The Whipping Wind, Taanvi Chen

In the beginning of this story, I told you I could fight for money, status, or fame. My next fight would be for that tempermental cunt known as Status.

Much like the rigorous ranking system of Sumo, so too were the rankings of the Arena. With my first win I am in the hot seat known as being "undefined", so I am being watched with great interest. After my entertaining fight and impressive display afterwards, I was granted my letter grade, an A. My next fight must be chosen very carefully.

Because I was not horribly injured (I was told my erection helped deflect the blow to my testicles) I am able to schedule a new fight at my leisure. Audiences are itching to see me in the cage again, and I felt like king dick of fuck mountain.

A short month of training, recovery, and prep later, I got the call from the same woman I was approached by in Mexico, Ms. Calwell. As soon as I heard her describe my opponent I could feel my primal desires stirring. I accept without hesitation. The pay this time is decent, definitely not as high. But this next one would set me up for a shot at higher profile fights.

His name was Taanvi Chen, the Whipping Wind, rank 2A. Apparently he was known as something of a giant slayer, having felled two opponents nearly twice his weight in hist last bouts. Taking me down would solidify the nickname, and erase the shame he suffered at the hands of Angelo Bellone, the Roman Explosion, rank 3A.

He looked to me like your typical thai twink; skin tan but not too dark, long hair, feminine features, and a nice fuckable ass. I have done a couple tours in southeast Asia and I must admit, their men made the cutest moans.

I have little more than a week to prepare as audiences were antsy to see if I would remain undefined or be subjected to a humiliating loss as the previous giants had. As soon as I knew his name I dove into research and dug up not only his previous fights in the Arena, but in Thailand. The boy, as he was only 22, was tall but willowy, standing at 5'10" but only weighing in at 140. His long limbs aided him in the Muay Thai circuits, where he carved out a name as a dominant rookie. When he came to the Arena, he was immediately treated to a devastating loss at the hands of the Roman, but in his last two fights, he faced absolutely massive brutes that he managed to evade and control until he landed clean knockout blows. Those burly men were most definitely shamed as the willowy rake claimed them as his prize with impressive ferocity and, dare I say, size. I estimated him to be near my size at least, and he fucked those two like they were animals.

I could not wait to show him what true muscle is. Those two fat slobs thought they could defeat him when their chins were made of glass. I am the pinnacle. I am the Strongest Man.

Just as before, I enter a warehouse that appeared quite dingy on the outside but on the inside was spotless and dimly lit, the center of the floor dominated by the same cage I had defeated Ana in. Unlike before I was the first to enter, so all of my attentions were on the crowd, encouraging their silken touches as I passed by their wanting hands. When I entered the cage I immediately began pacing behind the bars as if I were a wild animal, my mouth salivating at the delicious notion of what I was going to do to this tanned, skinny twink. The Roman seemed to enjoy him quite a bit and I intended to do the same.

Taanvi entered the warehouse and I ceased my pacing, returning to my corner and taking my low striker southpaw stance. Taanvi fights Orthodox and I thought to throw him off his rhythm. Taanvi enters and unlike Ana neither of us rush to begin. I allow the audience to begin their cheers and yells as the buxom announcer Diana begins all introductions.

"Friends! Spectators! High End Whores! Tonight, we will get to see domination and devastation that can only be witnessed in Las Vegas!" She made a wide swooping gesture to Taanvi. "In this corner, we have the young sensation fighting out of Thailand. Currently ranked at 2A, you know him as The Whipping Wind, TAAAAAANVIIIIII CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"

Taanvi gave a graceful turn to the crowd followed by a deep bow, showing off his tight and perky ass. Though it may seem untrue, I promise you I saw him wiggle his hips just a little.

"And in this corner! The Titan who made his debut just last month, when he absolutely destroyed Ana Tayane. He is the walking wall of muscle! The Samson of crushing ass! The Strongest Man! AAAAAAAJJJJAAAAAAAAX!

The crowd lost it's mind, clearly excited to see what would come of this fight. If you looked between my legs, you could see I was quite excited too.

We face one another, and the bell sounded. Unlike last time, I did not allow my opponent to take the initiative. I launched a long right straight, aiming to make a hole through his chest. His speed was stunning, however, as he deftly leaned back, just outside the effective range of my punch, then came in close to deliver a spinning elbow that connected with my cheek, sending me reeling back. His knowledge of footwork and skill at building momentum led to a blow that left me feeling dazed.

When he saw his hit fazed me, he moved in with a short range kick aimed at taking out my knee, which I narrowly checked with my own leg. I shot back to build the distance again, and began to pace as we stalked one another.

The next move was mine; I moved in again to deliver a close range palm strike, connecting solidly with his shoulder and knocking him off balance, giving me a window to sweep his legs from under him.

When I attempted to capitalize, I was met by his long and flailing legs keeping me at bay. I backed away to allow the young man to regain his feet, as I adjusted the ever present bulge in my trunks. I was absolutely thrilled at the challenge he was providing me. This Arena seemed to have found worthy fighters.

He seemed frazzled, his breathing growing heavier. Attempting to stay out of my reach was expending a lot of energy. For a minute, it was as if we were dancing, with me in the center of the cage and Taanvi moving side to side, trying to find an angle to exploit that just wasn't there. He got ****.

He launched in low, as if to attempt to take my legs, but at the last second ceased moving forward, changing his momentum for a spinning heel kick that struck my side. However, he was slowed, and this was just a sting.

I trapped his leg beneath my arm, and looked at him to smile. As I do, I see his other foot arcing towards my face where it would make solid contact with my jaw. I was sent down to one knee.

As soon as I dropped, Taanvi moved in for the kill, launching a knee that would catch my cheekbone, and then raining down elbows and punches, hoping to put me down.

His blows seemed relentless, but none are enough to finish me. When his pace began to slow, I regained my feet, now standing tall over this gassed out little mite. My body was bruised and in pain but it was only that. Pain. Nothing broken, nothing torn, I was fully conscious, and he was tired.

My turn.