Rhonda's Third National Tournament: Quarterfinal #1
By dalekelso@hotmail.com



After winning her fight against Tina, Rhonda learned that she had in fact
qualified for the quarterfinals. Yuki, Paula and Rhonda all finished 3-1 in
their group, and all made the playoff round as Clara, who finished second to
Stephanie, could not continue given her damaged knee. So the quarterfinals
would consist of: Candi (4-0 in this tournament and still holding on to #1
ranking in world) Rhonda (3-1 in this tournament, and #2 in the world rankings
only due to 4 tournaments counting toward the rankings and she had competed --
and won -- only two) Julie (4-0 in this tournament and #3 in the world
rankings by virtue of beating Steph in the last two tournaments to claim third
place in each after Steph had been beaten soundly -- to say the least -- by
Rhonda in each semi-final) Stephanie (4-0 in this tournament and #4 in the
world rankings but formerly #1) Veronica (3-1 in this tournament and #5 in the
world rankings, who Rhonda had defeated in each of the last two tournaments)
Paula (3-1 in this tournament and #10 in the world rankings, but the only
woman to beat Rhonda in an NUWA ring) Yuki (3-1 in this tournament and
unranked in the world rankings) Audrey (3-1 in this tournament and unranked in
the world rankings given that she is a rookie)

Rhonda had taken Tina back to her condo for a night of revelry. The two strong
savage fighters turned into passionate lovers, caressing each other's muscles
and every other part of each other's muscular physiques. Tina -- to Rhonda's
surprise and delight -- coaxed more orgasms out of the defending champ than
even Candi had.

Now Rhonda was back at the arena, lying face first on a training table located
in the room. Steve began to massage her back and leg muscles. Donna was
explaining that Andy Anderson had changed the structure of the quarterfinals;
instead of set brackets, all eight women would be entered in the pool and
pairings would be pulled from a bowl before each fight. Also breaking with
tradition, each woman would be present at the fights. As Rhonda knew most of
her possible opponents well from prior fights, Donna concentrated on Julie, a
fiery redhead who many considered the prettiest (Rhonda was acclaimed by
virtually all to be the sexiest) wrestler; Julie had been heard to utter to
all who would listen that she could not wait to fight Rhonda. Julie's
strengths lay in her stamina, defensive ability combined with high pain
threshold, amazing scissors and vicious striking, particularly an upper cut
that had destroyed many an opponent's core. Audrey was a 20 year old college
student who had won a college wrestling championship and was a top wrestler
but not yet a brawler; she had finished 3-1, losing only to Julie in a long,
hard match that Julie had finally won with a crushing head scissors.

As Donna finished the scouting report, Steve turned Rhonda to her back to
massage her legs and midsection. Her six-pack abs loved to feel his hands work
them into a muscle frenzy. Though Steve was a professional, these totally nude
sessions never failed to arouse him, and Rhonda loved to see the results of
her effect on him. A massive bulge was present as he worked to relax her
muscles. Steve finished his job by gently caressing her nipples, applying only
light pressure given the beatings her boobs had received in this tournament.
Rhonda's nipples responded as only hers do, breaking forth at almost a full
inch in length and nearly as wide. Rhonda rolled to her side and quickly
released Steve's rod from his pants. Rhonda gently placed it in her mouth and
sucked. Although Rhonda always transferred it to Donna, Steve's husband,
Rhonda had asked Donna for permission to complete the act, saying she needed
some cock after tasting so much womanhood the night before; Donna readily
complied given their open relationship and Rhonda's insatiable sexual appetite
in the midst of fighting. Donna had also told Rhonda to expect a massive load
as Steve had blue balls from watching Rhonda and Donna's topless boxing
workout the night before, which Donna had refused to service. Seconds later,
Steve released his load, and Rhonda took it all in and moaned with pleasure.
But Steve stayed hard and Rhonda kept sucking. Sensing another impending
release, Rhonda this time transferred the rod to Donna who expertly serviced
her husband's second explosion in a matter of minutes. Steve reciprocated by
eating Donna and the three partners in Rhonda's wrestling odyssey sighed in
contentment.

Rhonda pulled on a tiny thong and put on her favorite little outfit, one 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 almost always protruded
quite noticeably through the thin material -- no bra there -- 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. More than one guy had shot
his load staring at this delicious little number, hence her private nickname
for her favorite red dress. Donna reminded Rhonda that the rumors were
circulating that she had flamed out, that she was on the downhill given her
tough fights so far in the tournament and her one massive wooping at the hands
(and feet of Paula). Rhonda had clearly lost the advantage of instilling fear
in her opponents. Donna urged Rhonda to come out fast, inflict maximum damage
and quickly go for a convincing submission to reassert her position as the
fighter who came out hard and took no prisoners. Rhonda told promised to put
her libido on hold -- at least until her opponent had submitted. Rhonda was
determined to not only win, but win convincingly, no matter who she fought.

Rhonda followed Candi into the fighting arena, in which a ring was surrounded
by 200 or so plush chairs. Candi too was dressed to impress with a tight
fitting black dress shaped to reveal her awesome body, 175 pounds of highly
toned muscle on her 5'6" frame with amazing D tits. She had come to this
tournament in the greatest shape of her life, determined to prove she deserves
her #1 ranking, and with a goal of finally beating the defending champion. So
far each of Candi's four opponents had tasted quick defeat, none lasting more
than 5 minutes against this powerhouse.

Stephanie followed Rhona, wearing a body-clinging blue number that left
nothing to the imagination. Though less busty than Rhonda and Candi, Steph was
quite a looker and in magnificent shape, determined to climb back up the
rankings. Steph radiated feminine power. These three clearly knew how to make
men stare!

Julie came next, wearing tight fighting spandex shorts that showed off her
amazing ass and a see-thorugh top that revealed a blue bikini top. Not dressy,
but certainly pleasing to the eye.

The other women followed, dressed in a variety of outfits, ranging from loose
fitting dresses to workout gear. Rhonda marveled how much they had to learn.

Andy Anderson entered the ring and quickly pulled two pieces of paper from the
bowl. The first name he read was Julie's. Loud applause greeted the popular
fighter, especially the assembled Irish who were hoping their favorite would
break through to the finals after six trips to the semis where she regularly
lost to Candi (most recently) and Stephanie (previously). Andy gasped as he
opened the second paper and then called out Rhonda. Number 2 against number 3,
in the quarters and the first fight. The crowd rose to applaud this unexpected
showdown.

The two fighters quickly rose and entered the ring. Andy called them together.
Before he could say anything, Rhonda took matters into her own hands (or
rather mouth). "I hear you WANT to fight me." Non-plussed, the red-headed
beauty replied simply, "Yep." "That shows you are one big dummy. You might GET
to fight me. But NOBODY in their right mind would EVER WANT to fight me."
After promising to give Julie a wrestling lesson, Rhonda challenged Julie to a
submissions only -- no pins match, to which Julie readily agreed. Julie
clearly was not intimidated. Rhonda then suggested a topless fight, but Julie
declined, "I might be a fighter, but I'm also a lady.," raising the ire of the
defending champion.

As they returned to their corners, Julie quickly stripped down to a revealing
-- but by recent NUWA standards, conservative -- blue bikini. Her 5'10", 176
pound physique looked spectacular. Her long muscular legs looked lethal and
her abs clearly showed her overall strength. And her jugs jutted out
noticeably, rounding out the picture of a magnificent female specimen.

Rhonda waited for Julie to finish unclothing, before looking into the audience
and inviting a handsome man to the edge of the ring. Turning her back, she
asked him, "Be a dear and unzip me." The audience roared in appreciation as
the dress came off and Rhonda stepped out of it, revealing the topless amazon
dressed only in a small thong. The man started to leave, but Rhonda called him
back, took each of his hands and placed them lightly on each of her breasts.
As he caressed the massive orbs, Rhonda moaned in satisfaction and her nipples
shot out like torpedoes. Again, the crowd exploded as Rhonda could always be
counted on to put on the best show -- even before the fight started. The man
left, a massive bulge and stain clearly visible.

Having clearly won the support of the crowd, Rhonda turned back to face Julie.
At the sound of the bell, Rhonda charged across the ring. Rhonda met Julie
only a step or two from Julie's corner. As they jostled, Rhonda was able to
quickly push Julie to the corner. Rhonda stepped forward and brought her knee
up and deposited it firmly into Julie's abdominals. The attack hit solid
muscle but the gasp that came involuntarily from Julie told Rhonda that the
first bit of damage had been done. Rhonda continued the assault, firing more
knees in rapid succession, weakening her foe's chiseled abs with each
succeeding strike. The crowd began to yell out the count as Rhonda's knee
turned Julie's mid-section into jelly. 9, 10 times Rhonda pounded Julie with
her powerful leg. Having absorbed a quick but savage pounding, Julie sagged
against Rhonda's shoulders, Rhonda stepped back and let her fall to the
canvas.

Rhonda stepped back to the center of the ring seductively fixing her hair and
adjusting her thong. Her massive biceps flared, showing that this stunning
beauty was also incredibly powerful. Rhonda had a plan to take Julie apart one
body part at a time -- she was intent on destroying and humiliating this woman
who WANTED to fight her. Rhonda stepped forward as Julie started to rise and
grabbed her opponent's bikini bottom and pulled the red-head to her feet,
changing her bikini bottom into a make-shift thong. Rhonda wrapped her python
arms around Julie's waist, lifting her off the mat. Rhonda stepped forward and
drove Julie's shoulders toward the floor. The ring shook as the Irish fighter
forcefully impacted the canvas. As Julie lay stunned, Rhonda took a step
forward, leaped in the air, and crashed knee-first into Julie's already
weakened abs. As Rhonda's nearly 200 pound frame impacted Julie's already
battered stomach, an ear-piercing scream echoed through the arena, a sign that
Julie was so far on the receiving end of a titanic beating.

As Julie lay stunned, Rhonda turned her over and grabbed hold of Julie's
ankle. With a massive yank, Rhonda forced Julie's left ankle toward her head.
The pain was excruciating as her entire left leg burned as it was pulled in an
unnatural direction. Julie screamed in agony. Pressuring the hold, Rhonda
said, "Please don't give up yet. We haven't even been fighting two minutes."

Rhonda pulled on the leg until Julie's toes were practically touching her ear.
Rhonda kept the hold for another 10seconds before releasing it and grabbing
Julie's right arm. Keeping Julie pinned face first to the canvass, Rhonda
proceeded to bend that appendage in many painful ways. Julie was in agony, but
Rhonda stopped short of dislocating the elbow or shoulder, wanting the fight
to continue. But the champion's attacks were highly effective, rendering her
opponent's the arm virtually useless and eliciting more screams from her
foe/practice dummy.

Again turning Julie's bikini into a thong, Rhonda lifted Julie off the floor.
Rhonda quicly snatched Julie's body up and over her head. She lifted over 175
pounds as if it were only 50, showing no strain in hoisting her opponent high
in the air. Rhonda stepped forward and drove her body down to the mat. Once
again, the ring shook violently as Julie's body bounced up off the mat. Rhonda
repeated the manuever. Every muscle group exploded with power threatening to
rip through her skin as she held her humiliated opponent high over her head.
Three more times the Irsih red-head was dropped almost 8 feet to the mat.

Covered in heavy sweat, Rhonda's body had never looked so powerful, so sexy.
Each muscle group was pumped to its maximum; however, her long, curly brunette
hair, supple breasts, and beautiful face reminded everyone in the arena that
this was a woman inflicting the beating and bestowing agony on her brazen foe.
After a full 30 seconds, Julie staggered to her feet. Rhonda stepped in the
middle of the ring to again attack her foe. Before Rhonda could engage, Julie
fired a cross right into Rhonda's core. Given that Rhonda had badly hurt
Julie's lead (left leg), right arm and shoulder (main power source), the punch
simply bounced off of Rhonda's abs, which served as a tremendous defensive
shield. that . Julie repeated the move with similar -- i.e., no -- impact.
Realizing how Rhonda had sapped her right-handed power, Julie immediately
reared back and threw a left uppercut that exploded fully into Rhonda's right
tit, sending it flying upwards. This one clearly hurt the champ and Rhonda
staggered back. Julie followed up with a short right cross into Rhonda's other
melon, but this had much less impact as Julie's right arm was clear lacking in
power given Rhonda's attacks so far in the match. Undeterred, Julie followed
up by another devastating left upper cut to Rhonda's now burning right orb,
again sending it upward and literally having it hit Rhonda in the face. Rhonda
staggered back again, her back hitting the ropes.

Rhonda was momentarily dazed by this brutal attack and leaned back against the
ropes. Julie continued pounding away, her right having little impact but her
left landing solidly on Rhonda's core and right boob. Clearly hurt, Rhonda's
countless hours of training paid off, and almost by instinct she moved to her
right. Julie quickly followed, but this subtle move gained Rhonda precious
seconds to clear her head. Rhonda absorbed another boob punch before she was
able to move to the center of the ring. There, Rhonda engaged in a striking
contest, something few dared do against the fiery red-head. Throwing defense
to the wind, Rhonda absorbed several uppercuts that forced her to step back.
But then one of her punches landed solidly on Julie's core. As the challenger
sagged just a bit, Rhonda fired a right-left-right combo to Julie's gut. Julie
may have been the more accomplished striker, but Rhonda was proving to be the
heavier puncher. As the last right exploded into her abs mere inches above her
bikini bottom, Julie collapsed.

Rhonda did not just want to win, she wanted to dominate her foe and humiliate
her. Rhonda roughly kicked Julie, forcing her onto her back. Rhonda dropped
down. Rhonda placed her massive legs atop Julie's arms, pinning her to the
mat. Rhonda then gently rubbed her ass over the Irish woman's face. The ref
started to count the pin, but Rhonda quickly reminded her that this was a
submissions only match. After a few more shakes of her backside contacted
Julie's face, Rhonda reared back and fired a massive punch into Julie's
unprotected stomach. Taking her time, Rhonda slowly repeated the attack three
times. Not only could Julie not deflect these blows, but this was the exact
area Rhonda had already severely weakened earlier. Then, taking a play out of
Clara's playbook, Rhonda leaned forward and fired an elbow into Julie's gut,
again mere inches above her bikini bottom. Sensing no protection from her
foe's destroyed core, Rhonda waited 15 seconds for Julie's screams to subside
and repeated the move; to Rhonda it felt like her elbow only stopped when it
impacted the canvass; she knew that Julie's core was gone. As Julie lay
deathly still, Rhonda reached down and pulled the front of Julie's bikini up a
few inches. Quickly releasing it, she laughed, "Hey guys, the drapes do match
the carpeting. She really is a red head." The audience roared in laughter, and
Rhonda could virtually feel Julie's humiliation. Rhonda was on the verge of
exploding as she was dominating yet another woman, this one ranked #3 in the
world. Rhonda leaned back and rubbed her ass cheeks forcefully on Julie's head
then quickly bounced to her feet. She paraded around the ring, her glistening
body a sight to behold, feminine beauty, strength and fighting ability rolled
into on sexually explosive body.

Stephanie leaned over to Candi and said, "Shit, she's in amazing form. I don't
remember anyone ever dominating another fighter this thoroughly." Candi
responded, laughing, "Not since Rhonda destroyed you last tournament."
Stephanie blushed, "I think she's gotten better if that is possible. And
meaner -- she's destroying Julie." Candi concluded, "I agree. Julie is done
but I don't think Rhonda's done yet. Enjoy the show!"

As Julie again barely staggered to her feet, Rhonda slowly approached and
raised her arms to invite a test of strength. Julie cautiously approached. The
two combatants slowly raised their arms and locked hands and both focused
their vision on the others eyes. Rhonda felt her groin get very wet as Julie's
eyes showed the pain and humiliation she had already suffered in the short
duration of this match. Arms bulged with power as hands gripped tightly
together. Almost immediately Julie began to struggle as her core had been
damaged so badly by Rhonda's knees, fists and elbows, not to mention 8 foot
drops. Julie closed her eyes to try and summon more strength, but her muscles
in her arms began to quiver. Rhonda had a wide smile on her face as she slowly
rolled her hands forward and forced Julie's wrists to bend backward. A look of
pain shot across Julie's face as her wrists were being bent back toward the
floor, further exciting the champion. Julie's knees buckled, and she slid down
Rhonda's body and brushed her breasts with her face. Rhonda felt her thong
become very moist, as the domination of another woman, and the reaction of
crowd drove her into a sexual frenzy. The sight of one powerful muscle woman
on her knees, facing another who is in a dominating position over her, made
some of the crowd lose it.

Rhonda forced Julie further toward the mat. As her head reached the level of
Rhonda's pubic area, Rhonda stepped forward and over Julie's shoulders,
locking Julie's head between Rhonda's massive thighs. Julie found herself face
to crotch as she suddenly felt the incredible force of Rhonda's quads around
her neck and head. Rhonda sensually rotated her hips forcing Julie's face to
stimulate her. Rhonda carefully timed her actions to release the hold enough
to allow Julie to get adequate air to stay conscious. Rhonda wanted Julie to
feel this torture, and to know that Julie had pleasured her with her face!

Rhonda again let Julie to about reach the point of passing out, before
releasing the hold. Julie flopped down to the mat. Julie's arms were gone, her
face was beat red from rubbing against the fabric of Rhonda's thong. Rhonda
pulled Julie back to her feet by her bright red hair. Rhonda forced Julie's
face back into service as she rubbed Julie's face hard into her thong, driving
herself to the verge of orgasm.

Rhonda again let Julie fall to the mat again. Rhonda stepped back and slowly
pulled her thong down and off her body. A very thin patch of pubic hair topped
her love canal, which was sopping wet and ready to explode. Rhonda sat down on
top of Julie's head and roughly powered her glutes on and around her face. The
ref again started to count until Rhonda not too pleasantly reminded her of the
agreed upon rules. Rhonda stimulated herself a bit more before her whole body
shuttered in an explosive orgasm. Many in the crowd lost it at that time as
well -- the right of "Cumming with Rhonda" becoming a tradition.

Coming down from her sexual explosion, Rhonda slid back revealing Julie's face
-- it was a mess reflecting the rubbing from Rhonda's ass, thong, and womanly
lips, as well as copious amounts of Rhonda's juices. Rhonda contemplated her
next move when Julie sobbed weakly, "Please stop." "Don't you WANT to fight
me?" Rhonda asked. A very quiet "no" came out of Julie's lips. "Do you WANT a
rematch?" Again, a barely audible "no" was the answer. She was done. Her will
to fight was gone.

Rhonda leaned her nude body over Julie, strategically placing her breasts over
the red-head's face. Rhonda spent the next 30 seconds alternately whipping
Julie with her magnificent breasts or teasingly caressing the beaten fighter
with her elongated nipples. Tears streamed from Julie's eyes as her body was
ravaged by pain and humiliation.

Rhonda lowered her body down until her nipple found contact with Julie's lips.
Julie looked beseechingly at Rhonda but Rhonda simply glared. Julie knew what
she had to do and took each of Rhonda's nips into her mouth and suckled them.
Rhonda felt another release and exploded as Julie continued to kiss Rhonda's
breasts. Rhonda sat up and let her love juice flow onto Julie's bruised and
battered abs. She got up and let the referee raise her hand. The humiliation
was complete and Rhonda was on to the semis in commanding fashion. As Rhonda
paraded around the ring with her arm raised in victory, her entire magnificent
body in full display, Candi whispered to Stephanie, "I pity the women who have
to fight her in the next two rounds." Please send comments to Dale Kelso at
dalekelso@hotmail.com