Chapter 2: The Underground Fighting Arena

Cammy was slowly coming to, and the sound of dripping water filled her ears. Her vision was slow-adjusting at first, giving an unsteady focal point-of-view where everything seemed to be moving at a turtle-like pace, but bouncing around while her surroundings grew closer and closer before finally, she felt herself being lowered onto the ground by a pair of absurdly strong calloused hands.

"Oh, found me another one?" The voice was that of the woman from moments ago.

"I wasn't expecting much," the gangster-sounding walking monstrosity spoke. "Looked like a cute girl, nice rump and all, but she proved soon enough she was a helluva lot more than that."

"You do look...Quite worn," Poison drew closer, inspecting the bruises and broken skin on his face.

"She packed a punch. Had a hard time decipherin' if it was her punches that hurt more or her kicks."

A gleeful chuckle soon filled Cammy's ears. "A strong hitter and a deadly kicker, huh? Generally, most of the competitors are only good at one thing, punching or kicking, but this girl here...She sounds pretty promising compared to the previous."

The man stared at the pinkette, his eyes sturdy and face a perfect poker-face.

"So whaddaya think, boss? Is she gonna fit your taste?"

"Turn her over," Poison ordered while her eyes cast down to Cammy and went over her face.

He bent over and pushed Cammy onto her stomach at Poison's orders, then stood back up and looked at her for approval.

"She's so small," the pink-haired woman muttered. "So small and yet...I've only ever seen such a pair of legs who could compete with those, once...And I'm hoping I'm not hoping to see them again. But she has more going for her than just a pair of legs, an ass like that is something you don't see every day."

"So yah, or naw, boss?"

Poison tapped a finger against her cheek, eyes practically piercing holes into Cammy's firm backside where they were locked onto her cheeks that the light-blue unitard was wedged into."Oh, it's definitely a 'yah', for me. She's a little small in the chest department, but I can over-look that."

The man sighed and wiped his forehead.

"Now listen," Poison lifted her eyes up from the blonde and looked at him. "Go find this girl a room. She's going to be staying here, 'working' for me from this point on, so I want her to have her own piece of space whenever she gets tired of being around everyone."

"You got it," he said. "I think there's actually a free room now because remember when the last girl got booted out of here? Wasn't that just a month ago?"

Poison lifted a brow but then nodded her head as if she caught on to his words. "Ah, yes! That little brat who tried to take me out when she thought I wasn't looking! Well, that'll work! I had already just finished cleaning up the room a bit anyways after she trashed it while she stayed here."

"Do I just leave her here with you, or should I take her there now?"

Poison shook her head.

"Just leave the girl here. I need you to finish cleaning the room up."

"Thought you said you did it?" He stared.

"I cleaned up a bit," she clarified. "But there's still the case of some dusting and some air-freshening."

"She was that bad, huh? 'kay boss, I'll go back there and finish freshenin' up the place for her."

Poison walked closer towards Cammy with an exaggerated strut and once again her eyes returned to the newest female to arrive in her underground domain, her eyes once again fixating on the girl's backside as a bit of discomfort started to nab her attention.

"Take your time, Ralph! I'm...Pretty pre-occupied for the moment...Heh-heh."

Cammy soon started to regain her thinking and she let out a painful moan as she rubbed at her head with her hand. When she finally adjusted her eyes and looked up, she saw the pink-haired woman who she had seen only moments ago, looking down at her like a lion eyeing a gazelle.

"Oh, you're awake," Poison came across as both happy and disappointed. "Had a nice nap?"

"You..." The blonde's voice was barely even audible. "I saw you just a few minutes ago."

"Outside? Yes...I was...Getting a bit of fresh air."

"Outside?" Cammy gasped; eyes growing.

"Yes, my blonde friend. You're inside now...Inside my little domain where I stay under-the-table."

"Under the table?" A look of amusement crossed Cammy's face. "So you're just a common criminal."

"I wouldn't exactly say I was a 'criminal', but I don't think the police would be...Approving."

Cammy pressed a hand against her head and rubbed the spot where she was struck by the brawny big lug; groaning from the throbbing pain that still hadn't quite subsided from the blow she had taken from him and she used the other hand to press herself off the ground a bit, at least until she had her bottom pressing against the ground in a sitting position, thus ending Poison's staring at her rear.

"So is that what this is?" Her eyebrows knit together and her lips rose in a snarl. "Human trafficking is your bloody gig?"

Poison grimaced and clicked her tongue. "I'm not a fan of the word 'human-trafficking', my dear. But I suppose that's what it would be called, legally. But I do take very good care of my visitors, they don't go underfeed, without a soft pillow or warm blankets and they aren't underpaid, either."

"I'm beginning to wonder what you do here," Cammy, still quite angry, said. "Especially after the way I caught you leering at my body..."

"All in due time." Poison tersely replied. "But for now, I'm getting a room set up for you."

"Room?"

"Yes," Poison gave a short nod. "A room, since you'll be staying here for a while."

"What? I never agreed to any of that! You aren't holding me holed up here, damn trollop!"

Cammy's insult, which completely went over Poison's head in terms of its meaning since she wasn't exactly the most familiar with British insults, was met with some loud and almost upbeat sounding humor from the pinkette.

"Interesting lingo you have. But yes...You'll be staying here."

"Like hell I will," Cammy rose to her feet, getting herself into fighting position, only to feel a sharp throb that had her wincing and grinding her teeth, distracting her.

"You don't strike me as someone who's in position to be making a challenge," Poison noted with a bit of humor in her voice. "Why don't you calm down and just lie back down? You're liable to fall down and bump your head or something...And that wouldn't do, would it?"

"Piss off! I don't give a damn what you're saying! I'll...-," but Cammy reached a hand up to touch her head.

"Now, now, just calm down, all right? Rest for a moment; Ralph will have your room ready, soon."

It was only a few minutes after Poison said this that he came back and stood between her and Cammy, wiping off his forehead with his arm before coughing into his fist.

"Room's all ready, boss. I even gave it a few additional decorations to make it look even nicer, and I made sure I sprayed an extra few good times to get...Certain smells out of the room, because boy, were they pretty potent in there."

"Good, good," Poison nodded her head in approval. "Please escort our new friend there, so she may see her new room."

"Very well, boss." His eyes then hit Cammy's face. "Come along, now."

Cammy, of course, wasn't eager to go with him and put up a strong resistance.
She didn't trust either one of these people, especially after 'Poison', had just admitted to what she had estimated in the first place.

Cammy struck at him; a fist flying towards his face when he went to reach for her.

Poison intercepted her fist and caught her by the hand, a shake of her head while she looked at the blonde teen who was so quick to anger.

"Go with him," the short-shorts wearing woman sounded a bit more stern than before, but still restrained. "He's just going to show you to your room; if you think he has other intentions, I can assure you that he doesn't."

"Why should I believe a word you say?" Cammy glared at her.

"Do you have a choice?" Was the response she received.

The sturdy-built man took Cammy by the hand and led her along as he made his way to the hallways where all the rooms awaited.

Cammy still had plenty of questions about this place; Poison had admitted that the kind of activity she had assumed earlier, was indeed a factor. But she still felt like there was a little bit more to it.

"It ain't such a bad place here," the man tried to strike up conversation. "The boss is a pretty nice lady, as you can see, she's very patient...Although she CAN have a bit of a short-temper on certain days. She's very fair, and she makes sure that everyone here is always at their most comfortable, feelin' right at home, you might say."

"Keep trying to convince me," she scoffed. "I don't like either one of you, and that won't change."

At that point 'Ralph' gave her a very unfriendly side-way glare and then they arrived at the big halls.

Ralph walked with her down to the third row, to the third door and opened the door where he then quickly pushed her into the room, pulled the door shut, and locked it while Cammy blew a fuse and started cussing him out like there was no tomorrow.

Ralph returned to Poison, who inquired him of where their new friend was, and who was quick to criticize him when she learned that he had just tossed Cammy into the room and then locked her in there since that wasn't part of the orders that she had given to him.
After scolding him a bit, she walked back to the rooms and pulled the key out of the back pocket of her skin-tight short-shorts.

"Sorry about Ralph," Poison thrust the key into the lock on the knob. "He doesn't like to take shit."

After unlocking the door, Poison tried to put on the most friendly face she could muster.

"You know, I didn't always call this place home," Poison pulled the door open. "I'm not actually from here, believe it or not. I came from a whole different city, leaving only after I started getting myself into a bit of trouble."

Cammy stared.

"So you were a criminal there, too?"

"Hate to admit it," the woman looked away, "but yeah, I was. I did some things I'm not really proud of, hurt some people I wish I hadn't, and in the end, I decided it was within my best interest to just leave and make a fresh start, especially since I had the police on my tail and I had a feeling it was only going to be a matter of time before things came back to bite me in the ass."

Another suspicious look formed on Cammy's face and she narrowed her eyes into semi-squints.

Poison shrugged. "But, hey, the Big Apple isn't so bad, just can't venture out as often as I would like, into the more better parts of it."

"Tch, figures..."

"Ever heard of a place called Metro City?" Poisoned asked.

"No! Why the hell would I have heard of that place?"

"I was just asking," Poison threw her hands up into the air. "It's the place I'm from."

Cammy drew out of the room and walked towards Poison, although she was still being cautious since, as she had told Ralph, she didn't trust them.

"So what's your story? Sexy girl like you wandering around New York dressed like that? You stick out like a sore thumb in this city; no one around here dresses that provocatively and the fashion sense here is way different than wherever it is that you're from."

"I can't remember," Cammy turned her back to her. "But even if I could? It's none of your business!"

"Fair enough," shrugged the pink-haired woman. "But I do hope you get your memory back...Must be hell not being able to remember anything like that. I hope that you can at least remember who you are, what your name is, the smallest of important details like those."

Cammy stared at the ground and closed her eyes. "I don't..."

"Well, I can't just call you nothing," Poison reached a hand to her shoulder. "And I'm sure as hell not about to start calling you something like 'Jane Doe', nameless or not. So why don't I just call you something simple? Maybe...Electra? Because you are a pretty electrifying sight.."

Cammy scoffed. "Sure, whatever."

"All right," Poison clapped her hands. "Electra! Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Poison Kiss, and I run this underground place. The big guy who looks like he'd suffocate you in your sleep, his name is Ralph, and he's not such a bad guy once you get to know him."

"Poison, whatever, I don't care. I just want to know why I've been brought here, and what you plan to do with me now that you have me in this dump."

"Oh, yes, I haven't really explained what this place is, have I? Very welll... Well, Electra, this place is actually an underground ring where I bring fighters who tickle my fancy and put them up against one another. See, I'm a bit of a fighting aficionado, and since moving here to New York, I've become a manager."

"So you and Ralph, you two go around looking to book people?" Deduced Cammy.

"Exactly," Poison nodded. "I often let Ralph do the dirty work for me and he'll go around scouting for fighters who look functional, and when he sees them? He'll bring them back to me, whether he has to use force, or if they're willing out of curiosity or otherwise. SO! This is an underground fighting facility, and I give a room to each of my fighters."

Certainly some illegal stuff right there, and it did sound like human-trafficking to her since Poison admitted that Ralph would sometimes use force to bring the people to this underground place.

"Do you ever let them go?" The Brit eyed her suspiciously.

"If they want to go," said Poison. "Some just want to stay here, because I'm a good host and they make some damn good money fighting for me, and they know they'll have shelter and the luxuries that they want, that most people in the outside world, have."

She wasn't sure how long this stay would be. But if Poison really was such a good person as she was making herself out to be, as RALPH was making her out to be, then maybe Cammy would be able to get herself out of this mess after fighting under her for a while. After all...She did say that she let go of the people who didn't want to be cooped up in this unsightly looking facility.

"Fine," Cammy made up her mind. "I'll fight in this...Little illegal game you have going, but in return, I want that money you supposedly pay your fighters, and after I made enough money to function in New York? I want to be released, and I want to go back outside."

Poison reached her hand out to her and smiled. "I always keep my promises."

"...See to it that you do," Cammy stated, threateningly.

She felt conflicted about agreeing to all of this; part of her felt like she was committing a crime herself, by agreeing to fight in this underground ring that Poison had. But at the same time, Cammy knew that she couldn't do anything in this city if she didn't have the cash on hand, so, either way, she knew she didn't have much of a choice but to go along with this.

"I'm going to let you just chill for a while, seeing as how you got roughed up by Ralph. But after that? I'll be figuring out who your first opponent will be here. So for now," Poison shook hands with her. "Just rest up a little! There's also food if you're hungry, and I'd be happy to show you where the kitchen area is."

Cammy's stomach noisily growled.

"...Food...Would be nice."

Poison just laughed. "All right, come on, then; we'll get you something to eat."

Cammy and Poison went down a long hall that was closed off in seclusion from the other dozens of rooms that, she assumed, the other fighters were in resting up for their own matches that were probably coming later on.

As opposed to the rest of the underground place, the kitchen looked quite exceptional with floors that were freshly dusted and mopped, and a squeaky clean looking electric stove with a see-through window in the center of the oven and knobs below the burners, right above the handle of the oven.

There was a microwave next to the stove, and the microwave was a khaki color with three different knobs, and the screen was black.

"So what do you prefer: fresh, or leftovers?" Poison turned to look at her.

"I really don't care," Cammy placed a hand against her rumbling stomach.

"Hmm," Poison shrugged. "I guess leftovers, for now, then. It's only a day old, and I made sure to properly store it all up so it's still just as good! I hope you like steak, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables."

"That's more than fine."

Poison pulled the refrigerator door of the French door refrigerator open and went over the contents inside, only to pull out a vibrant yellow bulky Tupperware made of hard plastic with a ridged top and she placed it on the counter, grabbed a clover-print plate from one of the cabinets over-head, a fork and spoon from one of the drawers opposite of the stove and opened the Tupperware, scooping out a hefty helping of mashed potatoes on one side of the plate, then a big piece of steak which she put in the center, followed by a large portion of mixed vegetables, then stuck the plate in the microwave and tinkered with the knobs.

While the wait wasn't exactly long, Cammy could barely wait for the food.

"I haven't seen someone this hungry in a while," Poison kept her eyes on the microwave for a few moments before taking them off to look at Cammy. "When was the last time that you ate, anyways?"

"Yesterday," she answered. "I had this thing called a hot-dog."

"Hot dog?" Poison blinked. "Heh, well, fancy that."

After a few minutes, a 'ding' was heard.

Poison removed the food from the microwave, being careful not to burn her hands upon the removal. And she placed the fork and spoon on the plate, careful not to let them touch the food or its juices, then led Cammy towards a big, oval-shaped table crafted out of cherry-wood.

"You must be thirsty. Anything to drink? There's water, of course, but Ralph is also pretty big on sweet tea, and I do love the occasional coffee."

"Do you have any Earl Grey?" Cammy squinted at herself after asking this, confused, herself.

"Earl grey? Oh, a hot-tea lover, are you? I think I have some in the pantry."

She couldn't help but wonder where that had come from.
She couldn't even remember the first five things about herself, but out of nowhere, she blurts out something like that? How would she even know what early grey tea was when she couldn't even remember what her OWN name was? Now that was pretty strange.

Cammy seated herself on one of the wooden chairs at the table and lifted up her silverware, going for the knife and the fork and then cutting up the steak into a few careful cuts before skewering them onto her fork and just shoving them into her mouth like a wolf worried that its pack was going to try to eat its food before it could.

"Do you always eat so fast?" Poison commented with a wiggle of her brows.

She was met with a sudden and abrupt pause, followed by a brief stare from a very much face-stuffed Cammy. But then she just resumed chewing until swallowing the food whole and shoving multiple pieces of steak tips into her mouth as opposed to the previous, one.

If there was free-food involved like this...She wasn't so sure she would even want to leave.
But maybe that was just her stomach doing the thinking for her.

"Did you make this?" But her words were garbled from the amount of food stuffed in her cheeks.

"Sorry?" Poison tilted her head.

Cammy swallowed the food in her mouth and hit a fist against the center of her chest, sighing.

"Did you make this, the food, I mean. I can taste some spices and herbs in it...And one is pretty familiar, although I can't really seem to remember which one it is."

Poison grinned.

"Yes, I made it myself. I smoked it pretty well, although judging by your face, you can tell. I also covered it in some chicory and some basil, slathering it up in some butter."

She didn't look like the type of woman who would be good in the kitchen. In fact...She really didn't look like the type of woman who would be interested in doing anything except for ONE thing in particular. But, it just went to show that the old saying was indeed true: Never judge a book by its cover.

The steak was so good, this probably wasn't going to be the first time Cammy would want this.

"You have a bit of an accent on you. I can't tell for certain, but, I'm going to take a guess and say that you're either English or British. But," Poison started moving in on her, staring deep into her face. "Why would either of those be out here? I would say touring maybe, but...The way you're dressed..."

Cammy held her fork against her plate while she returned Poison's stare: She wasn't exactly glaring as she usually was, but, rather, just giving her a normal stare.

"I can't remember anything except I woke up in the woods outside of the city. Everything before that is a blur."

Poison placed a finger against her lip. "Central Park woods, huh? What in the world would you be doing out there? Oh, well...I'm sure in time everything will come back to you. And if not? Well, you know that my offer stands and you're more than welcome to just stay with me."

"No thanks," Cammy tersely replied.

After a while longer, the tea was ready and Poison brought the piping hot mug to Cammy, the scent of delicious earl grey hitting the nose of the teenager and almost entrancing her from the smell alone.

"Well at least I know one thing," Poison took a seat next to her and smiled. "You sure love your hot tea. And don't seem like a girl who's concerned with her weight, either.."

Cammy shot her a look on her latter remark. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Poison placed her hands on the table. "It means it looks like you've been starving yourself for too long," she answered simply.

"I don't even remember the last time I ate, before the hot dog," Cammy reached a hand for the teacup.

"If I at least knew your first name, maybe I could do an internet search and see what pops up," said Poison. "But I can't even do that much since you don't remember that, either."

Cammy shoveled a sizable amount of mashed potatoes into her mouth, table manners completely thrown out the window as she practically wolfed everything down only to toss more food into her mouth, with her fork going for more pieces of steak that were quickly disappearing from her plate. "Do you know anything about New York?"

"Here and there," replied the older woman. "As I mentioned, I don't stray too far from this specific area and I prefer to stay close to my place here, but I have seen a few snippets of the better parts of the city."

Stretching into the chair, Poison let out a yawn as her large bust lifted close to her chin, only to let it fall back down again once she was done stretching.

"If you plan on staying in the outside world after this, then you'll need to find a temporary place to stay; I've been offering to stay here so you won't have to worry about much, and I really won't require anything from you in return, except putting on a good show for me against the other fighters."

Finally reaching the end of her steak tips, Cammy went to lift up another scoopful of mashed potatoes, only to stop it a few inches away from her mouth.

She knew there was the problem of not having a place to stay, but, that was more reason for her to just get the money from the other female, and she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of having to stay in such a dark place like this underground facility, and furthermore; something about Poison just...No, she wasn't going to stay here and that was just that.

"I'll be fine," she narrowed her brows at Poison.

"Right," Poison wasn't going to touch on it anymore. "Eat up and then enjoy yourself a little more; I'm going to start planning things and your first fight will be later on tonight."

"Fine by me." Cammy shoved the spoonful into her mouth before quickly going down to scoop up more.

A few hours went by, and Cammy spent the majority of her time just wandering around, exploring the place she was to temporarily call her 'home', and it was quite the large place. Poison had even invited her to see her own chambers, although Ralph seemed a bit less inviting to view his.
She got to know a few of the other female fighters, although there were a select few who easily started to get on her nerves with their flirtatious advances.

"Hey," Poison called to her, walking towards her.

"Is it time?" Asked Cammy.

"Yes, it is. I decided your opponent would be one of the older residents here, not by age of course, but by terms of length in her stay here. She's a boxer and was actually pretty famous before...Well, you know, we took her for ourselves."

"Just lead me to wherever we're to be fighting at," Cammy remarked, walking towards her.

"Oh, Electra, I almost forgot!"

Cammy watched as Poison walked off, only to return quite shortly holding her light-blue beret in her hands and holding it out to the blonde Brit.

"This is yours, I believe. I found it outside after Ralph brought you in."

Cammy took the beret and eagerly placed it back on its rightful spot on her head. And then she and Poison headed deeper into the heart of the building until they came to the area that would serve as the arena where people had already gathered to watch the fight.

The moment they had stepped into the room which appeared to be the biggest room in all of the facility, with the exception of maybe Poison's room which was absurdly huge, bright bluish-green lights flashed on and revealed a large ring created out of sturdy-looking metal link chains with lavender lights dangling from above and a few of the same lavender lights hanging from the ring.
It was bigger than one would expect, but still not big enough to allow TOO MUCH running around within the ring. There was one door, and the door opened from the outside with a latch to lock the ring shut once the metal chain-link door was closed.

The floor of the ring was shaped like a big diamond and was glowing lavender like the lights with a holographic projection of the words 'FIGHT' in big bold letters.

Cammy stood in front of the door and was tapped on the shoulder by Poison who was egging her on.

There stood her opponent in front of her; a cute yet fierce-looking brunette who was sporting quite the impressive pair of breasts that weighed down her sports bra a bit and a tiny pair of orange short-shorts which were skin-tight and hugged her hips.
She had a slight six-pack that probably made even Poison jealous.

"Nice to see you again, newbie," the boxing gloves wearing brunette winked. "So you're my opponent?"

"Looks like it," Cammy answered back with a soft sigh.

"I hope you're not underestimating me! So you better look alive, unless you want to tap out!"

"Oh, can it," Cammy rolled her eyes. "The only one who will be 'tapping' out, will be you."

"Now, now," Poison chimed in and walked in between them. "Save it for the ring, girls, okay? Chrissy, you'll be fighting her soon enough."

"Fine," the buxom boxer said in reluctance. "But listen, blondie, you'll need plastic surgery and a brain examination when I'm done with you!"

Cammy was ready to rip her a new one right then.
But she was going to save it for the ring, as Poison had pleaded.

"Now before we begin I want to make an introduction!" Poison cried out into all who were in the stands. "First of all, you all know this sexy punchy thing right here! Yes, that's Chrissy Simms, and she packs a pretty strong punch."

The crowd cheered energetically for the boxer.

Poison then turned her eyes to Cammy. "And then we have our newest addition! She doesn't remember much about herself, but she's a very strong and capable fighter, and I'm sure Ralph would vouch for that since he COULDN'T even lay a finger on her at first."

Cammy shielded her face when a bright spot-light zoomed onto her, nearly blinding her.

"Meet Electra! Or...As I may start calling: 'Sweet Cheeks!' ….For obvious reason," Poison murmured the latter half of her words, hoping only her ears caught them.

She didn't hear a lot of cheering upon her introduction; some people were just staring at her silently like she was a fish out of water flopping around on the sands of the beach, and some were giving her the most deafening of 'boos', apparently already deciding they didn't like her...Despite the fact she had been introduced to many of them and thought she was on good terms with at least a few of them.

"I'm excited to see what Electra can bring to the table! Like all of you in here, this will be my first time seeing her in action! And I can hardly retain my anticipation."

Poison stepped down, but before she did, she shot Chrissy a glance, which was followed by a very provocative smile and an even more provocative wink.

Chrissy turned red at the cheeks from Poison's gestures to her and looked away.

"All right you two!" Poison smacked them both on the backside. "Get your butts in there and start beating the crap out of each other! Put a good show on, all right? I'm eager to see what this round is going to look like."

The door to the ring was opened by Poison and then Cammy and Chrissy entered.
It was closed behind them, with Poison locking the door so that no one could get out of the ring unless she or someone from the outside of the ring unhitched it and opened the door.

"Okay, listen up," Poison shouted to them both, "this is a one-round fight, got it? Once you hear the bell, the match is over! Now, get ready..."

Chrissy got into her boxing stance, lightly and sporadically bouncing on the balls of her feet while she narrowed her eyes like

shards at Cammy, doing a few warm-up jabs into the air while the two waited for the sound of the bell to signal the beginning of the fight.

Cammy was much more stationary than Chrissy. However, she did stretch out one hypnotically-toned thigh and stretch it at the ham-strings before proceeding to do the same with the other and then give a subtle back and forth sway of her hips before ceasing any further warm-up.

The bell sounded.

They circled around one another, with Chrissy keeping her boxing gloves drawn up to her chest for the moment that she would attempt a strike at Cammy. Cammy, in more of a good old brawl stance with one arm lifted up and resting against her modest-sized breast, while the other was slightly lower and had the elbow hovering only inches above her hip. One thigh was bent slightly at the joint in a semi-squat, while the other was kept more straight and thrusting a bit more forward onto the ground.

"So what the heck are you supposed to be anyways?" Chrissy inquired; almost coming across as mocking.

While she was given no verbal response from an icy-faced Cammy, Cammy did at least acknowledge her with a sharp and swift scoff.

Chrissy's face took the form of a smirk. "I guess I can just beat an answer out of you."

The circling continued, giving a brief moment of suspense to the onlookers out in the stands, and the overseer, Poison, herself. But then it all came to a close as Chrissy came up fast, throwing a strong hook, and just throwing her usual starter-jabs to the wind for the hell of it.

Cammy was nearly caught off-balance by the sudden attack, but the Brit was swift to lean herself to the left, her face avoiding the contact from the punch and causing Chrissy to simply punch at the air.

"I don't know where Poison found you," she growled. "But I'm sending you back in a casket!"

Again, her words went unreturned and Cammy could easily tell that this was setting her opponent off; something that had the Brit almost giving a smug lift of her lips.

Chrissy went to strike her with a quick, and very much wild, left hook, only to miss landing the blow with Cammy ducking and then simultaneously hitting Chrissy with a strong knuckle to the face that had the boxer staggering a little, much to the audience's surprise.

"Not just some cute girl with a big ass, huh?" Chrissy snickered. "Still! You just got one hit in!"

Chrissy drew away from her and resumed circling her while Cammy did the same, keeping her guard up the entire duration for any sudden attack.

The match was long and drawn-out, but Cammy had continued her strategy of pissing the other off with complete silence whenever an insult was flung her way, riling up Chrissy who was becoming more and more unhinged by the moment. And each time she went to strike, Cammy's speed proved to be too much for her, the Brit taking only one hit which on her bottom lip. And then Cammy delivered the final blow: She went spiraling forward at an astonishing speed, the crowd wooing at the sight. And at the end, one straight-leg kick was sent driving into Chrissy's stomach, drawing out blood from her mouth and staggering her.

"Shit," Poison murmured under her breath with an impressed grin, "seems she's hot stuff for more than just one reason..."

"You b—bi—bitch!" Cursed Chrissy, nose, and lips both covered in blood. She was moments from tumbling right over, and this showed very clearly in her awkward, weak backsteps.

Chrissy fell over, and the bell went off.

A few people cheered, but there was still a good amount of boos from the other stands.
Poison was among one of the happy few of Cammy's victory and walked towards the ring as the cage door lifted, congratulating Cammy with another sharp slap on the ass, and an added peck on the cheek.

"To think you would beat Chrissy," Poison chuckled. "You did a great job; I was almost mesmerized by your moves in there, I don't think I've ever seen anything like them before! And that technique you used to beat Chrissy? That was incredible, love."

"Something tells me you weren't entirely focused on my moves..." Cammy remarked with a judgmental look at the older pinkette.

"You can't place all the fault on me," Poison nudged into her with her elbow bumping into her shoulder, "you and that plump ass of yours."

"Enough already," Cammy grimaced while looking off to the side, "what happens next? Do I get my pay for winning the match?"

"You'll be getting that payment here shortly," assured the pinkette with a wink. "But first, I need to check on Chrissy, then after that, I would you to meet me near my chambers, at the door."

When Poison walked away from her and approached Chrissy, who was on the ground and out like a brick, Cammy turned her back and walked away, paying zero attention to the loud booing she received from half of the crowd. And she left the fighting area, wandering around the long and winding hall that was a-lite with vivid lights ranging from dark blue to purple and even some hot-pink, before eventually making her way back to the lengthy hall housing the large number of fighter rooms.

From there, she waited as Poison had instructed...Although with fleeting patience.

There was a smug smirk playing upon Poison's full-lips, as the taller and more matured looking woman, gestured towards Cammy a few more step by means of a sultry strut, very evidently trying to put the spells on the young Brit. But of course, this went without effect, as Cammy kept her eyes as cold as ice, her lips pressing together in an irritated looking scowl towards the pinkette.
And then the two had the space between them closed, Poison right in front of her.

"Your battle with Chrissy was quite the spectacular," Poison said to her while she snaked a hand along her left hip and slapped her palm onto the spot.

"Why exactly did you want to meet me here?" Cammy demanded, her face again taking a tense and hostile expression.

"I wanted to ask you if you would give me another show," replied the pinkette.

"All I'm asking for is to see you compete once more," Poison stated, putting on the best seductive tone she could muster.

"Let me guess," Cammy replied venomously. "You'll increase my pay if I do some favors for you?"

"Is it so bad to want some favors?" Was the pinkette's reply; her eyes giving a slightly narrow, brows lifting, and her lips taking on the form of an all-the-more smug-looking smile.

Cammy groaned, just wanting to get the rest of her pay so she could get the hell out of the underground ring, and put all this bullshit behind her; she didn't enjoy being blackmailed. And Poison was really starting to push her buttons by this point, causing the Brit to utilize some great restraint in laying the smack-down on her own manager.

"What do you want?" The blonde demanded.

"Just a little...Handwork," Poison slyly replied.

Cammy rolled her eyes, her lips still in the form of that sour scowl. She sighed exhaustively, but at least this wasn't asking for TOO much.

Her eyes traveled down to Poison's skimpy short-shorts that had half of her ass cheeks hanging out from the back, and her blue eyes caught sight of the building monster that was nested within those tight-fitting denim jeans; it seemed that Poison had already had this on her mind even before they had met outside of the ring in the hall.

Cammy reached her hand forward, and she unzipped the shorts, greeted only by a hard smack on the forehead from that dick. She gasped lightly, completely unsuspecting of the resulting slap, but then her expression returned to the previous display, her brows furrowing and her smile upside down. Cammy reached forward for the rigid, hot piece of flesh, her gloved palms taking it softly by the shaft while she looked up at Poison, who was grinning down at her.

"You don't have to go out there and get a job in that city," Poison tried to smooth-talk. "You could just stay here, under the radar of the city, working for me in street fights. You'll be paid well, and get to beat others to a bloody pulp in the process."

"And in return, you'll want sexual favors," Cammy deduced.

"Oh, you silly girl. You're just so untrusting, aren't you?"

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't be," Cammy rolled her eyes back down as her hand started to pump upward on the shaft.

"Be honest, Sweet Cheeks," a hand fell down to pat the blonde Brit on the head, Poison giving a soft, almost mocking chuckle. "Are you really always this uptight about everything? I've seen many female fighters ready to drop their skirts for me, the moment they see what I'm packing behind these shorts."

"Yeah," Cammy's hand stroked upward, her finger almost touching the hard-hat. "And I'm not one of them."

The Mistress of the Ring shivered, her cock twitching in reaction to Cammy's growing skill, only to then fill the blonde's ears with a soft and rather hushed moan before she went to speak to her once again. "All I'm saying here is you could have the best of both if you stay here! Enough money to buy whatever you want to, and a warm bed to sleep in...With a little fun on the side, during the morning."

"You clearly don't understand," Cammy's eyes dropped several degrees. "Your sexual advances don't interest me, all I want is my money, while I try to figure out what my next move is going to be in this city."

The pinkette finally just gave up and sighed as the blonde's hand stroked back down to base. "Fine, fine...I tried my best here. But let me tell you something, my little British Beauty, once you leave the walls of my underground haven, the rules go out the window, understand? See, down here, I have the sayso in how far things will go, I can stop a match from resulting in death with the snap of a finger, or if I want to, I can just let things go on until someone is choked to death. But out there, the fighting is no-holds-barred, and there isn't exactly a guarantee you'll make it out alive."

"I'm not afraid of what happens out there," she stated tersely, giving a not-so-subtle squeeze to Poison's member.

"Unhh, squeezing now, are we? You're lucky I'm into pain. Well, if that's your decision, then I guess there isn't anything that I can say to stop you from going. You do seem quite capable, anyways."

"Good," Cammy further knitted her brows, but her lips began to relax from the perpetual scowl. "Once this is over, I want my damn money, and then I'm getting the hell out of here. You got that?"

Her words were met with a very heavy, very sexual, pant from the pinkette who began to dribble onto Cammy's fingertips. "Yes, I understand. I...Am a woman of my word, aren't I? Such an untrusting little girl."

"I'm not convinced you even are a woman," Cammy stated.

She applied further speed, her hand swiftly moving up and down Poison's shaft until it reached the tip. And then, finally, as she stroked one final time back down and then back up, the sight of milky-white goo greeted her as it spurted heartily from Poison's cock and coated her fingers, even managing to get a few spurts on her face, much to Cammy's own irritation.

Cammy released Poison's member.

"Now give me my money," ordered the teen with another sharp stare.

"You'll get your money, but first," Poison tapped a finger against her lip. "I've been interested in that ass of yours for a while...I'm very eager to give it a test-drive."

Cammy stared at her blankly. But deep down, her heart was burning, and her patience was running frighteningly short.

"Fuck you!" She spat out. "Fine, just, whatever! But that's the only area you're given permission to! Stay the hell away from my pussy."

"Yes, yes, my little British friend."

Cammy got down on all fours and led one finger to her blue leotard, where she then grabbed it by the tiny little piece of cloth that wedged her crack. She pulled it aside, granting access to her pucker without completely pulling off her uniform and looked back at Poison.

"Spread," Poisoned said.

Cammy spread them, giving full access to the tiny hole.

Poison grabbed her dick, placed one hand on Cammy's impressively-shaped ass, and pushed her entire length in all at once.

"That's a firm asshole you have there..." Poison said out-loud.

Cammy's eyes went full-blown wide as she felt the intense pressure inside her asshole, the probing feeling of Poison's dick. The blonde brought her teeth to a tight grit, wincing her left eye from the painful intruding, but nevertheless taking every hard inch of her soon to be, ex-manager.

"Fuck!" Poison cried out with pleasure, "you have the tightest ass I've ever felt."

Cammy felt both a sense of pride, as well as annoyance. "You sound like you've done this a lot..."

A hard thrust forward had the amnesiac Brit crying out, and Poison smirked. "Oh, yes...Many times."

She began to imagine all the many female fighters that this pink-haired woman had tricked into becoming a competitive fighter for her underground tournaments, only to end up using them for her own sexual gratification. And quite frankly, the thought actually made her stomach churn a bit, even if, she had to admit, feeling Poison behind her slapping her thighs into her own as skin-against-skin filled her ears, was starting to arouse her.

"AH! Damn, it's almost a shame to let you go... I could see myself enjoying this on a daily basis," Poison remarked, almost breaking out into laughter.

Cammy's teeth unclenched for a moment, another loud moan rushing out her throat. But then she grounded her teeth again as she felt the tight and painful sensation subsiding, only to feel another sharp jam into her. "E-enjoy it while you can! Because this is the last bloody time you'll see me."

"Am I really so terrible?" Poisoned asked, traces of laughter still in her voice as she started to grow rougher and faster. "You seem to be enjoying it either way."

The Brit was clapping at the backside by now, Poison's rigorousness causing those thick cheeks to jiggle and bounce with each thrust. She was panting up a storm, her face flushing appropriately as did her dancing cheeks that Poison's pelvis slapped against.
"M-may-be," was Cammy's only response.

The walls and paths of the halls were echoing with their combined sound; a mixture of moans, and flesh-against-flesh. And the rather unsightly, unkept floors, was wet from the moisture rolling off their bodies.

With one strained moan that nearly transitioned into a yell, Poison hit her breaking point and blasted what Cammy was almost positive were pints, all into her tight crack as she herself almost started to cum with the pinkette.

After being pulled out of, Cammy stood up and pressed a hand against the wall to keep herself from collapsing from Poison's sheer aggression. She tried to catch her fleeing breath, wiping her forehead with her gauntlet. But then she felt another sensation, which prompted her to shoot her eyes downward and see Poison sliding herself into her pink-crest.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing!? This wasn't part of my agreement."

Poisoned chuckled, her laughter taking a more ominous tone, compared to the previous ones. And she pressed herself further into the blonde, pressing her forcefully into the wall which caused Cammy's head to hit the corner.

"Just be compliant, Sweet Cheeks. You're getting a rather handsome pay after I take this, too."

"We went over this," Cammy was boiling now; her hands tightening into fists. "I said you could have back there, but I didn't say you could have that spot! I TOLD you that area was completely off-limits, so what do you think you're doing, you stupid bitch?"

"All that power, all that speed, all that grace, and yet," Poison gave a startling squint, "here you are, at a position where you can do nothing but let the inevitable happen."

Her eyes opened up in alarm and Cammy lifted herself from the bed and threw a hand over her temple, wiping a few beads of sweat. But that wasn't the only spot that felt wet and hot, and she lowered a hand down, traveling it around her strong thighs before pressing two fingers up against her crotch, where she was met with the feeling of complete and utter soak.
Her cheeks spread with a rosy shadow and Cammy lifted her fingers and her hand up from her crotch, realizing WHY, exactly, she was drenched.

She emerged from her room, walking out into the musty halls that housed only a few glimmers of light and then turned the corner, directing her gaze towards Poison.

Cammy had already heard the perverse and unrestrained sound of wild slurping and unashamed moaning, before ever leaving the little-ventilated room. But now she could see Poison with another female contender who was earnestly sucking the pinkette off as if it was her most favorite hobby and past-time.
After watching for a brief moment, she turned her back just as Poison ejaculated in the martial artist's mouth and Cammy returned to her room where she peeled off her leotard and tossed it aside since it was in certain need of a wash.
Her wetness fell on the floor, creating a small puddle before she planted her rear-end back on the tacky and uncomfortable bed.

"E-Electra, are you awake?" It was Poison's voice, albeit sounding short on breath.

"Yeah, sure," snidely replied the teen.

"May I come in?"

"Surprised you're even asking for permission." Cammy lifted herself up from the bed and walked over towards the door, opening it for Poison...And in turn giving the older pinkette quite the eyeful of those modest and still-developing, breasts.

"I just wanted to talk a bit, if that's all right."

"Fine," Cammy opened the door fully for her.

Poison's gaze was lingering fixed on the British girl, taking her deliberate time in ogling Cammy's naked body before she led them straight downward and saw her very messy, translucent panties. This then led her to look over to the edge of the bed where she saw the blue leotard that was soaked at the crotch.

"Get that stupid look off your face!" Cammy barked.

"Oh, excuse me," Poison stiffed a sarcastic chuckle. "Had some fun?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Cammy said. "But I already know the answer."

Poison placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. "Well, this simply won't do at all. I'll have to wash your outfit, but in the meantime, I think I have a few clothes I could lend you."

Knowing Poison's height and the size of her breasts, Cammy had a pretty good feeling that whatever clothes she was offered, wouldn't fit her just right and would surely just be baggy. The thought didn't exactly excite her, and the mental image she was putting together had her reeling her head back with a nervous, awkward grit of her teeth.

A quick throb suddenly struck her and Cammy's knees weakened, causing her to collapse to them on the floor with one hand reaching up to press against her temple. She squeezed her eyes shut, a distressed moan leaving her lips.

"Dear, are you all right?" Inquired an empathetic Poison who inched closer towards her, hand reaching to Cammy and brushing over her shoulder. "I looked for you when I had Chrissy carried off to her room with one of the medics, but you weren't waiting at my door."

Cammy wasn't quick to answer her. Her head felt like a knife was cleaving through it.
She formed a fist with her other hand, squeezing it tight into a ball and her teeth grinding together behind her closed lips. "My head," she answered at last, although sounding weak in tone. "My head is hurting really bad!"

Poison gave her shoulder a squeeze and the pink-haired woman leaned over her shoulder, peering at her face briefly. She soon pulled away and reached into her back pocket, right above her not-quite-as-big bubble butt, and pulled out a white bottle

that was crudely written within bold letters that said: 'Pain Pills' and popped the top off, dumping a few out of the bottle and into her hand.

"You should take these," Poison held her hand in front of Cammy's face with the two pills in it.

Fighting against the pain, Cammy reached her hand towards Poison's only for Poison to pull her hand away.

Poison shook her head and brought her hand to the blonde's mouth, placing one pill on Cammy's tongue, then the other. Then, of course, instructing the teen to swallow.

"This isn't the first time I've seen you suffering from a headache," Poisoned stated in a tone that nearly came off as scolding. "Maybe I shouldn't have taken you into my underground world, putting you in the ring against others. If you had taken a blow to the head, I can only imagine how much more damage it would have done to you."

"S-shut up!" Cammy pushed the hand on her shoulder away; an icy glare cast to Poison. "I'm bloody well fine, all right? It'll take more than that to get me knackered."

"If you're sure," Poison dropped it. "But listen...Tonight is going to be your last fight. And not just because I feel like putting such a damaged girl like yourself in the ring, is wrong, but also, you don't seem to enjoy the accommodations here very well."

"It's not the accommodations," Cammy clarified, eyes still sharp. "It's the blackmail I don't enjoy!"

Cammy returned back to her bed and sat her plump juicy backside back down, palm pressed against her forehead while she waited for the pain pills to kick in and take effect.

"I'm going to go check on a few of my clients," Poison turned her back to the other and walked back towards the door. "I have a few who have been training, but I want to keep an eye on them because a few show promise, but I've noticed they have a tendency to...Slip up, from time to time. I'll also wash your outfit for you."

"Are you going to walk around showing everyone your dick?" Cammy smirked.

Poison blushed and quickly reached to her shorts, pulling them back up over her thunder-thighs and smaller but still firm, ass.

Once Poison was out the door, Cammy threw her head back against the wall, albeit gently so not to hurt her skull, and just released a long, drawn-out sigh while her eyes focused on the door ahead of her.
She was ready to get all of this over with, and just head back out into the city.

Poison looked at her: She still wasn't keen on going through with another fight, but her words always got shrugged off. Even so, she still walked closer to Cammy and placed a hand onto her shoulder, which was expectedly met with an aggressive lift of the blonde's lips. "Are you absolutely positive that this is something you want to do?"

"I told you already!" Cammy spat out, yanking her shoulder away from the other in one hasty move, "I'm bloody fine! They're just headaches, it's nothing to be worried about."

Poison nodded her head in silence.

"My right-hand seems to have taken an interest in you: His name is Hugo. Even though Chrissy is pretty tough in her own right, he's the one you mainly need to look out for," the pinkette warned with some evident concern. "Just be careful, all right? ….I really wish you would just leave this one out and get some rest for the day."

Cammy casted her eyes off to the side, exhaling a strong breath of exhaustion. She was moments away from snapping, well, more than she had been up until this point. But she refrained herself and instead spoke in a more calm tone to the pinkette. "Stop worrying about me," the amnesiac Brit said. "I'm not just some fragile little doll who needs protection."

"I guess you're right," Poison muttered quietly in response, tossing her hands up into the air before letting them fall right back down to her sides again. "You've proven you're a capable fighter, and the fact you were able to evade almost everything Chrissy threw at you speaks volumes of your skill! But, the fact still stands that Hugo has been fighting longer than her, and he's more experienced. And he's a gorilla-of-a-man, muscles upon muscles."

Poison's words went without any further response, Cammy was just staring on straight ahead with her brows tightly squeezing against her eyes and her lips in the usual scowl.

"You've only been in New York a short time, is that right?"

"Yes," Cammy replied, walking a few steps away from her and moving towards her dorm.

"So have you heard of the Wall-Crawler? He's basically a trademark of New York at this point. Granted I haven't been here as long as some since I only left my own city a couple of years ago, Chrissy always brings me the paper so I can keep up with what goes on around here; and apparently, he's a living and breathing superhero."

Cammy shifted her weight and turned to face the mature-pinkette; a single eyebrow easing and lifting up while she inched her neck ever-so-lightly to the left. "Wall-Crawler?" She parroted, quizzically.

"The headlines refer to him as 'Spider-Man', because in the newspaper headlines he's generally photographed either swinging from webs or crawling up walls...And of course, there's the fact he wears a spider on his chest as well. He patrols New York daily it seems, he's been seen at both morning, noon at night, and he's a criminal's worse nightmare!"

"I can tell that much," Cammy's lip twitched; nearly curling upward. "Especially by how your face has changed just talking about him."

Poison looked at her as if caught with her hand in the cookie jar, but then she just began to laugh as if trying to play off the blonde's words. "Well, I've been lucky so far not to be 'caught in his web' so to speak...And I guess I've been careful enough not to arouse his suspicion to follow me here."

"Are you sure you have been careful enough though?" Cammy eyed her, finding amusement at how the pinkette was nearly breaking into a nervous sweat.

"Now you're just trying to get me all worked up," Poison rolled her eyes with a vague smile. "Well, just keep your eyes open and maybe one of these days you'll catch sight of him. Either way, I think for some it can be a good ease of mind knowing there's someone out there with so much raw power and ability that extends beyond normal human levels, who is always looking out for them."

"But anyway," Poison walked with her towards her room's door and then leaned against the wall, bringing her hands to fold over her large breasts that partially spilled in a generous cleavage line from the slinky and half-falling off top, "you should go in there and rest up in your room for a bit, okay? Try to relieve yourself of that headache with a little bit of sleep. I'll wake you when it's time for your match against Hugo. And I'll wash your clothes, so you aren't walking around in the nude...Although I admittedly enjoy it since I get to appreciate that fine ass of yours in its full glory."

Although responding to Poison's latter remark with a glare that had the sharpness of a knife, Cammy nodded her head silently and reached for the door of her room. She pulled the door open and walked inside, closing it behind her and then walked towards her bed, crawling into it and lying herself down.