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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