The Coal Room
By Tee
Underground fighting, all in, by two women inclined to it



     It was cold outside. Cold and wet but the body heat of the twenty or so that were there ahead of them made
the room warm and muggy. Not that any of them cared. Their arrival indicated that it was on and as Tony slipped
Marlene's coat from her shoulders they began their intense but silent  appraisal of the new arrival. One in
particular moved apart from the rest and it was she that commanded Marlene's attention as the rest moved around
them in a loose circle resuming their interrupted chatter as they watched the two of them and speculated about
what they were here to see.
     A big woman, brunette and attractive she thought. She was wearing a short sleeveless dress and heels and
Marlene felt a flush race through her as she approached. Both of them had been preparing for this for several
months and now the time for it here. She hoped her excitement didn't show but it didn't matter. She knew Starla
would be as nervous as she was but just as hot for it too and glad the wait was over. Keeping her eyes on the other
woman she let her mind retrace how they had come to be here.
     It had actually gotten it's start about five years previous when two of the local women had decided to settle
a grudge by fighting. It might have ended there too except that their husbands decided to try and use the occasion
to provide a everybody with some entertainment and perhaps make a bit money for themselves in the process. The
following weekend a large horse stall in a local barn had been cleared and with  about thirty of their interested
acquaintances and friends crowded in around the walls  they stripped their wives and put them together. It had
been more successful than they had imagined. The women had needed little urging and after a moments hesitation
had gone after each other with bare fists, feet, fingernails and teeth as the enthusiastic crowd urged them. The
following weekend two other women agreed to meet, this time more for the sport of it along with the money and it
soon became a regular event as those women that were inclined paired themselves off  a chance at the money and
notoriety that it provided.  It also attracted a discrete group of affluent supporters from the city who relished the
prospect of watching them fight and their demands and the financial support they brought to it virtually insured
the increased violence that resulted. The performances became even more savage the women becoming totally
uninhibited as their  increasingly violent inclinations and those of their supporters  were satisfied by what soon
became a "blood sport". As for the two of them, both had been "sporting" women for some time,  participating 
both for the money and the opportunity to exercise their savage inclinations and tonight it was their turn to enter
the pen and provide the entertainment that spectators gathered there this evening wanted.
     Marlene felt her heart racing and she felt a little numb. She was now in front of her , waiting for it and as
the others crowded them closer they gave each other a brief  embrace. Forcing her self back to the reality of what
they were about to do Marlene murmured thickly "is the room ready?" Pausing only a moment longer to appreciate
the feel of the hot flesh contact Starla replied, "yes, this way" and turned to the door on the opposite wall.
     Walking ahead of the others she followed her down the stairs to the cellar. Both of them moved quickly,
their impatience obvious and when the woman ahead of her paused to open the door she felt herself pressed against
her by the others in back. Opening it she stepped aside and silently motioned the rest of them to enter her fighting
room.
     It was effectively arranged thought Marlene, just as it had been described although seeing it for the first
time was always stimulating. An old unused coal room, about sixteen by twenty feet with a five foot wooden barrier
constructed so as to create a sixteen square foot fighting pen.  The inside of it was covered with old packing
blankets stretched and nailed along the walls and barrier while the remaining area served for spectator  viewing. 
She noted with satisfaction that the ceiling was low, about seven a half feet and that the area directly over the 
fighting area was painted a light reflective white. The rest of the area was black with only a single light directly
over the center of it. Seeing Starla slip over the barrier and into the pen she followed her as the rest crowded in
behind it.
     The canvas covered floor felt soft and she knew there would be more blankets beneath it. Nodding
approval  and looking around she noted that while it appeared to be in good shape it also appeared to be well used.
Noticing how some of the larger stains had spread to adjacent blankets and the canvas she needed no explanation
and breathing deeply she let the essence of it sweep over her. The side of her that was inclined to this loved it, all
of it, the sweat, blood pain and the thought of the fighting so close at hand and the increasing excitement of the
spectators all mixed up into one intoxicating stew.
     Sensing rather than seeing the other woman standing beside her she said "so this is where you meet your
guests". "Yes" she replied. "There are several of us that play here and I hope it meets with your professional
approval". Hearing the bolt thrown in the door she turned and kicking her shoes over the barrier reached behind
her to unfasten her dress.
     Saying nothing Marlene watched, her excitement rising as the other woman shrugged the dress from her
shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Wearing nothing more than the under panties she would fight in she turned
and facing the spectators raised her arms, displaying  her fighters body to the spectators. Pausing for a moment to
accept their approval she turned to Marlene, slowly  running her fists over her full thrusting breasts in anticipation
as she waited for her to follow suite.
     Marlene slowly undid the buttons as she silently watched the other woman. Letting  her dress fall to the
floor she turned to face the spectators she raised her arm in salute. Already she was damp with sweat from the
excitement and the closeness of the room. Her powerful body glistened with it and as she strutted in front of the
spectators they growled their impatient approval. Facing each other they began an intense appraisal of the other as
their husbands retrieved the equipment they had agreed to use.
     The rest resumed their commentary as they compared the two.  Both were big, muscular broad shouldered
women although Marlene at 178 lbs to Starla's 184 was slightly lighter. Carried  for the most part in her shoulders
and upper arms it was something the spectators noticed and several of them were already anticipating out how she
could use it to good advantage against the lighter woman. Other than that they were about equal both being just
shy of six feet and it was apparent that they were going to be well matched.
     Marlene was wearing lace panties so tiny that her exuberant patch of carrot colored pubic hair swelled
against the fabric and pushed it's way from all sides of it's brief confinement. Starla's panties were similar, being
lace but with very short leggings that extended about two inches down the thigh. Close cut and clinging
transparently to her body the mass of her thick, curly black triangle struggling through the holes was no less
provocative.
     Harry had found his equipment first and slipped over the barrier with the tape and gloves in hand and
Marlene backed away and moved to the barrier to give them more room. Gina was there and she could feel her
hand gently massaging her shoulder. "Turn about" she thought. Two weeks previous it had been her turn in a pen
and it had been she that had to cheer her on. Her opponent had been a black woman, brought from the city and she
had proved to be a spirited contender throughout most of the fight. Only after forty minutes of brutal bloody
fighting had Gina been able to put her down. It had ended with both of the naked on the floor, the black on her
back and  Gina above her, driving her big, hard fists and knees into the other's bloody, battered body with lusty
pleasure until both she and the crowd were satisfied. It had been an exciting, brutally savage fight and tonight their
roles were reversed.  Turning to face her she put both hands around the back of her friends muscular neck and with
a soft "for luck" pulled her face into the firmness of her sweat slick breasts.
     Tony was beside her now grasping her arm and moving her away from her brief revere with Gina. Starla's
husband was almost done and as he finished working her hands into the tiger gloves she raised them for their
inspection. Marlene watched her as she raised her arms, noticing the heavy growth of hair beneath her arms as she
extended her fingers.  Slowly letting her  tongue work in a tantalizing circle around her lips she accepted their
murmur of approval. Marlene knew that it was the fingernails protruding from the beneath the thin knuckle
padding of the gloves that had elicited their response. Her's were the same, both of them having carefully filed and
sharpened them over the last few weeks to thick, hard gouging points. Aware that Tony was done with one of her
hands  she smiled, flexed it into a fist and then raising it, extended her own fingers for their inspection. She felt
another  delicious little tremor of fear shot through her as she contemplated what it would be like with them and
little jolts of adrenalin shot through her body as she twisted her now taped hands into the gloves Tony was holding.
Almost time she thought. Her entire body was tense with excitement, her breasts tingled,  the nipples enlarged and
extended, stiffly proud, as she moved away from Tony and began to shadow dance in the center of the pen. 
     Starla followed her, keeping her distance but joining her nevertheless as the two men boosted themselves
across the barrier and grasped the video cam's that they would record the images of the brutal fighting that was
about to begin. The women were alone now and as their eager supporters negotiated their final wagers and voiced
encouragement they moved to the center of the pen and began what they were there to do. Meeting they paused,
face to face and after a long moment pressed together, oblivious of anything other than themselves as the rest
silently appreciated the sight. She felt Starla put her hands around her waist pulling her closer and let her own
climb the other's powerful back as their legs brushed together. They reveled in it, their bodies tingled at the touch,
their thick ridged nipples probing each others breasts as they embraced. Slowly their lips found each other, their
tongues  explored each other's mouth for a last, long lingering kiss  before pushed each other away and raised their
fists for combat.
     Starla moved first, perhaps emboldened by her advantage in size and her familiarity with the surroundings
she moved forward with raised fists forcing Marlene to back into the far corner of the pen. "I guess we get it on
now don't we?" she softly taunted "we've been waiting for it and now it's here. We'll enjoy it won't we?"
     "Oh we'll enjoy it. At least I will". Marlene replied. "I'm going to drive your ugly face into the floor right
after I plant your big ass there". Moving forward she suddenly raised her glove and in a quick backhand swipe
tried to drag it across Starla's face. She really hadn't meant to make contact but the movement put her in position
and when Starla moved back into range she let her right fist dig almost gently into the fullness of the other's
breast.
     It was a preliminary move, not intended to do anything other than acquaint themselves with each other
and Starla responded in kind. Leaning forward to keep her lower body out of range she put her right hand on
Marlene's forehead and raised her left to threaten her breasts.
     "I don't think either of us want this over too soon do we deary?" said Marlene. "No and I'm  beginning to
think this might be more stimulating than I thought" she replied. Moving suddenly and with more aggression
Starla let her right fist bury itself in the side of Marlene's left breast and ducking below her response, drove it
again, up into the  smooth expanse of her unprotected belly. 
     Marlene  crouched crab-like and Starla slipped to the side, moving in a circle looking for an opening. The
rest were forgotten as each concentrated on the destruction of her opponent. Both sensed it would be a long brutal
affair, one of them would have to prevail and each wanted that one to be her.
     Marlene turned,  moving to follow her, keeping her left hand in front of her and her right cocked at her
side.  Starla  kept  moving to her left. She knew that if she could maneuver her  against a wall she might be able to
trap her in  a corner where her movement would be more restricted. Marlene sensed what she had in mind though
and before Starla could cut her off she lunged forward, driving her left fist into the side of her face and tried to slip
away along the wall. All she could manage to do was to spin herself to the left though slapping her right glove
ineffectually into the other's back as she passed. To late she realized it was exactly what Starla had in mind. She
had deliberately drawn her around and as Starla rose from her crouch she hooked her right fist into Marlene's
unprotected face.
     The force of the blow stunned her and drove her back. It had initially connected on her left cheek, tearing
the skin and driving into the side of her nose releasing a stream of blood that quickly covered her mouth and chin
before splashing down to cover her sweat slick heaving breasts. Staggering back she covered up, both hands raised
before her as she waited for Starla to take advantage of the situation. She could taste the blood, her mouth and nose
were full of it and she knew her breathing would be impaired until it cleared. Snorting to blow it clear she opened
her mouth, heaving gasps of air into her lungs as she waited for the attack she knew was coming.
     Starla stepped forward, cautiously flicking her fists in quick succession into Marlene's breasts and face to
force her back against the wall. It was an opportunity to do more damage early in the fight and having drawn first
blood she was determined to press her advantage. If she could crush her nose or close an eye she would have a
much better chance of finishing her at less cost to herself. She also wanted more of it, wanted to taste it and listen
to her squeals of pain as she hurt her. Giving free rein to her fighting lust she let it sweep over her as she drove her
fists and then her body into the woman trapped against the wall before her.
     Marlene had sensed where the other woman's inclinations would take her and met it as best she could.
The blow to her nose had not been as bad as she had feared, it was clear now and as she felt Starla push through
her guard she pulled her in, circling the other's body with her arms and holding her tightly against her as the other
woman's fists dug into her sides and belly. Using her position against the wall to steady herself she lifted her knee,
driving it with as much force as she could into the soft luxurious fur between the other woman's legs. Again she
did it, reveling in the feel of her knee driving up between the heavy, sweaty thighs until she felt Starla's frantic
fingers gouging her back in retaliation. Locked together they struggled against the wall imprisoned in each other's
arms, their bulging breasts pressed together as powerful thighs drove repeatedly into the softness of the other's
crotch. Grunts of pain alternated with cries and curses of frustration as they fought. Both of them were now freely
using their sharpened nails as weapons as they tore the skin of their backs and hips into bleeding furrows.
     Marlene felt better now and she liked and was excited by the smell and feel of the powerful body
struggling against her. Burying her face in the hollow of Starla's neck she tasted it, hugging her close as she
ground her teeth into her neck. In desperation Starla reacted, savaging Marlene's shoulder while grasping her hair
and attempting to pull her mouth away. Both were now screaming in pain and rage and reaching down Marlene
sank the sharpened talons of her fingers  into Starla's breast and in desperation threw her to the center of the pen.
     Suddenly aware of their audience she staggered after her. Not the men, they were mostly silent,
mesmerized by the visual spectacle of the violence, but the women for that what most of them were. This was what
they were there to see and feel and the bloody brutality of the fighting was having it's desired effect. Crowded
against the barrier, their eyes wild with excitement, they screamed encouragement to their chosen champion and
they paused to acknowledge it for a moment before moving to continue. They knew that their natural inclinations
to sadism and masochism had been aroused by their violent physical contact and as their supporters urged them on
they prepared to move together again. Their only conscious thought to get with the other and continue the fight.
     Marlene moved first, raised her fists and she assumed the classic fist fighter's stance as she advanced in a
slow , careful stalking movement after Starla. She felt  exhilarated as she closed with her. This was what she
wanted. The close in fighting always excited her and the taste of the blood from Starla's shoulder only wet her
appetite for more of it. She smiled grimly as she watched the big brunette raise her blood soaked fists and thought
that their relative skill with them would probably determine who would be shedding more of it in the next phase of
the fight.
     She suspected Starla was more comfortable at close quarters too, or even down on the floor where her
heavier weight might be more to her advantage. But for her use of her knees and hands when she had her against
the wall she might have been able to accomplish it too. Recognizing it she realized that her similar inclinations
could lead to serious trouble if she followed them and decided that her best course of action would be to try to stay
on her feet and finish her with her fists. She was good with those, had used them to good advantage before and felt
an exhilaration race through her as she contemplated the thought of driving them into Starla's big body.
     Starla for her part was more cautious too. Marlene was stronger than she had anticipated and seemed to be
as capable. The realization that they were both inclined to the same  levels of violence unnerved her but then too,
she found it exciting. Not that either one of them had been tempted to hold back but now she knew that both of
them would do everything in their power to prolong the punishment of the other. Licking her lips in anticipation
she imitated Marlene's stance and prepared to fight.
     Starla surprised her, moving into range first, pawing at her face while she waited for an opportunity.
Marlene met it by deflecting the searching fist while she angled her body closer to Starla's her left fist waiting at
her side. Suddenly presenting her shoulder to her she blocked her chance to attack and launched one of her own,
slipping her right past Starla's defense and burying it in the other woman's left breast. The feeling of it hitting the
firm flesh felt good but her thoughts of it were short lived as she quickly moved inside the other woman's guard
and drove it into her belly. She was rewarded for her audacity with a clubbing blow to the back of her neck but as it
drove her to the side she smashed her left fist into the side of Starla's right breast.

The result was dramatic, with an agonized scream she clutched her breast and fled to the side of the pen. Marlene,
unaware of how much damage she might have inflicted, stumbled and then frantically staggered to her feet and
realizing her advantage moved across the pen after her.
     Vaguely aware of the pandemonium on the other side of the barrier she moved to force her back against
the wall. Starla's supporters were screaming at her to cover and Marlene's were urging her in to finish her. Moving
quickly to take advantage of the situation she approached the crouching woman only to be met by a fist driven with
a desperate, ruthless  force from the floor to the juncture between her thighs. Paralyzed by the pain she fell
backwards to the floor while Starla, still nursing her breast scrambled along the wall.
     Rolling to her knees, her hand cupping her throbbing mound, Marlene turned to look for her only to see
her approaching with as look of deadly determination in her eyes.  Lurching to her feet barely in time to escape she
moved back on suddenly awkward legs as the other woman prepared to mount a frontal assault.  Sinking weakly
against the wall she let Starla deliver one blow to her breasts and then wrapping her arm around her neck held her
close as she attempted to regain her composure. The shot, launched in desperation, had found it's mark with a
perfect precision and the effects of it swirled through her conscious ability to resist as the other woman pressed
against her. The only course of action now was to hang onto her until she recovered and hope she could deflect
most of the other woman's blows.
     It wasn't long, Starla pushed her away and danced to the center of the pen, her mouth twisted in a furious
rage as she waited for Marlene to join her. Marlene, not eager to re-enter what she knew would be a marginal
situation, moved to the side until she felt strong enough to re- engage the big brunette. It was a movement of close
and shoot, retreat and regroup before doing it all again. She felt better now, her mound while still bloody no longer
throbbed with pain and feeling herself a match for Starla she straightened up and moved into position where her
opponent would be invited to join her.
     The spectators waited in silence now as they waited for them to close. Marlene invited it, dropped her
arms and moved into range as she presented her self as a target to the other woman. She felt confident as she
watched her prepare to attack. She knew she was the other woman's equal and if she could mount an effective
attack of her own the pleasure of victory would be hers. As Starla began to move forward she responded by setting
herself and when she came within range she drove her right fist flush into Starla's face.
     Now it was her turn. The blood from her ruptured nose exploded from her nostrils bathing her face and
breasts in a glistening, red slick sheen. Bellowing in shock she moved back, covering her breasts with her arms
and shaking her head to clear the blood and pain  as Marlene moved forward to crowd her against the barrier. At
first a cuff to the head driving her sideways and then a hook to bring her back. There was little resistance and as
she straightened up Marlene delivered a furious series of rights and left's to her breasts and belly. Her eyes now
slits of savage determination she savored the feel of her fists burying themselves into the other fighter's firm flesh.
Her squeals of pain were a tonic and she savored it as each blow drove a spray of blood and sweat over the
spectators. She had her down now, on one knee crowded into a corner and it reduced her to punching the other
woman's back. It wasn't enough, she knew she would have to get down on her to finish her and leaning forward
she pushed herself across the other's back as they both sank to the floor.

     Both of the males had slipped into the far end of the pen to get better angles with their cam-corders and
the rest of the spectators were frozen as the two women slumped to the floor against the barrier. Slowly tightening
her grip Marlene reached under Starla's body and sank her sharpened fingers into her belly. Grunting with effort
she dug in deeper, clawing into the flesh until she was able to twist her away from the barrier and on to her back
beneath her. Both of them were fighting furiously now, their sweat slick bodies entwined on the floor of the pen as
the spectators silently watched them strike out blindly at each other. Feeling Starla's hand slip across her ass, her
fingers desperately probing for an opening, Marlene pushed her away and as she did so, rolled the woman beneath
her on to her belly. Slipping her left forearm around the other's throat she pulled her head up and thrusting her
knee into the small of her back began to stretch her back into a bow. Both of them were struggling, Starla for the
air that was being denied her and Marlene for the strength to break her back. Feeling her start to slip away she
maneuvered the legs stretched behind apart and twisted Starla's body so that she was partially against the barrier
with her face buried in the blankets. Pausing for a moment to gather her strength she tightened her hold around
the neck and then slowly  began to pull Starla's head back. Muffling her scream of pain and fear beneath her arm
she dug her knee even further into the small of her back and pulled Starla's  upper body away from the barrier
arched in a bow before the spectators. Rocking slowly to the front and then to the back, each movement further
stretching the woman beneath her she waited for the sound of breaking bones. She almost wanted to hear it snap
but before she could muster her strength for it Starla threw her hips upward in a frantic move of desperation and
with a violent twisting motion, tore her head free and rolled across the pen to where the men were crouching.
     Marlene watched them scramble back across the barrier as she climbed heavily to her feet. She knew she
was almost as exhausted as Starla. Both were covered with cuts and abrasions, blood still seeped   from their noses
and mouths and there necks were open wounds where their teeth had worked. She could feel her left eye closing
from an earlier blow and blood from the gash on her forehead was getting into Starla's eyes. She didn't know how
long they had been fighting but knew it couldn't go much longer.
     Their supporters knew it too and as they moved to the center of the pen they voiced their encouragement
for their chosen champion to end it. Trembling with effort and frantically gasping for breath they prepared to do it.
Again they assumed the classic stance, slightly sideways with their fists raised before them as they moved their
exhausted bodies slowly closer and waited for an opening.
     Starla made the first move. Knowing that Marlene wouldn't expect it she feinted with her right and as she
moved to block it with her arm, hooked her left fist into her mouth. It mashed her swollen lips, splitting the skin
and sending a fresh torrent of blood to cover her heaving breasts. She followed up with a heavy punch to the belly
and as Marlene crouched over another one to the side of her head. Marlene lashed out, letting her left punch
forward at Starla's head and then throwing herself blindly to follow it. Once inside the other's guard she threw
caution away, her fists powering through the other's defenses and punching into her body at will. Her only thought
was to destroy her, smash her with her fists she had her trapped against the wall and then do it some more. She felt
stronger now, could feel the power of her arms deliver the blows that powered into the other's body and the feeling
strengthened her even further.

     The spectators erupted with an excited  cry of encouragement as they closed, their fists sending more
sprays of sweat and blood over the barrier. Marlene had driven Starla back against it now, her back arched over the
top as her fists buried into her body at will. Straightening up she threw  her shoulders back and deliberately
delivered each punch into Starla's prostrate body. She felt the power surge through her each time her fist connected
with the battered flesh before it. Lifting her knee she drove it repeatedly into her crotch as she clubbed the bleeding
face from side to side with the back of her hand. Sensing Starla's legs begin to buckle she crowded against her,
holding her upright with her body as she pressed her against the barrier. Letting her eyes sweep those of the crowd
she waited for their judgment as she prepared to administer the coup de gre.
     Acknowledging it she positioned herself directly in front of Starla and set herself for the hitting that was
to follow. The other woman was defenseless now but still conscious and moving in closer Marlene coaxed her legs
apart with her knee. Moving back she crouched and then, the sense of the kill sweeping over her, drove her fist up
between the wide spread thighs and into the other woman's cunt. It was a paralyzing blow and as Starla's scream
filled the room she did it again. Straightening up she tried to focus on the faces on the other side of the barrier as
she almost gently held Starla upright against the barrier. She was trembling with exhaustion but she knew what
was demanded of her and taking her hand from Starla's body she stepped back and prepared to do it.
     Starla, her head down and arms draped loosely behind the barrier leaving her body hanging heavily
against it. The spectators were silent as they waited for her to finish it and leaning forward she drove her fist into
the now flaccid flesh of her opponent. Again, not so hard as to end it but still digging deeply into the viscera of her
body directly above the line of her blood soaked panties. It was followed by a left to the breast and then moving in
closer a series of short punches that traveled from her crotch to her face. None of them would do it nor were they
intended too. They were however a visual preliminary of what was to follow and as the spectators cried out for her
to do it she moved in to provide it. She felt better now and as her strength returned the tempo and power of her
fisting increased. Driven to a frenzy by their cries she attacked the body sagging against the barrier before her. One
fist followed the other as she luxuriated in the feeling of power that followed each hitting contact with the body.
She knew she had won, could finish her here, perhaps kill her with the power of her fists, but suddenly seeing
Harry's stricken face she smiled an acknowledgment and prepared to finish it. Digging her left fist into Starla's
belly she let her start to fall forward and then in one last tremendous effort smashed her right into her face. The
force of the blow lifted the other woman from the floor, she rolled unconsciously along the barrier and then
slumped to the floor. Standing above her she acknowledged wild acclaim of adoring the crowd and then turning,
moved to join Gina as they made their way from the room. That part of it was over, Tony would follow after he had
collected what was due but for now the two of them would escape to a private place and relive her victory and
repair the damage.