MOM's Basement Business 2 by Mr. Cage

[cage]

WARNING: This is a fantasy of extreme nature about violent, brave, lusty people who are willing to personally suffer the consequences or reap the rewards of their actions with out regards to the norms of modern society or the qualms of conscious. Don?t read it if you are not interested in such topics or at all squeamish. Also, make sure you are mature enough to know the difference between illusion and reality. This is not a how to book.

Chapter Two - Mom?s Business in the Basement by Mr. Cage

We were sitting at the breakfast table. As we ate each one of us kids asked Mom to buy us something. My youngest sister wanted a new bicycle. My middle sister wanted a cell phone. And I chimed in that I wanted a new computer of my own that I didn?t have to share with my sisters. Mom told us to get a job if we wanted anything new because we didn?t have the money. I mumbled something and she looked at me with that look that said one more word and I?d be eating a slap. My youngest sister didn?t see the signal and started going off on how we never had anything new. My middle sister pinched her under the table and nodded to Dad?s empty chair. He had died in an accident and left us with insurance and Mom?s shop as support. Of course I knew Mom had a second business in the basement, but I wasn?t going to mention that. My sister yelped and jerked away from her older sister and started bitching about things again.

My Mom finally said, ?How much do you want a bicycle??

?More than anything in the world!? gushed my little sister.

My Mom turned to each of us and asked if we would be willing to work for an hour or two to get the things we were asking for. We each said yes. She nodded and said she would see what she could do, but it would be the hardest job we had ever had. Then she laughed to herself. Suddenly I wondered if I already might know what we were getting ourselves into.

The following Saturday at the breakfast table she announced, ?If you still want to work for your things we can all go to work tonight, but its all of you or none of us and its going to be a rough job.?

My sisters immediately agreed, but I waited for an explanation.

Mom explained, ?You have a chance to fight for money tonight in a private arena across town. I?ve been there before with your father. The fights are very rough and even if you win chances are you will be hurt. Just fighting will get you enough money for the bicycle, Jamie, and the cell phone, Beth. Winning will get you more. Jim if you win, I?ll make up the difference between what you get and the cost of the computer. If you lose you can put the money toward the computer and maybe fight again.?

?What kind of fights?? I asked.

?I don?t care! I want to fight for my bicycle!? yelled my youngest sister.
Mom said, ?Since this is your first fight you will be fighting other first time fighters. You will fight them two times for ten minutes each time. Once the fight starts you can?t give up. The fight goes on until the ten minutes is up or one of you is knocked out. Even if you are hurt you have to go back in the ring and take a beating. After two rounds you can quit and collect the loser?s pay or you can fight on. The third round goes on until one of you gives up or is knocked out.?

I asked, ?What kind of rules??

?We don?t have rules in kids fights because once you start hurting one another you don?t follow the rules, so it includes biting, clawing, punching, kicking, head butting and every kind of dirty fighting you can think of. Like I said, you will get hurt. You?ll start out wearing white leotards. You get prizes for ripping them off and a prize for getting your opponent?s leotard bloodier than your own. Still want to fight?? she asked expecting us to back down.

Beth asked, ?You mean we could lose our clothes??

?Any thing could happen! It is a brutal no rules fights and nobody can help you once it starts so think long and hard about it. At least the kids you will be fighting with this time are as inexperienced as you,? she answered.

Little Jamie spouted, ?I?ll fight. I?m not afraid and I want my bike.?

Beth had become very body conscious. She was proud of her growing breasts and young girl?s body, but she was also very self-conscious and very modest. I figured she would beg off when she thought about being stripped in front of a crowd.

Beth asked, ?So I?ll be fighting a girl, my age? And how big is she??

Mom said, ?You will each be matched with someone of your age and sex although sometimes boys and girls fight, but this time I got you perfect matches. From what I gathered you will be taller, but you may be outweighed, but if that?s because their fat that?s an advantage in the long run.?

Beth looked at her feet and then said, ?I?ll fight.?

Everyone in the room turned to me and waited. I wasn?t so sure I wanted a computer right then, but if my little sisters were going to fight, I couldn?t back down. I had been in three fist fights in my life. I had won the one that teachers didn?t break up. My sisters were looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded okay.

So there we were that evening. We drove to a parking lot across town into an empty area of small offices and warehouses. The lot had about forty cars in it. We went inside what looked to be an empty warehouse and met a man who showed us to room that had three benches and about twenty lockers in it. There was a shower stall and bathroom off to the side. He gave us our leotards. We opened the lockers and dressed between the doors to protect our modesty. The leotards weren?t thick, but tissue thin and very tight. I knew everything showed and I guessed that was the purpose. Only my hands, neck and feet were uncovered. When we were finished all of us were dressed in white. Mom led us out of the dressing room into a small office where we sat and waited. Then we went out as a team.

There in the middle of the warehouse was a thick pad, maybe ten by ten feet, surrounded by a chain link fence about four feet tall with two swinging gates. The corners of the square enclosure were secured by cables to four support poles. The fence looked pretty sturdy. Around the outside of the fence stood a number of men, women and children, many of them dressed in leotards. Mom led us to an area that was less crowded and we had a close up view of the fighting arena.

Mom whispered, ?The new fighters will be up first, so get ready. When your name is called you?ll go to the gate. They?ll close the gate and ring a bell. There won?t be anybody inside the fence to help you until the next bell rings or until the two out of three knockout judges for your fight say you are helpless. Remember now, fight all out, hurt them, strip them and make them bleed. If you really get a good cut and strip them try and use their leotard to soak up the blood. You want to hurt them so much in the first two rounds that they won?t fight a third. They?ll be doing the same to you.?

A man rang a bell and yelled, ?First up tonight are six newcomers who want to make some money and splatter some blood. First to fight are two young and fierce girls, Jamie and Maria.?

Jamie went to the door and walked inside. She was facing a brown skinned girl who was obviously of Mexican descent. Jamie had our mother?s dark skin, but nothing quit so dark as Maria. Both girls had dark black hair, but Jamie?s was curlier and perhaps an inch or two longer. Both were the same age and had yet to truly grow any boobs, although Jamie showed more than Maria. I guessed Jamie was 4?7?? and eighty pounds and Maria was 4?5?? and ninety pounds. Both girls looked very nervous. Mom pushed her way to the side of the fence and started yelling for Jamie. Maria?s mother and father were across the way and they shouted encouragement to their daughter. Soon the crowd was roaring and yelling instructions. Money was being wagered on the little girls, who would draw first blood, who would strip who first. It was really brutal and coarse. Maria looked far more scared than Jamie. Then the bell rang!

Jamie and Maria both screamed like banshees and ran toward each other with their hands up. This wasn?t going to be a sporting affair. This was clearly going to be a wild catfight between two girls with no experience whatsoever. They slammed together and immediately twisted their hands in one another?s black hair, jerking and pulling. Both girls cried out in pain and added kicking to one another?s shins. They screamed and yelled at each other to stop, but neither let up. They spun in a tight little circle pulling hair and kicking. Their mothers screamed instructions as did everyone else. I had never seen such brutal bloodlust in any group before. These people loved fights!
Jamie?s left foot caught Maria?s right ankle just right and my little sister pushed her tiny rival backwards. The dark brown girl fell down with a thud, pulling my sister down on top of her. Jamie landed and spread her legs on either side of Maria?s hips. They continued to scream and pull hair. Tears were on both sets of cheeks. Maria kicked her little legs and twisted underneath my sister. Mom yelled for Jamie to hit the little bitch?s face. Jamie kept Maria?s head down with a wad of black hair in her left hand, drew back her right hand and delivered a hard push punch with a half open hand. It wasn?t a slap, it wasn?t a punch and it wasn?t a claw. It was a combination of all three. Maria yelped anyway. Mom yelled for sis to double up her fist. Jamie squeezed her little hand together and she hit the Latina hard in the left eye. It was a perfect punch and it hurt Maria. She cried out and covered her face with both hands and yelled for Jamie to stop.

Jamie paused for a second and my Mom yelled, ?Bust that little cunt in the head. Hurt her! Hurt her!?

Jamie closed her eyes and started hitting at Maria again and again. Her little fist bounced off the screaming girl?s hands and arms more often than not, but she got through several times. Maria?s mom was going crazy. Maria reached up with her right hand and clawed at Jamie?s neck. Her little fingers snagged the tissue thin leotard neckband and pulled downward. The neckband split at the seams all too easily. The front tore down a little, but Jamie kept punching. One of her shots must have got Maria just right because her nose started to bleed. Several of the people watching cheered and collected bets. They went even wilder.

Jamie suddenly edged up on Maria?s chest and she got her right knee on Maria?s left arm pinning it down. Then she started pounded Maria?s face with her right fist with rapid fire punches, smacking the smooth brown skin again and again. Maria pulled her right hand down and covered her face. Jamie warmed to the fight, grabbed the right arm and held it down so she could cover it with her left knee. She got the perfect schoolgirl pin. Maria tried to buck her off, but Jamie rode her well. Maria?s mom yelled instructions and the desperate tearful girl tried to bite Jamie, but her teeth weren?t close enough. Mom yelled instructions to Jamie to mess up her face.

Jamie put her right hand on Maria?s head and forced the left side down on the mat exposing the right. Jamie started pumping her hard little left fist down into the right side of the Latina girl?s face. If Jamie had been bigger and stronger I?m sure it would have knocked out Maria. Instead she just pounded the little girl brutally. Maria cried and sobbed and struggled. Jamie pounded her again and again. Maria?s nose and mouth started to pour blood and she coughed and gagged.

Mom yelled get up and kick her. Jamie stood up and Maria rolled onto her stomach crying. Jamie stomped down on Maria?s back again and again. Maria rolled and Jamie followed kicking her in the side, back and stomach until the little girl was trapped against the fence. Jamie grabbed the fence and started stomping down on the busted up girl repeatedly. She kicked and stomped until the bell rang. The referee jumped into the ring and pulled Jamie off. My little sister was wild and wanted to finish the fight.
He handed her over the fence to Mom. Mom hugged her and put down on the floor. Jamie was gasping and crying, but her face was red and looked savage. She had really gotten into the fight. The man handed the bloody brown girl over the fence. Blood had stained her leotard in a little v-shape. She was crying and sobbing, holding her mother?s leg and crying out loud. Little Jamie had whipped ass for sure.

Before I could recover my name was called. My opponent was named Jason and he was skinnier and shorter than me. I had gotten a good spurt of growth was a tall thin 5?11?? hoping to get to at least my father?s 6?4??. I weighed 165 pounds. I guessed Jason was two inches shorter and fifteen pounds lighter. He was pale white with short blonde hair and I was slightly darker, being closer to my Dad?s complexion than Mom?s. Our fight was a lot different than the girls. We punched, kneed and used schoolyard wrestling holds. I think I was getting the worst of it until I got him in a head lock near the fence and rammed his head down on the metal rail on the top of the fence. Everyone cheered accept his supporters who cussed me fiercely. It split open his forehead and filled both his eyes with a coat of blood. After that I had my way with him, even remembering to rip his white leotard down the back when he turned around trying to cover his face. The first round ended with both of us tired and hurt, but I had definitely finished strong.

Next up was Beth. She had gotten a spurt of growth too and was like Mom very tall for a girl her age at 5?8?? and 120 pounds. Her opponent, Charlotte, was 5?4?? and weighed 140 fat girl pounds. She had a pale white complexion, blue eyes and light blonde hair that curled down over her shoulders. Beth?s dark black hair was to the middle of her thin waist. Both girls looked extremely nervous. Charlotte looked like her big tits, ass and belly were about to bust out of the tissue thin leotard and Beth didn?t like the way her hard nipples or her prominent mound, bush and pussy lips were showing through.

Beth and Charlotte circled one another uncertainly. As the crowd urged them on they got closer and closer, still not wanting to tangle up. Finally my Mom?s screams at Beth caused her to swing a right hand slap. It missed Charlotte by a mile, but it got the fat blonde girl backing up looking over her shoulder for the edge of the fence. That seemed to add some courage to Beth. She moved forward. The blonde found herself cornered and stepped forward. Beth pushed her hard back into the corner. The two girls froze for a moment and looked at each other seemingly amazed that they were in a fight. The crowd was roaring for somebody to hit out.

Beth swung her right hand. The blonde ducked down and pushed forward ramming into Beth. They grabbed each other on reflex and suddenly they fell over with the blonde landing half on top my sister. Beth groaned and grabbed a handful of blonde hair and jerked the girl?s head to the side. Charlotte screamed and grabbed my sister?s offending wrist with one hand and reached for her face with the other. Both girls had good strong painted nails. Beth screamed as Charlotte scratched her right cheek. That broke the hesitation on both girls? parts.

Beth cursed and pushed up with her legs rolling the fat girl off to the side. Beth scrambled trying to get on top. Charlotte?s knee blocked her. Beth placed her left knee on the girl?s lower belly and put her weight on it. Beth?s knee sunk into the white leotard and the fat girl grunted. Beth moaned as the fat girl punched her hard on the left tit trying to get the black haired girl?s knee out of her lower belly. Beth stayed on top with one hand in the blonde hair and retaliated by dropping her other hand to claw Charlotte?s neck and rip open the neck of the thin leotard. Charlotte gasped and scrambled to keep the leotard in place. Beth jerked hard and the crowd roared as the blonde girl?s right big fat pale white, pink nipple tipped boob flopped out. When Beth let go the ripped and twisted leotard slipped up under the right boob and left it exposed while the left one was threatening to get free.

Charlotte cried out for Beth to stop and tried to cover herself with her hand. Beth stunned me by taking perfect advantage and driving her free fist straight into the fat girl?s screaming mouth. Smack! Charlotte moaned and her head bounced of the mat. Beth?s knuckles or the blonde girl?s teeth had done the job because her lower lip was busted wide open and swelling faster than I had ever seen. Charlotte sobbed and covered her mouth leaving her tit exposed. Beth yelled a war scream and drove her fist straight down crushing the tit flat against the young teen?s breast bone. That got Charlotte twisting and kicking.

Beth?s knee slid off and the blonde tried to roll away. Beth?s hair hold stopped her. Charlotte ended up on her hands and knees head pointed in Beth?s direction with her face pushed into the mat by Beth?s firm, skinny left arm. Mom was yelling for Beth to punch her and Beth did. She moved forward on her knees, holding the blonde?s head down and started hammering wild overhand hammer like right fists down on the blonde?s back. The thuds were followed by grunts and moans. Mom yelled for Beth to go for the ribs and the sides. Beth had her knees on either side of the girl?s head, left hand still in the blonde hair. She leaned forward and started looping rights into the girl?s left side from her hips to her underarms.

Charlotte screamed and suddenly lunged forward driving her head under Beth?s crotch. Beth looked startled and the big girl actually lifted her off her knees. Beth flopped on the girl?s back. Charlotte twisted to the side and tossed Beth off. Free the red face blonde rose up on her knees, her tear stained face and bloody mouth twisted in fury. Beth rolled onto her back just in time for the blonde to land on her in the cross body pin position.

Beth grunted under the big blonde. Charlotte lay across Beth?s chest with her back toward Beth?s head. Beth grabbed her hair. Charlotte suddenly dropped her right hand into my sister?s crotch. The crowd roared. Several women and men yelled show us her cunt. Charlotte dug her nails into the stretched out crotch. Beth screamed and the Charlotte ripped upward, tearing the tissue thin material and opening up my sister?s leotard from her from the middle of her crotch up to her belly button. Her proud mound was and hairy pussy was exposed to the delight of the crowd. Beth screamed and yelled for Charlotte to stop.

Charlotte?s mother yelled for her to claw it. Charlotte did. Beth screamed and drove her left knee up and caught the blonde right in the face as she leaned over to get a view. It was a perfect shot to the nose. The heavier blonde girl groaned, rolled back on top of Beth?s face and grabbed her nose as blood spurted out between her fingers. Charlotte screamed and sat up on her ass looking at the blood on her hand. I guess she thought the fight was over. Beth sat up behind her and looked around not knowing if it was over either. My Mom?s screams convince her it wasn?t. She stood up and started stomp kicking Charlotte in the back. The second kick but the blonde girl on her belly. She was crying for Beth to stop. Beth looked around and saw my Mom?s red, angry face shouted for her to kick the little cunt in the face.

Beth took aim and kicked Charlotte right in the side of her face. Charlotte curled up in the fetal position with her hands around her face crying and begging that she didn?t want to fight anymore. Beth looked uncertainly around. Mom was going crazy as was half the crowd. Beth reached down and grabbed the back of Charlotte?s already ripped leotard and stripped off the body, leaving only the arms and the pants. Charlotte whined and begged. Beth grabbed the waist band of her tissue thin bottoms and ripped up, stretching the band till it too shredded. Charlotte?s big white ass was quickly exposed. The leotard bottom ripped off leaving the thigh and calves still covered.

Beth dropped down on the girl?s back and pulled back on her hair pulling her bloody face and badly swelling nose and puffy eyes up for us to see. Charlotte screamed for mercy. Beth took the torn up leotard and started mopping Charlotte?s blood up. The crowd liked that, but Mom wanted her to finish off Charlotte.

Mom was screaming, ?God damn you girl, choke that cunt out or I?ll switch your ass raw!?

Beth here right arm around Charlotte?s neck and started choking her. Charlotte grabbed and clawed at the arm. Beth rolled to the side pulling Charlotte back between her legs. At fist Beth just hooked her feet into the girl?s exposed crotch, but the screaming crowd convinced her to put on a scissor hold. So my hesitant sister choked out the blonde. The referee announced a knockout about five seconds before the end of the round.

It took a man and a woman, who looked like they knew what they were doing to revive the broken blonde. I saw no way she would be back for the second round. Her parents carried her off and that was considered quitting. She would not get the loser?s money. So Beth had won the match. I didn?t believe it and I knew Beth sure didn?t. Beth got the winner?s share, the strip bonus and the blood bonus.

After they wiped up the blood, my youngest sister and her rival were called back into action. Maria?s face was still bloodstained as was the front of her leotard. She had lost some hair and had some nasty bruises on her face from my little sister?s fists. Jamie had some marks too, but her face was red with excitement. She looked like a little wild animal and Maria looked truly furious too.

At the sound of the bell, they screamed and charged into each other wildly swinging little girl roundhouses. They smacked each other?s head and face back and forth. Black hair swung wildly as they cracked each other across the cheeks. Maria?s nose started to bleed again and she grabbed my sister?s hair and jerked her to the left. Jamie screeched.
Jamie grabbed Maria?s leotard by the shoulders and ripped it downward while driving her knee up hard into the little girl?s belly. Maria?s round belly must not have been tensed because she groaned and bent forward. Her hands went to her belly and she stood there bent over gasping. Jamie grabbed the girl?s hair and jerked her in a circle which was interrupted when Maria?s ass hit the fence. Maria felt to her knees.

My mother screamed for Jamie to knee her in the face. My bitchy sister did as instructed. She held to handfuls of the Mexican girl?s hair in her hands and twisted her face down and into position. Then she drove her pointed little knee up hard cracking the sobbing girl right in the center of the face. Maria cried out and grabbed my sister?s knee. Jamie fell backwards onto the mat with Maria?s bleeding face pressed to her right thigh.

Suddenly Jamie screamed and grabbed for Maria?s hair. When the darker girl?s face was pulled back I could see her teeth deep in my sister?s right thigh just above the knee. Jamie screamed and jerked on the black hair, but Maria kept biting away. My sister rolled side to side and got her left foot drawn up to her hips. Jamie stomp kicked down and hit the top of Maria?s head, knocking her off the thigh. When Maria rolled over on her back stunned, Jamie sat up and looked at her bloody thigh. The white leotard was torn and covered with Maria?s blood. But, it also had some blood from Jamie?s thigh.

Mom yelled for Jamie to get the bitch. Maria rolled onto her side still stunned. Jamie took aim and started wind-milling her feet into Maria?s face and chest. The Mexican girl grunted and rolled to her other side and took the hard little feet on the back of the head, neck and shoulders until she rolled out of range.

Maria was on her hands and knees trying to get up. Jamie jumped on her. Maria ended up face down with my sister across the back. Jamie spun on Maria?s back and ended up riding the Mexican?s lower back jerking back on the thick black hair. Maria cried out and reached back over her head for my sister?s wrists. Jamie leaned back and bent Maria backwards by the hair. Finally two huge wads of hair came lose and Maria snapped back flat and Jamie fell backwards on Maria?s legs.

Maria rolled over and the two girls ended up facing each other on their asses kicking at another at close range. They pumped their feet and leaned back on their palms for balance. Feet hit chests, stomachs, crotches, legs and even faces. Jamie hurt her in the belly several times, but she got Jamie hard in the crotch more than once. The furious kicking duel continued until Jamie got lucky with a kick hard to the other girl?s belly. Maria rolled onto her side groaning again.

Jamie was exhausted, but she crawled on top of the girl and grabbed the back of her leotard ripping it apart and stripping her enemy to the waist. Maria crawled away crying. Jamie grabbed her waist band and to the delight of the crowd pulled the girl?s pants down around her knees, trapping her legs and exposing Maria almost completely. Maria rolled onto her back again and kicked with both legs, missing my sister. Jamie stood up still holding the pants and stripped her rival naked. Maria scuttled backwards out of range while my sister waved the girl?s leotards for the crowd.

Maria stood up by the fence, but Jamie was on her immediately wrapping the girl?s own leotards around her neck. Jamie jerked backwards and started choking the heavier girl without mercy. Maria drove elbows back into my sister and hurt her, but Jamie kept on the choke and kept jerking backwards until Maria fell down on her ass. Jamie put her foot on the back of Maria?s head and pushed forward while using both hands to pull backward on the leotard.

The Mexican girl reached backwards over her head trying to find away to save herself, but there was nothing she could do. Her legs kicked and her hands clawed, but my little sister was choking the bitch out with her own clothes. The crowd was roaring and the referee was watching the clock and watching Maria for signs she had been choked out. Maria was getting weaker and weaker.

Suddenly my sister removed her foot and jerked the almost unconscious girl flat on her back. Jamie dropped down beside the girl, trapping her right arm under her left knee and placing her right knee across Maria?s growing brown boobs. Then she bent over, grabbed the girl?s head by the hair, straightened her head and then to the approval of the crowd and the cheering of my Mom, bit into the girl?s forehead. She snarled and chewed. Maria screamed and kicked. Her free left hand went for my sister?s hair. Jamie continued to bite. When Maria pulled her head back, Jamie?s lips were red and the Mexican?s forehead was ripped open.

I couldn?t believe how face the bright red blood covered the Mexican?s face and filled her eye sockets. Maria?s mother screamed for the fight to be stopped. Jamie captured the girl?s free arm by the wrist and then used her own free hand to claw at the gash, widening it and spreading the mask of blood. Then my mercenary little bitch of a sister used her free hand to daub up the blood with the ends of the leotard still around Maria?s face. She was methodically trying to win the most money possible by fulfilling every bonus.

Maria was almost helpless. Jamie stopped soaking up blood and started brutally punching the girl?s already swollen, bloody face. She hit her thirty or more times as Maria desperately twisted her head back and forth trying to escape. The time finally ran out and the referee hopped the fence and pulled of my sister who had splattered Maria?s blood all over herself and the mat. The Mexican girl had to be carried out. Her mother carried her to the dressing rooms crying all the way. Leaving the fight area disqualified her, which meant Jamie was the winner.

Jason?s head had stopped bleeding, but in keeping with the no treatment his face was bloody and his leotard showed a nice deep V of blood runoff. We started punching and again I found myself getting hurt. We got in close and I hooked on a headlock and punched him in the wound on his forehead three quick times before he grabbed for my balls. I twisted away and hip threw him to the mat. We came down with me on top still holding the headlock. He was wiry and quick. We scrambled around on the map for awhile punishing each other with short punches and knees. He finally got a low blow in and nearly ball busted me. I escaped and kicked him straight in the face as he tried to get me again. He was obviously on the low road. I broke away and started fighting a long range again as his head wound bled. We locked up three or four more times, but I think I got the best of it by the end of the second round.

Since Beth and Jamie had already won, Jason and I were back in the fence within five minutes and the fight went on and on. I don?t know how many times we hit each other in the face or how long it went on. I know I was bleeding from the nose and mouth. Both my eyes were bleary and I was gasping for breath. I looked over at Jason and saw he was in at least as bad of shape. He was hanging back so I moved forward. He kicked out at me and stumbled when he missed. He looked out on his feet. I didn?t bother to hit him. I charged into him chest to chest and knocked him hard back into the fence. He groaned when he hit and then pressed him backwards over the hard edge. He grunted and actually tried for my eyes, but this time I remembered his low blow crap and gave him a knee in the balls. I connected perfectly and he cried out and the fight was over. I staggered across the mat and almost collapsed, but I got the win and the blood bonus.

I thought it was over and then Maria?s mother came back and challenged Mom to a fight. There were other scheduled fights and the schedule put Mom and the Mexican woman on a waiting list. The fights went on until very late and Mom and the Mexican never got to fight. We celebrated our victories and I guess it was kind of like winning the first time you gamble, you get hooked on the thrill of victory. After we bought our things, everyone figured it was an easy way to get things we couldn?t afford otherwise. Live and learn, if you?re lucky.

[MikeJV]

COLIO, COOLIO, COOL-I-OOOOOOOO!!! hehe Great job cage, loved it!!!

Saw many grammer errors, and places for missed words, i can fix it or you can. (i know you hate typos)

MikeJV

[FemWrstlFan]

Fantastic story! Very exciting. Can't wait to see where the story of this fighting family goes next. Thanks for sharing it with us.