A Second Chance B. 02

Over dinner, chef-prepared and heated in the microwave, Angela talked to Dee about Angela's idea to lease Dee's property and build a shed behind it for an expanded female fight club. Dee was just as surprised as I was that there was anything like a female fight club in Canberra but Angela laughed and told us that the one we were all going to that night had been around for at least the last five years.

"But why do you want to invest money in something like a female fight club," I asked, "it has to be at least borderline illegal and it could be a lot of aggravation that you don't really need?"

"I've had my lawyer look at it and if we continue it the way it is set up now, I'm fine. I can even add a proper ring for pro-rules fights too. There are a few girls here in Canberra who want to fight under those rules but they have to travel to Sydney, Wollongong or Melbourne to compete.

And there are already clubs in those cities that offer bouts for anyone who wants mixed wrestling to those rules ... or even no rules ... and they are popular too. Those clubs are already out in the open and they're not getting any aggravation from the authorities.

"If I have a ring put in there will be more interest here in Canberra and we can invite girls from those other clubs to come and compete and we can go as a club and compete in their competitions. I think that there's enough there to allow me to increase the fees that the club currently charges fighters and spectators. It won't be much but if I can raise the fees, even by a little, then I'm just about guaranteed to at least break even.

"Think of a day and a half of non-stop wrestling with other clubs, comfortable amenities for visitors and spectators, hot food, lots of drinks and snacks that can be purchased, maybe even a bar. That's where I want to take this idea.

"If I can do that then I'll be happy because I'm beginning to think of this as my passion project." She laughed, "Who would have thought it? A hooker with a passion project.

"Anyway, we're heading over to where the fight club meets when we've finished dinner and I'm going to talk to Shanti, the girl who runs the club with her husband. I've known her for three or four years and she is one very cool lady but I've never gone to one of their fight nights before now.

"So are you going to fight?" Dee asked before I could.

Angela looked across the table at me and from the sly smile on her face I knew that she had been planning it all along.

"Of course she is Dee," I looked at Angela and shook my in resignation, "the only question is who is she fighting?"

Angela wriggled in her seat and grinned, "I'm fighting Jay, Shanti's partner, over three six-minute rounds to Ultimate Surrender extended rules ... winner takes the loser anyway they want on the mat although fucking Jay's arse with a strap-on is not in play."

"What are these 'extended' rules?" I wasn't sure that I wanted to know but if a lady I cared about was involved but I just had to ask.

"Hair pulling, punching, kneeing, inflicting pain but avoiding the face ..." Angela stopped when she saw the look on my face.

"It's what I want to do Steve ... if you're not comfortable with it you can choose to do something else with your evening."

I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it again as Dee took my hand in hers. "You heard her Steve, it's what she wants to do ... but don't you dare stay away."

"The thought of staying at home never crossed my mind Dee. I don't walk away from the people who are important to me."

"Good," she said as she squeezed my hand, "because I'll want you there when I have my first fight under those rules." I knew I was screwed, talking one woman out of something she wanted to do was almost impossible but when you have to talk to women out of something you're just wasting your time.

"Speaking of fights," Angela held up her phone, "I checked while you two were making out in the shower and you're fight is still on Dee but the girl who booked you Steve, has backed out and someone by the name of Samantha B has taken her spot.

"Tom S is your guy Dee. He's fucked me a few times and always been a lot of fun so you should have an easy fight with a very predictable ending."

Dee giggled and suddenly she was excited, "Am I allowed to beat him?"

"Don't get too excited," Angela grinned, "Tom is a big guy and I'm sure that he is going to totally fuck your brains out right there in front of the crowd and he could even start before the final round.

"And Steve, you need to come prepared to fight tonight."

"WHAT?" Whatever happened to the idea of having a nice, quiet night at home, or being asked if you wanted to do something?

Angela giggled, "When I was talking to Shanti this morning I might have volunteered you to step in if any guy was a no show ... and she's interested in fighting you if I'm going to be fighting her man."

The fights started at 8pm but when we arrived about 7.30 there was already a bunch of cars parked in the street but no sign of any action anywhere until we walked around the back of a rundown workshop that had looked totally deserted from the front.

Once we were around the back of the building we could see that it was anything but rundown. There was a huge roller-door on the back wall, and it was up so we could see that, half an hour before the fights were to start. the place was packed.

The limited tiered seating along one wall was already taken and there was hardly any standing room left around the other three sides of an elevated area for the mat.

"See, this is why a big shed at Dee's would be a much better venue. Far more private, lot more room for spectators ... perhaps as many as 180 instead of the forty they can pack in here, and better amenities for the fighters."

Angela pointed to a small alcove that was cut off from the rest of the workshop by a couple of plastic dropsheets, "That's the unisex changeroom for the fighters.

"While changing next to a horny guy isn't much of a problem for most girls who compete here, it would be nice if we could have a little more room and maybe some lockers too."

As Angela was talking an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous dark-skinned woman, wearing nothing but a long white t-shirt that barely covered her arse approached us. She and Angela hugged, "Damn girl!" she laughed, "Why am I hugging you? I should be beating you up because you're going to be fucking my man later on."

Angela laughed too and slipped her arm around the girl's waist and introduced her to us, "Guys this is Shanti, she and her partner run the fight club. Shanti, this is my very good friend Dee, who is going to want to fight here once she sees the action tonight and this guy is Steve, the man I just might be spending the rest of my life with."

Shanti waved a young woman over and Angela handed over five $50 bills and explained, "50 bucks for each spectator and 50 bucks entry fee for each person who is going to fight tonight."

I looked at Angela and she smiled sweetly and then waved at a guy who was heading in our direction. "Hey Jay! Are you ready to get your arse handed to you on a plate?"

Jay grinned and slipped his arm around Angela's waist, "Not gonna happen Angie but I am going to put your pussy on a plate and eat it."

We laughed and I noticed that Jay glanced at me to see what my reaction was, but I was cool with what was happening and when Shanti introduced him as her husband I shook his hand warmly. Once those introductions were made Jay shepherded Angela and Dee out of the open door and into a spot where the light spilling from the open door wasn't quite so intense ... or so noisy

At the same time I felt Shanti's firm grip on my arm as she guided me away from the light and away from Jay and the girls.

"So, you're the man who seems to have swept Angela off her feet?" There was something about the way Shanti slowly circled me, letting her eyes roam over my body, and her hands squeeze me arse that aroused me, attracted me and intimidated me all at the same time.

"You're not a pretty boy ... that's for sure," her voice was deep and husky and the pat on my cheek was more of a caress than a gentle pat, "you look like you were hard once but are you hard now? Can you conquer me on the mat?"

She was right, after the meeting with the Old Man I knew that I was going to have to work on my fitness. Even he had commented on the extra weight that I was carrying

Shanti pressed herself against me and, when I looked over her shoulder to where Angela was standing, I could see that she was looking at us and grinning. I knew that I didn't need her approval, but I still looked for it.

"It depends on what you're hiding under that t-shirt," I said as I looked Shanti straight in the eye and let my hands slip under the hem of her shirt and slowly drift up till I was holding her bare butt cheeks. She looked at me with a slight smile that increased when I squeezed those tight butt cheeks and pulled her closer.

"There's just me under this t-shirt man ... just me and my girls."

"And a cute arse," I grinned and squeezed her butt cheeks a little harder.

Shanti almost sneered at me, "And a feel is all you will get if you don't step up like a man."

"Don't knock feeling ... a little preparation for more fun later goes a long way. So, what rules?" I asked as I slowly massaged her butt cheeks and felt her press harder against me.

"You want rules? What are you man? A pissy little pussy?" This time she did sneer.

"Your partner is fighting to rules."

"Ha ... that's his fight. This is my fight. You want me then you have to take me on my rules man and there are none. "No rounds, just 15 minutes on the mat, no holds barred, and the winner is the one who can stand up at the end."

"And the punishment for the loser?"

She laughed and rubbed her pussy against the bulge in my pants, "If you win you can fuck me on the mat any way you want. When I win I piss on you and you get to clean up the mess." Shanti's use of words wasn't lost on me, she expected to win.

"Hmmm ... OK."

"OK? It's OK for me to piss on you but you don't want to do the same to me?" She sounded incredulous but I had a good reason for my decision.

"Look," I said as my fingers began exploring, "Think of the headlines, 'White Man Urinates on Woman of Colour at Public Sex Event'. Do we really need that sort of exposure for your fight club and do we really need to alienate so many different groups all at once?"

"No," she said as she pushed herself away from me, "and you don't need to do anymore feeling. You have to earn the rest."

I grinned, "Actually I would love to piss on you, and have you piss on me, but if that's ever going to happen then it's not going to be in front of an audience. In front of a few friends maybe when I beat your arse but definitely not here.

"In your dreams man ... you are going to be such a pushover tonight." She poked her finger into my chest to emphasis the point. "Anyway, come on Steve they're calling the first fight."

We wandered back through the roller doors and I found Angela and Dee standing together at the back of the crowd. I squeezed between them and slipped an arm around both their waists.

Somehow, despite all the noise the fans of the two girls on the mat were making, Angela managed to tell me that her match was the third on the card and mine was the fourth. We could watch these two matches and get changed after the second match when there was a gap in the program for the audience to move about.

The first two fights were part of some local championship competition that had been running for several weeks. They were being fought under Ultimate Submission rules without the sex at the end and the girls who were fighting tonight had already won their previous fights.

The winners of tonight's fights would move on to the quarter finals while the losers were out of the competition, so these girls had some skills and were motivated to win, not only for the title but also for the $500 prize at the end of the competition.

The girls in the first fight were easy to tell apart because one was a bit taller than the other. The shorter girl could really move fast and had managed roll out of two holds and remove the taller girl's bikini in the first minute as they grappled.

It was fun to watch the way the girls fought and there was a lot of hair pulling and nipple pinching going on along with sly elbows to stomachs and pussies but I winced when the taller girl got her face mashed into the mat when her opponent deliberately rolled and used her body to hold the taller girl face down.

Angela and Dee got pretty vocal as the fight went on and they really got excited when the shorter girl got her opponent in a choke hold from behind and started applying some pressure. I thought that the match was about to end but suddenly things changed.

I couldn't quite see what happened but suddenly the shorter girl squealed and relaxed her grip enough for the taller girl to break free and she was then able to fend off her opponents attacks as she tried to recover until the round ended.

While I thought that the shorter girl had the advantage in the first round the judges gave the round as a draw and that seemed to really motivated the shorter girl. She really attacked hard from the whistle to start the second round and managed to almost slam the taller girl on her back on the mat and then straddle her.

That put her in a really commanding position because the taller girl looked a bit confused after the hit on the mat and her opponent had several options to easily gain some serious points.

Unfortunately the shorter girl chose none of those option but instead decided to inflict some pain and humiliation on her opponent. She stayed straddling the taller girl and proceeded to slap her opponents breasts several times ... hard.

The taller girl cried out each time she was hit because there was obviously a lot of pain but pain can really help you get focused on what you need to do to end the pain and that was the effect it had on the taller girl.

After taking many blows on her breasts the taller girl brought her legs up around the smaller girl's head and neck and dragged her backwards onto the mat. On the way down the taller girl punched her opponent in the stomach and landed another punch right between her legs.

The shorter girl was gasping for breath and clutching her pussy but there was no quarter given by her opponent. Before she could recover the taller girl had dragged her opponent up by the hair and hit her with a forearm to the chest, another to her belly and finally a punch to her pussy again before spinning her around and putting her in a choke hold.

Those blows damaged the smaller girl and, while she did put up a struggle, the end was never in doubt and she surrendered before she passed out.

The taller girl's victory was met with loud applause from her supporters as well as from Angela and Dee. Jay helped the loser off the mat and gave her a gentle push in the direction of the change area and she staggered away clutching her stomach as the girls in the second fight stepped up to the mat.

The two girls in the second fight could have passed for sisters. They were both brunettes with their hair in a long ponytail, had full bouncy boobs, almost perfect arses and stood about 5' 5". The only way I could tell them apart was by the colour of their bikinis. One was blue and the other was purple ... and I was in trouble if they ended up fighting naked.

The second fight was just as fast as the first one with both girls fighting hard for an advantage but it was clearly even at the end of the first round and called as such by the judges. Right at the start of the second round the girl in the purple bikini made a point of almost ripping her opponent's bikini top off and that seemed to really upset her opponent.

Even before the bikini top had left Purple Girl's hand Blue Girl snarled and launched herself at purple Girl slapping, scratching and punching her. Some of the blows landed but the girl in purple seemed to duck under most of the attack.

I had just begun to wonder how long Purple Girl could avoid the flailing arms when she suddenly grabbed Blue Girl's pussy and dug her fingers into the soft flesh. Blue Girl's scream could be heard out in the street and it stopped her attack cold.

When Purple Girl finally let go Blue Girl turned her back on her opponent and collapsed face down on the mat clutching at her pussy writhing in pain. In a flash Purple Girl was on her, dragging her bikini bottom off her hips and down over her ankles before she stood up holding her trophy and offered it to the audience.

One lucky guy caught her eye and she threw the bikini to him and then turned back to finish off her opponent who was struggling to get to her knees. A kick between Blue Girl's legs and a camel clutch that even made me wince ended the fight with a frantic submission.

The referee raised Purple Girl's arm and she left Blue Girl face down on the mat as she walked into the audience for a little celebration.

At that point there was a longer break that gave the fighters in the last two fights a chance to get changed. As Angela and I made our way to the change room I had to ask her, "What happened to the rules in those two fights? They started out OK but then it just went crazy."

"Rules? What rules?" she laughed, "you do what it takes to win even if it means fighting dirty."

After seeing the way the girls fought I was getting concerned for Angela but she looked positively excited. She grabbed my hand and led me into the change area where she quickly dropped her shorts and open-neck blouse to reveal the briefest bikini I had ever seen.

The halter-neck top was just two small triangles of black cloth that barely covered her nipples with big bows tied it behind her neck and behind her back. The bottom was a G-string with an even smaller piece of cloth covering her pussy and leaving her arse totally bare. It was tied with big bows on her hips.

She laughed when she saw the look of surprise on my face and she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me. More kisses followed as she ground her pussy against my cock and I was in serious danger of cumming in my jeans when Jay interrupted.

"Hey you two! That's enough of that, tonight Angela is mine ... but don't worry Steve, I'll fuck her right in front of you so you won't miss a thing."

Angela laughed and kissed me again before kissing Jay and heading out towards the mat leaving me to change into my football shorts.