The Pit, part 1

It was warm she thought, hot in fact and the V of her brief silk shorts was darkening with the sweat of it. Stripping them off and then the body suit she paused in front of the full length mirror and gave herself one last critical look as she examined her body. Her name was Tamara and she was a big woman - a very solid 157 lbs on her 5 foot 9 inch frame. Partly a gift of nature, but mostly the result of countless hours of exercise and physical development. She was very much aware that without constant attention to her physique she wouldn't survive for very long, at least not against the likes of Talia, the so called Russian Bear of the WCF. Tamara had a grudge on Talia. The Russian had auditioned Tamara's young protégé Amy for a place in the city fight clubs and had beaten the young woman so bad she had had to spend a week in hospital. As a result Amy would probably never fight again! So Tamara had challenged Talia to a grudge match to get even with her. Because neither the WCF or any other fight club would sanction the fight, the women had been forced to come to The Pit, a sleazy underground fight club, to settle their difference.
Tamara contemplate the image of her naked muscular body reflected in the mirror and then slipped the ninja mask over her head. One of the conditions set by the Pits' organisers was that they fight incognito and with their faces covered. So both women would be wearing masks and they would fighting under nom de plumes. Tamara was to be called "Storm" and Talia, "Black Bear". Straightening the white mask Tamara took one last critical look at her body then slipped out the door into The Pit.
	Tamara entered the Pit and immediately saw that Talia was already there wearing a black ninja mask. She had entered directly behind Talia and she could see her pale, broad back already covered with a fine sweat sheen as she watched with the rest of the crowd the carnage taking place beneath them in the Pit. Suddenly the Russian turned round and looked directly at Tamara as if she had sensed her presence. Talia didn't utter a sound, but Tamara felt the hostility and venom in the glare from her eyes as the they stood unmoving just a couple of feet apart.
Talia was about the same size as herself, maybe a little heavier and paler skinned with a profusion of black hair at her crotch and peeking out from beneath her arms and curling softly along her thighs and calves. A fashion preferred in the Russian rings she thought which would be a good contrast to her own tanned, smooth skin with its light dusting of sparkling blonde down hair. Not that the audience would have any trouble telling them apart when they were together, especially with the different coloured masks! The first sight of an opponent always had the same effect on Tamara, driving a hard hot knot of anticipation and fear that spread from the pit of her stomach through to her sex organs. But tonight, mingled with the increasing excitement of the challenge was a deep burning desire to have revenge on this woman who had so brutally beaten her young friend and lover. She ached to get her into the ring and to beat her to a pulp. The very thought of the brutal, woman to woman combat in which they were about to engage thrilled her and frightened her at the same time. Tamara drew a deep breath through her nose and inhaled the musk of her prey. No sweet smell of perfume and of scented soap with this one, she thought. Talia smelt of muscle rub, sweat and leather. It was a hard uncompromising smell that warned Tamara of the danger she faced in seeking vengeance against this formidable fighter
Tamara turned her back on Talia and moved to the other side of the Pit. She looked down to see that two local fighters, one black the other white, were slogging it out in the ring. She saw at a glance that the white girl was finishing off her black opponent, the smacking sound of her fists and her grunts of exertion lost in the blood thirsty screams of the spectators. Almost before Tamara reached the far side of the Pit the fight was over. With a snarl of pleasure the white girl raised her blood spattered arms in triumph above her unconscious foe who was splayed out on the canvas, her body covered with blood.
She marvelled at The Pits' construction. Completely surrounded by brick walls the only way up or down to the grubby ring was by ladder or by being lifted out by rope, which was what was about to happen to the unconscious black girl now.
	Seating was not provided and the spectators stood either between the ropes and the walls in the Pit itself or on the balcony above. There was a distinct risk in being a spectator in the Pit itself - the combatants were apt to fight with audience in the Pit who all had to be bare chested (women wore bras). Tamara had mused that it was a bit like a gladiatorial pit and the sight of the black girl being unceremoniously lifted from it by a rope tied to one ankle only enhanced the effect. She supposed that either she or Talia would be destined to follow her before the evening was out.
Tamara's thoughts were cut short as a woman wearing a tight black leather outfit climbed down into into the ring and called for silence.
Her name was Ann and it was she who had described the ground rules and acquainted them with the facilities. A fighter herself, her only purpose this evening would be to separate them at the end of the fight and prevent the death of the loser, the latter always a strong possibility. As the fight progressed the two of them would be totally consumed by their physical need to destroy the other and not inclined to stop at the end of the match.
Once the small crowd was quiet Ann called "Storm" to enter the Pit. It took Tamara a second to remember that was her fighting name this evening!
	She crossed the arena and passed Talia to get to the head of the ladder. She half expected the Russian to take a swing at her as she passed, but in fact the Russian remained motionless until Tamara was half way down the ladder when she made an obscene gesture.
	Ann formally introduced Tamara using the name Storm and then called on Black Bear to enter the Pit. There was a growl from the crowd which heartened Tamara - it looked like the Russian was unpopular in this forum.
Now that Ann had both combatants in the ring she proceeded to explain the rules. Both fighters already knew the rules of course, but they listened to them anyway. Ann knew that the spectators wanted to hear them, although most of them they knew them too. Pretty standard stuff for the Pit and both fighters had fought under them before except for the special circumstances that would end the fight. Five minute rounds all‑in with three minute breaks for as many rounds as it took until one of them was unable to continue followed in gladiatorial fashion by the forcible rape of the loser. Most Pit fights lasted 30 minutes and a few memorable ones, had gone for as long as 90 minutes. Tamara didn't think this one would last that long though, in fact she sincerely hoped it wouldn't and shuddering slightly made a silent prayer that it didn't. The damage inflicted would be horrendous and the recovery period long and painful.
As Ann came to the end of explaining the rules Talia started to rhythmically chant and dance towards Tamara with her arms raised. At first Tamara was slightly amused by the strange sort of war dance, but as it proceeded her tension and anxiety grew. "OK that's enough Black Bear!" called Ann at last as she sent both women back to their corner.
Taking a deep breath Tamara moved to her corner, shook out her arms for the last time and started to dance around in the corner as she anticipated the start of the bout. Meanwhile Ann moved to the side and climbed the ladder out of the Pit. A gong sounded and the two women cautiously moved together in the centre of the ring. At first, a few tentative jabs, a retreat and then back again to test the defences before doing it again. Tamara felt the familiar thrill rush through her as the fight at last got under way.
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