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Going Underground

By Wolfboy

Lizzie wins a fight and receives an offer

I could tell that Jemma and Beth were both buzzing with the anticipation of the fight we would be taking in soon as they got out of the car when we pulled up outside a disused factory in an industrial estate at the edge of town. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and this place would usually be well deserted by this time of evening. Not today though, because while the factory was disused for it’s original purpose, today this was definitely not the case as it was pressed into action for the alternate purpose of acting as a venue for an intriguing underground fight. After Jemma had won a fight recently enough, her opponent Maddie had mentioned the fight as she knew some of the people helping to promote it. Jemma had bought four tickets more or less on the spot, and now here we all were. Instructions had been to dress smartly for what was then going to be a down and dirty fight in this grimy setting. Taking that to heart, I’d dusted off my tuxedo, Jemma and Beth had both got similar sequinned cocktail dresses, green for Jemma and red for Beth, each pairing them with black high heels. The only difference in style between the two dresses was that Beth’s had one long sleeve while Jemma’s was strappy. And then there was Emma who wore a trouser suit, if it could really be described as such. She wore a black body suit over which she had a long sleeved jumpsuit that was made entirely of two layers of subtly sequinned mesh. Add another pair of high heels and I felt like I was walking into the slightly surreal setting with a trio of Amazonian Bond Girls…

In some ways, it felt rather like a fight straight from the big screen as well, because the setup was totally intriguing. It would see a catfighter take on an MMA fighter, but under no rules other than having to force the other to submit the match. Add to that a winner takes all purse for the fight, and the action was guaranteed to be intense I thought. As we entered the factory, we had no idea who the two fighters would be. That would change soon enough, but not before we’d been via the pop up bar to get drinks and caught up with a few people that we knew from the local fight scene. Circulating amongst the crowd, we started to become more aware of the setting for the fight as well. It used the structure of this disused factory perfectly, basing the fight in an old vehicle inspection pit. At the centre of the pit was an area probably 30 feet long and 10 feet wide that had been covered in thin dark green wrestling mats. At the edges of the 6 foot deep pit, the smooth concrete walls had been covered in those same thin mats. A set of steps led down into the pit from each end, and we imagined that a fighter would enter from each end. While the crowd started to gather around the edges of the pit, we secured a spot towards the centre while Jemma and Beth wandered in the direction of a makeshift bookmakers table. They returned a little while later with broad grins on their faces to take up a position on the rail around the pit with us before conveying the news from the bookmaker.

‘They’re taking all sorts of bets, and the MMA fighter is the favourite to win.’ Jemma told us. ‘The minimum you can bet is £20 and I decided to bet on the catfighter to win and make the MMA fighter cum in the process. It was 10/1 after all!’ she smiled.

‘And I decided to bet on the MMA fighter to win by submission inside 10 minutes, which was 5/1’ Beth told us. ‘I think her training will tell’ she pointed out.

‘What do you think Mum?’ Jemma asked.

‘For what it’s worth girls, I think it’s a fight that’s going to have a tipping point in it’ Emma told them. As both looked at her a little confused, she continued ‘I think that the MMA fighter is the logical front runner assuming they’re both evenly matched physically. But has she ever had her hair pulled, her tits mauled or fought with fingers in her pussy before? My bet would be that she dominates the opening, and it’ll really depend on what stage the catfighter’s tactics can start to get to her. She’ll be getting hurt in ways she’s not used to, it’s just whether those tactics tip the fight in her direction soon enough or not’ she explained.

‘Well I guess we’ll learn soon enough’ I pointed out, spotting that an MC had walked down one set of steps into the centre of the fight pit, accompanied by a tough looking female referee who was definitely in the heavyweight category. I guess the organisers felt that they needed someone in the enforcer mode of referee if it came down to it. Either way, something of a hush descended over the crowd in the factory, who huddled around the edge of the pit to watch the action unfold now.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ the MC began, addressing the smartly attired crowd. ‘This will be a no time limit, anything goes fight to a submission or a stoppage at the referees discretion. There will be no breaks in the action, and there should be no weapons used, other than those our two fighters wear into the pit this evening.’ He paused there for a moment, allowing the stipulations to permeate through the crowd for a moment before going on. ‘It is a fight with a clash of styles between a professional MMA fighter and a catfighter who is at home on the mats or in a back alley brawl. But which of our two fighters will prevail?’ he asked, as the crowd around the edge of the pit all wondered the same thing. Now the lights inside the factory all went out before a single spotlight picked out the first of the two fighters as she made her way down the steps into the pit. As she came into our view, we realised that it was Lizzie, the woman we had seen handle Sammy in that fight in the clearing in the park. She looked confident, brazenly walking on to the mats in a small, tight fitting leopard print string bikini. She was barefoot, clearly had her nails nice and sharp as she flashed the black painted talons to the crowd, and then simply went and leaned against the wall of the pit, the single spot light still picking her out.

At that point, a second spotlight came on, pointing towards the other end of the pit from where the MMA fighter would appear. Once more, the spotlight tracked her unseen progress towards the pit before she came into our line of sight, making her way down the steps to join Lizzie on the mats in the pit. This was no fighter to be taken lightly it was clear as she strutted on to be mats, a black woman with long black hair currently controlled in a ponytail, she wore the tightest of white sports bras to keep her pert breasts under control and a pair of the smallest black hotpants that only went to accentuate her washboard abs and powerfully muscled thighs. Her hands were lightly wrapped in protective black bandages we could see as she walked barefoot across the mats to lean on the opposite wall, idly eyeing up Lizzie as she did so. The spotlight seemed to help pick out a small black tattoo on her left shoulder as it shone on her dark skin that looked like it may have been very lightly oiled prior to the match.

Now the MC began to introduce the two fighters, both of whom eyed each other still, perhaps searching the other for weaknesses even before the fight began. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce the two fighters. First of all wearing leopard print is our catfighter, Lizzie. Lizzie is 5 feet 6 inches tall, 147lbs with 36D breasts. And wearing black and white is our MMA fighter Aurora. Aurora is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 141lbs with 36B breasts. Ladies, follow the instructions of the referee and get ready to fight!’ the MC said as he started to leave the mats, the referee quickly calling the two women to the centre of the mats for final instructions. ‘You both understand the rules ladies. Get ready for the bell and come out fighting’ she told them.

‘I’m going to break you, cunt’ Lizzie told Aurora quietly before she turned back to her side of the mats, confident in herself. Aurora just smiled, a little bemused at the bravado of this woman that she felt sure she had all the physical tools to demolish. She was younger, fitter, stronger and even though she was a few pounds lighter, with her muscle tone, she looked to be the bigger woman too. She eyed Lizzie with a look of disdain, then turned on her heels back to the opposite side of the mats, her ponytail flicking through the air following her sharp turn. As soon as she reached the wall, she turned and the bell rang, leading Lizzie to make a quick rush from the wall to swarm the black girl and corral her back there against the opposite wall of the pit. Immediately there was frustration for Lizzie though as Aurora hooked her arms to stop her from flailing away with her fists. An early example of the skills coming into play for the MMA fighter then who calmly started to deliver some Muay Thai style knees into Lizzie’s body. In response, Lizzie tried to squirm her arms free of the grasp Aurora held them in, unsuccessfully it seemed until the black girl pushed her away a little, gaining separation to rock her with a thunderous slap to the face. It may have been delivered open handed as Aurora wisely looked to protect her knuckles this early in the contest, but it carried plenty of force to push Lizzie back from the wall. Slightly flat footed as she recovered from that, Lizzie faced an athletic opponent up on her toes, bouncing into range to punish her with another heavy handed combination of slaps to the face. Lizzie was reeling in the opening moments as she swung with a slashing right hand to the body, dodged with apparent ease by Aurora before she used her long powerful legs to bury a kick into Lizzie’s side.

The catfighter groaned as it landed, forced into retreat early on by the skills and speed of the MMA fighter who looked supremely confident. That groan was clearly audible amongst the hushed atmosphere in the early going, the crowds attention firmly on the battle below them in the pit. It was all Aurora just now too; Lizzie may have landed a slap here and there in these opening moments, but they were glancing blows, delivered from the back foot, seeming to bounce of her hard bodied opponent. Aurora made her pay for it too, bending her knees to deliver a hard punch to the belly to drive Lizzie back to the wall, gasping loudly for breath here. The crowd certainly feared a quick ending I think at that point, but Aurora was happy to show-boat a little for a moment, bouncing on her toes as she delivered a couple of lighter slaps to the face, taunting ‘come on, break me bitch!’

‘Cocky cunt’ Lizzie muttered under her breath, as Aurora skipped back out of range as she swung for her again. So far, Lizzie was doing little other than tiring herself with wasted effort, while there was very little in the way of wasted motion from the athletic black woman. Dancing into range again she cuffed Lizzie around the ear with a heavy right handed slap. Lizzie staggered a little to her left from that blow, and again those long and powerful legs came into use as Aurora landed another kick to the side. Lizzie was reeling, but her eyes stayed sharp, almost as if she was trying to decode this complex and different puzzle that was in front of her tonight. She had to weather a storm, and it was a storm that rolled in quickly again with Aurora driving her back to the wall in something of a bull rush move. In this instance, the wall of the pit doubled for the wall of the cage where Aurora liked to do the majority of her damage in fights. Here those tactics included a couple of Muay Thai knees to the sides to soften Lizzie up some more before a couple of slaps to the face. All of her blows were pin point accurate and delivered with ill intent which Lizzie couldn’t afford to keep taking unanswered. Aurora switched to the body, and Lizzie showed she was learning, defending well with an elbow tucked in at her side to catch the punch that came. Then in her first real success of the fight, she simply stamped on Aurora’s toes, forcing the black girl to hobble away to the centre of the mats for a moment as she looked to shake that sudden pain off. Lizzie made no attempt to follow her though, staying in against the wall, and flipping her middle finger at the black fighter as she waited for her to come back in.

Aurora didn’t need long to accept that challenge either as she was quickly up on her toes again, bouncing into range to target Lizzie with another kick to the stomach. That struck home, Lizzie desperately shifting her hips to the side to dodge the very worst of it only to be rocked with a lightning fast two slap combination to the face. Off balance, Lizzie found herself clasped around the head, almost in the grip of a Muay Thai fighter as she started to taste those knees to the body once more. These were sapping blows being delivered by Aurora at the cost of getting her hair grabbed for the first time in a fight as she complained ‘hey!’, then took the wind out of Lizzie with another knee to the body. Lizzie groaned; she was reeling against this hard hitting, athletic, black woman, but felt for the first time that she’d bothered her at least with the hair attack. She reached for that again, only to be swept off her feet, up and over Aurora’s hip as it was thrust into her as the black girl completed a judo throw of sorts. Lizzie crashed heavily to the thin mats, Aurora landed on top of her to make sure she was just that little bit more winded, then she transitioned to trap Lizzie in a side head scissors. No ordinary one either, her power packed thighs going to full power as they rippled with intent, choking and crushing Lizzie almost straight away.

‘NNNGGGHHHH!’ Lizzie bemoaned as she felt that crushing scissor hold and her hands went to Aurora’s thighs, trying to ease the pressure somehow. There was no give in the iron hard thighs of the black woman though it appeared at first as she mocked ‘give up bitch, you won’t break my grip!’

That looked to be an accurate claim from Aurora as Lizzie struggled to make any impact on the tightly applied scissor hold. Unlike Aurora’s usual opponents though, Lizzie did have some additional techniques up her sleeve, using her nails to some effect to claw at those powerful thighs. ‘Hey!’ Aurora complained again, though she subdued Lizzie again for now with a sharp right hand to the body quickly enough, and continued to punish with the scissors. ‘Fucking cunt!’ Lizzie moaned beneath her breath, forced to soak up more punishment in the early going now. She was identifying the weakness in Aurora’s game under these rules though; the MMA girl seemed to be predictably uncomfortable with some of her catfighting tactics. ‘AAAGGHHH!’ Lizzie moaned loudly again though as she felt those powerful legs continuing to crush her each time Aurora flexed them. She knew that she couldn’t afford to be in this position for long with Aurora working on her, sending those hard right hands into her body at every opportunity. She eyed her up, looking for the cattiest way she could attack this tough black amazon. Then she struck, giving Aurora no warning as she eased those tight hotpants aside, and gave her an oil check with a thumb up the butt.

It wasn’t completely effective, but only because Aurora quickly broke the hold and scurried away from Lizzie, a hurt look on her face. So in that respect, the move itself may not have been able to have it’s full effect, but Lizzie was free nonetheless.

‘What the fuck?!’ Aurora whined as she remained at a safe distance from Lizzie for a moment, a look of surprise, and was that a hint of fear, in her eyes?

‘Remember that contract you signed?’ Lizzie snapped at her. ‘Well stop fucking snivelling and get ready to fight like a real woman now, cunt!’

Both were back to their feet now, and there seemed to be no real change in the action to the untrained or unobservant eye. At the edge of the inspection pit though, it was easier picked up by those in the crowd who had fought themselves. Aurora’s movements in and out of range still looked the same, sure, but Emma pointed out ‘there’s just a tiny hesitation about her movements suddenly.’ She still lit up Lizzie’s face with slaps that looked to carry plenty of venom, but this time, Lizzie caught her on the way out with a slap of her own. Hard enough, it was another jolt to the confidence of the black fighter who was reticent to grapple suddenly after Lizzie’s attempt to oil check her. Now there was posturing at distance for the time being from Aurora, jabs flicked out at Lizzie falling just short of the target. She wore the look of a fighter suddenly faced with a puzzle of her own, equally as complex as the one she presented to Lizzie. Still, she remained at distance, content to stay out of range before darting in on occasion to slap away at the catfighter. Each time Lizzie would take the slaps, take a moment just to clear her head, and then start to just slowly stalk after Aurora who was then on the back foot. Lizzie started to find success too now, a slap to the face surprising Aurora, a knee testing her washboard abs too as Lizzie’s confidence grew. And then she walked straight into a kick from Aurora that landed right in her belly, knocking the air out of her body as it knocked her to her butt on the matt, back against the wall.

Aurora was on her fast now, pressing a foot in at her throat to choke Lizzie as she tried a different way of forcing the resourceful catfighter to submit. Lizzie’s eyes went wide with sudden concern at the choke hold she was trapped in. Concern, but no fear; she was looking for a way out as she grabbed Aurora’s right foot and tried to force it off her. That was to no avail at first, but Lizzie had plenty more up her sleeve just yet, and she grabbed and twisted her foot this time, anchoring her nails into it as well to make Aurora moan loudly in protest. If she felt the nails were bad, then worse followed quickly for her as Lizzie used the grip to move her foot closer to her mouth now. Close enough it transpired to sink her teeth into it hungrily to punish the suddenly shrieking black fighter. Lizzie stopped biting her now, a smile on her face; then she shot her foot up to catch the black woman in the crotch, sending her crumpling to the mats.

‘I told you bitch!’ Lizzie gasped, catching her breath after the foot choke, before she got back to her feet slowly, enjoying that the incredibly fit black fighter was still struggling to recover from her first real taste of Lizzie’s punishing style. No worries for Lizzie who drew her right foot back and sent it into Aurora’s body in a football kick to knock the wind out of her. ‘Come on bitch’ Lizzie mocked, grabbing Aurora’s ponytail with both hands to physically drag her, screeching, to the centre of the inspection pit. ‘Who the fuck has their hair like this to fight, cunt?’ Lizzie asked her now, snatching the bobble out of Aurora’s hair and throwing it across the mats. Then she used her now freed hair to control Aurora for a second or two before slamming her face first into those thin mats. Aurora looked a little stunned, grabbing at her face, and Lizzie wasted no time in grabbing her hair again, forcing the moaning MMA girl to her feet. No sooner had she got there than Lizzie planted a headbutt in her face to send her reeling back into the wall. Again Aurora pawed at her face, this time realising that the butt had started a trickle of blood from her nose. She wiped her hand on her top, leaving red fingermarks across the white fabric, a sight that only spurred Lizzie’s already growing confidence on. She swarmed in with a flurry of punches that forced Aurora to cover up, but she was thwarted by that tight defence, before Aurora responded with a straight right hand to the mouth. From being in control, Lizzie was startled again as Aurora showed she was starting to learn too, grabbing a hold of Lizzie’s hair to keep the strawberry blonde upright.

‘That’s right bitch...two can play that way’ Aurora taunted before using the hair hold to throw Lizzie out to the centre of the inspection pit and a heavy landing on the thin mats there. The black fighter was on her quickly, evidently getting a second wind as she used the hair again to force Lizzie back up to her feet. She took a right hand to the body there, bouncing off her firm abs to little effect, and before Lizzie could strike a second time, this time with nails outstretched to slash at Aurora’s belly, the black woman was behind her. She jumped up on to Lizzie’s back and then clamped in a rear naked choke as her iron hard legs were around Lizzie’s body, squeezing her hard to make for a dangerous combination hold. In her leopard print bikini, Lizzie looked like a big cat, trapped in the death grip of a deadly black python, but she was far from being a helpless big cat here. Gasping as she felt Aurora’s forearm tightly across her throat, Lizzie reacted quickly and decisively. She could try to loosen the two holds, pulling on arms or legs with her hands, she could try and wind Aurora by dropping her to the mat. She chose a third option though as she felt the choke begin to tighten, and ran back hard to the wall, crushing Aurora into it with her body. It was an impact against a padded surface sure, but one that was delivered with plenty of force by Lizzie, leaving Aurora gasping for breath on the mats.

Lizzie had dropped to her knees as well on the impact, but she was the quicker of the two to recover and how, as she got to her feet and simply buried a kick into the belly of the black MMA fighter. Aurora rolled to her side, gasping for breath as she adopted an almost foetal position on th4e mats and things were about to go from bad to worse for her. Lizzie dropped to her knees, crashing a double fisted blow into the side of the black girl before she cruelly raked her with her finger nails, drawing a long shriek from Aurora. ‘Shut it cunt!’ Lizzie shot at her, crashing an elbow into her side now to keep her subdued down there on the mat, before she started to roughly pull off the MMA girl’s white sports bra. That proved in itself to be a stubborn opponent for a moment, and Aurora took the chance to fight back, swinging an elbow at Lizzie’s body. This time, the fierce catfighter saw it coming and was able to just ride the worst of the blow out, before she took a handful of Aurora’s hair and slammed her face into that mat. That kept that trickle of blood flowing as Aurora clutched her face, and Lizzie made short work of the top now, forcing it over Aurora’s head. Shocked to find herself topless, Aurora self-consciously clutched at her chest for a moment or two, and Lizzie took advantage again, clamping the hand containing Aurora’s white top over her face in a tight hand smother for a moment.

Now Aurora started to try and fight again, pulling at Lizzie’s hand, clamped hard over her nose and mouth, using her own top to slowly smother her. The black girl was strong, but Lizzie held the upper-hand, making her fight hard for every breath that she could get, and then as she started to finally fight clear of the move, Lizzie simply clubbed her around the back of the head with a fist to leave her face down on the mat. Pulling away that white top, she brandished it for a moment, showing the crowd how it had been used to soak up a little bit more of the blood from Aurora’s face. Then she threw it on to the wall of the inspection pit, away from where it could be used by an opponent, and it was hastily picked up and pocketed by one member of the audience.

‘Kinky fucker!’ Jemma laughed watching that happen from the opposite side of the pit.

‘Language young lady!’ Emma laughed in return, admitting ‘you’re not wrong though!’ as the action continued down in the pit.

Continued at pace now too, Lizzie pulling Aurora to her feet by the hair before slapping her face hard, leaving the black girl a little stunned on her feet at the centre of the pit. And then Lizzie attacked her in one of the most traditionally catty ways imaginable, using a simple but harsh double breast claw. Aurora howled with pain, but probably more so indignation at having her breasts handled this was by another woman. There was a look of realisation on her face too now; she was used to fighting, but this was far from being like any other fight she’d been in. Lizzie tortured her now, twisting her nipples, digging her fingers in to knead the sensitive breasts harshly too as Aurora simply pulled at her arms and howled again in pain. ‘What’s the matter cunt? Don’t like it?’ Lizzie mocked Aurora now, enjoying the way she had the fight going. ‘Why don’t you give up? Lizzie demanded now, threatening ‘don’t make me really hurt you bitch!’ as she slowly used the hold of Aurora’s breasts to force her closer to the wall.

‘No!’ Aurora replied, resolve still in her voice, mixed with pain.

‘Fair enough’ Lizzie smirked, then planted another headbutt in the face of the black girl, coming away with a smear of blood across her forehead as Aurora was rocked again. Her mind was telling her she had to fight against this whirlwind of vicious catty fighting that was in front of her. But the pain Lizzie had burning in her breasts with her fingers and the way she struggled to catch her breath through her bloody nose was making that increasingly tough for Aurora. She gritted her teeth though and tried to fight back with a kick to Lizzie’s thigh, then another, trying to force her way free is she could. The crowd responded to it as she seemed to be getting Lizzie in a spot of trouble now, the kicks just looking to forcing her back as they landed; then Lizzie raked her eyes and subjected to another cruel and unusual punishment for her, Aurora shrieked loudly and rubbed at her eyes.

In front of her, yet unseen by the black girl, Lizzie was giving the crowd a show, electing to remove her own top to expose her breasts, bigger than Aurora’s, thick and stiff nipples showing that she was enjoying her work here now. As Aurora blinked her eyes, trying desperately to clear her vision, Lizzie looped her top around her neck and quickly started to use it to throw the black girl across the mats. Each time Aurora landed, Lizzie was at pains to ensure the top stayed around her neck so that she could use it to force Aurora up and throw her again. Five times that happened, each time Aurora landing with a little less control than before, her legs crashing heavily into the mat after her back landed. She was a tiring fighter, for all her apparent fitness; Lizzie’s unfamiliar style was taking it out of her. Now Lizzie recognised it and threw her own bikini top away from the centre of the action to ensure it wasn’t there to be used against her. And she showed herself at her brutal best now, first of all simply grabbing Aurora’s thick dark hair with both hands and dragging her across the mats. Each time she tired of that, Lizzie would stop, brush the strands of dark hair from her fingers, kick Aurora harshly in the body, and start dragging her by the hair again.

Aurora’s pained protests came more in sobs now as she was thoroughly worn out by Lizzie who fought with fury in her hands to punish Aurora. The MMA fighter had certainly not expected to be treated this way here tonight by Lizzie who she’d dismissed as a threat on seeing her. But she hadn’t been prepared for the way Lizzie fought, and another hard kick to the body sent her rolling to a foetal position. The crowd cheered for Lizzie now who looked like she knew that she had Aurora beaten as she confidently stripped off her own bikini bottoms now, throwing them towards the area she had previously discarded her top in. She was naked and taking the not unreasonable gamble that if she sat on Aurora’s face naked, the black girl was highly unlikely to try and bite her way free. She wanted to soften her up just a little more first though to make sure she was totally beaten, and she spread Aurora’s legs and delivered not one, but two, knee drops to the crotch!

Aurora whined loudly as she was rolled to her back and Lizzie told her ‘I said that I’d break you, cunt!’ before she cropped into position on top of Aurora’s face, giving the black fighter her first taste of a naked face sit. It was one that she didn’t like it was fair to say, her legs thrashing at the mat for a moment before Lizzie subdued her for now with a heavy one two to the body. Those legs were kicking again pretty soon though as Lizzie eased down those tight, tiny hotpants to her knees. Aurora might have protested, but in doing so, the futility of her situation became clear. Her arms were trapped tightly to her sides by Lizzie’s legs, her nose and mouth were covered by Lizzie’s arse sat squarely on her, and she was at the complete mercy of the catfighter.

Worse for her too, Lizzie wasn’t a fighter who was usually known for showing any mercy, sending two more punches into her hard bodied opponent’s body, enjoying the thud her knuckles made as they landed. A cruel double nipple tweak and pull added to the fierce discomfort for Aurora who shrieked, loudly enough, even despite the muffling effect of Lizzie’s face sit. She refused gamely to submit for now though; Aurora was a tough and proud fighter but this hadn’t turned at all into the fight she’d been expecting. There was an anguished shriek now from her as Lizzie’s nails once again raked her body, ravaging the black fighter and punishing her to the edge. Now Lizzie took the time to let her know just what she had in mind for her next, the coupe de grace so to speak. ‘You know cunt….lots of things have had their oil checked in this pit….and you’re next!’ she said almost conversationally. That shocked Aurora into a flurry of activity for the briefest moment, legs kicking and flailing as she tried to get out of this dire position. All she achieved of course was tiring herself out as the smothering effect of the well applied face sit continued to grind her down. In desperation, she tried to swing her knees up into Lizzie’s body, only for her legs to be captured by Lizzie in delight at her plans being made easier.

‘You made a fucking big mistake there cunt!’ Lizzie announced gleefully, now having Aurora folded, her ass in the air as she held her there with one hand wrapped around her back. Of course, Lizzie wasted no opportunity to cause pain, anchoring her nails in the body of the beleaguered black woman, before first inserting two fingers into her pussy. Immediately Aurora shrieked as she felt those fingers starting to work inside her, pain their primary intent, but the unusual style of attack to the MMA fighter quickly took a dual effect on her. ‘Kinky little cunt!’ Lizzie mocked her now, telling Aurora ‘get ready to submit!’. Then, almost like she was gripping a bowling ball, it was a thumb in Aurora’s ass delivering the threatened oil check that Aurora had so feared. That finished the job in more ways than one as Aurora howled out, first in a very clear orgasm, and then almost immediately as she felt that wave of pleasure give way to one of crushing pain, in submission.

The fight was over in favour of Lizzie as Jemma gleefully announced ‘I told you so!’ and shot off in the direction of the makeshift bookmakers table to collect her winnings on the outcome of the fight. As she did so, Lizzie took her time getting off Aurora, wiping her fingers across the black fighter’s mouth before she was announced as the winner of the fight. She took the applause of the crowd, foot placed between Aurora’s breasts, a smear of the black fighter’s blood across her ass where she had sat on her face. Jemma returned, fanning herself with eleven twenty pound notes, just as Lizzie made her way from the pit, picking up her own bikini as she left Aurora lying flat out on the mats there.

As Lizzie walked up those steps from the pit, naked, I spotted a distinguished looking gentleman in a suit hand her what looked like a small bright green toy as they exchanged a few words. From our position some distance away on the edge of the pit, it was impossible to tell exactly what she’d been handed. As we left the makeshift arena though, I found myself wondering just exactly what that had been about at the end…

LIZZIE WILL RETURN SOON IN ‘THE CLUB’