Color - REMATCH

Story by: Access

Edited by: Leena (@MyLifeIsARPG)

Michelle was sitting in her dressing room, trying to relax. It was her big return to the ring after a two month absence. Her last fight was disastrous, and recovering took more time. She wondered if her skills had faded. If she had grown soft.

The dome was packed and the crowd was cheering. She saw the books. 50 to 1 odds against her. Even the bookies thought she was a lost cause.

This was no conventional MMA league. It was a division specifically for clay girls, mutants with NBM. Matches go to knock out, submission, or until a competitor has lost enough physical integrity to continue.

Her last match was against Page Voight, an absolute monster in the ring. She fought as dirty as a clay girl could, detaching limbs to use them as weapons, escaping holds by separating body parts. Last time they met, Paige separated her own leg and used it as a mace, taking Michelle by surprise and shattering her in one blow, a blow that damaged not only her body, but her confidence, and her career.

This was her chance at revenge.

“Fifteen minutes to ring time.” Her manager poked his head in to her locker room. “You doing OK?” he said, noticing how on edge she was.

“I… I’m nervous Stan” Michelle said. “I feel like I’m going to fall apart.”

“Hey,” Stan said walking over “you listen to me. You’re the best fighter I know. Don’t pay attention to all the hype. She took you by surprise last time. So what? You can punch circle around her and you know it.”

“You’re right. I got this. I got this,” Michelle said hyping herself up. Stan opened up a box. Michelle stripped off her nipples and vagina and put them inside. It was common practice, and easier than wearing any sort of clothing. Besides, using any sort of cloth or external material to help keep your body together was against the rules. “I’m ready, let’s do this.”

She could hear the thunderous applause of the crowd as the announcer cued her opponent in.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! IN THIS CORNER, WEIGHING IN AT 120 POUNDS, YOUR UNDEFEATED STRAWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE CLAY BOMB, THE QUEEN OF THE UNEXPECTED, PAGE VOIGHT!!!”

The roar of the crowd was deafening. It’s as if everything else faded into the thunderous applause Paige received as she walked to the ring, posing, waving, hyping up her fans.

“AND IN THIS CORNER, SEEKING REDEMPTION IN HER SECOND MATCH AGAINST THE CHAMP, WEIGHING IN AT 110 POUNDS, THE SENSATIONAL SCULPTURE, MICHELLE ROLAND!!!”

Michelle felt a deep feeling of déjà vu as she took her place in the ring. She had been here before. She remembered the referee going over the rules. No biting. No eating parts of the rival. No tossing body parts out of the ring. No attaching your body parts to the opponent. Other than that just strict, no holds barred, fighting.

The referee welcomed them to touch gloves. Paige was unbearably confident. “Don’t go to pieces,” she said with a smirk. Michelle just bit her lip. She wasn’t here to sling insults. She was here to fight.

The fighters retreated to her corners. Michelle could feel the sounds of the crowd fading as she took deep breaths, concentrated. She felt her heart thump in her ears. She was waiting for it.

DING!

The bell rang and the fighters approached each other. Michelle was being cautions. She was expecting Paige to pull some sneaky maneuver again. Like it or not, practically everything was legal, and Paige was the queen of taking her opponents by surprise. Once she threw her own head at her opponent’s thighs hard enough to knock them off and render her immobile.

But to Michelle’s surprise, Paige started the fight clean. She kept her distance and let her longer limbs push her advantage. Michelle was trying to get inside her guard. If she was close enough, Paige couldn’t do much. No tricks. No gimmicks. Just raw fighting. But Paige was good at keeping her opponent’s away. They both lands a few glancing blows, not enough to do major damage. A finger was lost here or there, but they were mostly intact.

The bell rang signaling the end of the first round and Paige collapsed in her corner.

“You OK?” Stand said, squirting some water in her mouth.

“It’s too hot in here,” Paige said. As clay girls sweated and slowly became dehydrated, their bodies became more brittle and less pliable. “I’m already struggling to keep it together.”

“She’s trying to tire you out,” said Stan. “It’s why she’s playing keep away. She wants you to get angry. Don’t fight angry. Fight smart.”

The ring attendants cleaned up the dropped parts of the two competitors and returned them to their respective corners. It was necessary to keep the ring clear of debris, but it was against the rules to “repair” a fighter between rounds. Any damage stuck till the end.

The bell rang again and round two started. Paige continued to keep Michelle out, frustrating her as she kept trying to advance to no avail. At one point she motioned as if she was going to tear off her leg, and Michelle jumped back.

“What’s the matter? Scared?” Paige laughed. “I’d be scared too if my head crumbled as easy as a shoddy grade school art project.”

Michelle couldn’t stand the taunting. She got mad. She rushed Paige and threw a haymaker, hoping to push past her guard through brute force. It was a mistake. Paige quickly brought her knee up, snapping it into Michelle’s right wrist. Her hand came right off. Her main weapon flopped uselessly against the floor of the right. The crowd audibly winced. She was at a disadvantage.

The bell rang again and Michelle returned to her corner dismayed. She was a striking dominant fighter and losing a hand took away lots of tools.

“What was that?” Stand said.

“I’m not in the mood, Stan!” Michelle barked back.

“It’s my job to make sure you don’t get murdered out there. You know better than to fight that sloppy.”

“I can’t get in on her, she’s too fast.”

“She’s looking to whittle you down, don’t let her.”

“And how do I do that!?”

“Just take more from her than she takes from you! The only thing that matters is the last one standing.”

Michelle was silent for a long time.

“Hey, hey. You got this. Remember? You’re the best fighter I know,” he patted her on the back, “and a damn good girlfriend too. Now go out there and show her what you’re made of.”

Stan’s words of confidence bolstered Michelle’s spirits. The bell rang again. She had a plan.

Michelle approached Paige with a flurry of left jabs. Paige easily dodged them. “They say I broke you into 146 pieces last time,” she laughed. “Think I can break the record this time?”

Michelle charged forward with a strong left hook, but Paige easily ducked it. She countered with a crushing elbow to Michelle’s left breast. She felt a good chunk of her torso as well as her left arm come right off.

… but she was in.

She wrapped her handless arm around Paige’s head. “Get off of me!” she screamed. The crowd roared. Michelle began striking Paige with a barrage of knees. She felt dents and cracks form in her flesh, but she couldn’t quite get anything to break off. “Get OFF!” Paige yelled and delivered a crushing blow to Michelle’s abdomen. She kept it together, but she couldn’t take another blow like that. Paige knew she was getting brittle, and a clean strike could take her head right off.

On the outside, Paige looked like she had Michelle in the palm of her hand. She was practically all together while Michelle had already lost a hand and an arm. But a deep crack had formed between Paige’s breasts that she was doing the best to cover up.

Michelle felt like she earned some snark. “Your grappling needs work. Not many people can say they got put in a hold by a girl with no hands.”

“Kiss my ass Roland!” As much as Paige could give out the verbal abuse, she couldn’t take it. Now she was the one who was angry. She rushed forward, clasping her hands together, coming down on Michelle with a double hammerfist, hoping to shatter her collar and take her head right off.

But Michelle was prepared. She pivoted, spinning, causing Paige to fall through the gap where her left arm was. She used her momentum to bring her leg across Paige’s torso, right where she had landed the barrage of knees. The blow was devastating, as Paige felt the crack send a fissure through her body. Her neck and waist tore. Her right arm came clean off. The kick landed with such force that her head was sent flying.

Michelle gasped for air after the blow landed, falling down herself. She struggled to get back to her feet, as she saw Paige’s legs still standing. Paige actually thought she could continue fighting even in this shape. At least she had spirit.

Michelle ran toward her and delivered a jumping kick to her crotch. Her legs went flying backward and landed, ass fist on her head, which promptly shattered into pieces. Paige’s detached limbs went limp and the bell rang. “Kiss your own ass Voight,” Michelle said triumphantly.

“IT’S OVER IT’S OVER!” The referee waved her hands as the announcer’s voice blared through the loudspeaker. “THE WINNER, BY SHATTER, MICHELLLLLLLLE ROLAAAAAAND!”

The crowd went nuts! This was a upset unlike anything they had seen. Michelle’s team and Stan rushed to hug her. Even they couldn’t believe she pulled it off.

Later in the locker room, Stand was helping Michelle get put back together. She was drinking a lot of water and sprinkling it on her detached limbs. She could feel the pliability come back, as piece after piece was reattached. After her nipples and vagina were back in place she leaned back on a bench and took a deep breath.

“I can’t believe I did that…” she said.

“I can. And with flair too. Beating your opponent with their own ass? Poetic.”

“Hah, I know. The papers will be writing about that one tomorrow.”

“Well, what are you going to do now, Ms. Champion?”

“Well, my heart’s still pumping, and getting revenge put me in a certain… mood, What say you and I go a few rounds later at home?”

“Sure, but only after I take you out to a nice dinner, I’ve suddenly come into a lot of money. 50 to 1 odds means a nice little payout.”

“Stan! You’re not supposed to-“

“Yeah yeah, I’m not supposed to bet on my own fighter. But I had faith in you, and besides, I had a friend make the bet. It’s all on the up and up.”

“Well, OK. Dinner, and then some alone time.”

“Sounds great.”

Stan and Michelle smiled at each other before sharing a loving kiss and then packing up to go home, championship belt and all.