It is almost midnight at The Poison Lair and at the stroke of
12:00 a death match is going to begin.
Black haired brawler Valerie has challenged the so far undefeated blonde
juggernaut Beth to a fight to the death.
I have spent a good portion of my day wandering around the various
venues of the Inner City and by the time I get in my seat the fighters are just
about to begin entering the ring.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…WELCOME TO THE MIDNIGHT DEATH MATCH!!!” The crowd goes absolutely wild. The women of Green Tower City love death
matches more than any other type of fight.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE PINK PANTIES…..BETH!!!”
As Beth strolls silently down the aisle towards the fighting
ring she shows no emotion and the crowd cheers loudly. Almost as soon a she appears they begin
chanting her name.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
Having remained completely undefeated in the first year of
being in Green Tower City, the blonde haired Beth has quickly become a fan
favorite. She climbs into the ring and
walks to her corner, turns and stands, waiting silently for her opponent to
arrive.
“BETH IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 23 WINS…0 LOSSES…AND !$ KILLS!!!”
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LEOPARD SKIN PANTIES
OVER BLACK FISHNETS…VALERIE!!!”
The black haired Valerie walks quickly down the aisle, smiling
and waving out at the crowd which has quieted substantially.
“DEAD GIRL WALKING! DEAD GIRL WALKING!” Someone shouts out among scattered boos and
hisses. Nobody expects Valerie to last
long against Beth, although she herself has always maintained a winning record.
She hops into the ring and snarls at her
blonde adversary before relaxing against the turnbuckles in her corner of the
fighting ring.
“VALERIE IS 20 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 113 WINS….47 LOSSES….AND 19 KILLS!!!”
“YOU READY TO FINALLY MEET YOUR MATCH, SLUT?” Valerie howls across the ring at Beth, who
simply stares back without any sign of emotion. A few tense moments pass. The bell will not be rung until exactly midnight,
even though this isn’t a birthday girl match.
The electric buzz of the crowd rises and falls.
DING!
DING! DING!
Beth and Valerie stride slowly out towards the center of the
ring, raising their fists. This is
certain to be a pretty straight forward fist fight. They circle slowly, eyes
sparkling, fists raised and wavering threateningly. After only a few seconds they move in.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Each girl connects with a flurry of body blows and then Beth
swings an uppercut up into Valerie’s chin.
CRACK!!!
Valerie is sent staggering backwards, arms flailing. Beth spins her body and in an instant her
foot flies through the air and connects with the side of Valerie’s face.
SPLAT!!! Blood sprays
the air and a couple teeth hit the canvas right before Valerie’s body slams
down, face first. She squirms slightly
as Beth mounts her at the butt and grabs her hair, pulling her head back…
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Again and again Beth slams Valerie’s face into the canvas,
where a pool of blood quickly forms.
Valerie is clearly out cold already.
In death matches Beth is known for quickly and efficiently finishing off
her foes, and none of her kills have taken longer than a couple minutes. After a few seconds of hammering Valerie’s
face into the canvas Beth dismounts and stands above her, momentarily seeming
to bask in the enthusiastic chanting of her name.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
This is usually the moment when Beth will quickly end a
death fight, but instead she reaches down and grabs a handful of Valerie’s jet
black hair, and starts to pull her up to her feet. Valerie slumps limply against the blonde
warrior’s body and Beth simply walks her over to the ropes directly across from
where I am sitting and presses Valerie’s throat down against the top rope,
displaying her victim for me. She stands
behind the older girl and gives her a quick knee bump to the crotch from behind. I see Valerie’s eyes flutter briefly and a fresh
sprinkle of blood permeate the air in front of her mouth. Beth is deliberately showing off her superiority
mostly for my benefit. Then she reaches in front of Valerie and starts to slap
her face lightly and rapidly.
CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!
“OOoooohhh…” Within seconds Valerie lets out a low moan and
starts to come to. Beth grabs her by the
hair and savagely rips her back off the ropes, letting her plop onto her back
with a dull thud, then quickly walks over, raises her foot high up over Valerie’s
throat, holds it for a second…..then…
CRUNCH!!!
Beth’s foot drives violently down into Valerie’s exposed
throat and her whole body jerks once and goes limp, arms and legs splaying out
lifelessly. The fight is over.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER 15th KILL….….BETH!!!”
Beth stands rigidly with her foot resting on Valerie’s crushed throat as she waits for
me to enter the ring. It isn’t until I
walk up to her that she shows any emotion at all, giving me a sweet little
smile as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me in for a passionate kiss,
her foot still pressing down on the broken neck of her defeated opponent. I
find myself wondering if any girl is going to dare entering her bedroom to
fight for me tonight.
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