I can take it!

Date fight accepted

You want to live up to her expectations, if you give up now, all this struggle would have been for nothing!

So you accept the idea. And enter into the ring drawn on the floor.

Once again, Natasha explains the rules. If you exit the ring, tap out or pass out, you lose. And other than that, you can use any means you can think of to win.

You nod and watch as one of the girls who brought you to Natasha enters into the ring. She smiles prettily at you, and slips into a stance with grace as you think of a good way to beat her.

She doesn’t give much time at all. When she realizes that you aren’t attacking her first, she rushes towards you. Her shoes clicked on the floor in fast but controlled steps.

When she leaps towards you, you barely have time to react and block with your hand. You end up grabbing and pressing against her tits as you fight to keep her from pushing you towards the edge. Your feet slide, and you get a first hand experience at the sheer strength she possesses as she pushes you along the floor.

She keeps pressing down as you try to resist, she will easily overpower you if you let her, so you start walking backwards while she presses you. You notice you're getting to the wall and she sees this as an opportunity to strike. You trip on the foot of a girl and fall down. The sudden shift of resistance makes her shout in surprise as she tumbles over you and onto the floor.

You wriggle out from under her and get back to your feet before she can react.

she's quickly back to her previous state, and she charges you again. This time she twists midway, and launches her ass in your direction as your eyes widen in surprise.

But as luck would have it, you manage to duck under it, one of her feet meets your head in a briefly painful kick but her momentum carries her to the ground and she bounces on her thick ass cheeks before sliding out of the ring.

Natasha calls the fight. And as you stand, another girl appears.

You smile a little to yourself, as you start to fight again.

You dodge, weave, duck and dodge. Tiring out the girls who face you, and with some lucky trips or pushes, you manage to send them out of the ring one by one.

You’ve beaten… four? Maybe five? You’ve lost count at this point. The seemingly endless barrage of girls leaves you breathless and more focused on the fight than how many you’ve taken down.

As you breathe and rest at the brief respite you get, Natasha’s loud laugh fills the room, and she herself steps forwards towards you.