Queen Of The Underground Ring
by Eddy - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest

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Some of you may think that the greatest fighting action can only be seen on
pay per view TV. Well, that's because you've never seen the likes of the
extreme fighting that goes on inside the Queen's Ring. The Queen's Ring is
located in a large empty building, hidden from common sight. Inside, fighters
looking for the ultimate action fight each other for supremacy, a generous
cash prize and a perhaps, a chance to step into the ring with the Queen
herself.

And who is the Queen? She is the one who started this entire endeavour. A
fierce fighter, a muscular amazon with a pounding love for fighting and for
dominating her opponents. A woman so strong and so brutal, she was kicked out
of the UFC and MMA leagues in which she competed after she grew tired of
beating women and began ambushing the male competitors and beating them
effortlessly. A woman who stands 5'9" tall and weighed 210 lbs. of solid
muscle. But still, a woman who looked absolutely beautiful and desirable in
her feminine curves and long auburn hair. This woman oversaw all the fighting
that went on inside her ring, and is always awaiting for any challenger brave
enough to challenge her. She wanted a challenger who could measure up to her
after several disappointments. Someone she could reward in kind.

This story begins on a night like any other. An uneasy crowd was gathered
around a squared ring. Yelling and screaming. Some cheering for their favoured
fighter. Others just cursing the fighter they didn't like. Some just demanding
blood. Above the ring, from her personal balcony and sitting on her throne,
shrouded in a red silk robe, the Queen watched eagerly at the two fighters
tearing each other apart. This fight was an even match. Two well built male
fighters, possibly 280 lbs. Each, were punching each other without gloves or
any sort of protection like it was nothing more than a street brawl. The scene
went on and blood got splattered all over the ring until one of them fell
unconscious and the other one stood victorious.

The crowd goes wild. Then the Queen stands up and approaches the edge of her
balcony. She stands on the rail as the crowd stares in awe. She spreads her
arms and leaps into the air. In the air between the balcony and the ring,
hangs a trapeze, which the Queen grabs onto, swings and lands swiftly on the
ring. The crowd once again bursts into screaming and chanting. The Queen
approaches the victor and raises his hand in the air.

"The winner!" she yells at the crowd.

"Thanks, Queen!" the battered fighter greets her.

"You did good. But you need to get better. This was a close fight. That means
you won mostly by luck. That's not how you want to win." she added. "My men
will lead you to the nursery and give you your prize money."

"And now, it's time for me to ask all of you!" she yelled at the crowd. "Who
here is man enough to get inside the ring with me? Who here has the balls to
take on ME?! You know that I will pay five times more prize money to whoever
can last 5 minutes in the ring with me! And ten times more to whoever can beat
me. Well? I'm waiting."

Among the crowd, nobody was expecting anyone to come forth. They all knew the
Queen's power and skills were unmatched. Out of anyone's league. Some had
experienced first hand, others had witnessed it and the rest had heard the
stories. She was unbeatable. She was stronger than any other fighter that had
lived. Her kicks and punches were so fast they could be compared to Bruce
Lee's. And her endurance and threshold for pain were unbreachable. However,
every now and then some newcomer was unaware of this and decided to take a
leap into the ring for that much desired prize money.

"Is she really that tough?" A newcomer asked another guy standing beside him
in the crowd. "I mean, I heard all the stuff they say about her, but she looks
so ... "

"Pretty? Fuckable? Pretty fuckable?" The other guy replied with a smirk.
"Don't let her beautiful face deceive you. She may be the hottest most
fuckable chick in the world. But she's also the deadliest, most brutal fighter
I've ever seen. Once the robe comes off, you'll be fighting for your life."

"Still, I think I'm gonna do it."

"Your funeral, pal. So far nobody has ever beaten her. And only one guy lasted
the five minutes but ended up in the hospital. So just remember I warned you
when you're lying on a hospital bed and sipping food through a straw."

"Whatever." The guy replied as he raised his hand. "Me! I accept the
challenge!" he yelled.

"Unbelievable! Finally! Come on! And step into the Queen's ring!" The Queen
yelled at the new challenger.

The crowd stared at the challenger. Some even performed the sign of the cross
in a small prayer to the future victim of the Queen. The man entered the ring
and was greeted with a handshake from the Queen. It was a very strong and firm
handshake. The Queen wouldn't stop smiling the whole time. It had been a month
since she had faced a challenger in her ring. After the handshake, each of the
fighters went to opposite corners. The new challenger stripped down to his
shorts. He clearly was in great shape. A tall, muscular man. However, he
wasn't impressive at all. Unlike the Queen.

The crowd roared as the Queen took off her robe revealing her impressive body.
As she removed her robe and handed it over to one of his Adonis-like
assistants, she revealed her physique, almost naked except for mini tight
shorts and a sports bra that covered her private parts. From the tip of her
toes to the tip of her long hair, she was an example of human and female
perfection. Every single muscle popping out of her body and clearly traced and
defined. Her thighs were thick and muscular, clearly possessing an enormous,
possibly monstrous kicking power. Her abs looked like a brick wall, impossible
to break no matter how hard it was punched, and her arms were most impressive,
with triceps bulging and biceps popping out as she tied her hair into a
ponytail. And then, her gorgeous smile caused the crowd to cheer even louder
as she winked at them and blew kisses.

Her challenger now felt his confidence fading away. He wasn't expecting such a
powerful structure hidden behind that shiny robe and that pretty smile. In
fact, the only thing preventing him from having a massive erection was the
nervousness caused by the crowd. Which began to fade along with his confidence
as it was replaced by a small growing fear of this mighty woman standing in
front of him. Finally, both fighters approached the middle of the ring and
faced each other.

The challenger was a bit taller than the Queen. They seemed to be evenly
matched in muscle size and mass for the upper body. However, the Queen clearly
outsized and outmuscled her opponent in leg size and power. Still, as tough as
both opponents looked, everyone in the crowd knew the outcome of the fight.
But that didn't mean they weren't going to enjoy this show by the sexy
muscular powerhouse they knew as The Queen.

"I guess you're new here, right? I don't recall seeing you before." The Queen
said.

"Yes, I am. And what better way to introduce myself, huh?" the challenger
replied. "My name's Kirk Gills, and I'm going home with some money tonight."

"Ooh, so you're confident." The Queen teased. "That's good. The only thing I
enjoy more than beating a tough man is beating a confident man." she yelled at
the crowd that replied with more cheers.

"Since you're new here, I'm going to tell you about a special rule. The first
impressions rule." the Queen told him. "You get five first impressions on me.
That means that you get to take five shots at me without me retaliating. I
will either dodge or block. After those five shots, you get another chance to
decide if you still want to fight me or get off the ring."

"OK. No sweat."

"Good. Then fire away." The Queen invited him with open arms and a not caring
attitude.

With a small pause, the challenger took a step forward and fired a powerful
punch aimed at the Queen's pretty face. But it never arrived at its
destination. Because it was swatted away by the Queen's arm just as easy as if
she was shoving away a bothersome fly.

"One!" the crowd chanted.

That punch was immediately followed by a jumping back spinning kick. The
movement was fast, but not fast enough, as the Queen saw it coming and reacted
almost instinctively by ducking and avoiding the kick.

"Two!" the crowd kept chanting.

This time, the challenger took a longer pause. Both fighters circled each
other. The challenger was thinking carefully about his next move. The Queen
was waiting for it eagerly. The challenger then threw a kick to the Queen's
gut, but she didn't block it. She didn't bother blocking it. It hit her and
did absolutely no damage. She was still standing and smiling as she had been
the entire time. The challenger on the other hand was starting to fear for the
outcome of the coming fight.

"Three!" the crowd cheered.

Unsure as he was of his next move, he tried to sweep her legs. But once again
the Queen was faster and jumped to avoid the sweeping leg.

"Four!" the crowd kept on.

Only move left and clearly the Queen had the advantage in speed and reflexes.
And whatever advantage he thought he had in strength seemed ineffective
against her rock hard muscles. So what was left? Grappling skills. He rammed
at her midsection attempting to lift her in the air and then take the fight to
floor. But the Queen proved to be an immovable target. As his shoulder crashed
against the Queen's midsection, her stance was ready to withstand the blow.
And as much as the challenger pushed and tried to grab the Queen, it was the
Queen who grabbed him and tossed him across the ring like a rag doll.

"Five!" the crowd went nuts.

Both fighters met in the center of the ring again. Now any confidence left in
the challenger had faded. Yet the Queen was even more confident than before.
She was smiling before, now she was completely relaxed. She knew the fight was
going to be a piece of cake for her. Well, she knew that from the start, but
this poor fellow had just confirmed it for everyone.

"So, after these first impressions you left I can tell you this:" The Queen
boasted. "I'm faster, I'm stronger and I can take anything you throw at me.
You want to reconsider stepping out of the ring?"

"Has anyone ever done so?" The challenger replied with a tone of shame in his
voice.

"No one. Everyone chose the beating over the shame." She replied.

"So that's my final answer." He said.

"The fight is on!" The Queen yelled. "Ring the bell!" she ordered and one of
her assistants signalled the start of the match.

Both fighters approached the center of the ring with their arms raised at face
height making up their fighting stance. As soon as they were within striking
distance, the challenger threw the first kick. But the Queen was too fast for
him. Ducked and swept him off his feet and to the floor. After that, she took
two steps back and teased him.

"Come on. Get up." She told him. "Let's put on a show that lasts at least a
minute."

The challenger got up and they both circled around each other. When she
noticed that her opponent was waiting for her to make the next move, she
decided to indulge him. She delivered a lightning fast kick to her
challenger's torso. The force of the kick not only threw the challenger off
his feet, but also had him roll on the floor and stop right at the edge of the
ring. He was almost thrown out of the ring by the Queen's sheer kicking power.
The Queen remained with her leg still raised and slowly but fluently returned
it to her fighting stance. Every muscle in that massive leg was tense and
popping out.

"Come on! Give me something!" She continued to tease her opponent. "I haven't
even began to sweat!"

Her opponent got up with some difficulty. The side of his body still ached
from that powerful kick. He charged rabidly and jumped to deliver a "superman
punch". But in mid air, as if she could see his movements in slow motion, the
Queen jumped to intercept him. And in an amazing move, she landed her
"superman punch" while evading his. The opponent once again fell to the floor.
The Queen approached, waiting for her opponent to make his next move, but he
was taking a while to recover, and it wasn't something to blame him for. He
had taken devastating blows to his ribcage and face. He was aching and dizzy.

"Alright. I'm done waiting. Let's finish this with style!" the Queen yelled
out loud.

She picked up her opponent, grabbing him by his waist and shoulder and raised
him above her head. The crowd chanted as they witnessed such amazing display
of strength and muscles at work. She then tossed him upwards into the air.
Upon his descent, she caught him in her arms, like a groom lifting his bride.
She then rotated him and placed him in position for a bearhug. Facing her,
with his arms trapped by hers.

"Bear! Hug! Bear! Hug!" the crowd chanted.

As the Queen began squeezing her victim, her arm muscles that were clearly
visible popped out even more. Tense and hard, they were beginning to glow from
the sweat. Her poor victim twisted and shook trying to free himself. Even as
his own arms were pushing as hard as they could, and the strength of his
muscles was tested to the limit, he couldn't fight back against the two
pillars of steel hard muscle closing in on him. He was moaning, screaming and
begging the Queen to stop. But she wouldn't stop until she heard the signal.

A loud crack was heard that had the crowd go silent. Then the Queen released
her challenger / victim, who simply dropped to the floor, like dead meat, with
the Queen smiling in victory. The Queen's assistants quickly entered the ring
and began providing medical attention to the broken and defeated fighter.

"And those were some of your ribs." she said as one of her assistants handed
her her robe again. "I hope they serve as reminders for next time. You need to
up your game."

After that, the Queen exited the ring. She was greeted by her followers and
admirers. Some came at her with kind words, others with sassy words, others
just wanted to cop a feel of her muscles. And she didn't mind. She welcomed
the worshipping, and with that ended her night. Another night went by and
another challenger that wasn't worth her time. But well, tomorrow would bring
about a new day.

And on the following day, there she was. Performing her regular training
routine. Performing chin-ups while hanging upside down and with two of her
assistants kicking her rock hard abdominal section. They weren't going easy on
her, they were hitting her full force. Her assistants were big and muscular.
Some time ago would-be martial arts fighters, they abandoned all hope of ever
becoming the best after experiencing the Queen's power. They now served the
Queen, the greatest fighter in history.

After her abdominal toughening routine, she moved on to the strength training.
She hoped that someday her arms would be as strong as her legs. And even
though her arm strength could easily rival or even surpass the world's
strongest man, her leg strength was something out of this world and completely
unreachable for any other mortal. Her arm strength training consisted of
weight lifting exercises combined with other exercises for testing the
strength acquired and also for her own amusement. She would have both her
assistants bearhug her at the same time. One from the front and one from
behind. And even with their strength combined, the Queen would withstand their
bearhug with a smile on her face and break it just as easily.

After that, however, she didn't feel like continuing. She was bored. She had
been bored for a long time. No one could provide a worthy challenge for her.
Everything was easy. She was by far stronger, faster and more skilled than any
other man or woman she could find, and she was running out of ways to satisfy
her primal needs. She wanted a man who would turn her on. But since no such
person existed, she would have to settle for what she had at hand.

"Let's fuck!" she ordered her assistants as she removed her training bra.

The three of them proceeded to get naked. Once her assistants were naked, she
jumped them. Pushed one to the floor and grabbed the other. As the lifted the
one she had grabbed, she turned her sights towards her sparring ring nearby
and tossed her assistant in there. She then did the same with the other one.
Finally, she got into the ring in one leap. Completely naked. In all her
glory. She jumped on top of one of them and stuck his fully erect cock inside
her. She then locked his legs with hers and grabbed his wrists.

"You! Try to get me off!" she ordered the assistant beneath her.

"And you! Try to get me off of him! Go on! Try your best." she ordered the
other one.

And so, she began pumping the assistant she held trapped between her legs as
her other assistant wrapped his arms around her torso and tried to pull her
away. Unsuccessfully, of course. She continued pumping. Moving her body back
and forth, feeling the powerless man's cock inside her following her
movements. She also got turned on by feeling the other man's arms strength
against hers. Even though both of them were fairly big and muscular, their
strength was on an inferior level. And as much as one of them struggled to
break free of the Queen's hold and the other one struggled to pull her away,
the Queen continued thrusting and rubbing her body against the happily
helpless immobilized man between her legs.

As her assistants continued to struggle and she continued to overpower them,
her blood boiled with arousal and made her even more of a savage. She briefly
released her grip on the man on the floor's wrists just to grab the other guy
and toss him away like a rag doll. She then immediately grabbed the other
man's wrists again and continued her thrusting. Harder and harder as she got
more and more turned on.

The other man came back and tried to trap the Queen in a full nelson lock, but
that didn't stop the Queen. Even with the other man's arms below her armpits
and trying to pull her up, she would pull the man down with her and against
her back. She was so strong. So unstoppable. So horny. And so wet. But still
that wasn't enough to make her cum.

Once again she released her boy-toy's wrists and broke the full nelson lock.
She then pulled that guy in front of her and began kissing him deeply. As if
she was trying to pierce his mouth with her crazy and wild tongue. The man
then, in a desperate attempt to break free and following his Queen's
instructions, began punching her stomach. Her stomach safely guarded by steel
hard abdominal muscles. Muscles that enjoyed the feel of the rabid punches
bouncing off on them.

After some punches, she finally reached her climax of sex and domination. As
she suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation of warmth and wetness, she let
loose a strong moan as she pushed away the man in front of her and tightened
her legs' grip on the other man's waist. The other man also came inside her.
After that she stood back up and exited the practice ring. She put on her robe
on top of her naked and sweaty body and left the gym with a smile on her face
and an overall sense of satisfaction.

"Once again it took the both of you to make me cum ... " she said as she left.
"You need to help me find a real man or someday I may accidentally break one,
or both, of you."

The following day, both of the Queen's assistants were hard at work in finding
new challengers to face their mistress. Not just because they feared for their
own safety whenever she got horny, but also because a subconscious thought
lurked inside their heads. A subconscious sensation of anger and denial at the
fact that a woman was able to beat absolutely every man she came across. A
shred of the male ego that even though is turned by the notion of a strong and
overpowering female, wants to tame her and dominate her and above all,
outmuscle her. They had to find a man who could beat her. But so far it had
been impossible. The Queen had defeated and humiliated any contender from any
background imaginable. Martial artists, boxers, bodybuilders twice her size,
strongmen, armwrestlers, powerlifters and even world record holders such as
the man who tore apart 24 telephone books in under a minute.

But that day, it seemed they had finally found a possible challenger for the
Queen. They saw in the news that a man that fulfilled the necessary
requirements had just been released from jail. A man named Ulysses Brock. He
was a 6' 4" feet tall and 297 lbs ex marine that had been imprisoned after
beating five men to their deaths with his bare hands in a bar fight. The guy
was a muscular Goliath that had also excelled at the army's martial arts
tournaments, having won every time he participated with an undefeated streak.
This guy was massive, strong, tough, very aggressive and an expert fighter.

"Mmmm. I have to meet him." the Queen said when her assistants told her about
him and showed her some pictures and the newspaper articles about this man.

"Of course, Queen." her assistant replied. "We will approach him and recruit
him for your ... "

"Better not." the Queen interrupted him. "So far you haven't had any luck with
this method. Just to test my luck, I will approach him myself. And after we've
met, I guarantee you he will come to me."

A couple of hours later, the Queen, in her civilian workout clothes, arrived
at a gym where Ulysses worked out with some of his army buddies. Ulysses was
surrounded by his sort of entourage composed of four massively muscular army
friends. Ulysses was sitting on a bench, wearing sweat pants and a tank top.
His buddies and him were working out and laughing as Ulysses bragged about how
he was the baddest guy in jail and nobody dared to even look at him ugly. They
all noticed the Queen as she walked in. Her massive figure could be spotted
even in spite of the loose hanging sweat shirt and pants she was wearing. And
so, with all ten eyes on her, she approached the five muscular specimens full
of confidence and with her head held up high.

"You must be the famous Ulysses Brock, right?" she said as she gave him a long
deep look.

"I am." he replied confidently as he also approached and crossed his arms.
"And who are you?"

The Queen gave this massive muscular giant another long deep look. From head
to feet she examined him. Gazed at his chest and arm muscles and tried to
picture how tough he could be. She had beaten challengers of his size before.
Some even bigger. But still, there was something about this guy that called to
her. She licked her own lips before replying in a sensual tone.

"You can call me Queen for now." she said. "And I'm here with a proposition
that I believe you will find very attractive."

"I think I can already agree." Ulysses said as he placed his hand on the
Queen's arm and ran it up and down, feeling her hard and large complexion.

"I think you may be a little off." she replied as she gently shoved off
Ulysses' hand. "I'm here to challenge you to a no holds barred fight. You
against me. And if you beat me, you get to take home an important cash prize."

"Wait. Are you for real?" Ulysses questioned her, taking a step back in
disbelief. Behind him, his buddies started laughing.

"Of course I'm serious." the Queen replied taking another step towards
Ulysses. "Do I look weak to you? Do I look like a fragile little princess? Let
me tell you that I'm an expert fighter with an unbeaten history against women
and men. I was hoping a man like you would provide me with a decent
challenge."

"Alright. Listen, Queen." Ulysses started to explain. "Clearly you're tough.
You have some serious muscles hidden under those rags. And I won't argue that
you can take out many men and women with ease. But when I fight, I sometimes
lose all inhibitions. That's landed me in jail, actually. And now that I've
just been released, how would it look if I took you up on your challenge and
accidentally hurt you badly? A woman. I would get thrown straight inside again
and for a longer time. So forget it!" he concluded.

"I see." she said with a disappointed look as she began taking off her sweat
shirt and long sweat pants, revealing her concealed amazonian physique.

As she stripped down to her fighting clothes and gear, she made sure that her
muscles stood out as she stretched and flexed. The men's eyes opened up and
jaws dropped at the sight of such an amazing woman. So muscular, so massive,
so curvy and so imposing. All five of them were speechless as the Queen put on
her gun show.

"Are you absolutely sure you don't want to go at it with me? Don't you wanna
hit this?" she said as she winked at Ulysses while flexing her round shaped
biceps.

"Are you kidding me with this?" he answered as a very visible boner bulged
from beneath his pants. "Of course I wanna hit that, only not with my fists."

"Ow." she replied as she pouched playfully like a little girl. "Well, if not
you, then perhaps one of these other studs might take me up on my offer ... "
she said as she scouted his friends.

After brief seconds of expectation, she pointed her finger at one of his
friends and signalled him to come closer. Oddly enough, she had picked the
lightest of that gang of heavyweights. As he approached, the Queen placed her
hands around his waist and caressed him softly. The man started caressing the
Queen's shoulders and arms. Carefully feeling her gorgeously shaped and
bulging muscles.

"Do you accept my challenge?" she cooed.

"Oh yeah!" the confident fool replied. "Whenever, wherever you want, muscular
baby!"

Immediately after finishing that sentence, the poor idiot was lifted off the
ground and above the Queen's head in one swift movement. Still holding him by
his waist, the man barely had time to get his bearings straight before the
Queen spun around her own axis and took one small leap forward, while holding
the heavy and muscular guy above her head. His friends could hardly believe
their own eyes. In another fleeting second, the Queen tossed her victim
against a nearby wall. The man placed his hands in front of his face to soften
the blow but he still dropped to the ground unconscious after such a violent
blow.

As she turned her sight back towards Ulysses and his shocked friends, she
noticed another one of them was coming towards her ready to punch her in the
face. Actually, ready to attempt to punch her in the face. As the Queen
blocked the powerful blow with her steel hard forearm and countered with a
devastating punch to her attacker's face. The briefly stunned hunk suddenly
felt a crushing pain at the side of his torso as the Queen connected a
powerful kick to his left side. But it was immediately matched with another
powerful rising kick to his chin that knocked him unconscious instantly and
pushed the remaining dead weight backwards.

Ulysses and his other two friends remained paralyzed in their places. They
couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. Such display of strength, speed
and skill. Performed by the hottest and most beautiful woman they had ever
seen. Aside from standing still, their only reaction was getting clearly
visible erections. All of them. As the Queen turned her sight towards them,
she stretched and flexed even more to impress her new admirers. She even
caressed her own arms and legs sensually.

"So, which of you is next, big boys?" she cooed as she blew them a kiss.

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