BUSINESS AS USUAL (CONT.)
Melissa was awake again, her mind was muddled by the sedatives she had been given. A doctor, areal doctor, not the busy body pathologist, had been in when she was awake earlier and told her neck she had no neck/spine injury, the immobilization brace was removed. She was still trying to put together just what had happened. One thing she did remember was being in a ring with Tracey Carter and eating knees from that bitch. She had never taken a beating like that from anyone, including her old man who was a mean drunk and would take out his frustrations on her mom, until Melissa was in high school and developing her strength in the weight room, as part of soccer and lacrosse training. On more than one occasion she had come to her mother’s defense and taken a beating from the bastard for her troubles. This was until she learned that a solid knee to the crotch was a very effect technique to incapacitate any male. Late in her junior year of high school she had finally had enough, the old man came home drunk and started in on her mom, Melissa drew him away by throwing a book at his head, producing an enraged charge at her, giving her the opening to punt him in the crotch. She pulled him upright by the hair and Screamed “Never again bastard” as she drove her knee into his balls, once, twice and then a third time. This put him down for a series of kicks to the ribs and head. Her mother finally stopped her. The old man moved out the next day. The old man was a drunk, Carter was a cold blooded bitch, and a very strong and skilled adversary. Melissa had not underestimated her foe, she had failed to execute effectively to provide the advantage needed to prevail. In other word’s she gave Carter a fair fight and the amazon bitch beat her ass soundly, and quickly. It came back to her through the fog of sedation, she remembered Livy appearing and intervening. But before Livy’s shouts stopped Tracey Carter, the raven haired amazon delivered a series of blows to Melissa’s ribs, she being defenseless and spread out on the ropes, wide open for the shots. Finally, Carter pulled her, by her hair, from the ropes with Livy now screaming “Stop, dammit stop!” Melissa remembered Carter turning and staring at Livy, asking a question and returning her gaze to Melissa with a smile saying,”I guess it is your lucky day” this before bending her over and delivering a series of vicious knees strikes to Melissa’s face. Melissa could now remember the first two, one battering her mouth, splitting both lips, and the second breaking her nose, the third that apparently fractured several facial bones she did not feel as she must have passed out. Melissa was thirsty and tried to reach for the cup of ice cube ubiquitous to hospital rooms, but it was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly she heard a voice, “Looking for this?”. Damn, Dr. Busybody was back, smiling and no longer in scrubs, those replaced by a sleek one piece little black dress with a plunging neckline displaying ample cleavage. The form fitting garment also showed the Doc had a slim, athletic looking build, and cut at mid-thigh, showed off toned and muscular legs. This was capped by a beautiful, heart shaped face, prominent cheekbones, ice blue eyes and long blond hair. Melissa’s lust kicked into overdrive, thinking if only she could get out of this bed, she would seduce this bitch, and explore every luscious inch of her exceptional body.
“Feeling better?” asked the blonde MD.
“So now you know I am lesbian, have you decided to seduce me rather than interrogate me?” replied Melissa through her bruised and battered lips.
“No, just checking in, we pathologists do have our concern for living patients. But if you have changed your mind, and want to tell me what really happened to you, I am here to listen. You were not in an auto accident, I will bet 20 grand on that. Someone laid a badass beating on you, that I am sure!”
“Gee Doc, I though you got all dressed up to woo me with your feminine charms. You do clean up nicely. I could rock your world you know.”
“Afraid you are not my type,” replied the MD with a smile showing dazzling teeth. “I am off to a hospital charity event. Think about it, we can protect you from whoever did this!”
“Next time I will bring my own protection and I will not be the one in the hospital.”
“Well round one did not go too well for you, given your build and strength it must have been multiple assailants.”
“Only one, and she is all mine when I get out of here!”
“I hope you change your perspective on this, If I can help let me know,” this as she turned and left Melissa in the bed, fuming.
Livy, Tracey, Carol, Caitlyn and Sally were watching the video of the two cheerleaders slugging it out in boxing gloves. Hailey had introduced the women and informed the audience it was a three-round match, each round to be 5 minutes. The winner would be determined by audience support, assuming neither competitor was not knocked out or submitted. With a sly smile, Hailey indicated the women had agreed that the loser would “pay the price” to her nemesis in the post-fight event. The implication was this pay off would not involve cash. Apparently, according to Hailey’s pre-fight narrative, Wendy had been pursuing a Baltimore tight end that was the object of Brandi’s affections. Word was the tight end had found Wendy’s very tight end appealing, much to Brandi’s chagrin.
The two fighters entered the ring separately. The first up was Wicked Wendy of Washington, fresh from the swamp according to Hailey, Wendy was a 5’10” blond who weighted in at 138 lb. and had an impressive 67” reach. Wendy entered the cage wearing a short robe in the Washington team colors. She was barefoot and bouncing on her well toned legs, smiling for the crowd. Next came Brandi the Bruiser of Baltimore, a shorter brunette at 5’6” and 130 lb. Her reach disadvantage was 4 inches. Brandi also wore a short robe, this in Baltimore colors., and she played the crowd posing and bending over to provide a generous view of her assets. Hailey brought the two women to the center of the cage and asked that they both drop their robes. Each woman removed her robe and tossed it to their respective corners. They were decked out in sports bra’s and tight spandex boy shorts to show off their assets.Both had the toned look of pro team cheerleaders, not ripped but well-toned and fit. Brandi had what appeared to be a two cup advantage in breast size.
Hailey; “So ladies, do we have anything to say prior to beginning the fight?”
Brandi; “Wendy the whore can leave now, and show up for the post event if she wants to avoid a beating and embarrassment!”
Wendy; “You mean like the beating I gave you in Baltimore shorty? Lucky security stepped in and saved you weak ass then. You have no backup tonight and I will finish what I started there!”
Brandi; “ After I kick your sorry ass, I will introduce you to what a real woman is in the post fight event, these are real tits not those mosquito bites you call breasts. Why not just get on your knees now and beg for mercy cxnt!”
Wendy; “When I am done tonight, the world will see you are a saline filled fraud, I am gonna deflate those implants. Hope the team provides medical, you are gonna’ need it to replace those bags bitch!”
This infuriated Brandi and she moved to charge the blonde, but Hailey stepped between then and pushing Brandi back said, “Save it for the fight, you may need it later hon.”
Hailey got the two women to their corners where their seconds proceed to tape their hands and put on the 12 oz gloves, pink gloves. At the last second, Brandi turned to her second and instructed her to unclasp her bra and remove it. Staring at her foe she taunted, “ Go ahead Wendy, take yours off bitch, no one will notice!” This produced a roar from the crowd and a smirk from Brandi and her second. Wendy had her second remove her bra and while her breasts were smaller they were quite well formed and stood firm and high on her chest.
Hailey moved to the center of the ring and announced the two fighters, listing their stats. Both women were in their corners bouncing and flailing away, ready to engage each other. Hailey looked to Wndy and asked “Ready” and after repeating this with Brandi yelled”Fight!”
Brandi charged across the ring and began throwing wild haymakers at Wendy. The taller blonde deflected and ducked most of the punches, but the brunette did clip her once on the chin, forcing the blonde to retreat across the ring.
Brandi; “What’s the problem whore? Not so tough huh? Come on and fight bitch, take your whipping!”
Wendy just moved around the ring, saying nothing, positioning herself to Brandi’s left, having seen the shorter fighter favored leading with her right. Wendy then let the brunette close the distance, but this time she was waiting for the wild attack and as Brandi threw another wild haymaker, the blonde stepped inside and ducked the wild swing, positioning herself to deliver a solid right into Brandi’s gut, following with a left hook to the ribs, before dancing away. The gut punch was not debilitating but it did slow the brunette down. Brandi was not working any strategy other than attack and overwhelm and she charged the blonde again, swinging wildly. Wendy backed away avoiding a right from the brunette and then ducked a wild left , catching her foe wide open for a right to the temple, which staggered the brunette, leaving her open for a left jab to the face. This combination did do some damage and Brandi’s second was screaming at her to “Cover up, cover up!” . The brunette did get her gloves up but not in any effective defense as the blonde split the awkwardly extended arms with a crisp left jab that snapped Brandi’s head back. With the brunette now trying to protect her face, Wendy used her reach advantage to attack the ribs digging a left-right combination into her foe with lightning speed before dancing out of range. Brandi did not follow this time as she was gasping for breath and flat footed, a tempting target for the blonde. As Wendy advanced for another attack, Brandi tried to retreat, but the blonde cut her off and slammed a hard left into her temple again. The brunette was now pinned in a corner, and desperately blocking jabs from the long arms of her blonde adversary who felt she was in control and could head hunt for a knockout. Brandi was clearly not schooled in defense and held her arms out but wide enough to let the blonde split her defense with two more hard jabs. Brandi was reeling and then felt the speedy blonde deliver an uppercut to her gut, once twice, three times. The brunette had well developed abs, but she knew this punishment would eventually turn her taught abs to mush, dropping her elbows to protect she was rewarded with another shot to the head as the bell sounded.
Wendy, with an icy smile; “Saved by the bell bitch! Not so tough now are ya! I am just getting started, like I said, I am gonna’ deflate those fake bags, but I may break a rib or two first! Can’t wait for the second round!” as she turned and headed to her corner.
Brandi made her way to her corner slowly and unsteadily, slumping on the stool. Her face was red from the abuse and one eye was showing some swelling where a jab had made a direct hit. “Damn, that bitch can punch!” She commented to her second, another team cheerleader. She was still breathing hard and soaked in sweat. The other cheerleader commented, “ She clearly has boxed before, this is why she wanted you to box her, she knows she has an advantage. You need to wrap her up, keep her from beating on you. She lit you up there in the corner before the bell, don’t get trapped again!”
Across the ring, Wendy’s second was her trainer form her gym, her boxing trainer, and her lover. The tall redhead handed Wendy a water bottle and began massaging her shoulders and upper back. Leaning over she spoke into Wendy’s ear, “Great work babe, the combinations are cutting her up, She has no skills and that last 40 seconds in the corner put the fear into her. You own her, look at her eyes, deer caught in the headlights fear. Now make her your bitch in this round. Same game plan, pick her openings and attack, don’t need to force it. You are soooo fucking hot when you are beating up another woman.”
Brandi was sucking air for most of the 90 second break. She started to feel much better, except for the sore rib cage, and the ache around her right eye, which was slowly swelling. Across the ring the blonde bitch was getting a serious rubdown from her second, and Wendy was giving her an icy smile, like she was ready to devour her foe. Brandi to her second; “ I need to take the fight to her and hurt her fast before she can use that boxing shit to her advantage.” Her second,replied; “ No make her come to you, keep moving, she will get frustrated and make a mistake, but be ready to take advantage of any opening she give up.”
The bell sounded and Wendy vaulted off her stool and rapidly advanced on the brunette as she slowly rose. Brandi had barely take two steps when Wendy started a barrage of crisp jabs, two of which went right down the pipe into the brunette’s swelling right eye, as she was slow to get her defence up. The last two jabs did little damage but Brandi’s ears were ringing from the first two shots. She backed up into her own corner and Wendy took advantage advancing on the brunette glaring at her with the eyes of a hunter about to bag it’s prey. Another pair of crisp jabs snapped out with the blondes left, but Brandi could see them coming a mile away and finally had learned to deflect the blows. Feeling satisfied she began to think about a counter punch when her left side exploded in pain as Wendy dug into her ribs with a powerful shot. The pain shocked the brunette and she immediately reacted and dropped her guard to cover her tender ribs, but she dropped too much opening up a head shot. Wendy responded with two more quick jabs, one to the nose and another landing square in the brunette’s mouth. Brandi was looking through tear filled eyes, the result of the hard shot to the nose, and she could taste the coppery taste of blood from a split lip.
“Come on cxnt, all that talk I thought you could fight, hell the gym speed bags puts up more fight than you. Yeah bitch, those jabs, I WANTED you to see those coming to set up the ribs, gonna’ be a lon night for you cxnt! Or maybe you want to concede right here, get on your knees and kiss my ass in front of everybody. Give it up now before I really hurt you, and I will really put a beating on your skanky ass if you continue!” Wendy was bouncing on the balls of her feet, looking as fresh as she did at the beginning of the fight, except for a light sheen of sweat she had worked up beating Brandi like a punching bag.
Brandi exploded out of her corner, charging at the blonde, throwing wild punches that were either ducked or deflected,. This continued for nearly a minute, with Brandi pursuing the blonde around the ring swinging wildly and finding mostly air. The wild swings began to slow as Brandi was gassed, and the slow shots were now met with crisp decisive counter punches, mostly head shots. One powerful right cross slipped the brunettes chin, snapping her head around, sweat flying off her head. The brunette was dazed and dropped her guard completely leaving her open for Wendy to take any shot she chose, and she chose the large breasts with their large areola surrounding the bullet shaped nipples presenting a target she could not resist. Wendy slammed a straight right into the left tit, smashing it against the brunette’s ribcage and eliciting a scream of nooooooo! This only encouraged the blonde to repeat the punch with a left jab to the right boob, smashing it and getting a FUCK NOOOO! Wendy began to uppercut each breast, alternating from left to right and in 45 seconds she had the brunette wailing screaming and sobbing her misery. As Wendy battered Brandi’s chest, she was also driving her back against the cage until finally there was no retreat for the beleaguered brunette, her back pinned to the cage. Each punch Wendy delivered was accompanied by a yelp or moan from the brunette, who was thoroughly lit up at this stage. Wendy began dragging her gloves across the large and extended nipples of her adversary with each assault.
“OOOOWWWOWW YOU FUCKING CXNT” moaned Brandi as she absorbed a shot to her left breast.
“Hey bitch, here’s some more!” responded the blonde slamming a straight left into Brandi’s right tit.
“EEEEEEOOOOOOWW”, I am gonna kill you!” gasped the brunette beauty.
This produced a killer look from Wendy as she pinned Brandi’s right shoulder to the cage with her left glove and began to bury uppercuts into her well developed abs, eliciting a “ummmph” followed by a pathetic moan with each assault. The blonde had beaten Brandi’s chest into a bruised mess, now she was intent on destroying the other prized part of her anatomy, her abs. She wanted to use the brunette bitch as a heavy bag, but if she removed the glove pinning her , Wendy was sure the bitch would collapse.
“You are wearing me out bitch, are you going to kill me from exhaustion! Cause I am just beating your ass and you do NOTHING! Come on give me a little workout here, fight or quit! Just say the word and get on your knees kiss my pussy and tell everyone you are Wendy’s bitch and I will knock you out quick, otherwise we got another round left and I am having fun!” spat Wendy.
The six body blows had taken all the will out of Brandi, she just wanted out of the cage; “Pleeeease, stop, no more,” coughing spasmodically “Tell me, cough, what,cough you want, anything just,cough, let me go! “ Sobbing now in spasms.
Wendy removed her glove that pinned the beaten brunette to the cage and let her collapse onto her hands and knees, she backed into the center of the cage and yelled, “COME TO ME BITCH, CRAWL OVER HERE, TELL THE WORLD THAT I OWN YOU AND YOU ARE MY BITCH, MY PROPERTY AND BEG TO KISS MY ASS, SAY PLEASE WENDY LET ME KISS YOUR ASS!” Wendy began unlacing her gloves with her teeth, a sight that made her appear all the more dominant.
Brandi slowly crawled to the center of the cage where her nemesis awaited. Wendy rewarded the effort by placing a foot between the beaten brunette’s shoulder blades and forcefully driving her into a flat position. She removed Brandi’s gloves as the brunette lay on the mat still in pain and sobbing into the cage floor. Using her foot Wendy rolled her vanquished foe onto her back and pulled on the spandex boy shorts dragging them down her legs. Brandi began to protest and tried to prop herself up on one arm, she could have saved the effort as Wendy moved quickly at the first sign of resistance. Grabbing a fist full of brunette hair in her left fist, she delivered a right to Brandi’s jaw; “Gonna’ be my bitch you cxnt?” Before slamming another fist into the side of the brunette’s head. “Well, are you my bitch or not whore?” Slamming a third shot flush in her mouth, splitting her lower lip.
“No more, no more, I am your bitch, please let me be your bitch!”
“Damn girl, I was hoping you wanted to fight some more, wanna fight, huh, wanna lace’em up for another round. Because I sure do, beating your ass is a real turn on!”
“No, take the shorts they are yours, my ass is yours, please!” Wendy reached down and removed the spandex garment from Brandi’s legs.
Wendy glared at the beaten girl, “You have one last task, you know what it is!” She grabbed two fist full’s of hair and hoisted Brandi to her knees then turning she slid her own shorts down to expose her very taught, well-shaped ass. “Now what were your instructions?” Backing her ass into the brunette’s face. Most men and many women in the audience would have traded places with Brandi.
“Please, may I kiss your ass?”
“You may kiss each cheek, then I want that tongue and nose in the crack!”
Brandi placed a firm kiss on each ass cheek, and then buried her face into her conqueror’s ass. Wendy reached back, grabbing brunette hair with both hands and began shaking her ass like she was doing a cheer routine. Finally the blonde turned, drove a foot into Brandi’s already aching chest, forcing her flat on her back. Wendy placed one foot on the brunette’s tits, pressing until she heard a groan for her prey, and did a double bicep pose, smiling at her lover across the cage.
“Well, you see the activity that they were engaged in” commented Caitlyn. The video continued to roll in the background.
“I am still unclear on how this impacts my banking relationship. Why is Valentine so insistent that Melissa and Hailey be involved in our loan discussions?” queried Livy.
“I believe we need to fast forward to the final bout of this event to show you that connection” replied Caitlyn. Livy responded with a perplexed glance while Tracy was intently staring at the screen as the next two contestants and their seconds were introduced.
