Kira's Brutal beatdown

Kira's Brutal beatdown

This is a story from Musclewomenfight

He announced to the frenzied audience, "SHE THOUGHT SHE HAD A CHANCE!" He smiled with a dismissive chuckle as he held the voluptuous and fit young woman by her throat up against the cage, her nose bleeding on his wrist. "SHE DIDN'T!"

"Oouufff!"

His wrapped knuckles from his free hand buried from sight into Kira's stomach. He got in close to whisper, "Oh. You're pretty alright, Sweetie, and fit!"

"Oouufff! Oouufff!"

His fists bruised, maybe cracked a rib. "You're just not in my league."

"Ooufff!" CRACK! One elbow to the poor girl's lower belly, left her chin wide open for the second.

Now, her arms hung straight down as he held her there, propped against the cage. She was his to dispatch as he pleased. He squatted and let her body drape over his shoulders. In a show of strength and dominance, He pressed her limp but luscious form over his head. As he paraded her, and his own muscled body to his adoring crowd, Kira's mind flashed back to just last week.

I got called by the club's owner.

"A proposition, Kira."

I'd known sleazy Cyril long enough to know his only allegiance was to money.

"We both know, you are the headliner, my dear. I propose offering $1,000 to anyone in the crowd who manages to knock you out."

"And what do I get when I win?"

"For every bout YOU win, I pay YOU the thousand dollars. 5 fights... unless of course you get knocked out."

"Cyril? You're a greedy little sleaze bag and that's why I love ya. See ya Saturday night."

My name's Kira. If you haven't heard of me, my skills or my outrageous body you've been living under a rock. My advice? Stay there. I'm 5'7", 135 lbs of sensual flesh and muscle. At 27, I've found what I love to do. Fight. I want to show all women and most men that if they step in the cage with me, there are only two ways out: either dragged out unconscious or rolled out on a stretcher.

I like to fight. I'm good at it. Really good! I've built a powerful and tough, yet voluptuous body that draws crowds and bettors. Some relish in the sight of a beautiful woman beating the crap out of a man (or woman). Then again, not so few others want to see ME brutally knocked out! So yeah. I'm a big draw for the fight club. Just like tonight.

"Where are all you tough men and women? Is no one 'man' enough to fight me?"

The first of three fights against male opponents went as expected. One by one, upon hearing the challenge and the reward, they raised their hands to step into the cage with me. One by one they were all dragged out.

"HERE COMES VICTIM NUMBER 1" I yelled out as a slightly inebriated 20 something came out of the seats. "Look buddy. I'm not going to bother to get to know you. This just isn't going to take that long. As a parting gift, I'll let you touch my abs and biceps." He 'drooled' as his hands ran down my 6-pack. He never saw it coming. I brought my knee up into his balls. From there, his chin was an easy target. Left-right-left-right my fists detonated all over his face bloodying his nose and lips. His teeth turned a nice crimson color. Within 30 seconds and multiple punches to his face later, I finished him off with an uppercut that sent the bum to the floor. "SOMEBODY GET THIS BUM OUT OF MY CAGE." I was a thousand dollars richer.

Guy number two was bigger. Maybe twice my size but soft. "WE HAVE ANOTHER CHALLENGER, FOLKS! WHO WANTS TO BET HE WILL LAST LONGER THAN THE LAST GUY?" Lots of hands went up thinking there was no way I could finish this brute in less time than the first guy. "I HAVE A THOUSAND DOLLARS TO PUT UP AGAINST ANY BETS! SLEAZY CYRIL WILL HOLD MY MONEY."

People clamored over to Cyril wanting to bet on the big guy, and inside I'm counting my money. I walked around the cage staying loose, flexing my muscles, not only to the crowd but to the ogre standing in front of me. I taunted him with the intent to have him lose focus. His gaze told me it was working. "If you beat me, big boy, you can have a closer look."

I saw his gaze fall to my substantial cleavage and then my 6-pack abs. He was smart to be protecting his family jewels but there are other ways for David to beat Goliath. I was standing close, just under his face when I grabbed his head and pulled his face into my cleavage! It was as if he wasn't aware yet that this was a fight. Silly boy! In one smooth move, I pulled my knees up off the floor and under his chin as I let my shoulders fall to the mat, dragging his head with me. As my back hit the floor, gravity pulled him down until my braced knees rattled his teeth! The big boy straightened ups, eyes glazed.

Below him, I spun and my leg kicked his out from under him. The ring shook as his back fell hard to the mat. I was ready and waiting, my hard body oozing confidence. "OH WAIT! I NEED TO FINISH THIS GUY QUICK, DON'T I? I was taunting the crowd of bettors who'd bet against me. I stood above him as he slowly came around. I dropped an elbow to the bridge of his nose and heard the sickly sound of it breaking. He lay still, blood pouring in a pool beneath his sleeping face. One half of the audience were cheering their voluptuous champion while the other half were cursing my name with the anger of lost bets. "NEVER BET AGAINST A WINNER, LOSERS!"

As the big guy was dragged from the ring, I spread my arms out, my so far untouched body on display. "WHICH ONE OF YOU PUSSIES IS NEXT? COME ON! A THOUSAND DOLLARS IF YOU CAN KNOCK ME OUT OR MAKE ME TAP. AFTER ALL, I'M JUST A LITTLE GIRL!" I laughed at my own joke which was really meant to guilt my next opponent into taking a chance. It worked.

He was a very fit 50ish black man, my height, thin, graying at the temples. He moved with the grace of a former athlete so I paid attention as he got to the cage door and took his shirt off.

"NOW, WE'RE TALKING FOLKS! I'm impressed by your fitness level 'at your age'. You sure you want to challenge me, old man?" He smiled but didn't answer except to put his fists up in a tight guard. He looked like he might know what he was doing. The problem for him was, I wasn't not bound by many rules.

Hand on hips I watched as he started to close in. He took a swipe at my head which was easily avoided but he surprised me a little with a shot to my gut. His punch landed hard, but not hard enough. If this were round 5, I might have been concerned. As it was, my abs are always hard and his punch caromed off.

"HEY, Old Man, that was the best punch of the night. Probably your last since now, I'm gonna kick your wrinkled ol' ass.

Before he could try again, I threw a perfect kick to his right knee! It landed, eliciting a howl of pain as it hyper extended that knee backward. He didn't fall... just then, but he was seriously hobbled. He managed to grab the cage. I was waiting.

A right-left-right to his head stunned him and once again I was enlivened by the sight of my opponents blood. I decided to pour it on and end this quickly. A trickle of blood fell from his lips and down his chin as I started to work his tight gut! Loud THUDS and THUMPS could be heard throughout the arena as I battered his abdomen.

Another slow hook rambled by just short of my nose. I timed my head movement perfectly then came over the top of his hook with a counter that bashed his cheek opening a cut above his eye. "That's gonna leave a mark, Grandpa."

I yell loud enough for the crowd to hear. "MEN! THEY'D NEVER THINK A GIRL COULD HURT THEM. OF COURSE, THEY'VE NEVER FOUGHT ANYONE QUITE LIKE ME!"

As he staggered to the side I saw THE opening. Picture Holly Holm's foot crushing Rhonda Rousey's face! My left foot snapped off my hip and to the side of his head, spraying droplets of blood on the canvas feet away. I watched with pleasure as his eyes rolled up into his head. He toppled like a felled tree and all of a sudden, I'm another thousand dollars richer!

Once again the crew removed my bloodied victim. Once again I strutted around the cage. "Three up, three down! So far the competition's been weak as shit! But then, look at my body. I'll tell you what. I'll double the reward. TWO grand if you defeat me!"

"I'll give you a try" said a young female voice amid the crowd. As she stood and worked her way to the cage, I couldn't help but admire her figure. It was easy to see. Her tight white T was cut off just below large braless tits. She was wearing jeans so low cut I could almost see her pubes and so tight they looked like they were painted on. She wasn't fit like me, but then, who is? No, she was bikini fit. Large breasts, small waist, ample thighs and a killer ass. 'This is going to be fun' I thought to myself.

As she stepped through, I yelled out to the crowd, "FINALLY! SOMEONE WITH BALLS! No offense to your boyfriend, darlin'"

"I'll have plenty of boyfriends after I knock you out, Kira."

I played to the crowd, "Ohhhh, she's got some spunk. I like that." Then, quieter, to her, "I'm going to have to beat that out of you, Sweetie."

"You can try, granny!"

At first, I couldn't believe what I heard. Yeah, she was maybe 18, 19? I was 9 years older. "You're cute, ya know? Not for much longer tonight but hey, this was your choice!" The cage door closed and latched behind her. "Let's see what ol' granny's got for ya!"

The young woman's body was seductive as she came confidently forward. I didn't bother putting my guard up thinking she didn't pose any threat the three previous males had already posed. When her foot kicked out and caught me dead on my nose, bloodying it, I regretted that decision. I stumbled back into the cage wall where I shook the cobwebs out. I sure wasn't expecting that!

Before I could properly react, she kicked out again this time burying the ball of her foot into my legendary abs! When her roundhouse kick caught the side of my head, I face-planted into a small pool of blood spewing from my nose! The arena crowd came to life as wild screams of bets were shouted at Cyril.

As I got to my hands and knees she stepped to the side and kicked me in the ribs sending me onto my back, holding my damaged core. Who the fuck was this kid? I had taken her lightly and she was determined to make me pay in blood and pain.

I looked up just in time see her raise her leg. She brought a foot down onto my stomach. I was in some real trouble with this teen when she pulled one leg straight up, held it, then fell forward slamming her leg across my throat! I bounced and writhed from the leg drop as I wondered just what the hell had happened.

ME! KIRA! Being taken apart by this young bimbo! As I rolled in some agony she was able to slide her shapely thighs around my neck! When she squeezed, I realized the scissor hold might be the end of my night and my money. I was hurt... but not done! I slapped at her thighs only then realizing how strong they were.

She grabbed one wrist, then the other and held my arms out of the way. She released the scissor hold but only briefly as she raised a heel and smashed it down on my gut! She did it again and a few droplets of blood shot out from my mouth. Then she clamped her thighs back down on my head. As she increased the pressure I knew I had only seconds to react. I turned my head just enough... to bite her inner thigh! She yelped in pain and released me.

"YOU BITCH!"

She was quicker to her feet than me. She pulled me up and immediately into a bear hug, my nose dripping blood onto our cleavages. 'Who WAS this girl?' I thought to myself. She had proved better than the three slabs of meat dragged out of the ring earlier. I pushed on her chin forcing her head back but she pulsed her arms and pain shot up my lower back. She squeezed again and I felt light-headed. She head-butted the bridge of my nose and blood smeared over both our faces.

Dizzy, I had enough presence of mind to tell myself, it was time to end this. I endured (barely) one more massive squeeze and when she let up slightly to potentially finish me off, I struck!

Quickly, before she could counter, my left grabbed her pony tail and yanked her head back. My right elbow was already waiting. I brought it down on the bridge of her nose once, twice! On the third strike I heard her nose break and her arms released me. I almost collapsed as I gasped for air, but she... she was stunned, hurt and bleeding!

Ignoring the blood pouring out of her now crooked nose, I hit her with four massive hooks to her face. With each strike, her head snapped and she backed up, step by step.

Oooufff! Oouuffff! Guuffff! My bloodied fists caved her belly in. Although I was tired and hurt, adrenaline surged within me. My hard uppercut split her breasts and hammered her chin. She fell back against the cage.

With my left, I grabbed her throat, pinning her against the cage and yelled to the crowd, "SHE THOUGHT SHE HAD A CHANCE! SHE DIDN'T." I rifled punch after punch deep into her gut and ribs. I wouldn't have been surprised if one or more of her ribs were cracked or broken. Frankly, I didn't care. My uppercut to her chin sent two or her teeth flying, landing on the mat at our feet.

She was done. I wasn't. I let her fall over my shoulders then pressed her sexy, beaten body straight above my head. I paraded her around the cage to deafening cheers and applause. I also made sure every camera phone got great looks at my own taut body.

"SHE HAD MORE BALLS AND WAS TOUGHER THAN MY THREE PREVIOUS VICTIMS PUT TOGETHER. IN THE END, YOUR CHAMPION, KIRA, DEFEATED THEM ALL! AM I NOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, THE STRONGEST CHAMPION EVER TO FIGHT IN THIS ARENA? GET THIS PIECE OF TRASH OUT OF MY CAGE!"

I TOSSED the young woman's limp body halfway across the cage where she came to rest, tits up right in front of the cage door. Like the 3 men before her, the door opened and she was dragged away. Her profusely bleeding mouth left a stain of blood in her wake.

"IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?" I paused. Crickets! Louder I yelled, "THAT'S THE BEST YOU'VE GOT? IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?" Not hearing a peep out of the crowd, I shook my head and started for the cage door.

"I'LL FIGHT YOU" came a youthful male voice. Initially, I could not see who yelled but as he neared the cage door, I caught my first glimpse.

He was a devastatingly handsome young man, maybe in his mid twenties. He removed his shirt and a lump caught in my throat. It was not fear or doubt. It was pure, unadulterated lust. He removed his jeans revealing plain white boxers. He certainly was beautiful... and FIT! My mind raced everywhere except to a fight with him. But, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!.

"Come on in big boy. You have the dubious honor to be my fifth and last victim tonight. When I'm done with you, I'll collect my winnings and maybe leave you my number." The only reaction I got out of him was a shy smile.

He was slightly taller and certainly outweighed me with all that lean muscle covering his body. I wasn't worried. "Well, what's your name, handsome."

"Samuel"

"HEY EVERYONE! SAMMIE HERE..."

"Samuel"

"I'll call you whatever I want, fresh meat. Samuel here has stepped up so I can finish my night with one last victory. You ready, Samuel?"

He slipped on the lightweight MMA gloves as I took in his body. Nice arms and shoulders... strong! His chest looked hard as marble. His cobblestone abs would get tested. Strong thighs should hold him upright for a minute or two. I turned to the audience, flexed my bicep then pointed at Samuel and yelled out, "NOW, WHO ARE YOU BETTING ON, YOUNG SAMMIE HERE... OR ME?"

The crowd roared their approval of me dominating young Sammie. Cyril was taking bets left and right. I was simply strutting, confident as always. Time to give them a show!

"I'll tell you what, Sammie."

Patiently, "Samuel".

"I'll tell you what, Sammie. Let's fight for all the marbles. If you win, you take all my winnings from tonight. That's a few thousand dollars."

"And if you win?"

"When I win, you give me your ride." I had no idea what he was driving but that's not what mattered. What mattered was me taking something from him that was important. He didn't even pause. "Sounds fair to me."

I nodded at his confidence, misplaced or not. I looked over at Cyril who yelled out, "Fight to a knockout or submission. Personally, I prefer knockouts." He rang the bell!

I strutted around the cage. I won't admit it but that last bitch almost had me. Looking at her, I hadn't expected her to use her feet and legs so lethally. My nose had stopped bleeding but it still hurt. Still, I knew I had enough to handle ol' Sammie... Samuel, here.

Oddly, he didn't appear intimidated by my successes tonight. He didn't appear, anything, as he mirrored my circling. He looked all business. I couldn't help but take him all in from muscled shoulders to his bumpy abs to his thick thighs.

I made the first move. "WOULD YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A WOMAN LIKE ME, LITTLE SAMMIE?" I shook my breasts a little, then seeing his eyes take them in, I drove a straight right hand into his gut! Guufff! 'Niiice' I thought to myself. He smiled and I knew he wouldn't fall for that one again.

We circled each other, each looking for an opening. I feinted a right hook to his face but came back a left hook clubbing his liver. It was a good punch that caused him to bend to his right side. My right came over the top and I drew first blood. It wasn't a fight ending blow, just a reminder of what was in store for him.

He stepped back, casually wiped the blood from his nose and smiled again. Frankly, it was a little unsettling. The dance continued as he sent out exploratory jabs and ineffective hooks. He hadn't hit me yet when I moved in close. He threw a hook that I easily ducked under. I taught him a lesson when I plowed two fists into his belly followed by an uppercut that staggered him.

Smelling blood, I followed him to the cage. I have really fast and lethal hands. When his back touched the cage wall my left caught his jaw just right, snapping his head to the side. His face came back around and I reveled in seeing the blood from his nose and mouth course down his chin to his hard chest.

One-two! One-two! I hit Sammie with four quick rockets to his head. I don't know if there's something wrong with me but I enjoy seeing my opponent's blood fly off their faces. With each heavy punch, a globule of deep crimson flew off in the direction my fists sent them. I had Sammie stunned so I grabbed his shoulders and turned him, his back to the center of the ring. I landed a knee to his belly that hit hard doubling him over. As he grabbed his belly with both arms, he dropped to his knees. Now, I had him. I leapt forward and my flying knee just smashed his left eye, cutting it badly. He fell hard to his back, bleeding onto the canvas.

I casually, confidently paced around him, showing off my sensually muscled body.

"Ohhhh, Sammie. Now, THAT's gonna leave a mark!" I laughed at my own joke as I let him drag himself to his feet. He backed against the cage. So far, he had no defense that worked and no offense that bothered me. As I watched him lean on the cage my mind went to a nice weekend at the beach in a four-star hotel. I stepped back and in a show of confidence I waved him toward me in the center. I felt like I had Sammie's number and he wouldn't be able to land a finger on me.

I put my fists up as he moved in. Although I had bloodied him and knocked him down with a vicious knee to his face, he looked fresh. On the other hand, I had fought 4 opponents over the last 45 minutes to an hour with the last one nearly getting the job done on me. I wanted nothing more than to finish young Sammie and climb into a warm hot tub. I suspect he had other ideas.

I sent out a left jab straight to his face to slow him but it came up short. I threw a right hook to his obliques and it landed solidly but didn't faze him. He kept his guard up protecting his face so I concentrated on his muscled core. A left to his ribs! A right to his navel! A left to his solar plexus and a right to his abs! If I realized something, it was that I wasn't doing any real damage. On the contrary, that sequence of some of my best body work of the night lacked the necessary power to break through his heavily muscled core.

"My turn, Kira."

I could see him smile at the look on my face and I didn't like it one bit. I hit his jaw with a right cross and it turned his face, but he came right back, teeth stained blood red.

I realized I was going to have to do more to put him down. I threw a straight kick out that caught him in the chest but... he caught my ankle, held it while I hopped, then pulled me in.

Holding on with his left he lifted my ankle throwing me off balance. Instinctively, my arms abandoned my defense, wind-milling to keep me upright. I saw his right cross coming but it was too late... for me! His fist just CLUBBED my face, once, twice, three times! Now it was ME who was staggered and bleeding! I had not been hit that hard in recent memory and that coppery warm taste filled my mouth.

Still hopping on one leg, I saw him raise his elbow. When it came down, the point of it stabbed my quad muscle! FUCK! That hurt! But more importantly, he meant to cripple me. Still, without putting weight on it, pain shot up and down my trapped leg. He lifted that leg and I winced. He took that moment to drive his knee into my unguarded abs. All of a sudden, I was in trouble.

He gave my ankle a push and losing my balance, I fell to the floor. He didn't attack. He waited, casually backing off to lean against the cage but never taking his eyes off me. Blood was still dripping off his face. The bleeding from his nose and mouth had stopped but the cut above his eye still bothered his vision. He wiped it away and waited.

I went to get up and a searing pain shot through my thigh. I stumbled but grabbed the cage to keep from falling. I couldn't put any weight on it. I looked up. He was coming for me.

All I could do was brace myself against the cage until the pain passed. The thought went through my head, there may not be enough time. I put up my guard while the majority of my weight was supported on one leg. Bravely (or stupidly) I taunted the handsome young man. "That all you got, Sammie? It's gonna take a lot more than that to finish me."

"That's Samuel, to my victims."

That smile. I was beginning to hate that smile. He was enjoying this... maybe as much as I enjoyed beating the first four opponents. As he got within range, I tossed a fist out to slow him. He opened his arms and let my punch hit him square in the chest. NOTHING. With only one leg, I had no steam on the punch and we both knew it. The crowd knew it, too and they screamed all the louder for the retribution they were about to witness.

"FUCK HER UP!"

And

"KNOCK HER THE FUCK OUT!"

I threw another punch but he grabbed my arm and raised it up high. I hopped uselessly against the cage. The uppercut landed on my chin like a bomb, spraying blood through the cage onto the first few rows of rabid onlookers. Still holding my arm up high, his muscular body hit my belly over and over. I lost count as my body wanted to fold but he held me in place as warm crimson dripped to my breasts..

In my disassociated pain, I looked curiously at the Rorschach pattern of my own blood at my feet. I could only hope I wasn't bleeding internally as long strands of blood hung from my lips before falling to the pool beneath me.

We both must have looked a sight. He had me in trouble right now but earlier in the fight I had battered him pretty good and his face showed signs of bruising amid drying streaks of blood. But, I assumed I looked much worse by now. Not only was blood dripping from my nose and mouth but his fists to my face had painted it red in knuckle shaped splotches.

My body, too was showing signs of his dominance. My belly was red and felt on fire. Internally, I ached from my navel to my solar plexus. His gloved fists had also cut my core in two places. Nothing major. Just bleeding from his rib shots that showed more blood loss from me. My breasts, though undamaged from any punches, caught much of the blood dripping off my face. The two of us must have been quite the macabre tableau. All that said, there was no mistaking to where the match had turned.

After the punishing body work, I was putty in his grasp. He bent and I was draped over his broad shoulders. When he straightened up, my arms, legs and head dangled limply. Sammie had a grip on my neck and my wounded thigh. He pulled down on both ends, slowly but firmly. My bruised abs were stretched and screamed in pain but my back was his real target. He bent me nearly in half then pulsed his arms. ARRRGGHHHH! I was close to passing out.

He finally let up but did not let go. I felt rather than saw him start to accelerate across the cage. We got within a few feet when he lifted and tossed my body through the air, smashing into the cage wall. I immediately fell to the floor moaning, lying on my side. I saw him advancing through swollen eyes but could not move fast enough to get out of the way of his big foot! He kicked me right in the gut causing a large glob of saliva and blood to shoot out of my mouth onto the canvas.

Grabbing one of my arms he dragged me to my feet. He had to hold me in place. My damaged thigh still would not support my weight. He pulled on that arm and slammed his knee into my belly three times before he allowed me to fall to my knees. Even that position was painful but it allowed him one more knee strike.

He held the back of my head and brought his knee straight up into my face, once, TWICE! They struck me just above my left eye socket re-opening a bad cut that instantly flooded my vision red. I was stunned, bleeding profusely, almost out but not quite and certainly not enough to Sammie's satisfaction... nor the satisfaction of the crowd. He held my face up as the crowd yelled for more.

I could hear them yell, "KNOCK HER OUT! KNOCK HER OUT". I agreed with them. I prayed he would knock me out. My prayers would go unanswered for a bit yet. I had never been beaten up so badly, so thoroughly, so convincingly one-sided.

Once more, Sammie... Samuel lifted my carcass off the canvas. I held onto his hard biceps to steady myself as he pulled me up. My left eye was already closing but it didn't much matter. Blood flowed down into it compromising my vision. It was a moot point. In a short while, unless I could mount an unlikely comeback, it would be closed for the night, maybe for the week.

He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and slowly turned me so the crowd got a good look at what he had done to me. I was a bloody, black and blue mess.

"HER ARROGANCE AND CRUELTY WERE HER DOWNFALL" he announced to the crowd. "I DIDN'T COME TONIGHT TO BEAT KIRA DOWN, BUT TONIGHT, I TOOK OUT THE CHAMPION SIMPLY BECAUSE HER MOUTH AND FIGHTING SKILLS SHOWED NO MERCY. SO, NEITHER HAVE I, NEITHER WILL I."

Still holding my hair, I was hanging there, defenseless. I felt his body adjust and caught the movement! He smashed the right side of my face with his left elbow! But as had been the case throughout his dominance over me, one strike was never enough!

His elbow hit me again, and again. How I remained awake, I can't say. All I recall was feeling blood coming from my ear and my right eye closing. It hurt like hell and I wondered if he broke my eye socket. At the moment, it didn't matter. I was out on my feet.

Still showing my beaten body and bloody face off to the crowd, he asked, "Any last words out of that sassy mouth of yours, Kira?"

I whispered, "yeah". He came in close. "Fuck... you!" I spit a wad of blood into his face and grinned weakly showing bloody teeth.

I knew he smiled as he wiped his face. I didn't see it. I was too exhausted. Too beaten. I just knew he was relishing his moment. He was going to finish me. The only question would be, 'how badly was it going to hurt'?

I didn't see it coming. Oouuffff! Oouuffff! His free hand snuffed out any remaining resistance my abs may have had. Plus, I'm pretty sure he cracked a rib. My chest felt on fire. Even still, he didn't let me fall. I wanted to fall. I wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep for a week. Sleep was coming for me, soon, but not just yet.

Weakly, I tried to put up my guard. His first punch knocked my arms roughly to the side while the second, third and fourth began their destructive paths to my face. Apparently, it didn't matter to him I was bleeding badly. It didn't matter to him he had beaten the fight out of me. It didn't matter to him the fight was ostensibly over. This seemed personal and there was no stopping him.

He reached around my neck and grabbed me in a headlock. Squeezed between his hard bicep and marbled pecs, I was in total agony. Well, that was until he started to land fist after fist to my trapped face. My body would have fallen. I was held up only at his discretion in the crook of his arm.

My arms hung at my sides. My knees had buckled and my feet lay limply on the mat. He spun me to show the audience my disfigured face. Apparently, it was not disfigured enough for his liking. With my head trapped, his free hand started punching my unprotected face, resulting in a mask of blood. I'm sure my nose was broken and probably an eye socket. I'd need stitches to repair the damage above each eye. And who knows what damage I had also incurred as blood seeped from my ear.

He lifted up my right arm, my dominant arm and draped it over his shoulder as he turned his back to me. I had to be on my tip toes to relieve some of the pressure. The pain from my ribs was excruciating. I wasn't very aware at that point but I was aware enough. Samuel had made sure I felt my suffering. He grabbed my wrist with both hands and...

AAAIIIEEEEE! Samuel pulled down so hard, he dislocated my shoulder. The pain was beyond anything I had ever felt. He let my arm drop to my side then with power and precision he started rocking my face! It was so brutal and so unnecessary.

With every strike, a new splash of blood flew off my face, onto him, onto the mat and onto people in the first few rows. Some first row regulars knew enough to hold up plastic sheeting so the blood... MY blood didn't coat them head to toe.

He knocked me backward with every painful punch until my back hit the cage and still he didn't stop!

How I was still conscious I didn't know but that mystery was about to be resolved. I know what I must have looked like. I've done similar damage to some of my opponents. A straight kick to my belly slammed me hard against the cage wall as I spit up a large wad of blood.

He didn't attack right away. He stood back, arms out, mimicking me apparently as he slowly showed of his impressive muscular body to the crowd. They cheered him much as they had cheered me earlier.

When he got back to me, his face told me he was not done. His left foot swung up from the floor and landed squarely on my dislocated shoulder. I screamed as I went to hold that arm, falling to my knees.

Now, despite my toughness, tears started to roll down my cheeks. The pain, all over my body was becoming unbearable. He reached into my cleavage to grab my top and yank me back to my feet! Every movement felt like knives stabbing me. My face was covered in blood, both fresh and dried. As swollen as my face was, I suspect I was nearly unrecognizable.

As he pulled me up, he grabbed me by the throat, lifted me, then slammed my back over his braced knee. I was totally vulnerable in his grasp draped there and it was only to dish out more devastating punishment. A series of hammer fists rained down on my black and blue abs. Each one felt like being hit with a 3-pound sledge.

The pause was only to redirect his ire by grabbing my hair and pulling my face up. "NOTHING SMART TO SAY NOW, HUH CHAMP?" I was too tired, too beaten to speak as little bubbles of blood formed and popped on my lips. He laughed at this then punched my face a half dozen times... when in truth, one was clearly enough.

When he was done with that, he let me hang there on his knee while he spread his arms again to the adoring crowd. I reached up in my haze and tried to scratch his face or eyes with my one good arm. I managed one small gouge on his cheek before he grabbed my hand.

"Now, that wasn't nice at all, was it, Champ?" He held my hand in his, then gripped my fingers with his other hand. I couldn't have imagined the pain I felt when he gripped the fingers tightly, then bent back the index finger on my right hand. More and more he bent it until...

CRACK! "AAAIIEEEEE!"

HE BROKE IT!

He released that finger only to grab the next. I could only pray he didn't..."NO! NO! NO! PLEASE...

CRACK! "AAAIIIEEEE!"

My second finger had been bent at an impossible angle then bent til it also broke. The pain was beyond anything I had ever experienced!

He tossed my broken body to the cage floor where I writhed as I hugged my hand to my chest, tears mixed with blood streaming down my face. He stepped over me and straddled my upper body, facing my feet. He pulled my arms up over my head while I tried to soothe my fingers. Stretching that dislocated shoulder hurt so damn much! My body was stretched tight as he lowered his ass to sit on my upper chest.

My arms were trapped and his weight kept me pinned. Then, he went to work.

He punched straight downward, right-left-right-left, slamming his gloved fists into my sternum and belly. He was relentless. He had already beaten my abs, my body unmercifully. I lost count as with each heavy gut pounding blow, blood shot out of my mouth. Then, it stopped. But only to regroup.

Sammuel changed positions so his weight was directly on my swollen and bruised stomach. He had pulled my arms down ignoring my screams of pain. He trapped them at my sides with his strong thighs. I knew what was coming. I had done the very same thing to past opponents to crush and humiliate them. Now, I knew exactly what that felt like.

Above me, he paused to flex his incredible body and show it off to me as well as the crowd. "You should know something, Kira." His right smashed the left side of my face. "You remember the first guy you beat up tonight? You smashed his balls then knocked him out." His left came across and smashed my face the other way. "That was my younger brother, Tom, Bitch!"

His right came back and I swear he broke my jaw. "And the second guy. The big bear of a guy? He was my cousin." Left! Right! My blood painted the mat. "Now, we didn't know the third guy but the young woman, she was my younger sister." Left! Right! Left! "I was hoping she would finish you and she nearly did but when you finished her off, I couldn't let that stand." Left! Right! Left! Right!

He paused only to climb off me and lift me to my feet. I was so out of it. Bloody, bruised, broken. He shook me a little and the pain brought me back.

"There she is. IS THIS YOUR CHAMPION" he asked the crowd? The chorus of voices was insanely loud, "NOT ANYMORE!" He laughed at that then took his stance, right in front of me.

A left to my jaw! A right to my eye! A hook to my belly! I started to fold but he grabbed my chin and held me, positioned me. His powerful fist to my chin slammed my head and body back against the cage. I "stood", frozen, then fell, face forward onto the cage floor.

Samuel had knocked me the fuck out!

I never heard the cheers! I never heard Cyril declare Samuel the winner and new champion. I never felt being loaded onto a stretcher and wheeled out to a waiting ambulance. I never felt my shoulder being reset and put in a sling. (Thank God) I also never felt the 15 stitches that closed the gash over my eye nor the dentist who checked my teeth. Best of all, I didn't initially feel the embarrassment of having my ass kicked in front of 'my crowd'.

I woke up two days later in a hospital bed, loopy on pain meds. There was a small bouquet of flowers on my bedside table. The card's message was simple:

Til next time

Sammie