HIGH NOON DEATH MATCH!!!
Once more I find myself sitting in my comfortable seat right
next to the fighting cage at The Bloody Mattress. It is almost noon and they will be kicking
today’s bouts off with another High Noon Death Match. This one has been long in the making as a
sizzling hatred has been brewing between the veteran brawler Nicole and her
much younger enemy Pippi. I’ve gotten
there about ten minutes early and the rest of the spectators are still packing
into the small venue like sardines. The
women of Green Tower City love a death match.
While we wait for the fighters to enter the cage, I make my
usual small talk with Doctor Green.
“So who do you think is going to in this fight?”
The spider like robot pauses for a moment, his ocular
sensors drifting down towards the floor.
Though there is nothing human about his appearance, his robotic mannerisms
and speech patterns betray the fact that the sentience that is controlling this
mechanical wonder was in fact a person once.
“That’s a tough call, Ish.”
He replies. “They’re both vicious
brawlers. Nicole has a lot more experience but I think if Pippi comes out
swinging early on she might be able to wear her down and et the drop on her.”
“Well I got my money on Nicole. I think Pippi made a big mistake taking this
challenge. It will probably be a good
fight though. Nicole loves to drag
things out. Of course…that could be her
undoing. I guess we’ll have to wait and
see.”
We don’t have much longer to wait. A rusty squawk goes out over the speaker and
the announcer’s smooth seductive voice fills the air. I’ve never seen the woman who does the
announcing here, but I picture a smoking hot red head. Of course she could be a 500 pound 80 year
old wildebeest for all I know.
“WELCOME TO THE BLOODY MATTRESS!”
The crowd cheers. The
enthusiasm of the bloodthirsty spectators on a daily basis never ceases to
amaze me.
“NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE…IN THE BLACK PANTIES AND THIGH
HIGHS….NICOLE!!!”
The slender black haired woman strolls down the aisle,
sneering at everyone around her. She has
one of her slave girls with her, on a leash, crawling along behind her. The slave girl is blonde and dirty, wearing
faded and stained pink panties. Nicole defeated
her ina death match some time ago and had a slave collar put on her instead of
killing her. She usually keeps two or
three of them around. I find myself wondering
if she will kill Pippi or enslave her if she ends up winning the fight. She enters the cage and stands on the
opposite side of the mattress from the opening.
Her slave girl sits on the floor next to the cage, her head down.
“NICOLE IS 38 YEARS OLD!
SHE HAS 173 VICTORIES, 38 DEFEATS, AND 42 KILLS!!!”
Nicole stands at the end of the fighting mattress with her hands
on her hips as her stats are read out. Of
course, these stats only represent her fights at the Outer City venues that are
part of the OC Guild. So it doesn’t take into consideration her Pro record or many
private fights she has engaged in over the course of the last 20 years.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE CAGE…HER OPPONENT….IN THE PINK
PANTIES AND THIGH HIGHS….PIPPI!”
The ginger haired, pig tailed fighter walks quickly down the
aisle towards the fighting cage. Unlike
Nicole, she doesn’t have a slave girl with her.
Pippi always kills her opponents in death fights.
“PIPPI IS 18 YEARS OLD!
SHE HAS 28 WINS, 13 LOSSES AND 6 KILLS!!!”
Of course, Pippi has only been fighting in the city a little
over a year, so naturally her numbers are much lower. But again these stats don’t represent her
private fights or the few pro fights she has under her waistband already.
Pippi arrives in the cage and takes her place at the
opposite end of the crème colored queen sized mattress. At the moment the mattress is pristine,
though that will certainly change soon, and by the end of the day it is likely
to be utterly soggy from various bodily fluids.
“FIGHTERS! APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE MATTRESS! NO ATTACKS
UNTIL THE BELL RINGS!”
Nicole and Pippi each take two steps forward and stand face
to face, their erect nipples almost brushing as they glare into each other’s eyes.
“DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS FIGHT TO THE DEATH!?!”
‘FUCK YES!” Nicole
responds.
“YES!” Pippi
responds. Their chests heave up and down
in excitement as they await the bell.
Long tension filled moments pass.
Instantly the two females grab each other by the hair with
both hands. Nicole quickly lifts a nee
up into Pippi’s crotch with a dull thud.
“UNGH!!!” The red
head winces in pain but neither girl releases her grip on the other’s
hair. Nicole knees her again.
THUD!!! Pippi’s knees
buckly but Nicole let’s go of her hair and wraps her arms around her waist,
keeping her from falling She hisses into
the young girl’s ear.
“This is you LAST fight little girl. I’m gonna end Y-“
CRACK!!!! Nicole’s threat
is cut off sharply with a loud slap to the face. She releases her grip around Pippi’s waist
and both girls stagger backward and tumble off the mattress, hitting the chain
link cage walls with a loud rattle.
BZZZZZZZZZTTTTT!!!!
As soon as the girls hit the walls a Tazer Wave is triggered
by the City Mod standing at cage side. Both
girls instantly flop to the dirt floor of the fighting cage and go limp, occasionally
giving a small twitch. They have been
stunned unconscious. So today’s Bloody
Mattress rules are clearly not going to be “anything goes’ but it is impossible
to tell yet if they were stunned for being off the mattress or just for hitting
the cage wall. In any event both girls
will begin to regain consciousness in approximately 60 seconds.
mat girls in white bikinis run into the cage. One grabs Nicole and the other Pippi and they
hoist them back up onto the mattress and arrange the limp girls so they are
sitting on their butts, face to face, crotch to crotch, leaning into each other
to keep them sitting up. If one manages
to regain power over her limbs early it will be a decisive advantage.
As the fighter’s twitch and begin to wake up the crowd
begins to chant.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Nicole looks to be opening her eyes. A low moan comes out of her lips, but then she
and Pippi suddenly both snap into action and have each other by the waistband
of the panties in one hand and the hair in the other.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Slowly the two intertwined fighters begin to rise to their
knees, still clutching each other by hair and waistbands. At the same time they release their grips on
each other’s panties and, still holding each other by the hair, begin exchanging
violent face slaps.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The sharp cracks of the face slaps rings out over the loud
murmur of the crowd. Blood sprinkles the
air in both directions as Nicole and Pippi begin to spit blood out with each impact. Suddenly the exchange of hots stops and they
collapse into each other, moaning in agony.
Pippi drops back onto her butt and Nicole quickly begins to press the
advantage, trying to mount her. She
lifts one foot off the mattress and leans forward, trying to force the red head
down. Suddenly Pippi’s butt slips off
the edge of the mattress and she drops off into the dirt.
BZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!!
The Tazer Field is enacted again and both girls go limp. So today’s fights are all to be mattress
only. This will make for some very
interesting up close and personal combat.
The cage door is unlocked and the two mat girls rush in.
“PIPPI ON TOP!” This
means the Moderator has determined it was Nicole’s fault that the fight ended
up off the mattress, and this call will give Pippi an advantage. The mat girls first drag Nicole up onto the
mattress, her arms and legs splayed out so that she is covering almost the entire
surface area, then Pippi’s limp body is plopped down on top of her. The mat girls exit the cage and it is quickly
locked. The seconds tick by as the
fighter’s twitch and lurch. Finally a
low groan is herd but it is hard to tell which of them is coming to.
“Unnnggghhh….” Pippi shakes her head and seems to suddenly
remember she is in a death match and her foe is under her. In an instant she has her fingers around
Nicole’s throat, and the raven haired woman start to come to right at that
moment, her eyes bulging as she is strangled by her teenage adversary. In true Green Tower City fashion, the entire
crowd suddenly seems to be rooting for Pippi.
“YEAH YOU GOT HER BABY YOU GOT HER!!!!”
“FINISH HER!”
“KILL THAT OLD SKANK!”
“PIPPI! PIPPI! PIPPI! PIPPI!”
Nicole’s face turns crimson and her legs slide up and down
as she grasps desperately at Pippi’s hands, trying to wrench them free of her
throat. It looks like it might be all
over for the nearly 40 year old fighter.
“DIE BITCH!!!” Pippi screams
into Nicole’s reddening face. Suddenly
the black haired woman’s body lurches violently and she goes limp. Pippi releases her grip and stares wild eyed
out at the crowd. It seems to easy. She might be making a rookie mistake-
PLUD!!! My though is
interrupted as Nicole suddenly ciips Pippi in the chin with a weak
uppercut. As I thought, she was playing
possum, though she is definitely hurt.
“BITCH!” Pippi shrieks and punches Nicole in the face,
busting her nose. Nicole goes limp
again. She appears to be out cold, but
now Pippi is pissed off. She slowly
rises over her enemy, grabbing her by her black bangs and slowly starting to
pull her up to her feet.
“FINISH HER PIPPI!
DON’T FUCK AROUND!” someone yells out.
They’re not wrong. Nicole should
not be underestimated.
“I’M GONNA FUCK THIS BITCH UP!” Pippi announces as she nearly has Nicole up
to her feet. Nicole seems barely cognizant, but suddenly, she lunges forward
into her opponent and gives her a swift knee to the crotch.
PLUD!!!
Pippi’s eyes widen in pain and surprise and she would tumble
back off the mattress but Nicole has her by the waist again. Pippi reaches down and grabs the waist band
of Nicole’s black cotton panties. Nicole
reaches up and grabs Pippi’s pigtails.
They drop to their knees with a loud groan of effort and agony. What a fight!!!
For several moments the two exhausted fighter sit their on
their knees, grasping each other weakly.
Weak moans of pain and heavy breathing is the only sound they make for
what seems like minutes.
CRACK!
Nicole slaps Pippi in the face, still holding her by the
right pigtail. (Otherwise she would certainly
tumble off the mattress again.)
CRACK!
Pippi returns the face slap, but seemingly without as much force. She is weakening.
CRACK!
Another face slap from Nicole. Pippi spits a glob of blood out that
splatters across Nicole’s firm round breasts.
Nicole swings her right hand back, ready to deliver another blow.
“AIEEEEE!!!” The
sharp sudden shriek of pain is from Nicole.
Pippi has managed to slip her fingers down into the front of her panties
and has her by the pubes.
‘”OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!”
Nicole reaches forward and grabs Pippi’s pigtails, yanking down hard to
try to disable the young fighter, but she doesn’t relinquish her grip on Nicole’s
womanhood. Tears are streaming down the
black haired woman’s reddening face.
Pippi clenches her teeth and grimaces with the effort.
“YEAH PIPPI FUCK THAT BITCH UP!!!” Someone yells.
Pippi begins to press her weight forward, bending the
agonized Nicole over backward. She lifts
a leg, starting to mount her. Suddenly
she rips her hand free of Nicole’s panties, taking a fistful of black pubes
with her.
“GAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!”
Nicole shrieks and rolls over into a fetal position, clutching at her
ravaged vagina. Pippi quickly begins to
mount her side, and delivers a savage punch down into the side of Nicole’s
head.
THUD!!!
Nicole goes limp.
This could be it for her! Pippi
crouches over her prey for a few long moments, gasping in deep gulps of
air. She glances around the crowd, her
eyes wide with fear and excitement. She
spots where I am sitting and gives me a sultry look.
“I’M WINNG THE FIGHT!”
She calls out to me and begins to arrange drag Nicole around in a circle
by the feet, apparently wanting to finish her off so that I have the best view
of her victory. Nicole is out cold and
laying there limp. Pippi stands up over
her prey and basks in the adoration of the bloodthirsty female spectators who
chant her name.
“PIPPI! PIPPI! PIPPI! PIPPI! PIPPI!”
PLUD!!! Pippi
suddenly plunges the heel of her foot into Nicole’s crotch. The raven haired fighter gurgles out a fresh
stream of blood and coughs herself slightly back to awareness. She looks pretty out of it as she squirms away
from her teenage freckly faced attacker, getting dangerously close to the edge
of the mattress.
PLUD!!! Pippi drops down onto her, straddling her crotch to crotch.
“READY TO DIE?!?” She hisses and curls her fingers around
Nicole’s long thin neck. The older woman’s
eyes bulge out once again as she is choked.
Her feet kick futilely as the life is slowly choked out of her. Desperately she reaches up and wraps her
fingers around Pippi’s throat, but she is weak and her attempts to return the
strangle hold is ineffective. It seems
that this might be curtains for Nicole.
“KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!” The crowd chants in unison. Though Nicole has been a fan favorite on several
occasions, the crowd here always favors a winner, and it looks like today is
going to be Pippi.
Nicole’s eyes begin to roll up. Her already weak grip on Pippi’s throat
loosens. Her hands start to drop. This could be it.
CRACK!!! Pippi’s eyes widen as her
whole head is suddenly jerked around unnaturally, and then she flops onto her
back. It happened so quickly she didn’t
even see it coming. Nicole had let go of
her neck just to grab her by the pigtails and deliver a sudden neck snap. The fight is over.
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER!”
The formerly deafening roar of the crowd has dwindled down
to a confused murmur. The girl who was
moments ago about to finish off the hated Nicole is laying on her back. Nicole is also on her back, the two girl’s
crotches interlocked. She is gasping for
air and occasionally coughing up fresh globules of blood, but Pippi is clearly
finished. With a grunt of effort Nicole
slides out from under her enemy and stands up next to the fighting
mattress. Now that the fight is over no
tazer feel is activated and she walks the full perimeter of the small fighting
cage, catching her breath and regaining her composure. Pippi just lays there spread eagled, her head
twisted violently to the left, the crotch of her panties darkening with the
urine that was let go as soon as her neck was snapped.
Nicole steps back up onto the mattress and places her foot
gingerly on the stomach of her dead opponent.
Still worn out from the short but brutal battle, she raises one fist in
victory.
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER 43rd KILL…..NICOLE!!!”
The crowd explodes with cheers and applause, everyone
apparently having forgotten who they were rooting ago just a couple minutes
ago. Nicole holds her pose while I am
let into the cage to kiss the winner. As
is her custom, she will make her slave girl retrieve Pippi’s urine moistened
panties to be added to her kill trophy wall at home.
That was a good fight and a nice Finishing Move.
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