South of the border bully cage match

Just wanna put up a preface that this is a hardcore match that takes place in Mexico between an underage girl and myself. This has a happy ending, no pun intended so it shouldn't piss anyone off but if this kinda material will bother you than
DON'T FUCKING READ IT!!!
That was the best kinda warning I can give so feel free to criticize the story if you like. I was gonna post this in my yahoo club on Friday but wanted to give a little preview here.
Enjoy,
Stone
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Story 4
It was brutal work but it's what they paid me for--and I can't say I didn't enjoy it. The card was a bunch of tween cage matches and since the champ was a girl who was like an amazon to these people I was called in as the ringer who would destroy her than job to the popular babyface immediately afterwards, cementing her as the undisputed champ. Basically I was doing a "Taz," if you get the reference.*
It was in some dump in Mexico, *Joe, Ambers dad had kinda pimped me out to this guy running his own tween f/f league--apparently there are dozens of these clubs in central and south America. So all I know is it's some old lookin white building, which is rare in Mexico unless you're in the few major cities. Inside there's like fifty or so spics all cursing in their ewok- sounding language. In the middle of this large warehouse-ish room was a normal size Mexican wrestling ring which is much smaller cuz the majority of em are tiny people; barely five feet tall. So if kimmys ring is a small and American one is a large this would be like a medium; an inbetween version. There was steel mesh all around like a normal fence--they didn't see the irony of an American getting behind a border. The cage itself was held together by a normal chain, not exactly world class but it was sturdy enough.*
I won't go into detail on the other matches but fortunately they were bloody enough so my fight wouldn't exactly cause a riot. I never could understand *my opponents name cuz of the old Mexican dude who ran the show had a thick accent and a very tenuous grasp on English. I only made out that when he addressed her he kept calling her "theez beech" so I just referred to her as beech and he nodded approvingly.*
Anyway when I finally got in the ring, wearing a vinyl mask that looked like an evil pumpkin--something I found in a store around the arena where Amber fights--I finally saw The Beech herself and she did look rather cuntish. Now she's only thirteen but was 5'7" and chubby; probably weighing 135 or so. She had dark greasy hair stopping just past her ears and a pudgy face that was twisted into a sneer. She wasn't even wearing the typical swimsuit, just a pair of jean shorts and a m.c.hammer tshirt. She also wore dirty white British knight sneakers; *it was like livin in the 90s down here. I was standing in my crazy pumpkin mask with black speedos and barefeet. Usually you don't leave your shoes where you can't see them cuz, you know, it's Mexico but the older dude with the thick accent assured me my stuff would be fine. Bottom line I was virtually naked against this girl. Im not sure if I let her get the psychological edge but I found myself backstepping when one of the guys outside rang the bell. I was told in advanced it was no rules so I could do whatever I wanted. The owner guy hired me hoping that I would mess Theez Beech up but she looked like the lion and suddenly I felt like the mouse.*
I tried to charge out to lock up but as soon as I got close enough she did a spinkick which leveled me in the side of my head since I was bent over to spear. I didn't fall but got hit hard enough for me to stumble into the ropes, wobbling in two big loopy steps before I caught myself hanging onto the top rope for support. The Beech walked over calmly as I shook my head to clear the stars I looked up in time to see her winding up a punch. Instinctively I lifted an arm, the one that wasn't holding the rope, up to cover my face but instead she rammed her right hard into my gut. I made some squawkish gurgle and kinda fell back against the cage, unable to breathe for what felt like fifteen minutes. The Beech wasted no time though as she grabbed a handful of my hair and rammed he side of my head into the fence as I was kinda leaning against the cage holdin my belly. I felt my head rebounding off the steel as all the spics were laughing and exchanging money.*
I finally heard some voice in my head telling me to fight back but it was like I was in slow motion. I remember trying to like jab my thumb in her eye or something but she just slapped my hand away, with one of the two she had been using to slam my head into the cage with, and than started punching me in the face with that same fist.*
I was bloody after two or three blows and when I tried grabbing the beech by her short, greasy hair she shot one last punch into my balls and yanked my head back by the hair and slammed me face first into the cage. I lost count but after my face smacked against that jagged metal maybe four times I lost my balance and fell to the mat holding my jewels.*
The Beech lifted my leg like she she was gonna set up a figure four or something but instead she slowly pressed her BK sneaker onto my sore testicles, my screams apparently bringing a smile to her piggish face. She stood with her full weight on them until I was yelling my submission. **
She let my legs go than nudged me onto my back, as I had rolled into a fetal position*and sat on me schoolgirl pin style and just punched me in the face and occasionally reaching behind her to twist my balls in my speedo until I blacked out. I was awakened later with the feeling that I was handcuffed to the cage, it was very foggy but I swore the fat girl who just kicked my ass was riding my cock. I think I came before slowly fading back into unconsciousness again. It was later I was lying on the cold cement floor with my clothes piled on top of me like some kinda blanket--yes, even my shoes--as the old spic who hired me for the job was talking in his barely intelligible broken English that I had done good. I guess I had been hired to do the j.o.b. as he threw a small wad on bills on my bruised but clean face, thankfully someone had done a little first aid patch up job under my mask.*
I didn't see that Beech the rest of my time in Mexico but I got a reputation as the poor white pumpkin.*