A club fighter details her dismantling of a cocky tough guy.
 

        As soon as you climbed into the ring to challenge me, I knew what you wanted.  You figured you could prove how tough you were by beating a woman in the ring and then getting to play with her chest as a boobie prize, so to speak.  That's what I love about challenge night at the "Queen's Dungeon", the underground women's fight club where I'm one of the star attractions.
        At 6 feet and 200 well muscled pounds, you were at the upper limit of male challengers that I was allowed to fight.  Weight class/divisions were one of the few rules that the club had.  Those who ran the club knew that their customers loved nothing better than seeing a beautiful, sexy woman, such as myself, wipe the mat with muscle heads like you.  So, when you climbed into the ring, staring at my breasts, I knew I had another opportunity to give the crowd their money's worth.
        Like most twits that I face, you came up to me flexing your muscles, actually believing that you could intimidate me.  Muscles or not, my martial arts training has taught me all the places where I can inflict pain and control you for as long as I want before knocking you out.
        "Oh my", I said in mock fear.  "Look at how big you are.  What am I going to do with you?"
        "The only issue, bitch, is what I'm going to do with you when I'm finished."
        Pleased at hearing your bravado, I urged you on saying, "Don't wait all day, lover" and stuck my chest out even more toward you.
        With all that overconfidence you were showing, it was not a surprise when you threw a looping right at my head.  It was easy to avoid.  I also easily ducked your left.  Seeing you confused and annoyed, I came a bit closer and smiled.
        "Is that the best you can do?  I thought I'd get more from a super built man like you."  With a snarl you lunged at me, but I easily stepped aside as you continued on to the ropes.  Once there, you braced yourself then turned around.  Before you could even think of your next move, my right leg shot up and in a lightning double move, my foot connected with your left shoulder, then the top of your head.
        The surprise and shock on your face at my speed and strength let me know just how much fun I was about to have.  Knocking you down so easily made you much less sure of yourself.  You moved along the ropes to the right to keep your distance and then started to circle around to your right.  I waited until you put your hands up and took a fighter's stance.  I put my arms out and signaled for you to come closer.  As you cautiously approached, let my hands fall down to my side and waited.
        Thinking that the first blows may have been lucky shots, you slowly came forward into range.  When nothing happened you threw a tentative left jab at my head.  When I failed to react, you came a little closer to try again.  Just as you started to throw another left jab, I stooped down and drove two thundering uppercuts, left-right, into your bellybutton.  You bent over with a load grunt, your arms wrapped around your midsection.  My spinning back kick with my right leg caught you on the right shoulder and knocked you to the ground on your left side.  Stunned, you forgot all about protecting yourself as you began to get up.  I walked over and kicked you right in the middle of your chest with my right foot, flipping you onto your back.
        Groaning in pain, you slowly rolled over onto your stomach and crawled to the ropes.  I waited until you were upright and then with both hands started driving short rapid punches into your kidneys.  Your body stiffened in pain and when you slumped forward against the ropes, I stopped.  With my right leg, I swept both your feet and you crashed to the mat on your right side.  I waited patiently while you slowly got on all fours and pulled yourself along the lower ropes toward the corner.  You slowly got to your feet and turned as quickly as you could to see where I was.
        I walked slowly toward you as you straightened up trying to figure out what to do next.  You threw a looping right hand that I easily blocked with my left and drove my own right up into your solar plexus.  The air rushed out of your lungs as you doubled over.  My left knee came up twice into the chest and knocked you back into the corner against the ringpost.  Your arms flailed back over the top ropes.  As your knees buckled, you tightly grabbed the ropes on either side of you to prevent yourself from falling to the mat.  Seeing you in that position was like an invitation that I could not refuse.
        I moved in and began to work over your midsection with both hands.  Your solar plexus, abs, bellybutton, liver, ribs and obliques were all used as targets.  I threw jabs, hooks and uppercuts as punches and spears.  With your back against the ringpost, you had to absorb all that punishment without allowing your body to give with any of the blows.  When you would start to bend forward, a forearm or knee to the chest would straighten you up.  Blow after blow with speed and great force reigned in on your body.  Your rock-hard abs began to soften under my relentless assault causing the pain to spread deeper into your body as the blows penetrated.
        As your facial expression went from intense pain to slack-jawed agony, I sent a kick to each side causing you to bend one way and then the other.  A kick to your abs brought one hand down to try and protect your midsection.  I reached up, grabbed the other, spun and flipped you over my back onto the map.  Spread-eagled on your back, you were completely defenceless as I jumped into the air and executed an elbow drop right on your bellybutton.  Your body jack-knifed as you let out a loud, long groan of pain.  Before you collapsed back onto the mat, I slipped my left leg under your back and dropped my right leg across your gut, crossed my ankles and started to squeeze.
        "Having a super body hasn't done you much good", I teased.  "I thought it would take a lot longer to get to this point, but I guess you're not the man of steel you thought you were."
        With only moaning and groaning as a reply, I continued to squeeze and increase the pressure, my long, thick, firm thighs glistening with sweat.  Seeing that your struggles were becoming less, I eased off slightly.  When a bit of relief came into your face, I suddenly tightened the scissors to a greater level than I had before.  I continued to play with you that way for several minutes until you were semiconscious, then released the scissors altogether.
        I reached down and grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your feet.  I turned your back towards the ropes and pushed you into them.  As you bounced back to me, I drove my left fist into your guts.  You grunted and fell to the mat.  I repeated the move, this time punching you with my right fist.  The next three times, I gave you a backhanded chop to the chest as you came stumbling off the ropes, knocking you down each time.  The final time, I kicked you in the solar plexus, then watched you sink to the mat in a daze.  I used my feet to roll you over onto your back, then jumped up into the air and came down ass first right on your gut.
        Now I figured it was time to give you what you really wanted.  I crawled over your bruised and battered body until my breasts were over your face.  I then lowered my full mounds over your face until your mouth and nose were completely covered.  As your feeble mind suddenly realized it was being starved for oxygen, your body began to wiggle and squirm underneath mine.  I could also feel your face moving back and forth between my breasts as you desparately tried to get air.  Your movements, especially of your face against my boobs, sent waves of electricity through my body.  I was very disappointed, when after only a few minutes of struggle, those movements ceased.  I raised myself up slightly and watched as the referee raised your hand three times and each time let it fall to the mat.  After it fell the third time, I reluctantly sat up so my hand could be raised in victory.
        I sat back on the abs that I took so much pleasure in pounding and looked down at your unconscious form.  I smiled as I quickly review all the the action in my mind, especially the ending.  It would be nice though, if I could find a man with a bit more staying power.