Rhonda's fights lead to the Plan and another glorious fighting weekend
By Dale Kelso
Rhonda's fighting adventures continue
 
Rhonda was on cloud nine.  She was in the Cayman Islands of all places,
staying at an amazing house, and getting ready for a weekend of
wrestling.  What good possibly be better??!!
Rhonda had won two straight NUWA (National Underground Wrestling
Association) tournaments.  Both times she had beaten the #1 and #2
wrestlers in the world.  In the first, as a rookie in her first national
tournament she took apart Stephanie, then ranked #1 in the world in the
semis, breaking her nose as part of a thorough beating.  Then in the
finals, she outlasted Candi in a absolute classic that lasted over 25
minutes.  Many observers felt it was the best match they had ever seen. 
Fabulous wrestling with a raw sense of sensual energy that had the crowd
roaring throughout.  Rhonda and Candi had thrilled the crowd with the
intensity of the match that went back and forth while the two gorgeous
amazons tore into each other with unbridled ferocity while bearing their
magnificent D-cup racks.  Rhonda prevailed at the end with a
bone-crushing body scissors.
In her second tournament Rhonda was simply dominant.  She won her first
four matches in under seven minutes total.  In the semis, Stephanie tried
to one up Rhonda by taking off her top first, taunting the busty amazon
to have to follow suit, something Rhonda hated doing.  But the match was
all Rhonda as she gave Stephanie one of the worst beatings a top wrestler
had ever recieved, taking apart the once top dog.  As Stephanie lay on
the mat in a daze as her body had been destroyed part by part by the
gorgeous wrestler, Rhonda finally pinned Stephanie by bringing her
gorgeous breasts in contact with Stephanie's face which was flat on the
mat.  Stephanie, one of the few married NUWA wrestlers and one of the
most hetero of the NUWA fighters, was forced to suck Rhonda's orbs to
avoid even further pain, leaving her humiliated as well as trashed. 
Rhonda's trademark orgasm as she pinned her beaten (to put it mildly)
adversary was a further crippling blow to Stephanie's pride.
In the finals, Rhonda ripped into Candi from the opening bell, nearly
tearing her right arm out of the socket and pulverizing her right leg. 
Subjected to a bow and arrow hold that forced ear-piercing screams, Candi
submitted in under 7 minutes, the shortest NUWA final in memory.  Again,
the two amazons had thrilled the crowd their chest-bearing attire.  Whle
the one-sided destruction lacked the intensity of the first match, the
second final showed how truly dominant Rhonda had become as she
completely dominated the #1 ranked  woman wrestler in the world.  Another
fabulous orgasm ripped through Rhonda when Candi begged for mercy,
sending the crowd into its own frenzy.
Many expected Stephanie to retire.  Long a top wrestler, she had not once
been able to get a controlling hold on the new top girl -- not in either
of their two matches.  Each match served as showcase for the beautiful
and powerful Rhonda.  Despite her willingness to fight topless in the
tournament finals and to go nipple to nipple with Rhonda in Rhonda's
second tournament, Stephanie was viewed by most as being out of her
element with the new top girls such as Rhonda and Candi, and even the #3
Julie.  Stephanie was certainly pretty but not nearly as sexy, and now
she was clearly a step slow and a bit too small and weak (even at a
chisled 170 lbs).
Rhonda and Candi had become lovers as well as opponents at the conclusion
of  the first tournament.  They had planned a romantic two-week vacation
in SF and Napa at the conclusion of the second tournament, with -- as a
side bet -- the woman who lost the tournament paying the freight.  The
plan was to f-ck each other's brains out for a few days, then combine
love-making with the fight training they each loved so much.  But Candi's
injuries precluded that.  Candi could pleasure and be pleasured in turn
by Rhonda, but she could not train for a while. Her bruises needed more
time to heal.
But what had been Rhonda's great regret turned into a wonderful plan.
After several days of nearly non-stop workouts in bed, Rhonda needed
a fighting release. For over a year, she had not failed to train for more
than one day.  Here four days passed.  She needed to lift, to work on her
cardio, and most of all to fight. 
So Rhonda called aroound and found the toughest fight gym in suburban
SF.  Leaving Candi at the resort, she went to find a fight.  Like many
gyms she was originally ignored by the best fighters -- for being a
girl. 
Angry and frustrated, she took a break during the open mat session to
replace her over-worked sports bra that contained her magnificent globes
under her gi with a red bikini top that barely contained her assets. 
Shedding her gi top as she walked back to the mats, her nipples exploded
to their full 3/4 inch length and clearly protruded under her bikini
top.  She went over to the guy who clearly acted as top dog in the class
and asked him to roll.  When he repeatedly ignored her, she slapped him
hard across the face, forcing him a step back.  The dojo became deathly
silent as the sound of the slap echoed off the walls.  When he continued
to ignore her, Rhonda purred, "Scared I'd kick your sorry ass?  Thousand
bucks says I can take you."  The stud turned red but continued to say
nothing. Rhonda smiled, and asked again.  Getting ignored simply
infuriated her, so she unloaded an uppercut that exploded on his jaw,
dropping him to his knees.  "Damn Lezzie," he muttered.  Before he could
move or say anything further, Rhonda's knee made contact with his
forehead, sending him crumpling to the mat.  Before he could move, she
announced, "See you here Sunday at noon.  Bring your grand, that I'll
happily take.  Or we'll all know your a chicken shit."  And turning to
the rest of dojo, she said, "If any of you also want to take me on after
I destroy him, come too."  Finally, glaring at a tall female body builder
sporting a KO tatoo who had been noticeably unfriendly, Rhonda said, "And
you, I'll gladly take you apart for free." Bending down, she picked up
her gi top, giving everyone present a thrilling sight of her barely
contained tits.  She walked out knowing that Sunday would bring at least
one fight. 
Sunday came quickly.  Rhonda and Candi drove to the dojo not knowing what
to expect.  Arriving 20 minutes early, the 2 beauties walked up just as
the owner did.  Rhonda apologized for the scene she had caused, offered
him $500 for the rent of the dojo that afternoon and convinced him she
knew what she was doing and could take care of herself.  She quickly
changed into a tiny red bikini -- her favorite color -- that barely
contained her femine assets, put on a coverup and entered the ring to
wait for her opponent, who she learned was named Joe.
Joe arrived soon enough accompanied by 5 guys and 2 women, one sporting
the KO tat. Joe stormed in, spoke briefly with the owner, handed him an
envelope (containing his grand, she assumed) and climbed into the ring. 
The owner quickly followed, announcing he would referee and that he
wanted a clean fight. 
Rhonda waited patiently while Joe took off his t-shirt.  Nice body, she
thought, 210 or so pounds of male muscle; too bad it's on an arrogant
jerk.  Only then did she take off her coverup, revealling her 188 lb
frame of scultped muscle.  Joe was clearly shocked by her physique.  She
then "adjusted" her top, making sure both aerola and one nipple were
showing.  As Joe stared, Rhonda advanced.  "Better look at my muscles,
not my boobs," she cooed, "or you'll be looking at my ass planted on your
ugly mug.".   Even Candi, who had seen those nipples up close and
personal, in two their titanic fights and countless times in bed, was
impressed -- Rhonda's nips were fully extended, rock hard and nearly an
inch long, clearly showing how excited Rhonda was  at her upcoming
battle.
The amazon slowly readjusted her top covering her nips, blew a kiss to
Candi, and stared for a minute at Joe.  "Ready to suffer?" she intoned. 
Without waiting for an answer, Rhonda stormed  out of her corner, meeting
Joe only steps out of his.  The amazon launched a kick that connected
with Joe's ribs, driving him a step back.  Rhonda just kept advancing. 
Another kick caught Joe on the right thigh.  Another landed on his jaw,
forcing back into the ropes.  Three kicks, three solid blows.  Seconds
into the fight and she was in control.  Her thong started feel the juices
flowing within her.
Rhonda closed the distance and launched a series of knees into Joe's
abs.  The first few his six-pack abs absorbed. The next few dug deeper
and deeper into his guts.  Blows 6 - 8, elicited moans from the now
suffering big man.  By the ninth wicked blow, he started to sag.  "Who's
counting" Rhonda asked smiling as knees 9, 10 and 11 ripped cries out of
her opponent.  Rhonda stepped back 2 steps, smiled, and launched a kick
that caught Joe in temple, sending him falling into ropes backwards.
Rhonda did not hesitate and sent three elbows flying downwards onto his
right shoulder.  As he flopped onto the canvas, Rhonda followed him down
and trapped his now hurting right arm in an excruciating arm bar.  As his
arm and elbow were bent at an unnatural angle, Rhonda held his wrist
inches above her massive mammaries while Joe screamed in pain.  "I
thought you'd enjoyed having your arm here,"  Rhonda cooed.  Joe, showing
his skill as a fighter and using his great strength, fought the arm bar,
while his arm burned in agony.  Rolling sideways, he almost broke free. 
But Rhonda quickly shifted her legs and caught him in a head scissors. 
His face was now engulfed in her massive thighs, inches from her love
box.  Down to the mat he crashed, another scream leaving his mouth. 
Rhonda's crotch was now soaking wet, the excitement of dominating this
man stimulating her sexually.  Candi smiled as she saw the reaction so
clearly visible on Rhonda's face. 
Rhonda toyed with Joe, tightening the scissors then loosening them.  When
loose, she asked for his submission, which he refused to give thinking he
was about to escape, only for her to tighten her  legs again.  After
about 2 minutes Joe's struggles started to lessen and Rhonda was on the
verge of exploding. She rose on her elbows and tightened the scissors. 
Joe bucked, tried to bridge, slapped and clawed at her pain-inducing
thighs, all to no avail.  A final cry of agony left Joe's lips before he
tapped frantically on her massive tighs, signalling the end to his brutal
desctruction.
Rhonda shuttered in orgasmic delight.  Rolls of ecstacy coursed through
her body.  She loved the feeling of winning, of dominating.  She then sat
up, placing her soaking wet crotch squarely on Joe's face.  Waves of
pleasure continued as she roughly abused his face.  She took each nipple
in turn out of her bra and pinched them, further enhancing her ecstacy
and driving the few spectators, regardless of gender, to the edge. 
The owner, now sporting a massive wet spot in his crotch, unmistakable
evidence of his enjoyment of the events, came over and raised Rhonda's
arm in a sign of victory, "The winner in 3:22 is Rhonda."  He smiled and
said sheepishly, "You enjoyed your victory for longer than you fought, so
it's time to end it."  Rhonda rose, looked down at her beaten foe, and
dropped her bra right on his face.  She then ground her foot on top,
mashing his face, her juices and her bra together.
"Want to go double or nothing on 2 out 3 falls.  I'm just a little girl
and you're big strong MMA fighter," she asked.  Joe twice stumbled and
fell as he tried to get up, evidence of the beting she had inflicted.  He
rolled silently out of the ring, barely able to stand let alone walk. 
Clearly, he wanted no more of her.
"Anybody else want part of me?" she asked.  she cooed. 
Silence.  Finally one guy said, "I'm game. You ambushed Joe.  Let's go at
it."
Rhonda smiled in delight.  She had noticed this guy when he came in.  He
was so handsome.  And given his obvious affection for the guy next to
him, a blade.  Heck this was SF after all.  She could not wait to get her
hand on and destroy this guy. 
After arrangements were made and he handed his envelope, Rhonda went to
change into an outfit that was not soiled by her juices.  She knew just
what she would wear, a number that went all the way to her neck and had
only a tiny cloth through her private parts front and back -- in fact she
seemed to be wearing nothing in the back as the thin fabric got lost in
her glutes.
While changing, she also determined her strategy for this fight.  She
would adopt a completely different approach -- be conservative and
counter attack.
For a full five minutes, Rhonda played defense. She retreated,
she avoided punches, he blocked kicks, she sprawled to avoid
takedowns.  Then as Bruce attacked once more, she stood her ground,
engaged and tied up.  She swiftly secured a headlock.  Down to the mat
they crashed with Rhonda still on top, still grinding her headlock. 
Though bruised, Bruce managed to roll Rhonda to her back. 
Rhonda shifted, turned the headlock into a nelson and secured a body
scissors.  She Bruce pulled his neck and shoulders up and her thighs
turned his stocmach to mush.  Bruce tried to roll, to twist, anything to
escape.  He even sent his head crashing into her chest.  Pissed, Rhonda
tighted the holds.  Her muscles seemed to explode from her arms and
thighs.  Though she could not she it, Bruce's face showed the agony she
was was inflicting.  Rhonda could feel Bruce start sagging under the
pressure and the wetness in her crotch increase.
Showing surprising quickness for a person of her size and musculature,
she shifted on her back and achieved full mount.  Grabbing his right arm,
she secured an ompala.  Bruce bucked and twisted all to no avail.  In
fact, he just shifted the amazon further up his chest so her crotch --
contained by the thinnest of material  -- was inches from his face. 
Fearing for his right arm, he tapped her massive thigh with his left,
signalling his capitulation.  Remembering his dirty head butss, she only
slowly released her beaten adversary. 
As she was about to rise up, she felt her suit being moved ever so
slightly away.  Before she knew it, she felt his tongue enter her.  "What
the heck," she thought, "I thought he was gay."  Any further thoughts on
this topic fled her mind as he expertly serviced her.  Within seconds,
she was climaxing.  On his tongue workd and on she came.  Reaching back,
she ripped down his shorts and jock, freeing his member.  Without her
even touching him, he exploded, shooting his seed over his chest.  But on
his tongue worked.  An on and on she came. This guy clearly had the most
amazing tongue. 
When she finally subsided, he finally took notice of the commotion
ring-side.  Candi had Bruce's friend tied up in a standing full nelson as
Bruce's boy lover clearly did not appreciate Bruce's changed affections. 
He clearly was not going anywhere now that Candi had him wrapped up in
ber enormous arms. 
Adjusting her suit to cover her womanhood, Rhonda asked, "Who's next." 
Silence greeted her.  "Joe, baby," she cooed, "want a rematch."  Silence
ensued as her stared at his shoes.
"What about you, KO," she asked the tatooed lady.  "you're a big girl." 
More silence.
Rhonda simply flexed as the crowd shuffled out.  What a great day, she
thought, two good fights, two devastating wins, and two fantastic orgams.
Turning to the owner, she noticed his wet spot. Rhonda asked him for a
lesson as she had already paid for the gym for the afternoon.  "Two
fights and you want more?" he asked unbelievingly.  Pointing to his
crotch -- wet and with a clear erection showing he was still game -- she
cooed, "You complaining??"  That sealed it. 
Given their wetness, each changed, Rhonda putting on a conservative -- at
least for Rhonda -- royal blue number.  Kurt was in shorts.  For 60
minutes, he gave her a a fabulous lesson, teaching her a few MMA
techniques that she had not seen before, leaving them both sweat-soaked. 
As he was about to leave the ring, Rhonda smiled and asked, "How about we
go three falls?" Concerned about fighting a "student" but mesmerized by
her radiant smile and not wanting to seem "chicken", Kurt agreed. 
Fall 1 was a classic.  Back and forth they went, exchanging hold but
never seeming to be able to hurt the other.  Despite giving away 18
pounds to her male opponent, Rhonda held her own.  Candi was mesmerized
as muscle strained against muslce.  His technical prowess finally started
to take a toll.  Although she broke hold after hold, Kurt was gaining
control.  She was forced to absorb kicks and other attacks to her
abdomen.  She had to fight off arm bars.  Finally Kurt achieved side
control and grabbed her arm.  Slowly, slowly he put it in an unnatural
position.  Groan after  groan left her lips as pain shot through her
right arm and elbow.  These were the first cries of pain forced out of
her since her first final against Candi, more than four months
previously.  Then a shriek.  Still Rhonda fought.  In doing so, her
massive right mammary escaped its confines, nips exploding outwards when
exposed to the air. 
Hearing her cries and seeing her topless tit, Kurt released the hold. 
Rhonda thinking she had escaped, rolled away and was surprised Kurt did
not pounce.  Realizing he had relased her, she explosed, "What the f-ck. 
I didn't tap."  As Joe started to point to her boob and talk about her
arm, Rhonda yelled, "I didn't tap.  I don't care about these puppies
being naked.  Don't you ever give up a hold or I'll rip you c-ck off and
feed it to you.  Now let's finish this fight you big pussy."
Tucking her orb back in, enraged by anger, she savagely attacked Kurt. 
The tide had turned.  She forced him back into the ropes, puched his
gut, suplexed him, punched him again, lifted his 205 pound frame up and
dropped him to the mat. A jaw crunching headlock ended fall 1.  Anger
prevented an orgasm. 
As they toweled off, they stared at each other, not sure what to say. 
Smiling and wanting to cut the tension Rhonda said, "Wow. Great fight.
You had me there.  I haven't lost even in practice in a long time and I
thought you had me."  Kurt in turn complimented her profusely on the
fall, and could not stop raving about her stregth, toughness and stamina.
Fall 2 started as a pure display of power.  Candi loved the muschle show
as each fighter strained to the utmost, backs, glutes, hammies, calves,
all were on full display.  Sweat poured from their bodies as they each
tried unsuccessfully to gain an advantage.  As they tied up in yet
another lockup at the 12 minute mark, Kurt snuck a peak at Rhonda's
bountiful cleavage.  Big mistake.  He was soon flat on his back with the
amazon in firm control.  Fighting off an arm bar and various other
attacks, Kurt was clearly on the defensive.  After he escaped an arm bar,
Rhonda quickly spun and covered him with a cross body pin.  Pulling one
arm in both of hers and stretching the other between her legs, she was
finally in position to inflict damage and pain.  Kurt was in agony from
both shoulders and both elbows.  He could not bridge with her nearly 190
lbs squarely on his shoulders.  She pulled him in opposite directions
without mercy. 
As Kurt fought the hold, he was able to relieve some of the pressure. 
Rhonda, sensing a potential escape, let go of his arm and grabbed his
head in a brutal headlock.  As she did so, Kurt's face rubbed against her
right breast, removing her thin bra.  Kurt had a fabulous view of her
D-cup breast and exploding nipple, but he was in no position to enjoy
it.  His leg was still trapped and his head was being twisted
mercilessly.  Rhonda just poured on the pressure.  As his jaw felt about
ready to shatter into pieces, making no progress in escaping, Kurt tapped
Rhonda on the back, submitting to his tomentress. 
Rhonda released the hold.  As she started to get up, Rhonda realized for
the first time that her boob was exposed.  Smiling, she playfully rubbed
her full mound across Kurt's face.  Her nipple poked his eye, nose, cheek
and lips.  Kurt desparately want to suck it but afraid of her reaction if
he did, he endured the humiliation.
Fall 3 start off the same way.  Muscles strained, sweat poured.  Candi
stared in amazement, fascination, and lust.  At the 10 minute mark, as
they tied up, Rhonda exploded.  Driving into Kurt, she forced him into
the ropes.  Three knees deep into his gut this late in the fight
staggered the big man.  Rhonda reached down and simply picked him up. 
All 205 pounds.  What a sight she made as he lifted him to her shoulders
and slammed him down, his shoulders crashing on the mat.  Rhonda
smiled broadly as she surveyed the damage she had caused on her
opponent.  She took a few seconds to adjust her top before going to work
to finish him off.
But Kurt had been in his share of brawls and was hurt but not yet done. 
He pivoted on his back and captured the amazon;'s right legt in his two.
Down to the mat she crashed. Kurt slapped on a knee bar and pulled for
all he was worth.  Rhonda fought it and fought it.  Twisting,
turning, trying to grab any part of him.  Kurt kept working the
hold, remembering her admonition for fall #1 and fighting to salvage some
pride.  Her face contorted in pain.  Finally, fearing for the structural
integrity of her knee, Rhonda finally tapped. 
After a short break, they got ready for fall 4.  Rhonda looked at Joe and
said, "I thought I had you.  Great fall.  As I said, that is the first
fall I've lost in quite a while.  I think you deserve a treat."  With
that she winked, and slowly reached behind her neck and removed her
top.  Kurt stared in amazement and those gorgeous orbs.  As his pole shot
to full attention, Rhonda smiled, squeezed her melons toagether, and
said, "Glad you like it.  But like I told that POS Joe, better pay
attention.  Staring at these girls already got you in trouble once."
Candi was loving it.  She liked nothing more than seeing her lover fight
and sweat.  And a treat to see her in a real brawl, not just dominating. 
Candi was loving the action, the muscles, and the contest.
Kurt flew out of his corner, knowing how easily the simplest distraction
could land him in trouble.  Rhonda expected him to go low for the leg he
had attacked so sucessfully the last fall.  He surprised her by going
high, locking her up and taking her to the ground.  Kurt kept fighting
for an arm lock, which Rhonda kept successfully resisting.  But in doing
so she left her stomach open, which Kurt toook full advantage of, raining
a series of elbows into her six pack abs.  He was in control but even his
thunderous elbow strikes seemed to bounce of her seemingly steel plated
abs.  Kurt kept up the attack -- going for an arm but continually
attacking her stomach.  Finally his blows started to sink in -- and
Rhonda's face showed the agony she was in.  Trying to use her legs to
block further blows, Rhonda suddenly found her left leg bent all the way
back, her toes only inches from her ear.  Her entire leg felt like it was
on fire.  But Kurt held the limb in that position and Rhonda had no
leverage to move.  Her hamstring felt ready to pop.  She bucked.  She
screamed in pain. BUt Kurt would not be budged.  A solid but not full
force blow to her hammy had Rhonda in agony she had never before
felt.  She immediately tapped.
She lay on the ground, her bountiful chest rising and falling as she
grasped for air and tried to massage her leg. 
Slowly she stood and tried to stretch out her leg, giving Kurt and Candi
both stunning views of her legs and barely clothed croth.  Both loved the
sight as she leaned over, stretching her leg muscles and showing off her
magnificent boobs. 
Only briefly did she consider not fighting fall 5.  That would not have
been fair either to Kurt or to herself. 
Finally, she straightened out and only slightly limping came out to lock
up.  She expected Kurt to attack her battered legs and he did.  She met
his takedown attempt with a right knee to the temple.  Kurt sagged. 
Rhonda attacked.  Her legs might be damaged but her massive arms could
still inflict untold pain and agony.  And they did.  Pouncing on the
downed Kurt she kept him on his stomach and rained elbows and fists onto
his shoulders and back.  Elbow and elbow tenerized his left shoulder. 
Fighting to get get to his stomach and his destroyer into his guard, Kurt
was surprised to find himself trapped in a grapevine/smother.  Powering
from her thighs, sh was able to twist his legs outward
unmercifully.  Agony prevented any enjoyment of her near naked crotch
over his.  Similarly, his fight for air precluded any enjoyment the most
magnificent orbs to ever come in contact with his face.  Kurt tried to
bridge but every attempt ended up with his legs twisted even furter apart
and his knees buring even more.  Nor could he roll out.  And her
magnificent double DDs made breathing very difficult. 
He fought on bravely.  But short of pulling her auburn locks, something
he would never do, his hands could find nothing to grasp and he could not
buck the amazon off.  Finally, fearing for his consciousness and his legs
he tapped her broad back.
Rhonda exploed in an earth-shattering orgasm.  She had beaten a world
class instructor; what a fight!  but she had ultimately prevailed.  She
had been in an absolute was and had prevailed.  She was now enjoying the
feel of his great body below hers.  Wave after wave rolled over her. 
Only as her orgams began to subside, did she feel her right nipple being
sucked on by the beaten male.  Then her right ear was being force fed a
tongue.  Rhonda was momentarily confused until she realized that Candi
had stripped off her clothes and joined them.  What a 3-some they made. 
Countless orgasms later, Rhonda and Candi entered their rental car.  And
on the drive back to the resort they formulated the marvelous plan that
led to Rhonda getting ready for a wonderful fighting weekend in the Grand
Cayman.