So many languages, and you only understand by knocking

[APlaying]

As Leila's knees pinned Garlim's arms down, the blonde's face contorted in a mixture of pain and fear. Her eyes widened as she realized she was completely at Leila's mercy. The crackling of Leila's knuckles made Garlim's blood run cold, and she knew she was in for hell. The first punch landed with a sharp, jarring blow, causing Garlim's head to jerk to the side.

She felt a wave of pain wash over her as her cheekbone began to throb. Before she could even process the pain, the second punch hit her hard, this time on the other side of her face. Garlim's vision began to blur as Leila's fists attacked her with unbridled violence... Strangely familiar.

Even if she wanted to, the blonde goddess was no longer able to defend herself, and with no one around to help her, she could only wait to be knocked unconscious again. Inside, she even told herself that Leila would be doing her a favor if she killed her once and for all before she had to process this shameful defeat.

With each blow, Garlim's body contracted slightly, her face began to swell until part of her cheeks and lips broke, causing them to bleed. Garlim's face became a complete mess with her black eye, swollen lips, inflamed cheeks, and a nosebleed that stained the canvas around her and her chest.

[Darius 2.0]

The sound of fist smacking against flesh echoed through the gym as Leila went to town on Garlim, throwing punch after punch into her defenseless face! With Leila's big legs pinning down the arms of her opponent, she was absolutely helpless to Leila's blows, which was just the way the bully liked it! Though the MMA gloves Leila wore would mitigate some of the damage, the strength behind her blows would still manage to bust up the blonde's face, and blood would soon splatter the floor of the octagon. It was a savage beatdown, one that seemed to have no end it sight. Until, just before it seemed Leila would pummel Garlim unconscious, she would suddenly stop!

Panting slightly from the effort of delivering non-stop consecutive blows, Leila would look down upon the face of her opponent, taking in the damage she had done. To her sick satisfaction she saw that Garlim's somewhat pretty face wasn't so pretty anymore. Her fists had bruised and bled the blonde nicely, leaving her an utter mess underneath her. "You're not looking too good, babe," she would snicker. "Tell ya what; I'll give you a nice view to enjoy while I knock your ass out again."

Leila would then move to swing around on top of Garlim's big body so she was laying on top of her facing her feet. Once she did that, she would use her legs to scoop Garlim's battered head off the mat and pull her deep into her massive ass! Locking her legs around Garlim's head, Leila would apply a massive reverse figure-four headscissor to the woman, squishing her skull between her ass and thighs! With this, she intended to choke the champion out in the most humiliating KO yet!

Spoiler

[APlaying]

After receiving a brutal beating, Garlim was badly injured, both physically and emotionally. The former champion was reduced to a battered rag doll, her face swollen and bloodied. The pain was indescribable, and unfortunately, Garlim didn't lose consciousness completely.

Her eyes were rolled back, and once the blows stopped, Leila watched as the blonde goddess began coughing up her own blood onto the mat. This meant she was nearly choking from the hemorrhage, which seemed to excite the bully schoolgirl.

To try and prolong the blonde goddess's agony, Leila wrapped her legs around Garlim's head and squeezed it even harder. The blonde's face was already a mess, but now it was about to get even worse. Leila's massive thighs crushed Garlim's skull between them. The former MMA champion was completely inert and showed no signs of effort, while the blood from her face stained Leila's underwear.

If Garlim were conscious, she would probably feel his face burning and her lungs aching like hell.

[Darius 2.0]

Once Garlim's battered face was wedged deep between her butt cheeks, Leila would begin the pleasurable task of applying a deadly squeeze upon the woman's head, her large butt and thicc thighs compressing to completely crush whatever fight was left in her. Turned out that after that beating, there wasn't much. It only took a few seconds of merciless squeezing from Leila to render her opponent completely KO'd. Garlim passed out with her face full of Leila's ass, another humiliation that the bully heaped upon the defeated fighter.

Feeling that the blonde giant wasn't moving anymore, Leila gave a wicked grin of triumph before unwinding her legs from Garlim's head, letting it plop uncaringly to the mat. The ebony bully would then sit herself up on top of Garlim's chest like a proud conqueror, looking down at the spoils of her handiwork. "Well, now you're just worthless, huh?" she asked the unconscious woman, a nasty sneer on her face. After knocking Garlim out for the third time, she doubted Garlim had anything left to give.

Of course, that didn't mean there wasn't more for Leila to take.

While leaving Garlim knocked out in her ring, Leila would set to work rummaging around the rest of the woman's gym, retrieving various pieces of equipment she intended to use. She would end up gathering a few jump ropes together, and using them, she would take the unconscious Garlim and tie her to the octagon cage wall! The sadistic bully would hang Garlim a few inches off the ground in a crucifix position, her arms spread at her sides and lashed tightly to the cage while her legs dangled helplessly in the air.

"Wake up, bitch," Leila would say once Garlim was in position, and would rouse the blonde by delivering a harsh slap across her face. When Garlim came to, the first thing she would see was Leila's smug face. The second thing would be that she was currently wearing her MMA championship belt around her waist! Apparently, ropes were not the only thing Leila found when she was rummaging around the gym!

[APlaying]

As soon as Garlim fell back onto the canvas after being released, her consciousness had been left behind at this point. She was simply a mere seat at this moment, until Leila decided to just go find something else to continue bothering her with.

As the seconds passed, Garlim's breathing gradually became more and more agitated. Until she began to cough with intense pain stabbing her lungs and chest, a sign that her consciousness was returning. The way she coughed sounded like she had phlegm, which was actually blood accumulated in her nostrils. Blood that shot out around her face. “Agkhhh!...” The pain was simply horrible, because she had trouble opening her eyes and her face was burning. It didn't take her long to realize that it was covered in bruises and contusions.

“WAKE UP, BITCH!”

A hard slap helped Garlim open her eyes with a start, an intense burning sensation running across her face. “UUUGhhh!... Nnnhg...” When he opened her eyes, Garlim's vision was very cloudy and filled with tears. She had to blink painfully to clear her vision a little. She turned her head slowly, realizing that she was hanging on the bars of the ring. “God...” Seeing the look of satisfaction on Leila's face was annoying. She must have been feeling sadistic pleasure from the whole situation. Garlim also quickly noticed that she was wearing her MMA championship belt, which she hadn't worn in over a couple of years.

The blonde goddess spat her blood to one side before looking back at Leila, with an expression that, rather than resentment, was more like indignation.

[Darius 2.0]

Leila had had plenty of time to rummage around Garlim's personal belongings while the blonde slept off the one-sided beating Lela had gifted her. Most of the stuff Leila found was pretty worthless. Lots of heavy workout equipment along with plenty of MMA attire, none of had prepared Leila's victim in their impromptu brawl. She was about to give up on finding anything worthwhile until she had laid her eyes on a surprising prize: a trophy case that contained a bright, shiny championship belt.

Now, after tying Garlim to the cage and and forcing her awake, Leila now stood before her wearing that same belt, the cockiest of smirks adorning her face. "You like it?" Leila would ask, showcasing the belt like she was trying on a new pair of pants. "It's a little gaudy for me but I think I make it work." She would do a little spin in place, as if to show off in front of Garlim, taunting her while she was beaten tied to the cage.

After that little spin, Leila would remove the belt from her waist and make a show of reading what was written on it. "Says here this is some kind of MMA championship belt? Aren't they supposed to give those out to really good fighters? How did it end up with you then? Cause you suck!"

Snickering to her own mean comments, Leila would then once again pull out her phone. Holding it up and pointing it at herself, she attempted to get Garlim into frame too, showcasing the trapped and battered woman in her selfie! In her other hand, she would hold up the blonde's shiny belt as if it were her own trophy! Leila aimed to take a picture of Garlim's utter defeat to forever immortalize her humiliation; the MMA champion who lost to a woman in a schoolgirl outfit!

[APlaying]

Seeing Leila strutting around with her belt, despite what seemed like something that would embarrass anyone in Garlim's position. The blonde goddess with her bruised face simply smiled sarcastically, revealing some of her blood-covered teeth. The image before her was simply a clear reflection of why she had been an MMA champion.

The blonde goddess definitely doesn't show even a shadow of what she once was, but she's more than aware of that, and she tried to cheer herself up. But... there were some things missing. Clearly, her motivation, mood, and temperament worked against her. Besides the fact that Garlim hadn't fought well in a long time, she attacked Leila without the intention of winning, just to relieve some stress.

“... Congratulations, I guess...” Laughing hurt, and being photographed was unnecessary at this point.

After a few seconds, someone else was heard entering the gym. “... Hey, hello? I saw the gym was open.”

Spoiler

It was a girl with shoulder-length grayish hair, somewhat short in stature and with a curvy body and slightly wide hips. As soon as she looked around, she noticed Leila and Garlim. “Huh!?” Seeing a large, disheveled girl tied up in front of a brunette dressed as a schoolgirl was definitely not the image she expected to see in a gym. “What the fuck!?” the girl shouted, clearly shocked.

[Darius 2.0]

With her audience of one, Leila took as many pictures as she wanted, her smiling face complimenting Garlim's bruised and bloody face. In her other hand she presented Garlim's MMA belt, holding up like a prize; a spoil of war from conquering the so-called champion. Though she had never heard of Garlim before now, she figured the woman must have some kind of fame if she possessed a belt like this. Leila's plan was to use that fame as a springboard for herself, presenting herself as fighter in her own right who had easily defeated a champion. Once she posted these pics and used tagged Garlim in them, her own star would rise while the blonde's would inevitably diminish.

After a few minutes, the photoshoot would finally come to an end, and Leila would step away from Garlim to scroll through her pictures. "Not bad," she chuckled, looking what she saw in her phone. "You look like shit but at least I look great."

It was then a loud shout echoed through the gym, and Leila turned in surprise to see a new person had entered! She was a shorter girl but with a thickness and curvature to her that rivalled Leila's own proportions. Her hair was as white as snow, and she looked positively alarmed at the scene going on before her! This was not someone Leila recognized. However, the bully never missed the opportunity to show off. so she gave the newcomer an amused smirk.

"What? This?" she asked, jerking her thumb at the tied up Garlim. "The big bitch was looking for a fight, so I obliged her. I thought it would be harder, but I barely broke a sweat. Isn't that right, babe?" It was then Leila's free arm would shoot out for a hard punch aimed directly at Garlim's already battered stomach, sinking it in deep while the blonde was helplessly tied to the cage, crushing her midsection between its cold surface and her fist!

After that last insult to her victim, Leila would smirk and stroll her way out of the octagon, heading towards where the mystery girl was gawking. "Here," Laila said, and would shove Garlim's belt into the hands of the shorter gal as she passed her. "It's a little too loud for my tastes."

And with that, Leila would make her way out of the gym she just conquered with a sway of her hips and a smile on her face. She had some pictures to post....

[APlaying]

Despite her injuries, Garlim was clearly annoyed by the whole situation. As if the fact that she had just been brutally beaten up wasn't what worried her most right now, and the fact that someone else had come in to check on her was almost as painful as the bruises themselves, she simply couldn't feel any more pathetic.

Or so she thought, until Leila threw a hard punch at her abdomen that left Garlim completely stunned, her eyes wide and her mouth open wide without making a sound, for she had nothing left inside her at this point. She was completely paralyzed as Leila's fist sank into her abdomen, once hard as stone, now seemingly made of plush.

As she left the octagon, Leila smiled firmly, her confidence radiating like a beacon. She had just completely humiliated a former MMA champion and taken her belt. The thrill of victory still ran through her veins, and she was eager to share it with the world, so before leaving the gym, she left the mysterious white-haired girl the belt she had just taken from Garlim.

The mysterious girl, still looking shocked, stared at the belt in her hands, her eyes wide, a mixture of confusion and amazement. “Huh?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think...? It can't be...” The gray-haired girl read carefully what the belt said, then turned to look again at the bruised blonde tied to the octagon. “How did someone like her end up like this?” she said with a mixture of amazement and confusion. “I think I'm going to find out,” she said to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. The girl did not take her eyes off Garlim's battered body as she turned to call a doctor.

The girl was going through a rough patch at LAW; being a young lioness was complicated. But maybe if she helped Garlim recover, she could use that favor to improve her standing. “... Hey Kaori, I need you to stop looking for an instructor. Better get some doctors... Something happened to a friend...”

[Darius 2.0]

THE END!