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Well, this was it.

Maybe it was a strange dream to want to realize, but getting into an official Sex Fighting ring was Nick’s dream ever since he’d seen the pay-per-views. Getting undressed with another person in their physical prime and doing everything in your power to control them sexually - and then getting paid for it?. How could any sucker in the world pass that up?

And now, after years of hitting the gym, training, and fantasizing, here he was. He finally made it. Er, sort of. See, thing is, the big time’s a pretty exclusive place at the best of times, and it’s a rare fighter that gets their start in the League proper. No, for hopefuls like him crawling up from the bottom, the seedy world of the USF—Underground Sex Fighting, where nothing was certain before you started a match, not even the ruleset, that was the first step.

It was no stadium full of lights and pyrotechnics, rather the large storage basement of an old warehouse, retrofitted with a couple of impromptu grandstands. There were cameras, sure, but the footage was being sold online and put on talent scouts’ desks, not broadcast nationwide. The crowd tonight numbered a few dozen. But, what stood out most as Nick made his way in, what put the seed of doubt in his chest, was the rusty metal-grated cage around the ring, and the handful of dark stains on the canvas that had gone uncleaned.

“Eeeverybody welcome our newcomer for the night,” the announcer’s auctioneer-like tone came over the hall, hushing the crowd. “One handsome slice of fresh meat, standing 5’10 and 152 pounds, for his first bout in the cage, Nick Reed!” At the calling of his name, he tried to grin and flex a bicep, playing to the audience, though the little crowd didn’t seem all that interested as he stepped through the cage door, finding his corner and trying to warm up.

“And joining him tonight for an eextra-special welcome…” Now, the stands started getting some energy, clearly knowing more than Nick did about what was going on. “What an honor to have her back from her tour, ladies and gentlemen, the Mauler herself, coming up to 6’2 and 168, let’s get a warm welcome for… Lllllllannaa!” This time, the audience applauded, and cheered loud for the fighter they clearly favored.

Nick furrowed his brow. Lana? Wasn’t he meant to be fighting… well, Lana it was. And as he watched his opponent enter the hall and stalk towards the cage, he could hardly feel upset about it. She was statuesque. A tall, toned body, well-defined abs easily seen between the black sports bra and compression shorts she wore. A stunning face, and a platinum blonde pixie cut to top it off. Nick was well-built himself, and he liked to think good-looking enough, but she was something else.

He was staring at her all the way up her approach, until the two were just about face to face. The woman raised an eyebrow, and looked him up and down. “So, you’re here to get broken in?” She asked, matter-of-factly.

Nick blinked, looking away for a second then trying to look back up and meet her steel blue gaze. She seemed important around here, not to mention the rest of what she had going for her. First impressions, Nick. “Uh, I, uh. What?” Fuck.

Lana sighed, and crossed her arms. “Look. All you need to know right now is that you’re in my cage. That door’s gonna close soon, and if you’re still in here when it does, I’m going to tear you apart. Good luck, rookie.” With that, the valkyrie turned, and stalked over to the opposite corner, leaning against the ropes as the referee entered and approached.

“Alright, Nick, I hope you know how we do things here. Fighting MMA style, three rounds, submission, orgasm, or knockout. I want a dirty fucking fight, alright?” He nodded without giving the words much thought, receiving a pat on the shoulder before the ref turned and exchanged only a few words with his opponent before stepping back out of the cage. The door swung closed, and a padlock was snapped shut, properly cementing his situation.

Turning back to look at his opponent, it struck him for the first time that he might be in genuine danger. Before he could reflect on that fact, or even make a plan, a loud bell rang out across the hall to cheers from the crowd. Round one had begun.

Lana stepped out of the corner almost casually, approaching the center of the ring with an MMA-gloved fist extended to bump. Knowing full well the action might be sealing his fate, Nick reluctantly pulled himself away from his corner and pushed in to meet her, center ring, and tapped a glove against hers. Almost immediately, both their bodies sprung into action.

He tried to quickly pull back and raise a guard, and she moved in like a predator, quickly sidestepping his movements and throwing a closed-fist hook that snapped his jaw to the right. Definitely different to the League.

Moving his jaw around and trying to get the feeling back, he also had to backstep in a hurry to avoid a chain of followup punches that would have sent him reeling. Every step he took back, she took one forward, staying right on top of him and pounding his guard from all directions, before suddenly double-stepping in with a knee, spearing into his gut and making him double over with a gasp.

Lining up his head like that was just the invitation Lana needed to step into a swing kick, heel smashing into Nick’s cheek and whipping his head to the side hard, sending his body crumpling down after it. Holy Shit. Evidently, she wasn’t lying about tearing him apart, and she’d gotten straight to work from the start of the round.

He wasn’t about to go out so easily, though, grunting and getting his hands beneath him to push back up, rushing back to his feet and throwing a wild hook of his own with a roar. Lana’s guard adjusted, taking the thumping hit on her forearm, and punishing him for the attempt with a lightning-fast cross punch that snapped his head back again. His guard momentarily opened, another two jabs peppered his face, not giving him any time to recover.

This standup fighting wasn’t going well. He needed to change things up, quickly. Nick rushed forward, trying to wrap his arms around Lana’s waist to force her down to the ground. She was forced back a step on impact, and then one more as he pushed, but she planted her feet, one arm moving down to wrap around his head while he pushed against her midriff.

The muscles of her arm coiled around his throat and suddenly tightened, pulling his head up along her side into a standing guillotine choke. The other arm’s elbow locked with the wrist, adding on more pressure. Pulling Nick inwards, she started pounding knees into his chest and abs, while holding him in the choke. The audience, for their part, were indulging in bloodthirsty screams and jeers.

Getting the air forced out of his core by repeated knees, and head getting lighter by the second, he had trapped himself in a terrible position. He could feel his legs starting to get weak, then wobbly, repeatedly tested as more knees pounded away at his chest like a jackhammer. Rasping breaths got harder by the second, as this valkyrie just tightened the choke, threatening to put him to sleep on his feet.

No. The round’s just started. I can’t give in that easily. Have to… push… Nick stubbornly held on. He would fight his way out of this, or go down trying. Moving his hands up to grab at her arm, Nick mustered his strength for a heroic effort at freeing himself.

An effort that ultimately proved futile, with his strength already so sapped by the choke. His hands pushed against what felt like an iron bar. He couldn’t even budge the pressure on his neck, and as Lana eased him down to his knees, darkness crept in at the edges of his vision.

His arms dropped away, dangling limply between them, as his body slowly fell apart. His last view was of her pedicured feet planted on the canvas, before his eyes rolled back.

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Hi all, this is my first story of this style, so all feedback is welcome! My biggest inspiration was the SFL stories of batman4life, lac, and others, so a lot of credit to them. Not much of the S part in this opener, but I definitely have plans in that regard. Round two coming soon!
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Old 02-Jun-22, 17:24
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All things considered, I think Lana was pretty gentle with him. Nick certainly learned his place in the new league with a comprehensive beatdown in his debut. Hope he has the strength of character to stick around and try again.

Thanks for writing this for us, mate.
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Everything was dark, and blissfully quiet.

"Nick..."

Until, of course, his peace was interrupted by a succession of sensations. Something tapping his cheek. Faraway words echoing around his skull. A piercing light starting to open.

"You have..."

Where was he? Memories quickly flooded back. Some underground cage, getting his ass kicked. Groaning, he started blinking as the light turned into vision of the ceiling, and the referee looming over him.

"It's two out of three, Nick. Think you can take another round?"

In any reputable establishment, getting choked unconscious would probably be grounds to end the fight entirely. This, of course, was not a reputable establishment.

His head was buzzing, vertigo overwhelming as he glanced around the insides of the cage and wordlessly started to sit up. Behind the ref, leaning in the corner almost casually, Lana was chatting with someone through the metal grill, a smaller woman with short cut black hair, and a lot of makeup. The ref got his attention back with a click of the fingers.

"You can tap out now, but you forfeit half your pay."

He was in no fighting shape after the first round, but there was no way that was happening - and there was no way he was going to let her so casually dismiss him with a single round. He had to go again.

"No, no. I can... do another." He nodded with a wince, all the ref needed to nod back in response and step away. A word to his competitor, and the referee was back out of the cage. Lana glanced over and watched as Nick pulled himself up to his feet using the cage wall, staggering before shaking his head and trying to raise a guard.

"Oh, look at you. Need another lesson to understand how this works?"

Spitting on the ground, Nick pumped his arms and rolled his head on his neck, trying to prepare his body to put up a fight. "Nah, figure maybe you need the lesson more than I do."

The 6'2 woman stepped out of the corner and towards the middle, arms at her sides, making unbroken and intense eye contact. Standing right in the center, she stopped and waited. "Teach me."

Nick didn't need a more formal invitation than that, and he rushed forward with a yell as the managers rushed to ring a bell before they impacted. It felt like he was moving through honey, everything slow and laborious, but he pushed his body for all it was worth to throw an aggressive haymaker punch right for her arrogant jaw.

A punch that flew beautifully through the air, and nothing else. Moments before impact, Lana suddenly moved, with speed unimpeded by a KO. A flash of platinum blonde hair moved down and to the side, and he swung over her head without a chance to adjust his aim.

A thump right under his rib came in response, a harsh uppercut that rocked his liver. He groaned, feeling immediate nausea, but tried to stubbornly press on. While she was still low, he put his arms on her shoulders, pushing forward to try to force her to the ground under him with grunts of exertion.

She took one step back, then another, before using her reach to send a sudden chop forward into his throat while his arms were busy. Immediately, Nick started coughing hard, releasing her shoulders as his hands instinctively went to grab his neck as he choked on the air. Lana just nonchalantly grabbed him by the hair with one hand, and smashed a series of fists into his cheeks and forehead until he was seeing stars in his vision. Again, and again, and again.

Only when he was practically limp again, Lana released his hair and threw him down to the canvas, face down. Nick crumpled, kissing the canvas as he groaned and blinked. Trying to push onto his hands and knees, a soccer kick to the ribs quickly put a stop to that effort as he collapsed back against the canvas with another cough. Then, the footsteps got closer.

Lana stepped over him and lowered down to lay on top, and coiled an arm around his neck for a rear naked choke. Nick weakly brought his own hands up, batting at her forearm but unable to budge it. Yelping, he was suddenly spun around as Lana rotated both of them so she could lay on her back with Nick stuck on top of her, suddenly bringing her legs in between his and coiling before pushing out, holding them tight in a grapevine.

Completely trapping him, and holding pressure against his throat, Nick was well and truly fucked, once again. But, for whatever reason, Lana wasn't sealing the deal. The choke wasn't tight enough to put him out, and he knew from experience it wasn't from a lack of strength. He only started to understand when she bent in slightly, her free hand trailing down his midsection, and pulling down his shorts. Her firm hand groped him, and he gasped.

"What, forget what these fights are about so soon, rookie?"

"Gnf... I... wait-ukh!"

His attempt to respond was cut off by her tightening the choke and cutting off his airflow for a few moments, letting darkness come in at the edges of his vision.

"No, you don't get to talk anymore. Just lay on top of me, and lose."

If he hadn't already been red in the face from all this choking, he certainly would have blushed hard now. In a sense, it was humiliating to be so thoroughly dominated in the cage, watched on by a thoroughly enjoying crowd. But, his brain wasn't exactly in good shape by this point in the match, and his body was sending nothing but positive signals as Lana's hand started to stroke him.

As if the rest wasn't embarrassing enough, how quickly she got him hard, and then close to the edge, would do the trick. Apparently Lana wasn't just an expert at the fighting part - her technique with her fingers and palm was godlike. Every movement like a perfectly calculated assault against what little walls he had left. Soon enough, within a minute, he was starting to lose sight of winning or losing, just needing the sensation to continue. He started trying to buck his hips against her hand.

She tightened the grapevine against his legs, holding him down solidly, and choking him a little harder for good measure. "No. I decide when."

Suddenly sitting up with him in her lap and laid against her chest, Lana nibbled his ear as she slowed down, only to pick up again a few moments later. She continued in this pattern until it became agony, building up the pressure almost close enough, and releasing it again. She was edging him in the cage, to make it 100% clear to everyone in the room that this was a complete shutout.

His whole body started shivering in her grip, a little trickle of drool dropping from his lip onto her forearm. The pressure went up, down, up, down, until there was practically nothing left in his mind but the need to finally cum. After what felt like torturous hours, she finally showed mercy.

"I hope you understood your lesson, rookie." She whispered into his ear before running her tongue along it, eliciting a whimper. "I own this cage. And if you're planning on stepping inside, I own you as well."

With that, she finally pumped at a steady pace, bringing him over the edge. A final insult, she tilted his head down over his cock, making his cum spurt up onto his own face, milking him until the shuddering died down, before finally releasing him from the chokehold and letting him collapse to his side, twitching, in the cage.

She planted a foot on his shoulder, as the announcer called out, "Aaaand, that's the shutout folks! A decisive 2-0, give it up for tonight's winner, LLLLLLANNA!"

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Notes:
Took a while to get the time to write the second part, but I hope it's enjoyed! Also, I've attached some inspiration images for the characters involved, Nick is a stock model who looks great, Lana's image is a character called Jasmine Morozova, credit to White777789 and Veherzak on deviantart.

Let me know if people are interested in a continuation of Nick's story/the underground sex fighting ring in general!
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Thanks for the second round of the fight, mate. Lana definitely showed him what to expect in the USF.

I, for one, am very interested in Nick's continuing career in the league, as well as watching events unfold in the USF as a whole.

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Great story thanks for sharing
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The title made me think it was going to be a story of The Deep (from the Boys) in a sexfight league. This was very good too.
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Thanks for sharing. Please continue.
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The "locker-rooms" of this establishment, really the repurposed bathrooms and offices attached to what was once a freight warehouse, were dirty, poorly lit, and difficult to navigate. After navigating as best he could to somewhere with a sink and a mirror, Nick spent some time cleaning himself up.

Looking into the grimy glass to make sure he was about as clean as he was going to get in here after... that, he held on to the sides of the sink and exhaled, trying to get a grip on his thoughts. What the fuck just happened to him? No, he knew he couldn't hide behind pretending not to understand. What just happened was a total domination.

His first time in a real match, and he got his ass handed to him as decisively as they come. She - Lana, she cut through his defenses like butter, knocked him unconscious, and painted his own face with his cum. Not only had he lost just about as hard as one can lose, but a not insignificant part of him, still weighing on him now, had loved it.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world being in that position, and he was still trying to shake off the feeling. Was this really right for him? He had a long walk through the thin hallways to think on it, occasionally passing others who gave him knowing looks, on the way to get his bags.

Finally finding the lockers themselves, and opening up the one with his bag to get ready to leave, he could hear footsteps behind him approach and then stop. There were a few awkward moments of silence. He decided not to engage, definitely not in the mood to get mocked by some other fighter who saw what just happened.

"Nicholas Reed?" A woman's voice, one he hadn't heard before, asked.

He paused for a second, before indulging his curiosity. Turning around, he saw a woman with a bob of dark hair and olive-toned skin, wearing a simple grey sweatshirt and trousers, looking back at him.

"...Yes?" He finally replied.

"My name is Penelope. I was in the audience during your fight." She outstretched an offered hand.

Nick sighed, but begrudgingly shook her hand. "So what are you talking to me for, then?"

"I take it you don't have many losses on your record?" Penelope asked with a raised eyebrow.

Nick shrugged. "Not much of anything on my record, actually."

"Well, for what it's worth," She patted him on the shoulder, "That was a fine performance for a rookie."

"Fine?" Nick almost laughed. "I thought you said you were in the audience."

It was her turn to sigh. "I was. I have a keen eye for this sort of thing, you know. You got beat, bad. But you're a rookie, and she's... well, the point is I saw you make her back up with those charges. And I saw you get back on your feet for a second round after getting choked down. If I were to bet on it, you've got potential here."

Nick nodded along, not fully convinced, but before he could open his mouth to respond, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a card. "I'm a trainer, actually. There's a little gym just across the road, a lot of the fighters here use it." She practically forced the card into his palm. "I've got a couple of 'em under my wings, and you're welcome to join them."

"...Thanks, but-"

"Don't answer me yet. Just come by, next one of those listed times you can make it. You don't feel it then, well, you can walk away."

With that, Penelope nodded to him, patted him on the shoulder one last time, and turned around, gone in an instant. Nick stared at the now empty doorway, and glanced down at the card in his hand, reading the sparse details.
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I'm happy that Penelope made that offer, because Nick could certainly use all the help he can get. It will be interesting to see how much more competitive he can become once he really learns the ropes in USF. I am also curious what their training methods will be for him.

Thanks for continuing this, mate.
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