Christine meets Leslie in the Cage
By IceColdAlphaman



Christine felt good after working out in the afternoon and decided to take a
break and go down to her favorite café Chez Nora. While eating a light snack
she began to think about her upcoming fight on Friday night. She wondered who
her opponent would be. She never knew whom she would be up against; no
fighters did, as the matches were put together randomly. What Christine did
know was that for the past few months the fighters were coming in better
prepared, with more talent, and more strength. Her last match really took
something out of her as rubbed her still sore shoulder that had been bent and
twisted mercilessly during the match. She set aside her thoughts for a moment
and concentrated on the delicious aroma of her tea and began to relax.

Friday night had arrived and Christine drove to the east side of town to the
old grocery store. She noticed quite a few cars already in the parking lot. A
good night to make some money she thought to herself as she went in through
the back door. Upon entering she saw the Man talking with some of the patrons,
he nodded and smiled at her as she made her way to a dressing room. A trainer
came into the room and assisted Christine in taping her hands and ankles.
Christine slid a knee brace over her left knee and adjusted her red sports bra
over her 36c breasts and slid her tight red shorts over her ample ass. She
looked over at herself in the mirror and admired here 34-year-old body, still
firm and somewhat muscular with 162 lbs standing on a 5'10" frame. She began
to stretch and limber up for her match, as she was third to fight.

The crowd was already witness to two good matches with two large males going
first for almost 20 minutes followed by two smaller women who fought to a
submission in 9 minutes. As a regular Christine had a slot to fight but would
never know who her opponent would be. The Man called her name and Christine
emerged from the hallway and entered the octagon cage to a chorus of cheers.
She was well liked and always put on a great fight. She was also a crowd
favorite and was heavily bet upon. The Man turned and introduced her opponent
standing 5'9" and weighing in at 148lbs Leslie. Leslie bounded into the ring
full of energy. She appeared to be about 33 years old and was wearing a black
one-piece. Her body was muscular and she also appeared very fit. Her dishwater
blonde hair was pulled back tightly into a ponytail in contrast to Christine's
golden blonde hair cropped in a short bob.

The rules were explained, as there were only a few; no biting and no hits to
the throat, the first to submit or be knocked unconscious would lose the
match. The Man yelled, "BEGIN" and the match was on. The two fighters circled
cautiously, sizing each other up, when Leslie moved forward and locked up with
Christine in the middle of the ring. Grasping each other the fighters
attempted to gain an advantage with the other. Christine was having difficulty
from keeping the smaller Leslie from pushing her back across the ring. Both
women were silent except for their labored breathing and the sound of their
bare feet sliding across the mat. Leslie managed to push Christine almost all
of the way across the ring. Christine was using all of her might to stop her.
Suddenly Leslie let go and with a quick motion brought her right fist into
Christine's mid section. WHOOOF air rushed from Christine's lungs as the punch
caught her off guard. Christine stumbled the rest of the way backwards and hit
the fence surrounding the octagon. Leslie followed with a spinning back fist
that caught Christine in the temple. Christine slumped to one knee as black
spots filled her vision. Before she could recover, Leslie grabbed Christine's
short blond hair in the back of Christine's head and drove the blonde's face
into her knee. Christine flew backward and landed on her back.

Leslie retreated a bit and bobbed back and forth lightly on her feet, quite
content with how the match was progressing. She knew Christine's reputation
and had studied her technique. Christine stirred a bit and attempted to get to
her knees as her head throbbed in pain. A trickle of blood came from her nose
as she made her way to her feet. Before she could get completely upright,
Leslie rushed forward and planted her foot into Christine's chest, sending the
big blonde back into the fence again. When she sprang off the fence Leslie was
there to catch her with a clothesline maneuver to her face. Christine stirred
on the mat, the unique iron taste of blood now in her mouth as her lips felt
like they were three times their natural size. She made it to her hands and
knees when Leslie came over and kicked her in the ribs. UUUNNNGGGHHH,
Christine rolled violently over to her side, as the pain was horrible.

Leslie stood over her reeling opponent. Bending down Leslie placed her knee
into the small of Christine's back, she then reached around and clasped her
hands under Christine's chin and began to pull back with an awesome force.
NNNNGGGHHHH! Christine couldn't believe the pain in her back and neck, it was
if her entire body was on fire. The only sound coming from Leslie was the
sound of her heavy breathing from the exertion she was pressing onto
Christine. Christine yells out in excruciating agony as Leslie keeps up the
pressure. The pain blinds Christine, feebly grasping at Leslie's hands and
arms trying to get relief.

Leslie drops her hold and Christine's head hits the mat. Leslie moves up off
of her opponent and to the other side of the cage where she adjusts her
breasts in her black top, pulls the material of her shorts over her taught ass
and tightens her hair in it's ponytail. Christine lays on the mat almost
motionless except for her labored breathing and slight moaning as she checks
herself not knowing where her opponent is. Leslie continues to wait for
Christine as the crowd begins to stir a bit, still reeling from the onslaught
that this newcomer has brought upon a crown favorite.

Christine rolls to her side and grasps the cold chain link fence that
surrounds the cage and begins to pull herself up off the mat. Her back still
on fire from the tortuous hold she brings herself to her feet. Leaning against
the fence she looks over at her opponent. Leslie does not move, rather she
waits for Christine to gain some composure. Christine shakes her head to
remove some cobwebs and begins to come off the fence in a defensive posture
except her arms are now heavy and they hang to her side a bit. Leslie smiles
and motions for Christine to attack. Christine slowly circles her opponent and
lashes out with a cross kick that misses its mark. She follows with a looping
right that Leslie easily ducks. Both women still circle each other as Leslie
lets go a solid sidekick that catches Christine in the chest HIYAAA! Christine
stumbles back across the ring as Leslie continues with chopping strikes to
which Christine fends off with her forearms. Leslie forces Christine all the
way across the ring and now has Christine's back against the fence. Leslie
continues to punch and strike Christine and all Christine can do is cover up.
Leslie now grasps Christine's short blond hair and pulls her head down as she
simultaneously drives her right knee into Christine's midsection. The strikes
pummel Christine's midsection and she begins to slump down. Thoughts race
through Christine's mind, as she cannot believe the punishment she is going
through. Even when she has been beaten in the cage it has never been this bad.
Leslie spins Christine around and slams her face into the fence. Christine
grips the fence in an attempt to push off when Leslie lets go a barrage of
damaging punches to Christine's kidneys and back. 1-2-3, WHACCK-WHACCK-WHACCK.
Leslie turns her back to Christine and fires three consecutive elbows into her
spine. AAAGGGHHH! Christine slumps to the mat in a total body breakdown.

Leslie kneels behind her fallen opponent and wraps her right arm around
Christine's neck and grasps the other hand with her left as she puts her
blonde opponent into a chokehold. Christine feebly grasps at the dishwater
blonde's forearms pulling with her remaining strength. It was not to be. A
gurgling sound could now be heard throughout the hushed arena as Leslie poured
on the power and Christine's eyes began to roll back in her head. Leslie
applied several bursts of pressure as spittle ran don Christine's face and
onto Leslies' arms. Then Leslie let go of her opponent who slowly slumped to
the floor. Leslie stood up and the crowd began to give her great applause and
cheering. They had never seen a crowd favorite like Christine be beaten this
way and they loved it. Leslie moved to the cage entrance and stepped out,
being handed a towel from a trainer she made her way back to the dressing room
to recover and relish her win and $1500 in prize money.