strawberry blond color red hair, it looked like she dyed her hair red the color looked un-natural and she made it impossible to look down and tell what her true color was.

Her body was as smooth as a babies butt; she had an over prominent **** that was slightly bigger than mine but very pronounced almost erect. Mei told me she was the one she saw taking shots in her breasts down her ******s and under her breasts and under her arms in her pit areas. Her Lats were as big as mine, her biceps were huge, she was taking shots straight into the muscle groups, but Mei was my witness; -- Partly for which she died protecting me.

Tamria was a big girl; I am guessing either she or her trainer loved huge, huge breasts. They made a point of giving her some whoppers! Don't get me wrong, I am big but she was trying to either look like Rachel or me, she even had scars on her ****, I could not tell if they were natural from fights or if she had had them done.

She stood about 5' 11" and I am guessing she was about 175 lbs. Her waist was 26" and her hips were 38", her two twin monster size hangers on her chest were 55FFF, - at least, would be my best guess. Her chest reminded me of Melissa Mounds, and before you ask, no she could do nothing with her ****, couldn’t tense her muscles to move them, just look at them and watch them bounce together.

She had no muscle in her chest, but she had lots of big steroid muscles, muscles as big as mine or bigger, but not tone and cut, she was puffy. What should have been an 8 pack was more like a four packs and soft, like her muscle had grown but not been used, or like a body builder in their off season. She should have had lots and lots of strength, but no, - she was really big and her muscles made her heavy, but I don't think she made a point of really working her body to get big lifting weights, big muscles but not cut and tone.

Her **** looked like it was a very, very, very tiny ****, - very pronounced, and was had barb wire tattoos on her arms and angel wings on her back, which made me wonder about where they found her for the match. She looked like she was a want to be, - want to be stripper / want to be body builder / want to be wrestler / want to be catfighter / want to be who I am fighting. Like I said, she was a want to be. So they announced her, she acted like Rocky from the movies.

I got in the ring and warmed up; my back was scratched up from the previous match but not bleeding just raw looking. It stung to move, like bad sun burn. Mei and I locked eyes and we breathed together, I lowered my heart rate and pushed down my temperature. Everything seemed to look like it had gone to slow motion for a few seconds; Mei smiled at me and said, “Kick her *** baby!”

I turned and walked to the center of the ring, the masked blond had taken the big masked red heads place, and she opened her robes and spread them over her **** and explained the rules: KO or Submit, no eye attacks, no weapons. I nodded and backed up, fists raised.

My veins in my arms bulged with my muscles; I tightened every muscle in my body. Tamria called me a **** face and lunged at me before the bell tomed this time. She threw both at the same time her right fist and her right knee, one at my abs and one at my face. I blocked her fist, slapping her slow move to the side and grabbing her wrist; I yanked her arm through and elbowed her in the face hard.

Her knee slammed in my abs but it felt like I got hit by a fist, >> SMACK <<, I grunted but more from a release from my muscles being tightened than her knee strike, she gurgled a cry as my elbow hit her in the mouth but I slammed my head side ways and got her nose. She staggered back and fell on her *** as I stood ready and let her gather her self, and then I heard the glass bell tome.

I looked to the blond in the mask and she shrugged; no sooner had I took my glance to her and Tamria was on me again, she slammed a fist in my mouth and followed up with a right cross to my left breast. Her punch moved my girl up and left but it felt like a play hit more than a brutal ***** hit. She danced like a boxer and thumbed her nose like Rocky or a boxer. She hooked a fast right into my right breast thudding me hard, she smiled and said "Me very fast, you very slow, you old, old grandma turtle slow."

She hooked another right into my left breast, I felt my breast move with her punch; I hit her four times with a blur of right, \ left, /right, \ left, / all four in her face, followed by a snap side between her big huge ****, my heel hit her solar plexus. She shot back, staggering back on her heels and bounced off the ropes and back at me. I grabbed her huge right breast in a death hold and hip tossed her over my right side and she crashed hard on the ring floor.

She started to scream and my knees landed on her **** in a double knee drop; as I bounced off in a roll she wailed. I got to my feet and she flopped around on the ring floor, I guess she wanted someone to feel sorry for her. She held her breasts, I grabbed her big heavy well-muscled arm and twisted the soft muscles and yanked her into a kneeling arm bar. I twisted and held her arm in place, she screamed.

As I pressed up to keep her face down she screamed out louder and I field punted her huge left knocker from the side like a soccer ball, she wailed in agony and tried to move, she tried to kick me, I stomped on her knee and broke her middle finger, she screamed and passed out.

Rolling her over, I stood her up and pressed her off the ring floor by her breasts in a death grip. She woke up screaming; she tried to wrap her leg around my upper **** and chest, I said, “I was hoping you would do that.” I slammed her to the floor in a body slam / *** press: >>>BOOM<<< the ring vibrated. She coughed and gasped and sucked air, I wasted no time in getting up and doing it again, >>BOOM<<. I did it again; >>BOOM<<<. She went limp and didn't move. I was told to break my hold; blood ran from her ****, I pulled my fingers out of her ****, covered in blood; she had a knot on the back of her head that was the size of a lemon. They raised my hand and carted her off.

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[h=Anna Lisa]1[/h]
OK, so now we are with the French Iron fist fighter, Anna Lisa. She billed her self as an Iron *****, she was more Muay Thai Kick Boxing, well, that was her preferred style, but she seemed to miss the kicking part, or I made it where she forgot to kick.

Any way, she was a stout 5' 8", 158 lbs, 36 DD, 24” waist 35” hips, cut and tone boxer. Her **** laid flat on her chest, her ******s hung and lay flat on her very sloppy hangers, - her steroids and pain killers had kicked in full bore, she was solid, but she was also limited in her fighting skills.

She was a short hair brunet and had her hair cut like a Marine. We listened to the rules and the blond closed her robes and the bell rung and Ann rushed forward punching at me. She was fast, - right, left, right, left, right, left, uppercut, uppercut, jab, and jab. I blocked and slapped half of them away; she caught me with a right stinging upper cut and punches a left Jab at my mouth hitting my cheek. I winced and she hooked a right in. I jumped and kneed her in the face at the same time.

My knee hit her solid, striking her under the chin; her head shot back as I beat down with a straight left in her face >> CRACK SMACK <<, she backed up and came at me again like I did nothing to her at all. She jumped up at my face with a double kick and caught me both times. I got knocked down and she decided to straddle my abs and kept beating her fists in my breasts and face. I block as many as I could, but I was getting pissed off at stoner's.

I grabbed her fist and she went for a head butt to my face; I raised my head up, her face closing the distance, - and her judgement was way off. She slammed down her nose smack on the top of my head and we both heard >> CRUCH <<, I knew it wasn't me. Blood spread and smeared over her face, she tried to head butt me again, I repeated the same move, and her nose disappeared.

Blood ran and covered my chest and body, my mouth and nose were bleeding, but she was gushing blood. I grabbed her **** and yanked her forward then I shoved her with all my strength like I was bench-pressing her and threw her off me.

I got up and she had cut my left cheek, I got up and, she slowly got up, blood covered the floor she staggered around and her trainer called for a break, her eyes were swelling; I sat in my corner and Mei glued a stari strip on my cheek for the ten minutes of the water break. She washed the blood off me as I tried to cool down; I seen and mom seen and the Judges and everyone ring side seen and the people betting seen Anna’s coach inject her with something. Mei asked, “What the **** are you doing?” The trainer flipped us the bird with a smile; I was done being fair! Mei said she was filing a protest, I told her, no, and I would handle it. Her coach cut her eyelids and drained the blood and stari stripped her. She washed her face off and her nose was gone.

As soon as the bell tomed I was on my feet and Anna ran at me fast, I matched her speed, she drew her fist back, I leaped up and drilled her in the chin so hard I broke her jaw with my knee; her feet left the floor and she bounced hard, her stari strips broke and blood started to run as Anna-Lisa jumped up as I turned around she hooked three hard fists into my back, I know she was aiming for my kidneys, but she was way off.

I hooked my leg around hers and spun down, she leapt up to avoid my leg swipe, I hooked my arm up and got her right, left, she fell down on her back. As I dropped and grabbed her kitty she gurgles a hellish cry as I shoved my hand in her ***** hard, she wailed blood, coughing as I punched her. She kneed me in the shoulder, as I held her other leg; she bent up to punch me as I punched inside her deep. She spasms and flopped as I started to yank her sex down and out of her.

Her trainer tossed the towel in the ring. I stood up lifting her off the ring floor, my fist deep in her; I was holding on to her ***, but she was out cold. Her trainer screamed that she was done. I lifted her over head and the bell tomed. I let her down and ripped my fist out of her French ****. They ruled me the winner but she was still too stoned to know she lost. Her trainer cussed me and they drug her and him out of the ring.

Mei doctored me and they again declared me the winner. Yes a bunch of the audience did clap, and a lot of them booed me, but that finishes the fights in Chile and now we head west some 200 or so miles to Easter Island.

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[h=Candy]1[/h]
We flew to Easter Island, but first let me give you my schedule, I found it in my notes: June 26th - travel // 27th 2 fights // 28th travel 2 hours and fight 3 matches // 29th travel // 30th rest / July 01 Maim match, the first one of them was unofficial, it was not on the record, then I fought ONE for the UECT, but the first one was something I didn't expect.

It was a bid for one bet; a man from China wanted his one ‘Woman’ Transvestite (TV) to fight me. They flew she / him / her / he / what ever the **** it was, in. She or he, I don't know which, had an ever erect 10" **** with no balls but I know she had a ****** because I ripped it out along with the thick ****.

She, he, it, had huge big breasts. This condition was the result of lots and lots and lots of either injections or real **** pumped up, but the TV was a steroid abuser; she could have been a real Hermaphrodite, but I doubt it, such freaks of nature are very rare. So, I ended up with 4 maim matches.

Seeing the huge flag pole **** waving high in the air with **** above it and no balls but ‘she’ had a uterus, cervix and everything; I know because I ripped her, or its, sex out of her

So, to clarify the itinerary for Easter Island and Tasmania, like I said, we had a day to rest but on the 01st July it, she, was my first match. So on the first I had 2 maim matches, 02nd July, Maim and one on 03 July, then we travelled on the 4th to Tasmania, rested on the 5^th, fight on the 6^th, rest 7th and 08th Fight.

We landed at the airport and they drove us to our quarters, a hotel, for the next 3 days
We kind of looked around, everyone wanted to see the giant Heads, so they let us do a tour of the Island, we got post cards and listened to the Ghost stories they told about the island, and that the heads moved during the night; I had to roll my eyes on that one.

We drove back to the hotel and got a good meal and slept that night, so now we are on the first maim match. They drove us to one of the old warehouses no one was using and we saw again 3 rings. I stripped off my robe and started to warm up that was when we saw Candy get in the ring. She looked like she was Japanese and had huge breasts, big muscles, cut, tone and she turned around and the room was silent. She or he, whichever it was, had a massive **** too, waving high and hard.

The prospect of fighting obviously excited her too. She hiked her legs up for the camera to spread her ***** open and finger her kitty, I was still unsure if Candy was a man or woman. I was not slotted to fight her; my first match was Jia Rui from North Korea.

The room filled with whispers and low talk, everyone wanted to know why Candy was there. I was called into the ring by a Judge from Holland, 10 of the betting viewers paid $988,000 to see me fight Candy, and then a last bid came in and made it $1,200,000 Some guy from Texas. Candy was flexing her / his muscles for the camera, I finish warming up and Mei Protested that I was being asked to fight twice, all the rest only had to fight once, - because of a bet!

They told me it would count as one of my wins if I did and they would afford me some degree of compensation in my next match and my stay if I won. I told Mei they were not going to turn this loose, they wanted to see how well their Rapist did in a catfight. Boy, did I have that pegged right too. Candy was both sexes, and she did rape fights for the Asian ***** industry.

Candy was whipping and ****ing her **** in the air, she was speaking Japanese, then she told me to prepare to die in broken English; - she would tear me apart!
I said, “We'll see!”

They explained the rules; no weapons, no eye attacks, Candy was allowed to use said **** to rape me if she could. I said, “Sweety, I hope you actually fight, we are not sex fighting!”

So you want stats? I know she was a serial rapist / killer in the ring;
Candy, I am guessing, stood 5' 8", bleach blond hair, 60 lbs, 38EE, 24", 36", cut and tone, heavy muscle, but also she had a big 10" ****, no balls, she had a uterus and ovaries

The bell tomed and Candy kicked me in the abs and knocked me back a few feet, I lunged forwards with my arms locked in hers as a test of strength.

Candy locked up with me our breasts mashed together she licked my cheek and then bit my cheek. I broke the arms lock up and upper cut her ****. She lunged forward tackling me to the ground and wasted no time ****ing me with her big ****.

She hit me in the face and kept humping the dick on my abs; she tried to straddle my ****
I head butt her in the face that was when I felt her shove her **** in me.

I locked my legs around her in a leg scissors and squeezed her waist hard, her hands locked with mine in a test of mercy. She found out I was not just strong but a lot stronger than her. I bent her hands back and squeezed, - I be dam if she still didn’t keep trying to **** me with her ****!

I twisted her arms behind her back so I could get at her ****. I bit in her ****** and bit down hard. Yes…She got in me; yes she ****ed me with her ****, but I don't think she counts as a man; she might have had a **** but she had no sperm or balls, it was used only to pee. Besides, as I tore her uterus out she gushed so I don't think she was a guy, I think she was a freak of nature.

Yes… Candy did get in me and **** me but we were fighting also at the same time, it was a fight, she just had one thing I didn't, but it didn't change the end of her fight, she lost.

I twisted her arms behind her back and I bit down on her left areola and ****** like an apple and tore a huge chunk of her breast out and I yanked my head back, blood covered us both, she screamed, I wouldn't let her go.

I spit her ******, areola and fat milk sac in her face; she went pale. Blood sprayed my body as I held her and squeezed her waist, she could not breathe, I let go and got up and grabbed her big hard **** and drug her to the corner.

Yes… I lifted her off the ground by her ****, she screamed and I stomped her bloody ***, she screamed and kicked, I placed her in the tree of wood hold in the corner upside down. She must have taken shots to get her **** hard, it was not going down.

I kicked her in the face and breasts…out cold then shoved my fist in deep in her *****. I thought it was a guy who had had a ****** made for sex…but no, this was every bit a woman, she just had a ****. I grabbed her uterus and yanked and pulled and yanked. Then she gushed spurts of bloody ******l fluid and I ripped out her sex. Once her sex was gone I saw her **** tendons and worked at ripping them loose and tore the **** off then let her fall to the floor. Everyone was shocked. I went to get showered off, they drug their champ out of the ring, and she was dead. She was bleeding from her **** and what used to be her crotch
While the others fought in the other 2 rings. I cleaned up and rested.

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[h=Jia Rui]1[/h]
My next fight was a North Korean ***** named Jia Rui. She was about 5' 7" with black hair; she had the typical Asian female build. She was well muscled but she had some ****, - 36 D cup, 24" waist, 35" hips and wiry muscle. She made a point of showing me her full bush she said, “Look…NO ****!” Then she spread her legs and played with her lips, she said. “Look, - no ****!” I said, “I will take your word for it ok? I promise you I take your word for it,” she spread her full bush and showed her **** and hood.

I said, “Ok, I got it, you’re a woman. I got it!” She smiled and it seemed everyone but the 2 judges who put me up to the fight with Candy got the joke.

I flexed my breasts and she flexed her muscles I said, “Any request as far as maim in the fight?” She said, “**** fine, yes? ****?”
“Yes,” I said, “That’s fine!”
She said, “Not *****. No ***** can hit and kick but no tear.”
I said, “Fair enough.” What she told me was she didn't mind good fights just don’t rip her ***** out, but she didn't mind having her **** maimed. I nodded and she asked, “Same?”
I said, “Fine,” and nodded my head. First time in the tournament I run into someone who is somewhat civilized, I was like – WOW! Mei told me to be on my guard, “I will,” I said, “I will.”

We were summoned to the center of the ring and told what was expected of us, the masked blonds huge chest and ******s heaved as she breathed hard to try and make her self more imposing. She closed her robes and turned for the bell, we heard ‘DOOOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~’ as the bell rang.

I looked at the well-muscled Korean, she leaped at me, her nails out, and she tried to tackle me down like a spider monkey leaping on a small game animal. She climbed up me like a tree to hit me in the face her ***** on my left breast, she couldn't get me in an upper body leg lock, her legs were too short and my upper body muscles are too big.

My left arm grabbed her throat and she punched me in the face. I jumped with her and choke slammed her to the floor. We hit hard >>BOOOMM<<, everyone looked over to our ring, she coughed and spluttered, I rolled free and as she got up I grabbed her hair and whipped her into the turnbuckle. She gasped for air and I followed up with a knee, I slammed her in the guts hard, she coughed and gasped for air.

I yanked Jia by her hair out of the corner and snapped a kick in her face, her head shot back and I kicked her in the ****; there was a hard meaty smack as my foot and shin flattened her breasts into her ribs. I grabbed her right arm and twisted her wrist in an arm bar and hooked my leg around her neck then rolled with her.

She gurgled a scream as I rolled completely over with her once, folding her arm behind her back, she screamed as I repositioned myself on her, she raked her sharp nails in my back, I winced and arched my back as I closed my legs around her throat; she kicked and tried to wiggle free but I had her left ****** in my *****; as I squeezed her neck her trainer screamed for a break. Frantic, she clawed my back raw as I held the hold, the Judges told me to break the hold.

I got up and she lay there on the ring floor, she eventually got up and crawled to the ring corner and I washed off. Mei checked my back, it was raked up pretty bad, Jia was using silk wrapped nails; Mei said, “If you get the chance just do her there on the ring floor, don't wait!” I drunk some water and the betting raised to $222,000. I rolled my eyes, they wanted blood and lots of it, it was bugging me. The glass bell tomed again: ‘DOOOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~’.

I got up and she raced to me fast with a jumping knee strike to my face, I ducked and drove my fist deep in her kitty with an upper cut, she screamed out as I grabbed her in a shoulder hold arm bar and yanked her to the floor in a slam; >> BANG <<. I twisted her arm, same arm again, she wailed and I stepped on the side of her left breast crushing her *** to the floor as I twisted her arm. She tried to twist out; I dropped on her back and shoved her arm up behind her back, twisted.

I kneed her elbow hard, as she screamed, I kicked her elbow, it twisted, I shoved her arm and heard >> SNAP <<, she passed out. Rolling her over, I beat her face with rights and lefts; she peed and **** herself as I busted her left breast into a swelling and splitting black-purple, blue-red banana before breaking her jaw. Her *** split red and gory, as I stood up her trainer ran to us; they pushed me away and declared me the winner. Yes, she was covered in bloody milk.

My next match was a very hard match. Katrina was hard and she was a cheating ****.

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Katrina

Katrina was from Greece. She claimed to be the strongest woman in the world, the people who sponsored her billed her as the female Hercules who had never been defeated; they even bothered to bring in a telethon to show her music video opening that showed her best Highlights and showed her like a Rock Star. She came in dressed like a Pro Wrestler; she reminded me a lot of Conan the Barbarian woman here in the USA, big ****, and skinny muscles.

I was probably 3 or 4" taller and I was bigger size wise, and I bet she can’t lift the 850 lb deadlift I achieved. Katrina was decked out in fur cape and war club and forearm bracers and boot sandals and Crown; her belt was the strongest woman title, self-proclaimed in Greece.

So we got a sideshow of her abilities, she flexed and stripped for all to see, and then she flexed for the cameras. They set up her bench press and weight bar; they set the bar up for 545 lbs and 600 lbs dead lift. I looked at them and Mei said, “That’s less than your weights.” Katrina spread her legs for the cameras. As she struggled with the bench press, her trainer and 2 others helped her with the weights.

She pressed it 3 times and racked it, then walked over to the deadlift bar set up for 600 lbs and she yanked it up then pressed it over head, then she let it drop like she was an amateur, >> CRASH <<, the floor cracked.

She seemed to be at her limit, but she was a massive steroid abuser. She was 5' 8", 167 lbs, 44F cup, 25" waist, 36" hips; she was really cut and very tone. She climbed into the ring and jumped around; I walked to her dead lift and lifted it over head, then lowered it and did it again, then lowered it and did it again, then lowered it to the floor.

The veins in my arms were raised, it looked like I had been pumping iron all day, and it was a good warm up. I climbed into the ring and she was pissed off, everyone went spastic, she stripped her wardrobe off and cussed me, oh yes, I just showed the crowd that Katrina was not the strongest woman in the building. Katrina was pissed off and cussing me in Greek. I didn't care, but she was making a false claim that even I would never boast or brag about because there is always someone stronger and in boasting or bragging if you fall short you end up looking like an idiot.

So the big masked blond opened her robes and spread them over her **** and her ******s poked out like missile tips, she motioned for us to come to the center, she gave the rules, no eye attacks, no weapons, the match is a maim match and is to finish with one woman maimed and unable to continue.

The masked blond stepped back and signalled for them to ring the bell I heard the ‘DOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmmm~’ from the glass bell and Katrina made a point of telling me what she was going to do to me. She flicked her nails and hissed like a cat and beat her **** like Tarzan and screamed at me.

She charged me and I snapped kicked her between the breasts, she flew back on her *** like I shot her out of a cannon, she landed with a thud, her legs spread wide as she rolled back. She spread her legs wide and rolled back in the Chinese splits and her arms out stretched she looked up at me and flexed her arms like a pro body builder.

Getting up she flexed her *** and spread her lips for the camera and kept putting on a show like a pro wrestler would if given a chance to run their routine. I decided the only way to fight her was to go on the attack, kind of like Tiger style Kung Fu; Attack, attack, attack.

Katrina turned and flexed and pumped her **** and flexed and tensed her arms and flexed.
I looked at her and raised my fists and took up a sideways stance…crouching T…She seen that and mocked me. I thought to my self, “You ****.” I circled left and she again mocked me; she started kicking her feet up and doing the fake kung fu WHHaaaaaa…Whaaaaa… Whaaa…

Laughing at me she chopped in the air with Karata chops and kicks and did the Whaaaaa…whaaaa…She rolled her eyes and whaaaaa…I struck at that moment, jumping forward kick in her side then spinning wheelie kick, my foot hit her in the mouth
>> WHAM <<. Her head snapped back as I followed her, as she tried to recover I grabbed her left wrist and flung her in a rolling throw to the corner; she didn't see it coming but she felt the landing…

She bounced hard then tried to roll to an instant stand, I rolled with her, she back chopped me in my breasts driving my girls back in my chest, she turned and punched me, I started to trade boxing blows with her; we faced off and she went for my breasts, I traded blows as I focused my twisting punches in her ******s and her face, she hit me back in the breasts. I blocked and hit she blocked and hit we did this for about 3 minutes she realized I was a lot stronger than she was as I drove her back; bloody cuts tore open on our **** and faces, I hit her in the face hard er, she fell down, she staggered to get back up, I punched her down, she got up and started to kick at me.

She pushed me back and tried to bite my right breast, she got on me like a baby hungry for food and bit deep, I slammed my fist n her jaw three times as she let go of me and drove her knee in my ****; I gasped and she head butted my chin, I saw stars for a second or two, she punched me in the bite in my breast, as I backed up and kicked I caught her right foot and twisted her ankle.

Katrina turned and jumped to kick me again, I caught her in the *****, she screamed and as I kneed her again she punched my right breast; I drove another knee in her kitty, and she held her crotch as I kicked her left knee. She dropped holding her knee and crotch, she rolled after I let her drop, she got to her knees as I did an elbow drop on her shoulder, She screamed out as I bent her back in a reverse neck breaker, my knee in her back, she bit my right arm, I sunk my teeth in her left ****** and she screamed.

I punched her in the solar plexus, she coughed and gasped, I rolled her on the floor and she balled up, she kicked, I grabbed her ankles as she did she kicked and I stepped between her legs and Y'd my crotch with her, bringing my ***** down on hers I crossed her legs, she tried to crawl away from me but I folded her ankles; she clawed the mats as I placed my foot between her shoulders and lifted her legs.

She screamed as I put pressure on her spine and bent her, she wailed and grabbed my left ankle as I drew her spine back with more pressure. Setting on her ******, I started humping her **** and lips, she moaned, her trainer screamed for her to break the hold, I ****ed her faster, my **** ground in hers, she screamed and moaned as I dropped more on her, I heard her coach telling her to break the hold, she let go of my ankle and tried to press out like a bench press.

I kept grinding on her, she quivered and I gushed as she screamed and shook and gushed over me, she quivered and I dropped down all my weight; she gushes and goes limp under me as she shook in a massive ******, she went limp under me as she gushed from my humping I gushed and I tensed up. As I dropped all my weight, her feet hit her head, as she pressed off I heard her back >> POP, CRACK <<, I rolled off her.

Katrina held her back screaming bloody murder holding her sides and she screamed loud as she called for break. I walked to my corner and sat down, Mei started to work on my cuts and clean off the blood. She super glued the flap on my right *** a stari stripped my breasts, washed and patched me up.

Katrina’s trainer was limited to dragging her to her corner; she dragged herself and got to her knees. 10 minute rolled past, I was better, Katrina was holding her back and cussing me, I waited patiently. Katrina’s coach gave her a shot in her back, I do not know what it was but she stopped crying. She made it to the stool long enough to set down; her abs were black and blue and reddish purple, I had tore her ligaments in her lower body. The painkillers she’d been injected with would only make it worse in this next part of the match.

I had torn her muscle groups and muscle sheath, the time rolled past and they rang the bell again. I was in better shape than she was even though she didn't know it yet the next part was going to be **** on her. I got up and she got up her demeanour had changed
she raised her fists and gave me a staggering charge and lunged at me as I leaped and she punched me in the abs as my knee slammed her face.

Her head snapped back, as I dropped on her she kneed my ***** but it was an accident, the way I landed on her drove her knee cap into my kitty on my lips; I felt like I landed on a post! She didn't know she had kneed me; she was flopping around on the ring floor.

I rubbed out my ***** and she held her side, which was swelling and looking really angry, purple and red. I dropped both knees on her face and KO'd her, she was out
Cold, I savagely field punted her most swollen damaged left breast; I savagely kicked it like a football. She was aroused awake as my 4th kick tore her breasts off her chest in split pieces.

Blood ran from her side as I yanked the guts out she laid there in shock; her trainer tossed the towel into the ring and as she passed out, they counted her out. The ref raised my hand in victory. As I left with Mei they took the ‘Worlds Strongest Woman’ out of the ring, the female Hercules was finished.

We went back to the hotel and yes; there were a lot fewer women with us. I spent the rest of the day and night in hot herbal baths trying to heal up. I faired better than Katrina did, I don't know what happened to Katrina after the match, they say that they were flying them home, but I think we all know better; they chose Islands and coasts for good reasons instead of inland cities.

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Lucia

And now the last of the Maim matches. Lucia was a Polish Hulk Hogan; she was Poland’s version of their super woman, good looking, big ****, and big muscles. She was a brunet and stood about 5'9" 160 lbs had huge **** before she got her ***** done but the implants made her twice the size she must have already been before she got them she was at least 46 H cups 26" waist 38"hips she was huge in build her muscle build you could tell she was taking the Human Growth Hormone straight in her muscle groups she was well past over sized puffy and big

Lucia liked to do the super man pose a lot, she smiled big for the cameras and posed, flexed her pumped up muscles and worked herself up like she was listening to a large crowd. She Flexed her cannon balls on her chest she was well blessed and also well paid for, you could tell that she had huge **** before she got her ***** done but the implants made her twice the size she must have already been before she got them.

Lucia took to the ring and started to entertain everyone playing polish super woman; she flexed and posed and spread her self and posed just like every ***** she had ever seen from the USA

She was huge in build, her muscle build you could tell she was taking the Human Growth Hormone, she was well past over sized, puffy and big, the female Hulk flexed and played to the cameras, she let the guy doing the filming stick a ***** Camera in her ***** so she could squeeze it with her Kagel muscles. Lucia ****ed the camera and gushed over the lens and then they filmed her ****ing her fans as she did this for a warm up. But as for Lucia she was the best foot forward for the Polish team in this tournament they had spent a lot of money on her as their champion to win and she was their front-runner.

They had an influx of 40 extra women added at the last minute; they dumped a bunch of stripper / want to be fighters into the tournament. It was becoming obvious the UECT priority was becoming ****, not catfighting. I had never seen so many out of shape *** job Barbie dolls in a fight tournament before, it was unreal to me, she had breezed through most her matches because they placed her against strippers and no skill fighters, so she won all her matches with ease. You put a steroid monster in a cage with a stripper, the stripper gets killed.

She also made a show of her self but she didn't have a highlight reel of her death matches to play for everyone to view, but she made a point of letting everyone know she was Poland’s number one Super woman! I was half expecting her to come out in a red cape and skintight super hero outfit with the polish flag on her chest or across her ****. The Russian **** had a Hammer and sickle tattooed on her right ***.

They called us to the center of the ring and the masked woman spread her robes to expose her breasts and explained the rules to us, we backed up and she turned and signalled for them to ring the bell. The bell sounded its mournful tone, ‘DOOOOOOmmmmmmmmm~’, I raised my fist and circled with Lucia. She was a firm believer in her own self-importance, she bought her own hype, and she actually believed that she was 100% totally invincible. She had defeated every woman they put her up against in less than 3 minutes, she never got hurt and easily whipped everyone she had faced.

However, all of her fighters she had face up against until now were stripper / Barbie doll want to be fighters, whom she had defeated with ease, but in all fairness, she had been told they were the best of the best. The only reason I know this is because her trainer had made a point of bragging about her training abroad.

Lucia stood her ground and posed like superman stopping bullets, her big **** jutting out like big Zeppelins; she laughed at me and told me to hit her with my weak punches. She went on to tell me I was pathetic and weak like all American pigs. She was believing her own hype; apparently, she had not watched any of my matches or they sold her on the idea that everyone I was fighting was weak.

She laughed and put her hands on her hips and thrust her **** out like Super girl, when she did I hit her with everything I had in her solar plexus. The force of my punch knocked her 10' back and she vomited and folded up before passing out. She rolled twice before coming to a stop laying down, she was spread eagled.

As she was slapped awake by her trainer, I stood ready as she gasped and then vomited again, she gasped and sucked air. She got up and held her chest, I followed close and everyone screamed for her to get up and kill me like she was trained to do. She got up and she did her super hero charge at me as fast as she could, straight left punch hard and fast. I side stepped her punch and grabbed her wrist and yanked her through as I tripped and tossed her in front of me, she flipped and landed on her back.

I twisted her arm in a spinning arm bar and placed my feet on her neck and ribs, before setting down on her I yanked her left arm and pulled, I heard >> CRUNCH POP SCRUNCH <<, she screamed and her team called for a break; I yanked her left arm out of its socket, the judges told me to break the hold. I kicked her away and got up. She was not such a ‘Superwoman’ now; I put an end to that.

I walked back to the corner and her coach put her arm back in place and her shoulder broke, she wailed in agony, the Polish team informed the UECT judges she could not fight any more, I think her socket cracked, that and broke 2 ribs. The ten minutes went past and they had put her arm in a sling, I waited to see what was going to happen, they decided to pull out of the tournament, I was declared the winner, they raised my hand, I walked out of the ring and kissed Mei.

The polish team walked back to the locked room, I heard >> BANG, BANG <<. Mei jumped and I turned around to see what happened, I was told to go rest and get ready to travel to Tasmania. Mei told me this was messed up, I told her I knew, but we were too far along in the tournament, they weren't going to turn anyone loose, they were bloodthirsty murdering bastards.

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[h=L’Nayah]1[/h]
There were now only the three death matches left to do on Tasmania. They flew us there on Tuesday July 3, rested on Wednesday and then I fought L’Nayah on Thursday 5th July, rested Friday 6th, fought Catherine the Great on Saturday 7th, rested Sunday 8^th, fought Marcy on Monday 9th July, end of Tournament.

So, the next step was a long flight to Melbourne, Australia, then the ferry to Tasmania. We stayed in a private bungalow on the Northern part of the Island We started from Devonport and drove inland to a cove near a crocodile area filled with crocs; any losers would be crocodile chow. Everything bogged down as we moved inland in a couple of big, modified deuce and a half land truck with wide tires on its treads, leaving a distinct trail behind us, (easy for Interpol to follow when they finally got on the tail of the UECT.) We drove 2 hours till we hit dense wood and vines they already had the huge double skin 100-man 30x60 Stakedown Camouflaged tent and two smaller camouflaged tents in a clearing patch of jungle near Tasmania’s Great Lake in the centre of the island.

It sounds exotic, but it was hot and muggy as **** and infested with mosquitoes. BTW don’t swim in the lake, fair warning to the wise, yes there are predators in the lake, Crocs and other things; one of the judges got close to the waters edge and never came in, they got lost, no doubt deserved getting eaten, I would not be shocked.

After their inhumane plunge into depravity there is nothing to like about these twisted Judges. The flora was like that of central America, trees and jungle and vines, the fauna distinctly Australian, populated by many marsupial mammals and predators, particularly in bodies of water, such as the nearby lake which was infested by Crocodiles.

I was to fight L’Nayah on Thursday 5th July 2012. L’Nayah, was a French 6’ 3” big muscled Amazon from the French Polynesian Islands with wild black hair and big breasts. She was a tall French *****, she was also a cheater, you’ll see how soon. The redhead was thin muscled like a biker; her build was wiry, so to speak - straight as a poker, muscle tone and cut but slim in build. She had two perfect cannon ball size real ****, guts and all, on her chest, very sleek hour glass shape, but this ***** was a druggie, she had used HGH and stem cells to build up her **** huge, you could tell, - for her body they didn't seem quite right.

Mei caught her trainer injecting her **** with a pinkish fluid with a looooooooooong needle in her ****. I would guess it was HGH Steroids and stem cells to help her keep her figure in her breasts. A little while later she was popping pills

Well that was only one of her cheating ploys, she had also super glued razor blades in with her silk wrapped nails, she really did have daggers for claws.

L'Nayah she was 6'3" 175lbs huge 44EE breasts 24" waist 35" hips muscle tone and cut but lanky

So we walked in the big tent as they were setting up and I seen the others so we went to the other tents to get ready, I just took my clothes off, I waited for what was to be done, and waited for my slot. They paired me with L’Nayah; they told us we could rest for the day. L'Nayah wanted me to know I was dead; she made a point of standing on her tippy toes and looking down at me. She screamed at me when I didn't respond to her and shoved me back, I upper cut her in the solar plexus and kneed her in her face. She fell on her *** and held her nose. I turned and walked back to the tent to get food, the judges warned us not to fight until they were ready. The big titted masked blond laughed as the set the bell up.

We ate and then I slept in the trailer bus, Mei rubbed ointment in my sore spots.
So the night went on, uneventful; well, not totally, me and Mei got kind of heavy.

The next day was the day we were to fight. Breakfast was a glare fest, very tense, all the fighters were glaring at each other, I didn't care, and I just wanted to get through it. I ate a light breakfast and left the table first, the rest started to pig out. I left with Mei and mom behind me getting me warmed up. Mei worked my shoulders, mom warmed up my legs, Mei told me I was tense, my muscles felt like rock; I said, “Good maybe it will help me.”

Everyone filtered out of the (breakfast) tent and came to the main tent; I was still warming up as they got there. ****ing L'Nayah was a no talent *****, but we were at the time of the fight now. I climbed into the ring and so did L'Nayah. The big titted blond in white robes, who was there as some sort of totem presence and to read us the rules, uncovered her huge Zeppelin-like **** and walked to the center of the ring to explain the rules to us, which were, ‘No weapons and we fight till one of us is dead.’ I said ok and took a step back, the blond closed her robes and the bell tomed: ‘DOOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~’ Then we heard “FIGHT” as the blond slid out of the ring.

The French redhead lunged at me then did a leaping side kick, I seen the leap or lunge turn into a side ways kick and turned to avoid her kick. She back chopped me as I moved as she tried to recover from my dodge, when she did she caught me in my left breast with her fingernails and I felt the cut. Looking at the side of my breast she had cut my left *** with a small surface scratch, it was a clean looking what looked like a paper cut, two of them in close proximity of each other running parallel her pinky finger nail and ring finger nail.

I called for the judges to check her before we fought, she claimed I was calling foul, but there was none from me; I said, “She is cheating!” She said, “No. French never cheat!” I said, “Yeah right,” sarcastically, “Check her!” I said.

The Judges called for her to be searched, she refused. She said for them to check me, I was cheating. I said, “If you want to check me fine, feel me up and down!” I stood spread eagle like they do at the airports, palms up and fingers spread.

Her reverse psychology just got shot to **** in flames. The judges checked me even in my ***** for weapons, my hair and under my ****, and my nails. I was clean. L'Nayah was looking for any way to get out of being checked, mind you, I had claws, but not razors. My natural nails were really sharp for fighting with.

The security men bought her in front of the judges who looked at her nails. It was clear she had super glued the small custom fight Exacto knifes under each of her nails, filed down and silk wrapped them. So when they discovered her cheating they gave her one of two and then three options: The first one was that her and her trainer suffer the same fate and be shot; her trainer protested that he knew nothing about her nails, they said they doubted that. Second was that they cut them down to the quick for the match, she would fight without nails. The third option was that she fights but no breaks or benefits; I had to raise my eyebrows to that, it made no sense!

She didn't think about what she chose; -- she chose #3. The judges said ok, and a Guard pulled out a gun and shot her trainer and her coach, both in the head, killing them both
in front of her, then they rang the bell again for her to fight.

She stood there in shock like it had not happened, she was not believing her eyes my, worst fears were being realized; I knew I had to win, I had no choice, if I didn't there would be consequences.

I gave L'Nayah a few minutes to get herself together. She had chosen to keep her claws and she killed her coach and trainer on top of losing her 10minute break if things went bad for her, there was nothing to say I felt bad about, I have started the ball rolling but she chose the path it would take; if she had decided to cut her nails they would still be alive. From here on out I will say it was not much of a fight in this respect, I was not about to let her get her nail in me.

Sara White Doe: L’Nayah turned to face me, she was pissed off, - it was now MY fault that her coach and trainer were dead, she held me responsible, not herself for tricking her nails out with razor blades, and it was my fault because I spoke up and pointed out her cheating.

She ran at me with her nails out, I grabbed her wrists and she started to kick me in my lower body, trying to get her nails in my face; she kneed my kitty hard and her index finger got my cheek, I kneed her in her **** lifting her off the floor then head butted her;
She acted like I had not hit her ‘til I did it again >> WHAM, WHAM <<, she screamed out and her head snapped back, blood ran from her mouth as I mashed her nose flat with a fourth head butt >> CRUNCH <<, she fell to her knees and I kneed her in the face, she passed out.

I decided to take care of the threat, I twisted her arms in a double broken arrow chicken wing hold and then Yanked UP…I shoved and pushed as I lifted her off the floor and everyone heard the loud >> CRUNCH POP <<. She shuddered and woke up in hellish agony but could not use her arms.

I hung her in the corner legs on the outside of the ropes, she screamed out as I started to work on her breasts like speed bags. Everything was done to her breasts that should not be done to healthy breasts, I savagely beat her **** like speed bags and slaps, - now as you know, before I left Montana to travel to La Fortuna, I was benching 625lbs and lifting about 800 something in dead lift, my punches would destroy concrete blocks, - I know because I have done it; I slapped, punched and kicked her **** bloody on her chest, swollen and also swelling to 3 times their size, they ripped open from pressure tears from my fists and feet, as they split I ripped her ******s off and blood gushed down her front.

As I raked my nails in her breasts and her under sides, she wailed in agonised blood curdling screams as I tore her breasts from her body and hung them from her body down to the floor by her tissue I ripped them off her chest as she bled out on the floor; - I was told or declared the winner.

If she had not cheated her coach and trainer would be alive. The match upset Mei. I had decided I was done with the UECT and this made my point, I wanted out.

But I had to finish the tournament, mostly because I had been delivered an envelope of my ranch and pictures of people I knew or had known. Then I found out then that my gold mining camp had been burned down. Two Owls said nothing to me, so I was wondering if I was being told the truth or if someone had doctored pictures of a burnt building.

No, I was not angry with her, but I could not deal with it at that moment, I was trying to figure out how to get out of this and everyone still be alive.

So now we are on my rest period and then I face Catherine The Great.
But first a day's rest to soak and recover, which I did.

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[h=Catherine The Great]1[/h]
Catherine was a 5' 9" English **** with huge ********. After I fought L'Nayah I got a day to rest and soak in the tub. Then we got the slots for the next day’s events, I was to face the sandy haired blondish self proclaimed Catherine The Great.

She was thick built; she looked stout, some tone, not cut, barrel chest and thick arms and legs, almost like an Olympic power lifter, but thinner. Her **** were huge, she was 42 G cup 29” waist, 38" hips, she was thick built her abs were more like barely visible 4 pack abs. You could tell that she trained like an old style brawler:

She reminded me of a motorcycle biker ***** I fought in Indiana back a few years ago; she was at the Bean Blossom Boogie down in Brown County, once a year motorcycle riders or Biker Groups / Gangs come there for a festival. I fought one of their ‘Old Ladies’ in a nude catfight in their mini tournament. Anyway, off topic slightly.

Catherine flexed her bulky arms and legs before the match, mostly she was mocking me because I look very much cut and tone and huge in build, she was trying to provoke me.
Like I said she was a **** she had her own sound track and also her own highlight reel showing off her **** and ***** and girls she killed in fights and flexing her not defined muscles.

She had a thick guttural English Accent, like you hear on TV. Her accent was like she was an old English ***** from the water front bars. Her ******s and areolas were tattooed deep red, you could tell it was not natural; she had a tattoo of a Queens Crown with her name on it on her right ***.

I climbed in the ring and warmed up and she made a show for the cameras, mostly showing off her shaved mound and **** as she spread her legs and lips, - Rude, Crude and Socially unacceptable.

The blond with the Zeppelin breasts came walking out of her corner and opened her robes to show us her body; she told us the rules No Weapons (((Which seemed to be happening A LOT this year))), the fight was to the death. Sara White Doe: she had a referee check us for weapons; he even looked in our *******, making a point to stick his hand almost all the way in me to check for foreign weapons. I know he made a point of feeling around in me, but for what it is worth, he made a point of feeling her up and almost trying to fist her. She told him to “Push off and get shagged,” or something like that. Then they tome the big glass bell ‘DOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmm~’ and as miss Zeppelin **** slid out of the ring as they said, “FIGHT.”

We circled each other and she called me a poncey rag chicken ****, I didn't care she was acting like a ****. She hooked a fist in my right breast mashing my *** in my ribs, I groaned and countered with a right left cross hitting her in her ******s, then upper cut her chin >> CRACK <<, her head snapped back as she fell on her *** and called me a cheeky *****.

Catherine got back up and lunged into me, fists raised and in full swing and she screamed, “You will bow to your new Queen! -- *****!” She started to throw punches and kicks I mostly blocked and counter punched, she seemed to like to punch breasts, up until I cut loose with my full strength and upper cut her in the breasts several times and then used an Iron Palm strike to her solar plexus, she GASPED a silent scream, as I knocked her back she again fell on her *** as I heard her ***** lips splat on the floor.

We were both covered in red splotches, she gasped and coughed, I changed my stance as she got up on her feet and waved her hands like she wanted a break, I watched her
then she called for a break, we had barely fought for 2 minutes and she called for a break!

I dropped my fists and turned to walk back to my corner and she lunged and got me in the back, - she raked all her nails down my back; I felt her dig in my back until my back was on fire! As she kicked and hit me, she kneed me in the *** and dug her nails in me. I screamed out as she pulled down my back. Blood ran as I back elbowed her in the face and ribs twice.

She moved as I hit her then turned and slammed her crushing her in the corner, she gasped again but I didn't let up, I kept hammering her in the corner. I beat her face and ****, she tried to force out and I jumped and kneed her in the face and then as she rebounded I head butt her in the face as hard as I could. Mei shouted something at me I turned and seen her trainer running at me, I jumped back and in one-hit-back-chop I caught him in the throat and his feet left the floor as I see his neck snap.

She bolted out of the corner into a full force straight arm right punch Shotokan Karata, - her teeth broke as I seen her head snap back she joined her trainer on the floor, she rolled side ways holding her mouth, that’s when the bell tolled again, I looked around and seen Mei had screamed for my break; she called me over, I didn't realise that Catherine had gouged down a piece of skin near my spine; she was using silk wrapped nails, I came over and Mei sat me down.

Mom and Mei looked and cleaned my back up, it felt like acid got dumped on my back I screamed out in an agonized wail of pain as they sewed me back together as I felt needles and thread and super glue do their work. Steri strips were put in place so they could sew me up; they worked all through the 10 minutes and stopped my bleeding.

The security men dragged the body of the trainer off to the side; they left the Great Catherine lying on the floor holding her face. Mei stood out in the ring and brought the attention of the Judges to the fact that the Great Catherine was using silk wrapped nails filed down to a razor edge. They told her to stop interfering in the tournament; she started to point out their flaws, I shouted at Mei to come back. I asked Mei to please come back to the corner. She walked back to the corner.

I walked out of my corner and Catherine jumped up to her feet and came at me with her nails out, I leaped to match her, - Double knee strike to her face, she went limp; I grabbed her up by her breasts and pressed her over my head, she tried to get her legs around me as I body slammed her to the ground. The floor shook.

She gasped for air as I lifted her up then slammed her again, she gasped and stomped me in my breasts, I backed up the hit was hard enough to break a few stitches. She got up and tried to do a jump kick to get me down, I grabbed her ankle and wailed two strong kicks in her open *****, my foot smacked off her shaved smooth mound with two hollow POP POP. She folded and I snapped my foot in her chin, she gurgled and fell back as I gathered my self.

She got up and tried to lunge again, I grabbed her in a bear hug and head butted her in the face again; she kneed me, I head butted her, she went limp in my arms, I head butt her again, her face was a bloody mess.

I turned her up side down in a full scale pile driver and drove her down into the floor, her spinal cord drove up in her brain, her neck split open, she peed out and ****. I grabbed her hands and lifted her up and I showed the Judges that she had silk wrapped nails. They didn't care. I broke her arm and left the ring. She was dead; Mei helped me out of the ring.

I spent the whole day and all of the next day soaking in the tub. They sealed me up and doctored me. It had been a rough fight, it was hard, I spent all my time healing, and my back hurt for a long while after, I was lucky I had Mei and mom with me.

This brings us to the last fight, -- Marcy.

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[h=Marcy]1[/h]
During the next day we got a visit from the German judge, he spoke with a thick German accent but in English. Mr. Blond hair blue eyes came in bearing what I guess he thought was an offer; the next fight I was asked to lose to Marcy, in exchange everyone I knew gets to live. “It’s a small price to let Marcy win the tournament,” he said. I grabbed his throat and lifted him off the floor and squeezed my nails in his windpipe.

I asked him, as he peed his pants, if he thought he was as protected as he thought he was.
I told him I could kill him and everyone in the camp before they knew I was there; I didn't have to fight like a wrestler, I knew more about warfare than he ever could. I dropped him on the floor with a bloody throat and coughing.

“Do I kill you now or do I kill all of you? - Is that fair? - It is very generous!” I said. He scrambled to his feet and ran out of my room. I looked at mom and Mei, I asked them, “Go or fight? Either way this is my last tournament,” I said. “Either way we end up fighting. I have never quit anything in my life. If I quit they say I lose and then they will send squads after us. If I win we take a chance of getting out of here and then we can get more help; we have friends.”

Mom thought about it and Mei told me her place was with me.
Mom said fight, Mei said fight, and I said ok well I guess we fight.

The day stretched into afternoon, most of my smaller cuts healed, mom sealed my back, new stitches and a bottle of New Skin, like nail polish but it makes a scab.
The Judges called for us and we walked out, the room was very quite… eerily quiet.

We walked into the tent and Marcy walked in… I thought I was staring at a want to be impostor of me!

Marcy was from Italy but some one had gone to great pains to make her look like me! She was 6', 170 lbs, they had given her steroids and HGH and built her breasts up, the one difference between me and her was that in a prior fight she had her left ****** tore off, - chewed off, bit off, which ever, - it was gone from her chest, but they had taken a lot of time to make her look like me, she even looked like me in the face! Mei and mom wondered if they were not trying to replace me with a stand in they could control.

I climbed in the ring and Marcy climbed in the ring, she got in the ring the same way as I did, she was like looking in a mirror. She walked like I did and when I warmed up she did the same thing, - eerie my ***, it was creepy on a whole new level of weird.

She was as big as me and built like me but they had taken short cuts to get her to the size she was, the one thing I knew she was if they had done that which I was sure they did, she was not as strong as me. I had to wonder if she knew as much about combat as I did, I doubted it.

We walked up to the blond woman with Zeppelin ****; her white mask was shiny white like it had been cleaned and polished. Marcy stared at me and when I looked at the masked blond she looked at the masked blond (CREEPY)). She explained the rules, No weapons and we fight to the death. I got ready to say ok and Marcy said, “OK fine.” I'll be dam if she didn't even sound like me!

It was Clear at that point; Marcy had been trained to be me! They had taken great pains to make a clone or replacement of me; I looked at her and had seen they tried to copy my scars on my body on her. She smiled at me, the blond backed out of the ring and they rung the Bell, I can say I hated that ****ing bell as of right then. Marcy took a step back with her right like me, the bell tomed again with that droning ‘DOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmmmm~’ sound.

She started to circle to the right like me, so I decided to not be me, I decided to be Rachel, which she was trained like me but fought different, I seen in Marcy that I had become predictable I had been viewed fighting so many times that they had learned some of how I fought. Rachel's style was like Tiger Kung fu mixed with Bear and other styles, I had learned all the same but preferred my own style, as did Rachel, but I knew Marcy could not know my sister.

Marcy came in with a hooked right cross in my solar plexus like I some times did, I countered her attack with Rachel's attack I spun right as she threw her punch, my right elbow head level and she blocked, but then I always did as she just did, but then I stomped her left foot; she was not prepared.

My attacks are sharp and fast and exact and Marcy’s were sloppy, Marcy’s were copied moves but not as fast or like mine. Yes I admit I am a perfectionist as far as moves just like the Shaolin Monks, I train, train, train, train. I do strive for the perfect combat form like the Amazons, but then I was trained to be an Amazon.

Marcy backed up and then lunged at me like I would with a super side kick, which I caught and kicked her in the ***** - toes in, she yelped. I said to her as we fought,
“You should have spent more time in fighting than trying to look like me!” I was lathering foam - ******l fluid down my thighs, I asked her if fighting made her excited like me, as I twisted her foot and ankle hard in a quick snapping move, “No, you’re not lathered like me, *****. Fighting does not drive you to be perfect in combat to give your body your all,” I told her.

She got up and I kicked her across the ring to her corner, she rebounded off the corner, I asked, “Can you go four hours none stop in combat?” She took up a T stance with me and raised her fist. I walked in; I asked her if she had spent every hour or moment making her self into a weapon from the age of six? She leaned in to sweep kick and throw two double rights and left crosses like I have done.

I hooked my fists and blocked her twice then jumped her inside outside sweeping hook kick; I quickly did a spin kick catching her in the abs, which she didn't tighten up like I do. “DO you know the counters to all the fighting styles I know that I have been trained in?” Snap kick to her chin. “ARE your thoughts and actions ONE like mine?” I asked. I did a double knife hand strike to her solar plexus. She staggered back.

“HOURS and YEARS of combat over 1000's of hours training.” Block, block, block, forward driving knee in her abs, again not tightened, double Axe hammer to her back on her spine between her shoulder blades; she gasped and vomited, I yanked her arms back and dropped with her face down in the ring.

I rolled off to the left, not the right, she kicked at her right side, I yanked her long black hair, my hand knotted up in her hair, pulled her back, she came up in a kick, I kneed her toes as they came up >> CRACK << SNAP<<<. She screamed as my jumping upper cut caught her in the face >> CRACK <<. She dropped to the floor, she screamed for her break, I let go of her hair and let her get up.

“DO you have any where near my constitution?” I asked. “I can answer that *****…NO!” She kept limping to the corner, I watched her, her face was bleeding and her injured ******less breast was bleeding.

Sara White Doe: Marcy & her group had spent all their time trying to copy me but they should have worked more on her training. So I got to listen to her trainer scream at her about her not wiping the floor with me, she should be able to beat me and keep pace with me, she was doing the fighting wrong. Marcy said she was perfect, she copied me flawlessly; mom said no she was very sloppy and slower than I was. Mom then left me to go attack some of the other guards and she used a knife from the table, mom killed four guards, knifed a few guards out of sight out of mind.

I listened to Marcy’s trainer’s ***** session and the counter ***** session about how she was failing and about how I had learned different or I was fighting different. The bell rang out and I walked out she copied me and walked out mocking me…I slowly started Bruce Lee's Jin Que Do, loose and reactionary. She didn't understand, this was not how I came out in my second session, which I could see frustrated her.

She followed me circling to my right closer I had already decided to change my attacks to the next 3 forms including Crane Mantis and Tiger mixed with MMA and Judo, my mind blended each move in my head. I started with Dragon, which offers Iron claw, she came in to close the distance on me, she started with the quick strike like Kempo as she came in she kicked, right chop left chop right chop, and NONE of it hit me.

My answer was Crane, block, Crane, block, Mantis, nerve strike, left breast, Mantis, nerve strike, left Chin strike, Iron Palm hard to her sternum, Phoenix wing heel kick to the right jaw; she fell back, she staggered around, as the blood flow stopped she punched at me, I grabbed and followed her right arm down, Dragon claw with Iron strike, Tiger cuts, Bamboo side kick, - I heard her hip >> SNAP <<.

Her collarbone shattered as I hit her again with Iron fist; she spit blood, she stood for a second before she fell in the ropes.

I used Dragon Claw on her breasts, raking my nails through her breasts, they were bloody and her skin tore. Her breasts were not full of muscle like mine, she spit blood again as I shredded her breasts, her implant fell out.

The first breast to be ruined was her left breast as her breast tore open where she had stitches. I had shredded her thick breast tissue, she cried out as she tried to get off the ropes, I dropped down and knife hand strike spearing her open ******.

She wailed and she gasped, I shove deep and gripped her uterus and yanked down, she wailed in agony as I tore some of her sex out of her. Blood ran from her nose and mouth and her eyes turned blood red, she again coughed, I got up and she hung in the ropes. And here is where Marcy died in the ropes, she just spasmed and died.

I addressed the judges at the table in front of their cameras for the most part I told them I was out I was not doing this any more they could pay me my winning and take their title and shove it up their *****…

There were too many want to be Pin and Press Barbie’s,
Too many Cheaters,
Too Many No Talent Druggies,
Too Many Weapons cheaters,
Too Many women used as cannon fodder,
I am done with your stupid Steroid built Muscle bound cunts.

Mei called me as the Judges whispered among themselves. I turned to look at Mei, they talked to the guards, and Mei walked over to me as the Guard took aim and fired at me…

Mei blocked the shot and fell into me…
Mom fired from the right side as I caught Mei.

Mom tossed me a gun, a FNP91, small bull pup design…
More guards came in, I shot three as they raised their guns, and mom killed two more At the Judges table I killed 6 of them but missed the 7th judge; we heard more shots out side and Interpol now showed up.

Mom and me left with my clothes, we tracked through the small trail down a pathway, we hiked, and it was dark. I dressed in the woods; it took me a bit to recover. I lost Mei, I had to leave her, we heard the sounds of gun fire behind us; I didn't sleep, mom scouted ahead, I just cried, it hurt so bad, I had a hole in me, ripped from me.

Mom and I made our way to the port and took a small fishing boat to the port of Melbourne; we went in land but they (Interpol) were looking for me. I tend to stand out. About a week in, even with me taking caution, they caught me as we left for an old Schooner going to Japan.

They released mom and four days later I was flown to London, then they transferred me to New York after one week in London and there I stayed until… well, you know the rest…see the 2012 Tournament diary in the Files section of this group.

That finishes the 2012 UECT.
And finishes the UECT literally!


I hope you all like this,

Love, Sara and mom

Edited by Piers night.

[mmike20064]

A great and exciting story.
It is a pity that some words are hidden by ****.
The problem is English is not my first language so I don't understand all.
What is the reason for the ****?
Thank you very much.

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