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Tamara spotted Amy the first day she attended the gym at which Tamara taught self-defence and martial arts. The girl seemed keen to learn to fight as a pastime and a sport rather than solely for self-defence. So Tamara took Amy under her wing, giving her extra tuition for free and encouraging her to come to all the classes |
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| Tamara built Amy's strength and stamina with long sessions on the punch bag and with light sparring fights. As time went on the two women became close friends and then their relationship progressed beyond friendship to become lovers. Often their training sessions would end with some hard, vigorous sex on the training room floor. |
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| Amy soon became keen to try her hand at a
real fight, but Tamara resisted as she knew that her pupil wasn't yet
ready to take on such an adventure. But that didn't stop Amy from
pleading with Tamara to get her a fight at one of the many city centre
night clubs that featured fem-fighting. A few weeks after Tamara and Amy became lovers Tamara went off for a two week wrestling tour of Europe. The day after she left Amy got a phone call from a woman offering her the opportunity to have an audition as a night club fighter. The woman said she represented a number of clubs which were collectively looking to fill a bunch of vacancies for foxy fighters. |
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| Amy was keen to take up the offer, but she
said she would like to wait for Tamara to return. The woman
explained that the auditions were being held the next day and once all the
places were filled it would probably be another 6 months until they was
another set of auditions. The woman said that the audition would be
conducted by an experienced trainer and that it would only last for 5
minutes. After a few more moment's hesitation Amy accepted the offer and was given instructions where and when to attend the audition the next evening. |
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The next evening Amy took the bus
downtown to the location which the woman had described on the phone.
The bus got stuck in traffic, so by the time she arrived at the venue she
was 30 minutes late. She was met by the woman she had spoken to on the phone, who introduced herself as Martha. She was annoyed that Amy was late and urged her to hurry up and change as the audition team was waiting for her in the basement. She told Amy to strip off her clothes and then to join them downstairs as quickly as she could. The woman then dashed off to to the let the team know that Amy had arrived. |
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| A few minutes later Amy made her
way down to the basement. She had bound her hands with tape as
Martha had told her, but she didn't have any gloves or head guard of her
own. She presumed that they would supply her with these things. She entered the darkened basement wearing her sexy pink shorts, matching red trainers and a red striped bandana. She had lightly oiled her body to give her skin a silky sheen. She thought she looked sexy and she hoped that this would help her get a job. |
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It took a few moments for Amy's eyes to adjust to the darkness of the basement. As her eyes got used to the gloom, she could see a metal bar cage in the centre of the open space. The inside of the cage was brightly lit and she could see that it contained a nearly naked woman - she presumed that must be the trainer. Martha was there, waiting for her at the entrance to the cage and she could see several other women standing around the cage, including what looked like a nurse! | ||
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like the look of this!' she thought to herself. She stopped in her
tracks and made to turn and go, but Martha had seen her in the gloom and
shouted out "There you are Amy! Hurry up we have been waiting ages!" Amy obediently continued to walk towards the brightly lit cage her nervousness increasing with each step. As she reached the cage she raised her hand in welcome to the small group of people. |
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"Amy," said
Martha, "these ladies are the managers of the night clubs that are
presently recruiting fighters. So they are the ones you need to
impress. Your audition will be conducted by Talia, who is an
experienced fighter and trainer with the WCF" For the first time Amy looked at the woman inside the cage. Her heart missed a beat! Talia looked really mean and intimidating. Her body was hard and muscular with a barrel shaped chest. Her torso was covered with threatening tattoos and, most frightening of all, her face was painted black and white just like some form of primitive war paint. |
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cage Talia looked at Amy with a look of total contempt. Amy gulped and then looked back at Martha. "What about gloves and a head guard?" she asked. "We're not using gloves or head gear today!" said Martha. "This isn't just a boxing audition, some of the managers are interested in finding wrestlers too, so we are looking for both. Blows to the head are not allowed, so you won't need head protection. You'll be fine, just relax and enjoy 5 minutes sparring with Talia!" |
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"OK in you go!"
said Martha directing Amy into the cage. Amy moved into the cage and raised her arm in a nervous flourish. Talia's eyes glared at her like a pair of red hot coals. "Fucking hell you are 30 minutes late you bitch!" screamed Talia with a strong Russian accent. "Get those trainers off the mat. You should know that you never walk on the mat with shoes! Take them off and get those silly shorts off too - you are meant to be in bikini bottoms!" |
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terror. "I'm sorry I wasn't told!" she said as she rapidly backed
out of the cage door. "I haven't got a bikini with me!" "Just take those fucking shorts off!" screamed Talia. With shaking hands Amy quickly stripped off the sexy red shorts she had so carefully chosen before leaving home and then removed her trainers. Martha took the clothes off Amy. "It's OK honey her bark is worse than her bite!" she said comfortingly as she pushed Amy gently back through the cage door. |
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Looking at Talia,
Amy asked "Is this OK now?" Talia glared at Amy who was now naked except for a skimpy pair of lace panties. "I guess that will have to do!" replied the Russian harshly. Amy heard a loud click behind her and glanced round to see that Martha had locked the cage door. So now there was no way out of this nightmare! "The audition will last 5 minutes" said Talia. "Any blow or hold is permitted except for ones to the head or neck. You can ask to stop the audition at any time, but stopping before the 5 minutes is up will count against you. Do you understand?" |
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Amy nervously mumbled her
agreement and then offered Talia right hand in a handshake. "Start the clock!" called Talia. The Russian grasped Amy's outstretched hand in her left hand and then whipped round to the right to slam a right hook into Amy's right breast. |
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| Talia's knuckles
struck Amy on the nipple and drove deep into her chest to impact hard into
her rib cage. The young woman's breast literally exploded in pain as
Amy fell back shell shocked by the speed and ferocity of Talia's opening
strike. Talia moved after her quarry and dropping low she powered a massive left uppercut into the same breast. The blow ripped into Amy's tit like a thunderbolt almost tearing the breast off her chest. Amy staggered back in shock and distress. Her right breast was now a ball of burning agony that filled her senses. |
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