Rhonda -- Mini-Tournament -- Rhonda vs. Gabe
 by dalekelso@hotmail.com

Rhonda readied  herself for her first fight of the mini-tournament.  The
cold shower had steeled her nerves and quieted the rumblings in her
private parts.  She put on a conservative -- for her -- red bikini;
enough cleavage showing but not her usual; full bottom, not a thong. 
Despite Steph's show, Rhonda decided to honor their agreement and fight
-- at least at the start -- in a less than fully revealing outfit.  But
she knew full well that she would not end up that way -- it simply was
not her style and she also wanted -- no acutally needed -- to do
something to keep the crowd on her side.  Steph's fight had revealed that
woman's nice rack and her bra-giving routine had stirred many a passion. 
Rhonda's competitive juices were in full boil -- she wanted to annihilate
her male opponent but also prove that she was the top female dog, in
terms of fighting, in terms of body, and in terms of show(wo)manship.
 
Covering her bikini with a short robe, Rhonda entered the fight room.  As
agreed, the women were to enter the ring first.  Rhonda was surprised
that Kurt was in the ring, and not Candi.  As she was introduced, Rhonda
simply stood there. No flexing, no show.  That would all come later.
 
Kurt then introduced her opponent, Gabe, at 222 pounds.  He entered the
ring, the moose, she remembered from the night before.  He was solid,
that was for sure.  Never had she fought someone so large, but she had
trained with folks that size.  A rare opponent that was stronger than she
was, Rhonda readied a fight plan centered around technical aspects.
 
Kurt called them to the center of the ring.  As Kurt went over the rules,
submission or 10 count pin, Rhonda just glared at her opponent.  Even
when Kurt had finished, Rhonda glared.  Gabe finally looked down.  Rhonda
smiled to herself, she had won this round. 
 
As she took a step back and started to drop her robe, Gabe commented,
"nice fake titties."  Rhonda was speachless, never before had her
magnificent rack been so disparaged.  "What??" was all she could muster. 
"How much did you pay for those titties?" he asked again.
 
Before she could respond, the moose attacked.  Rhonda, still shocked by
his verbal assault, was not prepared for his physical assault and quickly
found herself pushed against the ropes.  Gabe was able to land three
solid knees to her stomach, they hurt but Rhonda''s solid abs and hours
and hours in the gym allowed her to withstand the fury.  As she clinched
her abs in preparation for his anticipated next attack, Gabe reached back
and fired a forearm right into Rhonda's chest.  Her boobs compressed
against her chest and her entire chest felt on fire as she sagged
forward.  Gabe stepped back a half step and launched a knee right into
her magnificent right breast, the force of his upward traveling knee
magnified by her dropping torso.  Rhonda could not remember being hurt so
badly in that part of her anatomy that she was so proud of and that gave
off so much pleasure -- both to her lovers and to audiences that saw it
visually.
 
Rhonda's fight instincts kicked in and she quickly circled away.  Rhonda
touched her throbbing orb, surprised it had stayed in her bra.  The pain
was excruciating.  Gabe pursued his clearly hurt foe, and once again was
able to trap her in a corner.  Again a series of knees thundered against
her abs.  Her ab muscles withstood the first three times his knee
impacted her stomach -- though Rhonda certainly felt each of them.  The
fourth knee rocketed through her quickly tiring muscles -- that knee
truly hurt the amazon.  Rhonda had destroyed enough six-pack abs in her
day to know what was happening to herself -- her stomach was being opened
up for attack as it never had before.  Another few such knees and she
would be in DEEP trouble.  Rhonda started to sag.  Experience (and the
sneer on her opponent's face) told her the moose was likely to give up
the opportunity to destroy her core and instead try and repeat his
previous dirty attack. 
 
Sure enough a knee thundered into her already throbbing right boob.  She
felt ready to puke.  She could not remember ever feeling such a sharp
pain.  She knew she had to fight through this or she was in danger of
losing.  Steeling herself against the pain that emanated from her DD orb
throughout her body, Rhonda was able to capture his knee before Gabe was
able to pull it back.  The pain in her tit was like nothing she had ever
experienced before -- it truly felt like fire.  This moose had put all
his weight into three direct attacks on her rack -- and she felt it. 
Battling against the nearly paralyzing pain, Rhonda knew exactly what to
do.  She quickly moved forward toward the center of the ring, forcing her
opponent to hop on one foot to avoid falling.  There she moved in a rapid
circle, keeping tight hold of his knee, forcing him into ever faster
hopping.  Rhonda was surprised at the big man's dexterity, but she kept
with her plan.
 
Feeling the moose get slightly off balance, Rhonda then lifted the knee
as far as it would go and drove forward.  Locked together, they appeared
to be fired into the mat, Rhonda on top, her head driving into his
sternum.  Well over 400 pounds of muscle went toppling, all the weight
being absorbed solely by her opponent as they crashed to the mat.  He
clearly was stunned by the turn of events and the ring-shaking impact. 
Knowing this was her opportunity and that her stomach needed time to
recover, Rhonda sat up and fired a series of punches and hammerfists into
the moose's chest and jaw.  As Gabe brought his right arm up to defend
himself from this feminine attack, Rhonda grabbed hold of his wrist.   
 
His right arm solidly held in her two hands, Rhonda rolled to the side
and secured the arm bar.  She sank it in!!!  She knew she had him.  But
she did not just want to win, she wanted to show this jerk -- she really
could not remember the time she disliked her opponent more -- who was the
better fighter.  She released the hold just enough to not force a quick
submission but rather to inflict great pain on his shoulder.  Gabe cried
in pain, nectar to her ears.  Rhonda played with him, releasing and
tightening the hold to inflict the greatest pain possible without getting
him to submit.
 
Playfully she rubbed the back of his wrist against her left boob, the
right one still so painful, -- a pain she still felt all to vividly
despite the adrenaline rush of the fight; the slight touch sent both her
nipples expanding to their full 3/4 inch length, threatening to burst
through her red bikini top.  She felt them expanding, and knew that
clearly he too could feel these symbols of her womanhood.  "Still think
these are fake?" she aksed, not so nicely, and ratcheting up the pressure
on his trapped extremity. 
 
For three full minutes, Gabe's arm was attacked.  Knowing the damage she
had inflicted on his right arm and how it was now essentially useless,
Rhonda prepared for the next phase of her destruction of this jerk. 
 Anticipating another attempt to free his tortured appendage, Rhonda
released her hold, pretending that his effort had succeeded.  In one
swift motion, she rose up and resecured her hold on the arm, twisting it
sharply.  Gabe was forced onto his stomach, as Rhonda secured a
hammerlock.  Lying on his back, she pushed his arm up toward his neck,
putting incredible pressure on his entire right arm and shoulder. 
Further and further up she pushed his arm, each millimeter inflicting
more pain.  His moans and cries were delightful to Rhonda.  Combined with
the pressure of his leg against her as she lay on his back, she was
getting very wet in her bikini and very sezually excited.  Not wanting to
explode just yet, Rhonda pivoted her body up toward his head and shifting
to the side of his large body, pulling his arm up even further.  A scream
of agony from the moose informed Rhonda that her tactic had succeed but
also that a submission might be forthcoming.
 
Again, not wanting to end this match just yet, she twisted Gabe back onto
his back and applied a simple but oh so effective key lock on the same
tortured limb.  Sitting on his chest, she smiled menacingly down.  Gabe
to his credit continued to fight and tried to buck her off.  Rhonda rode
him like a broncoing bull.  Her chiseled arms, legs and back were on full
display as her muscles worked to retain her dominant position.  Rhonda
twisted Gabe's arm in ways it was never intended to go.  Gabe's face
was twisted in agony, further exciting his foe.  Several blood-curdling
screams filled the room.  "This will teach you not  to fight dirty,"
Rhonda warned. 
 
Rhonda wanted to inflict a bit more pain on this jerk who had a)
questioned her figure, b) launched a sneek attack, and c) mauled her
orbs.  Not fully ready to sieze victory and end her destrcution, Rhonda
loosened the hold enough to encourage Gabe to try one last bridge. 
Knowing it was coming, Rhonda allowed herself to be thrown off.  
 
Although Gabe rose slowly, Rhonda moved away and let him rise to his
feet.  Gabe tried to roll his shoulder to relieve the pain, but his arm
barely responded.  Rhonda leaned back against the ropes, smiling at the
pain she had inflicted.  She pretended to move in several times, but each
time Gabe backed off.  Her dominance and the fear showing on her massive
opponent's face served to excite her further.  She clearly felt her
bikini bottom getting fully soaked.
 
Cupping her glorious orbs, she mocked Gabe, "Hey muscles, what's the
problem?  Do you only fight when you can fight dirty?  Want another shot
at these girls?"  Rhonda winked at Candi sitting in the first row and
noticed for the first time in the match how excited the audience was
getting.
 
Moving in again, Rhonda launched a left kick into Gabe's thigh.  It
clearly hurt, but he moved away quickly.  Rhonda launched another, same
effect.  What Gabe did not appreciate was that each of these was only
launched at about 1/2 power, setting up her next attack. Rhonda faked a
third, expecting Gabe to move his arm to block the attack.  That is what
he did.  Rhonda instead reared back and with full force launched a
murderous kick that connected with full force into Gabe's right shoulder,
the joint she had spent the past minutes tormenting.  A cry of pain like
Rhonda had never heard before -- and she had heard her share from her
past foes that she had beaten, no destroyed -- filled the room. 
 
Gabe stood in place as if tasered, his shoulder drooping slightly. 
Rhonda quickly moved behind her foe and literally jumped up in order to
fire her elbow right into Gabe's now useless shoulder.
 
The moose crumpled to the mat face first.  Rhonda leaned over and
with only the slightest pressure on his shoulder rolled him onto his
back.  Rhonda dropped down onto her fallen adversary, her right knee
leading the way and smashing into Gabe's shoulder joint.  She slowly sat
down on Gabe's chest, her womanhood inches barely from his face.  Staring
down, Rhonda saw tears of pain pouring down the man's face.  This effect
of her domination brought Rhonda to the very verge of sexual climax. 
 
Now was time to put an end to this fight.  As she started to reach for
his arm to inflict yet another torturous hold, Gabe quickly yelled out
his submission.  Rhonda quickly scooted up and sat squarely on her
vanquished opponent's face.  Almost immediately, with only the slightest
pressure from his face, Rhonda exploded in a body-shattering orgasm. 
Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body -- the pent up
frustrations and excitement of the past day finding an outlet.  Femine
fluid flowed out of her, soaking her bikini bottom, and saturating Gabe's
face.  Rhonda was not sure if he was even still conscious, or enjoying
this, or knowing that resistance was futile.  Those thoughts helped
lengthen the duration of her multiple orgasmic fury.  Never had she had
an orgasm that lasted so long. 
 
Finally Rhonda shifted back onto his neck, freeing his face from its
femine prison.  The sight of his juices all over his face inflamed her
vagin again.  The pain she felt in her right boob inflamed her anger. 
The memory of his mocking her rack put an idea into her head.  
At that moment, Kurt came over and tapped her on the shoulder, indicating
it was time for her to get up off her vanquished foe.  Rhonda snapped,
"I'm not done."  The tone was so definitive that Kurt quickly backed
away.
 
"Still think these girls are fake?" she asked angrily.  A look
of fear quickly appeared on Kurt's face, serving as more fuel to her
sexual fury.  "Too bad you won't get to see these spectacular and REAL
beauties."  Rhonda slid forward, again placing her womanhood fully over
his face.  Rhonda then reached up and slowly removed her top, showing off
her magnificent DD rack to the entire audience.  As her orbs were exposed
to the air, her nipples seemed to burst to even greater length, pushing
out close to a full inch.  Another powerful orgasm rocked her body as she
ground down on Gabe's face.  As she started to come down from the high,
she noticed every audience member with hands on their own or neighbors
groins.  That set her off yet again.  Still feeling excitement down
below, Rhonda cupped her left boob and brought it up to her mouth.  She
sucked the rock-hard nipple, climaxing for a fourth time.  She sucked
some more, noticing that every crotch in the room was now wet, male and
female alike.
 
Finally satiated, Rhonda looked over at Kurt and asked politely, "Be a
dear, Kurt, and hand me my bra."  A moan seemed to leave everyone's lips
at once.  But Rhonda winked at Kurt.  Placing her bra at her crotch, she
scooted off of Gabe's face.  Her large bra cup completely covered his
face.  "I told you you wouldn't see these beauties!"  The audience burst
out laughing.  She wrapped the bra completely around his face and
actually tied the strings, capturing his face in yet another femine
prison. 
 
Finally, Rhonda stood up.  Kurt came over and raised her hand in
victory.  As he paraded her around the ring with arm up and her rack
fully exposed, the crowd stood and roared its appreciation for this
fighting goddess.  Rhonda smiled broadly, enjoying her victory -- her
domination -- and playing to the crowd.  They were back on her side, she
knew.
 
As she made her second revolution she noticed Gabe still lying on the
mat.    Rhonda extended her circle and made sure to step with her right
foot on the moose's bra-covered, juice-coverd face. 
 
Lowering her arm, Kurt leaned in and whispered, "You were amazing." 
Looking at his clearly engorged crotch, Rhonda's beaming smile seemed
to shine even brighter.
 
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