Monday, November 25, 2019

9-1-2473 Kelly vs. Melinda


I retake my seat outside the fighting cage.   There is already plenty of blood and a large urine stain on today’s fighting mattress which has so far only seen four battles, though the first one was a particularly nasty death match.   Two mat girls drag the limp body of the defeated Daisy off the mattress and out of the cage, disappearing through a small corridor in the back of the venue. (The victorious Nina skipped happily out of the venue as soon as I finished pleasuring her.)   Though the “High Noon Death Fight” which started the day’s festivities out was an announced event, most bouts held at The Bloody Mattress are not, and I never know who will be fighting until the girls walk down the aisle to enter the fighting cage.   A vendor is walking around the perimeter of the cage selling cinnamon blooms and I buy a bag of them to snack on.  As I begin to much on the warm fluffy treats,  I see Melinda enter through the back door and make her way down the aisle.  The cage is unlocked and opened by the City Mod, and she walks in and takes her place at the opposite side of the pink mattress.  A moment later, I see Kelly walk in the same door and down the same aisle.  She enters the cage.  Both girls are staring intently at one another with wide eyes.  They both look a little scared and a little excited at the same time.   They know I am sitting cage-side for the fight.  Whichever one of them wins will get laid. Kelly steps up onto her side of the mattress and the two young girls glare at each other, standing very still, their nipples hard and pointing across the small mattress at each other like torpedoes ready to be fired. 

At this point I  have not seen either of these girls win a fight.  A good jobber brawl almost always makes for excellent entertainment, and even more often the winner, who doesn’t get to taste victory too often, is enormously grateful for my “services.” 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR FIGHT NUMBER TWO!”

“FIGHT NUMBER TWO! FIGHT NUMBER TWO! FIGHT NUMBER TWO!”  The crowd begins to chant in the traditional Bloody Mattress manner.

“ON THIS SIDE OF THE MATTRESS…IN BLACK PANTIES…MELINDA!!!”



“MELINDA IS 18 years old!  Her OC record stands at 0 wins, 18 losses, zero kills!”

“BOOOO!!!!”

“YOU SUCK!”

“AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MATTRESS…IN THE RED AND WHITE PANTIES…KELLY!!!”



“Kelly is also 18 years old!  Her OC Record stands at 1 win, 13 losses, 0 kills!” 

“AT THE SOUND OF THE BELL…FIGHT!”

A couple tension building minutes pass.

DING! DING! DING!

The two teenage fighters step forward and grab each other by the hair.  The crowd boos and hisses as the two young jobbers stumble about the small mattress, trying to yank each other’s hair out by the roots.  Suddenly Melinda brings a knee up into Kelly’s midsection. 

“WHOULF!!!”  Kelly staggers back, still pulling on Melinda’s hair, and both girls collapse to the mattress. Melinda lands on top of Kelly and they tumble over the side of the blood soaked cushion and hit the chain link wall of the fighting cage.  They lay there pressed against the cage wall and pound each other in the face a couple times to the delight of the crowd.

The day’s rules at The Bloody Mattress were well established during the last fight as being virtually non-existent today.  Fighting will be allowed anywhere inside the cage, and it seems like only the finishing move or blow must be performed while the opponent’s body is completely on the mattress.

Kelly is getting the better of Melinda, and has the side of her body straddled as she punches down into her face.

THUD! THUD! THUD!!  She gives her three more blows to the side of the face and starts to pull her up by her hair, then knees her in the crotch, forcing her against the wall of the cage.  Melinda wraps her arms tight around Kelly and presses forward, trying to avoid taking any more hits.  The two young female fighters stumble around the small fighting cage, clutching each other desperately.  After a few minutes Melinda manages to pin Kelly’s back into the cage.  She takes a deep breath and gives her a knee to the crotch.  Kelly instantly returns the blow and they relax against each other’s sweaty bodies again, panting desperately for air.  The crowd is getting restless.  They want to watch girls fight not appear to be fucking.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

With a loud guttural moan that I can’t tell which girl is letting out, the two entwined fighters rattle the cage wall and then Kelly manages to move one step forward.  They each stumble back a bit, then Melinda finds herself tripping backward over the mattress.

“UNGH!”  With a grunt the girls hit the mattress and plop onto it, Melinda uses the momentum of the fall to continue rolling and finds herself on top of Kelly who is spread out across the small mattress on her back.  Melinda quickly readjusts her mount and grans Kelly by the throat with both hands.  Kelly’s eyes widen and her face starts to redden.  Melinda scoots her crotch up Kelly’s belly, squeezing her throat harder and harder.  Kelly suddenly lets go of her hands…

CRACK!! She slaps Melinda across the face and sends her flopping backward.  Without hesitating she pounces on her enemy and punches her in the face.  Melinda goes limp.  She’s unconscious.  Kelly straddles her across the chest and slaps her lightly in the face until she starts to come to, then she stands up over her downed opponent and lifts her left foot.

PLUD!!!

A nasty crotch stomp makes Melinda’s whole body lurch. 

PLUD!!

“YEAH KELLY!  FUCK THAT BITCH UP!!!” 


PLUD!!!  Melinda is in serious trouble.  Kelly reaches down and grabs a fistful of her hair and starts pulling her up to her feet.

“GAK!!!”  Melinda sprays blood from her mouth as Kelly suddenly applies a sleeper hold to her.  She is fading…fading…she’s OUT.  Kelly releases her and lets her flop face down to the mattress, ass up in the air.

THUD!!!  She stomps her in the back of the head.  The blow would have killed her if the fight wasn’t taking place on a mattress.

THUD!!! Another stomp to the back of the head. 

THUD!!! Another…

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

The warning bell has been sounded and Kelly lifts her foot again, then places it heavily on the back of Melinda’s head.  She raises her fists in victory salute.

DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT:  KELLY!”



The crowd is cheering as I am let into the cage where Kelly quickly runs up to me and wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me down onto the mattress as Melinda’s unconscious form is knocked off and into the dirt right next to the chain link cage wall.  I slowly slide myself into the moaning Kelly as her defeated opponent is drug from the cage.  She will no doubt wake up in the hospital.

Jobber girl victory sex is the best sex.  They are always so horny…and SO grateful. 

Once I have satisfied the young brunette fighter I leave the venue and go get lunch near The Wall.  Afterwards I head into the Inner City where I intend to spend the rest of the day.

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