It’s only been a week since Teagan put her name up on the
Birthday Girl Challenger board and she already has a death fight
challenge. It’s Portia, the fiery little
curly haired blonde girl Teagan humiliated at The Bloody Mattress some time
ago. She’s looking for revenge and she
looks ready to fight.
“WELCOME TO THE MIDNIGHT DEATH MATCH!”
The crowd erupts into a frenzy. These are always the favorite fights in the
Inner City.
“In THIS corner…in the light green terri cloth panties and
matching socks…PORTIA!!!”
A small cheer from the fight fans that are familiar with her
Outer City career. She has a pretty
decent reputation.
“Portia is 18 at the stroke of midnight and this will be her
first professional fight in Green Tower City!”
“And in THIS corner, her opponent: in the magenta panties with purple
borders…TEAGAN!!!”
“Teagan is 19 years old and her pro record stands at 1 loss,
1 win and zero kills.”
“Girls approach each other
in the center of the ring. Stand
toe to toe but make no attacks.”
Portia and Teagan stride confidently out to the center of
the ring and press their breasts bellies and crotches together as they stare
into each other’s eyes.
“Do you both agree to this fight to the death?
“YES!” Both girls respond with no hesitation.
“Then return to your corners and wait for the bell, which
will be struck at exactly midnight.”
They back a couple steps away, still staring into each
other’s eyes, then turn and stroll back to their corners where they each turn
around and continue the stare down across the ring. I look at my watch. It is 11:58.
The tension mounts as the seconds tick away towards midnight. A minute and a half seems like an eternity
and then…
DING! DING! DING!
The two blondes spring out of their corners like wild cats
released from cages and sprint into each other with piercing howls of hatred.
“GAAAAAHHH!” They
howl with rage as they grab each other by the hair and whip each other’s heads
around as they stumble about the ring.
THUD! Teagan buries
her fist deep into Portia’s belly. She
starts to stagger back and Teagan suddenly reaches forward and delivers a swift
and effective back to front crotch rake.
“EEEEEEE!!!” Portia
squeals and drops to her ass with a dull thud.
Teagan steps towards her…
PLUD!!! And takes a kick to the crotch. It’s not a very good kick but it is
completely unexpected and Teagan’s eyes widen as she drops to her own ass. As soon as she hits the canvas she raises to
her knees as Portia is coming at her.
They lock up in a kneeling bear hug and seem to collapse into each
other, panting and groaning. Both girls
are hurt and scared. They crawl around
the ring, grasping each other closely, while the crowd grows ever more
restless. Simultaneously they grab hair and waistbands and their belles slap
together as they struggle for control.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd begins its chant.
With a groan of effort, both girls start to rise to their
feet, pulling each other up while still holding a tight bear hug. Just as they get to their feet Portia
releases her hold and swings her hand back wide…
CRACK!!! She give Teagan an open handed face slap that sends
her reeling back towards the corner of the ring. She tentatively takes a couple steps towards
her prey then a couple more. Teagan hits
the turnbuckle and relaxes against it, clutching the ropes for support. The whole right side of her face is glowing
pink from the impact. Portia moves in
and punches her in the face. THUD!!!
A spray of blood glimmers in the lights for a split second
as Teagan’s head is thrown back from the impact. She starts to slump forward as Portia winds
up for another blow, but Teagan suddenly pushes
herself off the corner and wraps her arms around her attacker and they
stagger around the ring again in a bear hug.
Portia reaches for Teagan’s panties, Teagan reaches up with both hands
and gives Portia’s blonde curls a nasty tug and the struggling fighters drop
heavily to the canvas, Teagan on top.
She winds up her right fist.
CRACK!!!
Portia spits blood and possibly a tooth as her face is
whipped to the left and into the canvas from the force of the blow.
CRACK! Teagan hits
her from the left. Portia goes limp.
She’s out. Teagan sits on her prey for a
moment, relaxing and catching her breath, her hardened nipples jutting up and
down as she sucks in ragged breaths.
Suddenly she reaches forward and grabs her adversary by the hair. She starts to stand up, pulling the limp
Portia to her feet. She maneuvers them
to the corner and slams Portia into the turnbuckles. She carefully arranges the unconscious girl
into a scarecrow position on the turnbuckles, then steps up onto the bottom
rope.
CRACK! She delivers a
backhand face slap. Portia twitches and
makes a low gurgling sound. Teagan has
gotten her to stir. She starts to step up onto the middle rope.
“AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!!”
Teagan shrieks loudly as Portia suddenly reaches up and grabs her
crotch. I can see the tendons in her
fingers whiten as she squeezes Teagan’s womanhood with all her might. She has her good. Teagan’s feet slip off the ropes and both girls tumble onto the canvas. Portia crumples into a heap in the corner and
Teagan rolls a few feet away, clutching her crotch and wailing like a
baby.
Teagan rolls over onto her hands and knees and quickly
crawls towards the opposite side of the ring.
Portia sees her and crawls towards her, slightly faster. She pounces.
PLUD!!!!! And again the two girls bodies hit the canvas.
Portia has Teagan caught in a choke hold from behind and is wrapping her legs around Teagan’s belly,
but she is fighting back savagely. They
frantically wrap up even more tightly and flop around the ring in a wild
desperate grappling match for survival.
They end up on the side of the ring closest to me, and the fight is
pressed up against the bottom rope.
Portia seems to be gaining the upper hand. Suddenly she rises up and presses her knee
into the front of Teagan’s throat, choking her against the bottom rope. She has her! Teagan frantically reaches for
her attacker’s throat with outstretched arms but can’t quite reach. She is
gurgling blood. Her eyes are rolling up…
“GAAAAAHHH!!!”
Portia’s eyes bulge as Teagan suddenly sins her nails deep into each of
her perfect round breasts. Blood streams
down from the wounds as Teagan continues to rip away at the mounds. Portia tumbles back off but Teagan stays with
her, flopping on top of her and suddenly letting go of the breasts and wrapping
her fingers around her neck.
“GAK! GAK! GAK!”
Portia’s legs kick uselessly as Teagan slides her body across her belly
and slowly positions herself into a comfortable belly straddle.
I can tell when a fight is over and this fight is definitely
over. After a couple gruesome minutes of
lurching and bucking, Portia’s arms and legs finally spasm one more time and
drop limp to the canvas.
DING! DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER!”
Teagan releases her grip on the dead girl’s neck
and looks about, as if surprised by her own victory. She looks nearly wasted herself but she
manages to sit aloft her kill and suddenly raises her fist in victory, still
straddling her dead foe. I go back to her place with her for a night of gentle
victory sex. In the morning I slip out
quietly, allowing her to rest up from her violent ordeal.
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