The Pit
by Merlin based on a story by Teez

Part 2 - Talia turns nasty

Tamara strolled to her corner and sat still as her corner-woman sponged her down, washing the sweat, oil and blood from her body.  She hadn't met the girl before, but she seemed helpful and friendly.

"I never corner for Talia, she's a real bitch!" volunteered the corner-girl.  "She beat up on my friend last year.  She was in the crowd here in the Pit and Talia picked on her for no reason.  She bust her nose and her pussy - put her in hospital for a week!  You beat her good Storm!  Beat her good for me and my friend!"
 

"I didn't know she had fought here before?" said Tamara looking across at Talia who was being sponged down on the other side of the ring.

"Oh yes, she's a sort of regular - always fights in a mask as the "Black Bear".  But we all know that she the Russian called Talia from the WCF, and we all hate her!"

"Why does she come here so often - she can get all the fights she could want with the WCF?" asked Tamara as the corner girl massaged a little body oil into her breasts and belly.

"We think it is because she likes the atmosphere of the Pit and the chance to beat up the crowd!  She's never been beaten in this ring, some people are beginning to say that she is invincible.  But you will cream her tonight, I know you will!  You will cream her good - bust her nose and pussy for me and my friend!"
 

Tamara looked over at Talia's corner.  She seemed to have a man and woman looking after her.  They'd finished swabbing her down and were now talking to her earnestly.  Obviously talking tactics after the bad end to the first round.

All the time the three of them talked, Tamara could feel Talia's eyes fixed firmly on her, glaring at her as if she were trying to put a hex on her.

"Fuck you Talia!" thought Tamara, "You can't spook me so easily.
 

When they started again Talia was noticeably more cautious.  Moving slower and more deliberately she assumed more of a boxer's stance and waited for Tamara to come to her.  Tamara for her part welcomed it.  Feeling fully recovered from the first round she felt much more in charge and able to exploit her advantage.

She had noticed, not only from her experience in the first round, but also from the old tapes of Talia's past performances that she wasn't much of a boxer.  She was powerful, strong and fast, but relied more on her power and sheer brutality rather than skill with her fists.  Tamara on the other hand did have some skill with her fists having fought a number of male's and she decided to carry that type of fight directly to the Russian.

The return of her confidence may have urged her on but still she was cautious.  The Russian could use her fists if she had to and Tamara had no intention of losing her advantage over some slight mistake.  One good barrage from those big fists could paralyze her all over again and this time she might not be so lucky.  She heard the noise of the crowd increase as they closed, but she put it from her mind and began to work on Talia's defences.
 

And what defences they were!  The Russian was fast and hard and Tamara had to concentrate to make any headway at all.  Talia was strong, but so was she and it didn't intimidate her now. She knew she could match the Russian in all except the most violent exchanges and her skill with her fists should help prevent most of that from happening.

Dancing lightly on the balls of her feet she took the fight to Talia in the centre of the ring.  Again and again their bodies thudded against each other as their fists pounded at one another's muscular flanks.  Then Tamara sensed an opening in the Russian's guard and thrust forward powering her thigh up into her opponent's crotch.
 

Tamara almost yelped with pleasure as she felt her thigh thud home almost lifting the Russian off the ground.  Talia grunted with pain and pulled back, her hands instinctively dropping to defend her crotch.  Tamara went after her rival, but although rattled by the blow to her groin, she immediately fought back hard.
 

 The next exchange was long and hard, but in the process Tamara managed to land two heavy blows to the Russian's tit's.  The second blow - a superb uppercut to the right breast - split the Russian's nipple sending a fine mist of blood spraying into the air.


Any ordinary fighter would have been slowed by these blows, but not Talia.  She fought back like a tiger and returned Tamara's blows with a powerful punch to the guts that had Tamara against the ropes gasping for breath.

The Russian obviously felt that things were not going her way and the ferocity of her attack increased as she tried to take control of the fight.  As Talia closed in, Tamara decided use her elbows; they were harder than the gloves and made resounding cracks when she managed to drive them into the Russian's body.

She gained some success with the tactic slowing Talia's attack and putting her on the defensive again.

The blood was beginning to flow freely now and both fighters were now spattered with it, so that mingled with their sweat as they battled furiously in the centre of the ring.

The lights didn't help, it was beastly hot.  Not that it mattered at this point, no advantage to either, but it was going to be a problem in the future for at least one of them.  It made for a fine show though as their punches were driven home their the accumulated sweat and blood flew in a spray about the ring.

Then suddenly it all went wrong for Tamara.  She threw an overly ambitious right hook at Talia's jaw and missed.  As she stumbled passed Talia, the Russian brought her right knee powering up into her guts like rocket.

For an instance Tamara couldn't understand what had hit her.  It felt more like she had been struck by a truck than a woman's thigh.  As she crumpled forward across her opponent's leg Talia followed up with a blinding forearm chop to the back of Tamara's neck.

Tamara's world went black as she momentarily lost control of herself and dropped to her knees on the canvas. Then she tipped forward onto all fours on the mat gasping for breath.

Now the Russian struck again, dropping onto the small of Tamara's back with her left knee with such force that some in the audience thought they heard her back snap.  Tamara cried out as the pain surged through her body, while the Russian kept her full weight pressed down on her back.

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