Cartoon Battles: The Cat vs. the Bat
by TF


It was a sold out crowd at the Gotham Arena.  Over 50,000 fans had 
filled it to capacity and were eagerly anticipating the upcoming 
match.  Around the world there was a record crowd of over ten 
million watching on pay per view.  Wrestling was big again and the 
Gotham Arena was used to drawing big crowds for it, but tonight was 
the biggest event that any promoter had ever dreamed of: a no time 
limit/no holds barred match between Catwoman and Batgirl.  The media 
had gone wild in promoting it as "The Bat versus the Cat".

No one would have believed such a match up possible, but events had 
played out to make a reality much stranger than even the usual 
fiction of professional wrestling.  Everyone remembered how Catwoman 
had been captured after her last crime attempt by Batgirl.  In the 
confrontation Batgirl had knocked Catwoman out cold.  Catwoman would 
never forget the humiliation of every newspaper in Gotham City 
printing the photo of the police carrying her limp body away while 
Batgirl stood by smiling in victory.    

She hadn't thought that there would be much of a chance to get back 
at Batgirl soon, but fate proved to be fickle.  A riot broke out in 
the Women's section of Gotham State prison and a dozen guards had 
been taken hostage.  Things looked pretty black for both sides in 
the standoff until Catwoman had volunteered to act as a negotiator.  
She had managed to end the crisis peacefully at the price of her 
pardon from prison.  Once freed, she had started to plot her 
revenge.  There were many ways of privately getting at Batgirl.  She 
considered capture, torture, imprisonment and the like but 
disregarded them all.  She felt she had to submit Batgirl to the 
same kind of public humiliation that she had given her.  As a public 
hero, it would be even more degrading for Batgirl.  The only problem 
was how to force her into such a confrontation.  Batgirl wasn't 
stupid.  She would know that Catwoman was up to something.  It had 
to be arranged in a way that she couldn't refuse.  The recent 
resurgence in professional wrestling turned out to be the answer.  
After seeing the response to one of the *MegaPay*-per-view specials, 
Catwoman had announced a public challenge to Batgirl from a 
wrestling broadcast: Meet her as the main event of a pay-per-view 
special.  No time limit, no holds barred.  Two go into the ring and 
only one walks out, and the clincher: all proceeds of the fight to 
go to the Gotham's Children's Hospital for free care to poor 
families.  It was an offer Batgirl couldn't refuse.  Imagine, the 
evil Catwoman offering what was likely to be two to three million 
dollars to charity!  How could Batgirl be the one to prevent that?  
With great reluctance, Batgirl took to the airwaves and announced 
that she would accept the challenge and the contract was signed.  
The Gotham City wrestling promoter were practically delirious at the 
opportunity to set up such an event and the arrangements had been 
made in a matter of weeks.  Tonight was the night for the epic match 
up.  The crowd started to cheer as a figure appeared in the entrance 
and began to walk down to the ring.  Many of the cheers turned to 
boos and jeers as the spotlight hit the figure to reveal the tall, 
shapely figure of Catwoman in her well known catsuit.  She reveled 
in the roar of the crowd.  The boos didn't bother her a bit.  She 
was the villain and she knew and loved it.  She secretly thought 
that the jeers would be a lot worse once they saw what she planned 
to do to Batgirl.  She climbed through the ropes along with her 
seconds, her long time accomplishes, Kit and Kat.  They added to the 
spectacle by being dressed in leopard bikinis with little cat ears 
on their heads, sort of looking like the old Playboy Club bunnies.  
Catwoman leaned against the ropes in her corner as they massaged her 
arms and legs to loosen her up.  Catwoman had trained hard for this 
match, and felt in terrific condition to take on Batgirl.  "I'm 
worried boss", Kit said to her nervously, as they awaited Batgirl's 
entrance.  "I know that you're in good shape, but that Batgirl is 
one tough bitch.  You sure you want to go through with this?"  
"Yeah", Kat added.  "Remember last time she cleaned your clock and 
laid you out cold."  Catwoman looked at them disgustedly.  "She was 
lucky then.  I underestimated her when I saw that she was alone, 
without Batman or Robin.  I let my guard down and she got that lucky 
kick to my head in before I knew what had happened.  That left me 
groggy enough for a second for her to follow up and knock me out.  
Tonight, I'm ready for her."  She smiled an evil smile.  "In more 
ways than one" she added quietly.  Kit and Kat picked up on the last 
statement fast enough.  "You got something up your sleeve?", Kat 
asked.  "Of course," Catwoman purred.  "You don't actually think I 
planned on a fair fight, did you? I've put in a fix."  "How?", Kit 
asked.  "We both had to be checked by a doctor back in the dressing 
rooms to be medically cleared before the fight", Catwoman answered.  
"The promoters insisted on it.  Insurance reasons, you know.  I paid 
a little bribe to the doctor who checked out Batgirl.  Her 
stethoscope was coated with a rare toxin from the amazon jungle.  
It's absorbed slowly through the skin.  It probably only began to 
affect her about now.  Nothing dramatic.  Just a little drowsiness, 
some weakness to the limbs, some slight loss of coordination.  As we 
fight, the increased heart rate and sweating will speed up the 
absorption and in a few minutes she'll be helpless.  Then I'll tear 
her apart."  She smiled evilly at her horrible plans for Batgirl.  
"I'll make catfood out of the goody two shoes bitch.  When I'm done 
she'll have to do her crime fighting from a wheelchair!  The best 
part is there's no test that can detect the toxin once it's absorbed 
into the body, so there will be no way for her to prove that 
anything unfair happened."  "Got to hand it to you boss", Kit said 
with admiration.  "There's no one with more angles than you."  
"Yeah", Kat agreed.  "Bash that *Batcunt* into a pulp!"

Just then they heard the crowd roar again as a second figure made 
their solitary way down the auditorium aisle.  In the glare of the 
lights they couldn't see them until they climbed through the ropes 
on the opposite side of the ring.  Catwoman, Kit, and Kat gasped 
with the rest of the audience as the spotlight struck and revealed 
the familiar figure of...

Batman

"What's going on here?", Catwoman demanded of Batman and the 
referee.  "Where's Batgirl?"  "There's been a little change of 
plans", Batman answered.  He looked into Catwoman's eyes, and gave a 
small smile.  "I'm a last minute substitution."  He leaned over and 
whispered into Catwoman's ear.  "Your plan was a good one, but it 
didn't quite work.  The doctor did her checkup a little too early 
and the symptoms of the toxin showed up before Batgirl could come 
out.  I've got a few tricks of my own for you now", he explained.  
"This is ridiculous!" yelled Catwoman.  "Get some one in authority 
here!  I signed to fight Batgirl, not Batman!    The chief promoter 
climbed into the ring.  The crowd was beginning to get worked up 
over the turn of events and started to look ugly at the signs that 
they might be cheated out of the expected match.  He had to try and 
salvage something fast.  "Look", he said to Batman, "the contract 
was for Batgirl.  She signed it, not you."  "The contract specifies 
that this is to be the Bat versus the Cat fight", Batman countered.  
"There's the Cat", he nodded at Catwoman, " and no one can deny that 
I'm a Bat.  There's nothing in the contract that says Batgirl can't 
send a representative as long as the match still lives up to the 
billing.  I'm the representative.  So unless Catwoman wants to call 
the whole thing off, I'm her opponent for tonight."  He smiled at 
Catwoman again.  

Catwoman was livid.  Batman thought that he had her cornered.  He 
knew that the promoters would have to agree to it or risk a riot if 
they tried to cancel the match.  He was going to make her be the one 
to give in.  She stared at him steadily and then returned his smile.  
She would show him.  It wasn't going to be the way she planned it, 
but she still might pull this off after all.  "All right," she 
answered.  "I'll agree.  Batman steps in for Batgirl" Batman gave a 
sudden look of surprise.  Good, he hadn't expected this.  Let's see 
how he handles the next part.  "That's provided he lives up to the 
rest of the contract: no rules, no time limit, no holds barred..." 
and then for the kicker: "... and I think I'll add one more: no 
clothes!"  Before Batman or the promoter could respond with more 
than a startled look, Catwoman suddenly began peeling off her suit 
to reveal her beautiful lean, tawny body in all its naked glory.  
She stood imperiously before Batman challenging him to do the same.  
Batman was flabbergasted.  This obviously wasn't what he had 
expected.  Now that he had gotten himself entangled in it, how was 
he going to get out?  The crowd was going wild at the sight of 
Catwoman standing there in the nude, every bit as sensuous and 
gorgeous as they, including Batman, had ever dreamed.

The promoter was completely befuddled.  "It does say nothing barred 
in the contract.  I guess she's within her rights to ask this.  If 
you don't want to, I don't know if I can force you to..."  Catwoman 
grabbed the microphone hanging down in the middle of the ring for 
the announcer.  "Come on Batman!", she yelled, her voice blasting 
all over the arena.  "Take off your costume!  You afraid of me?  You 
can leave your mask on, but I want to see skin.  I want to see what 
my claws do to you!" She showed her long nails like a cat in battle.  
The crowd really was going berserk.  This was shaping up to be an 
even wilder match than any had dreamed.  The promoter looked out 
with fear.  He honestly feared the fans would lynch him if he tried 
to cancel the match now.  Batman saw the same thing.  Things had 
backfired on him.  The idea had been to make Catwoman backdown.  
Now, she was trying to make him do the same.  How could he do that 
and maintain his status as the top hero of Gotham City?  He sighed 
inwardly and realized he was going to have to go through with it.  
There was going to be no way to guess how this was going to end up 
except as one really strange night.  "All right, Catwoman", he said.  
"We'll do it your way."    Before an amazed crowd Batman stripped 
off he costume except his mask.  Catwoman was amazed that he had 
done it.  So they were really going to get it on.  She looked 
admiringly at Batman's fantastic physique.  He really was a great 
hunk of manhood.  He wasn't going to be any pushover, but she felt 
that she had a few more tricks left.  The promoter left the ring and 
the announcer took the microphones.  "Ladies and Gentlemen.  
Tonight, the greatest match ever between good and evil, the Bat vs. 
the Cat!  In this corner at 6 feet tall, one hundred and fifty 
pounds: The Catwoman!  And in this corner, at six feet three inches 
tall, one hundred and eighty pounds, Batman!"  The crowd was going 
nuts and the two masked but otherwise naked warriors came to the 
center of the ring to get instructions.  "There's no referee except 
to count out or take submissions", he explained.  "No time limit, no 
holds barred."  He looked at the two combatants.  "I'd say let's 
have a good clean fight, but who are we kidding here?  Go back to 
your corners and come out fighting at the bell."  The both returned 
to their corners.    "Are you nuts?", Kit asked Catwoman.  "You 
honestly want to go one on one with Batman?"  "Things haven't gone 
they way I planned, I admit", Catwoman answered, "but I'm not going 
to back down in front of all Gotham City and the rest of the world 
on live TV!  It's not a fight that Batman was prepared for either, 
so that gives me a little edge.  I just have to push it for whatever 
I can."  The bell rang.  Catwoman came flying out of her corner and 
rammed her shoulder into Batman's midsection before he could get out 
of his corner.  She was a big woman and her sensuous body was well 
toned muscle.  She drove the surprised Batman back into the corner.  
As he hit the ropes she backed off and borrowed a trick from her 
last fight with Batgirl and threw a terrific karate kick to his 
head.  Batman managed to get his arm up a little to block it but 
still took most of the impact of a really powerful kick to his head.  
It knocked him over against the ropes leaving him momentarily 
stunned and his back exposed to Catwoman.  Catwoman knew her only 
chance was to go for a lighting attack and quick knockout before 
Batman could pull himself together.  She immediately threw a knee 
into his left kidney.  She followed that with a kick to the back of 
his left knee.  His left leg went out from under him with that and 
he spun backwards towards Catwoman as he began to fall.  Catwoman 
then hit him with a beautiful karate chop to the throat the knocked 
him flat on his back!  The crowed loved it!  This was shaping up to 
be a real donnybrook after all.  Kit and Kat were amazed.  The knew 
that Catwoman was tough, but this was even more than they had felt 
possible.  They watched with glee as Catwoman followed up 
immediately with an elbow drop to Batman's  injured throat.  Then 
she got up and began to rain kick after kick into his kidney and 
side as he tried to get up.  Catwoman let him pull himself up to his 
knees then jumped on him from behind pushing him down and catching 
his throat in a clothesline against the middle rope.  He bounced off 
onto the mat, laying on his back holding his injured throat.  
Catwoman kept up her attack.  She proceeded to do a double knee drop 
onto his unprepared midsection that folded him like a jack knife.  
Then she delivered beautiful right cross to his exposed jaw to put 
him back onto the mat.  Batman was hurt!  Perched on his stomach 
Catwoman began to rain down punches on Batman's head.  Lefts and 
rights knocked his head this way and that.  She was using his head 
like a punching bag!  Batman was taking a real beating.  Catwoman's 
attack had caught him completely off guard as she had hoped.  He had 
to do something to pull him self together or she'd humiliate him in 
front of a world wide audience.  He still didn't have all his senses 
back together but he was a skilled fighter.  Almost on instinct he 
suddenly bucked his abdomen with tremendous force.  Catwoman was 
caught unprepared and was thrown off him and landed over his head.  
Batman tried to pull himself to his feet, but he was still groggy. 
His arms and legs were still slow to respond.  Catwoman rolled over 
and jumped off the mat and flew back at him to keep up her attack.  
Batman got to his knees but Catwoman reached him and caught him on 
the jaw with a powerful kneelift that knocked him back onto the mat.  
Catwoman dropped to the mat and wrapped her long sexy legs around 
Batman's neck.  Pushing herself up on her arms for leverage so began 
to choke him between her powerful thighs in a legs scissors hold.  
Normally the referee would have broken such an illegal choke hold, 
but this was a no holds barred match so it was allowed to continue.    
Batman grabbed at Catwoman's legs.  He tensed his powerful neck 
muscles as much as he could to try to keep his airway open but 
Catwoman's thighs were immensely strong and her long legs gave her 
excellent leverage.  Catwoman squeezed as hard as she could t keep 
on the pressure.  This could be it, she thought.  If she could keep 
up the pressure until Batman passed out from lack of oxygen, she 
could do what she wanted to him and pin him at her leisure.  This 
was turning out better than she could have ever imagined! 

Batman was beginning to panic.  He couldn't pry Catwoman's legs 
open.  Most of the men in the audience were going crazy.  They 
secretly wished they could be trapped between Catwoman's legs like 
that.  Batman didn't find it the least bit sexy at the moment and 
knew he had to do something fast or he was finished.  His vision was 
beginning to go black from lack of oxygen to the  brain.  He didn't 
have much time left.  He summoned all the strength that he could and 
threw a short but powerful punch right to the small of Catwoman's 
back.  Catwoman hadn't expected that.  It was a solid punch and hit 
her like a jolt of lighting.  She involuntarily relaxed her legs at 
the impact and Batman used that chance to breakout from the neck 
scissors and roll onto the mat.  Catwoman was hurt, but she was 
still in a lot better shape than Batman.  She sprang to her feet and 
attacked again.  Batman was up on one knee and one arm.  Catwoman 
grabbed the arm he had up and threw him with all of her strength 
into the ropes.  As he bounced off she caught him with another 
perfect clothesline to his already injured throat and put him on his 
back on the mat again.  She quickly climbed to the top of the third 
rope on the turnbuckle and after raising her arms in victory to the 
cheering crowed leapt up and came down on Batman in a Giant Splash.  
Catwoman felt that she had him now and decided to soften him up for 
the finish.  She grabbed Batman under the chin and lifted the groggy 
crimefighter to his feet and pushed him back into a corner.  She 
hung his arms up over the top rope to keep him up.  She measured him 
carefully and then unloaded a terrific right uppercut to his jaw 
that snapped his head all the way back.  Then another, and another!  
She turned on the power and let him have it with everything she had. 
Right cross, left hooks, right and left haymakers to the head.  
Batman's head was bouncing back and forth like a yo"yo!  Catwoman 
was brutal!  Then she turned her attention downstairs and began to 
drive her knee deep into Batman's midsection over and over.  He 
would fold with each blow, but she would push him back up and come 
back with another.  After a dozen knees, she felt ready to finish 
him off.  She stepped back and looked at him, a pathetic wreck.  
Head hung down, glassy eyed, breathing hard.  If his arms weren't 
wrapped around the top rope, he wouldn't have been able to stand up.  
She walked right up to him and pressed her perfects breasts against 
his chest and straightened him out.  She stood there for a second, 
challenging him to do something as he panted helplessly.  Then she 
smiled and gave him the coup de grace: a terrific knee right into 
his testicles!  She loved the feel as her knee crushed his manhood.  
Batman gave a strangled cry and collapsed to the mat clutching his 
crushed genitals!  Catwoman felt that he was done.  What a night 
this had turned into!  Now was the time for a little showboating.  
She walked around the ring with her arms raised in victory to the 
crowd.  The men in the audience had gone silent at her kneeing of 
Batman, but the women in the audience were going mad.  Catwoman 
represented power for woman and their ability to dominant men.  She 
looked like a goddess of war and sex.  Her naked body shone with a 
glistening of sweat under the bright lights of the arena.  The match 
had excited her in more ways then one as her pussy was dripping wet.  

She bathed in the cheers of the crowd in one victory lap after 
another until she saw that Batman was pulling himself back up off 
the mat.  So the poor fool wanted some more?  Well, she thought 
confidently, I'll be happy to give it to him.  Batman had pulled 
himself onto his feet but still had to hold onto the top rope to 
keep himself up.  Catwoman strode over to continue her beating.  
Catwoman had one flaw in her strategy.  It was a great plan for a 
smaller fighter provided that the larger fighter was either out of 
shape or stupid.  Batman was in top physical condition as a crime 
fighter.  He was no punch drunk palooka either.  This wasn't the 
first beating he had taken in his long career.  Catwoman wasn't 
considering any of this as she walked up to him, only how to punish 
him more.  She took hold of his shoulders and prepared for another 
knee to the testicles when it happened.  She never saw it coming.  
It struck her like a hammer from the sky in the middle of her 
forehead.  She was so rattled that it took her several seconds to 
realize that she wasn't standing anymore but flat on her shapely ass 
in front of Batman!  Her thoughts were scrambled at first.  She had 
felt like she had been hit by a baseball bat.  It took her another 
few seconds to realize what hat happened.  Batman had headbutted 
her!  Catwoman shook her head to clear her thoughts.  It looked like 
Batman was going to need more softening up that she had thought.  
She'd better get to it.  That head butt had given him valuable time 
to recover.  Catwoman got to her feet.  Batman had managed to step 
away from the ropes though he still seemed to be breathing pretty 
hard.  Then he made another move that caught Catwoman off guard.  He 
began to mug to the audience!  He stuck out his jaw and pointed to 
it, daring Catwoman to punch him.  Well Batman, she thought, you 
asked for it, and threw another haymaker right to the point of his 
chin.  Suddenly, though, the chin wasn't there as her fist arrived 
and she was punching empty air.  Batman had snapped his head back at 
the last instance.  As quickly as a snake, he grabbed the now off 
balanced Catwoman and threw her into the ropes.  Catwoman was too 
surprised to stop and bounced of the ropes only to be met by a 
perfect flying dropkick to her chest!  Batman's feet crushed her 
breasts flat as she was thrown back onto the mat.  She landed with a 
thud on her back and rolled over hugging her damaged breasts.  It 
felt like she had broken every rib in her chest.  Batman got up and 
leaned back against the ropes looking at her.  He was still clearing 
his head and regaining his strength.  Catwoman knew that the tide of 
the fight was beginning to shift.  She had to get back in control 
before it was too late.  Despite the pain, she pulled herself up.  
Batman walked out to meet her.  He stood in the center of the ring 
in a heroic stance: legs spread, fists on his hips, an overt threat 
to her to try something.  She took the invitation and flew into him 
raining punches into his midsections: rights, lefts, hooks, crosses, 
with everything she had.  It looked like she was using Batman's 
belly as a heavy bag.  The only problem was it was like hitting a 
heavy bag filled with cement.  Batman's abdomen was ribbed like a 
washboard.  It absorbed Catwoman's punches like they were nothing 
and she felt like she was punching a brick wall.  She kept it up for 
over two full minutes, her punches coming slower and with less 
force.  Her knuckles were bruising and swelling in pain.

Suddenly Batman lashed out and caught her with a powerful right 
cross flush on the jaw.  It spun her halfway around.  He followed it 
up it a beautiful series of lefts and rights backing up Catwoman 
across the ring.  Too late she realized what had happened.  It was 
the old Ali Rope"a"1/4Dope trick.  He had let Catwoman punch herself 
out doing no harm to him and giving himself a chance to recover 
more.  Now she was drained and he was coming at her full power.    
Batman's punches drove her back and back.  There was no pulling of 
the punches, he was giving her everything he had.  Whatever chivalry 
there might have been in him at the start of the match had been 
killed by the attack on his genitals.  This was war and Catwoman 
knew that she was in trouble.  He backed her into a corner and 
trapped her there and redoubled his attack, raining punches on her 
head and midsection.  Catwoman tried to cover up the best she could 
but Batman's punches were coming too fast and furious.  Her arms 
felt like they were made of lead after all the punches she had 
thrown to his belly.  She willed them to move to intercept Batman's 
fists but they just were too slow to respond.  His punches to her 
midsection felt like sledgehammer blows to the gut!  Her legs were 
beginning to feel like rubber and fail her as she tried to get out 
of the corner, only to be pushed back again and again by Batman.  
The crowd was stunned by the sudden turnaround.  Batman was in 
control now and really dishing it out to Catwoman.  The men in the 
audience, who had gone silent before were now wildly cheering him on 
while the woman went quiet, hoping that Catwoman could somehow yet 
pull out a victory.  Batman finally let up on his punching after a 
final series of uppercuts to Catwoman's jaw.  It was a wonder that 
she was still standing, after that pounding.  While standing, she 
was still in terrible shape.  Batman had battered every part of her 
body and she was in pain as she had never been before.  She was 
glassy eyed and wobbly on rubbery legs, not quite sure if she was 
walking or riding, as the old saying goes.  Batman had no intention 
of letting her recover.  He grabbed her by the back of the head and 
proceeded to turn her around and pound her head first into the 
turnbuckle!  Now, any professional wrestler will tell you that the 
turnbuckle isn't as hard as it looks.  It typically has four inches 
of padding around it.  Regardless of that, even that padding wasn't 
enough when some one was slamming your head as hard as Batman was 
Catwoman's.  Catwoman felt like her brain rattled every time that 
her head slammed into the turnbuckle.  Batman kept it up as the 
crowd began to chant and count the number of head slams: 
"15....16....17....18....19...20!"  After twenty merciless slams 
Batman took a barely conscious Catwoman by the back of her head 
again and threw her through the second and third ropes out of the 
ring and onto the hard arena floor.  The floor at the Gotham Arena 
wasn't padded and Catwoman took a bad fall.  She lay on her stomach, 
not moving.  Kit and Kat ran to her aid.  Kit threw some water on 
her face as Kat waved a small vial of smelling salts under her nose.  
Catwoman began to come around.  Kit and Kat were frightened to see 
her bruised and swollen face as well as the bruises all up and down 
her body.  She was really taking a terrific beating!

Catwoman started to try to get to her feet.  "Stay down boss!", Kat 
pleaded.  "Let them count you out!  Batman will kill you if you go 
back into the ring!"  The referee had started the 20 count.  He was 
up to 10 and climbing slowly, giving her a long count.  He could see 
the crowd didn't want to see this stop just yet.  "No", Catwoman 
said.  "He's going to have to beat me senseless if he wants to say 
he won.  Help me get back into the ring."  Against their wishes Kit 
and Kat helped her up onto her rubbery legs and pushed her back 
through the ropes into the ring.  Batman was waiting in a neutral 
corner.  He came at her as she pulled herself up and tried to raise 
her guard.  Her legs still wouldn't respond.  They would barely hold 
her up.  She could barely hold her guard up above her waist but she 
was still determined to go out fighting.  Batman was more than happy 
to oblige.      Batman seemed to suddenly remember that this was a 
wrestling match and proceeded to give Catwoman a lesson in the 
sport.  He wrapped his arm around Catwoman's head then spun and 
dropped to his knees, flipping her over in a beautiful flying mare.  
He pulled her up to her feet again, placed his left hand on her 
shoulder and right hand onto her dripping pussy and lifted her up 
and hurled her down in a terrific body slam.  He dragged her up 
again by her hair, grabbed her in the same way, lifted her high into 
the air and then fell backwards slamming her back onto the mat in a 
deadly suplex.  Catwoman felt that her back was being crushed!  
Batman dragged Catwoman up yet again, lifted her up, held her by the 
waist with her head down and then dropped butt first onto the matt.  
Catwoman's head crashed into the mat in the brutal piledriver move.  
She was lying helpless on the mat now.  Her legs and arms were 
completely useless.  Batman picked her up and in a show of strength 
lifted her up over her his head.  She stared blindly into the 
overhead lights as he paraded around the ring displaying her 
destroyed body.  Then her dropped onto one knee and brought her down 
brutally across the other in a merciless backbreaker.  He brought 
both fists down into her midsection and folded her up, then slammed 
her jaw with a terrific right that flipped her over his knee and 
back onto the mat.  Batman could see that she was finished.  She was 
motionless except for the movement of her chest as she lay staring 
blindly up at the arena roof.  There wasn't going to be any miracle 
to save her now.  Batman was not going to just let her off here, 
though.  While not a cruel person, the fight had stirred some true 
battle lust and anger.  He was going to finish Catwoman, and finish 
her good!  He lifted the limp body by the hair one more time.  He 
pulled her to a full standing position and wrapped his arms around 
her back.  He proceeded to give her a tremendous bear hug.  His 
massive arms applied an incredible pressure to Catwoman's spine and 
chest.  Her breasts were crushed flat against Batman's chest.  Her 
spine felt as if it would snap.  Her lungs were compressed and she 
couldn't inhale. She would have screamed in agony, but she didn't 
have the air to make a sound. She could feel herself blacking out as 
she struggled with what little strength she had left against those 
crushing arms.  It was useless.  Slowly her arms and legs went 
completely limp and her head fell back and rolled like a rag doll's.  
Still she refused to concede. 

Finally Batman released the hold.  He carried Catwoman's limp body 
over to a corner.  He sat her down on the middle turnbuckle and 
wrapped each leg over the middle rope.  Then he wrapped her arms 
over the top ropes.  Catwoman hung there helplessly.  Despite the 
beating, she still held onto a thin reed of consciousness.  Her body 
was unless and paralyzed, but she still had a vague sense of what 
was happening, only as if she was viewing it from a great distance.  
She realized that Batman had hung her up to continue to batter his 
helpless opponent.  It was something that she would have gladly done 
in his place, but inwardly wished he had shown some mercy.  Her head 
had fallen forward and was resting on her chest.  She felt Batman 
lift it up by her hair.  On no, she thought, he's going to start by 
beating my face to a pulp.  Only the expected punch didn't arrive.  
Instead, she suddenly felt Batman's mouth against hers.  He was 
kissing her!  He kissed her hard, with passion.  His salty tongue 
came into her mouth.  Catwoman realized that she was kissing him 
back with what little energy she had.  Then she felt his hands on 
her breasts.  She was terrified he was going to crush her already 
bruised bosom was she realized that he was caressing them tenderly.  
Then he dropped down and began to kiss and suck her nipples as he 
massaged her breasts sensually.  Catwoman was getting hot.  She 
still couldn't move a finger but Batman's fondling was arousing her 
terrifically.  She was creaming below and Batman soon realized this 
as he extended his foreplay down to her pussy.  She shuddered in an 
orgasm as he touched her clit.  This was definitely not was she had 
been expecting.  The referee watched in awe too, unsure of what to 
do.  He looked over at the promoter at ringside with a questioning 
look and the promoter shrugged back.  The crowd seemed to be 
watching in an excited, almost hypnotic state.  He signaled him to 
let it go on, thankful that this was cable and that no censors were 
watching.  Catwoman felt Batman enter her.  He thrust with 
incredible power.  Over and over, harder and harder.  She realized 
that he had put his feet onto the lower ropes and was using their 
bounce to increase his thrust even more.  Batman showed that he had 
stamina, and a lot of it.  The audience was spellbound as he kept 
going and going, really giving it to the Catwoman.  Catwoman was 
beginning her third orgasm when she suddenly felt Batman tense and 
relax against her as he came to his climax.    She hung motionless 
in the ropes, a strange combination of pain and pleasure as Batman 
withdrew from her.  She was barely aware of anything as Batman 
lifted her gently off the ropes and lay her, almost tenderly, onto 
the mat.  He then pinned her shoulders and hooked her leg.  The 
referee came over a gave a slow and deliberate count: 
"One....two....three!  You're out!"  He stood and lifted Batman's 
arm in victory as he stood over the lifeless appearing body of 
Catwoman.  "The winner by pin in 31 minutes, 43 seconds: BATMAN!!"  
The crowd went completely mad!  What a match the promoter thought, 
as he watched the fans cheer.  How was he ever going to top this?  
Batman seemed to suddenly realize that he was literally standing 
naked in front of the world after violating his opponent publically.  
He grabbed his costume and quickly wrapped his cape around his 
middle and jumped from the ring.  He ran to the dressing room as 
fast as he could, ignoring
the fans clamoring for him.  Kit and Kat picked up the limp body of 
Catwoman and put her onto a stretcher that the arena had on hand.  
They carried her out of the ring like a fallen amazon on her shield.  
Batman returned to his dressing room and locked the door behind him.  
He sat down on a chair and tried to shut out the noise of the 
reporters shouting and pounding on the door.  He couldn't believe 
what he had just done.  How could he ever show himself in public 
again?  "Batman?" a voice asked.  He looked up to see Robin and 
Batgirl looking at him.  "Go away", he answered.  "I want to be 
alone."  "Don't take it so hard", Robin said.  "It wasn't what you 
had planned but it turned out to be a hell of a fight!"  Batman 
looked at him incredulously.  "You saw what happened out there.  I 
fought naked in front of the world!  I raped a woman on live TV!"  
"It wasn't that bad", Batgirl replied.  The Bat Universal Antidote 
that she had taken had worked and slowly reversed the effects of 
Catwoman's toxin.  She was back to normal.  "Catwoman accepted the 
match.  You didn't cheat. And as to the way you finished her 
off...", she gave Batman a little smile, "...I think that you gained 
a lot of respect out there tonight.  Especially among the women."  
Batman couldn't believe what he was hearing.  "I think she's right", 
Robin said.  "Look, for all your exploits in crime fighting, I think 
that there's one thing that people doubted about you.  Look, even I 
wondered if you would even know what to do with a woman."  He 
smiled.  "Now I know that you do!"  This was unbelievable!  The two 
of them seemed to obviously like what had happened tonight!  He 
looked at them to see if somehow this was some type of sick joke.  
As he looked at them he noticed something.  Their hair was a little 
messed up.  Their costumes were somewhat rumpled, as if they had 
been put on in a hurry.  Their lips swollen...  "What were you two 
doing?", he demanded.  "Well", Robin said, beginning to blush a bit, 
"we were watching you finish off Catwoman.  The effects of the toxin 
had worn off and to be honest, well, watching you two made us, well, 
a little excited."  "Face it Batman", Batgirl smiled, "an iceberg 
would have been melted by that scene.  Robin's just a healthy normal 
man like you, so we sort of did what came naturally."   She looked 
tenderly at Robin.  "You've taught him well in that field too.  He 
still hasn't quite got your stamina, but more than enough."  Batman 
couldn't believe what he was hearing!  This was just too much to 
handle in one night.  
asked them to leave as he pulled himself together.  They left him 
alone in silence.  He sat like that for a few moments until a voice 
broke the silence.  "Don't take it so hard, Batman", a familiar 
voice said.  His head snapped up and he saw Catwoman walk out of the 
shadows in the back of the dressing room.  "How did you...", he 
stared.  "Come on, Batman", she answered, "I'm a cat burglar, 
remember?  Getting into locked places unnoticed is my business."  
She was dressed only in a robe draped over her shoulders.  She moved 
slowly, her steps stiff, her face and body showing the marks of the 
fight.   "How do you feel?", she asked.  He looked at her in 
disbelief.  This night was unbelievable.   "Sore", he answered.  He 
pointed to his bruised and swollen jaw.  "You've got a great right 
cross."  "Yours is pretty good too", she said, pointing to her left 
eye, blackened and completely swollen shut.  "I wanted you to know 
that I don't have any hard feelings about the fight.  I mean, I wish 
I had won and did this to you, but I asked for it.  You know what 
they say, don't do the crime if you can't pay the time."  She walked 
closer to Batman.  "And about the way you finished me off, well, 
really no offense there", she said.  "It was no holds barred, and to 
be perfectly honest,", she smiled, "you're a credit to your gender."  
She walked up to right in front of Batman.  "I do have one question 
for you", she said.  "What?", Batman asked.  She dropped the robe 
from her shoulders.  Even with her face battered and swollen, her 
body bruised and covered with dried sweat, Catwoman oozed sexuality.  
She pressed up against Batman.  "You feeling up for a rematch?", she 
asked.  Batman dropped his costume from around him and took her into 
his arms.  They kissed passionately.  Catwoman caressed Batman as he 
held her in her powerful arms.  Well, she thought, overall this had 
really been a bad day for her but who knows, she might still end it 
up on top.  The End.