Hunting The Panther
By: Only The Strong



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

John Anderson was the prize pupil of "The Warriors Den", a training facility
run by Mark Jackson and his manager Lou. It’s sole purpose was training
fighters for cage matches in the underground world of mixed martial arts
fighting. John had just finished a one-year tour of the Orient, where he had
amassed an impressive undefeated record. When he left for the Orient, it was
understood that he would be released from his contractual agreement with Mark
and Lou, and be considered for the World Title against Mark, upon his return.
Mark was the reigning undefeated "Champion", of the mixed martial arts world,
but knew his prize disciple, John, was not only stronger than he was, but also
quickly becoming a better fighter. Sending John to the Orient was just a way
of delaying the inevitable match, and a way of cashing in on the remaining
challengers, that were overmatched by Mark’s fighting abilities. John was home
now, and eager to end his relationship with Mark and Lou, and get the Title
shot that was long overdue.

John’s phone calls to the Warriors Den went unanswered, so he contacted some
of the other fighters in the area, and was informed that Mark and Lou had not
been heard from in almost ten months. A tournament had been held for Mark’s
Title. John slammed the phone down. How could they just disappear? Mark
Jackson was at the top of his game, and had no real threats for his title,
other than John himself. He jumped in his car and headed for the Warriors Den.
Upon his arrival, he was shocked to find the building dark and seemingly
closed down. The windows had a thick coat of dust on them, and when he peeked
thru the glass, the inside had been looted, and looked to be used by vagrants
looking for a place to crash. John snuck in thru the back door and looked
around. Everything had been stolen or broken, and the wrestling mats had been
cut up and removed. He searched thru what used to be the office and found
nothing. Being the star pupil, had it’s advantages, though, John knew where
Mark and Lou had their safe hidden, and knew the combination, since he often
assisted with the books when he was an up-and-coming fighter. He found the
safe in the broom closet, still undetected, and hidden from view beneath a
couple of loose floorboards. John quickly grabbed the contents and shoved them
in an old paper bag from the closet, and headed for home.

After arriving home, John emptied the contents on his kitchen table. A couple
of account books, some bills, and fortunately for John, $10,000 in cash. Good
old Lou always liked to have some cash around to buy off a ref, or bribe a
fighter if needed. The one piece of paper that caught John’s eye, was a fax,
from someone in Brazil, who only went by Carlos. Carlos had challenged Mark
and Lou to come to Brazil and fight "The Panther", for a guaranteed $1 million
in cash. Who in the hell was Carlos, and better yet, who was this fighter that
went by the ridiculous moniker of "The Panther"? John could just barely make
out the return fax number on the paper, and noted that it had been received
shortly after he had been sent to fight in the Orient. John quickly typed out
a challenge to Carlos, asking to fight "The Panther", and inquiring about the
result of the match between Mark Jackson and The Panther. Since he didn’t own
a fax machine, he included his home address and had the message faxed to
Carlos from a local Gym.

Two weeks had gone by, and John was now in serious training for a Title shot
with some fool that had won the vacant championship in a rigged tournament.
John arrived home and checked the mailbox, finding a small package from Sao
Paulo, Brazil. John rushed into his house and tore open the package. A picture
of Mark and Lou, lying dead in shallow graves was the first thing that caught
his eye. The second thing that he noticed was a message written on the back of
the picture. "Be careful what you wish for!", was apparently written in blood.
John sat down heavily in a chair and stared at the photo. Lou. looked like he
had been beaten all over his body. Mark laid next to him, nude, except for his
wrestling boots. Mark’s neck was bruised around the windpipe, and his ribs
looked like they had been hit with a sledgehammer. John couldn’t believe it.
No way had another fighter done that to Mark. They must have killed Mark after
he beat their fighter. The only other item in the package was a first class
airline ticket to Sao Paulo with a note paper clipped to the back of it. The
note offered John $1 million in cash for a no-holds-barred, no time limit
fight with the Panther. That was it. The ticket was dated for tomorrow at
10:00 AM with John’s name on it." So much for contract negotiations", John
mused. He made up his mind in seconds. He may have wanted Mark’s title, but he
did owe his career to Mark and Lou, and was going to have his revenge on their
killers.

The flight to Brazil was uneventful, with John dozing most of the way. When he
arrived in the airport, he was greeted by Carlos and a chauffeur, who quickly
led him to an awaiting Limousine. John carefully studied Carlos as the car got
underway, and found him to be quite unremarkable, small, and annoyingly
confident. "Mr. Anderson, congratulations on your successful tour of the
Orient. I followed it closely. You were quite impressive in your wins. I even
managed to win quite a large sum of money on you in your last fight. So you
can imagine our delight, when we received a fax from you challenging the
Panther. We were in the process of issuing the same challenge to you. The
current Champion, who took the place of your departed friend, is not worthy of
the honor to fight our Champion." "So there it is"’ John thought to himself,
"no remorse". "Carlos, am I to believe that your fighter did that to Mark",
John exclaimed, "there isn’t a man alive strong enough to kill Mark with his
bare hands!" Carlos looked John over, "you were prepared to fight your friend
for his title, so please do not bore me with your story of his invincibility.
He was beaten, and now you are here. It truly is that simple, Mr. Anderson."
Carlos leaned close, "we only hope that you offer a little tougher test to The
Panther than your dear friend." The car suddenly stopped and the chauffeur
opened John’s door. "We will be back to pick you up tomorrow evening at 7:00PM
promptly, if you tell anyone about these arrangements, you will be killed. Now
good bye Mr. Anderson, I have a busy schedule." John stood outside a large
hotel, and was led to his room, where he was informed that his stay had been
pre-paid. John was un-nerved by how quickly this was all taking place, but he
was in peak condition, and planned on making quick work of "The Panther", and
then killing that little prick, Carlos, before leaving for home.

The limo arrived promptly, and the driver wordlessly shuffled John into the
back and drove at breakneck speeds thru the narrow side streets. Even if John
knew the city, he would have been lost because of the amount of turns and
speed at which the driver plowed the big limo around. John resigned himself to
the trip and closed his eyes to concentrate on the fight at hand. After what
seemed like an hour, the limo came to a stop in front of an abandoned
warehouse in the middle of a clearing in the jungle. John surveyed the
surroundings. He didn’t believe this place could be spotted from a helicopter.
John was quickly led into a dark dressing room and told he had fifteen minutes
to get ready.

Carlos arrived at exactly fifteen minutes and spoke with john as he escorted
him out of the dressing room. "Normally we allow the challenger to wage his
purse at 5:1 odds", Carlos said, "but after the pitiful fight your friend put
up, we will allow you 10:1 odds Mr. Anderson". "Are you kidding?!!!Bet it
all", John yelled, "I’m going to be a rich man at the end of this fight".
Carlos laughed and waved to a man who appeared to be handling the wager for
him. John arrived at the darkened ring and climbed in. A spotlight turned on
basking John in its warm glow. John removed his robe and began displaying his
incredible physique to the unseen audience amid loud whistles of approval. In
the year he spent in the Orient, John had managed to add 20lbs to his solid
physique, bringing him to an even 250lbs. At 6’3", he looked to be made out of
steel. He had planned on displaying his knew muscle in a title match with
Mark, but this will due he thought. With each pose, his muscles jumped to
attention. He was in better shape than any pro bodybuilder and even toyed with
the idea of carving out a living in contests to supplement his fighting. He
wore only black trunks and boots, as was customary with all of the Warriors
Den fighters.

Suddenly the lights came on at the far corner and displayed his opponent. "The
Panther is a woman?, John mused, "they have got to be kidding." From what he
could see, she appeared to be at least 6’2" tall and was wearing the customary
Jiu-Jitsu Gi that was preferred by Brazilian fighters. Her face was strikingly
beautiful and confident, as she peered at John with her opaline green eyes.
John could only see her forearms and calves, and was struck by their
definition. She was barefoot, and John made a mental note to stomp her feet as
he had so many other Brazilian fighters to slow them down. He guessed her
weight to be around 180lbs, but figured it to be soft, knowing that it was
difficult for women to carry that kind of weight without a lot of fat around
the edges. She continued to stare at John playfully, making John feel a bit
aroused as she continually took long looks at Johns impressive bulge in his
fighting trunks.

The bell sounded without any introduction and suddenly the arena was filled
with light. John tried to get his bearings, as he was startled to notice that
the entire audience was female, except for the smug Carlos sitting ringside.
Well with 10 million dollars on the line, John decided to waste no time and
went on the offensive. True to form he attempted to stomp on The Panthers lead
foot to slow her down. Just before contact with the top of her caramel colored
foot, The Panther quickly pulled her foot and drove the sole of it squarely
into the side of John’s face. John Staggered back as blood trickled down from
the corner of his right eye. Angered, he immediately stepped forward and tried
to deliver a vicious head kick of his own. The Panther blocked the kick with
her left arm and drove her right fist into the exposed inner thigh with
lightning quick efficiency. Again John stepped back. Two attacks and nothing
to show for it. He decided to take this match to the ground and choke her out.
He went for a shoot on her lead leg, and was amazed when she rolled over the
top and drove John into the canvas, again rendering damage to John’s right
eye, as she ground it into the canvas. John rolled and found himself on the
bottom with The Panther in "The Guard" position. John had never met a fighter
that could retain this position on him, and he quickly grabbed both sides of
her ribcage and pushed in an attempt to throw her. Not only was her midsection
rock hard, but she also didn’t budge. John was rewarded for his effort with an
elbow, skillfully delivered to the right eye again. John yelled in pain and
threw all of his strength into throwing The Panther off of him. John’s
strength was legendary in the fighting ranks, and had become even more
impressive with added weight he put on. This time The Panther sailed over his
head, but not before landing another well aimed knee into the side of John’s
right eye.

John jumped quickly to his feet, expecting The Panther to be right next to him
on the canvas. She was standing behind John, and when he whirled around to
find her, she threw a thunderous left hook that landed flush on the right side
of John’s face. The bone crushing sound was unmistakable as Johns cheek bones
and nose broke. John dropped to one knee and struggled to clear his head. He
rose to his feet and looked for The Panther with his only good eye. She stood
waiting for him, resting lazily in one of the corners, wearing only a thong.
She had removed the Gi while John struggled to gather himself, and now was on
display in all of her magnificence. She circled him, and all John could do was
stare as his cock began to harden at the sight of this beautiful Amazon. To
say she was defined was an understatement. The separation and muscle density
that she carried was every bodybuilder’s dream, male or female. Her large
breasts proudly on display seemed to defy gravity, each as large as John’s
head and glistening with sweat. John was in awe, and suddenly in fear for his
life. Never had he seen a physique like this, even in an artist’s rendition of
an Amazon. She was physical perfection, perfect in symmetry, and as deadly
strong as she was defined. John’s cock began to ache as it fought to free
itself from the constraints of his trunks. She continually circled John making
it difficult to track her with his one good eye.

After three or four agonizing minutes of circling John, which only led to John
becoming more and more dizzy as he struggled to keep his good eye focused on
her, The Panther finally mounted an offensive. She lashed out with a
sledgehammer straight kick into John’s solar plexus, which dropped John to his
knees. Struggling to breathe, he lost sight of her, as she circled behind him
and grabbed his exposed right arm. The Panther pulled John into a standing
position as she wrenched John’s right arm behind his back. John was dancing on
his tiptoes as The Panther began exerting more and more steady pressure upward
on his arm. Just when he thought the pain could get no worse; he let out a
scream as his shoulder separated. The Panther stepped back as John tried to
avoid her guarding his now useless right arm, which hung limp at his side. She
moved in again. John raised his left arm to fend off another strike at his
head. The Panther simply drone a right hook followed by a left into the
exposed sides of John’s rib cage. Both blows resulted in broken ribs on each
side. John was spitting blood as he struggled for air. The Panther lashed out
and tore John’s trunks off, exposing his raging hard-on to the audience. The
audience cheered madly as John’s full 10 inches came into view. The Panther
smiled hungrily and grabbed John in a bear hug. She picked John up off the
canvas and started rubbing his throbbing erection on her stomach muscles as
she alternated squeezing and relaxing her powerful arms. John was helpless as
each squeeze drove the air out of his lungs. She suddenly let go and John
slumped to the canvas nearly unconscious. His impressive erection standing
proudly up. The Panther smiled to the crowd and mounted John, swallowing the
entire length into her vagina. She pulled John’s head into her breasts and
alternated squeezing his head into them with each thrust on his erection. Just
as John was about to release his load, she pulled him to his feet by the hair.
She turned to each side of the ring displaying John to the crowd as she jerked
him off with her free hand. John finally let loose with the orgasm of his
life, sending his sizable load into the audience. The Panther leaned close and
kissed John goodbye. She picked John up above her head on display for all to
see. She turned to each side of the ring as the audience cheered madly. John
could only smile to himself as he waited for the inevitable, which came
swiftly. The Panther Threw John down across her knee and snapped his back with
an audible crunch that caused the audience to grow silent. As John stared up
at this amazing creature, he could only marvel at the thought that at least he
was bested by perfection. The Panther reached down with both hands and
mercifully broke John’s neck, killing him instantly. The Panther left John’s
lifeless body in the middle of the ring as she exited to the audience’s
cheers. John lay lifeless with a grin on his face, one more victim of The
Panther.