Christine Comes Back To Fight
A devastated Christine goes through therapy and attempts a come back in the world of underground fighting and faces an uncertain challenge.
By IceColdAlphaMan


It had been six months since Christine was viciously beaten and the broken
ribs and bruised kidney had all but healed. The month long vacation to Italy
had helped too. Christine had started back at the gym, training and
strengthening her back that had also been injured in her last fight. She had
toned up her body quite a bit in the past two months; she had slimmed down to
155lbs from her usual 165 with some of the softness giving way to firm muscle.
She felt a bit stronger but was still hesitant to go all out in her sparring
sessions with her coach. Christine's coach sensed that she wasn't 100 percent
mentally and suggested that maybe now would be the time to step back in the
ring and get going again.

Christine kind of shuddered at the thought of fighting again. She had never
been beaten as badly as Leslie had beaten her. She thought about never going
back into the ring but there were either considerations. Before her loss,
Christine was on quite a roll at the cage matches. She was winning most of her
bouts and making really good money. This supplemented her regular job to the
point that she now had two expensive cars and an exclusive town home. However,
her bank account was drawing down quickly with all of the expenses and her
regular job just couldn't provide enough income to sustain her lifestyle.
Christine would either have to fight again or risk losing everything she had
gained so far.

Christine called the Man and arraigned for a fight the following week at his
home. She still wasn't ready to get back into the cage at the arena and wanted
to test herself in front of a small crowd first. The Man was delighted to hear
from her. He was concerned after Christine's last match if he would ever see
Christine again. He and Christine talked for a while and made arrangements for
the match. The Man had an opponent in mind for Christine. A Filipino girl with
about nine matches under her belt. She was aggressive and showed promise but
wasn't ready to compete on the arena level. The Man thought this would be a
great way to see if both fighters were ready to get back into primetime.

Thursday night had come quickly and Christine arrived with her coach at the
Man's home on the hill. There were about 30 people milling about the large
living room and adjacent patio outside. Christine could see the outline of an
octagon cage on the back lawn and she began to get nervous. She exchanged
pleasantries with several of the guests and was met by the Man. Christine and
the Man chatted a bit and then he had one of his assistants show Christine to
a room where she could prepare. The Man didn't let Christine know whom she
would be fighting and Christine didn't ask. After Christine changed into her
t-back red spandex sports top and tight red spandex shorts her coach taped her
hands and wrists and she put cloth braces on her ankles and feet. Christine
let out some long breaths as she waited to be called downstairs.

A knock at the door let Christine know it was time to come downstairs. As she
and her coach made their way down the steps and through the living room
towards the patio doors Christine's stomach began to tie up in knots, her
knees felt weak and she began to tremble slightly. She thought to herself if
this was a mistake, if she wasn't coming back to soon, or worse yet, should be
fighting again at all. As she made her way through the doors to outside the
small crowd began to applaud. They all remembered what a good fighter
Christine was and were looking forward to seeing her in the ring again. The
cheers helped Christine make it up the three steps into the octagon as she
awaited her unknown opponent. Christine began to stretch her 5'8" frame and
shadow boxed as she waited.

The crowd began to stir as Christine's opponent emerged from the doors leading
out onto the patio. She was announced as Jesse, a cute Filipino girl standing
5'4" and weighing about 115lbs. Jesse wore blue satin trunks and a white
sports bra with her black hair in a long braided ponytail that reached down
the middle of her back. When she got into the ring the size difference between
the two fighters was apparent. Jesse was 20 years old and had been fighting
for about 2 years. She had a pretty good record and had some solid skills. She
to began to stretch and shadow box as well as show off some very high kicks
and flexibility. Christine watched her as she awaited the signal to start the
match. While not underestimating her opponent, Christine was relived to see a
shorter and lighter opponent enter the ring.

The Man, as was customary, explained the basic rules of the match: Each will
fight the other until there is a knockout or a fighter is rendered incapable
of going on. There are no submissions. Each woman nodded in agreement and also
acknowledged that the winner would be paid $1000 and the loser $100. Each
fighter would make the real money on the outside bets placed by the
spectators. The Man yelled, "BEGIN" and the match was underway.

Jesse wasted no time in taking the fight to her larger opponent "KEEYA" HI HI
AAHH" she screamed as she peppered Christine with front and side kicks in
rapid succession. Christine kept her guard up and elbows close as the kicks
landed on her arms and sides. Jesse kept up her attack - slowly pushing
Christine back until Christine was against the side of the octagon. Christine
felt the cool chain link fencing on her back as she continued to cover-up from
the attack. Through the attack, Christine began to notice something, Jesse's
strikes, although plentiful and on target, weren't doing much damage.
Christine realized that Jesse was connecting with all of her power and
precision and yet she wasn't being hurt. A sheen of sweat now covered Jesse's
lithe taut body. Jesse glistened as she continued her assault on Christine.
Muffled grunts emanated from Jesse as she continued to pour blow after blow
against Christine's protected body.

Now up against the fence, Jesse attempted several knee strikes to Christine's
midsection and sides. Christine took advantage of the change of attack and
stunned Jesse with an elbow to her right temple. Jesse reeled away, stunned
not only at the pain from the blow but with the power it had. In Jesse's mind
she had really weakened her opponent with all of her attacks. This summation
was wrong...very wrong. Christine came off of the fence slowly and began to
size up her smaller opponent. As Jesse backed away trying to collect her
thoughts Christine continued to stalk her about the ring. Jesse came forward
to attack when Christine let out a devastating front kick to Jesse's small
firm chest. OOOOFFF the air rushed from Jesse's lungs as she reeled backwards
across the ring. Christine now followed up with two more fast kicks to Jesse's
head and a spinning back fist that floored her foe.

Jesse lay on the mat unsure of which way was up. She saw stars as she tried to
get to her feet. Making it to her hands and knees she was met with a
thundering kick to her ribs from her erstwhile opponent. CRACCKKK...the sound
of fractured ribs and her scream of pain could be heard all over the yard.
Jesse rolled over in agony as Christine came down full force onto her chest
with her full body. Jesse lay out on the mat reeling from pain trying to catch
her breath. Christine got off of her opponent and moved away a bit, waiting to
see if Jesse would make it to her feet. Christine was back in the groove and
full of life now that she had her opponent where she wanted her. It had come
surprisingly easy and she wondered to herself if her training and strength had
really improved this much.

Jesse was in torment as she slowly made her way to her feet. She was dizzy and
unsteady on her legs. She quivered slightly as she tried to regain her
fighting stance. It was now that she realized how much trouble she was in. She
had never been on the losing end of a fight before and with several under her
belt she was always confident. She had fought a couple of bigger women before,
however, this was a different matter all together. Her larger opponent could
actually fight and wasn't some overweight bar hack. She knew she would have to
try to stay away from Christine if she were to win this match.

Both fighters now circled each other with deliberation and purpose. Jesse was
the first to strike with a low kick to Christine's thigh. Christine took the
kick and realized her opponent had little strength left. Christine advanced on
Jesse with a flurry of punches to her head and body. Jesse took a defensive
stance and attempted to block the blows. Unlike earlier, Christine's blows
were powerful and were doing damage to the young Filipino girl. Now Christine
had Jesse against the fence and was pummeling her at will. Christine reached
behind Jesse's head and pulled it down into several knee strikes. The crowd
watched as Jesse's legs were giving way and she began to slide down the fence.
Christine held her opponent up so that she could deliver even more blows.
WHACK, the sound of flesh being struck echoed as Christine once again reached
behind her foes head this time gripping Jesse's long black braid and wrapping
it around her left hand.

Christine yanked Jesse off the fence by her hair using it as a rope. Jesse
yelped in pain as Christine flung her opponent to the mat whipping her head
over heels by her hair. THUD Jesse hit the mat but stayed prone for just a
second as Christine forced her head back and began to strike Jesse's beautiful
face with blow after bone crunching blow. Blood poured from poor Jesse's nose
and lips as her face began to swell from the beating. "NO MORE!" she spit out
along with blood and saliva as she beseeched Christine to stop. "Sorry," came
the reply "Remember, no submissions, you are going to be carried out of here
tonight," Christine answered. Christine let go of Jesse's hair as the small
Asian who came in with great determination and hope slumped to the mat in a
pool of her own sweat and blood. Christine knelt down on her foe's neck and
applied pressure against her carotid artery effectively cutting of the blood
flow to her brain. Jesse weakly resisted trying to force Christine's knee off
with her hands. Christine delivered one more bone-crunching blow to her
opponent's face that actually fractured her eye socket. From there Jesse waded
off to unconsciousness.

The entire bout only took 13 minutes but the crowd was on its feet and cheered
with bloodlust after Christine. Christine smiled and looked over at her coach
who was also beaming with appreciation. There was no doubt that Christine was
in good form and could once again get into the arena. As she left the octagon
cage the Man approached her and congratulated her by slipping the prize money
and some extra into her hand. "Whenever you are ready, I'll have a slot
available for you" he said. Christine smiled and made her way upstairs to
change content in knowing she had overcome her fear and had made the mortgage
for the month all in one fell swoop.