"I work alone," Sunny hissed, shifting her legs uncomfortably as Jeanna ogled her nude body.

Sunny didn't mind showing off her body, in fact she got off on it; but off the screen or the stage she was uncharacteristically modest considering she made her living as a porn actress and stripper. She was certain it had something to do with her strict religious upbringing as the adopted daughter of an Australian outback ranch family. All she knew about her birth mother was what her parents had told her; that she'd been a Hollywood actress in the 60's. Sunny assumed that's where she got her penchant for putting herself on display.

"You work with PJ," Jeanna snarled as she jabbed at Sunny with her cigar. "Your contract says you do a month here, it don't say nothin' about you doing a solo. Besides, with PJ and you on stage together, we'll rake in a lot more money. I'll make it worth your while, you and PJ both. Don't tell me a couple thousand more won't soothe any bruises to your ego."

"Yeah, but it's not my ego I'm worried about," Sunny muttered with one of her famous pouts.

"Oh, that sweet ass of yours'll take a few bumps and bruises, sure" Jeanna smiled. "But it'll be worth it if ol' PJ can teach you to take orders. You're too haughty, missy, it's about time somebody took you down a peg or two. From what I saw out there tonight, Sparxx can do it. You'll get co-equal billing but every night when you're on she'll come out and interrupt your act - just like tonight. You try to push her off and after that, you two improvise. You fight and whoever gets the upper hand for the night takes the lead. If you don't like to lose, just beat her. Otherwise, what you got tonight is what you can look forward to for the rest of your run."

"What? I can't stand THREE more weeks of this crap!" Sunny gasped. "This is bullshit!"

"If you don't like it," Jeanna laughed. "Figure out how a way to beat her. But you'll be pleased to know I've arranged for you to get some badly needed practice."

Sunny stared at Jeanna, her brow furrowing, "What're you up to now?"

Jeanna laughed and leaned back in her chair rolling the thick big black cigar between her lips. "Every year the clubs in Amsterdam have a contest. More of a tournament really. Each club enters a girl; they draw names; they fight. The winning club and their girl split the prize money. Each club puts up a thousand dollars US, so it amounts to a nice little haul. You're gonna be our representative."

Sunny leaped to her feet, slammed her hands down on the desk and screamed at Jeanna red-faced, "ME! Are you crazy? Why me? Send that psycho Sparxx or even your little slut Zara. I don't do that stuff! I'm an actress and a dancer, not a fighter."

"You don't have any choice," Jeanna said calmly. "Your contract says you haveta do public relations events to promote your appearance. Well sweet cheeks, this is a public relations event and as the club manager, I determine you're the one we want. Besides, there's no way I risk Zara getting hurt in a stupid fight. As for PJ, well she basically refused. Since she's not under contract to us, there really ain't much I can do. PJ says you're tougher'n you look and suggested I enter you. After we 'discussed' it, I agreed you'd be perfect. First match is this weekend, so you better get ready."

"This is insane," Sunny protested as she jumped up and slammed her hands down on Jeanna's desk top.

"Listen," Jeanna said as she stood up. She walked around the desk and put an arm around Sunny's waist, jerking her around so they were belly to belly. "You don't fight and what happened to you tonight will be a cakewalk compared to the next three weeks. Zara and PJ can do things to you even your twisted little blonde mind can't imagine," she said tapping Sunny's head. "Besides, you forget I saw you box Heather Hunter. You can handle these Amsterdam bimbos. What're you afraid of? Getting those collagen lips more swollen? Some big, tough Dutch dyke slapping these perky little boobs? Bull! You love putting on a show for the fans; everybody in the business knows you get wet at the thought of performing. This is just another show."

"What if I refuse?" Sunny asked, hoping there was a way out of her predicament.

"You refuse to fulfill the terms of your contract," Jeanna said. "And we'll sue your ass for all it's worth," as she gave Sunny's butt a spank for emphasis.

"What if I gave them back my advance?" Sunny asked. "We can cancel the contract and I'll give you back the prorated portion of my advance?"

"I don't know if they'd let you out of the contract or not, but at least you'd have to give back the ENTIRE advance - with interest. You won't get a single gilder for the week you've already played and I'd recommend you pay for lost business the rest of the month plus the cost of finding a replacement on short order."

Sunny shoved Jeanna away and turned her back on the club manager. She didn't want Jeanna to see her face while she pretended to think about her offer but she had no choice but to go along. She'd already spent her salary advance and desperately needed all the money she could get her hands on. If she got lucky and won the tournament, her share of the prize money meant she wouldn't have to work the rest of the year. She figured, "Maybe it'll give my career the boost it needs. It could be a blessing in disguise," or so she convinced herself.

Jeanna was right, of course, Sunny's contract didn't give her an option. Besides, the thought of getting back in a boxing ring (in front of a live audience) was enough to convince her. Since her loss to Heather, Sunny wondered if she'd done things different could she have done better. She knew she could have, should have, beaten Heather who was much smaller. This time, Sunny vowed to fight smart and make Jeanna proud of her. Besides, after PJ saw her fight she'd be more careful messing with her in the show.

"OK," Sunny said as she turned back around and jutted out her chin defiantly. "I'll do it."

After Sunny left the office, Jeanna sat on the corner of her desk and dabbed with her toe at a small wet spot on the carpet where Sunny had been standing. She chuckled as she shook her head at how excited Sunny got just at the thought of performing for an audience. She swung her legs around, picked up the phone and dialed from memory. "She's in," Jeanna told the person at the other end; hung up, took a puff on her big cigar, tilted her head back and blew a smoke ring. "Enjoy your show Sunshine," she laughed. "I know we will."
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The next night during the show, PJ Sparxx interrupted Sunny again, as expected. Again Sunny tried to push her off the stage and again, just as happened the night before, PJ overpowered her and tied her up with her own costume. But this time, instead of masturbating Sunny, PJ whipped her breasts with Sunny's riding crop. Sunny screamed so loud, PJ finally took off her own panties and gagged the writhing blonde.

Later, while Jeanna was rubbing ointment on Sunny's red and aching breasts, Zara had burst into Sunny's dressing room ranting at Jeanna, accusing her of infidelity in their relationship. After a brief screaming match, Zara stormed out, threatening to make Sunny sorry. Jeanna, apparently rattled by her lovers ire, turned her attention to her headliner's bruised bosom and told Sunny, "Don't worry," she plucked at Sunny's hard little nipples which came instantly erect, "she'll be over it in the morning."

But Zara didn't wait for morning to 'get over it.' She went straight to Jeanna's office, looked up a number in her rolodex and made a call to someone.
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The 'Amsterdam Open' (one of several things it's called) had its origins over a hundred years ago. Two girls from a couple of the city's leading 'houses' fought over a wealthy client. The fight in an alley so outraged the pimps and madams with its viciousness that they drafted rules to resolve future problems. Over time, it evolved into an annual tournament held between girls from the 'sex industry'. When disputes or jealousies arise during the year they're settled here. Women who challenge each other are paired in the first round and the rest of the entrants are matched by lot. The tournament is held over a two month period in the winter (when the tourist trade is slowest.)

Sunday it was cold and rainy outside and as Sunny sat on a wooden bench in a cramped, unheated dressing room with 12 other women in various stages of undress the atmosphere was no less cool. A hundred feet away, on the other side of the basement under the "Dungeon Club" another group of women was sitting awaiting their turn in an identical room.

Upstairs, Jeanna sat nervously biting her nails as she watched one of the fights. Below her in a walled pit, a busty German stripper straddled the waist of a downed American. The German's meaty fists thumped into the soft flesh of the naked Yanks big breasts until she screamed out her surrender. Then the German stopped hitting her and moved up, covering the younger woman's face with her shaved pussy, jerking her head forward by the hair and rubbing herself on the Yank as the audience jeered. The match had been one of the shorter ones of the half dozen Jeanna had seen - and the climax far gentler than any. The German got her satisfaction, stood, kicked her weeping opponent in the ribs, flexed her muscular arms, then strode imperiously from the arena to polite, but unenthusiastic, applause.

Jeanna inhaled deeply, wiped a bead of sweat from her upper lip and took a sip of champagne as she looked around the arena. It was a throwback to a Roman or medieval venue. The room was round, with 12 rows of plush seats back from the edge of the "pit" as the ring was called for good reason. In The Dungeon Club fights were held in an 8' deep well about 15' in diameter with wood walls and a hard-pack dirt floor (better to absorb blood which was often spilled during the fights.) The only way in or out was through a single door and, once the door was shut behind them, neither woman was allowed out until the fight ended. The rules were few and simple. No deliberately disfiguring (the women were entertainers after all) and moves that were inherently life threatening were 'discouraged' - although none was specifically forbidden. Deciding the winner was also easy. The fight ended when one woman was unconscious, too badly hurt to continue or gave up. Four judges at ringside watched the action and ending the fight required at least three of them to concur. If not, the match continued until it reached a 'satisfactory' conclusion.

In the current match, the redhead fought hard, but was clearly overmatched against her blonde opponent. Jeanna couldn't figure out why the judges allowed it to end so quickly when earlier matches went long past the point where the redhead was permitted to surrender. But she knew politics in this tournament were more important than ability. Either the redhead was a favorite of a club member or perhaps they were letting the blonde conserve her stamina for her next match. Whatever, no one seemed to mind since the result was 'right' based on the ability displayed by both women.

Jeanna looked at the sheet listing fights scheduled that evening. Sunny was in the final match which meant she had to sit in the dressing room and worry as one woman after another returned from a match showing the wear and tear of combat on their exquisite bodies. Jeanna wished Sunny's match were earlier so it'd be over and done, but the draw put her in the last fight of the weekend. Worse, neither she nor Sunny knew who the opponent was, just the name of her club. It was across town and this month there were over a dozen international stars appearing, any one of whom may be the one facing Sunny.

As the next to last match got underway between a buxom Black dancer from the waterfront and a willowy blonde with several tattoos on her body, Jeanna leaned over and began a whispered conversation with the club owner who had just arrived and was seated next to her. His club backed the girl who was paired with Sunny so Jeanna tried to find out who it was. It took some work, including a quick blowjob as the Black dancer beat the blondes face to a bloody pulp, but as Jeanna wiped her mouth and took a swig of champagne to get the taste out of her mouth, she got a real shock!

"You paid too high a price for the name," the owner laughed. "Your girl Zara called last night and I already told her it's Racquel Darrian. I'm surprised she didn't let you in on the secret."

Jeanna gasped and her face went pale as the import of his words sank in. Zara knew who Sunny would fight last night - and she hadn't told her!

"What the hell's that devious bitch up to now?" Jeanna muttered.

Jeanna was so intent on Zara and her possible treachery, she didn't hear the announcer call the final names of the contestants for the final contest....Sunny and Racquel Darrian.

Beneath the stands, in a dank corridor that reeked of stale sweat, dried blood, mold and mildew, Sunny looked up and recognized the face of the woman walking toward her. She knew Racquel from the dance circuit and from far too many years of them both earning a living making 'adult' films although they'd never worked together.

"You're the one?" Sunny mumbled. "I'm fighting YOU?"

Racquel grinned and nodded, "Yep, but don't worry hon. I'll take it easy. Wouldn't wanna deprive you of a chance to take Jeanna away from that slut Zara."

"Huh? Me and Jeanna? What've you been smokin'? I've NO interest in Jeanna, in fact, I wish she'd stop coming on to me and leave me alone. The way she keeps touching me is creepy. I think she's out of her mind, if you ask me."

Racquel eyed Sunny's costume and grinned. The blonde had a heavy black leather bra, matching leather bikini bottom and a pair of her famous 'cut-out' crotchless pantyhose. The outfit was completed by a black leather motorcycle cap and leather, fingerless gloves - hopefully to protect her dainty knuckles. Sunny's feet were bare except for the pantyhose.

Racquel, by comparison, had gone for a minimalist look; g-string, cowboy boots and like Sunny, fingerless gloves. She knew what Sunny didn't; the judges and audience didn't care how much, or how little, the women wore - only how they fought.

The attendant slid back a heavy bolt on the gate and pulled the door open with a loud, creaking sound. Sunny blinked and turned away when the spotlight shined on her, momentarily blinding her. Then she followed Racquel into the pit, looking up in awed surprise at the steeply banked seats filled with people leaning forward to assess the combatants - and no doubt wagering among themselves on who will prevail. Sunny looked down and realized her hands were trembling.

When Sunny heard herself introduced, she gave a quick wave, then stepped back and leaned against the wall for support in case her knocking knees buckled. Racquel acknowledged her own introduction. Then a man in a striped shirt appeared and called them to the middle of the pit where he began to go over the rules for them. As he talked, Sunny's eyes flicked nervously from side to side and then down at the dirt floor. She tried to listen to what the man was saying, turning to stare intently at him, but his English was thickly accented and she had trouble understanding him.

As he spoke, Racquel dragged the toe of her boot in the dirt, ignoring his words. As the man seemed to be nearing the end of his speech, Racquel noticed Sunny was staring down at the floor and she kicked dirt on Sunny's stockinged feet to get her attention.

"Hey! Look at me bitch! You'll have plenty of chances to see the dirt up close later."

Then the referee wrapped up his instructions, "...and no low hitting. Iss all understanded?"

"You mean like this?" Racquel said then drove her hard fist very low and very deep into the taller blonde's still relaxed tummy. Sunny's mouth opened, but no sound came out; just all the air in her lungs. Her knees buckled and she started sinking to her knees on the dirt floor. But Racquel moved quickly and, while the ref just turned his back on the fighters and walked away, she grabbing Sunny's blonde hair in both hands. She held Sunny's head still as she smashed her forehead to Sunny's nose. Sunny stumbled backward, her wiry legs quivering as she held her face in her little gloved hands. Blood from her broken nose oozed between her fingers as Sunny staggered, trying not to fall.

Racquel followed, intent on inflicting more damage. As Sunny reeled back, Racquel grabbed her under the arms and muscled her back step by step until, with a powerful surge, she slammed Sunny's back against the rough wood planks so hard the crowd heard her grunt over the noise in the arena.

Racquel sized up her wounded victim, then plowed another punch still lower in Sunny's belly, bringing it up from her knees. Sunny's body jackknifed forward as she struggled to keep her feet as her ravaged body convulsed in pain. Racquel uppercut her in her bloody face, swiveling Sunny's head rocking her back on her heels. Sunny threw out both arms as she splayed on the wall, her fingers clutching at the rough wood, fighting to stay upright.

With a cocky grin, Racquel wound up and fired a hard, straight right hand at the little button tip of Sunny's bleeding nose. But Sunny dipped to the side - whether from a delayed reaction to the previous blow or by design is still debated among those who witnessed it. Whatever the cause, Racquel's fist slammed not into Sunny's nose but into the wooden plank behind her. Racquel cried in pain and danced away holding her fist while Sunny stumbled and staggered along the wall, shaking her head and trying to get a mouthful of air back in her searing lungs.

When Sunny finally looked up and saw Racquel hunched over in pain, she walked over and smacked the brunette in the face with a left jab that snapped her head. Another jab backed Racquel up a step as she kept shaking her numb right hand, trying to restore feeling. When Sunny realized Racquel's right hand was hurt, she squared her body, lowered her shoulder and started pounding her fists at Racquel's torso, thumping her soft mid-section and the full swell of her firm breasts. Racquel grunted as each blow landed and Sunny forced her backward across the width of the pit as the crowd surged to its feet screaming! Racquel's retreat emboldened Sunny and she pressed her advantage, jabbing her left and bobbing her head the way she'd been trained for her boxing match vs. Heather Hunter. <A HREF="sunny1.html">(in Sunny McKay Pornstar, Ch. 1)</A>

Sunny bounced on the balls of her feet and pumped her left fist out toward Racquel, keeping her right cocked beside her chin. The first of the quick left jabs surprised Racquel and she backed up considering her next move. Sunny tried to stay away from Racquel so she could take advantage of her longer arms, but Racquel lunged below her jab, grappled her around the waist and pounded Sunny's chest with her right fist. Sunny gasped and cringed with each impact of Racquel's fist to her bra despite the protection the thick leather offered.

Racquel wrestled Sunny back against the wall and pinned her there with her body. Unable to get any distance between them, Sunny had to trade punches at close range and they lit each other up with a flurry of blows. Racquel concentrated her attack on Sunny's bra and belly until Sunny managed to push off the wall using her butt against the wooden planking and slammed her head up under Racquel's chin.

Racquel saw stars and her knees buckled; she nearly went down! Raising her hands as if asking for mercy, Racquel stumbled back, her eyes wide in surprise and disbelief as she struggled to keep her balance and regain her bearing after the butt to her chin. The crowd roared as they sensed a sudden, shocking upset by the slender Australian. Sunny started away from the wall to go after Racquel, but just then Zara, who had been following the action walking around top of the pit wall, reached down from behind Sunny and grabbed her long hair. Sunny let out a surprised yelp as her head was yanked back and up. Sunny rose on her tip-toes to ease the pain in her scalp while both hands clawed at the hands pulling her hair so hard that her eyes watered.

Zara's interference gave Racquel valuable time to shake off the effects of Sunny's head butt. Now with Sunny's hands over her head trying to untangle her hair, her long expanse of pale torso was stretched tight as a drum. Most important, she was balanced on her tip-toes to ease the pain in her scalp and unable to see Racquel who licked her lips as she moved in to take advantage of the opening Zara had created. Sunny's firm body was struggling against Zara pulling her upward and was completely unaware and unprepared for what happened next.

Racquel set her feet and grunted as drove the toe of her cowboy boot straight up between Sunny's wide open legs with as much force as she could muster. The brutal impact lifted Sunny's feet of the dirt as a scream/gasp escaped her lips; then her body quivered and lurched forward with such force that a large handful of her long blonde mane was torn from her head. Sunny's hands clapped between her thighs and, as she squeezed her legs together on her hands, she toppled headfirst. She'd have fallen on her face if Racquel hadn't caught her under the armpits and heaved her back up against the wooden wall.

Holding Sunny to the wall with her left hip and her left forearm across the gasping blondes windpipe, Racquel turned her body into Sunny's as she pounded away with her right hand; driving her fist deep into the taut belly of her fit, trim and well-conditioned adversary to soften her up.

After tormenting Sunny's supple body with eight or nine blows, Racquel leaned back and twisted into a crashing left hook upstairs that caught Sunny flush on the side of the jaw and buckled her knees. As Sunny wavered, Racquel dove into her, punishing her black leathered chest while Sunny, dazed and desperate, struggled to get her arms around Racquel to tie her up and make the hurting stop.

Racquel put her full weight behind every punch, banging away until Sunny swooned, wide-eyed, to her knees, then almost in slow motion, toppled over onto her hands and knees with her head between Racquel's feet. Only then did Racquel back off and look to the judges for a ruling. Almost instantly, all four green lights flashed on - the match would continue!

Sunny struggled back to her feet, holding her right arm across her aching stomach with her left pawing weakly in what passed for a jab. As Racquel moved in, Sunny tried to move away but she was so dazed her feet got tangled up and she stumbled and nearly fell. When Racquel threw a wild punch that Sunny ducked and she surprised Racquel with a little uppercut that rocked the brunette up onto her toes. Racquel backed up shaking her head. The punch might have been Sunny's last, best chance to turn the fight her way but Racquel's assault on her body had left her too weakened to take advantage of the opening.

Undaunted by Sunny's plucky uppercut, taking it in stride and moving her head a bit more, Racquel moved in again and, as soon as she was within range, the sturdy brunette turned her hips and snapped a kick to Sunny's thigh. The heel of her boot smashed into the wiry muscles and Sunny cried in pain as she fell against the wall, supporting her weight with only one leg. Racquel threw herself into a brutal series of hooks to the slim blondes body that began to break Sunny down.

Racquel continued to plunder the vulnerable blondes chest and stomach from a deep crouch. Sunny's jab had lost all strength and she just pawed at Racquel who disdainfully brushed it aside and thumped her fists to Sunny's black leather bra. Each blow brought a wince of pain, a yelp or moan - sometimes all three!

Sunny desperately tried to get away but Racquel moved her feet better than the gasping, limping blonde and stepped with her to cut her off, then ducked in close to fire wicked hooks; burying her fist in Sunny's lower body or, whenever Sunny bent to shield her lower body, chopping down on her perky breasts drawing pained cries. Sunny was forced to fight with her back against the wall and she looked scared! She tried to surprise Racquel with uppercuts - but everything she tried failed! Sunny kept her hands low to protect her breasts and belly and her few punches were short. Racquel lit her up, landing to Sunny's head or chest whenever she dropped her hands - and to her taut belly when she protected her chest.

Racquel pounded away in combinations, then shoulder-shoved Sunny back to pin her on the wall for more. Sunny came unraveled; the accumulation of head-swiveling hooks to her chin left her dazed, stupefied and virtually defenseless! The "fight" had deteriorated into a beating; then, it got ugly!

Racquel rubbed her head under Sunny's chin, wedging the tall blondes head back, opening up her middle for vicious, scooping digs to her chest with both hands that invariably resulted in cries from Sunny's battered lips. Racquel used her legs and shoulders for every punch; her fists sinking in at the hips or ribs with a heartbreaking THUMP as Sunny lurched forward or stumbled back, taking a mouthwatering beat-down and unable to stop it.

Racquel shoved Sunny back on the wall, backed off and set up for another spin kick. Her aim was deadly! The toe of her boot slammed into Sunny's chest. Standing straight, her hands at her face and leaning back, Sunny never saw the kick coming! She screamed, turned her back on Racquel and huddled against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest; her cheek pressed to the wall to hide her tears from the crowd.

Racquel grabbed Sunny's shoulder, pulled her off the wall and flung her across the arena. Sunny stumbled and staggered but somehow kept her feet. Racquel swarmed her; practically leaving her feet as she threw lefts at Sunny's head, then turned her shoulders into straight rights to Sunny's leather-clad breasts or her red, raw belly.

It was a brutal beating and Sunny's tight torso absorbed amazing damage as Racquel pounded her with punch after punch. Racquel would bust Sunny up with a sudden flurry of punches to the body; then, as soon as she lowered her hands, came over the top to smack her exposed head. Battered and exhausted, dazed and unable to collect herself, Sunny slowly sunk to her knees again. Racquel had not just dominated; she had destroyed the proud pornstar. Racquel checked the judges again, but still only two red lights flashed on, not enough to stop the one-sided contest. The beat down would go on.

Racquel offered her hand and pulled Sunny to her feet. Her long, lean, muscular legs no longer worked and she could only stand there as Racquel bulled her way in past a 'don't-hurt-me' jab, collected her by the elbows and used her bigger chest to bump the taller blonde back step by step to the wall where she helped herself to another serving of Sunny's tight torso. Dazed, getting tagged almost routinely with clapping hooks upside the head and right hands to her jugs, Sunny rag-dolled.

Limp and her defense a shambles, Sunny was unable to think, let alone adjust. She was either to proud to quit or too dazed to realize she could. Racquel began to show off - busting left/right across Sunny's no longer tight belly, then up the middle with a right uppercut that dropped Sunny to the dirt on her recently used and abused butt.

Not waiting for the judges, Racquel pulled Sunny back to her feet and set herself before exploding a booted heel into the groggy blondes belly with piston-like force. Sunny, her proud body quivering, her eyes puffing badly, her lips swollen, her stomach red and raw and her ribs dark with purple welts - staggered away across the pit with a blank, dazed expression and then toppled over face down in the dirt.

Racquel looked up and saw four bright red lights shining from the scoreboard. The fight was over.

This was the last fight of the night and Racquel knew she should give the fans a little extra. It would stand her in good stead with the judges for future fights. She scooped Sunny up under the arms and walked her face first into the wall, bodying her up against the rough wood and pinning her with her hips pressed against Sunny's firm butt. Racquel released the catch of Sunny's leather bra, stepped back and pulled hard! Sunny's body went spinning along the wall like a top before she sprawled once more in the dirt. As she struggled to rise, Racquel ran over and kicked her in the ass, sending her back down in the dirt on her belly to howls of delight from the audience.

When Racquel kicked Sunny in the side, she grunted and rolled onto her back. As Sunny's deeply bruised and red welted breasts came into view, Racquel planted her foot on them and saw Sunny's battered body jerk in reflex; her knees came up in a defensive reaction, but it was too late to save her battered breasts from further indignity.

Racquel twisted her boot on Sunny's nipple the way she'd put out a cigarette, watching with a tight grin as Sunny's legs kicked and flailed helplessly. Then Racquel hauled Sunny to her feet by the hair, twisted her head to the side and slammed her fist straight down on the side of Sunny's jaw. The blonde pornstar crashed to the dirt flat on her back, her arms spread, her legs splayed and out cold! Racquel spun on her heel and strutted away with her hands raised to the cheers of the crowd. The savage KO concluded the evenings entertainment as Racquel was carried out of the pit on the shoulders of her fans and backers.

Later, in the club bar, spectators discussed the fights in excited clusters. Sunny's few supporters claimed she fought stupidly - but Racquel had made her fight her fight, hurting the blonde early with her sneak attack, then pounding away without restraint until Sunny wilted. Racquel's legs dominated this fight - providing her with her punching power, getting into position and landing devastating kicks at crucial times. Her legs took away any advantage Sunny may have had going in.

As the celebrations began, Sunny's limp, bloody, battered body lay in the dirt as everyone filed out. She lay alone and unconscious, not moving until several minutes after the arena emptied. Then after everyone had gone, a solitary female figure appear in the pit doorway. She walked slowly to Sunny, knelt and lifted the blondes head into her lap. As she caressed Sunny's matted hair, she lovingly brushed dirt and blood from her face.

Sunny's eyes fluttered open briefly, then closed as she winced in pain. In the dim light, she couldn't make out the woman's face but as she drifted back into semi-consciousness, she thought the woman looked familiar. The mystery woman helped the dazed and groggy blonde to her feet and, supported her with an arm around her waist; almost carrying her from the pit, down the hallway and into the deserted dressing room. There, she dressed Sunny and then took her back to her own apartment where she lovingly tucked Sunny into her bed and spent the rest of the night and the next day caring for her.

Sunny's Adventures continue in Chapter 6: Dutch Delightmare

But first, this epilogue: Sunny McKay vs. Racquel Darrian (Rematch at the Porndex convention Las Vegas) by simguy

In the porn industry, whether its a film contract, or a fight contract - it's best to read the fine print. Sunny McKay made the mistake of bringing her boxing sensibility to what would be little more than a pit fight against the raw, but savage brunette beauty, Racquel Darrian. Fighting in front of porn industry spectators in a steaming BDSM club venue, the girls fought with tiny gloves, no supervision from a ref and the 'maximum damage' ethic of the porn biz that handicapped the well-schooled blonde that evening.
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Industry insiders know about the bitterness between these two, stemming from Darrian's rough hewn Pearl Harbor assault on the blonde previously. Little different circumstances tonight - even though it's the Porndex - the Las Vegas commission still has the final say on formal matters governing any fight in the county; rules will be enforced, giving McKay some room to employ her skills. Fought at the Mirage hotel, the fighters adorned in a harem-girl motif; bikini halters and bottoms, gold belly chains, long, see-through silk loin strips, gold anklets - pink for McKay, pastel blue for Darrian.

Round 1:
Sunny looks to work behind her jab, scraping it across the top of Racquel's head or edging it into the brunette's face. Midway through, Racquel loops a crashing right hand over Sunny's left, jerking the blonde a quarter turn to her right - Racquel piles on as Sunny goes wobbly butt. Familiar sound of Racquel's fists punishing Sunny's belly and ribs as the blonde folds over her legs, covers up and lets the leather bash on down in a big Racquel first.

Round 2:
Racquel stalking - used to having Sunny hurt - now oozing confidence. Sunny keeps her composure, still patiently putting the jab on Racquel - blonde holding her fists at her temples, dropping the left out sharp and stiff to the brunette's face, stepping left and trying to mix in the right hand as Racquel walks in. Racquel still pitching, but it's looping single shots - easily read by Sunny who keeps her distance, steers her girl with the stick and manages to fight her fight for the first time in two meetings with the brunette.

Round 3:
Sunny now sitting down on her punches, stepping in with the jab to bite a hook into Racquel's jugs - brunette on her heels, backing straight away - gets caught time and again by Sunny's follow up straight right hand. Sunny nickel and diming Racquel, the brunette looking awkward and ineffective backing up. Panic starts to show in Racquel's eyes as Sunny patiently hunts her down and touches her up. Down the stretch, a double left jab up the middle sets up a whistling right cross to drape a stunned Racquel on the ropes at the bell.

Round 4:
Racquel comes out with rough clinching in a sloppy first minute - ref has his hands full pushing the sweaty combatants apart, reminding them to box. Racquel trying to pop Sunny's elbow in the tie-up, or twist the blonde into headlocks - Sunny responding with sharp elbow smashes against the teeth inside - it's messy. Rest of the way sees good, flat footed, two way trading - Sunny angered, fighting toe to toe and Racquel, able to stand her ground, simply focusing on brawling is effective. The round goes as a draw with both women continuing slugging after the bell.

Rounds 5&6:
Sunny is not a brilliant boxer but she's able to use her feet tonight, stepping over to create angles and control an undisciplined opponent with the jab - Racquel not getting off, blinking as Sunny's cracking rangefinder spikes between her eyes. The brunette getting set up time and again for flush right hands. She's taking the punches well, but it's not a great tactic. Racquel scoring the occasional winging right hand, but Sunny firmly taking control through the 6th round.

Round 7:
Racquel up-tempos, fighting with desperation, and nails Sunny with a pair of hard overhand rights early to break the blonde down slightly. Sunny, backing away with her hands low, gets caught by a sweeping right hand across the face and MCKAY GOES DOWN! Crowd roars as Sunny is driven to her back with her feet flying in the air as she lands heavily. Up at eight, Sunny's glassy-eyed and Racquel is hungry to get back on top of her. All Racquel as she bodies up, driving Sunny into the ropes, cradling the blonde with the left while reefing heartless right hands into Sunny's exposed belly and wide open crotch! The ref issuing break orders, but Sunny can't get off the ropes as Racquel just wades back in to continue the carnage. Old fashioned beat down once again - Racquel with her weight on Sunny, holding and ramming right hands to the blonde's body and face. Sunny comes up cut over the bridge of the nose at the bell and her tight body is trembling at the savage treatment. Racquel pushed back to her corner by the ref, screams abuse at a dazed and uncomprehending Sunny.

Round 8:
It's ON! Sunny hurt, busted up, stomps out to mid-ring and lays it all on the line - toe to toe, chins up, long arms lashing back and forth, the girls lick viciously at the other's body and head in wild brawling action. After a minute of withering trading, Racquel falters - back leg jiggling - she half turns away and staggers back with tears in her eyes. Sunny hopping after her, doubling the hook into the brunette's augmented breasts, then chopping down over the shoulder with a short right hand to drive Racquel ropeside. All Sunny as she goes mercilessly to the brunette's body - fists bouncing off tanned ribcage, Sunny swabbing the lower back as Racquel folds forward - then Sunny uses the left elbow to push the brunette back for more! Clipping hooks across the teeth leave Racquel defenseless as she spills along the ropes - Sunny stepping with her and pouring it on. Final minute - Sunny rolling straight punches left and right in between Racquel's gloves batters the brunette to her knees - Sunny pushed back so Racquel can take an eight count. Sunny piling on in the dying seconds, palming Racquel with the left, diving in with right hands seeking chin - Racquel's sleepy face taking riveting punches without feeling and DARRIAN GOES DOWN AGAIN! Racquel sitting in a dazed heap, eyes staring, blood issuing from the corner of her mouth - bell sounds! Racquel is fortunate to have gone down in her own corner as her seconds don't have to drag her far for first aid.

Round 9:
Both battered beauties limp to mid ring - Racquel out on her feet - Sunny exhausted and arm weary - they tie up, waltz meaninglessly until finally ending up against the ropes. Sunny subtly butting the top of her head under Racquel's chin, opens the brunette's torso up and goes to work with tired, meaty lefts and rights to the glistening midriff. It's aching work - Racquel clinching, smothering - Sunny wrestling the brunette's arms out of the way just for the chance to dig at firm tummy or clout rounded jug. It's all Sunny pitching, Racquel catching - brunette seated on the ropes, eyes closed, mouth open - she's just trying to bog the blonde down as much as possible. At the bell, girls lay on one another, too exhausted to separate until the ref intervenes.

Round 10:
Sunny's got nothing left and a hurting Racquel takes over. Racquel walking her girl to the ropes, finds the will to bark her elbow hard against Sunny's sternum, buckling the blonde's legs and forcing a weary gurgle out of her. Now it's Sunny trying to tie Racquel up, girls laying in chest to chest, arms writhing and looping around one anothers heads and torsos. Sunny can only gasp and sink to a seat on the ropes as Racquel jerks a short, had left deep into Sunny's soft pink bikini bottom - Racquel very rough in the final moments, but unable to put enough hurt on her to make Sunny quit. Final bell finds the women swooning in one anothers arms almost like weary lovers until the ref separates them for the decision.

It comes back a unanimous decision: Sunny McKay! Both women break down in tears at the announcement.

Afterward:
Sunny turns brawler to beat back her nemesis in a typical porn star style slugfest. Racquel not out of the woods yet, however, as Sunny pulls her off her stool and drags Racquel around the ring for a walk of shame - Sunny riding her right arm around Racquel's waist as Racquel sullenly stumbles along. In the corners - it's special treatment. Sunny pushing Racquel's back up against each turnbuckle in turn, then stepping on the bottom rope, leaning on her and French-kissing the brunette hard as the triple-X crowd eats it up. Racquel uncharacteristically submissive. Sunny - her left foot propped up on the ropes to help pin the brunette in the corner - holds Racquel by the wrists and tongues her roughly - Racquel crying softly, moaning as she takes the humiliation.

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Sunny's adventure continues in "Chapter 6: Coming Soon