Deidre and the Underground Fight Club – Bubba Wubba
After piling up gym
mats a half dozen thick, the girls in the gym lined up next to Deidre and
waited their turn. The first girl stepped forward and felt one of
Deidre’s hands reach under her pelvis and the other hand grabbed her
neck. Deidre easily pressed the girl over her head and stood there for a
moment. The other girls in line admired the enormous back and stomach
muscles Deidre pumped for the lift. Her arms, steady and sure, easily
held the weight of the 110 lb girl. Her thick horseshoe triceps bulged
and expanded as she reared back and thrust the girl’s body into the air.
She landed about 10 feet away on top of the mats. Happy and pleased, the
girl rolled off the mats and got back in line.
“Next!” Deidre called,
and the next girl came forward, got hoisted and thrown the same way.
The fourth girl in
line, Linda, smiled as she approached Deidre. Her lip was swollen and her
eye was a little dark.
“Linda, what happened
to you?” Deidre asked, concerned.
Linda explained that
several nights ago, she was at a pool hall on the west side of the city.
One of the guys in the hall said she was in great shape, very athletic and
would she mind coming downstairs to see something. Reluctantly, she went.
When she got downstairs, there were catfights going on and people betting to
see who wins. The girls all seemed to be having fun, wrestling each
other. So the guy who took her down asked her if she was interested, that
she could probably win a match or two tonight. Linda said sure, why
not. She stripped down to her bra and panties and was put on the floor
with a wrestler who was a lot bigger. She kicked Linda’s ass until Linda
submitted. Linda, after tending to some bruises on her face, was then introduced
to another man, the organizer of the matches. He pulled out a wad of cash
and gave her $25. He then told her to come back another night. If
she wins, it’s $75.
“I might not have done
so well, but I bet you would,” said Linda. “Go ahead, show me your
strength.”
Deidre thought for a
moment, then picked her up and threw her onto the mats.
“That sounds
interesting,” said Deidre. “Where did you say this place was?”
“Over in the west end
of town, near the corner of 3rd and Republic,” answered Linda,
catching her breath. “It’s called Dante’s.”
Overhearing the
conversation, Ms. Gibson, who was standing in line, asked “Did you say 3rd
and Republic?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s strange,” she
said to herself.
“Why?” Linda asked.
“I seem to remember
that address for some reason,” Ms. Gibson answered.
Later in the day,
while over at Ms. Gibson’s office, Deidre laid on the
couch and looked over at Ms. Gibson. She was poring over some notes in a
notebook for a while, when she suddenly came to a halt.
“A-ha!” she
said. “Here it is.”
“What?” asked Deidre.
“And?” asked Deidre.
“3rd
and
“Yeah, I remember,”
said Deidre. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Checking the place
out won’t hurt,” Ms. Gibson said.
“It will if they
challenge me to a match,” Deidre smiled. “When do you wanna
go?”
“Tomorrow night.”
Ms. Gibson drove with
Deidre to the west side of town the very next night. Deidre wore pants
and a top that revealed her curves but not her muscle. She wanted to look
fit enough to be invited downstairs but not too strong. When they walked
into the pool hall together, Deidre immediately caught the attention of the
male patrons. Her long blonde hair with black highlights, high cheekbone
and beautiful white teeth made her aesthetically irresistible. And her
butt and chest were round and firm, snuggled by her clothing. The guys
were lining up to buy her drinks, all of which she modestly turned away with a
big smile. She ordered herself a cranberry juice cocktail and had a look
around. There were about 12 pool tables, a dance floor, 2 bars, a deejay
and very loud dance music. There must have been a pool tournament going
on because all the players were dead serious and ignoring the dancing and
music.
Before she realized
it, several men surrounded Deidre and showered her with flirtatious
come-ons. One guy, drunk off his butt, offered to marry her on the
spot. Then several men wanted to talk to her about working out and where was her gym and do all the women there look like her.
Deidre was flattered with all the comments but she took exception to one man in
particular who wanted to know what machines she used to exercise on, how many
reps, etc. When he began commenting at how strong she must be, Deidre
thought, if only he knew. She told him that she used to play lots of
sports and was involved in martial arts.
“Really,” he
asked. “So you know how to fight?”
Deidre smiled at him,
and said, “I can take care of myself.”
The man introduced
himself as Arturo. He said he was part owner of the bar and loved it when
women like her walk in.
“Come with me, I want
to show you a nice place,” he said calmly and charmingly. “It’s just
downstairs.”
He put out his hand
and she put hers in it. He led her across the dance floor, past the
deejay booth and through a black door. She followed him down a hallway,
which lead to another door. He turned to her and said, “Now very few
people know about this place. It’s reserved for only a few people.
I hope you like it. But if not, let me know and I’ll bring you back
upstairs. No hassles from me. But please, I ask you, don’t tell
anyone about this place.”
“Why
not?”
“Well,” Arturo paused
for words, “the people who come here really like to come here. But if it
gets too popular, we may not be able to have it. Capisce?”
He smiled warmly at
her and she nodded. He unlocked the door and led her down a long
stairwell, which lead out into an alley. People were standing in the
alley, some were smoking and others were drinking. Deidre noticed that
some of the women were bleeding and keeled over in pain. But the mood was
festive. She heard shouts and hollers coming from beyond another door in
an alley and asked Arturo, “What happened to that woman?”
“Come inside and
you’ll see,” he smiled.
Arturo knocked on the
metal door and a huge bouncer opened it and let them both in. He greeted
Deidre with special attention, welcoming her and opening the door wide.
“Come in, Miss. Come in, Come in!”
Deidre walked in and
found a room with maybe a hundred people inside. Bleachers were set up on
one side and in the middle was what looked like a gladiator pit. The pit
was a blood-stained cement floor about 40x40 feet long. And on the floor,
were two good-sized athletic women, grappling, kicking, punching, chopping and
tossing each other about. Money was clenched in every other man’s fist as
they bet on their competitor and shouted.
The two women
grappling on the floor were about 5’10 tall each. They each had slender,
yet buff builds, like volleyball players. But their kicks were swift and
hard, making a noticeable thud when kicking their opponents. The fighting
was fairly even with mostly holds and the occasional punches and kicks.
But after several minutes, one of the girls got the upper hand. An
uppercut caught one of the girls off guard. She stumbled back a few steps
and her opponent, seeing the opening, unleashed a barrage of kicks and punches,
bloodying her opponent badly and knocking her
down. She rolled around on the floor for a bit while her opponent
continued kicking her in the gut. Finally, she dropped her knee in the
back of her opponent’s head, smashing her face into the cement floor. For
good measure, she lifted the bloody head from its unconscious place and showed
the crowd that she was indeed “out.” There was a huge chorus of cheers
and groans as the money exchanged hands and the victor’s hand was raised.
Some people in white
shirts came down and snuffed the loser of the match awake with some smelling
salt. She was then carried off the floor and behind the bleachers.
From the same area, another girl walked out to the floor, followed by
another. These two were introduced with names, weights and records.
And judging from their records, they haven’t been fighting very long. But
they weighed about the same, 130 and 133lbs, and were the same height.
They were shorter than the previous girls by about 5inches. Their builds
were also very athletic with just enough taut muscle. A bell rang and the
girls unleashed on each other with high kicks and furious punches. They
landed almost everything, loudly pummeling each other
into bloody messes within the first 2 minutes of the match.
Arturo watched
Deidre’s eyes closely, “So what do you think?”
“I guess I’m wondering
what the rules are,” Deidre stated.
“Rules are
simple. Either get your opponent to submit using
a hand or verbal signal. Or incapacitate them,” Arturo explained.
“The winner gets $75 and the loser gets $25. And you see the people
gambling on it.”
Deidre watched the
match as one of the girls put a front headlock on the other, and began to knee
her opponent in the stomach, repeatedly. She was wearing her down.
The weaker girl’s stomach, though tight and muscular, was reddening and hurting
with each successive kick, whereas the stronger girl’s body seemed to grow in
stature. Her back muscles started to pop out as she closed the front
headlock tighter and hoisted her opponent off the ground. She lifted her
up into a vertical position and swung her back over her shoulder so she landed
a hard back slam on the cement floor. The girl couldn’t get up from the
floor until the stronger girl picked her up by the hair. She stronger
girl, on her feet, holding her opponent’s body up by her hair in one fist,
raised her fist far behind her back. The weaker girl was on her knees
trying to balance her self. She was face to face with the stronger girl’s
scowling, taut muscular stomach. The stronger girl paused in this power
position, as if preparing everyone in the room to watch. They did and saw
a powerful right fist buzz across her body and
cracked on her opponent’s face. This stunned the weaker girl but didn’t
knock her out. The stronger girl managed to pick up the weaker girl’s
body and crack her back over her knee. Still not knocked out, the
stronger girl rolled her opponent over onto her stomach and sat on her back,
clutching the weaker girl’s chin and bending spine back. After a few
seconds, the weaker girl yelled “I give in!” and the crowd roared with
approval.
Deidre looked back at
Arturo, “So when do the girls get paid?”
“At the end of the
night,” Arturo said.
“By
whom?”
Arturo paused and
smiled nervously, “They get paid by the organizer of the event. Some of
the girls fight more than once and get paid accordingly.”
“What’s the
organizer’s name?”
Arturo laughed
nervously again and said “Heh. If I didn’t know
any better, Miss, I’d think you were the police.” He smiled. “His
name is Geraldo.”
“How do I meet him?”
“Nobody meets with
Geraldo. He meets with them,” said Arturo. “He meets with the
fighters after the match to pay them. And… “
“And
what?”
“And sometimes he asks
certain girls to stay a little longer, for some more financial opportunities.”
Arturo said, somewhat cryptically.
“What kind of
financial opportunities? Like sex?”
“Heh-heh!” Arturo laughed nervously. “You have
many questions. No, not sex, exactly. But I’m afraid I won’t answer
any more of your questions. Unless..”
“Unless… what?”
“Unless
you’d like to fight one of these girls yourself. Or two,
depending on how you’re feeling.”
“I’m not sure,” said
Deidre.
“Oh, I think you’ll do
well; especially with a martial arts background. And besides, if you do
win a match, I think you’ll find that Geraldo would like to meet with you
anyway,” he said.
“What makes you think
so?”
“You’re a beautiful
woman, a little taller than most. He likes to be in their company.
I’m almost sure he’ll like you,” Arturo reassured her. “And then, you can
ask him any question you’d like.”
Arturo watched as the
girls walked off the floor, one limped badly. “Do you want to give it a
try?” he asked Deidre.
“Sure, why not,” she
answered. “Just tell me where to go.”
Arturo told her to
simply go down to the floor, strip down to her underwear, since she probably
didn’t have any workout clothes and challenge a wrestler to a match. One
of the wrestlers would take her up on it and the gambling will begin.
Newcomers on the floor are usually the underdog, so Arturo told her not to
worry about the booing. It’s only money and entertainment to them, he
told her.
When the floor
cleared, Deidre walked down a narrow aisle and out into the opening.
There were catcalls and cheers. Before she said anything, an
announcement was made that this was a newcomer’s challenge. People
cheered because they expect a bloodbath. These matches usually result in
the newcomer getting manhandled and tossed about in a show of dominance.
Deidre stood there, staring with stage fright at everyone for a few
moments. She caught Arturo’s eye and he motioned for her to strip
down.
Deidre reached down
and pulled up her shirt to reveal a black sports bra. The crowd was
silent at once as they watched her deeply cut muscles flexing under the
fluorescent lighting. Her body was packed like the engine of a muscle
car. Arturo’s mouth was completely ajar when he saw her physique.
He quickly ran by the bleachers and through a door. When Deidre took off
her pants, the crowd grew silent again with anticipation. Her thick
powerful legs were studded with muscles that striated and pulsed under her rock
hard glutes. She wore daisy duke briefs, which
matched her sports bra. There she stood on the floor, in front of a
hundred mostly men looking down at her. She was an awesome physical
specimen and time was passing, waiting for a challenger. After several
minutes, a girl came out. The crowd roared when they saw her so Deidre
assumed she was good. The opponent, Monica was her name, was taller than
Deidre and very athletically built, but not nearly as thick and muscular.
They sized each other up in anticipation of the match.
A bell rang and Monica
came out kicking. She landed a huge roundhouse kick to Deidre’s gut that
produced a huge thud. But Deidre held her ground without flinching.
She opened her arms wider as if to invite another kick. Monica did and
this also had no effect on the powerful Deidre. Monica threw her fist at
Deidre’s face and Deidre dodged the bullet and kicked Monica in her gut.
She kicked her so hard that her legs went flying out from underneath her.
With Monica still on her knees, trying to stand up, Deidre grabbed her by the
hair and held her steady. Monica couldn’t get up or down, or move side to
side. Deidre’s arm was so powerful it held her in her place. Then,
out of nowhere, Deidre lifted Monica up to her feet with one arm and decked her
in the jaw with her other fist. While her opponent was still on the
ground, Deidre lifted her knee and smashed her foot in the back of her neck,
collapsing Monica’s body to a motionless submission. Someone came out of the
crowd and lifted Monica’s arm. When it slapped lifelessly back to the
ground, the crowd roared with approval. Deidre’s arm was raised in
victory as she watched fistfuls of money exchange hands all around her.
Without knowing what
to do, Deidre stood on the floor and watched people take Monica’s body
away. It was noted that the smelling salt didn’t revive Monica and that
her injury was severe. Not realizing that by staying out on the floor,
she was requesting a follow up match, Deidre was surprised when the crowd
roared and another woman came out to stand opposite her. The crowd
cheered for Anna but still plenty were cheering for Deidre’s performance.
Anna was built thick and strong, but not very muscular. She had a low center of gravity and wasn’t as attractive as the other
girls.
Before Deidre knew it,
the bell rang and Anna ploughed her broad shoulder right into her. Deidre
stood her ground, grabbed Anna around the waist and flipped her over her head,
so she landed behind Deidre. Anna’s hips hit the ground hard and she had
trouble getting up. Deidre helped her up by grabbing her bathing suit and
hoisting her up. Then she jerked her knee up into Anna’s ribs, thumping
her 2 feet in the air before she came crashing down to the floor again.
Deidre noticed the wide-eyed crowd cheering her on, egging her to demonstrate
her strength and seduce them with her muscular sexuality. She reached
down and hoisted Anna up, so their bodies were perpendicular at the
chest. Then Deidre easily pressed Anna over her head and paraded her
around the room. After a full minute of showing the control she had over
carrying 150lbs of struggling woman over her head, Deidre pumped and tossed
Anna clear across the floor. She landed awkwardly, bouncing to her side upon
first impact. Deidre walked over, grabbed her by the hair and Anna began
to speak “I give..” But before she could finish,
Deidre slammed her fist into Anna’s face, breaking her nose and sending her
crumbling to the ground. The crowd roared again as Deidre’s arm was
raised in victory for the second time. She waited on the floor again for
an unanticipated third time as another opponent made her way out.
Deidre violently
snapped her arm during the next match and got her to verbally submit in under 20 seconds. Her fourth opponent came out and was
immediately locked in a choke hold as Deidre held her body above the
ground. She collapsed to the floor as well, unconscious. Her fifth
opponent was quickly crippled with a leg kick to the knee, breaking her leg in
half. The sixth opponent was bleeding from the mouth after a surprise
upper cut to the rib cage. They both quickly submitted. The seventh
opponent came out and was visibly scared. After the bell rang, she
submitted before Deidre even laid a hand on her. There was no eighth
opponent and Deidre was cheered sensationally.
Arturo came out of
nowhere and whisked Deidre away behind the bleachers.
“That was incredible!”
he told her. “No one has ever gone more than 2 matches in a row, or 3 matches
a night. But you knocked down 7 – SEVEN – opponents all in a row!
Outstanding! Come with me, somebody wants to meet you.”
“Would that be
Geraldo?” Deidre inquired.
“Yes,” said Arturo,
solemnly. “Geraldo has asked to meet with you. He never asks to
meet with anybody on their first night.”
They walked through a
metal door behind the bleachers and down another hallway. At the end of the hallway, stood a bouncer. He knocked
and let Arturo and Deidre into the room. It was a fairly small room with
a large velvet couch, small wooden coffee table and some flowers on top.
There was one large bookshelf with just a few books and a large mirror on the
wall. Arturo and Deidre waited in the room patiently for several
minutes. Finally, the door opens and in walks a heavy set, cherubic,
red-haired young man – no more than 40 years old. He smiles and
introduces himself to Deidre. He smiles and gives her plenty of
attention.
“My, what a dashing
young lady!” he exclaims in a snooty, high-brow, nasal voice. “You were stu-PEN-dous out there! I’ve never seen anything like
it. My dear, what is your name?”
“Didi,”
said Deidre calmly.
“Ah, Didi,” he said to himself. “We’ll have to change
that. But my name is Geraldo.” He smiled smugly and bowed down
before her.
“Hi, Geraldo,” said
Deidre. “How are you?”
“Oh,
splendid, splendid. Oh, after seeing what I just saw, that performance
that you put on out there is one for the ages. The
Ages!” he said directly to Arturo.
“Oh, I won’t forget this night for years and years to come.”
Deidre stood there
silently. Arturo was just as silent, but out of pure admiration for
Geraldo.
“Well, Miss,” Geraldo
continued. “I don’t know if Arturo told you or not but these matches pay
$100 a piece. $75 to the winner. And since
you won 7 matches tonight, that’s uh… $525!”
“Yes, “ said Deidre, “he told me that.”
“Well, my dear.
Did he tell you that what you have done tonight is unheralded since we started
this club a year ago? Did he tell you that no one has fought and won more
than two matches in the same night, much less fought more than three?”
“He did,” said Deidre
calmly.
Seeing that Deidre
wasn’t as impressed about winning the contests, Geraldo switched gears a bit.
“Well, Miss,” continued
Geraldo. “Your strengths greatly impress me. And while I’ve never
had to pay out this much money to any of my girls in one night, I’m prepared to
give you $600 even just for the pleasure.”
“Thank you,” said
Deidre coldly.
Seeing as his money
didn’t seem to be impressing her, Geraldo switched the
conversation again.
“Miss,” he started
again. “What do you suppose interests me, in the short time you’ve met
me?”
“Well,” said Deidre
looking around. “Money and catfights, I suppose.”
Geraldo let out a
large, phony laugh and looked at Arturo as
well.
“Ha-ha! Yes, yes
indeed,” he smiled. “But do you know what really interests me?”
Deidre looked around
the room some more, thinking of a better answer. Finally, she just
admitted “No.”
“Ah, well, perhaps I
should show you,” he said. “Do you know why, of all the people that come
through here, I want to show you?”
“I have no idea,”
Deidre responded, almost sarcastically.
“Because you interest
me, Miss Didi,” he said matter-of-factly. “You
have abilities that please me greatly and I’m willing to satisfy those needs
for both of us. You see, my dear. My pleasure is worth a lot of
money to me,” he said. “Arturo, could you please leave the room?”
Arturo dutifully stood
up and exited the door leaving Deidre alone with Geraldo.
“I’m going to show you
something that even my dear boy Arturo doesn’t know about,” he said. He
got up from the couch next to Deidre, walked over to the bookshelf, smiled at
her and pushed a side of the bookshelf in. The shelf swiveled
around, creating an opening in the wall.
“Come in,” he said
with a smile.
She followed him past
the bookshelf and into a very large room with high ceilings. Over on one
wall, was a huge video console with about 30 monitors. There was video
surveillance of nearly every corner of the pool hall upstairs, the fight room
downstairs as well as the alley behind the building and the entrance. He
could see every part of the building from this console. Deidre stared at
all the monitors while Geraldo watched her. She stopped and focused on
the fight room monitors. They were from all different angles, high, low,
left right, upper corner, etc. He sat down at the console and started
hitting some buttons and a joystick. Another fight was going on and she
watched him maneuver the cameras to get close-ups of
the fights and the women in them. He then maneuvered
the cameras in the pool hall to focus on women he was attracted to.
Mumbling to himself as he stared at the screen, Geraldo could easily forget
that he wasn’t alone.
“Do you like watching
women fight,” Deidre asked suddenly.
Geraldo, a bit taken
by the bluntness, turned around with a sheepish smile. “Yes,” he said,
and then turned to face her. “But there’s so much more.”
He closed his eyes and
rocked back and forth in his chair. He mumbled a few words to himself and
began speaking aloud. “Mmm, there is nothing
quite so pleasing to me as watching two very fit,
athletic women fighting. Grappling and poking and kicking and trying to
get the upper hand.” He smiled to himself. “And then one
does. And with a heart pounding balance between feminine sexuality and
power one starts to dominate the other..” He
paused as his eyes appeared to roll to the back of his head. “Mmmm. Oh, but you know what
I really like, Ms. Didi? Do you know what
really gives me pleasure?” His eyes finally opened, albeit slowly as he
looked at Deidre.
She looked at him
without saying a word.
“It is,” he continued
and closed his eyes. “when one woman is a
perfect specimen of beauty and power. So dominant! So utterly
strong that her mere presence makes another women shrink. And this woman,
this superb titan of feminine power is pitted against a 90-pound frail, pitiful
sight of a girl. Watching all this might come pressing down on a
weak-kneed imp gives me such a sense of release that I
will do anything to capture this moment over and over again.”
Deidre continued
looking at him, without saying anything. He was getting annoyed at blowing a
lot of hot air and not impressing his guest for it.
“Let me show you an
example,” he continued and got up from his chair. Waving her to come
along, he walked to another part of a room where he sat before a large dark
mirror. He leaned over and mumbled something into a nearby microphone.
“Didi,
this is Leslie.” He flipped a switch and suddenly the huge black mirror
lit up a room that appeared to be a racquetball court. There were wooden
floors and 3 white walls. A small, athletic girl walked into the court
and looked around. It was obvious she couldn’t tell she was being
watched. She wasn’t more than 5’2” and barely 105 lbs. Wearing a
black singlet, she walked around the room and loosened her limbs.
“These are all one-way
mirrors,” said Geraldo. “But to the person inside the room, it appears to
be four white walls.” He walked around the corner so that Deidre could
see the room from beside the court, behind the court and on the side where the
door was. Only the door was blocked off so that a hallway led to the
door.
“Leslie, you see, has
angered me.” Geraldo said. “She fought earlier this evening and
lost. And felt she should be paid more than the $25 owed her. I
told her that if she can fight and defeat my handpicked opponent for her, I’ll
double her at $150.” Geraldo smiled to himself. “So you see it was
all a ruse.”
“What do you
mean? What are you gonna do?” Deidre asked.
“Me? Nothing!” he
chuckled. “This is where we meet her opponent.” He took a
deep breath before saying her name. “Didi, this
is… Heather.”
A moment later, a
second woman walked in the room. Heather stood a full 6 inches taller
than Leslie and easily 130 lbs. Her medium athletic build was covered
with tight, rock solid muscle. And all her muscles were rounded – her
shoulders, biceps, leg muscles were all symmetrically
rounded. But most impressive of all were her legs. They were
nothing less than rock solid, very defined
muscle. Heather looked surprisingly young, with her hair cropped short,
like a figure skater’s. Her breasts and buttocks were sizeable and well
rounded, giving her the only feminine traits she needed. She was truly
built like a rock. Cute, but not so pretty, Heather
walked a circle around Leslie, eyeing her up and down.
“Oh, this is what I’m
talking about,” said Geraldo, staring wide-eyed through the one-way
glass. “18 years old and full of pent up frustration and hard, hard
muscle. Just look at her.”
Deidre did and
wondered what a woman that young was doing there. She studied Heather’s
perfect form and beautiful muscular symmetry and wondered what kind of fight
she had in her. That question was about to be answered.
Geraldo, still gazing
wide-eyed at Heather through the glass, picked up the small microphone and said
“Ding!” The door into the court was shut and both girls began circling
the room, sizing each other up. Heather, a wall of tight solid muscle was
easily going to have her way with the smaller, lighter girl who showed no
muscle. Circling a few more times, Heather finally lunged in, grabbed
Leslie by the neck and threw her into the wall. After she bounced off the
wall, Heather grabbed her again and slammed her to the floor. Not
stopping for a moment, she picked her up and slammed her back into the wall.
And so it went for a good ten minutes of Heather throwing her opponent into
walls and floors, slamming her head first at times, picking her up and slamming
her down at others. When Leslie was tired and too weak to stand anymore,
she stood on her knees. Heather grabbed her by the hair, drew back her
arm and punched her in the face, repeatedly, with furious blows. Some
teeth went flying out, blood began dripping and
spraying from her face with each successive blow. Leslie’s face swelled
up behind a bloody mess before she lost all consciousness and dropped to the
ground. Heather, her legs strong and proud, stood over her motionless
opponent and waited for instruction. Geraldo slowly lifted the microphone
and mumbled into the courtroom PA “Lift her up, over your head and hold it
there until I say down.”
Heather gathered the
body in her arms and maneuvered it so she could do an
overhead press. Gathering the body perpendicularly at her chest, Heather
pressed Leslie’s motionless body over her head and held it. Her muscular
physique shook as her round muscles stayed stone solid. Her abdomen was
like an impenetrable wall. Her eyes, big and hazel, stared straight ahead
with obedience. Heather was holding her for almost a minute before her
arms started to shake and give way to the weight. Finally, her arms did
weaken and she lowered the body to her chest, only to press it back up again
and lock her arms. Another 20 seconds passed until Geraldo gave her
permission to lower the body. Heather, instead, dropped the body behind
her. Leslie dropped over 6 feet and slapped to the hard wooden floor, out
cold and bloodied. “Done,” he said to her and turned out the lights.
Deidre noticed him
pressing a few other buttons and realized he was taping Heather and Leslie.
“Do you always tape
this?” Deidre asked.
“I tape everything,”
he said frankly. “Will you have a drink?”
“No,
thanks.”
“Well, I’ll help
myself then.” Geraldo went to a cabinet and poured himself some
liquor. He sat and talked with Deidre and began telling her
everything, without prompting. And the more he drank, the more he
spoke. He told her how much he gets off at seeing women fight, how
fortunate he is to be able to make money from this obsession as well as money
for everyone involved. He told Deidre that he could never fall in love
but only in lust. He continued by telling her that he would love to have
her right there and now but with no commitment to love whatsoever. Deidre
was disgusted by every aspect about Geraldo but appreciated his honesty.
Then Geraldo went and opened a drawer full of CDs. They had dates and
names on them. He drunkenly searched for a few names, his eyes glassy and
lazy. Then he began playing some of the videos for Deidre of other fights
that took place on the wooden court. He spoke of the beauty and
aesthetics of a muscular woman dominating a weaker woman.
After several hours,
Geraldo passed out on the couch, remote in hand. Deidre went over to his
file and looked it over. They were all dated and some had names on
it. He could see Heather was on a lot of those tapes, especially from the
last 2 months. Deidre opened up another drawer and found still more CD
files. They were filed by which room they were filmed from, including
pool hall, pit room, alley way, front entrance, etc. Deidre pulled out
the first CD with Heather’s name on it and started watching it. The first
video was titled “Candy” and Deidre suddenly remembered the name of the girl
who was killed and found nearby, Candy Apples.
Deidre watched what
appeared to be a reluctant Heather, wandering around
the courtroom in bras and panties. A smaller, weaker girl was pushed in
after her. The girl was wearing a short skirt, had bruises up and down
her legs and her face was heavily painted with make-up. She looked very
young, maybe 16. At first, the women walked around trying to get
out. And then Geraldo’s voice came on the PA. He was urging them to
start fighting or else he wouldn’t let them out. He egged them on with threats
and even resorted to accusing one of calling the other names. Some pushes
began happening, than scratching, kicking and punching. They were both
reluctant at first and then Candy scratched Heather across the eyes.
Heather went ballistic, pounding Candy black and blue, kicking, punching, and throwing her about until she was nothing but a
rag doll. She was raging on her. Suddenly, Geraldo’s eyes wearily
opened and caught a glimpse of the video.
“Mmmph,”
he said, half asleep. “I see you found Heather’s first fight. Impressive,
isn’t she?”
Deidre said nothing as
she wasn’t sure if he was fully awake and aware of how much he was
revealing.
“Oh, she gave me hell
that first night, nearly killed her,” Geraldo said while falling back to
sleep.
Deidre looked around the
files some more and pulled up all the CDs from that day. She found the
pool hall video of Heather dancing seductively upstairs before she was escorted
away by Arturo. Candy was there on the same CD. Then she found the
CD of Candy getting beaten by a slightly bigger, more athletic looking girl in
the pit. Candy submitted but far too early and it showed her complaining
loudly to the raucous crowd afterward that she was overmatched. Then
Deidre found yet another CD from an alleyway camera on the same date. She
played it and several minutes in, there was footage of Candy, beaten and
bruised, barely stumbling out of the door into the alley. She was
rummaging through her purse for a few moments and then pulled out her cell
phone. It was obvious that she could barely see,
much less stay conscious enough to dial, but she tried nonetheless.
Several minutes passed of Candy fumbling her phone. When
all of a sudden, the door opens again. Out steps a hugely muscular
woman, almost 6 feet tall. She was extremely voluptuous with long blonde
hair and legs like tree trunks. This mysterious woman picked Candy up by
the neck, threw her across the alley and slapped her against the brick wall
like a child throwing a hamster. She picked up the small body from the floor,
wrapped her thick arms around the head and squeezed. After bulging her arms and squeezing, she jerked her arms to the
side and dragged her off screen. The camera turned but when it finally
caught up to her, she was walking back, empty handed. In the background,
you could see Candy’s body resting against the dumpster.
Deidre looked at
Geraldo’s sleeping body with disgust. She wanted to kill him right
there. But she didn’t know the identity of the woman who put the
finishing touches on Candy. Deidre slipped the CD into her bag and put
her clothes back on. She tried waking Geraldo to let her out but he was
slow to gather his wits. Deidre told him it was getting late and she was
going to leave. Geraldo rolled over and pushed a few random numbers into
his phone’s keypad, than hung up. He rolled over and passed out.
Deidre heard a click and saw the door open just slightly. “Thank you,”
she whispered and made her way to the door. But before she got out the
door, she was confronted by the hard rock frame of Heather’s body. They
looked equally surprised to see each other. They stood face-to-face,
eye-to-eye. Pound for pound, they were both rock solid muscle. But
whereas Heather was more athletic, Deidre was the more voluptuous.
“Who are you?” Heather
angrily asked, sizing up Deidre as she waited for a response.
“Who are you?
Deidre retorted.
“You know exactly who
I am,” said Heather coldly. “If you were sitting in this room, you know
exactly who I am.” She paused a moment. “And you know what I can do
to people.”
Deidre just stared at
her. She wasn’t as confident facing someone her own stature and who may
be just as strong as she.
“So what are you doing
here?” Heather asked again.
“I’m just –“
Heather slapped Deidre
hard across the face and yelled “I DON’T FUCKING CARE!”
Deidre stood there in
shock, looking at Heather, who shoved Deidre back. With a little bit of
space, Deidre pulled off her shirt again, revealing her large muscular
frame. Now Heather was taken aback. Deidre pulled down her pants
and stood there in her black workout suit, matching Heather muscle for
muscle. Showing no fear, Heather pounced on Deidre, wrapping her tight,
hugely muscular legs around Deidre’s waist and squeezing. She pounded her
fist on top of Deidre’s head, which was tucked into Heather’s chest.
Deidre squeezed a bear hug on Heather, lifted her up and slammed Heather’s
crotch down on her knee, quickly incapacitating her. Slowly getting her
bearings, Heather stood upright and became victim to a vicious clothesline,
which flipped her off her feet and right onto her back. Deidre squatted a schoolgirl pin on her and raised her fist.
She grabbed Heather’s hair to steady her head. Heather shut her eyes,
waiting for the inevitable blow to the head.
“Now tell me,” started
Deidre. “Why do you do this?”
Not used to being in a
position of struggle, Heather tries to wiggle and squirm out of it. But
Deidre waits patiently for her to settle down. Finally, Heather gives up.
“Because
that fucker has me by the balls!” Heather whispered aggressively, referring to
Geraldo.
“How
so?”
Deidre inquired.
Heather was quiet and
then tried to muscle her way out. She was in no position to maneuver herself though, and gave
up for a second time. She sighed. And then
whispered again.
“In my first session
for him, there, in that court, I accidentally killed the first girl I wrestled
with. I didn’t mean to. It just happened. She got me mad and
I went off on her,” Heather explained. “So he said that if I am at his
disposal for one year, he won’t release the evidence that proves I did it.”
Deidre relaxed her
pose a bit and lowered her fist.
“You didn’t kill her,
Heather,” Deidre said plainly.
“What?” Heather was
confused. “I beat her and she never got up. She was found the next
morning the same way.”
“You beat her,” Deidre
said, “but you didn’t kill her. She got up and walked away. When
she tried calling someone, she was killed by someone else in the alley.”
“What?!” Heather
barked. “How do you know that?”
“I saw some video
footage of Candy leaving the building from later on that night,” Deidre
said. “She was barely conscious and stumbling from the beating. But
then someone else came out. A huge blonde girl came out and finished her
off, leaving her by the dumpster. Candy was alive after you did what you
did, but she was dead after the other girl.”
Heather’s eyes were
open wide in shock. She didn’t know what to say other than “Oh, my god.”
“Heather,” said
Deidre. “Do you know who that girl was?”
Heather, till in shock
and looking away, asked “Huge blonde girl? Like muscular huge?”
“Like a brick
shithouse,” answered Deidre.
Heather looked away in
dismay. The anger on her face was apparent.
“That fuckin’ pig,” she said of Geraldo. “He knew all along
that I didn’t…”
And she stopped
suddenly, her eyes growing big and fearful. Deidre couldn’t figure out
why she was suddenly so scared of her. Then she realized that Heather
wasn’t looking at her, but behind her. Deidre turned around to see what
it was and was met with a huge fist to the jaw. Blacking out for just a
moment, Deidre was sprawled out on the floor away from Heather. She
looked up and saw the biggest woman she ever saw. It was the woman in the
video. The one who killed Candy Apples.
She was at least 6
feet tall, with solid, voluptuous muscles. Her arms were like rocket
launchers and her legs looked thick and solid enough to hold up a house.
She had deep blue eyes, a triangular jaw that ended at a point and thick,
pursed lips. With the face of a cover model and the build of a
linebacker, this girl was an amazing combination of femininity and
strength. Heather, with all her powerful, round muscles looked dwarfed
when she stood next to her. Her head came up to the woman’s chin with her
chest, big, round and shiny like a pair of polished cannonballs, aiming to
swallow Heather’s neck.
Suddenly, the big
woman barked: “Gerry! Gerry! Wake up!” She walked over and
smacked Geraldo in the face a few times. “Get up!”
Geraldo, throwing his
arms up in confusion, mumbled and tried to open his eyes. He sat up,
squinted and was barely able to make out who was in the room.
“Samantha?” he called.
“Who is this woman?”
she demanded. “She was attacking Heather while you were asleep.”
She looked at Deidre accusingly.
Geraldo rubbed his
eyes and smiled to himself. “Well, I suppose you should show her what
happens when you attack the wrong girl. To the courts!”
With that, Samantha
and Heather grabbed Deidre by the hair and body and dragged her, kicking and
screaming, around a corner, into a small hallway and into the court. The
lights turned on and the room was empty. Leslie’s body was gone and the
blood was merely wiped clean. This was the first thing Deidre noticed as
she was thrown face down onto the floor. The door slammed and she found
herself surrounded by 4 white walls and 2 strong women. Samantha locked
Deidre’s arms behind her back and hoisted her off the floor. Heather gave
a roundhouse kick to Deidre’s face, which whipped her head hard to one
side. Samantha tossed Deidre’s body against the wall and watched her
crash down. Heather unleashed a barrage of kicks and punches to Deidre’s
body and head, landing a huge thud with every punch.
As Geraldo was taping
the fight, he suddenly noticed that one of his CDs was missing. Seeing
Deidre’s bag on the floor, he rummaged through it and found one.
Realizing that she found the incriminating CD, his eyes grew narrow with anger
that he almost was had. He flipped the light switch, stopping the beating
temporarily, and announced into the court’s PA.
“I found something of
mine in your bag, Miss Didi,” he said. “Seems
you were planning on revealing Heather to the police, no?”
“Tell her who really
killed Candy Apples!” Deidre screamed aloud, shocking both women. “Say
it.”
“We all know who
killed her,” he replied. “And it was an accident. Sometimes
accidents happen, Miss Didi.”
Geraldo flipped the
light switch again and with that, the beatings commenced. Deidre blocked
her head while Heather landed one hard body blow after another. When she
stopped, Samantha shoved her into the wall and swung a huge uppercut into
Deidre’s gut, lifting her off the ground. Then Heather continued
wearing her down.
Geraldo sat in his
chair, silently watching the beatings commence. When
suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. As he turned
around, an arm locked around his neck and dragged him back onto the floor,
choking him. The smooth, muscular brown arms wrapped around his head and
squeezed tightly. His body relaxed and then slumped.
The woman was Ms.
Gibson’s back up, Tamika. Tamika
was the busty Asian lady who owned the martial arts studio and gym where Deidre
worked out. She was brought to the first room by Arturo and left
there. When he returned a moment later, he was surprised to find her
gone. Tamika had figured out the bookshelf
trick and found her way in. But Arturo didn’t know such a passage
existed. So here stood Tamika. Her
smooth, tan, muscular body stood over Geraldo’s unconscious body. Then
she turned and watched Deidre getting beat for a moment. Tamika found the light switch and turned it
off. Confusion ensued as the fighting stopped. The girls, now
temporarily blinded, waited patiently for a signal from Geraldo. Suddenly
the door clicked open and the girls turned.
“Gerry?” called
Samantha. “What’s going on?”
Everyone heard a dull
snap and then a yelp from Samantha. “Ah! My leg!”
There was another thud followed by vibration on the floor, like a big body
falling.
“Samantha?” Heather
called. “Samantha, answer me!” But there was no answer.
Instead, they heard the door click shut.
A moment later, the
lights in the court came back on. Heather looked around and found
Samantha laying face first on the floor, not moving. Deidre, still
recovering from the beating, looked over at the body. Heather stepped forward,
facing the wall trying to get Geraldo’s attention.
“Geraldo!
Geraldo what’s going on?!” she yelled.
Taking the initiative,
Deidre got up and pounded Heather in the back. She crumpled to the floor
and Deidre followed her down with a series of vicious body blows, which cracked
under her fist. Picking her up quickly, Deidre kicked her knee into Heather’s
chest, jackknifing her backwards on the floor.
She gasped for air and clutched her chest. Deidre then pinned Heather
schoolgirl style, on the wooden floor and waited. The door clicked and
the PA came on.
“Come out,” Tamika said, to Deidre’s surprise. Deirdre dragged
Heather’s gasping body out of the court and tossed her at Tamika’s
feet. Tamika looked down angrily at her then
smiled at Deidre.
“Good to see you
again,” said Deidre, smiling back.
“That’s what friend do,” Tamika said.
Deidre found the CD
that Geraldo took from her bag and put it in the player. On the monitor,
they watched the video of Candy Apples’ death at the hands of Samantha.
Heather sat on the floor, slack-jawed. When the video ended, she got up
and started viciously kicking Geraldo’s motionless body, cracking his
ribs. Deidre and Tamika let her go at it for a
moment and then restrained her.
Unbeknownst
to anyone in the room, Samantha had recovered from her brief concussion and
limped into the room. She startled everyone with her voice: “You!” she
pointed to Tamika, challenging her to a
one-on-one. “So now you all know who killed little Candy Apples,” she
taunted. “All because this weak little bitch doesn’t know when to stop or
go all the way,” she said, looking at Heather. “So what
now? Are you gonna turn me in?”
The three girls just
looked back at her and said nothing.
“Well, not if I can
help it,” she continued. “You,” she pointed again to Tamika.
“Are you the one who kicked me in the head?”
“Yes,” said Tamika, confidently.
“Then you’d better
finish me off,” she said, limping toward her. “Because now I’m angry and
if I get my hands on you, I’m gonna tear you to
pieces.”
Nobody doubted her as
her hulking from limped forward, one step at a time. Tamika
waited for her to get close enough and then kicked her bad knee again, sending
Samantha crashing to the floor. She cried and held her knee close,
gasping in pain. Tamika stood over her in pity
and slowly raised her fist above Samantha’s head. Unexpectedly, Samantha
lunged from her crouch and wrapped her arms around Tamika’s
body. On her one good knee, she picked up Tamika
and slammed her down on the ground. Then up and down again. Tamika lost all control and her arms flailed about.
Just as Deidre stepped in to help, Samantha grappled Tamika’s
head in her huge, powerful arms and squeezed and twisted her head and
neck. But Tamika, ever stoic, was holding on,
angrily trying to break free. Deidre started kicking Samantha in the ribs
while intermittently punching her in the back of the head. At one point, Tamika’s eyes met with Deidre’s. They were full of
determination and grit. When suddenly, Samantha’s arms flexed and snapped
Tamika’s neck like a toothpick. Her eyes went
from determined to blank as blood dripped from her mouth.
Deidre, realizing she
lost a friend, dug her knee into Samantha’s back and pulled her arms
back. She held Samantha back as she winced and tried to break her arms
free from behind her. Her head stuck forward, facing down. The
veins popped from her thick neck. Deidre didn’t know how long she could
hold her before Samantha took control of the situation again.
“Heather!” Deidre
called. “Heather, help.”
But Heather stood
there, not knowing what to do. She knew she was weaker than either of
them but her help could destroy the other one.
“Heather!” she called
again. “Help me and I’ll clear your name. We’ll destroy these CDs
with you on them. You’ll be free to go. Just help.”
Heather thought for a
moment and then looked at Samantha, struggling, looking mean. She was
getting stronger, slowly inching her arms forward and taking the momentum away
from Deidre.
“Help!” Deidre cried.
Heather stepped before
Samantha. Her strong legs with powerfully thick, round muscles stood
before her. She put Samantha’s head in between her thighs and
squeezed. The rock hard muscles in Heather’s legs expanded slowly.
Her hamstrings were bulging out more as were her calves. She consistently
applied more and more pressure until Samantha’s skull finally
cracked. Her body relaxed and Deidre let her arms go. Heather
held her head in her thighs while the rest of her body draped down. She
waited a few moments before opening her legs and letting the head drop to the
floor with one last bounce.
Deidre looked at
Heather and gave a sheepish smile. “Thanks.”
Deidre grabbed her gym
bag and started finding all the CDs with Heather’s name on it. She put
them in the bag, one by one. Heather found others and put them in the bag
as well. They kept the CD of Candy Apples’ death as well. Both of
them put some clothes on and found their way out.
Later that night, the
two of them were at Ms.Gibson’s office. Deidre
explained to her what went on with Heather standing idly by. They worked
out a deal where all but one of the CDs with Heather’s escapades were to be destroyed. And the only surviving one, would be fairly benign, where the beating wasn’t too
severe and appeared more sexually oriented. The only other CD that was
saved was the alley footage of Candy Apples’ death. This was in exchange
for Heather’s help in any future endeavors, which she
agreed to.
“Thanks, Deidre, I’ll
take it from here,” said Ms. Gibson.
In the ensuing weeks,
Ms. Gibson established a motive for the crime, revealing the underground
fights. Many women were brought in for testimony. Geraldo, severely injured and in a wheelchair, was sentenced
to a long prison term. And Samantha, surviving the cracked skull, was now
a big, hulking woman in a vegetative state. She was assigned to an
institution to live out the rest of her days. A small ceremony was held
for Tamika at the local mausoleum. Ms. Gibson,
feeling guilty about giving her the assignment which cost her life, took some
time off from her investigative work.
Back in the gym,
Deidre was spotting Heather on squats. The other women in the gym looked
on in amazement that there were now 2 hugely muscular women to train them and
learn from. Just as Heather finished her reps, Linda slowly walked up to
her.
“I know you,” she
said, astonished. “You were the girl that schooled me in the fight pit at
Dante’s!”
Heather was a little
nervous at the accusation and just shrugged her powerful shoulders.
“Yeah, I remember,”
continued Linda. “Man, I was pissed that they matched me against someone
who was so much bigger. But damn, I admired your strength.”
Heather smiled to
herself and thanked Linda for the compliment.
“You could have easily
killed me,” Linda said with a knowing smile. “Just broke me in half right
there if you wanted to.”
I could have, thought
Heather. And no one would have ever known