Fight for Supremacy - Part 1

Quick shout out to @Smack My Nuts for giving me the inspiration for this story. Hope you all enjoy it!

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PART 1

“What do you want to watch tonight honey?” Dillon shouted to his girlfriend from the comfort of the couch in the living room.

“I don’t know, I’m easy. You choose something,” Kara shouted back as she dried the last of the dishes and quickly put them away.

“I chose last time. It’s only fair you get to pick this time,” Dillon replied as he aimlessly switched through the channels on the TV. “We pay for all these channels and there’s never anything good on,” he grumbled to himself as Kara walked into the room. Dillon’s focus was pulled from the TV as he gazed upon his beautiful girlfriend standing in the doorway. She wore nothing but a pair of black panties with a little pink bow on them and a Rush cotton t-shirt that just barely covered her bottom. Dillon’s eyes lingered downwards to her strong, smooth legs and barefeet. One of her legs was cocked and he looked up to see her arms crossed looking at him impatiently.

“What?” Dillon asked, confused.

“I asked, ‘What’s that?’” Kara replied.

“Oh, I was just complaining about how it’s ridiculous that we pay all of this money for hundreds of channels that never have anything good one. It’s ridiculous, like what are we even paying for? We should definitely -”

“No I meant, what’s that?” Kara interrupted, pointing at the screen. Dillon turned to look at what show he had randomly stopped on before becoming entranced by his girlfriend’s gorgeous body.

On the TV there was professional wrestling showing what looked like an intergender tag team match. Currently the two men were trading blows in the ring, their muscles rippling as they put on a fantastic display of athleticism and strength while their female partners shouted encouragement from the corners.

“I guess it’s wrestling,” Dillon said flatly, not particularly interested in the match.

“Looks neat!” Kara said enthusiastically, “Let’s watch this.” She plopped down beside Dillon on the couch.

“I didn’t know you were into wrestling,” Dillon commented, looking at Kara with curiosity. He never would have guessed she would be into this kind of thing. She was much more of a rom-com type of girl.

“I’m not, but this looks interesting! I wonder if the girls ever fight the guys?" She asked absentmindedly while focusing on the male wrestlers continue to beat the crap out of each other.

“I doubt it,” Dillon replied. “They wouldn’t stand a chance. The male wrestler would just crush her. Just look at how strong he is!” Dillon pointed to one of the male wrestlers as he hoisted his opponent over his head and tossed him out of the ring.

“Strength isn’t everything though.” Kara countered as the female tag partner of the ejected male wrestler entered the ring, challenging her male opponent. “Oh look! See, she’s not scared of him - she’s going to kick his butt!” She continued, giddy with excitement.

Dillon rolled his eyes at the naivety of his girlfriend. He loved her but sometimes her innocence was a little embarrassing. “She doesn’t stand a chance! That guy is almost twice her size and can easily overpower her,” he protested, hoping it would bring Kara back to reality.

“Maybe, but she’s fast and nimble,” Kara pointed out as the female wrestler dropped into the splits to avoid a heavy haymaker, “And look at that flexibility!” She added excitedly.

Her excitement was short lived though as the male wrestler’s strength and skill caught up to his female opponent. He caught her with a few punches, smashed her into the corner and started feeding her boots to the midsection. The female crumpled under the blows and fell limp in the corner. The male wrestler boasted and walked around the ring, psyching the crowd up for a finishing blow.

“See, I told you - she didn’t stand a chance.” Dillon said lazily as he waited for the match to come to an end.

As the male wrestler charged toward the corner to deliver a knockout blow, the female managed to slip under his kick and roll up into a fighting stance. The male wrestler barreled into the turnbuckle and turned around, slightly dazed. The female wrestler swung a fist towards his face but he managed to catch it with one hand. She swung her other fist which he also caught. Using his superior strength the male wrestler twisted the female’s arms, putting her on the back foot. Suddenly, the female’s leg flashed forward as her shin drove up between her opponent’s legs, crushing his balls into his pelvis. The crowd went silent and the male wrestler’s jaw dropped.

“Woooo!” Kara cheered. “You go girl!”

The male wrestler let go of his opponent’s hands to cradle his damaged manhood. The female smirked in satisfaction before following up with a sitout facebuster. This move knocked the male out long enough for the female to pin him easily for a three count.

“Ha! See! I told you the girl would kick his butt!” Kara exclaimed victoriously to Dillon. “Or I guess she kicked his balls, not his butt.“ She giggled. “Apparently, girls can beat strong muscular guys.”

“She cheated, it’s not a legitimate win.” Dillon countered flatly.

“What do you mean she cheated? She won! Look at her celebrating her victory,” Kara pointed at the screen. As the referee finished the count the female stood victoriously over her male opponent, placing her boot on his chest. As the male came to he continued to cradle his balls and curled into the fetal position. The female wrestler continue to gloat and celebrate while she mocked the pain that the male was feeling between his legs.

“Yeah, with a low blow - that’s cheating. It’s not fair.” Dillon said defensively.

“How is that cheating?” Kara asked before adding, “Look how big his muscles are! It’s okay for him to use his male strength to his advantage but as soon as the girl uses her advantage to defeat him, it’s considered cheating?” She challenged.

“It’s not an honorable way to fight. If the man had known she was going to fight dirty, he would’ve won easily.” Dillon argued. Truth be told, he knew that Kara made a good point but he wasn’t ready to admit that man could lose to a girl. The male wrestler should have easily disposed of the female but he got cocky and made a mistake.

“That’s a weak argument. You just don’t want to admit that a girl can beat a guy in a fight.” Kara countered, her voice flaring with impatience.

Dillon had enough, “Look, it’s all staged anyways. It’s not a real fight. If it was real she would have surely lost.” Dillon switched the channel off of the female wrestler boasting her victory over the defeated male.

“No, that’s not good enough. If you think men are so strong and can win any fight against a girl then I challenge you to a wrestling match.” Kara stated confidently.

Dillon was taken aback by Kara’s aggressiveness. She was determined to prove her little fantasy of a girl winning against a guy. Suddenly he smirked as an idea crossed his mind. “Fine, let’s wrestle. If I win, you must admit that a girl could never beat a guy in a fight and you have to do all of the house chores for a month.”

“Deal. And if I win, you have to admit that a girl can beat a guy and be my personal slave for a week.” Kara responded, standing up to begin stretching. As her arms came up her shirt lifted to reveal her belly button and fully show her panties.

“Fine.” Dillon agreed, “And no low blows allowed,” he added.

“Nuh uh,” Kara waved her finger. “There are no rules against any kind of moves. It’s the male body against the female body. You get to use your muscles -” Kara hungrily gazed up and down Dillon’s chiseled body, “And I get to use my feminine wiles.” She added as she seductively ran her hands down her body, bending over to give Dillon a view of her breasts.

Dillon gulped as his eyes devoured Kara’s body. He felt a tightness in his boxer briefs as he stood to limber up. “Fine. It’s not like you’ll win anyways,” He said arrogantly, “You be admitting defeat in no time.”

Kara and Dillon both spent the next few minutes stretching and warming up before they began to move the furniture out of the way. With the room ready, the two stood face to face in their own fighting stances.

“Ready to lose?” Dillon asked, cocking an eyebrow up in challenge.

“Not at all,” Kara responded. “Because you’re about to be completely emasculated.”

To be continued…

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