Man-Hunting Part 1: Rebecca’s First Win

Rebeccah stood outside the fighting ring and paced back and forth, barely containing her nerves. She was a lean, muscular woman with a defined body and flawless lightly-tanned skin. She had long flowing brown hair and large, deep brown eyes. Her form was imposing and athletic and she wore a tight black sports bra and spandex shorts. She was immensely proud of her chiseled abs and never hesitated to show them off. She snarled as she paced around her friend Emma.

“You sure you want to do this? You seem really nervous.” Emma asked. 

Emma was a smaller woman, barely in her twenties with a runner’s build and short blond hair. She was pretty and well liked in the gym but she gravitated to Rebeccah’s magnetism as soon as she met her a few months prior.

“I need to do it. I waited too long for one of these assholes to finally give me a match. I can’t walk now.” Rebeccah whispered. 

A small crowd, mostly men from the gym of various levels of physical fitness and age gathered outside the ring. It was a space made for competitive and exhibition matches but the little group was almost insulting to Rebeccah as the room could hold many more. Several of the men, mostly the younger ones made cat-calls and inappropriate comments to Rebeccah as she waited for her opponent and hoped he would actually show.

Rebeccah despised men. Not because of something specific but somewhere in her was a deadly hatred of them she could never shake. She wasn’t opposed to sleeping with them when it suited her and she didn’t mind the look at feel of a man’s body. She did however, have no room in her life for the very notion of being with one for more than a few hours. 

She made a goal for herself a few years before to learn everything she could about the martial arts and one day take down a competitive male fighter. She trained hard and put up with more bias against her for her sex than she ever thought. This fed her hatred to the point of madness and her need to prove herself took on a laser focus. 

She moved from the Midwest to California a few months prior to try her fortunes at a fresh start as a freelance writer but her waking time was always drawn to the gym. But, try as she might, she could never get a mixed gender match sanctioned. She fought other female fighters with generally good success but got a reputation for being surly and unapproachable and quickly became more of a heel in the ring than considered a real fighter. 

She taunted the male martial artists at the gym to take her on in the ring and even sought to find a sponsor for a match but she could not find an opponent or any interest. She knew she would likely lose against any real male fighter but was surprised to see how fearful the men were of losing to a woman. This insecurity made Rebeccah happy in its own way but she still needed her chance to destroy a man in the octagon.

Just as Rebeccah was about to give up she could hear teasing and cheering from the group of onlookers. In the room came her opponent Mike finally. He was with a few of his friends and was eating a granola bar and had a bottle of water.

Mike was a nice guy. Always friendly and smiling and everyone knew him well. He was tall and muscular and did not have the slightest hint of fat on his frame. He was tan and vascular and model handsome. He always sported a tall, audacious Mohawk which was his trademeark. He wore a pair of tight black spandex shorts with red trim on them. It showed his body off well and was something he would have worn at a real match. It also showed his very ample bulging genitals. She might hate men but she did not hate the way they looked.

Rebeccah was impressed and grateful he stayed professional with her despite the rejection she had so often gotten. Mike did not want this match but acquiesced under peer pressure. He was an accomplished local fighter with a mixed but veteran record. As he pulled his shoes off and entered the ring, Rebeccah’s nerves became almost too much. 

He was big, bigger than her and clearly much stronger. She had more strength than most women her size and she was fast but the sheer size of her opponent could easily overwhelm or injure her. Mike was also very cocky and she had assumed all along he expected this to be a fast fight. She had prepared and trained for what he might try to do and decided it would come to an attempt to knock her out with a single heavy hit early on. She and her trainer practiced a dozen potential attacks and she could only hope he would try one on her before he tired her out.

“Fight smart” Emma urged as Rebeccah climbed into the ring.

There was a scattering of cheers and boos and any other spectator noises as the two approached each other. Mike gave her the courtesy of standing chest to chest with her and pounded his fists against hers. He seemed annoyed at the waste of his time and his effort was half-hearted. Rebeccah’s eyes burned.

“I’m going to destroy you.” She said loud enough for the crowd to hear. They rumbled with delight.

“I don’t think so, but you’re here to try.” Mike replied with a half-smile.

“I mean it, I’m not just going to beat you; I’m going to kill you.” Rebeccah’s nerves and emotions boiled over.

“You’re fucking nuts. Let’s get this over.” Mike snarled a little with disgust.

The referee ranged the old boxing bell and the two fighters circled each other. Rebeccah had fury in her eyes and Mike watched her with a wary stare.

“Come on, knock her down! Pin the bitch!...” The taunts came from the crowd encouraging Mike to brutalize his opponent. No on cheered on Rebeccah and she noticed.

The two traded punches and a few cautious kicks to the side but largely avoided each other. Mike took a hard swing at Rebeccah and made contact with her arm with a slap. It stung and she did not catch the blow well. She winced a little and Mike let out a little chuckle. 

Rebeccah swung back at him a few times and forced him back a step but he still blocked her hits. The two fought back harder and faster but they were relatively evenly matched. Mike added to the intensity and got a kick through to Rebeccah’s abdomen which caused a brief scream. The crowd loved it and cheered Mike on. 

As Rebeccah recoiled Mike went for his moment. He swung his left leg at shoulder height in a strong devastating kick toward Rebeccah’s head. This was the attack she feared and prepared for. Instinct kicked in and she ducked the attack. Mike’s shin swept the hair on her head over but he failed to connect with her as had hoped. 

During that moment of reality slowing as her hours of parrying this particular attack in training kicked in, Rebeccah saw her moment. Virtually hanging in front of her was Mike’s manhood, wrapped in a tight round sack of fabric. She almost lost her balance from dodging the kick and as she crouched down, she threw her left fist up and into his vulnerable gonads.

The impact was almost sickening and she thrust forward in the exact opposite direction Mike had swung his pelvis. His leg was still in motion adding to the momentum when his world changed.

Rebeccah felt the sensation of bubbles popping for a brief moment before her hand collided hard with less forgiving parts of his anatomy. The impact was so hard she felt her shoulder almost break under the strain and howled in rage. Mike however, howled louder and for a much more dire reason.

His eyes almost crossed as he swung around in a now uncontrolled recovery. The crowd shouted in anger at such a blatantly illegal strike. Rebeccah knew she would never get credit for winning the match except by cheating but decided to make it a decisive statement anyway. She could guess he was finished but pressed the attack anyway.

Mike fell to the ground clutching his shattered balls. Tears poured down his cheeks. Before the referee could react, Rebeccah stomped him as hard as she could in the center of his forehead and he saw stars and nearly fell unconscious. The crowd moved to intervene as did the referee but the whole episode took mere seconds. 

As Mike moved his hands to his head, Rebeccah stomped his balls even harder and got an aborted grunt as trauma and pain overwhelmed him and he fell unconscious. She had a brief second to stand with one foot on his unconscious body and flex in triumph before she was grabbed and shoved away. 

Mike was not moving and the crowd was trying to revive him. They at first shoved Rebeccah back but as some attended to Mike others turned on her and approached. Rebeccah defied them to try anything but she could tell the damage done was much more than she expected.

“We gotta get you out of here.” Emma shouted up from the ring.

“Come here you fucking cunt!” One of the men in the crowd shouted and several advanced on her. 

“Come on!” Emma pulled at her ankle and she took the hint to retreat. 

Rebeccah grabbed her gym bag and the two hurried out of the room with a few men hesitantly following her. The desk clerk at the gym, Corey opened the door and pulled it shut behind them.

“Man, that was sick. And I don’t mean in a good way.”

“He’s the one who got cocky.” Rebeccah pulled her shoes on.

“I don’t know how that’s going to go. I’d get out of here though. Those dudes are pissed.” Corey urged her along.

“Sorry they had to watch their big strong brother lose to a girl.”

“Shots to the ‘nads are not allowed. Dirty fight.” Corey got them almost to the door.

“He brought the things, I didn’t tell him to.” Rebeccah shrugged as three men exited the boxing ring looking for her.

“Just go, this is going to be a fight.” Emma urged and Rebeccah decided retreat was her best option.

The two of them jogged down the street a little and into a storefront. The people inside got a view of Rebeccah’s body in its entirety as she put on her jacket and a pair of leggings over her tiny fighting outfit. 

As reality set in, Rebeccah smiled from ear to ear. She couldn’t stop if she tried. Emma looked at her puzzled, but Rebeccah said nothing. She had found Nirvana. She was boiling with satisfaction with herself and her abilities but mostly with the vivid memory of the moment of Mike’s destruction. She replayed the moment in her mind over and over again as it started to dull and fade. She could not believe the eroticism and joy she felt. It was intoxicating and as she headed for her apartment she basked in it. She needed more, she needed another. She needed the feeling of the devastating strike, the look in his eyes, and the yelp of helpless surprise all at once. 

She racked her brain trying to rationalize her feelings but when she again succumbed to the pleasure, she changed her efforts to plotting another such encounter. She imagined an even stronger, cockier fighter, and she had dark ideations of doing him even more harm, or worse. This moment defined her and would not die easily. She needed more, and at that moment she would do anything to get it.