Devon Michaels vs. Carrie Fickle, 

The Outrageous Body vs. the Sculptress Body

In the neon green two-piece thong bikini...
Devon Michaels, "The Outrageous Body"
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 118 lbs
Hair:  Brown
Eyes:  Brown
Figure:  38-22-32
Age:  27
Status:  Single
Home:  Nevada

In the black leather leotard...
Carrie Fickle, "the Sculptress Body"
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 113 lbs
Hair:  Blonde
Eyes:  Brown
Figure:  34-24-33
Age:  22
Status:  Single
Home:  Ohio


Devon is a former dancer who has learned the value of having the fans behind her. She 
has recently just returned from an extended and exhaustive workout in the gym, in order 
to get herself in absolute peak condition for the Coliseum. She already possessed the 
phenomenally toned and muscled legs of the dancer, but she concentrated her workouts 
on her upper body and overall conditioning. During a fight she would prefer to play it 
straight, but she will retaliate against her foe if she gets fouled.



"Devastating" Devon Michaels entered the arena to her usual rowdy ovation. The crowd 
loved this woman wholeheartedly, and she loved them back. As always, she began to 
dance in the middle of the ring. Her body rocked rhythmically from side to side, in 
compete synch with the foreign music. The crowd grew even louder. Her long legs 
kicked high in the air and her sensuous arms coiled like snakes around her beautiful, 
beautifully sacred bod. Then came the arrival of her adversary, Carrie Fickle. The 
dancer's music stopped much to the audience's dismay and a chorus of boos arose as 
Carrie made her entrance. She smiled at the crowd, exciting them even further. As the 
shady warrior made her way to the center to meet Devon, she examined the heroine's 
body. She probed every part of it, from her toes to the long raven hair, slowing down 
noticeably when she came to the full breasts within the full top. "My first match in the 
Coliseum and I'm set up with such a beautiful whore like yourself! I'm flattered!" she 
said, getting Devon's blood heated for the upcoming battle. "I've been here longer than 
you, and faced opponents better than you, so don't think that I'm afraid of you." came 
Devon's reply. "A brave and defiant little dancer, are we? You are stepping on the wrong 
stage. This one belongs to fighters. Don't worry when all is done, you'll step into the 
familiar role of slave girl!" threatened Carrie as her eyes grew sinister. "I'm not some sla-
" started Devon, before being interrupted by kick to the crotch. Carrie grabbed one of her 
arms and executed a judo throw, sending Devon to the ground. Devon, using her 
conditioned legs, executed a leg sweep bringing Carrie to the ground as well. From there 
on both fighters lost control and rolled on the ground, biting, scratching, and yanking 
each others hair in a vicious catfight. Eventually the bigger Devon gained the advantage. 
Devon used her left hand to secure one of Carrie's arms between the shoulder blades on 
her back and Devon used her right arm to put a chokehold on the high heel's throat! "Give 
up? Don't make your pain last any longer than it has to!" warned Devon. Carrie just 
laughed nervously trying to wriggle free from the excellent entertainer. Her right arm was 
free and she groped behind her, trying to find a vulnerable spot on Devon to abuse. 
Almost losing consciousness, Carrie grew desperate. She started to scratch with her 
vicious nails across Devon's soft body. Her nails raked across Devon's thighs, her 
abdomen, and soon she clenched them together on the heroine's crotch. 
"AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII" screamed Devon as she felt blood run 
from her nether-region. She released her hold and clutched her wounds. Carrie got up and 
started to kick on the wounded heroine, stomping her face and chest repeatedly with great 
ferocity. A scared bitch without honor, Carrie withheld any quarter. Only after Devon had 
been completely debilitated, laid up and incapacitated did her antagonist let up, or rather 
just shift her form of assault. Carrie pulled her to her feet and whipped her to the arena's 
walls. As she hit the padding, her body fell to the ground. Devon's head still throbbed 
from the pain in her crotch and stomach. Carrie pulled her to her feet and paraded her 
around the arena, holding the heroine's crotch to keep her in pain. "LOOK AT YOUR 
HERO!" she cried out. "SOON SHE WILL BE LICKING MY CUNT AND CRYING 
FOR HER MISTRESS'S LOVE!" The crowd voiced their disapproval and threw foreign 
objects in the ring. Carrie brought Devon to the center of the ring and lifted her above her 
head, using a hand on the dancer's throat and the one still gripping her crotch. A few drips 
of blood fell on Carrie's face, and she smiled. She opened her mouth and caught a few 
more with her tongue, before bringing Devon down to her extended knee. Devon dangled 
precariously for a few seconds then fell on her face. Carrie started to kick her again, 
hitting her kidneys and the side of her head. It seemed like Devon had lost consciousness, 
her damaged body moving only from the shock of Carrie's impacts and its own 
involuntary spasms. To finalize the humiliation, Carrie stripped the former superwoman 
of her thong bikini suit. She hoisted her naked body up one last time. This time Carrie 
had to support all of the unconscious heroine's weight. She looked to the Proconsul, gave 
a wink and put Devon in a sleeper hold. The crowd was enraged. Their champion had 
been beaten and this continued abuse could injure her severely. The Proconsul awarded 
the match to the Blonde Fury, and watched intently. Carrie still holding the sleeper, 
started to lick Devon's face passionately. Working her way down, she started to nibble 
and bite at the heroine's hot, sweaty flesh along the neck and onto the shoulders. Carrie 
released her hold and moved to the breasts. She grabbed Devon's right breast with both 
hands and started to squeeze. "UUAAAAAAGGHHHHH!" screamed Devon as she 
started to regain her awareness. Carrie then raked her fingernails across the hero's large 
breasts, which brought even more tortured screams from Devon. Halting the attack, she 
pulled Devon's crotch to her thigh and started to rock it back and forth, up and down. 
Devon's screams became moans as her body started to feel an orgasm build up. Carrie 
Fickle worked her magic on the crotch gyrating Devon's hip with one hand, and she used 
her free hand to massage the aching breasts. Passionately she kissed Devon on the mouth, 
bringing her to a state of euphoria she had never experienced. Nicky Miles had been 
watching from the sidelines and she grew disgusted at her partner's display. Quickly she 
stormed the ring and pulled Carrie off the beaten fighter. "You SICK slut! Why do you 
do these things?" she asked incredulously. Carrie just smiled and left the ring. As Nicky 
Miles left, Devon's sweaty broken body was rocked in an orgasm's climax, and the sweet 
juices seeped from her bloody crotch. Indeed she was beaten; she was defeated as well as 
very physically shattered. Devastated.

Winner: Carrie Fickle