The Arena - Pantera vs Demonica "Strip Boxing Match"

The Arena ? Grudge Match

Demonica vs Pantera ? Strip Match

Warning: Content of a graphic and violent nature, with some sexual moments as well explicit language. It is a work of fiction and meant solely for entertainment.

Year: 20XX

Location: Unkown

Before the Match -

Pantera's locker room -

The smell of sweat and dried blood permeated throughout the dimly lit locker room, some posters promoting random matches hanging up on the wall. The Assassin vs The Amazon, Sky vs Valkyrie was apparently being promoted and there was one for the fight that had gone on before her own...Vixen vs Angel. The lone person in the locker, Pantera shook her head at what she was seeing before changing her attention to two black boxing gloves with white panther claws emblazoned on them which were resting on a bench along with a white pair of boxing trunks with black trim, sporting the same animal motif. ?Could they really be called boxing trunks?? the she thought noticing that the shorts were missing about a few inches of fabric. Her focus turned to the scant black bra that would serve as a top, while a bottle of baby oil sat in the middle of all of this so called attire. Her eyes registered a bit of surprise before she sighed, and slowly picked up shorts.

Her taped hands fumbled with the material as she bent down and let one toned leg slip into the short's and then the next leg followed. Raising the satin fabric up slowly, if not almost hesitantly, she began to stand up straight once again, as the shorts continued to be pulled up, soon covering the base of her taut ass and then the entirety of it. Well at least 70% of it anyway as some of it expectedly, hung out of the shorts, which had truly now been confirmed as far too short. ?Ughhh? Pantera disdainfully sighed, then turned to the baby oil and rest of the gear on the bench. Sighing as she picked up the oil, she convinced herself, ?It is all worth it to face that bitch again?. Her blood started to boil with that thought alone.

Demonica locker room -

?What was it that had made her jump at this opportunity?? The nude blonde thought as she nonchalantly smiled down at the scant boxing gear. It was not the boxing, she had done a ton of that in spades. It wasn't the sportsmanship...this ?Arena? thing had none of that allegedly. The smile on her red lipstick laced lips grew at that thought. She really liked that part. Popping open the top of the baby oil bottle she began to drizzle it slowly on to her ample 36DD tits, her free hand rubbing the warm liquid in to her skin. It wasn't the money either she thought. That was just a bonus.

No, it was none of that. Finally having finishing rubbing the oil over herself, the blonde picked a red and black luchador mask with additional horn pieces on the top of it. An eyebrow raise along with an amused chuckle, said all she needed to about this piece. But the more she looked at it...the more she liked it. Sliding a still oily hand through her short, gelled back hair, the woman tugged at the mask strings to loosen them and then began to slip it over her hair. As her face disappeared, and darkness covered her vision compliments of the mask's material, Demonica paused and playfully mused ?Is this how opponent's felt after she put them down to the canvas??.


She felt her nipples begin to harden with that idea before her hands finally continued pulling the mask over her chiseled but beautiful face, before beginning to tie the mask. She turned to the full body mirror and cocked her now masked face to the side and licked her lips. No it wasn't the boxing, big paydays or lack of sportsmanship that her drew her to this. It was the sheer thrill and possibility of beating another woman past the point that it would be allowed in a sanctioned match. ?The outfits were nice too? she thought while looking at her nude form.

The Arena ? Match Time

The place was well lit as usual, to allow anyone wanting to bet or get a beverage to go about his or her business before the fight commenced. Others who were not busy getting tipsy or possibly losing a small fortune were talking about the match that had just finished as a body bag was being zipped up near the exit of the ring Arena. The outcome of that match had given some even more reason to drink, perhaps from wining big or losing even bigger. As the attendants finished their work and disappeared from view, the arena once again saw the lights go dim before a single spot light traced its way from the ring, to the entry ramp for the fighters. After a few seconds a figure in a white robe appeared, walked down the ramp, while the audience began to cheer her on. ?Pantera! Pantera! Pantera!?, the word reverberated within her ears and her mind. She continued her quick paced walk along the metallic ramp, hardly seeming to register the cheers meant for her.

Eyeing the ring, Pantera's heart relaxed slightly at how normal it looked. She had half expected some sort of barb-wired rope ring or something outlandish. Her relief faded however as she had begun to ascend the ring steps and noticed the freshly dried blood stains that covered the ring canvas. She had seen blood in matches but this looked like someone had slaughtered a pig in the ring. ?Holy shi...?, Pantera began to exclaim before realizing the brutality of the place she was and begrudgingly stepped between the ropes. She was here for a new start and a measure of payback as her thoughts faded to that ?Sponsor?.

The strange man had of all things, knocked on the door of her apartment and handed Pantera an even stranger ?brochure? before explaining what he wanted. Back in the present, Pantera untied her robe and let the fabric fall without a sound to the ring canvas. The audience whistled and cat called. ?Damn this one is finer than usual!? one spectator leaned over and told the person next to her. She may have stopped boxing but Pantera had kept herself in pristine shape. The ?Sponsor? had not said much before Pantera was about to shut the door in his face, but two words had made her stop. The name of the woman who had beaten her into retirement.

Pantera rolled her shoulders backwards to loosen up, making her 34DD breasts bounce slightly with each motion. The cool air of the arena bit at her half exposed ass, and all the way to her thighs. 8oz gloves slammed together with an audible thud while the black masked woman scanned the still cheering crowd. Suddenly her vision dulled...no the lights had dimmed! Pantera watched the spotlight on its journey to where she had entered. A red robed figure was already standing there, and before the light could focus on her, had began to purposefully walk down the ramp. Swaying her hips, ?Demonica?, listened to the crowd cheer her ring name after having just cheered her opponent so frantically. ?Sheep? she thought with a chuckle while not taking her eyes off the ring or her opponent. ?Hi there honey!? Demonica said to herself ,and then asked rhetorically knowing Pantera could not hear her ?Miss me??

Upon entering the ring, Demonica wasted no time in ripping her robe off and flinging it outside, showing off her oiled body. Red bikini top struggling to restrain her bosom much like the plight her shorts faced. The whistles and catcalls in the crowd let the white woman know just how much the crowd liked the view. Rubbing a blotch of oil into her left breast, the red masked fighter still had not stopped staring at her opponent. Pantera had not switched her gaze either.

They knew exactly who the other woman was under the mask. ?Hi love?, Demonica playfully said while walking towards the center of the ring, her voice becoming clearer the closer she got. ?I'm going to pay you back for what you did you bitch? Pantera had already began her own march to the center as well. ?Now is that any way to talk to the woman who gave you a one way ticket to has been land?? Demonica's eyes narrowed as she venomously said the words. ?Fuck you slut!? Pantera lashed back before they stood eye to eye and tit to tit.

They could smell the scent of each other now, and if they had stood any closer the crowd may have thought the two women wanted to make out instead of fight each other. ?Cheer up Pan-tee-ra? Demonica exaggerated the ring name before continuing ?I'll be sure to make your next vacation...more permanent?. Some of the crowd was going nuts now, cheering for both fighters, while others were eyeing both women, as if they were two gunmen prepared to draw weapons in a western. ?Not this time! I am going to beat you worse that whatever happened in this ring earlier!? Pantera's eyes burned full of hatred as she uttered the words. Her nervousness and doubt had given way to unbridled hatred at Demonica who still had not stop smiling.

After a brief, and silent staredown, both women as if told by the same voice, stepped back and raised their gloves, beginning to circle one another while bouncing on their toes. Demonica was the one to break the stalemate as she lunged in with a jab combination to the face, trying to off balance her opponent but Pantera had been ready for her and deftly dodged out of the way. The white Gladiatrix quickly spun around on her heels and once again lashed out with a jab combination as Pantera dodged the first attack and easily slapped away the second. As the black woman did so she noticed the smile on her foe's face, causing Pantera to widen her eyes as a right hook came into view, barely giving her time to duck and back away. Demonica began to clap, her gloves thudding together ?Congrats, you can still move has been?? she commented. Pantera however allowed her fists to talk for her as she pushed forward trying to keep out of her foe's range and send out a jab of her own to feel for the distance. The attack brushed past Demonica's mask as she tried to meet Pantera's advance but another jab made her shift backwards, while a third was already on its way. Demonica however ducked underneath the oncoming attack and countered with an uppercut that was swiftly evaded. Returning both fighters to their starting distance.

The two gladiatrixes eyed one another as they once again began to circle. The noise of the crowd had disappeared as both women were solely focused on one another. This dance of leather and tension persisted a while longer before Pantera slid forward with a jab, which Demonica dodged only for a left hook to connect with her face as she was moving to the side. Wincing, the white woman, pulled back but Pantera had already planned on that and stepped forward sending a jab to her opponent opponents abdomen, eliciting a groan from demonica as it struck, with a dull thud. The black woman finally allowed a smile to cross her face as she saw the pained expression on her opponent's face.

Demonica however gritted her teeth before smirkng, looking up at the ebony pugilist. That caught Pantera off guard briefly before the full force of a red 8oz glove smashed into her face. As her guard fell apart, Pantera was left open to an attack that was already on its way. Demonica's uppercut slammed into Pantera's right tit, making the latter's eyes widen as if she had been shot .
?Aiiiee? the black woman screamed before blindly swiping at where Demonica was standing making but she dashed back outside of the attack's reach. The blonde smiled and bounced on her feet as she watched her foe try to dull the pain she had just inflicted.

After massaging her stinging tit, Pantera's eyes threatened to burn holes through her opponent's body, but Demonica returned her own loathing stare before raising a glove and beckoning the older woman to attack. Biting down on her mouth piece, Pantera quickly dashed forward and swung hard, forgetting to maintain her reach advantage. As her hook touched nothing tangible, an uppercut began to rise up from below, while Pantera began to look downwards only to have her face redirected upwards. ?Gahh? came the pained exclamation before the ebony gladiatrix began to fall backwards, only to be stopped suddenly by Demonica's red glove holding her wrist. Echoing the fans confusion, Pantera began to say ?What the fu...? until a hay maker of an attack slammed her even further backwards and into the ring ropes, where Demonica pursued her with a pleasured expression.

A rain of blows descended upon Pantera who tried to retaliate but was sadly overpowered and having to resort to trying her best to block the onslaught. ?Fuck!? She thought, ?Can't even get an atta...? her train of thought was swiftly derailed as a brutal double hook combination rocked her to the side. Another hook was already on the way, but the metallic sound of a bell clanging somewhere in the arena, seemed to freeze Demonica's punch in place. The white woman winked at Pantera and turned, walking away with her hands raised, a light sheen of sweat forming on her skin.

Pantera shook her head and tried to gather herself as attendants for both women entered the ring. There had been no knockdown for the round thanks to Demonica so now both women would be penalized. ?Shit? Pantera cussed as the two women walked towards her; one holding her in place and the other untied her bra quickly. A feeling of embarrassment crossed Pantera's mind. She could feel eyes watching her with perverse pleasure throughout the crowd but there was one pair all to close and familiar. Pantera looked across the ring where Demonica was cupping her own naked breasts with both gloves and licking her lips. ?This bitch is out of her mind? the ebony fighter thought, while the attendants exited the ring.

?Was it good for you to?? Demonica asked seductively. Pantera scowled in disgust t the question. ?I'll take that as a maybe?, her adversary chuckled as she stopped fondling herself and began to advance. Pantera had already moved out of her corner but decided to keep her distance this round. Demonica was still to fast for her. She eyed the blonde's breasts, intent on making them her prime targets. The crowd roared! ?Nice tits Demonica!? ?Knock her out Pantera!?.

Demonica lightly flung out a jab aimed at Pantera's abdomen but is swatted away and countered by a hook that caught the blonde unready to guard, sending her stumbling like a drunkard. Pantera was already upon her letting loose a succession of jabs that smashed into Demonica's soft tit flesh, driving her all the way across the ring and into the ring ropes. Pressing her advantage for all it was worth the black woman alternated between tits, abs and face as Demonica was failing to guard herself well, absorbing punishment no matter what she tried. ?Is. This. Good. For. You. To. Bitch?!? Pantera screamed through her mouthpiece, pulling back her right hand and letting go a wicked uppercut that knocked the white woman's mouthpiece out of her mouth in a stream of spit, the sweat on her skin exploding off of it with the impact in a spray similar to the ocean when it crashes upon a large a cliff-side. ?Unghhh? came the reply as Demonica lurched forward slammed into the canvas for the first knockdown of the fight.

Most of the crowd was speechless as the round had only just started and Demonica had been put down in less than two minutes of it. Pantera puffed out her chest as she watched the white girl begin too stir below her. Two figures once again entered the ring, heading in Demonica's direction, and helping her to her feet. Pantera's smirk betrayed her sense of satisfaction of getting to disrobe this woman..no this bitch, she thought. The tight shorts were yanked down from the blonde's muscled legs, revealing her bare cxnt to the crowd and then tossed them right into the blonde's face before it fell to the mat. ?Gonna knock your bitch ass out next cxnt!? Pantera said with renewed confidence as her attendants let go of Demonica who remained silent, while the crowd was cheering on Pantera! ?Alright, let's end this Pantera!? ?Yeah, show me that ass!? ?Nice one Pantera!?. Both women still stood in the center of the ring not bothering to return to their corners. Pantera intended to end this match quickly and as the bell rang ,darted forward with a powerful right hook. Demonica however did not bother moving as Pantera was slammed backwards by an uppercut suddenly. ?Oh fu...? she exclaimed, as the familiar and unwanted taste of blood invaded her mouth.

The ebony bruiser looked towards Demonica and saw the blonde beckoning her to attack with an arrogant smile on her face. ?The hell are you smiling at bitch?!?!? Pantera roared, wiping her lips and pressing forward again cautiously. As she edged closer, the brunette barely caught glimpse of Demonica's jab in time to dodge it, only to find a uppercut waiting for her as it slammed into her left tit.
Pantera screamed from the impact but had no time to steady herself as another uppercut slammed into her mammary. Blinded by the searing pain, Pantera tried to step back and guard herself, but a gloved hand caught her by the nape of the neck and as yet another uppercut connected but this time with her grimacing face. A fresh stream of blood sprayed into the air as, the uppercut slammed into Pantera's jaw. A pained moan escaped her lips as she was held in place by Demonica's vice like grip. The ebony woman got desperate and tried to clinch, but was denied this with a savage hook to the rib cage, followed by an uppercut to her abs which doubled her over from the shock of the blow. Demonica's hands returned to her side and rested on her hips as she looked down at the wheezing woman. ?It was pretty good for me actually?, she said smiling with sadistic satisfaction ?Not sure how you are faring though?. Pantera weakily tried to look up but another uppercut dangerously snapped her head back and sent her falling backwards, blood pouring out of her mouth profusely, while her mouth piece had disappeared into the crowd as if fleeing from the white girls' attacks.

Pantera slammed into the canvas, legs spread open and her arms extended outwards mimicking the action of making a snow angel. Demonica waved off her attendants, who had began to enter the ring before bending down, allowing all seated behind her to see the bombshell's bare cxnt and taut ass. She tugged at the satin shorts of her still dazed foe, slowly letting them coarse over her ebony skin, revealing the groomed hair of Pantera's cxnt before letting the wet shorts, glide over the woman's muscled legs. With one final tug, Demonica held the shorts aloft and giggled, before looking down at her foe who had not realized her predicament yet. The blonde's giggling changed to a disdainful snare as she slid a booted foot between pantera's thighs and threw the shorts down unto the black woman. ?Now comes the fun part? she hissed ominously.

Demonica reached down and with one hand and grabbed a hold of Pantera's right arm dragging her up with some effort before shoving the punch drunk woman into her own corner. Echoing her foe's onslaught from earlier, the blonde unleashed bone crunching punches that went undefended as she battered the black woman's already ravaged body. Bruises had formed all over her body, and once well shaped breasts were soon swollen and sporting a mix of blue, black and red. A trail of blood found it's way into the crowd as demonica snapped pantera's head to the side, while sporting an unsettling childish grin. Pantera's hands slid from the ropes and landed at her sides uselessly as the punches drained the fight out of her. WHAM! CRACK! THUD! The sickening sound of leather on bruised flesh echoed throughout the arena. Four successive uppercuts to the soft abdomen of Pantera made her fall forward into an oncoming jab that slammed her back into the corner post. ?Now it is pretty much fucking fantastic for me! What about you love?? Demonica mockingly asked her Koed opponent before continuing ?What nothing to say!?!??. A right hook slammed home with a crunch to Pantera's ribs as she let out a ?Ungh?. ?That is good enough for me!? Demonica cruelly exclaimed and jabbed away at the now swollen shut eyes of her foe, before switching to her misshapen breasts and then back to her face with an uppercut that sent the beaten woman off her feet before she slipped back down into the sweat covered rack of the white gladiatrix.

?There, there pumpkin. I know it hurts. But momma has to sadly let you know the bad lady...is still not done with you yet bitch!? Demonica said as if talking to a distraught child. She steadied Pantera, whose legs were the consistency of jelly and her awareness long gone. One uppercut found its way between Pantera's thighs and into her exposed sex with truly evil intent as the ebony fighter screamed ?Auuugghhhhhhhhhh?.

?Ah you are awake now?? Demonica said before delivering another uppercut to Pantera's sex, giving the latter a sickening feeling as the pain threatened to send her out once again. A jab combination, detonated on her defenseless tits before Pantera began to plead weakly, the pain proving too much. ?P-pl-please no more. I-I-I give up!? She cried. Demonica chuckled in response ?Really now and why is that?? She wanted to hear something else. ?Ple-please I give? Pantera repeated before a jab found its way into her face. ?Unhh? she moaned. ?Come on bitch you know what I want to hear!? Demonica prodded.

Pantera felt the tears welling up in her eyes at the situation, her arms to exhausted to move and her body screaming its silent submission. She stammered weakly ?You...y-your better than m-me!? to which Demonica grinned and let loose a devastating uppercut filled with as much power as she could muster; muscles in her legs, back, and arms flexing as she connected with Pantera's unprotected face with a sickening cracking sound. Blood, sweat, and spit were flung all over as the ebony fighter fell like a puppet with no master to tell it what to do as her brain shut off from the impact. Demonica watched her foe falling, while she was remained posed in the final uppercut and attack of the match, her eyes meeting the glazed over ones of her vanquished foe. ?Duh! Bitch I know that already!? Demonice said watching as her Koed opponent bounced off the mat before staying still. Ding! Ding! The bell sounded to signal the end of the match.

Demonica had once again beaten Pantera, though both women had come out of the fight bruised, one woman had weathered the storm. Spitting her mouthpiece down upon the unconscious ebony, Demonica ripped at the tape of her gloves, finally getting them off and letting them fall upon Pantera as well. She reached down and yanked the mask off of her foe's face, revealing as swollen and bloodied mess that resembled ground beef more than Pantera's once beautiful face. The blonde smiled with a euphoric look on her face before returning to her standing position. Despite her own tits sported nasty bruises and one eye was starting to swell shut, she was still far better off than the woman beneath her.

Placing a boot on Pantera's bloodied face, Demonica raised her hands proudly, showing off her heaving breasts, and body slick with perspiration, the lights illuminating her well built figure for all to see. It was a sight to behold as one woman stood victorious and dominant over another, the bloodied white mask, held high as the final sign of Demonica's victory. While the crowd continued to cheer her on, Demonica looked down at the latest loser to the arena and sadistically pressed even harder on to her Pantera's skull, with no response from the black woman.

The blonde smirked and made an unregistered promise to the koed woman laying spread eagle on the canvas. ?If we ever fight again bitch, I am going to kill you!?. Demonica stepped off of her first conquest in the arena and raised her hands once again while blowing kisses to the crowd, parading around and gyrating lewdly, now fully satisfied with herself and forgetting about the beaten ebony in the center of the ring. After some time, Demonica, finally took up Pantera's belongings and seductively slipped through the ropes and on to the ramp, before disappearing into the back, ready to collect her pay.

Pantera was meanwhile loaded onto a stretcher and taken to the Arena infirmary having suffered severe injuries from the match. But nothing had hurt more when she awoke and realized she had been once again beaten and embarrassed. Pictures of the final pose Demonica struck over her circulated among the Arena fans for months. Talks of another match were even thrown around by those who had heard Demonica's last statement....

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