12-20-2473 Heather vs. Raija

Heather vs. Raija

(The Poison Lair)

 I get a message from Raija, telling me she wants me to come watch her fight at The Poison Lair, so I take my leave from the Junior Fight Ring for the day and head over there.  I am happily escorted to my reserved ringside seat.  The notorious brawler Heather is standing in one corner of the ring when I get there and I find myself hoping this isn’t Raija’s opponent.

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LIGHT BLUE PANTIES AND MATCHING SOCKS!!! RAIJA!!!!”

So much for that idea I think to myself as the young blonde fighter runs enthusiastically down the aisle.  She smiles when she sees me and hops into my lap, wrapping her arms and legs around me tightly as she kisses me. 

“You came to watch me win another fight!”  She giggles happily in my ear as my pants tighten.  I look up and see the brunette Heather staring down at us with a contemptuous sneer on her face.  Raija dismounts me and climbs into the ring, taking her place in the opposite corner from Heather.  She seems completely unafraid, though, in my opinion, she probably should be.  Heather is a BRUTAL fighter.

“RAIJA IS 19 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 28 WINS!  12 LOSSES!  AND 3 KILLS!!! “

“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP SLUT!!!”  Raija screams out at her opponent, still calmly staring at her without emotion. 

DING! DING! DING!

Heather strolls calmly out of her corner but Raija moves quickly rushing up to the brunette fighter and throwing a wild haymaker that the older woman easily ducks under and steps back.  Raija keeps her fists up, shaking them in anticipation of the fight.

“Come on!  Are you scared?  Let’s FIGHT!”  She throws another jab but Heather deflects it with her arm and strikes Raija in the chin with a left cross.

“GLURK!”  Raija spits out the first blood of the fight and is sent stumbling away.  Heather moves in quickly. Giving her a forward cunt punt that drops her to her knees.  She then grabs her by her blonde bangs, tilts her face up, and drills her multiple times in the face.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Heather steps back and lets Raija fall face first to the canvas, ass still up high in the air.  She is out cold and it is only about 20 seconds since the bell rang.  Heather slowly circles her downed foe one full time, then comes around behind her and gives her a sharp kick up into the crotch, doggy style.

“EEP!!!”  Raija squeaks as she is awoken with the nasty cunt punt, her pelvis is lifted into the air and then she flops back down hard, sprawled out on her belly.  I see the fear in her face.  She knows she made a mistake.  Tears are streaming down her reddened bloodied face as she squirms desperately for the edge of the ring.  It looks like she is going to try to escape.  Heather walks along behind her calmly, then, right before she gets to the edge of the ring, crouches over her head, pulls her face up off the ground by the bangs, and slams it back into the hard canvas.

THAP!!  Raija’s body quivers and then goes limp.  Heather pulls her head up again.

THAP!!! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

A pool of blood forms all around Raija’s face as the savage head slamming continues.  I get a sinking feeling in my stomach as I remember there is no warning bell here at The Poison Lair, although at this point an execution would certainly be considered a “Dirty Kill” which would result in five years imprisonment for Heather.  I worry that she may not care.

THAP! THAP! THAP!

Raija is now completely unresponsive, her body only giving the slightest reflexive jerk each time her face is planted back into the canvas.  Finally, Heather pulls her head up one more time, examines her mangled face, shows it off to the cheering bloodthirsty spectators, and lets it splat back down in the puddle of blood.  She raises her fists.

DING! DING! DING!

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!! IN LESS THAN 60 SECONDS!!! HEATHER!!!” 

The victorious brunette places one foot on Raija’s ass and waits for me to enter the ring.  She pulls me in close, holding her victory pose while we make out for the delight of the spectators, then she leads me by the hand back to the Trophy Room.

The face down Raija is quickly carted out of the ring by two mat girls and hauled off for medical treatment. 

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