Rhonda vs. Paula: Rematch at Rhonda's Third National Tournament




Rhonda virtually raced down the aisle, anxious to enter the ring. After two
gruelling matches the day before, she was looking forward to tonight's fight.
She was matched against Paula, a veteran who Rhonda had simply destroyed in
the quarterfinals of Rhonda's first national tournament. Paula was small for
the NUWWL at 5'6" and just over 160 pounds but her background as a college
gymnast served her well as she sported a 10-10 record prior to her fight with
Rhonda; she was also one of the prettier women fighters, sporting a gorgeous
round face and a stunning figure topped off with a full natural rack of C-cup
melons. Piror to their first fight, many expected the veteran to give Rhonda a
tough fight or even beat the precocious rookie, but Rhonda had attacked
Paula's legs from the start, bending them in any number of ways they were not
designed to go; so damaged were her legs, that Paula could not take more than
1 step when Rhonda whipped her to the ropes but had collapsed like a baby
trying to walk for the first time; but Paula had bravely not submitted,
pissing Rhonda off no end; Rhonda took out her anger by ripping Paula's floral
suit off of her body, slapping her round mounds, and then pulling her brave
opponent in more unnatural directions until Paula was forced to sumbit. At the
end of the fight, Paula had assumed a fetal position, lying stark naked at the
feet of her tormentress. Rhonda -- as usual -- exploded in sexual release as
Paula conceded; Rhonda still recalled that as one of her most powerful orgasms
and could not wait to repeat her destruction of the gymnast who had been
forced to miss the last national tournament to recover from her injuries.
Rhonda eagerly looked forward to an easy fight after her two grueiling battles
the night before and she was already wet in her lower regions, anticipating
another dominating performance.

Tonight Rhonda entered the ring clad in a jacket that came down to her waist,
that revealed a bright red thong that showed off her butt and amazingly well
defined glutes. Rhonda walked around, bending over to show off her muscular
legs and shapely ass. The crowd showed its appreciation but clearly was
waiting anxiously for the jacket to be removed to see what -- if anything, as
Rhonda had fought topless the last time she had met Paula -- covered her
magnificent natural D-cup orbs.

The ref called the fighters to the middle of the ring and Rhonda looked at
Paula for the first time. Paula looked the basically same, small by the
Leagues standards and very pretty. This time she was wearing a small yellow
bikini, gone was the ladylike floral one-piece. Paula looked stunning, further
heightening Rhonda's excitement. Rhonda did notice that Paula's abs were more
defined and her arms a bit larger -- clearly she had upped her training. But
she was still just a fighter who lost as often as she won. This pattern had
continued in this tournament with Paula having lost in the first round of this
tournament to Yuki by an armbar after a very high energy and entertaining but
relatively brief fight and having defeated Debbie who was obviously worn down
from the beating inflicted on her earlier that evening by Rhonda. Rhonda was
anxious to start the fight and inflict another showcase performance at the
expense of this beauty. Rhonda stared down at her smaller foe, expecting to
see the fear Paula had exhibited last time, but was surprised to see a little
smile on her opponent's face. Even as the ref was talking, Paula untied her
top and let it drop to the mat. The crowd roared in appreciation as Paula's
full round orbs, topped with beautiful nipples jutting out from large aerolea,
came into full view. Rhonda noticed that her opponent's nipples looked to be
fully erect and hard -- obviously she too was aroused. Rhonda did not move as
the sexual energy in the arena escalated. When the ref finished her
instructions, Rhonda unzipped her jacket revealing a red top, quite full by
Rhonda's standards, but still showing off plenty of cleavage. Rhonda made no
move to match Paula in baring her feminine charms. "You need to earn the right
to see these beauties," Rhonda mocked, cupping her boobs, and feeling her own
rock-hard nipples below the thin covering of her red bra and knowing that they
stood out prominently for her fans to see. Paula did not miss a beat,
replying, "Happy to do so. I'll kick your ass and take your bra." This took
Rhonda back as she Paula was exhibiting no signs of trepidation. But Rhonda
was always quick with a retort, "We'll see who's ass gets kicked. In fact
let's spice this up a bit, as there will clearly be an ass kicking, let's add
an ass-kissing -- loser has to kiss the winner's ass." The crowd roared in
appreciation. "Deal," Paula proclaimed.

The two fighters returned to their corners and continued stretching. Paula in
particular was active, bouncing up and down, her large boobs bouncing free.
She also kicked with each leg, her gymnastics experience in evidence given the
impressive extension she achieved with each leg. Rhonda stretched slowly,
developing a slight sweat that accentuated her highly defined muscularity. She
sensuously adjusted each part of her top, giving the crowd -- and Paula -- a
brief view of each of her highly erect torpedo-like almost inch-long nipples,
before covering each one up. The crowd was on its feet, eagerly awaiting the
start of the fight. The two women approached each other slowly, meeting at the
center of the ring. Paula attacked with kicks at Rhonda's legs, which did
little damage. As Paula kicked again, Rhonda threw a slap that caught caught
Paula fully on the cheek. The topless fighter staggered back two steps, the
force of blow inflicted by Rhonda's hand clearly evident. Rhonda pressed her
advantage, again slapping Paula, catching her fully on the jaw once again.
Paula staggered backwards, having to use her hand to balance herself to
prevent from falling to the canvass. Paula circled out of danger as Rhonda
smiled, knowing that she was about to dominate this gorgeous fighter for a
second time. Rhonda continued her pursuit, a lioness stalking her pray. After
a full circle of the ring, Paula stopped running and approached her bigger
adversary in the middle of the ring. Paula launched several more kicks at
Rhonda's legs, this time landing each one. As Rhonda brought her guard down to
try and protect her legs, Paula let go with a kick aimed squarely at Rhonda's
jaw. Only the champion's amazing instincts allowed her to move her head enough
for the powerful kick to sail by harmlessly. Relying on her well honed
fighting training, Rhonda moved in, easily capturing her off-balance foe,
lifting Paula up and slamming her to the canvass. Paula was forced to absorb
the brunt of being thrown down, but also Rhonda's 185 pound frame crushing her
to the canvass. Rhonda quickly secured a headlock on her dazed opponent.
Rhonda powered the hold mercilessly, her arm and upper back muscles seeming to
protrude through her skin as she attacked her opponent. Rhonda continued to
power the hold, knowing the damage it was inflicting on her foe. Paula's face
turned red from the powerful headlock, but she continued to buck furiously
and, exhibiting amazing flexibility, even came close to capturing Rhonda's
head in an inverted scissors. But Rhonda held on to her squirming adversary,
powering the headlock and twisting -- and starting to severely damage --
Paula's neck. Rhonda enjoyed the sensation of her opponent trapped below her,
her foe's face crushed against her side and up against her full mammary.
Rhonda felt herself get wetter and wetter and her nipples get harder and
harder as Paula was suffering under her. Finally, Paula was able to free her
head from the vise like hold and the two amazon warriors rose to their feet.
Rhonda surveyed her topless foe whose face was red and already breathing hard,
and smiled at the damage she had clearly inflicted. For the first time, Rhonda
sensed fear in her opponent. Rhonda felt herself getting more and more
excited. Rhonda cupped her breasts, "still think you're taking my bra?" she
mocked. The crowd roared, loving the antics of their popular champion. Paula
continued circling, still firing off her pesky kicks aimed at Rhonda's legs.
Rhonda again retaliated with a stinging slap to the jaw, that for all intents
and purposes was a roundhouse punch. The landing slap sounded like a pistol
firing, so squarely did it land. Paula staggered backwards. Rhonda fired off
another powerful round house slap, this one grazing Paula's left tit,
eliciting a sharp cry from the topless challenger. But as Rhonda approached to
take further advantage, Paula somehow was able to gather herself up, balance
herself and fire a leg kick that caught the in-charging Rhonda squarely in the
jaw. The force of the kick coupled with Rhonda's forward momentum stopped the
champion in her tracks. Before Rhonda could fully recover, Paula, exhibiting
her fortitude in overcoming the beating she had absorbed so far in the fight
and also showing the unbelievable power in her legs, launched herself high in
the air and delivered a devastating drop kick. Paula's legs seemingly exploded
out from her tucked position and crashed squarely into Rhonda, one into
Rhonda's upper chest and one squarely into her right tit. Rhonda flew
backwards, landing at the bottom of the ropes, dazed by the last few seconds
and the completely unexpected turn of events. Before she could react, Paula
ran over and, doing her best impersonation of a baseball player stealing
second, slid feet first into the downed Rhonda. Each of Paula's feet found its
intended target, Rhonda's magnificent massive rack. Rhonda screamed in agony,
her jaw badly bruised, her tailbone sore from landing squarely on it, and her
breasts on fire and now uncovered as her bra was pushed to the side , both of
her quickly reddening orbs now completely free of their constraints. Paula
rose quickly and delivered several stomps to her downed adversary who was
trapped in the ropes. Paula managed to connect several blows to Rhonda's abs
and even breasts before the ref pulled her off, giving Rhonda a moment to
disentangle from the ropes. Rhonda rose and assumed a ready position, her bra
hanging loose, her boobs free and her nipples erect. Wasting no time and not
giving Rhonda time to either cover up or take off her bra, Paula charged in
and sent a kick directly into Rhonda's six-pack abs. Rhonda could not believe
the force of this blow and took a step back, her back coming in contact with
the ropes. Paula continued her pursuit, sending her quad smashing into
Rhonda's reddening abs. Rhonda was still backed into the ropes as Paula
continued her assault. She in quick succession fired her right knee 1, 2, 3,
4, 5, 6, 7, 8, times, all crashing squarely into Rhonda's muscle-coated abs.
The sounds of the powerful knees lifts hitting muscle-covered flesh echoed
through the arena as the audience fell silent, shocked by the unexpected turn
of events as the popular champion was being taken to the cleaners by a
middle-ranked fighter. Rhonda was clearly hurt, but the hours and hours she
had spent training kept her from crashing to the mat in the face of this
amazing onslaught. But Paula was unfazed, she took a half step back and with
superior extension sent her right leg flying up and connecting squarely with
Rhonda's chin. This blow clearly rocked the champion; Rhonda staggered to her
right, barely keeping on her feet but now trapped in the corner. Paula stayed
right on her, sending another series of knees crashing deep into Rhonda's
bruised abs. Taking a play out of Rhonda's repetoire, Paula started counting
as each blow rocked the larger amazon, "2, 3, 4." At "5" the crowd joined in
the count. At "7" Rhonda sagged forward noticably as her muscle shield
faltered, her muscles beaten into seeming submission by Paula's knees and
kicks. Paula grabbed the sagging Rhonda and simply pushed her foe back into
the ropes and kept firing knees. As the count reached "10" Paula stepped back
and fired a hard right slap that caught Rhonda squarely on her left tit. As
Rhonda's left tit pancaked from the impact, Paula delivered a similar stinging
blow with her left hand, sending Rhonda's right boob flying. "Payback's a
bitch, bitch," Paula snarled. As two more wicked slaps from the now dominant
challenger mauled her tits, Rhonda lowered her guard to protect her feminine
assets. Seeing this, Paula launched a rocket-like left kick that caught Rhonda
directly on the temple. Rhonda took two steps sideways before her knees
buckled and she collapsed to the canvass, flat on her back. Paula quickly came
over and glared at her fallen foe. Paula positioned herself behind Rhonda,
secured a body rear scissors and quickly transitioned to a side body scissors.
Paula wasted no time and powered the hold fully, her leg muscles all seeming
to burst from her skin as they torturned Rhonda's abs. Her powerful
gymanstics-trained thighs appeard to the audience to be massive cords of steel
as they inflicted agony on the downed champion. Rhonda had been caught in this
hold in various fights -- and countless times in practice -- but never had the
pain been so extreme; even Yuki's powerful scissors paled in comparison.
Rhonda was about to tap when Paula released the hold, but Rhonda could not
move, simply trying to collect herself and catch her breath. After a few
seconds, Paula reapplied the hold. Paula applied maximum exertion as her
thighs seemed about to shear the champion in half. Again, within seconds
Rhonda was on the verge of submitting from the excruciating pain emanating
from her stomach. To everyone's surprise, Paula released the hold and stood
up. The former gymnast moved into a headstand right beside Rhonda. The crowd
roared in anticipation. To the shock of everyone, while maintaining the
headstand Paula moved over and placed one hand on each of Rhonda's boobs so
that she was positioned above the downed Rhonda, compressing Rhonda's massive
D-cup tits with her full 160 pound frame. Rhonda shrieked in agony as Paula
towered over her in a perfectly executed headstand. "She's pinned," Paula
beckoned the ref. The crowd was on its feet cheering wildly at this unique
hold that was devastating the champion. The ref started the count. Paula
smiled gleefully as was pinning her foe and winning the match. Paula
maintained perfect technique, fully upright, her toes pointed straight to the
ceiling as Rhonda continued to scream in agony. The count reached 5 with Paula
still perfectly balanced in the handstand. At 7, Rhonda showing her champion
spirit, shifted her hips and raised her right shoulder just enough to stop the
count and unbalance Paula. But showing her gymnastics skills, Paula was able
to regain the headstand on the side of Rhonda, this time with both hands on
the left side of Paula. As soon she rebalanced and brought her legs into the
vertical position , Paula tucked her knees in and came crashing with both
knees into Rhonda's abs. The shriek of pain from Rhonda was defeaning. Clearly
Rhonda's muscles were doing nothing at this point to protect her stomach from
Paula's fierce attacks. Paula stood and looked down at her foe, beaten but
still fighting. Paula quickly scooted over, applying a reverse face sit, her
thong- covered ass completely covering Rhonda's face and her knees trapping
each of Rhonda's massive arms. Then she immediately started firing punches,
rights and lefts in quick succession, down on her battered adversary.
Mercilessly Paula attacked with full power, targetting alternately Rhonda's
battered abs and her magnificent pain-raicked and now bright red melons. Rapid
fire but full force, the punches devastated the downed fighter. Rhonda's abs
could no longer protect her and punch after punch seemed to go through her to
the canvass. Her glorious boobs were devastated by the punches. Paula stopped
firing punches and with each her hands flicked each of Rhonda's nipples.
Rhonda's nips exploded like torpedos, reaching full, hard extension. Rhonda
was humiliated but defenseless. Paula flicked each nip a few more times. Paula
now resumed her fistic attack. She alteranted rights and lefts, switching from
the champion's mush like stomach to her soft mammaries. Rhonda was defenseless
as her body was being punched into oblivion. She tried to free her arms but
Paula had them firmly secured, trapped by her knees. After about 15 punches
landed onto her unprotected anatomy, Rhonda tapped the canvass, surrendering
in a NUWA ring for the first time ever. Paula lifted her butt inches above
Rhonda face. "Kiss my ass," Paula intoned. Rhonda ignored her. "Kiss it good,"
Paula barked and fired yet another a right into Rhonda's abs and a left into
her left boob, compressing the mammary, another right into Rhonda's now
unprotected abs and yet another left into Rhonda's glorious breast that now
seemed to serve as Paula's personal punching bag. Rhonda could not believe
this gorgeous beauty had so destroyed her; she itched to start the fight over
again; she wanted anything but to be in this position; but she also knew that
on this night her opponent had cleaned her clock and would continue to punish
her until she complied with their pre-match bargain. Slowly, ever so slowly,
Rhonda tilted her head upwards, humiliated but reaching up to kiss her
conqueress's tush. But Paula shifted upwards, still pinning Rhonda with her
knees, her ass now just out of reach of Rhonda's lips; Rhonda squirmed but
could not reach her intended target. "I didn't feel a kiss," Paula barked, and
hovering over Rhonda, resumed her destruction by firing off full-powered
punches in rapid succession, right to the tit, left to the tit, right to the
gut, left to the gut, right to the tit, left to the tit. With the ref
hovering, Paula stopped her onslaught and lowered her ass several inches. With
seemingly every part of her body screaming in agony, Rhonda again reached up
with her head, and this time planted a full kiss on her superior adversary's
magnificent derriere. Paula sat back down and gyrated her ass a bit on
Rhonda's face -- an exclamation point to her stunning victory. Rhonda's face
reddened noticably as Paula's thong rubbed against it. Paula rose up and had
her hand raised by the ref, signalling her dominance in this fight. Still with
her hand raised, Paula stepped harshly on Rhonda's right breast, putting most
of her weight on that foot and completely squashing Rhonda's melon. Rhonda
turned white from pain but willed herself not to scream yet again. Noticing
that Rhonda's nipples were no longer erect, having retracted in the face of
the beating her boobs had absorbed, Paula raised her foot slightly but
maintained contact with Rhonda's nipple, which again sprang to attention given
the foot caress. Rhonda was further humiliated but could not control her
independent nipple. Paula looked ravishing, her uncovered breasts jutting out
firmly, as she paraded around the ring, her arms raised in victory, the sweat
accentuating her stunning physique. Her smile was radiant as she seemed to
glow in having extracted such complete revenge. Paula came over to her downed
opponent who had assumed a fetal position and roughly forced her onto her
back. Paula hit a bicep pose that showed off her impressive upper body and
adjusted her thong seductively. The audience continued to cheer wildly,
anticipating the next act. Though her body racked with agony for the
tremendous beating she had taken, Rhonda was defiant, "I hope you make the
finals so we can settle this once and for all. You got lucky this time." Paula
did not reply but stomped harshly on Rhonda's right breast. Three stomps
forced tears of pain out of the downed champion. Again, Paula raised her foot
just enough to caress Rhonda's nip with the sole of her foot, forcing the
nipple up to its full length, and further humiliating Rhonda. Paula laughed,
"I thought you were smart but now I see you are just a dumb, big titted
bimbo." A further breast stomp elicited antoher terrifying shriek from Rhonda.
"You have a big mouth and big tits, but obviously a small brain. I'm looking
forward to taking you apart again in the finals, IF you get that far. IF you
even get out this ring on your power." The audience continued to cheer the
stunning upset and the utter humiliation, almost degradation, of the proud
champion. ____ Rhonda stumbled several times before she was able to reach the
ropes and slip out of the ring. She stood there for a moment, holding on to
the ropes for balance. So damaged were her abs, she also tripped twice walking
back to her dressing room, falling flat. But she prided herself on not needing
assistance to drag herself, minus her top that still lay in the ring, back to
her dressing room. Once there, she sat down in the corner and curled into a
ball, her body ravaged in pain. Donna, Steve, and Ken all stayed away not
knowing how to comfort the defeated champion. After 10 minutes, there was a
knock on the door. Paula walked in twirling Rhonda's bra. Donna, Steve, and
Ken gave Paula a wide berth, looking on anxiously. Paula found her foe, tears
streaming down her face and wetting her massive busom. Paual took Rhonda's
chin and lifted her face up. "I think you forgot something," Paula announced
and handed Rhonda her destroyed bra. "You are still the champ but you are
acting like a chump. You didn't just beat me, you humiliated me. Did you have
to strip me? Did you have to slap my boobs? And you wonder why I was so out
for revenge. You are lucky that is all I did to you, beating the crap out of
your stomach and tits. And even then you issue a challenge! I could've taken
things to your privates, but I'm a lady. But keep this up and I -- or someone
else -- won't be so kind. Remember, most of us here are ladies and this is our
career." Rhonda felt chastised like a 5 year old. She especially remembered
Steph's kind words which the former champ had spoken to her after Rhonda had
destroyed Steph the first time, which Rhonda now realized she had totally
ignored. Looking up at Paula, Rhonda reached up and hugged her. Then Rhonda
unbottoned a few bottons to worship Paula's magnificent rack with her lips.
She admired the woman who had thoroughly kicked her ass, servicing her
thoroughly. And while Paula enjoyed these ministrations, she did nothing to
reciprocate, just rubbing her breasts across Rhonda bruised face. Rhonda
reached out to unbotton Paula's shorts, but Paula pushed her away, "You have
to earn that," she said smiling, asserting her complete dominance -- at least
for this one fight. Rhonda knew that again she was being mocked, but accepted
this further humiliation, as she was seldom rebuffed by a potential lover,
male or female. Paula rose suddenly, for the first time reaching down and
giving each of Rhonda's nipples a harsh pinch. Paua then announced she had to
prepare for her second fight of the night, and telling -- in fact ordering --
Rhonda to make it to the finals for another showdown.___________ Donna, Steve,
and Ken stared in silence. Never had Rhonda taken such a beating -- not even
when she was just starting out. But more so, NEVER had they seen her be
submissive. They each wondered, had Paula taken the edge of Rhonda, had their
prot'g', lover and star fighter been taken down a notch. None wanted to
contemplate which Rhonda would come out for her next fight. Sent comments to
Dale at dalekelso@hotmail.com