Punchout Princess Presents....

RED RAGE

2008-10-29T04:04:00.001-07:00

A cold December night and as usual in this region of Russia, the people usually went indoors and stayed there, keeping well out of the biting, cruel cold of Moscow. But not everyone. No. Some preferred the night and one of the best ways to keep your blood warm was by watching someone else lose theirs. The Caldrega Club was one of the best places to catch a brutal fight in these parts. You could guarantee that at least one fighter wouldn't get to live through the night and that in itself brought the punters in masses.

Mikhail Vachensky owned this club and he ruled above all and no one dared question him. A former KGB colonel and now a notorious and deadly gangster this man was not to be crossed. He loved to watch women fight and be torn apart and there were no shortage of willing and desperate women who needed the prize money on offer, even if they had little or no fighting experience then pure hunger and need would bring them in and make them step into the ring.

Ludmilla Kuschev was one of those girls tonight, nineteen years old, she had seen her fair share of struggle and hardship. Her brother had been killed in a similar club a few years ago and that had left her at 14 with a sick mother and no real way to earn anything to feed the family and keep a roof over their heads. Her mother was dead now and she was all alone. She worked out and ran a few miles each day, she had been fighting with some of the local women, purely for enough money to feed herself each day. She wasn't an unnattractive girl but the hardship had carved lines into her face. This fight would most likely cut some scars into it as well.

The assembled crowd was a mix of locals, gangsters, some police and various street scum, all looking for their fix of brutal violence and a chance to keep out of the cold for a few hours.

Ludmilla walked through the crowd, some of them patted her on the back, others jeered and mocked her. She wanted to eat today but she also wanted to run out of here, but she knew that if she tried to do that then she would be found floating in the river by morning. Her deep brown eyes teared up, this was to be the test of her life and now she wondered what the hell she was doing.

She stepped through the ropes and she was shown to her corner by an elderly man. He reminded her of Gorbachev, only not as drunk. A cheer went up in the crowd and some of the people parted. Ludmilla could see a woman coming through, she was easily six feet two and powerful looking. She had short hair and a real mean look, Ludmilla felt nervous now and it took all she had not to run out of here.

Vachensky watched as her fighter, Irena, climbed into the ring. She was a powerhouse and a vicious, dirty fighter. In this month alone he had seen her wreck and demolish seven other women, killing one. There was always the river to dispose of any unwanted trash. The chair he sat in was handcarved and the clothes he wore were of the highest quality and expense. His silver hair was shaved short and a trimmed goatee made him appear sophisticated. His right hand gripped a hammer, his knuckles whitening with the intense grip.

Irena Kovesk was a machine, a real piece of work. She bounced up and down, all the time keeping her eyes on the young girl at the other side of the ring. She didn't look like much, Irena thought, shouldn't take too long to destroy her. Irena liked to cripple and retire other fighters, she didn't like competition.

Both of the women's hands were taped up so it wasn't strictly bare fist fighting but it was close enough.

The massive room went quiet and everyone looked up towards Vachensky, he stood up and looked around the room like a king keeping court. He then slammed the hammer down on the arm of the chair and the crowd roared. Ludmilla looked at the woman across from her and she knew that she had to survive just three rounds for the money. The equivalent of a thousand dollars, with that she could buy the passport she needed and the airfare and finally get out of this god foresaken country and go to the US.

Irena moved around the ring and Ludmilla tried to mirror her movements, the bigger women smiled at the young girl.

"Don't worry, sweetie, this won't take long." Irena mocked and then moved in, fast and hard. She jabbed at Ludmilla's face and her nose let out a couple of spots of blood. Ludmilla shook her head and put her taped fist up and on it she saw blood, no one had ever been able to make her bleed. She punched at Irena's face and missed. She thre another and moved in, the punch caught Irena in the mouth and her top lip was cut open.

"Whhhooooooooh!" Went most of the crowd and Vachensky smiled.

Irena could feel her lip burn and blood trickle down her chin, she could taste in her mouth. Ludmilla brought a fast elbow round and it impacted on the bigger woman's right cheek, her head snapped back and she could feel the ropes at her back.

No fucking way was this kid gonna get the upperhand on me, she thought. And she smashed her forehead cruelly into Ludmilla's nose.

CRUNNNNNCCCHHHHH!! The nose bust open and blood poured right down Ludmilla's face and onto her generous tits. Ludmilla's knees wanted to give way but for some good reason they didn't betray her. She stumbled back though, a few feet and then she got her bearings and shook her head. Irena smashed a right and then a left into Ludmilla's face, her head snapped from one side to the next and she felt sick.

Ludmilla knew she had to do something. She felt something on her back, one of the crowd had spat on her. She moved back and kicked out at Irena's knee, the older woman caught the foot and she smashed her left elbow down hard on the right knee.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAACCKKKKK.

Ludmilla screamed out and Irena let the foot go. Ludmilla held her knee and she looked up just in time to see a blistering uppercut. It hit right on the button and lifted Ludmilla off her feet and onto her back. The impact pounded the wind right out of her and she looked up. Her senses were reeling and she tried to focus. She was being torn apart and she knew it. She knew she had to get up. A beer can landed near her head, she heard a bottle smash nearby. The crowd wanted blood and they were rarely disappointed in here. She tried to get up, pushing up on her elbows, her right knee was damaged and it burned like hell. She rolled to her side and grabbed one of the ropes, trying to pull herself up, she grabbed the next one. She was halfway up. She could sense Irena near her, moving in for the kill.

Ludmilla was desperate, hurt and scared. She could feel her vicious opponent about to grab her and so she hit out with her right, still holding onto the top rope with her left hand.

The backhand caught Irena hard and fast and she spun around and fell to her knees, her back to Ludmilla, blood poured from her broken nose. The crowd showed their appreciation and one fan threw a bottle near her, the ring was becoming a dangerous place in more ways than one now. She shook her head, how the fuck had that kid hit her like that?

Ludmilla pulled herself up and turned around just in time to see Irena getting up off her knees. She moved over and got her left arm around Irena's throat and pulled her up. Ludmilla then slammed four brutal and punishing rights into her face from behind. Irena's right eye was cut and another three punches made it a complete mess. Irena struggled and she clawed at the arm, her knees went weak again, she was bleeding badly and her face was damaged.

Irena realised what she had to do. She kicked back and dug her foot into the damaged knee...and then again and then once more. Ludmilla cried out and let go, holding her knee. Irena turned around and the look on her face was classic, she wanted to kill this young cunt. She grabbed the hair and she brought her knee up into Ludmilla's face. The young woman's knees went weak. The right knee came up again and opened up the right eye, just as she had done to Irena. Ludmilla's arms hung loosely at her side and her knees gave out. The only reason she wasn't on the canvas was because Irena held her up.

Irena looked up and saw Vachensky. She smiled, through the blood, she looked like one evil bitch. She looked back at the girl she held in her hands and she brought her knee up again, at the same time letting go of the hair. The impact was cruel and brutal and so hard that it spun Ludmilla over, she bounced off the ropes like a limp doll and landed back on her face. Blood smeared on the canvas, along with the stains of previous fights and losers.

Irena moved in for the kill, She grabbed the broken girl's hair and pulled her to her knees. Ludmilla's shattered knee sent screaming pain into her skull. Irena let go of the hair and she grabbed her opponent's tits and Ludmilla screamed and clawed and beat at the tough, scarred hands. Irena pulled up, squeezing tighter. Ludmilla cried out again. It echoed all around the former music hall. Irena's nails dug into the nipples and she twisted and dug in, she looked into the broken, battered face of this young woman and she smiled. She then smashed her head into the face. Ludmilla's head snapped back, Irena had another cruel headbutt ready as her head came back up.

The sadistic and bloodthirsty crowd were in paradise.

Irena let go of Ludmilla and she pushed her with all her strength into the ropes. Ludmilla fell back and she bounced off the ropes. She was half out and her nerves were wrecked and torn apart. She moved forward, as if she was in autopilot.

Irena knew that this move would finish it. The finisher had never failed. She jumped up and timed it perfectly. Even Vachensky stood up and threw his fist in the air.

The knee hit Ludmilla just under the chin and it spun the young muscovite around. Ludmilla hung for a moment, knocked out on her feet and then, mercifully, she fell forward and bounced off the canvas with her face. Blood pooled around her head. Irena walked over and viciously kicked the unconscious woman in the face. The crowd cheered and clapped. Irena threw her hands in the air and walked around the ring, this was just another victory and she expected to have many more.

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Ludmilla was carried out by two of Vachensky's goons and dumped her around the back of the club. Fifty roubles were thrown on top of her and her hooded top was tossed with it. She had enough to eat but it would take a lot more than that to repair the damage done by Irena.

Fight Fantasies

2008-10-29T02:58:00.000-07:00

If anyone reading this blog wants me to write a custom story for them then just drop me a message and let me know. I am confident that i can write anything you want and if you want it to be private and not posted then i can do that as well. It is up to you.

Credit Where it's Due - Drew Hammond

2008-10-27T05:11:00.000-07:00

I feel it only right to say thanks to Drew Hammond for his kind permission to use the Noble Art pic. The full title for the pic is 'Women's Fight To The Finish' and a truly fantastic pic it is too. Here is Drew's own page on Deviantart, check it out, it is well worth a look.

http://drewhammond.deviantart.com/

pp xx

HARD TIMES

2008-10-25T09:16:00.000-07:00

Rita Bagshaw was a rough bitch, at 42 she had seen her fair share of scraps and now this one would be no different. She had only lost twice on 25 years of fighting. Up and down England she had punched and battered her way into fame and not so much fortune. Her young opponent was Sandy Tobin from Leeds in the North. A young and keen fighter, she had already had some wins and had punched one girl into a coma a few months ago. This didn't impress Rita, who had retired more fighters than she could count.

Both women stood in their respective corners. Albert, an old hand and referee for this fight, climbed through the ropes. He looked a little like anyone's grand-father but he was still handy with his fists and stood for no trouble in his boxing booth.

"Alright, you lot, shaddup, and let's get these girls goin'" He recieved a few hoots and a round of applause.

Rita couldn't wait to get started and she stared right at Sandy.

"Both women come into the center." Albert said and motioned to the middle of the makeshift ring. Basically four barrels and rope tied twice around. People didn't come to the fair for posh frills, they came to see women break and batter each other senseless.

Rita walked to the middle, followed by Sandy.

Sandy smiled at Rita and Rita just shook her head.

"I am gonna smash the fuck out of you, cunt." Rita said and lifted up her right hand to show her iron cast hard knuckles.

Sandy didn't look so confident now.

The buzz in the crowd was growing. They knew they were in for a treat. Each punter paid a fiver to get in. Not a bad price for an illegal bare fist fight between two hot, bare breasted women.

"Right, let's get this on, you two, give it your best and don't let me down." Albert said and then moved quickly out of the way and through the ropes.

"Look i..." Sandy didn't get to finish what she was going to say because Rita smashed a brutal fist into her mouth. The young woman stumbled back and the crowd went mad, cheering and shouting. Rita moved in and cracked the young fighter in the face again. Sandy brought her hands up to defend herself. Two of Rita's follow up punches glanced off Sandy's fists.

"Think that will save you, little slag, then you are fuckin' dumber than you look." Rita taunted the young northener.

Sandy ducked under and punched up at Rita's face, one and then two. The second punch caught Rita on the jaw and this made her step back and bring her gaurd up. It seemed that the young scrapper had some skills after all.

Sandy stepped forward, blood on her mouth and a bruise showing on her right cheek.

"You want to make this rough then i got no issue with that. No quit, no runnin', just me and you, yer old whore. Come on." Sandy wanted this now, she was no coward.

Rita moved to the side. Albert shouted at them to get on with it and a few of the assembled crowd echoed him.

That was it and it was all Rita needed. She loved to please a crowd. She moved in and with stunning speed she crashed an elbow hard into Sandy's left eye.

"Arggghhhhh...you...bitch." Sandy moved back and put her hand up to her eye, it was cut open, deeply and blood poured out of the three inch gash. Rita wasn't finished but Sandy was ready for her this time and as the older woman came in she moved in and slammed a one two combination into Rita's jaw. She felt that and it seemed as if she had been hit with a truck. Her knees went weak for a brief moment and it seemed for a second that she would be on her back. The crowd was loving this. So far the fight had gone back and forth and both women were unwilling to give ground to the other.

Sandy came in and she unleashed an uppercut which rang right on the money and connected like a dream. Rita's head swam as the fist sent her into the barrel at her back. Some of the crowd started to cheer Sandy on.

"Finish the old slag." Shouted one man

"Break her wrinkly old face." Said another, right behind where Rita was now standing, dazed.

Rita couldn't handle this. She was the boxing booth champ and now this young slag was coming here and punching her around her own ring. No fucking way, she thought.

Albert shouted at Rita. "Get with it, Rita, batter this young cunt."

Sandy turned around and smiled at Albert.

"I am gonna wreck this old.." Sandy felt her jaw slam to the side before she could finish the sentence and another vicious punch sent her jaw back to the left side. Sandy's knees went like a baby giraffe's and she felt sick. Albert shouted at Sandy.

"Hah, see how hard you feel now, bitch." He was jumping up and down and so were most of the crowd. The booth hadn't seen a fight like this in years.

Rita grabbed Sandy's hair and pulled her head down. Rita then punched the young woman's face as she was unable to see and was still dazed and confused after the double jaw breaker, a speciality of Rita's. She had to hand it to the young woman. That double tap usually finished off any woman. Rita slammed three more punches into the young girl's face and then let go. Sandy came up fighting and punched out at Rita. Blood coated the young, broken face. She had lost three to four teeth as least. Rita blocked the three punches thrown by Sandy and laughed at her. This sent Sandy into a rage and she threw wild haymakers in the hope of connecting and putting her down. Rita moved out of the way of the windmill style punches and then moved in with another elbow, this time it busted open her other eye and Sandy cried out in frustration and panic. She was getting torn apart.

"Come on, love, where's yer fight gone?" Rita said, smiling.

Sandy came forward and was met with a dynamic and cruel one two, both punches tore open the existing cuts above both eyes and blood splashed onto the floor and Albert shouted again at Rita to finish it.

The crowd got their money's worth.

One man in the crowd shouted something. "Give her the bouncer."

Rita looked over to where the voice came from. Somebody knew her fights then. Rita smiled and then looked at Sandy. Yeah, The Bouncer was the right way to finish this.

Rita stepped in and unleashed four punches on the hapless young woman. She drove her into the ropes and they took the strain well. Sandy was pressed against the ropes and Rita jumped up and smashed the most vicious and brutal haymaker punch into the nose of her opponent. Blood sprayed upwards and some of the crowd behind Sandy got a real faceful. Sandy cried out and with the force of the punch she came forward and right into the hard, scarred fist again. This one nearly took her head off and mercifully Sandy was out before she hit the floor.

That was The Bouncer and no woman had ever been able to come back from that. Sandy was out, she was a wreck and Rita hoped that she had punched the fight out of the girl, forever. Another retirement and Albert would give her a bonus for her efforts. Rita held her hands up and the appreciative crowd threw coins in the ring and cheered. She was the champion here and that was how it would stay. Albert arranged for a couple of strong lads to carry Sandy's knocked out form round the back of the booth and dump her there. Albert had no time for losers.

Rita went back to her caravan and went to sleep. Fighting was her life and that was all she knew. She enjoyed punching and knocking other women out. She loved it and she was looking forward to the next idiot bitch who fancied her chances.

Just Imagine....

2008-10-25T08:00:00.001-07:00

Just imagine, if you will, the sheer damage that these two ladies could inflict upon each other. Personally, i would love to fight either one of them, but not both at the same time. I am not suicidial or stupid!!

The woman with the short hair is Goddess Heather, a famous face on the net domme scene. She is a real powerhouse and the woman that she could fight in this is no weakling either.

OK...here it is. If any of you want me to write this story then let me know by email

punchoutprincess@hotmail.com

Feel free to drop me a line and let's chat.

PP xx

Upcoming Stories

2008-10-25T07:53:00.000-07:00

Look out for stories based on these two fantastic images from Brutalis. He really is one of the most talented Poser artists out there and he certainly gives me tons of inspiration for my words. I really enjoy creating new fights and new stories for each of the brave and brutal women we all love to read about.

HARD TIMES - A seasoned fighter takes on a young challenger in a fair boxing booth. Brutal tactics and experience count for more and one fighter is out of her depth and out cold before too long.

FIGHT FOR A PRIZE - A vicious and brutal fight between two former friends. Now, sworn enemies these two women will do whatever it takes to win and that includes nearly killing the other. A truly savage and deadly encounter in the squared circle.

The Noble Art

2008-10-21T12:30:00.000-07:00

Bare knuckle fighting has been around for centuries, obviously, for as long as people have had fists then undoubtably they have figured out that throwing them around and making contact with flesh feels good. Though possibly not for the recipient of the fist.

Women have long felt the need to compete against each other in a wide variety of ways so why do some people feel so offended at the thought of women trading blows?? To be honest i would feel less of a woman if i didn't fight. I have been in a fair few scraps and i have sometimes questioned my sanity, especially when i found myself in the emergency room after a vicious KO. But you have to take a few knocks in life, or so they say!

I spoke to a man at the club where i trained and he looked at me as if i was a total freak when i told him that i wanted to fight, that i was willing to get hurt for the thrill of competition. I felt like punching him in the mouth but i managed to restrain myself, if it had been a woman...well, i may well have punched her out. Why? Because i don't have a problem in pitting myself against another female. That is just the way i am.

I was in a burger bar one night and this drunken woman started on a friend of mine, for what reason i don't know. Anyway, she came up and put her face in my friend's personal space and i just cracked her on the jaw and she went down like a sack of shit. She got up after a few moments, her knees were all over the place, so i just headbutted her and that was it. Lights out. My friend was stunned. Another woman asked me why i fought "like a bloke", i just said that i used whatever i needed to get the job done. Nuff' said.

I am a fighter, i am a woman, i am me!!

What is it to fight?

2008-10-21T11:55:00.000-07:00

Punching another face feels like nothing else. The impact and the reaction are both brutal and beautiful in one exquisite moment. I have had fights where there have been no or few punches thrown and then i have stood toe to toe with another woman who really knows how to rip it up. It all depends on the attitude of the fighter. I have, as a woman, never understood all this scratching and pulling hair stuff. a fight is a fight and with this the intent is to put your opponent down or at least make then think twice about their life choices with a few well placed punches.

I have been knocked out, stamped on and put in hospital and still i come back for more. Why? because this is who i am. Deal with it!!

Punchout Princess Presents....

2008-10-21T09:38:00.000-07:00

Welcome to a new story and art blog based on female fight fiction and bare-knuckle open combat. If this is not your bag then you will not enjoy what we have in store for this news board. If you do then hello and welcome...step into the ring and let's see what you are made of.