Amelia
By Kata
In an underground fighting arena, a gang enforcer is about to have her coming out party.


Amelia sat in her locker room, her sister sat on the far side of the room and
her cornerman/manager was crouched in front of her. She smiled at him., "Well,
we did warn them David." She said, her lilting Irish accent singing in the
air. David nodded at her, "Yup." He didn't have much else to say to her, she
was ready to go. Rebecca made her way over to her sister now and crouched in
front of her, "Remember, you don't stop until he either gives in or is unable
to continue." Amelia nodded at her sister and stood up. She stood only 5'1 but
weighed in at 162lbs (73.5kg), all solid muscle. Her strawberry blonde hair
was tied up in a high ponytail, she wore a navy blue gi and a pair of
flip-flops as she walked out to the arena, her cornerman and her sister
flanking her, just behind.

The arena itself was a large circular room, built around a cage that sat dead
centre. Not your typical MMA cage, this was made with thick, heavy chains.
There was no mat or padding, just a wooden floor. Amelia entered and looked up
at the crowd. Hundreds of the elite in the criminal underworld were there,
cheering and baying for blood. Her sister had made her name in this arena and
was now a powerful gang leader herself. Amelia had been working with Rebecca
for some time, but now she was here to lift her own profile. In all honesty,
Rebecca knew her younger sister was more dangerous than even she was and this
was going to be something of a coming out party for her.

Her opponent was another well-known enforcer, a man by the name of Tony
Harlowe. He was a fairly big guy, standing 6'0, about 200lbs (91kg). Amelia
had warned him not to fight her. She had expressly given him the option to
back out of the match, even right up until the day before the fight, she had
approached his managers and team telling them to pull him out of the match,
but they refused. And so, his fate had been decided.

Amelia kicked off her flip-flops and entered the cage and looked straight
across at Tony. He was pacing back and forth with a smile on his face,
cracking his knuckles as he went.

An announcer introduced both fighters, cheers and boos went up as their names
were called. He stepped out of the cage, the door shut and was locked, a siren
sounded and the fight began.

The two combatants circled each other slowly, slowly drawing themselves closer
to the centre of the cage, wary of each other, keeping their gaze locked on
each other, waiting for the first assault. It was Tony who fired first, a huge
right hook that came too fast for Amelia to avoid or parry so she just managed
to raise her guard enough to take the shot on her forearm. She planted her
right foot hard and the Tony's arm slammed into her like he had hit a concrete
block. He stepped back and shook the limb out, a massive bruise already
forming on the inside of his forearm. Amelia flashed a grin at him. This
pissed Tony off and he fired off a powerful straight, but this time there was
enough distance and time for Amelia to gauge the attack. She ducked and rolled
her upper body to her left, getting under the punch and onto the outside of
her opponent. Before Tony could retract his arm, she had caught his wrist with
her right hand and forced his arm downwards, pulling it in the same motion so
he was flipped over by his own momentum. Tony crashed onto his back and
grunted from the impact. Amelia still had a hold of his wrist and was pulling
on it, above his head, yanking him back in the centre of the cage. She then
threw the limb down with a degree of disdain and stepped back, waiting for his
next move.

Tony sat up and shook his head, his back towards his opponent. With a flash of
her smile, Amelia approached him from behind and swung a kick dead centre of
his spine. There was a thud as her shin collided with his back causing Tony to
arch in agony. Amelia stepped back to give Tony the time to stand up. He
slowly got to his feet and resumed his fighting stance, now circling much
slower than previously. Amelia watched him closely, her own guard down as she
stood up straight up and pivoted in the centre of the cage to move with him.
Patiently she waited, the crowd were getting restless, which spurred Tony into
action. Rushing forward, he swung a right hook, a huge haymaker that whistled
over Amelia's head as she ducked under and wrapped her arms around Tony's
waist. With sudden, massive force, she lifted him and arched her back, taking
him over in a beautiful German suplex and landing him on the back of his head.
Keeping her grip, she twisted them both over so she was now on top of him, his
back still facing her, and once again, she hoisted him up by his waist and
threw herself backwards. Again, his head impacted the ground hard and again,
she kept her grip, pivoted her hips and, for a third time, she launched him
backwards, this time releasing him into the air and watching him crash down on
the far side of the cage. She looked over at his cornermen and shrugged with a
smile on her face.

The crowd cheered now as Tony scrambled to find his bearings. He pulled
himself to a sitting position and as he looked up, Amelia was already in front
of him, crouching and as close as she could get. "I'm going to kill you." She
said plainly. Tony swiped at her, but she blocked his flailing arms easily and
raised her left leg, still crouched down, all of her weight on the toes of her
right foot. She pointed her left foot towards Tony, like a spear. Slowly she
moved it towards him until her toes lightly grazed his throat. "I could
puncture your oesophagus right now, with ease." She taunted him, applying just
a little more pressure. Tony grabbed at her ankle and tried to move her leg
back, but it was futile. Suddenly, she jerked her foot back, out of Tony's
grip and, like lightning, fired it forward again. Her toes connected with his
neck, but she did not puncture him as she had proposed, instead she hit with
just enough force to cause him to choke. Amelia retracted her foot and stood
up as Tony collapsed onto his side, coughing and spluttering as he went down.
The crowd cheered as the little powerhouse strutted around the cage, her arms
held out wide, basking in the adulation. Out of the corner of her eye, she
noticed Tony starting to rise again and, as he got onto all fours, she
sprinted over and sent a kick crashing into his ribs. With his body still
pinned to the side of the cage, there was nowhere for him to go and so the
shock reverberated through him as two of his ribs shattered. Amelia stood in
front of him and hooked her right foot under his chin and lifted his head up
to look at her. She smiled cruelly down at him and then pulled her foot
outwards and kicked towards the centre of the cage. With her foot still hooked
under his chin, it had the effect of throwing him across the floor, his body
rolling as it impacted the wood. Once more, Amelia ran to where he lay and
this time slammed her foot into his back, pinning him to the ground. Lifting
her other foot off the wooden floor, she raised her hands above her head like
a ballerina and spun herself in a perfect pirouette. Tony grunted under her
weight as she completed a second spin to the crowds cheering. She hopped off
of Tony's battered body and stood by his side, watching to see what he would
do. He lay still for a moment and then rolled onto his side, unfortunately he
rolled towards Amelia. She let him collide with her legs and looked down at
him with a degree of amusement. Tony realised he'd just placed himself closer
to danger, but froze with fear. Amelia reached down and hooked her arm under
his and dragged him upward into a sitting position, she hooked her left arm
under his left armpit and began to drag him over to where his corner men were
stood, watching from outside of the cage. She sat him, facing outwards and sat
herself behind him. "I warned you to pull from the fight." She whispered into
his ear. Looking over his shoulder to his corner, "You guys had the chance to
stop this, now I'm going to destroy your man here." She called to them.
Pulling herself up close behind Tony, Amelia began to wrap her legs around his
waist, her feet crossed over his lap and she slowly moved her legs into a more
crossed position, her thighs tightening around Tony's midsection, her calves
pulling back against his stomach. She looked up to the crowd and raised her
finger to her lips in a shushing motion. They fell silent and she smiled. "Now
listen to this." She spoke softly to the cornermen. Her legs contracted
further, every breath Tony exhaled, she constricted more until she reached a
point where she knew he couldn't draw any more breath. "Time to hear you
scream." With her legs staying in place, she started to flex her thighs, the
muscle underneath her gi pants expanding slowly. Her aductors found their way
between his ribs, separating and splintering them as they went.

Amelia felt that her gi pants getting tighter around her thighs and her smile
grew evil. "Time for a real show." She hissed into his ear. She flexed her
toes back, tightening her calves and she drew them back into Tony's stomach.
At the same time, she forced her thighs together, further compacting his ribs.
He screamed in agony. And, in response to his pain, Amelia lent back and
unleashed the power of her legs. Her calves punched deep into Tony's stomach
and then flared under his diaphragm. Her thighs tore further into his sides as
they expanded more, the triple stitched gi pants stretched until they began to
give. Tony could no longer scream, there was no air to give him voice, his
mouth was wide agape in a silent howl, tears streaming from his eyes. All the
crowd could hear now was ribs being crushed and the ripping of Amelia's gi
pants. Amelia fully arched her back, pouring on the squeeze as Tony flopped
around, helpless in her titanic grip. She held him there for a few more
seconds, seconds that seemed like an eternity to him and then, suddenly, she
released him. He crashed onto his side, whimpering in agony. His cornermen
were scrambling up to the side of the cage, looking for someone to help their
man. One of them got the idea to just jump over the cage and try to attend to
the fallen Tony. This was a clear mistake. Amelia saw him and pounced
immediately. A solid roundhouse to his chest sent him crashing to the ground.
As he rolled onto his back, He saw Amelia already stood over him. She raised
her foot, arched her toes back and slammed her heel into his face. His nose
shattered and teeth cracked blood sprayed upwards. She repeated the process,
forcing his nose backwards into the cavity behind it. Again, she raised her
bloodied foot and drove it home, this time holding her place and applying
downward force, through her flaring calf muscle, into her foot, mashing his
skull into the hard wooden floor. The silence of the audience was broken by
the sound of the cornerman's skull fracturing as it being compacted against
the floor. There was one last, loud crack as it finally gave way, instantly
killing the man at Amelia's feet. She took a deep breath and headed back to
where Tony still lie, on his side, still moaning in pain and now in fear as he
watched his friend be slaughtered.

"I'm afraid it is your turn now." Amelia spoke in a steady, almost calming
tone as she looked down at the crumpled man at her feet. She placed her foot
on his side and rolled him over onto his front with very little effort, Tony
had zero resistance left in him. The two surviving cornermen looked on in
horror as they stared into the defeated man's eyes, eyes that begged them to
find a way to stop her. She stood over him, looking out to the cornermen too,
her feet on either side of his head. Reaching down, Amelia pulled Tony up to a
kneeling position and sat down, high up on his back, her knees pressed against
his head. She kicked her lower legs under his body, bringing her thighs down
to either side of his head. She looked straight into the eyes of one of the
cornermen and, as she had done earlier, raised her finger to her lips to
quieten the cheering crowd. "Now, listen ... " She said softly. Taking in a
huge inhale of oxygen, Amelia began to slowly breath out. As she did so, her
thighs increased in size as she flexed them. By the end of the exhalation, her
legs were clamped firmly against Tony's head. He squeezed his eyes closed as
if to try and resist the incredible pressure. Amelia drew another long deep
breath and slowly released it, her thighs expanding even further, now
completely filling her gi pants. Where the rips had appeared before, now her
light skin pressed through. She curled her toes downward, rolling her feet
onto their outside edge, her soles facing each other. Taking another slow
breath in, she smiled at the cornerman, her eyes piercing his soul. At the top
of the inhale, she grabbed the lapel of her gi top and pulled it open,
allowing it to fall to her waist and revealing a black sports bra. Her broad
shoulders were pulled back, her stomach, a wall of abdominal muscle. This time
as she exhaled, she pushed her feet together. Her thighs still increasing in
size, now shredding her gi pants. Her breathing began to increase in pace, and
she leant back, her hips driving down on the back of Tony's neck as her
massive quads exploded from the thick fabric and engulfed his head. Tony's
eyes were forced back open, his jaw jacked open. Amelia gasped as she felt his
jaw break. It sent her into an animalistic frenzy. Her feet touched and then
slid over each other and in her feral state, she started to rise up. Her feet
rolled to plant into the ground again and she stood, a growl emanating from
her throat. Her right hand slammed down onto his head, her fingers reaching
over the top and digging into his bulging eyes. Her thighs still closing
together, causing loud cracks to be heard around the arena. Her right forearm
began to bulge as her hand gripped into him deeper. The muscle across her back
flared as she rolled her shoulders back, her growl exploded into a guttural
roar as she began to tear his skull apart. With a sudden, final ferocious
ripping motion, Amelia felt the top of Tony's skull dislodge, weakening its
overall structure, still staring at the cornermen, she roared as her thighs
obliterated his head. Blood, skull fragments and brain matter splattered
against the cage and into the face of Tony's cornermen. Amelia's frenzy
subsided and she looked down at her destroyed opponent, opening her legs to
let whatever was left of his head drop with a wet thud onto the wooden floor.
She stepped away from the corpse, her arms held out wide as she paraded around
the cage to the adulation of a n ow bezerk crowd who had fallen in love with
her. Finally, as she left the cage, she walked up to the two cornermen and
said, in a mater-of-fact tone, "You should never have let him fight me. Next
time, bring me better prey"