The Panther
By Only The Strong


The following is a work of fiction. If you like my stories read on, if not, 
don’t!

Mark Jackson had been in fights all over the world and was proud of his 
undefeated record. He was recognized by every organization that sponsored 
mixed martial arts combat as the reigning World Champion. Unfortunately, 
mixed martial arts had gone underground because of tough legislation that 
was attempting to ban this brutal warrior sport. Mark had been forced to 
travel all over the world to fight, and had received very little in the way 
of “real money” compared to professional boxers, or that fake wrestling shit 
that was on television. To say he was bitter was an understatement, but he 
had carved out a pretty good living off of endorsements and fights. It was 
therefore understandable why he and his manager jumped at the unconditional 
offer of $1 million dollars to fight an unknown fighter in Brazil, who went 
by the ridiculous moniker of “The Panther.”

When Jackson and his manager Lou arrived in Brazil, they were greeted by a 
limousine and treated to a dinner in a very exclusive restaurant by a 
gentleman who called himself Carlos. Carlos explained to the two, that the 
fight would be in a remote area, and would be held in an octagon style ring 
with no referee, no rules, and no time limit. You either won by tap out or 
knock out. Finally, a chance to really unleash on an opponent thought 
Jackson. He had fought similar bouts, but they always had a referee present 
to step in before any real damage could be inflicted. Sure some fighters 
were injured and on rare occasions died from their injuries, but for the 
most part, the fighters were limited in the types of attacks and blows that 
could be used by the various sponsor organizations. This was a new wrinkle 
to the equation, and Jackson relished the opportunity to fight with the 
heightened awareness that would be necessary in a no-holds-barred match. 
Carlos placed a brief case on the table and informed Jackson and Lou that it 
contained $250 thousand dollars and informed the two that the remainder 
would be paid, win or lose at the conclusion of the fight. He then stated 
that he understood if Jackson and Lou decided to chicken out and run with 
the 250, because they had very little chance of victory. Enraged, Jackson 
shoved the briefcase at the little man and yelled, “ you keep the upfront 
money, I’m going home with the full million after I destroy your fighter!” 
“Very well”, said Carlos, “we had hoped that you would be brave enough to go 
through with the fight.” Before He could get a word in edgewise, Carlos 
turned and left them with an envelope containing hotel reservations and 
instructions to be in front of their hotel at 5:00PM the next evening.

They were picked up at 5:00PM and taken thru back streets and finally back 
roads into the jungle. Any hope of knowing their location was lost after the 
first half-hour of travel thru the winding trails and dirt covered roads. 
They were ushered into a small building that contained a freight elevator 
that carried them underground at least a couple of stories. Jackson was then 
ushered into a small locker room and instructed to change into his gear. Lou 
was informed that he would be ringside, and was offered the opportunity to 
bet any amount of the $1 million at 5-1 odds against Jackson. Jackson 
screamed, “You’ve got to be kidding, I’m the undefeated champion of the 
world, and I’m the underdog?!!! Bet it all Lou, let’s clean house on these 
guys!!!” Lou nodded confidently and was led away to make the bet.

Jackson was led down a darkened aisle by three men and could not see anyone 
in the crowd, but could sense the tension in the air that only a packed 
house brings. He reached the ring and was let in thru the plexi-glass door. 
The lighting was low and he could hear the buzzing of the crowd and smell 
the cigarettes and beer. He relished this feeling. Only in the ring was he 
truly comfortable and in control of his life. He planned on an early knock 
out and a quick pay-off of $5million after Lou collected their winnings. 
Suddenly his half of the octagon was lit with a spotlight. He was bathed in 
its warm glow and started showing off his glistening 6’3” 230lb body for the 
audience. With each pose, the unseen audience whistled as Jackson’s muscles 
leaped into full view. He was putting on quite the posing exhibition when 
the lights finally displayed his opponent in the other half of the octagon. 
The crowd cheered madly as The Panther stepped into the light. Jackson was 
stunned. The Panther was a female. “They have got to be kidding,” he 
thought, “how could they possibly be willing to give up their money for me 
to destroy a chick.” The Panther was introduced and Jackson studied her 
carefully. She was about 6’2” with dark caramel colored skin, which was 
common with many Brazilians. She wore a traditional Jiu-Jitsu Gi, which 
consisted of a bulky, baggy top and bottom. Her bare feet were exposed up to 
mid calf, and Jackson noted that her calves, at least what he could see of 
them looked to be very muscular. The rest of her was hidden by the Gi. He 
guessed her weight at 180lbs, and he also guessed it to be soft. She was 
big, but no way was she carrying the kind of rock hard muscles on her frame 
that a similar sized male would have. The announcer wasted little time 
introducing the combatants, only calling them by name, and announcing that 
all betting was now closed. The announcer exited the octagon and a loud gong 
was heard, signaling the start of the match.

The lights came on around the octagon as each fighter measured the other, 
circling slowly and looking for an opening. The first thing that struck 
Jackson as odd was that the entire audience was female except for Carlos and 
Lou who sat beside each other in the front row. Jackson was a little 
unnerved; he had never fought in a setting like this. The only way to cope 
was to get the audience on his side by attacking, he thought. Jackson lashed 
out with a powerful head kick, meaning to end the fight with one blow. The 
Panther easily blocked the kick with one forearm and delivered a punch with 
her right hand to Jackson’s exposed calf muscle. The blow was lightning 
quick, and while not overly hard, it was perfectly placed on the inside of 
his right calf and caused a quick jolt of pain. Jackson quickly countered 
with a wild left hook, again thrown with full strength, which The Panther 
easily ducked under and responded with another quick shot with her right 
hand to his exposed ribs. That one hurt, and caused Jackson to take a step 
back as he gathered himself. The audience went crazy and started cheering 
crazily. “So much for winning the audience over early,” he thought. So far, 
The Panther was reluctant to attack, and calmly waited for Jackson to step 
forward again. This time Jackson tried a kick to her right thigh with his 
left leg, intending to lower her hands and knock her out with a follow up 
right cross.  The Panther responded by quickly blocking the kick with a 
left-handed punch to the inside of Jackson’s left calf. The right cross that 
was to follow was slowed by the pain that shot up his left leg, and was 
easily ducked under. He again received a quick piston-like punch from her 
right hand into his exposed ribs. There was no mistaking the loud crack of 
one or two of Jackson’s ribs breaking from the powerful punch. Jackson 
backed away reeling in pain. Four attempted blows by him had resulted in 
nothing but broken ribs and sore calves. Again, The Panther calmly waited 
for Jackson in the center of the octagon. Her dark brown eyes studied 
Jackson’s every move. This time Jackson decided to fake a punch and attempt 
a take down, trying to use his size advantage to deliver damage from the 
ground. The Panther was ready and simply rolled over Jackson and pivoted to 
the side as she rode him to the canvas. Jackson was on his back with The 
Panther in the guard position that so many Jiu-Jitsu fighters preferred. 
Jackson had been there before, and knew he could out muscle her from this 
position. He placed both hands under her rib cage, surprised to find a rock 
hard physique underneath the Gi, not the fat that he had guessed would be 
there. He pushed with all of his strength in attempt to throw her from the 
guard position. His efforts were futile, not only was he unable to 
straighten his arms to toss her off, but she had locked her hands behind his 
neck and was actually pulling his head into her chest. Jackson struggled 
mightily, exasperated that he could not push her off. He was capable of 
benching 500lbs and yet was unable to budge The Panther. To make matters 
worse, she was actually causing his arms to bend instead of straighten, with 
the constant pull of her hands behind his neck. Slowly, and seemingly 
without much effort, The Panther pulled Jackson’s face into the front of her 
Gi. Jackson couldn’t breath as The Panther mashed his face into the front of 
her Gi, and he threw wild punches to her sides as he tried to desperately 
get her out of the guard position. Just as the world seemed to start 
darkening at the edges, The Panther released Jackson and stepped back, 
leaving him lying on the canvas, gasping for air.

Slowly Jackson got to his feet. His ribs ached on the right side and made it 
increasingly difficult to gather a full recovery breath. Across from him, 
The Panther stood waiting, not even breathing hard. Jackson was all at once 
afraid as he realized that he had grossly underestimated his opponent and 
had been injured in the process. His ribs ached and both calves had charlie 
horses from the earlier punches. The Panther smiled as she disrobed from her 
traditional Jiu-Jitsu Gi. Underneath the bulky clothing she wore a white 
micro bikini, which sharply contrasted, with her caramel colored, sweat 
glistened skin. To say she was muscular was an understatement. She easily 
matched Jackson in muscularity, but was far more defined, in near perfect 
Ms. Olympia shape. Her huge breast struggled to stay in the confines of her 
ridiculously small top, and was the reason that Jackson was unable to 
breathe when she had him on the ground. Her Gi coupled with the shear size 
of her breast, completely blocked off any usable air he would have had when 
she locked his head between them. Her upper body was matched by her thighs 
and calves, which displayed so much separation between the muscles, that she 
easily could have scared even the best male body builders. Jackson stared in 
disbelief at the perfection before him. Her moniker, “The Panther”, was 
definitely appropriate. She resembled a large jungle cat and moved with the 
muscular grace of a large jungle cat.

Jackson became afraid for the first time in his fight career. He charged 
recklessly at The Panther, hoping to catch her off guard and start some kind 
of offensive. She easily stopped him at mid ring with a vicious front kick 
delivered to Jackson’s stomach. He doubled over as the air in his lungs 
quickly exited. The Panther grabbed a hand full of hair and straightened the 
champion to a standing position. She pulled his face close to hers and 
delicately kissed him on the lips before she suddenly dropped down and 
hoisted him into a back breaker on her shoulders. Jackson was in agony, 
unable to catch his breath, and was now being stretched across her shoulders 
like a lightweight. He screamed in agony as he was allowed to drop like a 
rag doll from her shoulders. He hit the canvas with a sickening thud. He 
struggled to get to his knees, and stared at her bare feet in front of him, 
unable to raise his head and still struggling to catch his breath. He felt 
her bathing suit top as she draped it over his shoulders and grabbed his 
chin, again hoisting him into a standing position. He stared in disbelief at 
her magnificent breast as she held him upright with one hand and gently 
stroked his manhood with her free hand. Just as his erection became painful 
to be contained in his trunks, she ripped them off of him. He staggered 
back, naked and struggling for air as this magnificent black Amazon stalked 
him around the ring. The crowd of women cheered madly, as he stood there 
shakily with his erection sticking straight out like a divining rod. The 
Panther moved in quickly and trapped his throbbing erection between her 
thighs as she encircled his chest and arms in a bear hug. She had removed 
her bikini bottom and he could feel the heat and wetness of her crotch as 
she gently rocked his erection against her labia and inner thighs. She 
tightened her bear hug gradually as she increased the speed of rubbing his 
member between her muscular thighs. Jackson could feel his ribs continue to 
break as his arms which were pinned to his sides were useless to stop the 
attack. She pulled away from Jackson and displayed him to the crowd as his 
throbbing erection shot its load in spasms at the crowd. They cheered with 
delight, and continued cheering for their female champion. She pulled 
Jackson’s face to her own and whispered in his ear, “you should have taken 
the money and run”. She stepped back, and with one outstretched hand clamped 
his windpipe in her steel like grip and blew him a kiss goodbye. The 
combatants remained motionless for minutes until The Panther released the 
lifeless Jackson, letting him fall to the canvas.

Lou stood in disbelief at the lifeless form of his once proud fighter. He 
turned when he sensed motion around him. He now knew full well why he and 
Jackson had never heard of The Panther. No one who had ever fought her had 
survived to tell the tale. He resigned himself to his fate, as the crowd of 
women attacked him, knowing that he and Jackson had definitely met their 
match in this lifetime...