Becoming a star

Over the following months you personally take charge of Klowee’s training and development.

You work her hard to reach her physical potential, building her up stronger and tougher. You make her subject herself to punishment whilst putting her through intense workouts.

You have her doing dumbbell presses whilst having a kettlebell swung into her tummy and crotch. Or hanging from the pull-up bar doing leg raises while having her midsection kicked between reps. Or push-ups or holding a plank with legs apart while taking taking kicks to the crotch. Nearly exercise can be modified so she is taking some sort of a beating at the same time.

The results start to show as she becomes fitter and leaner. She remains slender, but with toned muscles and a flat six-pack.

All that toughening up is really to accentuate her helplessness for both her and the crowds when she gets taken apart in the ring. To that end, there are other things you do to prepare her body.

Daily injections of small quantities of saline and a local inflammatory agent directly into her clit makes it swell up and grow over time into the size of a small grape. At that size, it is permanently out of its hood anyway, but a metal piercing right through the base of her clit ensures that it sticks out and is fully exposed and **** at all times.

You have a couple more special piercings put in. Low on her tummy are shiny metal studs, one on the left and one on the right. They don’t look like much, just two dots of shiny metal. But under the surface of her skin they are like two metal pyramids, each of them an inch in height and with its blunt apex pointed inward at one of her ovaries. Those give her opponents something to aim at, and ensure that almost any hits to her lower abs have a good chance of hurting her sensitive ovaries.

Just before any of her matches, you have the League doctor inject her abs with some Botox. It gets reversed again after the matches, but for the duration of the fight those new rock hard abs she has become completely paralyzed and useless. They may still look great, but are unable to tense up to guard her so any hits there sink extra deep.

Her standard outfit changed slightly. She would enter the ring in a long hooded cape that she would ditch before the match began. Underneath it, she would be naked except for white wraps around her hands and feet - which were convenient during the match to tie her up with - and black “guards” around her biceps, elbows, forearms, thighs, knees, and ankles - which were just fabric bands that could also be used as anchor points to secure her in various ways.

Her matches became mostly handicap matches with stakes. She would enter the ring and face off against two, or three opponents, or more, and/or have her hands tied behind her back, or start blindfolded, or down half a bottle of vodka at the start of the match, or other creative disadvantages.

The stakes were almost always in the same theme. Loser would get tied up for some public ****, and Klowee’s job was to lose. Sometimes there was a large frame, or an empty punching bag stand which would already be in the ring and she would get strung up and hung up for a public beating once she lost. Sometimes, her opponents would just get creative and tie her to the corners of the ring or to the ropes and beat the crap out of her.

Through all of it, Klowee did end up getting increasingly masochistic. Both in training and during her matches she became quite aroused just from having her tits mauled and punched around, or having her tummy caved in with punches, or, of course, having her cunt wrecked by a series of devastating and clit-flattening kicks.

But being turned into a defenseless target was still her favorite thing. She was at her horniest once she was defeated and bound. When she was exhausted, hurting, and strung up wide open for ****, her opponents could easily **** her into multiple orgasms with a thorough cuntbusting. The more cruel ones even used it to edge her, making her beg desperately to get hit before giving her more than she had bargained for.

The crowd absolutely loved it, and they never got bored of seeing Klowee get demolished. There was always something new they could do to her anyway. One week, they would watch her get taken apart and get hung upside down by the ankles with her legs wide apart for her opponent to give her a pussy bashing that **** her to squirt herself dry. The next week, a 3v1 beatdown followed by her opponents tying her battered body to an x-frame for all three to use as target practice with potato cannons.

Klowee herself leaned heavily into her role. The crowd loved her being a punching bag, she loved being a punching bag, why not just be a punching bag? She had fine black lines tattooed in the shape of targets and crosshairs over her nipples and the piercings on her lower belly. She got the words “Kick Here” just above her mound with an arrow below pointing to her pussy. Finally, she had large white “Evrlast” and “UWFL” logos done across the top of her chest and on her back, as if she were an actual punching bag.

Her transformation complete, Klowee had finally achieved stardom. She was one of the most popular jobbers now, and fans couldn’t wait to see how she would suffer each week.

Which reminds you… You had an idea the other day that you want to try out on her. Reaching into your desk drawer, you pull out a hand taser. Electricity crackles between the metal prongs as you trigger it. This would probably work a treat with those metal studs of hers…