A Second Chance B. 02

I pulled my t-shirt off as I walked onto the mat and Shanti did the same ... to reveal a stunning set of boobs that were larger than Angela's and desperately trying to escape from a bikini top that was way too small.

We were introduced and then while the Referee explained the rules ... or lack thereof ... we did the usual stare at each other moment.

"Where the fuck did you get all those scars man?" she whispered. Did I detect a note of alarm in Shanti's voice?

"I'm not allowed to tell you," I said quietly.

"Then what happened to this man?" she indicated the thin scar slashed across my chest.

"He died in prison."

"And this one?" she touched the old bullet wounds.

"I killed him with my bare hands." She looked at me to see if I was joking and, when she saw the truth in my eyes, she took a step back.

"Do you want to amend the rules to include rules?" I asked quietly and for a moment I think she toyed with the idea but then she shook her head.

"No, I trust you not to kill me."

"That could be a serious error of judgement," I said softly, and I saw a hint of fear as I stared into her eyes.

The Referee blew his whistle to start the match and then retreated from the mat. With no rules to enforce there was no need for him to be there and I guess that he was a little worried about getting caught up in the fight.

I certainly didn't blame him; I was worried about being in the fight. I figured that my best plan was to end the fight quickly ... but, with no rules and the winner being the last person standing, achieving a quick end without hurting Shanti seemed something of a challenge.

I thought that we might actually circle for at least a few seconds and give me time to work something out, but I was ready for something else so when Shanti rushed me almost as soon as the Referee had stepped off the mat, I was ready for her.

She went high but I went low and to one side so I let her run into one arm while the other arm came in from behind. Using her momentum, I could swing her around and slam her face first onto the mat and that's what I did.

If it had been a serious fight I would have gone on to something else while she was flat on the mat but it wasn't ... well, not that serious or so I thought, so I waited while she struggled to sit up and I wasn't surprised that she was taking her time to get up. I had applied a lot of downward force when I was slamming her down.

But once she was sitting up I grabbed a handful of her hair and ignored the screams as I dragged her to her feet. Shanti seemed a little unsteady on her feet, but that unsteadiness got worse when I hit her with a reverse forearm blow to the chest ... not those beautiful boobs ... just her chest.

She staggered back and I followed her to sweep her legs out from under her. She hit the mat hard and rolled over holding her back but I brushed that hand aside and straddled her back as I pushed her face into the mat with one hand as I untied the bows on both the top and bottom parts of her bikini.

Once they were gone I started spanking her arse and I loved the way it wobbled with every blow.

"SHIT YOU FUCKER I'LL KILL YOU MAN," she screamed and started to thrash about underneath me. I quickly rolled off her and went straight back to my feet.

She came up cursing and screaming like a demon with parts of her bikini still hanging on her body and she stopped for a moment to pull them off and throw them away. "Cheeky man, you're going to pay for that!"

I laughed, "Don't forget I spanked your arse, you said that I'd never even touch it when we got on the mat."

A high swinging kick to my head missed by almost a metre when I ducked but that wrong-footed me and she lunged at me, but I went a little lower to meet her charge. I went so low that I was on my knees when I wrapped my arms around her legs and pushed up so that she was off her feet and being slammed back into the mat before she could recover.

I had my shoulder in the right place for that slam and it really knocked the wind out of her and stunned her so for a short period she was helpless. Once again, I straddled her but this time my knees were on her shoulders and she was so stunned that I could reach behind and play with her pussy without fighting with her legs.

When I slipped my index finger between her pussy lips I discovered that she was already nice and wet so I let it slip further down and into her cunt. Man, she was hot but she was also very pissed that I had been able to do that to her so I gave her pussy a quick slap and ducked as she brought her legs up to try and wrap them around my head.

When she tried a second time I slapped both her boobs, "Ah ah, play nice now or I'm going to have to get rough with you."

"YOU BASTARD," she shouted, "YOU FIGHT LIKE A GIRL!"

I grinned and my hands became claws digging into both her breasts. When she screamed I let go before rolling off her and bouncing back to my feet. Shanti was slower getting to her feet and my kick caught her just above her right hip.

She grunted and staggered back only to crash to the mat once more when I swept her feet out from under her a second time. I went to throw myself on her but unfortunately for me she saw me coming and instead of landing on top of her I ended up face down on the mat with Shanti on top and one of her arms around my throat ... and she wasn't holding anything back.

I knew that if I didn't escape from that hold I would be unconscious in a very short time.

I managed to roll us over onto her back but it didn't dislodge her arm from around my throat and it allowed her to grab my groin with her free hand. While I had been somewhat gentle with her, she just grabbed whatever she could and tried to crush whatever was in her hand.

I've never screamed like a girl but I sure came close to it that night as I groaned through teeth that were clenched so tight I thought that I would break a few of them. Trying to think through the pain I grabbed the hand that was doing all the damage and managed to get my fingers between hers so I could to start bending her hand back till the pain would be too much for her.

When she did let go the relief was short lived because her hand became a fist and she punched me in my side several times. But at least she eased her grip around my throat while she was punching me and that was enough to allow me to twist and get my head free of her arm and get back on my feet ... but I wasn't in good shape.

Shanti got up too, but I had allowed her to get a little too close to me and she did a full body charge on me, pushing me over and slamming me into the mat on my back ... but at least I had my arms around her and I began to squeeze.

She tried to bring her knee up into my groin but I managed to get a leg between it and her knee and hugged her harder. She cursed and swore and tried to head butt me but I tucked my head in close to hers and she couldn't land a blow ... but I could hug her even more tightly.

She was beginning to whimper as I applied even more pressure and then she was struggling to breath before she gasped, "I quit ... I quit!"

As soon as I heard those words I opened my arms and she collapsed on my chest gasping for breath. I didn't try and move her so when the Referee returned to the mat to announce my victory he couldn't actually raise my arm but there were a few cheers ... and a lot more booing as well.

That was when I realised that I hadn't heard any noise from beyond the mat from the moment the Referee had blown his whistle to start the fight. I had somehow managed to tune out to it and missed everything as I focused totally on beating Shanti.

When Shanti finally began to move I touched her face to get her attention. "Tell me, where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere you bastard," she groaned.

"OK, then be still while I check for broken ribs."

"Be still?" she groaned, "I can hardly fucking move."

"That's good because your boobs feel so good on my chest."

"Oh shut up," she groaned as she tried to roll off me, "I need help ... where's Jay?"

"I'll call him in a moment but first, stay still and let me check your ribs, if you move and have a broken rib you could puncture a lung and we don't want that."

I gently ran my fingers over her rib cage but could find no evidence of a major break but that didn't mean that there wasn't a minor break ... or plenty of bruising. "Hmmm, I don't think that there are any major breaks ..."

"So you want to claim you prize don't you?" she thought that she was still in for a fucking but that wasn't on my agenda at all.

"No, I don't but Angela and I will come with you and Jay to the hospital so they can check for any major injuries."

"Hospital?"

"Yes Shanti, the hospital. You need to be checked thoroughly!"

The spectators were beginning to get a little restless. They obviously wanted to see Shanti what came next but they went very quiet when I signalled to Jay and Angela to come onto the mat. Dee came too and they listened as I explained the situation.

Dee gave her a quick examination and asked her a few questions and then Dee and Jay helped Shanti to her feet and that meant that I could get up too.

She groaned and winced as she moved but her breathing didn't seem to cause any sharp pains so things looked positive, but we weren't going to know till we got her to hospital. The crowd were getting even more restless although they could see that Shanti had been hurt so I called the Referee over and asked him to let the crowd know that Shanti had been hurt.

I suggested that he tell them that she looked to be OK but we were taking her to hospital as a precaution. While he was doing that Angela and Dee got Shanti into some clothes and Jay and I sorted out what we should do about our cars,

By the time we were ready to get Shanti into Angela's SUV the crowd had gone so we left the Referee and the ticket girl to shut down the lights and lock up the building while we took Shanti and Jay to the hospital and Dee took their car back to our place.

We dropped Shanti and Jay off at their apartment about 3am. By that time the painkillers that they had given Shanti at the hospital were beginning to work and she was feeling no pain. She had been x-rayed and examined but nothing had been found to be broken or fractured so they let her go with a good supply of painkillers and strict instructions not to fight anyone for at least two weeks.

When Shanti got out of the SUV she came round to the driver's side, leaned in and kissed me. "Man I am so pissed that we didn't get to go all the way and I need to let you have your prize as soon as possible."

Angela leaned over, "I'll be away all next week Shanti, and Steve will be very lonely."

Shanti chuckled, "Then you call me man and I'll come ... for the whole night." She kissed me again and then turned back to Jay, who had been waiting patiently while Shanti had been kissing and flirting with me, and they slowly walked arm in arm into the apartment block.

On the way home Angela slipped her hand onto my thigh and gently squeezed it, "Thank you for not interfering at the end of my fight with Jay ... and while he was fucking me.

"I knew that you would want to come to my rescue at the end of the fight, and if he had gone on smothering me for any longer than he did I would have wanted your help, but he knew when to stop.

"And it was a good fight, I enjoyed it and learned some things from it and maybe I could have beaten him. Sure, we both hurt each other but that was to be expected and we both accepted that it would happen. And I have to tell you that mixing a little pain with your pleasure only makes the pleasure so much more intense.

"I wasn't sure how you would take his challenge while he was fucking me, but your response was perfect. That trash talk is mostly theatre but sometimes it can be hard to take but just remember that it's not personal.

"You also have to remember that I am my own person and if I choose to enter a competition where, if I lose, a guy can take me anyway he wants ... or do anything to me he wants ... and I do lose then I surrender myself to him if he beats me.

"Neither you nor anybody else should intervene while I'm suffering ... or enjoying ... the consequences of losing. While you might find that hard to take that's exactly what I expect of you if I'm on the receiving end of something you don't like."

I took Angela's hand and squeezed it. "I understand," I said softly, and I did. I knew that there might be times when I would want to intervene to protect her, but she would never thank me for it and would never want me to do it.

"Good," she laughed, "because Jay won't stop Shanti from coming over one night next week and you are in for a crazy night my love."

When we got to the door of Angela's granny flat there was a note stuck to it telling us that Dee was sleeping on the couch because she thought we might like to make use of the bed in other ways.

We made it to the bedroom without disturbing Dee and Angela kicked the bedroom door closed as she put her arms around my neck, "Reclaim me ... gently," she whispered.