And the winner is?
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
And the winner’s prize is? 


And the winner is?

It was a wet and slightly cold night out in the City, it had started raining
about half an hour ago and didn't look as if it was going to stop anytime
soon. The temperature had also dropped a bit outside, but that was all
outside, and here was inside and even though it was dry there was still a
slight chill in the air.

But then again Michael had just rushed into the building from the large open
area where he'd parked his car, so maybe he was still feeling the cold from
being outside. Inside the building and the man looked around at what once
could have been an old factory, machine building or warehouse, or probably at
one time it had been all three of these and some more. He walked a bit further
in as he brushed the rain off his jacket, further into the main area of the
building and into what was a large open expanse. It was indeed an open area,
all the way up to those open rafters in the roof the man could see. This
allowed all the other higher floors of the building to encircle this main
part, almost making it into an auditorium. An area, no matter what floor you
were on, where people could stand around and look down at the ground floor
below. Look down onto this 'arena', for indeed this was now an arena, of
sorts. In the middle of this area, this arena, on the ground floor there was a
caged ring, a cage where modern day gladiators could fight and entertain the
watching crowds from above. Look down from the floors higher up look down into
from this auditorium, into this arena, where the games could be played out!

This auditorium effect and the arena that it formed, made this building the
ideal location for the 'new lease of life' that it now had. The building was
owned by the man who ran the gym in the next building alone, a man known as
Terry and of course who his gym was named after. This building, this old
factory, warehouse building, not the gym, had been used some time ago for one
of those cage fight competitions that toured the county. The main area with
its auditorium effect had been a great place to hold this kind of fight. With
all those people all the way around, all looking down into the cage, the caged
ring. The excitement and the effect it had on the crowd was instant, people
loved to be able to look down into the cage as the fight was going on. Yes,
this building was indeed a great location, for something like this.

The cage had stayed there after the tour match event had moved on, no one knew
exactly why the cage had been left there, after all it was an expensive piece
of equipment to be just left there. But rumour had it a couple of the ladies
who used Terry's Gym, next door, had 'persuaded' the company who had used the
building for the event to leave the cage there! They must have been in quite a
hurry to leave as they also left quite a bit of their lighting equipment and a
load of chairs for the audience and other stuff. They must have been in a real
hurry to leave!

But now the building was used by, well again no one was too sure who exactly
it was that used this building now. It still belonged to Terry, the gym owner,
even though it wasn't official part of his gym. But there were a number of
ladies, some from the gym, that seemed to come over here and use the place,
from time to time. And over time some other equipment had been 'obtained' and
brought in, and now there was various fitness areas that had popped up here
and there. An area full of punch bags, another that had all kinds of those
rowing, cycling machines and of courses a very well equipped weights area. But
still the one single area of this build that impressed the most, was that
'arena', the auditorium, the place dominated by the caged ring that had been
left there in such a hurry.

Michael already knew of this place, he'd been here that night when the cage
fight event had been held here, and that had been a good night as he
remembered it. Not only for the entertainment, but he'd also got off with a
nice blond he'd met here that night, yes it had been a good night! But
tonight, being back here, he was wondering if tonight was going to be another
good night for this man?

The reason that Michael was back here tonight was for ... ... Well how would
you describe it, to sort out a disagreement, an argument, a difference of
opinions as to who was in the right, something like that. So, there had to be
a way of deciding and overcoming these difference of opinions, there needed to
be a way to decide who was right, after all there was a prize to be claimed in
all this. So, that was why Michael was here tonight!

As the man stood there on the edge of the auditorium and he looked around and
it all seemed quite empty. But this lack of people also made it look as if the
building had been 'booked' for tonight. Booked so there was no chance of being
disturbed, well it wouldn't be the first time that this arena, or that large
room with the boxing ring in it that was part of Terry's Gym had been booked
and used to sort out a disagreement of one kind or another! But most of the
time, the arena and that boxing ring across the way in the gym were just used
for fun! (Reader may wish to read the pervious story about Terry's Gym - When
Rivals Meet, Induction Time, Gym Visit, When Rival Clash, Man Down & Join Me)

The man had been told what time to come here, told it was all sorted for
tonight, there would be no interruptions, nothing to distract from the matter
in hand that needed to be settled. That it would all be settled tonight, and
the prize would be claimed. And it would all get started once the man had
changed, into suitable attire and got himself back here. So off he went to get
ready and change, he'd been told where to go and it didn't take that long for
him to be back in that main arena area. As he walked back from the changing
room he was dressed, in just his bare feet a pair of dark jogging bottoms and
a pair of black fingerless glovers the kind that those cage fighters wore. It
looked as if he was ready to take part in a match, ready to sort out this
disagreement and ... ... well first things first, there was just him here
right now, if he was going to have a match, where was his opponent?

As he approached the cage the tall man looked the part, he was 26, blond and
had a good physique about him. Stepping into a ring wouldn't be new to
Michael, he'd done some boxing in the past, he also had experience with
martial arts but this was the first time he'd stepped into a cage, into a
caged ring, ready to do combat! As he got closer, approached the slightly
raised caged ring, he could see clearly the person that was already stood
inside it.

She was quite an attractive black female, a woman in her mid-20's and almost
the same height as Michael, she was also a woman with a quite stunning body.
Her body and face would get her noticed a lot but just now it was also the way
she was dressed that made her standout too. She was also bare footed and her
long dark skin legs looked amazing, there was a white and tight pair of
shorts, that made her legs stand out even more. Then one of those shirts that
a referee would wear, black and white stripes. The shirt was rolled up and
tied in knot under her well sharped chest so her bare midriff was on show.
Rubi was a very attractive woman, some might say gorgeous, in her own way, and
Michael, who seemed to know this woman, definitely thought she was more than
just interesting! Her long dark platted hair lay over, across her shoulders
and her big red lips pouted and blow the man a kiss as he walked up the steps,
through the cage door and, dipping down through the ropes he moved inside it.
Then over to his corner, the far blue corner he went.

So, there they were Michael, presumably one of the fighters for this match and
there was Rubi, the ref, so where was the other man, the fighter for this
'contest?' Then as if right on cue a door opened over there, out of it rushed
a stream of light, quickly followed by a running young woman, a girl in her
teenage years. She was dressed in pink trainers and pair of multi-coloured,
bright leggings and a long-sleeved black crop gym top. She had long dark hair
that was tied back in a ponytail and she looked young and excited.

In the cage both the ref and Michael watched as she ran over to a nearby
pillar, a solid column and one of those that supported the upper floors and
form the auditorium effect that this area had. At the bottom of this was a
music box, the girl pressed a button and the whole place was now filled with
the sound of ... ... ! It was bold, loud music, the sort that would be played
at one of those big, show off, kind of boxing matches. The music to announce
the entrance of a 'Gladiator!' And at this point, the girl, Michael and the
ref all now turned to look back at the door that the girl had just run out of.
Again, and right on cue someone else now walked out, as the girl had set the
tone, in a musical way for the entrance of Michael's opponent.

Out of that door now walked, with a kind of determined, strong, authoritative
stride in her step, was a woman, a real, older, mature woman. Dressed in bare
feet and then a pair of black legging, tight to her long firm looking legs and
with a red skull & crossbones on the firm thigh area of each leg. Up further
was a firm, flat stomach and then a black sports crop top, again emblazoned
with another red skull & crossbones emblem across her quite ample chest. Quite
a sight!

As was the rest of the way the woman looked, Zara, for that was her name was a
mature woman, a woman of a certain age and that was ... ... well, rude to ask,
but she could be twice the age of Michael? She did have an attractive older
woman face, her looks where that of a mature female who'd see a lot in life,
enjoyed it a lot and she was still certainly good enough, in looks and body,
to enjoy it a lot more. To complete her look this woman with her bold fair
hair that bounced as she walked and came down to her shoulder, she wore a red
collar around her throat and a pair of red fighter fingerless gloves. All in
all, it was difficult not to realise that this woman, heading to the cage, was
the 'man' who was going to fight Michael!

As this older woman reached the cage, she walked up those steps, through the
door, dipping down through the ropes and into the steel walled ring, then
settled herself into the red corner. The music was switched off the music,
that had announced this sexy female's arrival. Then the young girl quickly
made her way to the side of the cage so she could watch the match. With the
contestants now inside the ring the ref went over made sure the door to the
cage was shut and moved back to the middle.

Right now, Michael was still in the far blue corner, where he'd been since he
got into the ring, waiting with a firm stare and look on his face. Zara was in
the opposite red corner with a kind of slight grin on her mature attractive
face. Outside and walking around the caged ring was the young girl, making
sure she could see everything that was going to happen here. Inside and the
ref now called the two fighters to her so she could give these two
'competitors' their last instructions. "Now remember there are no rounds just
one straight fight, no rules, anything goes and of course you know what's at
stake here, what's up for grabs so to speak for the winner!"

The ref sent the fighters back to their corners, she looked over to Zara and
then to Michael, both competitors looked as if they were ready, Rubi grinned
and "so now fight!" It had begun and already the girl on the outside reached
through the cage bars and was slammed her hands down on the ring, "come on!" a
banging sound to 'encourage' these two to get on with it. Zara didn't need any
encouragement she was already out of her corner and walking across the ring to
Michael who took a second or two to do the same and come out towards her. For
some reason the younger, fitter and stronger man seemed to be the most
reluctant to get this started. But why could that be, what could some older
woman do to him? After all he was the man so he should win this little game,
and then there was that prize to be claimed, so why shouldn't he be the one to
come out of this victorious.

At this point the ref had moved back out the way, as the older woman was
already halfway across the ring and the girl on the outside was still banging
her encouraging hands down on the canvas floor. As all this was going on
Michael had only take a couple of steps, hanging back a bit, or so it seemed.
But he couldn't hang back for too long for at that moment the woman, his
opponent in this cage now raced, ran at him, she took a couple of large, fast
steps then jumped up into the air and, WHACK!

Coming down and taking the man somewhat by surprise with her action she caught
him out and after going up she had to, of course, come down. But there was
also her arm that was coming around, came down towards him, and struck him.
Her clenched fist, part of that arm of hers came thundering around and landed
right on target on the side of his face. The blow, hard and accurate spun
Michael around with its force, its ferocity. He went back into the blue
coroner, the one he'd just stepped out off, turning him on his side and making
the man drop his head down onto the top of the ropes that went around the
perimeter of the ring.

It wasn't the best start to this fight that the man could have hoped for. And
as he raised his hurt head that was pounding inside, up off that top rope,
THUD! OOUUUHHH! Zara was on him again, she wasn't going to give him time to
recover, time to get himself together, after all this was a fight and there
was a prize on offer. The older woman showed with that first blow that she was
a tough old girl and now, with her second blow she'd shown she was a supple
woman too. As the man had fell back from her first blow, she took a step
backwards, then threw herself up and forwards. Getting herself up quite high,
Michael would have been impressed if he'd seen this, up she went and then
she'd gone for the man again. She pushed her leg out to the side just a bit,
bent her knee, twisted slightly and sent it driving hard into the side of his
upper body as she made contact.

The knee hurt him ponding into his ribs, making the man jolt, bringing his
body and head upwards as he let out a cry of pain at the same time. This
seemed to please the girl on the outside of the ring, who'd now rushed around
from where she'd been to Michael's corner. Again, with her arms pushed through
those bars slamming her hands down on the canvas and calling out "come on hurt
him, finish him off already!" But the older woman didn't need any extra
encouragement for her younger supporter, she knew what to do, how she was
going to do it, and there was no real need to rush her job here in the cage.
As Michael had called out, brought his head up she'd grabbed onto it. Her arms
where around his head, hold on, she twisted herself around. At the same time
pulled the man just enough out of his corner so she could jump up, swing her
legs up and around, getting herself up close too, clamping those legs of hers
tightly around the taller man's body.

Now up and secured to the man, with her gripping legs around him, she shuffled
herself into a better position, pulling the man's head into her chest, holding
him there. Forcing his face into her large cleavage, smothering him, stopping
him from breathing. At the same time her legs around his body squeezed tight,
time to put the pressure on. Michael knew instantly what she was doing, his
hands, his clenched fists came raining down on the woman, on her back, trying
to beat her, to break this strong hold she had on him. But she was tough could
take his hit, not that there was much to them, and anyway they were getting
weaker and weaker.

Then when the woman though he'd had enough, when he was starting to wobble a
bit, she thought she'd try something else. She could have clung there and
drained him of all that oxygen he desperately needed, but where would be the
fun in that? But for now, mature female was going to take him man down in a
different way, she leant backwards, still pulling his face into her chest and
cutting off his supply of air. She pulled backwards even harder, she rocked
rearwards, rocking harder and harder backwards with each thrusting move. All
this made Michael stagger and with the final thrust of her body rearwards she
went over, fell back, toppled over and of course still holding the man tightly
she took him with her.

As she went back Michael came up off his feet, at the same time Zara twisted
her body, almost spinning herself around in mid-air as she fell backwards and
Michael followed. Well he had too, there was no way this woman was going to
release her hold, not now. Rubi the ref watched closely making sure that
everything that was going on was a legal move, even if there were no rules in
all this. But it did make for a good show for the black woman to watch. Also
enjoying all this and in particular the stunning move that the older woman
was, literally, pulling off, was Josie the girl on the outside of the cage.
She was really enjoying the sceptical and as the twisting pair came thundering
down, and she cheered with joy, THUD!

Michael was slammed into the canvas floor of the cage, the older woman's move
dropped him on his back, knocked the air out of him, hurt him in such a way
that he'd not forget that move for a very long time to come. With Michael down
and with the woman, Zara, now on top of him he was pinned down to the canvas
with no escape! Not that he was in any state to try, or even think about,
escaping from the woman. Who now that she had dropped him was about to beat
him some more, WHACK! The mature female leant forwards and as Michael's head
had turned to try and look upwards, the woman's arm came around, her forearm
smashed across his face. This was instantly followed by another and another
blow, as the woman's fists went to work and Michael was again in trouble.

As the blows rained down on him, his face took each one, fully. Soon there was
blood running down from the corner of his mouth, there were dark and puffy
areas now appearing around his eye. And he was also finding it difficult to
breath normally, almost as if his nose was getting slowly blocked with
congealing blood! To add to his discomfort the older woman now added a new
pain into his body, CRUNCH! OOOUUUHHH! Having battered his face with her
forearm and following up with her fists, she had him held down by one hand
that was gripped around his neck. This allowed her to move into a better
position where she could raise her leg and then bring it back down, hard and
fast, so her knee now went pounded down into his groin. Now that did hurt!

All the time the younger girl on the outside of the cage was watching this
from the outside, calling out, with a great deal of excitement, praise for the
woman and her actions and dissatisfaction of the man and his lack of, well
lack of anything that might describe him as a fighter! Also walking around,
making sure the fight was fair, the ref found herself also enjoying the
spectacle greatly. The sound the woman's knee had brought out of the man was
also very amusing to the ref and the lone member of the 'audience', so Zara
'tapped' him again in that area. And again, so he made the same sound that
filled the auditorium and brought smiles to all the women there.

The older woman now rolled herself off the man, and a second later she was on
her feet, and now strolling around the hurt Michael as he lay there trying to
get his breath back. That knee had done a good job of expelling the air from
him and now he was desperately trying to take as much as he could back in. So,
with his mind on this he wasn't paying attention to this older female, WHACK!
Big mistake, and her foot into his body told him this. As he shuddered from
the kick his head shot up and, SMACK! Another foot came around and caught him
nicely on his chin. This blow spun Michael over so he was facing down on the
floor and a couple of drops of blood now fell from him, down onto the canvas.

It was that moment when his eyes started to focus a bit more, but all he could
see, as he looked down was those two blood splats on the canvas, just inches
away from his face. It wasn't the best thing for him to see, it kind of
reinforced the fact that he was currently in a lot of trouble! Without knowing
it the older woman had stepped over, astride the man, and even though she was
looking down on the back of his head, she just knew the look on his face right
now would be one of pain, confusion and just maybe a bit of fear. Now that was
a good thought.

With a slight grin from that thought now on her face she leant down grabbed
onto the hair on the back of his head, yanked it up hard and then, THUD!
Slamming Michael's face down into the canvas a good few times she inflicted a
new pain into his body, into his face. The couple of spots of blood on the
canvas quickly turned into a large red smear, as more was added and Michaels
face was rubbed into it, as more injury, more hurt, more bruises and more cuts
where inflicted. When she stopped slamming his face down into the canvas the
man was relived, but it took a couple of moments for him to realised she had
indeed stopped, so numb and confused was he that he hadn't noticed at first.

But this just gave Zara a moment or two to step over his body as he lay there,
she also noticed there was a slight shaking to his body. Even though she
wasn't pounding him just now, his body shock, that was pleasing to her, it
showed he was indeed scared of her. The ref was still watching all of this
closely, and she wondered what exactly the older woman was going to do to the
younger man next. Rubi could see the look on the mature woman's attractive
face and knew that the Milf certainly hadn't finished just yet!

Zara reached down grabbed onto the hurt man and Michael was dragged up off the
canvas, as he was hauled upwards the older woman flung him away from her. He
stumbled backwards in his bemused, confused and hurt way, but not going too
far away from her. And as he was not fully upright, she kicked out and sent
her bare foot straight up into the centre of his chest THUD! OOOFFFFF! The
sound of her foot striking again filled the auditorium, and if there had been
a crown up there looking down, they would have cheered again now. But this job
was just left to the girl, Josie, outside the cage who was again leaning
through the bars, slamming her hands down on the canvas and shouting out. She
was obviously enjoying all this. The foot to his chest, caught the man out, as
it would do any man and also sent him tumbling backwards, towards the ropes
and then further back so he slammed back into the gate of the cage. � �

There was a shattering metal echoing sound that now filled the building, which
was at the same time mixed with Michael's cry of pain and the exhaling of all
the air out of him made for an interesting noise. As he crashed backwards into
the gate the force of the blow. of hitting the ropes and metal now made him
come staggering, falling uncontrollably forwards and straight into, WHACK!
ARRRRHHHH! Zara's timing was spot on, as was her foot, a good roundhouse
kick,� struck. She'd driven her foot across Michael's face, sending him back
to the ropes and that metal gate. But this time the force of the blow spun him
around, turned him so he fell head first into that harsh metal. �

As Michael went flying, firstly into the ropes which had that flexibility in
them and so allowing him to go slamming face first into the metal gate. This
made the whole cage shake; it was a violent shudder, the sound of which echoed
around the entire building. This greatly impressed Josie on the outside and
also, Rubi, the ref, with her keen eye, making sure that it was still a 'fair'
fight! She'd seen how the man had rocked the gate when he hit it and had her
suspicions as to what might happen next! And the ref was proved right.

After slamming into the gate, shuddering it. Michael came quivering, turning
and falling backwards and at the same time Zara had gone forwards. The older
woman, takes a good long stride forward and quickly throws herself into a
spin. Around she goes, just as he comes turning around, so they come face to
face as he falls towards her. Her leg is raised and her foot goes thundering
into Michael's chest, CRUNCH! OOOOOWWW! � � �

With him coming off the ropes, bouncing off the gate, and with her spinning
and thrusting foot into him, the blow was a hard, sharp and a powerful one. A
blow that took Michael off his feet as he went backwards, took him up into the
air and sent him back into that cage door. But this time it was the force of
the blow, the harshness and the power behind it, so as the man's back slammed
against that gate it was forced open. The gate flew open with such great force
that Michael just carried on going backwards, he went flying out the ring, out
the cage. Through the air and then dropped, sharply down p the outside of the
cage, down into the hard-concrete floor of the old building. �

The sound of Michael coming down, hitting the floor after flying through the
gate and air, filed the auditorium, filled the entire old building with an
earth-shattering thud. As well as a fearful cry that the man let out as he
fell there. The moment his back slammed down on that concrete floor all the
air had been fully knocked out of him. He had nothing left inside of him, and
after a second of lying there another new sound filled the old building. That
of Michael gasping for breath, his whole body shook in panic as he now tried
desperately to refill his lungs. The pain his body was feeling was put to one
side, even if it was such an intense pain, all that he need now was vital
oxygen.

Another second or two went with Michael gasping for breath, filling his lungs
and trying to calm his hurt body down. Which to the two women up in the cage,
the older female fighter, his opponent and the female ref, was almost quite
amusing. Both these women were now over by the cage gate leaning on the ring
ropes looking out and down at the man on the floor. And both women did have a
smile, were giggling as they looked down too, so yes, they were amused by
this!

With Michael getting his breath back, rapidly, and lying there basically doing
nothing, just trying to breath. This gave the girl on the outside of the ring
the younger Josie time to come around and get up to the bigger, older male on
the floor. Michael had manged to fil his lungs, calm his body down, somewhat,
and had half rolled over onto his side, as he tried desperately to clear him
hazy mind and think! As his eyes seemed to clear and he could now focus, and
the first thing he saw was that pair of pink trainers that belonged to the
young ponytailed gym girl.

And somehow seeing these trainers didn't give the man any great confidence
that even though he was free of the women in the cage, that things were about
to get any better for him. Because he was right, they certainly weren't.
Michael was defiantly right, as the young Josie reached down and with both
hands grabbed onto the man's head so she could drag him upwards. Up Michael
came, he had no choice, Josie was quite instant he come up and was surprising
quite strong for a young girl, so the hurt man had no real choice but to
scramble up onto his feet.

As he came up the young Josie threw her leg up, covered in those
multi-coloured legging. The girl's leg was fast and strong, she twisted her
body so her thigh delivered a pounding knock to his chest as he came up.
Already weak and hurt Michael was in no shape to really fight back, the work
the older woman in the ring had done on him had taken its toll. So, this made
it easier for the younger girl to now take full control of this man. Holding
him still she threw her knee into his body a few more time, well no one said
she couldn't have a bit of fun as well!'

The blows to his body had hurt this bigger man some more, stunned Michael, but
even so he was still half way up and wobbling on his feet. She hadn't put him
down, but then again, she didn't want to, she had other plans for this one.
This allowed Josie to move, get behind the man, slip an arm around his throat
and with her other arm grab hold of his head. Now she had control of the man.
"Come on you've got to go back inside!" The older woman's young girl, her
supporter, was now going to make sure that the match carried on as it should,
with the man inside getting what he deserved form the mature female fighter.

Michael was easily manhandled by the smaller younger girl back towards the
short set of steps that lead up to the gate of the cage. And he was going back
inside, whether he liked it or not! Josie grappled, controlled and jostled
Michael to the steps and then, THUD! As they got there, she threw him down
onto the hard steel steps. He went face first into the cold metal of the
steps. His face fell onto the sharp edge and cut him, if the women had seen
this, they would have all smiled, that was for sure. As he lay there stunned
the girl again motivated him, SMACK!

Her bare foot came down on the back of his head and drove his face back into
those steps. There was the sound of flesh on metal and a whimpish cry all
mixed together. Josie lifted Michael's head and body back up off the steps as
she again guided him to the open gate. "Come on Brother, Mummy is still
waiting to finish your match!" And Michael's Sister was right up near to the
gate Zara, his Mother was indeed waiting for her Son to come back in, there
was still a prize on offer here.

More jostling on the steps as the Sister got her older Brother up to the gate
and then, THUD! Her foot was shoved into his arse as Josie sent Brother
Michael back inside, ready for their Mummy to finish this fight off. The man
went stumbling back in, desperately trying to gain his balance as he knew
falling down onto the canvas would not be a good thing for him. But then again
being up on his feet wasn't going to guarantee anything else for this man,
WHACK! As Zara's foot now proved.

As Michael came scampering and tottering back in, his Mother moved, very
quickly to the side, threw herself into a spin and coming around. She raised
her leg and drove her bare foot up into her Son's chest as he fell and
staggered forwards. The blow stopped him instantly from falling forwards and
then sent him staggering backwards, his arms flying out to the side trying to
franticly steady himself, but it wasn't going to work. Not when the woman was
already into her next spin and came thundering around with a bit more ferocity
and, WALLOP! UUUHHHHHH!

A second hit into the spot where the first foot had left that bright red mark
and Michael went shooting back into the ropes of the ring. He fell back and
the ropes catapulted him back to his Mother, and Zara was waiting, HUUUUHHH!
THUD! The older woman grabbed onto the man as he stumbled uncontrollably back
to her, grabbing his arms, twisting herself around, taking her hurt Son with
her. The Mother took her boy up off his feet, flipped her Son around, over and
slammed his already hurt and battered body back down into the canvas floor of
the caged ring.

Grabbed, turned and dropped like a stone onto the canvas by his Mother,
Michael could only wish for all this to end, and end now. Why had had he got
into this, why had he gone into 'that' bar, 'that' club, last night and seen
'that' woman there. Why had he noticed her, looked at her, and how gorgeous
she was and why had he wanted her. Why had he thought to himself that she had
to be his. And then why, as he was taking to her had his Mother come up with
the same intention of wanting this woman for herself. 'Dame' his Mother and
her taste in women that he liked too!

As Michael lay there on the floor, the ref, Rubi, moved around him, checking.
He was still conscious so the contest still 'officially' had to go on. Zara,
the lads Mother, knew this, knew that she had to finish him off before this
would all end, and about now was the right time to bring this all to an end.
She now stepped over her Son laying there and dropped down on his sore cheats,
THUD! Another hard hit as her knee came down into her Son, down into his upper
body forcing him again the gasp for breath. But now all there was to do was to
finish this all off, put the boy out of his misery, WHACK! SMACK! CRACK! Zara
set about pounding the man she was sat on. Beating him until her Son gave up
and passed out, which shouldn't take too long!

So, it was all nearly over with. Yes, this match here in the old building, in
the cage in that auditorium arena was all due what happened the night before
hand.

It had all happened last night when the Mother and her Son had both seen the
same woman, liked the same woman and wanted the same woman. OK it had been
Michael that had seen her first and he'd already gone over and was chatting to
her, and doing quite nicely thank you, when the Mother had approached. But
then again, the Son should have known that this was one of his Mother's bar, a
club that she came too. This was her hunting ground, so, he shouldn't have
tried anything here in the first place, so he only had himself to blame!

The woman that both Mother and Son had seen was indeed a gorgeous female and
well worth the attention of both of these, in fact she had already spurred off
the attention of a dozen admirers that evening. But somehow Michael interested
her, he was a fit, handsome looking man about her own age and seemed to be
someone who could hold her attention both here in the bar and possibly later
on in bed. But when his Mother turned up, well she also had something else
about her and the gorgeous woman just knew this older Milf had talents that
where worthy of her attention too. Both here in the bar and of course in the
bedroom!

So, the gorgeous black woman had a dilemma, who would Rubi chose the Son or
the Mother, there was only one way to sort this out. And that was why they
were all here tonight. Rubi would act as Referee, the Mother, Zara and Son,
Michael would fight it out and who even won, well they would be the prize,
after all Rubi was already the winner.! She just didn't know which prize she
should take home with her yet! But this little contest would sort that out,
decide who the black woman would claim, after all there was a prize at stake
here. And that prize was either the Mother or the Son!

It was looking more and more likely that the prize was going to be Zara, the
Mother, as she was almost at that point of completing her defeat of her Son.
Michael took a few more hard blows from his Mother who was still perched on
top of him and pounding him with her fists. Zara knew she'd beat him,
literally beat him, and now she just wanted to get it all over with. Her Son
hadn't and wasn't proving to be any kind of a challenge to her, so the sooner
he was out cold the sooner she and Rubi could ... ... ! SMACK! OOOWWWHHH!

The last blow went in and Michael's mind finally went into darkness, his body
had given up and his Mother had won, she was the winner, 'No' the ref Rubi was
still the winner and Zara was now her prize! The older woman now got up off
her unconscious Son and up onto her feet, at the same time her Daughter and
Michael's younger and annoying Sister came up to the open gate "Well done
Mummy, but it's now my time to use the cage!" And of course, she was right,
Jodie had the next session booked here so it was time for the Mother and the
ref to leave.

As they left, they each garbed hold of one of Michael's arms and dragged the
man out the cage, down the steps and left him there on the floor at the bottom
of them. Then as Zara and Rubi moved off, away and towards the changing rooms
they passed a man who was coming in and heading towards the cage. Both the
women recognised him, a well-built dark-skinned man who was around 30 or there
about. The women smiled and as they passed him, they both couldn't help by
give a giggle as they knew what was coming!

A while later and the defeated man Michael started to come to, his body hurt,
his head was full of sights, sounds and images of what had happened to him.
They were all memories that he wanted to forget, but knew he wouldn't be able
to. He slowly started to move his body, but it hurt, hurt like hell. Behind
him he could hear some muffled sounds of what could be someone, or some people
inside the caged ring. But more interesting was over in the distance where he
could see his Mother and the woman he'd been trying to, and was doing a good
job of chatting up before his Mother had turned up!

Over near to the changing room and there was Zara and Rubi, the gorgeous black
woman was smiling as she looked over her prize. This older Milf would look
good in her bed, she was sure of that. In the hands of the ref, Rubi was
holding something that looked just like a long brown leather lead. It went
from her hand then looped down and back up to where it was attached to the
collar that was around Zara's neck. Rubi had her prize on a lead, it hadn't
mattered who it would have been, Mother or Son, one of them was going to be on
the end of her lead. As this was where the woman liked her pets, her prize to
be!

In that caged ring the woman, the Mother had beat and dominated the man, the
Son. Here outside the cage it was now the turn of that same women to be
submissive to another woman, how things change quickly. Rubi pulled on the
lead, pulled the older woman to her and kissed her, yes, she was going to
enjoy this Milf, a lot! Back over by the cage and still trying to get up from
the floor, Michael could see this and was sick to his stomach that his Mother
had stolen another woman from him, 'Dame her!' One day, one fight he would
win, then he'd show her, and he did really believe that!

Up in the caged ring and away from all this there was another fight going on,
another disagreement being settled in this quite unique way. In the ring was
the man that had walked past the women some moments ago, the one that Rubi and
Zara had recognised. He was a doorman at the bar, the club that Rubi and then
Michael and his Mother had gone to last night. And the club that Jodie the
younger Sister and the Daughter, had tried to get into. She'd followed her
Brother and her Mother, knowing as she did that they often 'bumped into each
other' on a night out and that's when things got interesting!

But last night Jodie had looked too young to be going into a club like this
and the doormen had stopped her, the young girl wasn't happy about that and
protested vigorously. To the point that a bouncer was slapped, a challenge was
given and of course a head strong doorman accepted!

Currently up in the cage and the doorman was backed up into one of the corners
of the ring. He was trapped against the ropes as the smaller, younger, and
fitter girl was stood up on the bottom ropes, either side of him, to give her
some extra needed height. As she was now currently raining fists down into the
hurt man. Who's face already looked as if he'd just had the worse night
possible working the doors of a really rough club! He'd only been in the ring
with Jodie for a short while and already he was in so much trouble. But that
was Jodie for you a girl who learnt quickly from her Mother and trained with
her Brother, well she beat her older Brother regularly so she was good at all
this fighting stuff. It was a shame that the doorman didn't know any of this.
He could have saved himself a whole load of hurt and pain if he'd just let the
girl into the club!

But then again who knows what Jodie would have go up to if she had got into
that club? Outside the cage and Rubi now lead her new pet away towards the
changing room, it was time for the black woman to start enjoying her prize.
The gorgeous woman gave a last look over towards the caged ring, Michael was
still struggling to get up, and she'd now lost all interest in him. But Rubi
thought she might have to keep an eye on the one in the ring, after all Rubi
had friends that Jodi might like to meet one day ... ... !