16 Girl Elimination Tournament
Betty vs. Corey
(Round One Fight One)
After my usual breakfast at my favorite little greasy spoon
diner in the Outer City, I decide to start my day off at The Bloody Mattress,
with no real solid plans for how I will spend my whole day or what venues I
will visit. Upon my arrival, as usual, the management is very excited to see me
and happily escort me to my comfortable ring side seat. Word that I am in attendance at The Bloody
Mattress gets out quickly and within minutes the venue is packed up beyond what
is probably considered a reasonably safe capacity for the small building. The manager herself brings out my first
complimentary gin n tonic and asks me if I wouldn’t be interested in remaining
here all day for an elimination
tournament to be held in my honor. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all to stay
put for a day and I agree. It is
announced that the winner of today’s tournament will receive 5000 credits and
will be put up in a luxury hotel suite with me for the evening. By this time it is almost noon which is
typically when opening bell is rung here. The loudspeaker crackles into life.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!! WELCOME TO THE BLOODY MATTRESS!!!”
(Enthusiastic cheering.)
“TODAY THE BLOODY MATTRESS IS PROUD TO BE HOSTING AN ALL DAY
ELIMINATION TOURNAMENT IN HONOR OF ISHMAEL, WHO WILL REMAIN CAGESIDE
THROUGHOUT THE DAY!”
(Another round of cheers and applause.)
“THE FIRST FIGHT OF THE DAY…..IS TO BE A HIGH NOON DEATH
MATCH!!!”
(At the mention of a High Noon Death Match, which are always
surprise announcements, the crowd goes bananas.
All the women of Green Tower City love a good fight to the death.)
“NOW APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE…IN THE WHITE PANTIES AND
THIGH HIGHS….BETTY!”
The blonde brawler strides leisurely down the aisle, basking
in the cheers and adoration of the spectators.
She is a veteran catfighter who has been fighting in the city for many
years, and she has a lot of fans. I’m
curious who her opponent will be, and wonder if it might be Paige, her hated
adversary that she defeated here about a week ago. Rumors have been rife all over the city and
the media outlets that the two will be ending their grudge for good sooner rather
than later, and what better way to do so than to kick off an elimination
tournament. Betty enters the fighting
cage and goes to the opposite side of the mattress from the entrance, turns and
calmly waits for her opponent while the rest of her announcement is completed.
“BETTY IS 37 YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 240 WINS,
103 LOSSES, AND 32 KILLS!!!” As
impressive as these numbers are, they only represent Betty’s fights in the
three Outer City venues that have agreed to share stats: The Bloody Mattress, The Mat Room, and Daisy
Duke’s. This does not include her fights
at the professional Inner City venues or any of the many unofficial venues that
are scattered about the Outer City.
A few moments are allowed for the din of cheering to die
down a little.
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE…HER CHALLENGER….IN
THE BLACK PANTIES…..COREY!!!” The crowd momentarily
silences as Betty’s opponent enters the venue and walks briskly down the aisle
towards the fighting cage. She has not
been seen here before. She is young,
with black hair tied up in two long pig tails on the sides of her head. She wears the black panties of House Raven,
along with the customary white tennis shoes and socks. Clearly a recent Academy
graduate hoping to make a name for herself by scoring a kill in her first semi
professional fight. Rookies of this sort
turn up almost daily in the Outer City, and are almost always dispatched
quickly, though occasionally a new contender emerges.
“DEAD GIRL WALKING! DEAD GIRL WALKING!”
“YOU SUCK!!!”
Corey seems unphased by the taunting from the crowd and
gives me a wink and a smile as she passes by my ring side seat. After all, if she was lacking in confidence
she certainly wouldn’t be signing up for a death match. Betty just sneers at her from her side of the
mattress as the young fighter enters the cage and the door is locked behind
her. It will not be unlocked again until at least one of the combatants is dead on the mattress.
“COREY IS 18 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST MATTRESS FIGHT!” The low murmur of boos and taunts continues to
fill the air. Cory calmly adjusts the
waistband of her black cotton fighting panties, undisturbed by the jeers of the
audience.
DING!
DING! DING!
Today’s fighting mattress is a large King Size that almost
completely fills the 10 by 10 caged in area.
This will give the fighters plenty of room to maneuver and it takes
Betty and Cory two full strides to reach each other in the center. With a grunt their bodies slap together and
they begin to wrestle for control, crotches and breasts mashing and grinding. They grab each other by the hair, tugging
with all their might. The crowd goes wild.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
CRASH!!! The chain link walls of the cage rattle loudly as
Betty suddenly slams Corey’s back into it.
Both girls are off the mattress now and this is the moment they will
both get shocked temporarily unconscious if that is today’s rules, but nothing happens. Apparently fighting will be allowed
anywhere in the cage today.
CRACK!!! Betty slaps Corey in the face, then grabs one of
her pig tails with her left hand. She
cocks her right fist.
THUD! Before Betty
can throw a punch she takes a knee to the crotch. She doubles over and Corey pushes herself off
the cage wall into her attacker, tackling her backwards and onto the mattress.
“UNGH!” Both girls
grunt as their entwined bodies hit the mattress. Swiftly they wrap their arms and legs around
each other and begin rocking back and forth, each girl trying to get on top of
the other. Corey is on top for only a
second before Betty manages to twist around to take the mount. Corey gives her a nice face slap and suddenly
she is on top again.
“I’VE GOT YOU NOW BITCH!!!”
The teenage fighter shouts and cocks her fist, only to take a quick jab
to the ribs.
“UNGH!” Corey grunts
and suddenly Betty is twisting around again to take the mount. She holds
Corey by the throat with her left hand and cocks her right fist.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splatters the mattress on both sides of the young girl’s
head from the merciless face pounding. Corey
is in serious trouble already. The
bloodthirsty crowd begins chanting again.
“KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!”
Betty releases the girls throat and raises both fists,
getting ready to give her opponent both barrels to the face.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
After a lengthy and savage face pummeling, Betty suddenly
stops the assault and rears up, taking a few large gasps of air as she remains perched
tightly on her victim, crotch to crotch.
Her white gloves are soaked with the blood of her adversary. Her nipples are hardened from the excitement of
the impending kill. Corey’s legs twitch
and jerk from time to time but otherwise she is totally limp.
“BETTY! BETTY! BETTY! BETTY!” The crowd begins to chant in unison. The blonde warrior suddenly scoots a little
further up her prey’s torso, sliding her crotch up the girl’s belly and over
her firm round breasts, now straddling her right at the neck. She pulls the Corey’s head up by one pig tail
with her left hand and cocks her right fist again.
THUD! She plunges her
white gloved fist deep into the teenage fighter’s face, then pulls back, cocks
her fist…pauses for a few seconds…
THUD!!! Corey’s body lurches at impact and one of
her shoes drops off her foot and topples onto the dirt floor of the fighting
cage. The crowd cheers. Betty smiles.
THUD!!! Another savage
face punch.
DING!
DING! DING!
The fight is over.
Betty sits astride her kill for a few more seconds, then slowly stands
and places a foot on the dead fighter’s chest raising her bloodied fists in
victory salute.
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT… WITH HER 33rd KILL….BETTY!!!”
Betty will be back for Round Two, but in the meantime, it is
time for the next bout.
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