Rhonda -- Mini-tournament Fight 1
 By dalekelso@hotmail.com



Rhonda had one of the toughest days of her life. Excited but unfulfilled by
her encounter with Stephanie, she barely slept the previous night. Her
thoughts alternated between lust for this gorgeous amazon and a burning desire
to destroy her on the mat for a third time. One thing she knew for sure, their
encounter on the mat would be a classic and with a decisive winner; fully
confident of her abilities, Rhonda thought of various ways to end the match
showing off her superior bod and her domination over this woman who had so
specifically targeted Rhonda's position atop the female combat world. Rhonda
wanted not only to win, but to DOMINATE for a third time.

That whole day Stephanie ignored Rhonda's calls and emails. Just a few brief
texts regarding the tournament. Stephanie asked to fight first Friday night
against whichever male Candi pared her aginst, with Rhonda going second.
Remembering how graceful Stephanie had been the first time Rhonda had soundly
beaten her, Rhonda was happy to give Stephanie the first fight. She was happy
to let Stephanie show off her new body and get all the first attention.

The order would be reversed for Saturday afternoon. And Saturday night was of
course the main event -- at least in Rhonda's eyes -- S v. R Part III. But
Rhonda was an experienced enough fighter to know not to look past the first
two fights -- and Candi had repeatedly told Rhonda that each of the males she
had brought to this exquisite setting could fight.

The women had also agreed to wear conservative bikinis on Friday; enough to
tease the audience but nothing too revealing. Although not discussed,
Saturday's attire was certain to show more -- more muscles and more skin.

Candi stopped by several times to talk to Rhonda on Friday. Each time Rhonda
grew frustrated as Candi rebuffed her advances. Rhonda remembered -- and
reminded Candi of their various prior romps -- but Candi claimed the need for
neutrality at her first tournament, but Rhonda wondered if Candi's affections
were now directed at Kurt. Or perish the thought, that KO birtch.

Rhonda wondered if she had the female equivalent of "blue balls." Given her
stunning looks, seldom had she been rebuffed when she was interested --
whether the object of here affection (or lust) had been male or female. Rhonda
felt more sympathy for the various guys she had turned down in the past --
often after letting them get started but only letting them get only so far.

Rhonda worked out hard twice on Friday -- enough cardio to drench several
outfits with sweat. But still felt lots of pent up energy -- physical,
anxiety, and sexual.

Finally, FIGHT TIME. Rhonda finally felt she was going to enjoy at least part
of the day.

The large room had a standard ring in the front. The room was packed with
fans, and Rhonda sat in the back. Candi entered the ring and announced that
the first fight would involve Stephanie, weighing in at 179 pounds. Stephanie
pranced in wearing her trademark bikini -- blue top trimmed with white and
blue bottoms. No thong, little cleavage. Stephanie hit a nice double biceps
pose showing off her improved musculature, but stopped at that. Rhonda smiled
to herself, "same old Stephanie; good wrestler but didn't know how to play the
crowd; apparently all BS last night."

Candi then announced that Stephanie's opponent would be Bill. Rhonda wondered
which of the two men she had met briefly the night before this would be. Bill
turned out to be the younger, tall one, weighing in at a solid 196 pounds. He
entered the ring wearing only fighting shorts. Clearly he was a fighter. Toned
all over. He was a grade AAA hunk.

Clearly, both were skilled fighters, but neither played to the audience. What
a shame, mused Rhonda, thinking about the two awesome bodies in the ring.

Candi called them together. Standard rules: one submission or a 10 count pin.
As Stephanie listened to Candi, she started adjusting her bikini top. First
the right cup. As she adjusted the left one, she bared her boob. She left the
nipple out long enough for the entire crowd -- and Bill -- to notice. She then
adjusted her bottom, giving hints of what was barely hidden by the blue
bottom. Bill was clearly staring! Rhonda beamed, that girl clearly HAD picked
up a few tricks!! "Go get 'em, Steph!" she mused

Stephanie stepped forward and offered a handshake that Bill accepted. "Nice
body, big boy," Stephanie intoned. "Same, it'll be funning pinning all those
curves," Bill replied. Stephanie countered, "More fun to hear you scream
uncle," offering a radiant smile. Stephanie did not miss a beat, "We'll see
how you like these curves when you are tapping." Before this could further,
Candi yelled, "Fight."

Stephanie took full advantage of the distracted Bill and attacked. A quick
headlock led to a judo toss with Steph retaining a solid headlock. She cranked
the pressure, her arms crushing Bill's head firmly against her chest. "Which
curve do you like better, my bicep or my boob," she aked. Bill fought
valiantly and soon was on his knees as Steph retained the headlock.
Maintaining the headlock, she quickly climbed on his back and secured a
scissors to go along with the headlock. Down to the mat they went. "Or do you
prefer my curvy legs," Steph cooed. A squeeze of her legs showed off her
steel-like muscles, and Bill groaned in pain, the first score in that tally
going to Steph barely 2 minutes into the match. After a long struggle, Bill
was able to pop his head out of the headlock but Stephanie rolled to her back
maintaining her fierce body scissors as Bill was laying on his back on the
mat. Steph continued to pour on the pressure, and Bil's face showed the pain
he was feeling.

But the experienced male fighter was able to twist his hps and roll to his
knees and eventually stand up, Steph's leg's still wrapped around him. Fearing
a Sarah Kaufman style slam, Steph released the hold, all the while smiling,
knowing the damage she had inflicted on her opponent.

As they circled, it appeared that Bill had about 5 inches and about 15 pounds
on his amazon opponent. Thus, it appeared that Stephanie was actually
stronger. As they tied up, Steph quickly pushed Bill into the corner. She
fired two knees to his already wounded gut, the sound echoing through the
room. Stephanie stepped back as he slumped to both knees. She quickly fell
onto his back and secured a full nelson. Her back muscles showed clearly
through her skin as she powered the hold. A moan of pain was clearly heard
from the trapped male fighter. Steph leaned back, falling onto her back,
securing a scissors around Bill's mid-section. "Like my curves on your back,
big boy," she asked playfully. "Or do you prefer my shoulder muscles? Or maybe
my curvy legs again?" Hearing no resposne, she powered both holds, and cooed,
"It's not polite not to answer." Bill screamed in misery as pain coursed
through both his shoulders and stomach.

Bill fought, rolling from side to side. Steph kept him trapped and powered
both holds, her muscles seeming to explode in size and power. Finally he was
able to free his right arm. He fired several elbows into Steph's ribs, which
landed squarely. The third blow to the same location lead to a momentary
release of the squeezing around his waist, which enabled Bill to roll free and
jump to his feet.

Bill circled away trying to work the pain out of his sore shoulders. They tied
up in elbow and collar twice, neither gaining an advantage. As they circled a
third time, Bill shot in for a single leg takedown. He successfully grabbed
Steph's massive limb and with all his power was able to lift her thigh up and
quickly throw her to the mat. When Steph turned to her stomach, Bill worked a
series of leg holds. Brutally, he twiseted her limbs in directions they were
not meant to go. As he pulled Steph's left leg back toward her head, a scream
of pain left her mouth. Finally Bill had registered on the "scream-meter," but
still trailed badly. As he continued to torture her leg, he pleasantly asked,
"Why are you not talking now? You just a front runner?" Working the limb form
the knee, Bill kept moving her leg further and further back. Another piercing
scream quieted the once raucus crowd. "I like these sounds better than your
talking," Bill taunted his opponent. A burst of power enabled Steph to break
the hold and bring her limb back to the mat. But Bill quickly grabbed the same
extremity, and forcefully turned Steph onto her back. Keeping hold of her leg,
he applied a tight cradle and went for the pin. "Not talking while your ass is
in the air, I see," he mocked as Candi's count reached five.

At the count of 8, Steph rolled her shoulder just enough to get Candi to stop
the count. But Bill stayed with the hold and had Steph back in the cradle.
This time she was able to kick out and break the cradle at the count of 5.

Bill was unfazed and almost immediately had Steph in a cross body pin. Steph
tried to free her arms but Bill had leverage and had her pinned. A bridge got
Candi to stop the count at 3 but Bill rolled his weight onto Steph's chest
forcing her back down to the mat. Several more bridges were unsuccssful and
the count reached 7.

Desparate, Stephanie regrouped and bridged harshly, throwing Bill off before
the count could go further. As they rolled to their feet, Rhonda noticed that
Steph's bikini had slipped, revealing her luscious right boob. Bill noticed
too and backed off, asking Steph is she wanted to adjust. Steph fired back,
"Why, haven't you seen one of these before?" Bill's face flushed as the
audience erupted in laughter. As they circled, Steph took the opportunity to
ooh so slowly cover herself up.

Rhoda smiled, She was enjoying this match. Good fight, good banter, great
bodies. Seldom had she seen a better fight -- regardless of the gender of the
fighters. And she noticed the considerable moistness in her groin, a rarity
for her when watching, as opposed to participating in, a fight.

Again they circled, Steph limping noticably. Putting the pain aside, this time
Steph pushed her opponent to the corner. There, she worked her underhooks and
flipped Bill to the mat. The force of their combined nearly 400 pounds hitting
the mat shook the ring. Steph quickly maneuvered to a mount position. As Bill
rolled, Steph did too, catching him in a headscissors. His head quickly turned
red as her python-like legs squeezed. Bill bridged to relieve the pressure.
Steph leaned over and threw a hammer fist into his expsed and already sore
gut. As he crumbled back to the mat, Steph teased, "That, big boy, is how you
counter a bridge."

Bill's face was beet red, but he continued to struggle. He managed to turn
Steph onto her back and got to his knees, alleviating the pressure slightly.
Steph's pressure continued, keeping him from rising up. Feeling light headed
and desparate to relieve the pressure, Bill started firing fists into Steph's
six-pack abs. Steph managed to grab Bill's left arm and twisted sharply,
eliciting another scream. But Bill continued firing away with his right. All
the while, Steph held onto his trapped left arm, twisting and applying more
and more pressure. About to pass out, Bill rose up as far as he could and
unleashed a thunderous punch with his right, smack into Steph's gut. The pain
was evident in her face and her legs opened just enough for Bill to pull out
of the strength-sapping scissors in which he had been trapped and to yank his
throbbing left arm free.

The last punch had obviously hurt her, and Steph was slow to rise. Sensing the
opportunity, Bill leaped onto his downed opponent. For the next five minutes,
back and forth they went. Holds were applied and broken. First one then the
other was on top. Sweat started pouring down their bodies. Neither had energy
to speak or taunt but moans of pain or grunts of exertion were frequnetly
heard.

Their bodies were on full display. The sweat accented the sharp musculature of
each fighter. Each looked stunning. As they struggled for supremacy and to
avoid being trapped in devastating holds, Steph often fell out of her top. Now
comfortable in such situations and focused on her battle and often not having
a free arm or hand to put to that non-combat task, Steph was slow to adjust.

The audience was loving the action. Rhonda too. She truly could not remember
the last match she had watched that excited her so much.

Bill now was working for a pin. Steph twisted out, Bill keeping hold of an
arm. Steph now found herself on her stomach. Fearing a choke or a camel
clutch, Steph fought to get to her knees, all the while with Bill draped over
her broad shoulders. As she rose up to her knees, Rhonda noted that Steph's
beautiful C-cups were fully exposed, hanging deliciously down. Neither fighter
seemed to notice, but the audience sure did. Various hands reached down to
their own -- or their neighbors' -- groins.

Bill grabbed Steph's massive right arm and fell to the side, going for an arm
bar. Steph fought and fought but was soon on her back, Bill working furiously
to secure the arm bar. Steph's exposed orbs now jutted straight up from her
massive chest. What a sight. Both warriors knew this could well be the
deciding point of the match. Bill was inches away from a devastating hold that
would give him the victory. Steph screamed in pain as her arm was wrenched.
Her face was a mask of agony. For nearly a minute, force met force as Bill
pulled on Steph's arm and Steph used all her power to keep the arm from being
fully secured in the arm bar. Intense concentration marked Bill's face, sheer
agony showed clearly on Steph's once beautiful face -- now distorted with
pain.

On the verge of tapping, Steph emitted a final grunt and pulled with all her
remaining strength, trying to free her trapped arm. Whether it was her
stregnth, Bill's weakening from the exertion, or the sweat loosening his grip,
Steph was able to pull free.

As they rose to their feet, each fighter was gulping badly needed oxygen. Just
past the 20 minutes mark of the match and non-stop combat. Sensing the tide
had turned, Bill stalked his amazon opponent. Steph circled away, first
adjusting her bikini top, then rolling her very sore shoulders , trying to
ease the pain in that body part, all the while still limping. Bill went for a
single leg takedown, but Steph able to back away in a nick of time. Bill
continued his pursuit. A double leg takedown had both down on the mat. Bill
worked furiously to secure a headlock. He cranked the pressure and Steph's
face again betrayed the pain she was feeling. Candi came close, thinking the
tortured amazon might tap. But Steph, refused to tap. Bill continued
ratcheting up the pressure. Steph's face was beet red. In an amazing show of
guts and strength, rose slowly to her knees and then to her feet all with Bill
still holding on to the headlock. Finally, again aided by the sweat pouring
from her head and Bills arm, Steph was able to pop her head out.

Rhonda now smiled broadly. She could not ask for a better scenario. First off,
she was loving the fight. Second, she would be fighitng Bill in app. 15 hours
and Steph in less than 24. Let the two of them beat the crap out of each other
up. It would just make things easier for her.

As they circled, Bill fired a low right kick into Steph's left leg. As his leg
impacted her thigh, Steph emitted a shriek, stumbled but managed to stay
upright. Bill smiled slightly and fired another right leg kick into Steph's
left hamstring, with the same result. As Steph righted herself, a left kick
caught her right leg. Antoher right kick pounded into her left hamstring
sending the amazon lurching across the ring. Several more kicks rendered Steph
virtually unable to stand. This superb athlete was having trouble walking,
stumbling around like a two year old, barely able to stand.

Sensing that the end was at hand if she did not put an end to this torture,
Steph charged her male foe. But Bill was expecting this and lauched a front
snap kick into Steph stomach. She stopped dead in her tracks, her face
betraying the shock waves of pain flowing out from her abs -- no amount of
muscle, let alone tired and pounded muscles -- would have stopped that kick
from penetrating deep into her core. Bill immediately took full advantage.
Coming in low, he secured both of Steph's tree trunk legs, lifted her up.
STeph went for a headlock and forced Bill to carry her weight around the ring
before he was able to position her in such a way that he could send her
crashing to the mat. As they both hit the mat, Steph bore the force of the
crash on her shoulders and Bill's weight on her chest. More by instinct than
thought, Steph managed to get her legs around her foe and secure guard. Bill
was non-plussed and worked on Steph's arms, twisting first one then the other
in painful holds. Steph tried to trap Bill's head in a headlock but her
generally one-armed efforts were quite ineffective. STeph was playing defense,
but all the while her arms were being tortured and sapped of strength. Several
more screams left the lips of this battered amazon. Now Bill was winning on
that tally. Knowing she had to act or face certain defeat, Steph loosened her
gaurd enough for Bill to notice and go for her right arm. Quickly pivoting on
her tush, Steph moved her feet up and into a triangle hold. Briefly trapped
and knowing first hand the power in those tree-like appendages, Bill quickly
rose up, freeing Steph to roll away.

As they circled, Bill stalked Steph. Again Bill went for the takedown, which
had worked so well. This time Steph was able to sprawl out and effectively
counter the attack. Bill tried to power through, but Steph held on for dear
life. Her back muscles looked ready to explode as she controlled her trapped
opponent, her legs spread wide. Rhonda got even more excited -- and wet -- as
Steph's amazing back was on full display The sweat only accentuating Staph's
physique -- Rhonda's fixation on this body part got her even more excited,
which she felt all over.

As Bill attempted to rise and power out, Steph realized she could not contain
her powerful foe. She also knew that he had controlled the last 15 minutes of
the fight and she was on the verge of being destroyed. She released her grip
on his waist and fired an elbow into the middle of his back. The force of the
blow stopped Bill from continuing his efforts to rise up. Another elbow sent
Bill crashing to the mat. Steph reared up and fired a third elbow into his
throbbing lower back. Sensing her opportunity to turn the tide of battle,
Steph repeated the move. Yet another elbow caused Bill scream at the top of
his lungs and rear up in pain. Steph quickly reached under his abs and secured
a clinch around his waist. Focusing on the pain in his back and now his gut,
Bill left his head briefly exposed. Steph pounced, trapping the head between
her powerful thighs. Lying on her side, she now had his waist clinched in her
arms and his head trapped between her thighs. Knowing this was her best -- and
may last opportunity -- to defeat her tougher than expected foe, she powered
both holds.

Steph's leg and back muscles seemed ready to explode out of her skin as she
squeezed with all her might. Rhonda noticed that the clock had just passed 30
minutes into the match. Unbelievable exertion by both fighters. Bill held on,
trying to free his head, hoping the sweat covering both of them, and now the
mat, would aid his escape as it had his amazon opponent. Steph refused to let
go. Pausing only briefly to let her muscles recover, she powered and powered
both holds. So focused on her legs and shoulders, she did not even taunt Bill
or ask for his submission. Steph could not believe Bill still had not tapped.
Most foes gave before she reached full power, let alone withstanding the force
of her massive thighs for over 2 minutes

Candi hovered close, but Steph ignored her and her sensual curves. Knowing she
only had seconds left before her legs and shoulders cramped, Steph rose up on
her arms and gave a final amazing squeeze of her thighs. Bill screamed and
tapped the mat.

Steph released her holds and lay on her back, sheer pleasure registering on
her face. She had won! Her chest rose and fell as she gulped in badly needed
air. Rhonda noticed Steph's perky nips fully aroused.

The joy on her face radiated through the room as Stephanie circled the ring.
Bill lay face down one the mat for a good two minutes before finally rising to
his feet.

Candi brought them to the center, and intoned, "The winner at the incredible
time of 31 minutes and 13 seconds, STEPHANIE." Stephanie thrust her arms in
the air in celebration.

Steph went around Candi to give Bill a congratulatory hug. Maintianing the hug
with her left hand, she raised her right hand to the back of her neck and
untied her top. As the top fell and uncovered her magnificent chest, she also
untied the bikini at her back. Holding her top, she smiled at Bill and said,
"You were amazing. Here is something to remember our fight by." The audience
applauded wildly. Leaning in closer, she whispered in his ear, "And, Big Boy,
you know where to find what that covered."

Pulling away, arms once again raised, Steph circled the ring as the audience
gave the winner a standing ovation. Both for her fight, but also for her
performance.

Rhonda was on the verge of exploding. Rhonda just stared in awe. Steph had
taken a serious beating but had pulled out the fight. And what an end -- one
worthy of Rhonda. Rhonda knew if she looked any longer, an orgasm would course
through her body. She knew she needed a long cold shower before her fight. And
how would she top that performance? she thought

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