The Prize
By Klunker100(@yahoo.com)
Part IV


(A comfortable, after-hours old-boys weekend activity is upended by the 
arrival of a couple of mysterious – and beautiful – strangers. Contains 
violence, graphic sex, lesbianism, and coarse language.)

	The night before the next fight, Manny called Lisa and Erin and 
asked them to meet him at his favorite restaurant to discuss a business 
proposition. Each woman had a pretty good idea what was on his mind. Over 
steak and lobster, he proposed that the two women fight each other as the 
main event. This came as no surprise. Although they had been casual 
friends, having attended the same gym and martial arts classes these last 
few months, their competitive spirit was stronger than their sense of 
sisterhood. And the larger than usual purse -- $5200 for the winner and 
$4300 for the loser – provided added incentive. They agreed, each 
contemplating what it would take to beat the other.

	Both women arrived at the arena with their entourages at the same 
time the next night. They exchanged pleasantries but knew what was at 
stake: these men were paying lots of money to see tits and blood and they 
wouldn't be happy until they got it. Each gladiatrix sat in her locker 
room, with their 'prize bitch', sweating out the undercards. Nicole, 
wearing form-fitting sweats instead of her trademark bustier, fumbled 
with Lisa's gloves, never being able to lace them to the fighter's 
satisfaction. Donna, wearing her 'lucky bikini' top and leotard bottoms, 
was having the same trouble with Erin, as Ginger struggled to get her 
fighter's leotards 'just right'. There was already tension between the 
'Irish Terror's' two girls and the stress of the fight wasn't helping 
matters any.

	The call came. The distaff warriors entered the arena through 
different doors and the crowd went wild. Word got out that there would be 
two women fighting, which brought a fair number of local girls to the 
event, but they thought they would be watching men get the crap beat out 
of them for a change...they didn't bargain on this.

	After the customary introductions the women returned to their 
corners for final preparation. As was normal for her, Ginger pulled the 
top off of her fighter and Erin flexed her chest out of force of habit. 
The crowd let up an approving roar, even the women. Not to be outdone, 
Lisa leaned over to Nicole and instructed her 'bitch' to remove her 
halter top. Her breasts were so large that it took some doing. Having 
bigger tits, the cheer was louder. Erin was hit with a case of old-
fashioned female jealousy, staring down a set of boobs that were much 
larger than her own. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she slid into 
an un-warrior-like demeanor. Ginger quickly jumped to her feet and hugged 
the Irishwoman, trying to console her. The cheers grew louder by the 
second. Jealousy also got the best of Donna, who climbed inside the ring 
to try to peel Ginger away from her lover. Donna was only able to remove 
one arm when Ginger, who was much stronger, let loose with a right cross 
that sent Donna into the ropes, her long, brown hair flying in the 
breeze.

	As Donna knelt on the ropes, dazed and shaken, Ginger once again 
embraced Erin tightly and kissed her on the cheek several times, still 
trying to comfort her woman. The other corner saw their own shade of 
green and came up with their own means of redirecting attention where 
they felt it belonged. Nicole quickly ripped off her sweatshirt and 
wrapped her arms around Lisa, kissing her on the lips. The crowd 
spontaneously began to chant, 'Take 'em off! Take 'em off!" Although 
vastly outnumbered, the chants of the women seemed to be louder down in 
the ring. Nicole stepped back from Lisa, turned around and lifted the 
back of her hair so Lisa could unhook her bra. Once it was unsnapped, 
Nicole held the front of it in place with her other hand, teasing the 
crowd and driving them into a frenzy. Across the ring, Ginger stretched 
out her arms far to her sides so Erin could unbutton her blouse and 
remove it. She wasn't wearing a bra. The crowd hollered as the young 
brunette walked around the ring, her well-toned arms outstretched, 
showing off her firm, shapely breasts.

	Meanwhile, Donna came out of her fog zone and ran up behind Ginger, 
who was too busy strutting around the ring to notice. Donna tackled her, 
pushing her violently into the ropes. Before the referee could come over 
and separate the two catfighters, Ginger used a judo throw to get Donna 
off of her. Ginger lunged towards Donna and ripped off her top, bringing 
the crowd to fever pitch. Her attention diverted, Nicole's hand fell away 
from her bra. She jerked her head down when she suddenly felt cold air on 
her nipples, which began to grow. She wrapped her arm across her chest, 
bent over to pick up her bra, and ran out of the ring. Meanwhile, Ginger, 
still topless, was now running around the perimeter, waving Donna's 
bikini top above her head in triumph as Donna chased her, her tits 
flopping as she ran. The referee called for order and for the non-
combatants to leave the ring; a couple of good-old boys in the front row 
obliged, showing the feuding women the way out (as they tried to cop a 
feel).

	Both fighters were furious over the turn of events. As Manny and 
the ref were trying to quiet the crowd, Lisa stepped forward from her 
corner and yelled, "You're trying to turn this thing into a damned 
circus, Limey! I'm not gonna take it – I'm gonna rip your fucking head 
off and shit down your neck!"

	"Big talker," the 'Irish Terror' yelled back. "If you think you're 
so bloody tough, why don't you put your money where your mouth is and 
make it a winner-take-all, bitch?"

	"I'll do better than that, you old slut – let's throw in the 
prizes, too! I'll work you over and then I'll work your girls over! And 
they'll like it because at least I have tits," the 'Black Widowmaker' 
shouted, as she stuck her chest out.

	"I'm not gonna let him ring that bell until the two of you shut-up 
and return to your corners," yelled the referee. Both women turned up 
their noses and complied.

	The bell rang and the joint was jumping. The 'Irish Terror' used a 
straight-in approach to set up for a kick while the 'Black Widowmaker' 
circled and kept out of range. The two women danced around each other for 
about 30 seconds – which is about how long it took for the crowd to start 
up with the catcalls – until Erin broke with her routine and ran straight 
into Lisa with a leading right cross and running follow-through. The men 
cheered as the large woman staggered and Erin turned around to attack 
again. Lisa blocked the next punch and let fly with a right cross of her 
own, square into her opponent's left breast, to the delight of the crowd. 
Erin returned the favor with a roundhouse kick to the hip. It was on.

	The two warriors traded a flurry of punches, kicks, and trash talk 
non-stop until the end of the first round. Before the next round began, 
the women in the corners were allowed to return – under escort and on the 
condition that they behave themselves, and leave their clothes on (the 
fight, after all, was the main event). Ginger hurriedly spoke to Erin, to 
which she nodded her head, as Donna sponged her down. Across the ring, 
Nicole did the same for Lisa, but was unable to offer any fighting 
strategy.

	The bell rang and both women sprang up. Once again Erin ran 
straight towards Lisa looking like she was going to throw another punch, 
which Lisa was prepared to defend herself against, but at the last second 
she stopped dead in her tracks and kicked her opponent dead-center at the 
waistline. Legal although vicious, ruled the ref. Stunned, Lisa tried to 
mount a counterattack with a flurry of blows but Erin moved too quickly, 
returning a few of her own. For the rest of the round the Irishwoman 
concentrated on body blows, which were beginning to take their toll.

	Lisa didn't answer the third round bell with a lot of enthusiasm. 
She tried to use what speed she had left to mess up her opponent's face, 
but to no avail. As soon as she felt she had the opportunity, Erin 
punched her adversary square in the face, sending her reeling into the 
ropes. The crowd came back in the match. The ref tried to give her a 
standing 8-count but she used her last two good punches to blast him in 
the stomach, eye, and out of the ring. She didn't have enough time to 
turn to face her friend-turned-blood rival before Erin was at her side 
and kicked straight up, striking the bottom of her left breast. Lisa 
cried out in pain.

	"So ya like havin' them big tits, do ya," Erin taunted. "Then take 
THIS," she yelled as she began furiously pummeling her hapless opponent's 
womanhood with her fists until she passed out. As soon as Lisa fell to 
the mat, Erin reared back and kicked her in the face, sending a stream of 
blood across the ring as her head flailed under the force of the blow, 
now knocked out cold. The crowd yelled and stomped their feet in 
approval.

	Nicole ran out to the middle of the ring to attend to her fallen 
lover-warrior. Ginger and Donna jumped over the ropes to embrace and kiss 
their champion, which delighted the crowd almost as much as the fight. As 
Nicole knelt beside Lisa, Ginger walked towards her with a gleam in her 
eye. She grabbed Nicole by the arm and yanked her upright. The sultry 
blonde, relying on her minimum fighting experience against her inebriated 
boyfriend, used her free hand to take a swing at the stronger, more 
experienced brunette, who easily caught her arm in mid-flight. Nicole 
responded by kneeing her in the stomach, which caused Ginger to only 
flinch. With her gleam growing stronger, Ginger pushed Nicole onto the 
mat.

	As Nicole hurried to get up, Ginger removed her blouse, revealing 
her moderately-muscled torso and firm breasts. She flexed her arms and 
reeled back to punch Nicole, who rammed her shoulder into her newfound 
opponent's stomach, using her washboard abs as her target. Ginger went 
down on the mat hard. Nicole ran over to her, grabbed her slacks and 
yanked them down to the ankles. The audience started laughing, as did 
Erin and Donna, who were relaxing in the corner. Erin turned to her 
'bitch' and said, "This won't take long...Ginge will kick the shit out of 
the bitch in no time...I've seen her do it before." Turned on by the 
spectacle, Erin put one arm around Donna's shoulder and reached into the 
front of her lover's pants with the other and began fingering her crotch. 
Donna put her arm around the muscular warrior's waist, then let it slide 
down inside her leotard bottom and began massaging her ass. The women in 
the audience were the first to pick up on this, and gasped.

	Back in the center of the ring, Nicole slammed her body on top of 
Ginger, unsure of what to do next, other than to swing at her face and 
body a few times...but it didn't faze the stronger young woman in the 
least. So amused was the auburn-haired girl that she decided to have some 
fun before sending Nicole to her final humiliation of the night. First, 
she finished removing her pants...they were no longer needed. Then she 
surreptitiously reached underneath Nicole's sweatshirt and deftly 
unhooked her bra, smiling all the while, much to the bewilderment of the 
blonde bombshell. It was time to make her move. Using her superior 
strength, Ginger forced Nicole off of her and somehow in the process 
yanked off her sweatshirt, taking the bra with it. Nicole was shocked and 
once again quickly put her forearms across her chest as she stood up. As 
soon as she was upright, Ginger reached out and grabbed Nicole by the 
hair; the busty blonde tried in vain to remove the more experienced 
woman's grip. Ginger used the opportunity to belt her in the stomach. 
Looking on from her corner, Erin said to Donna, "See – I told ya so!"

	Still firmly grasping Nicole's long blonde hair, Ginger slapped her 
prey in the face, breasts, and stomach as she felt moved. Nicole was 
beginning to sob uncontrollably. When she felt that further blows would 
inflict no further punishment, Ginger said, "Your whore made a promise 
and now you're gonna pay up! I hope you're real good at lickin' 
clit...looks like you've had a lot of practice," she said, as she glanced 
over at Lisa's still-limp body. The muscular brunette stepped behind the 
blonde, grabbed the waist of her sweatpants, and dragged her over to the 
waiting victor. Nicole tried to pry those strong hands away but Ginger 
used her fight training to grab them and keep them immobilized.

	Nicole, sobbing and bleeding from her mouth, nose, and eye, was 
planted squarely in front of Erin, who said with a sneer, "Now ya get to 
eat some white meat, ya ruddy bitch. But first I want a taste of you...," 
as she leaned over to kiss the terrified blonde, who jerked her head 
away. Erin slapped her hard across the face and screamed, "Don't you DARE 
turn away from me, you slut! Let's try that again!" As Ginger maintained 
her firm hold, Erin clamped her muscular hand around Nicole's jaw and 
forced her lips to hers. "Hmph! Terrible kisser. I hope ya suck pussy 
better than ya kiss!"

	Aroused, Donna cooed, "Lemme get her warmed up." She walked up to 
her old friend and said, "Don't be afraid, dear. Nobody's going to hurt 
you. We're going to love you." Nicole could only stare blankly at her 
former stablemate, still shaking and crying. Donna hugged the blonde


Only one way to find out." Donna took her hand off Erin's ass and deftly 
and deliberately slid her leotard off, then removed her lover's panties. 
Now fully naked, Erin flexed, both to please the crowd and to intimidate 
Nicole.

 She spread her ankles apart and said to Ginger, "Let's see what this 
bitch can do." Now oblivious to the cheers of the crowd, Ginger forced 
Nicole to her knees and pushed her head into the 'Irish Terror's' crotch, 
making it clear that she had better perform to the boss' satisfaction -- 
or else. Through her sobbing Nicole licked pussy, eventually plunging her 
tongue farther and farther in. As Erin began to climax, Donna removed her 
own top and began rubbing her tits on the fighter's muscular back as she 
kissed her back and shoulders, and reached around to rub Erin's nipples 
and chest.

	Ginger said, "Hey...I want some of this action, too!" Erin took 
over holding Nicole's hair and told her friend to go for it. The auburn-
haired beauty removed her panties as she jaunted over to Lisa, who was 
barely semi-conscious by now. She straddled the beaten woman's head, 
placed her crotch over the fallen warrior's face, then rolled the two of 
them over. From her back, Ginger placed Lisa's head in a leg-lock and 
grabbed the black woman's large wrists, extending them out to her side to 
keep her in place. Lisa knew that in her weakened state she had no choice 
but to submit...she hoped that Ginger would have her orgasm soon as she 
was tightening her grip and hurting her wrists as she started to climax.

	Neither the women, Manny, the ref, the spectators, nor the other 
fighters remembered exactly how things finally came to an end that night. 
For that, they have to wait for their wives to go to their 'candle party' 
and pull out the videotapes.