“LADIES AND ISHMAEL! Are
you ready for a………….MIDNIGHT DEATH MATCH?”
The crowd EPLODES with excitement. The Executioner pauses for a few seconds to
let the clamor die down a little before she continues her announcement.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE RED PANTIES…..DESIREE!”
The young blonde gets a HUGE cheer from the crowd as she
strolls confidently down the aisle towards the small fighting ring. She stops for a quick make out session with
Ishmael at his ring side seat before climbing through the ropes and going to
her designated corner. She looks excited
as she hops up and down on the heels of her feet.
“DESIREE IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 17 WINS…3 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!”
The crowd roars it’s approval. Desiree has done very well in the Inner City
since her 18th birthday just a few months ago.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE GRAY AND GREEN STRIPED
PANTIES…..GIGI!”
The ginger haired freckle faced fighter gets a decent cheer
herself as she quickly marches down the aisle.
This may be her first pro fight, but the spectators already know her as
a decent Outer City brawler who has been on the scene for a few months
already. This is going to be a GOOD
fight! She climbs into Ishmael’s lap for
her pre bout make out session, being sure to shoot a dirty look over her
shoulder at Desiree, who is glaring at them from her corner. Then Gigi
dismounts Ishmael and climbs through the ropes, going to her corner.
“GIGI WILL BE 18 AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT AND THIS IS TO BE
HER FIRST PROFESSIONAL FIGHT!”
The crowd erupts into a cacophony of noise. The Executioner raises one hand and the roar
dwindles down to a dull throb of muted voices.
“LADIES…APPROACH EACH OTHER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING. STAND BELLY TO BELLY BUT MAKE NO ATTACKS OR
YOU WILL BE EXECUTED!”
The 18 year old catfighters immediately march out of their
respective corners, moving quickly towards each other. Their bellies slap together as they collide
in the center of the squared circle and they glare icily into each other’s eyes
as their perfect round breasts rise and fall with ragged staccato gasps for
air. The air is charged with electrified
tension.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS COMBAT?”
“YES!!!” They both
shout in unison. At this point, The
Executioner usually sends the fighters to their corners to wait for the
bell…but not always. This time she says
nothing at first, then.
“REMAIN IN YOUR CURRENT POSITIONS. WHEN THE BELL RINGS…..FIGHT!”
A belly to belly fight!
Every once in awhile the Executioner likes to switch things up a
bit. This could work in Gigi’s favor as
she is particularly skilled in grappling whereas Desiree is definitely more of
a fist fighter. The girls press their
breasts and mounds together as they laser stare each other down. Hissing nasty threats are being issued
between the two of them, but nobody can hear the words that are being spoken
other than the two of them. One thing is
sure, they are not exchanging compliments.
Long tense seconds tick by.
Everyone knows the bell will not be sounded until the exact stroke of
midnight. The crowd has fallen into
almost complete silence. Another long
minute ticks by. In the middle of the
ring, the girls continue to press into each other, desperate to fight….
DING!
DING! DING!
THE FIGHT IS ON! Gigi
and Desiree immediately grab each other by the hair and waistbands and begin to
stagger drunkenly around the ring. The
crowd goes WILD.
PLUD! Gigi gives
Desiree a knee to the crotch!
PLUD! PLUD! PLUD! PLUD!
And they drop to their knees. Desiree slaps Gigi in the face.
CRACK!!!
She slaps her back.
CRACK!
And they lock up in a bearhug on their knees and let out a
piercing shriek of pain, fear and desperation.
This is a FIGHT!
“COME ON GET HER DESIREE!”
Someone yells out.
“GET HER GIGI! GET HER!”
“FUCK HER UP!”
“PUNCH HER IN THE FACE!”
Suddenly they separate slightly, and at the same exact time
give each other an upward crotch rake.
They both shriek in agony.
“AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
And they drop back off each other and scoot backwards a few feet,
moaning in pain. Desiree falls to her side
and curls up.. Gigi continues to slide backward until her back is resting on
the ropes. A few seconds pass and they
begin to slowly circle each other on their hands and knees, keeping close to
the perimeter of the ring so there is as much distance as possible between
them. Before long the crowd begins to
get restless.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The familiar chant begins.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! A savage fist fight ensues in the center of
the ring. Blood splatters in all
directions and the crowd cheers.
Gigi drops onto her back!
Desiree mounts her! This could be
it. She punches her in the face.
SPLAT!
But Gigi bucks her pelvis and Desiree is thrown off and winces in pain as she bounces off the canvas, she rubs her bruised tailbone as Gigi crawls a few feet away and catches her breath. After a few seconds of moaning, they begin to circle on their hands and knees again. The crowd quickly starts back into their old song.
This time they only make one rotation before scampering into
the center of the ring again. Once more they raise their fists right before
colliding.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! And then they lock up in a bearhug.
“OOOOOOhhhhhhhh…” They both let out a long tortured moan of
anguish as they desperately clutch each other.
There are now puddles and splatters of blood dotting the canvas. They have MANGLED each other in just a few
short minutes of brutal fighting. They give each other a panty tug and then a
hair pull, both letting out loud moans that sound like a strange mixture of agony
and pleasure. The crowd is heating up
again.
“COME ON GIGI!”
“GET HER DESIREE! GET HER!”
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Suddenly they are struggling to their feet, still pressing
in close to each other, their sweaty bellies rubbing together as they let out a
mutual groan of determination.
THUD! Gigi gives Desiree a knee to the crotch and the blonde is sent staggering backward. She is HURT. She starts to double over, ready to topple, but Gigi runs forward and grabs her by the hair, tilting her face upwards into a well placed punch.
PLAP!!! Desiree flops
onto her back! She lies limp, every few
seconds giving a little twitch. She is
out cold. This could be the end for her.
Gigi drops to her hands and knees and sucks in a couple of deep breaths
her eyes wide with hatred as she stares at her downed opponent. It looks like she is about to move in for the
kill but she suddenly scampers to the edge of the ring sticks her head over the
bottom rope and vomits all over the concrete floor. The crowd lets out a surprised and mildly
disgusted groan.
“BLEARGH!!!” After
unloading the contents of her stomach she plops back onto her butt and turns to
face her opponent, now rolling over into a fetal position. Gigi quickly crawls
towards her. She grabs her by the hair again and starts to stand up, dragging
Desiree up with her.
“GET UP BITCH!” She
howls. Desiree socks her right in the
cunt.
“GLURPH!” Gigi drops to her ass, wide eyes, then curls into a fetal position, protecting her mangled vagina. Desiree also drops to her ass with a heavy thud that gives the ring a little shake, then scoots back a few feet, breathing heavily and staring at her foe with wide brown eyes. Both girls are nearly spent already. What a savage brawl!
DING! DING! DING!
"THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT...DESIREE!"
How did Desireee finish her off? also I kind of want a panel of Gigi vomiting
ReplyDeleteI never finished writing this one out! So the idea was that this was a really good back and forth brawl with each girl coming close to winning several times. Then finally Desiree is on Gigi's back, choking her. The red head manage to slam the blonde backwards into the turnbuckles a few times, nearly knocking her out, but at the last moment Desiree manages to get her hands in a perfect neck snap position and CRACK! Gigi is finished.
DeleteEventually I will probably re-do this one as a fully illustrated story using my current process of re-usable pose templates. Both Gigi and Desiree have decent pose libraries now, and eventually they will probably have nearly all the poses.
I will also turn this final panel into a pose template as it is one of my favorite finishes. There does also need to be a victory panel with Desiree dragging the dead Gigi to the center of the ring and lacing her foot on her for flexing pose.
For some reason, that is how all the fights I draw must end.
I look forward to reading the expanded version of this some day. You're work as always is immaculate
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