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Though Gina Carano had lost in the first match to Cyborg she was still a massive draw for StrikeGirl (her emplyer). Her looks ensured she had a huge following. StrikeGirl wanted to capitalise on this, by setting up a rematch, and securing the biggest audience ever for a female MMA fight. Carano had no option but to accept the fight. She wanted to build muscle to get closer to Cyborg's physique, but she was told not to. StrikeGirl wanted her to look feminine, and to focus on looking hot and sexy rather than ripped. Everyone around her new that it was her gorgeous body that was the money earner, that and her dazzling face. The stunning Gina Carano was about to be ruthlessly exploited again, in the ultimate Beauty versus the Beast fight.

The fight was rated adult, which gave something away of StrikeGirl's intent. That and the fact that Gina had been instructed to wear a brief two piece outfit instead of her usual one piece. The crowd cheered as she slipped off her robe. This wasn't her usual outfit. A sports bra of thin lycra looked like it had been painted onto Carano's large firm breasts, clearly advertising them as targets. Below, a cropped pair of clinging lycra shorts moulded to Carano's beautifull ass. It was clear that Carano's bra top contained no protection whatsoever for its deliciously vulnerable contents. Everyone could see the Carano nipples pushing out through the film of white lycra in the centre of those rubbery firm d cup breasts. The lack of any breast protector was very unusual, but it made Carano look hotter than ever.

Cyborg faced her. Ripped, hard, and extremely brutal. Her fighting technique was to use her powerful muscular arms and shoulders to hammer punches into her opponent until she was beaten senseless. Not very technical, but very effective. Cyborg almost licked her lips as she feasted her eyes on Carano's body across the cage. This time she would not make the mistake of finishing Carano off within 5 minutes. This time she would take her time. This time she would follow StrikeGirl's plan.

At the bell Cyborg advanced purosefully, jabbing into the retreating Carano's attractive face. Gena took a couple of hard jabs before dancing away, shaking her head. As Cyborg closed again Carano tried a kick, successfully driving her foot into a steel hard thigh. It had no effect at all. Cyborg simply grabbed the ankle, moved closer, and drove a punch into the sleek outstetched Carano thigh. Pushing Carano back up against the cage wall, Cyborg rammed an elbow into the side of Gina's face, and smashed more punches down into the beautiful sleek thigh. Then she let go of the leg, and just threw Carano bodily across the cage sending her crashing to the floor.

(part two to follow)
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"Carano needs to get to her feet quickly and keep out of trouble for a bit to get back into this" the commentator was saying.

She had just got to her hands and knees when Cyborg's kick exploded against the soft part of her side between her hips and ribcage. With her eyes closed in agony Carano rolled over cluthing her side.

"That had to hurt!" yelled the commentator.

Cyborg reached down, and rolled Gina onto her side, and pinned her free arm back with one knee. Kneeling over her beautiful opponent, Cyborg leathered Carano's kidneys. The ref looked on.

"Carano's really taking punishment now. What heart she has to get back in the cage with the woman who destroyed her only last year."

Cyborg was by now ramming her knee hard into Carano's side, driving it into the woman. Her face was contorted into a brutal sneer. Gina was gasping in pain and desperately trying to squirm free. Somehow Gina managed to grab Cyborg's leg and for a moment it looked as though she might apply a leg lock. Cyborg actually looked puzzled for a second. Then she clubbed a punch down into Carano's face which knocked the beauty onto her back once more. Cyborg stood up, and hovered over Gina, looking like a predator about to pounce for the kill. Carano struggled to her knees, and took a knee to the face for her efforts, jolting her head back, and leaving a red mark on her cheekbone. Cyborg again took advantage, and hauled Carano up bodily, slamming her back against the cage. Unable to get any power from there Gina tried to cover her face, anticipating head blows. Cyborg snarled, towering over the cringing beauty, and began to hammer swinging lefts and rights under Gina's guard, and into Carano's taut belly. The fists thudded loudly into Carano's body, driving her into the cage wall, ripping into her stomach, leaving Carano breatless, hurt, and weak. Continuing her body punching tactics Cyborg deliberately paused, then waited for Gina's chest to rise, and drove a right uppercut up into Carano's unprotected left breast. Gina's face scewed up in agony at once, then with no chance to recover, Carano's left breast was struck again with a short straight jab which speared into her nipple forcing it two inches into the rubbery mound.

"Can she do this?" asked the commentator. "Well the referee seems happy so I guess so. This is good work by Cyborg then I guess, working on the contents of the Carano bra top. Looks like Carano's there for the taking now."

(part 3 to follow)

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With Carano at her mercy, Cyborg peppered the torso with punches, the camera zooming in to capture every detail. Gina tried to cover up, and managed to deflect several punches with her fore arms. She did just enough to keep the ref happy as she counted down to the end of round one.

During the interval we were shown slo motion replays of the punches to Carano's belly and then glorious slo mo close ups of Cyborg's fist compressing Carano's breast.

"Carano needs to keep away from those vicious fists of Cyborg" said the commentator. "Lets see what she can do in round 2".

Gina edged cautiously around the cage as Cyborg stalked her. They exchanged jabs. Cyborg closed in, ignoring two crisp blows from Gina which bounced off her shoulder and arm. Cyborg grabbed Gina's left arm in one hand and raised it up, bending it over her head, exposing the left side of her torso. She shoved Gina against the cage to pin the right arm behind her body, then took a few seconds to review her prey. Gina had both arms trapped, and no room to raise her knees since Cyborg was leaning against her. The cameraman knew what was about to happen and moved swiftly into position, zooming in on the left side of Gina's gorgeous body. Cyborg leered into Carano's tortured face, and drew back her right fist, holding it poised, to strike into ribs, side, lower belly, upper belly or breast. Then it began. Systematically, Cyborg's brutal fist worked up and down Carano's body, pummeling her opponent's abdomen, crunching her ribs, sinking her knuckles into the soft flesh of her side. Carano mewled in pain like a kitten. The crowd gre uneasy. This was sheer brutality. As they watched their favourite taking punch after brutal punch, all unanswered, a few began to boo. When they saw Cyborg change the focus of her attack to the Carano bra top more of them began booing. Gina's face contorted in agony as Cyborg began her work on the left breast. Slowly but surely Cyborg softened up the rubbery firm mound, with more than a dozen carefully targeted short right hooks.

"I don't know why they are booing" said the commentator, "this is great work by the champion! Hey, did you see that? I'll have to check the rules on this one" he laughed.

In the cage, Cyborg had begun to unleash crisp uppercuts into Carano's left breast, one of which dragged Gina's lycra top a few inches up the breast suddenly exposing the lower curve of the quivering mound, with what looked like a brief glimpse of nipple.

Cris Cyborg was in her element. She fought back the instinct to continue smashing Carano into unconsciousness remembering StrikeGirl's briefing. They wanted a longer fight. So, to the crowd's surprise Cyborg stood back and allowed Carano to stumbe to her knees and find her breath. Gina looked a mess, almost out on her feet, and her braided hair partially unravelled. Cyborg noticed the hair, and caught hold of it, working to unravel more and more of Carano's long lustrous hair. Gina tried to shake her head, but that just helped the hair free itself. With her brunette locks laying naturally around her face and shoulders Gina suddenly looked even more feminine and even more attractive.

Eyes ablaze Carano began to fight back, like a cornered animal will. She continued to take punishment though. Cyborg caught her with two blistering kicks to the thigh which slowed Carano to a crawl again. As the second round drew to a close, Cyborg was again lashing her fists into Carano's body having propped her sexy opponent against the cage.

(part 4 to follow)

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zero response to this so I can't be asked to finish it. Assume Gina makes a startling comeback.

bigmack

Ican't wait for the next round. Do they get down and dirty ( clothes ripping) ? It is a great story so far. I am a huge Gina Carano I wonder how she would do vs Erin Toughill or Julia Budd the only other she had or in a street fight or vs cythia Rothrock or Kathy Long . But anyway keep outhe great fiction stories,

macko06

enjoying the story, keep up the good work!

bigmack

When are we going to here about the next round ? Ican't wait.

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During the interval Carano slumped into her corner, her hair, unravelled, framing her face. She looked haunted, in shock, and vulnerable. There was a small tear in her bra top caused by Cyborg's nails, which exposed a square inch or so of tawny breast flesh. Her second worked hard to clean up her face, obviously intending to send her out again to face her grim reaper. Cyborg never took her eyes off Gina Carano, looking like a bull, high on adrenalin, eager to inflict yet more pain on the beautiful woman opposite her. At the bell, the destruction of the once proud Gina Carano continued unchecked. Cyborg was quickest to the punch, deflecting a couple of weak half hearted jabs from Carano, and steaming two fisted into Carano's stomach. Cyborg's arms moved like pistons, hammering her iron fists into Carano's much less muscular, softer, more feminine stomach. Gina gasped again and again as she was driven back into the cage, her body curled forwards over the mannish arm of Cyborg, its fist buried in her navel. Cyborg roughly shoved Gina flat against the cage and raised Gina's arms up above her head. Using her left hand, Cyborg held both Gina's arms by the wrists, stretching them up until Carano was forced to stretch, tautening her belly. With a snarl Cyborg clenched her right fist and began to punch Carano. She had Carano’s entire undefended torso to aim at. The first blows were again to Carano's sexy bare belly, each punch destroying a little more of Gina's stomach muscles. The crowd were still cheering Chris Cyborg on, or shouting encouragement to Gina, but they began to quieten as the beating continued with no sign of Gina responding. Cyborg saw the look of submission in Carano's eyes, an acceptance of her inferiority to the muscular brute she had been asked to fight. Yet she retained her spirit. She hadn't given. She had resigned herself to take whatever pain and punishment Cyborg would inflict on her. There was no mercy in Chris Cyborg's make up. She relished hammering her fist into this beautiful female body. It was exciting her. She moved her attention to Carano's bra top, and began to beat Gina's left breast, compressing it repeatedly into Carano's ribcage. The small tear grew, noticed by Cyborg and the cameraman alike. Focusing on the inner curve of the left breast Cyborg opened up the tear until a flap of bra material hung down exposing a considerable amount of cleavage, and almost a third of the side and top of the springy mound. Gina had her eyes closed, and her head tossed back, trying to deal with the physical pain that racked through her body.

Cyborg paused, turned Gina around to face the cage wall, and began to grind her face into the cage wall pressing directly on the back of her head with her left hand. At the same time, with her right hand, she reached around Gina's upper body until her hand was climbing the mound of breast. Her fingers found the tear and slid inside the top, her leather fingerless glove against bare soft breast flesh. Cyborg sneered, and pressed her face close to Gina's neck, inhaling the delicious aroma. She held the breast, or as much of it as she could take in one hand, and began to close her fingers into it inside the bra top. Carano opened her eyes in fear and pain, staring out into the crowd, helpless, humiliated, her career hanging by a thread.
The referee either couldn’t see Cyborg mauling Carano’s breast, or didn’t care. Chris thrust herself against Carano’s ass, grinding into it, working away on the left breast in full view of the crowd. Camera flashes were exploding right in front of Gina, dazzling her. Cyborg was driving a knee into the right cheek of her ass now, driving her into the cage wall. Again and again she felt the hard bone drive into her smooth cheek. The hand slid out of her bra top, and Cyborg was again spinning her around and propping her back first to the cage. Gina closed her eyes, her arms tired and lifeless hanging limp at her sides.
Cyborg stood back a pace to give herself room, and then unleashed a torrent of unstoppable punches into the contents of Carano’s bra. The breasts absorbed repeated impacts from Cyborg's fists, their natural firmness helping resist the hard knuckles. The tear in the bra top left the breast protecting garment in no position to withstand the assault, and it predictably began to shred apart. To everyone’s astonishment, and with Cyborg not even slowing in her remorseless attack, the bra top split open and Gina Carano’s gorgeous breasts sprung free into the evening air.
There was a momentary pause in the crowd noise, then a crescendo of noise as everyone realised what they were seeing. Camera’s fought for the best view. Cyborg grabbed the fluttering remnant of bra and ripped it away, flinging it across the arena. Carano stood propped against the cage breathing hard, her body glistening with perspiration. She hardly knew where she was anymore, let alone had any ability to defend herself. She raised her hands up and grabbed the cage to stop herself from falling. Her entire upper torso was naked. With her unrestrained hair billowing around her, she looked simply fantastic. Exposed to the cool air her brown stubby nipples were hardening into fully erect towers in the centre of each of her perfect breasts. She parted her lips a little, and took a deep breath, unwittingly thrusting out her full firm breasts. Cyborg looked sideways to the referee. Was that a wink?
The commentator had been speechless as he had witnessed Cyborg deliberately stripping her beautiful opponent to the waist. How could the fight continue? Then he recalled the rating for the show. The special dispensation that had been given. Suddenly he realised, this fight was far from over. Cyborg was being given carte blanche to take Gina Carano apart here tonight. The hottest property in female combat was going to be subjected to all manner of punishment, and all the usual rules were out the window. The commentator in all his time with sports channels had never witnessed one woman being allowed to so obviously beat another woman’s breasts in the way Cyborg had done to Carano this evening. It just didn’t happen. Yet Cyborg had ripped into Carano’s bra top quite literally. He looked down at the scene. One fighter, a beautiful woman, half naked, spread against the cage wall. The other, a mockery of a woman, a female Mike Tyson, fists clenched, poised ready to unleash more brutal punishment.
Cyborg lashed Carano’s gorgeous naked breasts with real enthusiasm. Gina screamed, humiliated beyond her wildest fears now. The ref stood back and beckoned Cyborg on, letting her smash dozens of unopposed punches into Carano’s glistening belly and breasts. Carano convulsed as she was struck again and again, eventually sliding to the mat, where she curled up sobbing, helpless. Cyborg looked annoyed that her opponent had evaded her, and she roughly, and easily hoisted the beautiful woman back to her feet. Splaying her against the cage once again, Cyborg returned to Carano’s fitness model body. Her muscular shoulders swung as she used her muscle power to piston her fists into the succulent sexy targets of Carano’s bare belly and breasts. Targeting the breasts only now, Cyborg compresses each mound again and again against Gina’s sleek ribcage, thumping into the erect nipples quite deliberately. Gina is burning up inside, unable to speak, unable to focus. Cyborg punches crisp uppercuts into the underside of each breast, then treats each glistening mound to a straight jab into the nipple.
Carano screws up her face in agony, and again slumps to the floor. This time Cyborg drops her knee onto Gina, catching her in her side. Settling on top of her, Cyborg windmills wild hooks into Carano’s sides and ribs, with such ferocity that she undoubtedly succeeds in cracking at least two of Carano’s ribs. Cyborg forces Gina onto her belly, and starts to pound her right fist down into the length of Gina’s sleek left thigh, smashing it to pulp.
Gina is flipped over onto her back, and Cyborg sits on her, smashing unanswered punches down into the desirable targets of that sexy feminine waist and those mouth watering D cup mounds of breast meat. Body punching seems to be enough for Chris at this stage. Gina’s face is marked, but is relatively intact still. Cyborg is spending the whole round working on Carano’s fabulous body. Just before the end of the round, everyone is again gasping. Cyborg is ragdolling Carano around the ring, holding her by the waistband of her shorts, firing punches into Gina’s defenceless breasts. The shorts stretch a little showing a few inches of lower abdomen and a glimpse of black thong. The crowd bay for Cyborg to show them more. Smashing Carano down with a blistering hook to the face, Cyborg dully peels the skimpy shorts down over the peach of an ass, and down those long shapely legs. Underneath Gina Carano is wearing a black leather thong. Cyborg flings the shorts away and hauls Carano to her feet, turning her around so everyone can see the firm rubbery ass cheeks she has exposed.
Gina is barely conscious by now, only vaguely aware of the crowd noise. She doesn’t hear the bell, so has to be helped by her second into her corner. There, she is splashed with cold water, and someone sprays oil onto her breasts and gives them a rub. The nipples are still gorged and standing out taut and hard. Now the breasts are slick with oil, and look even hotter than before. Carano is just regaining a little consciousness when she is called into the ring for the final round.
Somehow Gina makes it to her feet, but has to be guided by her second and half pushed into the cage, where the unmarked Chris Cyborg is waiting smiling.

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The commentator continues to describe what he sees. The ex American Gladiator with the model looks, displaying a hot sexy ass, with both cheeks oiled and glistening. Only a tiny black leather thong to protect her from Chris Cyborg. Carano’s 36”D breasts, firm and round, sit high on her sleek ribcage, their brown nipples sticking out like turrets. The hair, long, lustrous, hanging down her back and over her shapely shoulders. Every man in the crowd wants Gina at that moment, but only the woman, Chris Cyborg, can have her.
Cyborg faces Carano, who somehow manages to raise her arms in a semblance of defence, shaking her head trying to focus. Cyborg snorts with contempt, grabbing Gina’s wrist, twisting the arm hard, then as Carano is forced to bend, kicking up into Gina’s stomach. The blow drops Carano to her knees.
Cyborg walks round her, then grabs her by the hair, twists the head back and tilts the face upwards, and smashes a punch across Carano’s full lips. A thin spray of red is caught in the lights.
Gina sways, totally helpless. Cyborg hits her across the mouth again, and there is more blood. The crowd quieten down as they watch the helpless fans favourite being taken apart. Two more clubbing punches smash into Gina’s pretty face, spreading blood over Cyborg’s gloves, and splashing it over half the cage floor. Gina’s face is being ruthlessly beaten to pulp. Her looks, once displayed on every MMA website, being destroyed bit by bit in front of her army of fans. The commentator can barely bring himself to describe what Cyborg is doing to Carano, but he manages it somehow.
Not wanting to knock Carano out, Cyborg lets the young beauty flop down onto her side. Huge thighs astride the delicious ass Cyborg positions Gina on her side with both arms laid out above her head. In this position Chris can swing rights into Gina’s lower back , liver and kidneys, and throw lefts into her opponents lower abdomen, stomach and breasts. Oh my god, says the commentator as Cyborg begins swinging, right, left, right, left…….fists thudding into the hot glistening oiled body of Gina Carano. The fists smacked into the slender toned torso, beating the muscle to pulp, driving hard into kidneys, driving nipples deep into quivering oiled breast meat. Gina mewled like a kitten as she was tortured by Cyborg. Chris targeted Carano’s lower abdomen, and began whumping punches into her, just on the line of the top of the thong. Some punches slammed into the thong itself, making Carano convulse in agony. Eventually Cyborg couldn’t resist sliding her hand inside the thong and slipping two fingers inside Carano. Gina screamed and squirmed in abject horror as Cyborg raked her inside her thong.
The referee said something quietly to Chris who nodded. Maybe the dispensation allowed for the physical abuse of Gina Carano, but stopped short of sexual abuse. Certainly Cyborg reluctantly withdrew her hand from inside Carano’s thong and went back to inflicting physical punishment.
With time running out, Cyborg found the discarded bra, and used it to tie Carano’s wrists above her head, and to the cage wall. Gina hung from her wrists, her near naked oiled body looking incredibly hot. Chris Cyborg stood in front of her and worked her up and down, hammering her fists into Carano’s lower abdomen, smashing them into Carano’s hot sexy belly and naval, and lashing them across Carano’s oiled breasts. Oil splashed from the nipples as Cyborg tenderised Carano’s breast meat. She worked and worked on Carano’s body, forcing Carano to endure the most brutal beating ever handed out in any MMA fight or indeed in any form of female combat. Knees lifted into Carano’s thong, and smashed into her sleek thighs. Cyborg turned Gina and did the same to her back, hammering her in the kidneys, and using her knees on her ass cheeks.
The ref gave Cyborg a signal, and the brute untied Gina and threw her down into the centre of the cage. Carano convulsed repeatedly, coughing up blood and bile. Cyborg lifted her head up a little by the hair, and punched across her face, a big right hook, connecting beautifully and breaking Carano’s nose. She hit her again ten times in the face until Carano’s face was a red mask, with blood dripping into pools beneath her, and spraying over Cyborg’s top with each punch. Chris paused, drew her fist way back, and then unleashed a massive blow to Carano’s face which snapped her head back and splashed blood over several people in the front rows. Carano’s mouth guard had long since been discarded. Her mouth lolled open, her eyes dull and staring. Her body was limp, lifeless, totally and utterly destroyed by her opponent. Cyborg lifted the limp lifeless body and draped it across her shoulders, parading the gorgeous girl fighter around the cage like a lion showing off its kill.
The referee had signalled an end to the fight, indicating a knock out, just seconds from the final bell. Gina Carano had been spectacularly destroyed here tonight by Chris Cyborg. We had witnessed a display of body punching like nothing before. Beauty had been systematically destroyed by the beast. The fight had been so one sided that it had never amounted to any sort of contest. Many were sickened at what they had seen, though at the time they had found it compulsive viewing. Many were cheering wildly for Cyborg, intoxicated by the atmosphere, their primeval instincts controlling their behaviour. Chris herself was still pumped up. As she was being announced as the winner, she was watching Carano being revived and cleaned up. Salts brought her back from unconsciousness. Cold water was thrown over her. She was shaken and slapped until groggily Gina came to. No one had made any attempt to replace Gina’s bra or shorts, and the seconds were eagerly enjoying a good feel of the famous Gina Carano, who was hardly in any position to resist.
Punching the air in salute Cyborg went over to Gina and derided her as being nothing more than a Barbie doll, a bimbo. Cyborg looked awesome. No woman stood a chance against her. Who could the people of GirlForce find to fight her next. Rumour was that they were prepared to pay an incredible purse. There were also rumours of film work, and of a pro celebrity late night show.
As for Gena Carano, she would spend three months out of action while she healed. Luckily her face would recover in full, and within 6 months, she would once again be as hot and sexy as ever. Her confidence in the MMA arena had been destroyed though, and she would need a few confidence restoring fights before she could consider resurrecting her pro career. She two had film work lined up, and had also been targeted for the pro celebrity show.
Both fighters had their options. Would the fans have any preference as to what to see next?

Thanks to the two Macks for their comments. Much appreciated.

bigmack

That was a great story I am glad you continued it. I can't wait to read more. Don't let it get you down if no one replies look at the amount of people read your story the most in a while. but anyway keep up the great work because you have a lot of fans out there.