Rhonda and Candi Launch the Plan -- And an Unexpected Opponent for Our Woman Champion
 
By Dale Kelso dalekelso@hotmail.com

Rhonda took a
deep breadth.  She was about to enter the cocktail party.  Normally she
hated these events but tolerated them because the fans loved meeting the
wrestlers in a more casual intimate setting.  But this time she was
actually intrigued.
The Plan was about to commence.  After Rhonda had fought and defeated
three tough males in one glorious afternoon in SF, Rhonda and Candi had
come up with the Plan.  Two top women and two top notch men would fight
in a two day round robin. Three fully competitive fights for each
fighter.  Winner would get $50K, second would get $20K, third would get
$10K, forth would get zip.  Enough to fully incent everyone. 
And Candi was going into semi-retirement as the producer. 
Several weeks later, Candi called Rhonda, gushing with excitement. 
Sponsors lined up: check -- with enough for a very healthy profit for
Candi; locale: check -- the Caymans; male competition: check -- two tough
fighters with great bodies; and female opponent: check -- a top talent
with a wonderful set of boobs waiting to get her shot at Rhonda.
Over the next 8 weeks, Rhonda learned very little more.  The men were
experienced wrestlers with bjj experience, 22 and 29 y.o., respectively. 
Candi had rolled with each and attested to their skills and willingness
to go toe to toe with skilled women.  The woman had an amazing body with
great tits.  No name.  No stats.  No record.  No indication if Rhonda had
fought her previously or not.  Just that it wasn't Candi. 
Rhonda wanted to meet her opponents. She could not wait. She adjusted her
dress one last time.  She playfully called it her "muscle-f-ck dress." 
Bright red, her favorite color, It stopped barely below her thong --
showing off her long, muscled thighs and legs.  It fully covered her DD's
-- though her nipples often protruded quite noticeably through the thin
material -- but her upper chest and arms were fully bared, more
magnificent muscles fully exposed.  And in the back, the material stopped
inches above her tush, leaving her massive back without a stitch of
covering; as the strap came up under her shoulder length hair, her back
was completely unobstructed.  What a sight!  More than one guy had shot
his load staring at this delicious little number, hence her private
nickname for her favorite red dress.
As the number 1 attraction, Rhonda slid in silently and suitably late. 
The crowd had already gathered.  Rhonda noticed four distinct circles so
she had a minute to observe before anyone noticed her. 
On the right stood a drop dead gorgeous hunk, standing 6'2, 195, her
trained eye estimated.   She quickly guessed that he was the 22 year old
fighter.  She knew immediately her strategy for fighting him -- go low at
his legs, destroy his legs, then turn his abs into to mush, then simply
hurt him however she felt like until he cried out a sumbission.  She
smiled at the thought of turning this Adonis into a pain-racked boy.  She
felt herself start to get wet at the thought of dominating this gorgeous
fighter, of making him helpless and subduing him. She would not pin him,
she would dominate and inflict pain until he cried out his submission.
Just to the left, a small circle had gathered around Candi. 
Candi clearly was trying to downplay her role to let the fighters get the
spotlight and was dressed in a bulky sweater.  But Rhonda clearly could
make out the outlines of Candi's delicious rack, which filled out a D cup
so sweetly and had provided Rhonda so much pleasure in the past.  Rhonda
was a bit startled to recognize Kurt, the mma instructer in the circle. 
Her surprise heightened when she noticed a tall FBB with a "KO" tatoo;
she recognized her as the chicken who would not fight her that memorable
Sunday but had shown up later in the week to watch her roll with Kurt.
Curious about Candi's little entourage but wanting to take in the whole
scene before she was mobbed by her fans, Rhonda turned and saw a  moose
dominating the next group.  Only 5'8 but a solid 215.  Shirt tight across
his chest showing off his set of muscles -- she was impressed.  Clearly
strong, he would be hard to take down.  Probably the rare opponent who
was considerably stronger than she was.  But, she speculated that he
probably relied on that facet of his game too much and not enough on
technical wrestling.  She relished the thought of rolling with him and
working over his limbs, each in turn, making each limb an instrument of
pain and destroying his ability to get to her.  Would he endure the
tortue silently, moan or scream?  She took him for a screamer and that
intensified her excitement.  Her thong was starting to get truly soaked.
Then Rhonda caught a glance at the woman at the center of the last group
in a backless white cocktail dress.  What a back!!! Who was she, thought
Rhonda?  Only Candi has such wonderful physique -- muscular yet
feminine.  Backs were Rhonda's favorite body part. What
definition! Rhonda's knees almost buckled.  Who was this beauty??  Rhonda
almost forgot she would be fighting this amazon, she was so filled with
pure lust.  Then she remembered Candi's description of her, which focused
more on her boobs.  Rhonda was entranced by the back and fascinated by
the breasts she could not yet see.  Clearly this was her female opponent
to be.  But who was she???
"Showtime" figured Rhonda.  Time to steal the show and start the
intimidation.  She knew that her beautiful face and physique would
dominate the room; not to  mention her #1 ranking; and not even
mentioning her domination of opponents, or her crowd-pleasing behaviour
of skimpy or non-existent outfits.  Toward the beauty she walked.  Her
entrance was soon noticed and heads started to turn.  Rhonda reveled in
the attention.  But the woman refused to turn.  Rhonda stopped a few feet
away, greeting her fans.  She knew she looked wonderful in her
muscle-f-ck outfit and she felt her nipples get hard against her dress.
She didn't need a mirror to know how far her nips protruded.  She
felt more and more eyes turn to her.  And she knew all were focused on
her rack and her almost inch long nipples which obviously were clearly
showing.  She loved the attention!
Even the man to whom this woman was talking was staring at Rhonda's
chest.  But the womean would not turn around.
Rhonda blew him a kiss, and he blushed.  Still no movement from the lady
with the great back. 
Perplexed, intrigued and yes partly pissed off, Rhonda reached around and
gave the lady a hug from the behind, pressing her bountiful boobs into
the woman's wonderful bare back.  "Hi, I'm Rhonda," she cooed into the
lady's ear.  "I know" came the sultry response.  Before she could
identify the voice, the head turned and Rhonda felt a tongue enter her
slightly open mouth.  Too close to see the face, Rhonda was shocked and
lustful.  A bite on her tongue, then the woman moved back for Rhonda
to see her.  Rhonda was in shock.  "Stephanie!" she blurted. 
Rhonda was at a loss for words.  She had totally destroyed this woman
twice.  In fact, she had humiliated her twice.  Last time she had seen
Stephanie was when Rhonda had beaten Stephanie to a pulp and pinned her
by pressing her tits into Stephanie's face while doing pushups over
Stephanie's prone body.  What a pin -- nothing else touching but her tits
in the woman's face.  Most thought Stephanie would retire after those two
beatings.  And here she was, flirtatious, sexy, and ready for a third
destruction?
Stephanie came back close to the shocked champ, hugged her and groped
Rhonda's ass, "Let's give the crowd our attention.  I'll meet you at the
pool 15 minutes after this dreary session ends.  But they are paying for
us to fight, so we owe them something."
Rhonda played the role to the hilt, talking to the fans and being
gracious with them all.  But all the while, she kept thinking how sexy
Stephanie looked and how great it would be to beat her to a pulp yet
again. 
Finally the party ended.  Rhonda quickly went to her room and changed
into one of her favorite bikinis, a red thong that hid only the most
vital parts. She went quickly to the pool and found Stephanie already in
the pool.  When Stephanie saw the champ, she gracefully exited the pool. 
Rhonda LIKED what she saw: Stephanie was wearing an even skimpier bikini
than she was - and that was saying something! -- and it was white.  As it
was soaking wet, it hid none of Stephanie's assets: her small upturned
nips, her nice aereola and her shaven groin. 
After a quick hug that got Rhonda quite excited, Stephanie led them both
over to a small table and started telling her tale:
"After the last tournament, I knew I had two choices, retire or get with
the program.  I debated it for two days.  I kept watching the videos of
our fihgts.  I gotta tell you, I cried so much watching what you did to
me, especially in the second fight.  You dominated me, you kicked my ass,
and you humiliated me.  You were in complete control start to finish. 
Never before had that happened to me -- and here you did it twice in a
row.  And how pinned me.  Yikes -- I hated you so totally. 
"Then I watched more of your fights.  At first I continued to hate
you.  I thought you were arrogant and a slut who was destroying the
sport, a stripper and whore.  Then I gradually got to admire your skill
-- both as a fighter and a showperson. Even when I was on top, I did not
command the attetion you got.  And the guys loved you.  And you beat the
snot out of all of us fair and square.  You were a far better wrestler
than any of us.  None of us were in your league.  You beat all of us in
so many different ways.  I started calling you B4: Bulging muscles,
beauty, brains, boobs. An unbeatable combination," Stephanie laughed.
"Then I figured I would give it one more shot.  I knew I had to get
bigger and strong, become a better fighter and just as importantly get
more comfortable fighting in less.  I found a new trainer -- this woman
who was a former pro BB -- who had her own facility.  I worked out with
her for a full week, showed her my dedication and got to like her.  Then
I told her I wanted to work out but only if I could lift either topless
or nude.  It shocked her and at first she wanted to end our training. 
But when I told her why, she finally agreed. Every morning like clockwork
I was there at  6 am.  She worked me so hard, I often felt like crying. 
But I kept my goal in mind: YOU.  I gained 7 pounds in 6 weeks." 
Stephanie flexed for Rhonda.  "Like the results??"
Rhonda tried to fondle the bulging bicep, but Stephanie firmly moved
Rhonada's arm away while smiling broadly.  "All in good time, all in good
time.  First we have a few things to settle on the mats."
Stephanie continued her tale.  "I found a bjj  dojo run by this great
fighter.  I told him I wanted to be there for classes 6 days a week and
have 6 private lessons a week in which we went hard.  I kept shocking
him.  First that a girl wanted to fight.  Next that I could keep going
after he worked me over.  Next that I showed up every time on time. The
first week he kicked my ass every time.  Not quite the beatings you gave
me," Stephanie smiled ruefully, "but they went on longer as we rolled for
a minimum of 60 minutes.  Finally, I remember clearly, on night 5, I
finally got him to tap.  What a rush that was.  I started getting a fall
or two a session but still was getting beat routinely but I was
improving.  The next week, I started showing up for our privates in a
bikini.  One night, after I had held my own the night before, I walked
onto the mat topless.  At first he was speechless.  Then he yelled at
me for not showing respect.  He ordered me to put on a bra.  I had
expected this so I intentionally did not bring one.  I emptied out my gym
bag and showed him.  I told him I had paid for the lesson and expected
him to fulfill his end.  Only when I asked him if he didn't like my
'girls,' and what was wrong with him did he agree to roll.  What a hoot. 
I had never rolled with a guy topless before.  But the sensation was
wonderful.  When I got him in a great headlock and his head was trappped
against my boob, I thought I would lose it. I ratched up the pressure and
then he tapped.  I LOVED the feeling.  How I did not come is beyond me --
it felt so good." 
Rhonda noticed that Stephanie's nipples were rock hard, bulging even more
through the white fabric of her bikini.  Hers were too.
"Fighing topless became our standard attire. I realized how sexy it was
both for me and for him.  We still fought as hard if not harder, but
there was now a new type of energy.  No sex mind you, but we did have our
'accidents'" Stephanie smiled.  "He seemed not to fight some holds too
hard despite his male pride.  I'm not sure which one of us liked my
grapevine better, especially when I brought my girls into play with a
smother," Stepahnie laughed. 
"To keep him motivated on my objective, YOU, I offered him a percentage
of my winnings if I could win my next tournament.  It got so that it wnet
back and forth on who won.  Then I finally eeked out two straight wins. 
The next night he came into the dojo saying I needed to take things to
the next level.  We rolled hard for the full 60 minutes and it was a
tie.  Normally we would go another best of three in those situations. 
Here he abruptly ended it and said to wait. 
"He left and entered a few minutes later accompanied by this biker
chick.  He introduced Millie as an amateur kickboxer.  She was only about
5'5", 140 but tatooed and she looked tough.  I was embarrassed sitting on
the mats topless when she walked in but quickly got over that as she
started shedding clothes and Matt kept talking.   He said
he offered Millie $500 if she could take me.  All blows were legal except
crotch attacks.
"Millie was soon standing there in a thong, stretching and showing  off a
tight firm body with small but nicely shaped tits, with amazing nipples
that must have stuck out an inch.  And she had silver studs in each one. 
I remember thinking I never looked at girl's tits so much before.  But,
you my dear, have changed me," Stephanie smiled invitingly at Rhonda
"Finally Millie,spoke, 'How about a side bet between us, $500 says I take
you.'  I agreed. And she put on a pair of MMA gloves and threw a pair
down to me."
"I gotta tell you, this bitch just took me apart.  Kicks landed from
every which direction and on every part of my body. She pulverized my
legs and kept working my  gut.  If I stayed back and tried to trade, I
got creamed.  If I charged her, I got creamed.  She must have knocked me
down half a dozen times.  Each time I fell, she stepped back and smiled
at me.  Finally when I could barely stand, she 'helped' me up by the hair
and then kneed me in the gut so hard I thought I would lose my organs. I
simply collapsed onto my back.  This time she followed me down and put me
in a headlock.  She wrenched my neck so hard I almost passed out.  And
her tit was right in my face.  Her nipple was right over my eye.  I could
not tell which was harder, her nipple or her stud.  I was in agony but
for the first time in a fight with a girl also a bit excited.  She kept
yanking on the headlock.  I was in pure agony.  I don't know why but I
started sucking that nipple."
"She didn't seem to mind but didn't relieve the pressure at all . Another
yank and I thought my neck would separate from my shoulders, but I still
had her tit in my mouth. "Tap, bitch," she barked.  I had no choice."
"She loosened the hold a bit but kept enough pressure that I hurt like
hell.  I was both in agony from the hold and excited as hell as I sucked
on that amazing nipple.  She clearly was excited."
"So was Matt because within a minute, he was over by us au naturale.  I
saw his cock -- one that I had felt under his short every night but had
not seen come out -- for the first time.  Obviously it was not a new
sight for Millie becasue soon it was deep in her mouth. She clearly knew
what  she was doing because he quickly shuttered and pulled out.  Millie
released her headlock on me and started kissing me.  She also transferred
lots of his cum into my mouth.  It was might first lez kiss.  I was
humiliated but also excited. I thought I would lose it when she kept
kissing me and also started fondling my boob."
Rhonda noticed that Stephanie's nipples were even larger than ever,
showing her own excitement.  Rhonda felt her own nipplies tingling as
never before.
"As I was on the verge of  exploding, she stopped, got up and sneered,
"Thanks for the easy money.  Let's  go double or nothing tomorrow
night."  As she picked up her stuff and started to walk away, she added,
"I thought you Matt said you were strictly hetero but you suck tit real
well.  Tomorrow we'll see how you do with pssy.""
"The next night Matt and I rolled lightly and he showed me how to block
and counter a kickboxer.  I was so psyched to take on Millie.  Millie
entered with her usual arrogance.  She quickly stepped into the ring and
stripped off her sweats.  I was shocked: She was in the tiniest thong
that I had evere seen -- hardly anything was covered.  She sneered for me
to join her.  Without further ado, we approached each other.  She threw
several punches that I avoided.  I rushed in, absorbing a knee but
driving her into the corner.  I was so set to take her apart.  And I
did.  I threw several knees into her gut.  I stepped back and kicked her
in the gut.  As she sagged, I lifted my knee into her abs three more
times.  I continued the attack.  I must have nailed her gut with 10 of my
best knees.  I was loving it!  Finally she collapsed to the mat.  I
quickly got her in a body scissors and squeezed the hell out of her.  She
screamed and I was sure she would tap.  But she fought and fought and
finally got onto her knees and nailed me with a couple of punches that
made me break the hold.  We circled again and she nailed me with a few
punches.  I had hurt her enough that her punches lacked their former
power.  I put my head down and charged.  Again I got her against the
ropes and worked her gut mercilessly with my knee a few more times.  I
knew I had her.  I stepped back and nailed her with all my might with a
punch to her gut.  When she fell, I got behind her and slapped on a body
scissors and secured a full nelson.  I pulled her back so far I thought
she would tear in two.  I kept it up and just LOVED knowing the pain I
was inflicting.  Her moans of agony were nectar to my ears.  I was on the
verge of exploding, I was enjoying it so much.  I gave her a final surge
of power on both holds and she screamed and quickly tapped."
"I was ecstatic but to my shock she rolled away and said 'Let's go 2 out
of 3.'  I could not believe she had anything left.  I said, 'Sure, it's
your funeral."
"As we stood up, I could see how badly I had hurt her.  Her gut was
BRIGHT red and she kept rolling her shoulder.  I do have a good nelson,
if I have to say so myself. The only damage to me, was hidden ... I was
dripping wet with excitement." Stephanie smiled and Rhonda
noticed Stephanies nipples virtually bursting through her top, showing
her pleasure in relating the tale.  Rhonda too felt her own excitement.  
"We circled and I pushed her back against the ropes.  I again worked my
knee into her gut, which felt weaker and weaker.  I thought she was toast
so I stepped back to kick her, but she was quicker to th draw and she
nailed me with a kick to my right boob.  It hurt so much I could not even
scream.  As I stood there motionless, she punched the hell out of
me.  She NAILED me with a combo to the jaw and then another kick to my
boob.  I fell on all fours.  She immediately kicked me in my hanging
boob, sending me rolling onto my back, clutching myself.  She followed me
down and sat on my neck, thrusting her ass inches from my face.  'You
can submit by kissing my ass' she declared. All I saw was ass, as her
tiny thong seemed buried, no where to be found.  "F--- you" I muttered. 
She proceeded to punch me three times hard in my exposed gut.  I was
amazed at the sight of her muscles flexing and contracting as she punched
but the pain was mind boggling as she punched down, her punches aided by
gravity as they came barreling down into my abs.  "Kiss" she declared
again.  When I refused, she inflicted more pain with her amazing punching
power.  "Kiss" she growled.  I hesitated, she lifted up and nailed
a punch right into by already destroyed right boob and then several more
into my gut.  I had never hurt so much.  She did not need to ask again; I
puckered up and meekly kissed her ass.  I felt soooo humiliated. 
"Millie turned around and sat with her mound now inches from my face. 
'Next you'll be kissing this' she declared adjusting her thong and giving
me a very clear view of her shaved lips.
"I could not believe how  quickly things had changed.  I lay on the
mat for a minute, my chest and gut hurting as never before.  Despite how
red her abs looked, I could tell she was not feeling the pain as the
pleasure of the last few minutes were evident in the smile on her face as
she flirted with Matt.  I knew that I could not trade punches and kicks
with her -- I had to take the fight to the ground.  We circled and I ate
a few jabs.  But I timed one of her kicks, blocked it, charged and got
her right leg and lifted.  She fell on her stomach and I continued to
lift her left leg, pulling it toward her head.  Her flexibility did not
extend in this direction.  She screamed in pain.  The match had turned
again, now I was the one having fun.  I kept the hold as she thrashed and
moved around the mat trying to releive the pressure on her lower limb.  I
then noticed Matt -- boy was he excited as Millie's groin was facing
directly toward him -- I could only imagine the veiw he had given the
angle at which I was bending her leg and the skimpiness of her thong. 
"Millie managed to turn onto her back but I was able to retain the hold
on her leg.  I dropped down onto the mat and secured a headlock.  Now I
had her head and her leg.  I brought them all together -- crushing
headlock and her leg bent so her ankle was almost touching her ear.  And
this big girl" Stephanie touched her right boob "was right there too,
making breathing hard for her.  Her moans of pain were delicious!  She
could not budge; I had her locked up tight and in agony.  I loved
squeezing her.  I loved hearing her -- she so much did not want to give. 
Her pain seemed to flow right into me. I had never before so enjoyed the
end of the fight -- when my opponent was spent, in pain, and fighting for
dignity. I certainly was not going to give her dignity.  I took a play
out of your book," Stephanie smiled at Rhonda.  "I relaxed the hold just
enough to roll my nipple across her face.  Then I clinched the hold
tighter than ever.  She screamed right into my boob.  I repeated the
tightening and boob roll again. When I clinched the hold tight, she
tapped my shoulder. 
"I let go the hold and thrust my arms in the air in joy.  As I lay on the
mat -- both exultant and exhausted -- I felt my thong being moved. 
Before I could react, Millie was eating me.  Almost instantly I came. 
What a feeling.  The orgasm seemed to last a lifetime.  My first time
with a girl." 
Stephanie paused and smiled, recalling the moment.  Rhonda tried to shift
closer to this amazon, but Stephanie kept her away with her well-muscled
arm.
"To make a long short, we fought twice more, and I kicked her ass both
times.  I had learned my lesson: wrestle a boxer.  I won easily both
times. I was in complete control both times. And boy did she teach me
about women!!!!  And she helped Matt with my training.  Almost every
night, I had a new opponent -- women boxers, bjj instructors, FBBs.  Then
they started bring guys for me to fight.  I even entered a gay wrestling
tournament."  Stephanie smiled broadly, "What amazing bodies those guys
had.  But I kept focused, no matter how much I was hurting in a fight or
who I was destroying, I wanted one match: YOU!
"So now I'm here.  Got to fight two hunks first.  But then Saturday night
-- you and me.  I can't wait!"  At that Stephanie reached out and gently
squeezed Rhonda's nipple -- fully extended and showing her excitement. 
"And I can see you can't either."
Stephanie rose, turned her back to Rhonda and hit a double bicep pose. 
Rhonda saw full well the added musculature that Stephanie had developed. 
Rhonda was impressed -- she liked what she saw but also knew this would
present a challenge when they wrestled. 
Stephanie then reached up and undid her skimpy bra.  She slowly turned
toward Rhonda, showing her beautiful C cups.  Stephanie smiled at Rhonda,
"You've been staring at these girls more than any guy since my high
school boy friend.  Now you can see them all.  I hope you like them." 
She leaned downed, reached into Rhonda's bra and cupped Rhonda's full DD
right boob, and kissed Rhonda hard on the lips.  Rhonda reached up to
reciprocate the grope, but Stephanie grabbed the Amazon's wrist inches
from Stephanie's orb.  Breaking the kiss, Stephanie gave Rhonda's tit a
final squeeze and declared, "See you on Saturday.  May the better woman
win."
Rhonda was shocked and excited and so aroused.  She could not wait to get
her hands on Stephanie again -- both in a fighting sense and otherwise. 
She realized full well that Saturday would be a day like no other.

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