The seats at the Poison Lair are filled to capacity as
usual. It is nearing midnight. Several minutes have passed since the last
fight, and the crowd is getting restless.
Finally the roll up doors on the west side of the arena go up,
indicating that a fighter is about to approach the ring.
“For our next fight….A BIRTHDAY GIRL DEATH MATCH!!!”
The crowd goes wild.
Birthday girl death matches are a particular favorite at The Poison
Lair. These fights are almost always
very one sided, and typically very short.
“Approaching from the West side of the arena, in the gold
panties: GOLDIE!”
The cheers of the crowd rise higher as the woman in gold
panties emerges through the brightly lit doorway and strides quickly down the
aisle towards the ring. Goldie is a
major crowd favorite, and is especially brutal in death matches. She wears gold cuffs on her wrists and
ankles, which she frequently uses as weapons when fighting. She has put down many birthday girls, and never takes slaves. Goldie practically sprints down the aisle
and climbs nimbly through the ropes. She
then proceeds to circle the perimeter of the ring, waving at the frenzied
crowd. Then she goes to her corner,
hopping up and down on the balls of her feet, her large breasts bouncing while
the announcer finishes introducing her.
“Goldie is 23 years old, and her record currently stands at
61 wins, 13 losses, and an impressive 22 kills!”
At this point the roll up door on the opposite side of the
arena slowly starts to go up, silhouetting a lithe female figure standing in
the bright lights inside. As soon as the
door is up she steps out, revealing a dark haired girl in nothing but a pair of
light green terrycloth panties.
“And approaching the ring from the East side of the arena,
in the light green th panties…….HARMONY!!!”
The crowd groans, boos and hisses. No birthday girl to date has ever won a death
match at The Poison Lair, and everybody expects this to be Harmony’s first and
last appearance in the city. Harmony
shows no reaction as she moves swiftly and confidently down the aisle towards
the ring.
“Harmony is 18 years old as of today, and this is her first
pro fight!”
“This is gonna be your last fight skank!” someone shouts out of the crowd.
“You’re dead!”
“Dead girl walking! Dead girl walking!”
Many more taunts like these are hurled from the sneering
crowd as Harmony calmly finishes her walk out to the ring. She climbs through the ropes and goes to her
corner, regarding her opponent with no emotion.
She stretches her arms and legs as she waits for instructions.
“Girls, approach the
center of the ring for face off. NO ATTACKS!”
Harmony and Goldie walk to the center of the ring and stand
toe to toe, nipple to nipple, staring evilly into each other’s eyes.
“This fight is TO THE DEATH!
No foreign objects and no outside interference will be allowed. This fight will continue until death or enslavement. Do you both agree to this?”
“Yes.” Harmony says.
“Yes.” Goldie says.
“Return to your corners and wait for the bell!”
The two young women obey the announcer and stand in their
corners, anxiously awaiting the cue to begin their fight.
Minutes pass as the tension in the arena and in the ring is
intentionally built.
DING! DING! DING!
Goldie and Harmony move quickly towards each other. When
they meet they grab each other by the hair and stumble around the ring
seemingly trying to rip each other’s hair out by the roots. The grunts and groans of the combatants can
be heard over the throbbing cries and cheers of the bloodthirsty crowd.
“GET HER GOLDIE!”
“KILL HER!”
Goldie suddenly lets go of Harmony’s hair and quickly has
the 18-year-old in a tight headlock, then, while keeping her held tightly in
her arm, she quickly jabs her in the
face three times.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
“Unggghhh..” Harmony
moans as bloody spurts from her nose and mouth.
Goldie releases the headlock but catches her by the hair, then swiftly
brings her knee up into Harmony’s ribcage.
“UNGH!” Harmony
grunts and stumbles back, doubling over.
Goldie just follows slowly, raising her fists, beckoning.
“Come on bitch! Let’s
FIGHT!”
Harmony shakes her head, wipes some of the blood off her
face, and raises her own fists. The two
ladies circle each other slowly, fists at the ready.
CRACK!
Harmony throws a solid uppercut into Goldie’s chin that
rocks the veteran’s head back violently and sends her stumbling back a couple
steps.
Goldie shakes it off and steps forwards, only to take a
solid punch to the stomach. She doubles
over and stumbles back a couple steps again.
Now it’s Harmony’s turn to taunt her.
“Come on! COME
ON!” Harmony shouts, gesturing with her fists. Goldie takes a couple seconds to get her
breath, then raises her fists again. The
two girls circle.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
The crowd chants. The bout has
already lasted a little longer then anyone really expected.
Goldie feint forward like she’s going to throw a punch, then
suddenly kicks savagely with her right leg, connecting with Harmony’s crotch
with her gold ankle cuff.
“AIIIEEE!!!” Harmony
shrieks and drops to her hands and knees.
Goldie drops to her own knees and simultaneously brings her arms down
onto Harmony’s back, connecting with both her wrist cuffs.
“OOF!” Harmony drops
onto her belly, her arms and legs twitching, the breath knocked completely out
of her. Goldie immediately grabs her by
the hair and drags her up to her feet.
Harmony’s legs are rubbery and she seems barely conscious. Goldie hauls her over to one of the corners
of the ring, slams her head into the turnbuckle three times, then lets her drop
onto her back.
“I’m gonna fucking DESTROY YOU!!!” Goldie screams, and climbs up onto the middle
rope, raises her arms high above her head, clasps her fists together, and leaps
off, aiming to hit Harmony right in the crotch.
Harmony somehow manages to come to and scoot back just as Goldie lands,
then kicks her in the face, sending the surprised fighter back into the
turnbuckle, blood spraying from her nose.
“GAAAK!” she yelps as she drops onto her butt in the corner
of the ring, her weight entirely supported by the ropes and turnbuckles.
Harmony quickly crawls over to her and mounts her, wrapping
her legs around Goldie’s midsection and letting them hang out of the ring.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK CRACK! She
violently pumps her right fist into Goldie’s face over and over again. Goldie’s legs kick and shudder with the first
couple blows then go limp. Her arms hang
lifelessly over the top of the bottom rope.
Blood streams down her face and pools on the canvas where her butt
is. Harmony rests there for a moment,
sitting on top of her foe, gasping to catch her breath. Her right eye is swelling shut and there is
still blood dripping down from her nose and mouth. The crowd has fallen silent. This turn of events was not expected.
For several minutes Harmony simply straddles her cornered,
unconscious opponent, apparently resting up and enjoying the stunned disbelief
of the crowd. Finally she straightens
her back, lifts Goldie’s head up by her ponytail, and slaps her in the face.
CRACK!
Goldie twitches but doesn’t come to.
CRACK!
No response.
CRACK!
“Come on, I wanna fight!”
CRACK!
Goldie coughs slightly and a fresh spurt of blood spurts out
of her mouth as she gurgles incoherently. Harmony starts to stand up, still holding
Goldie’s long pony tail. As she starts
to rise she reaches down and grabs the waistband of Goldie’s panties and slowly
hauls her to her feet, leaning her back against the turnbuckles. Then she starts slapping her lightly but
very quickly in the face.
“Come on! Fight.
FIGHT!!! OOF!!!!” Goldie suddenly buries a powerful punch right
in Harmony’s ribcage. The blow sends her
tumbling backward three steps, and then she drops to her butt, massaging her
wounded ribs. Goldie simply drops down
onto her own butt, still in the corner.
Both girls now suddenly seem to be pretty much out of steam.
The crowd is getting antsy.
They are ready for a kill.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
They chant, in bloodthirsty unison.
Slowly Goldie and Harmony suddenly start crawling towards each other,
then, without warning, they each pounce at the same time wrapping up in a
jumble of arms and legs. They hit the
canvas and begin to roll all over the mat, each managing to get on top for a second
before being turned over again. They
tumble back and forth across the ring several times, to the growing frenzy of
the crowd, and suddenly Goldie is on top.
She holds Harmony by the neck with her left hand and winds way back up
with her right fist.
“YOU GOT HER! FINISH
HER!”
“HURK!!!” Goldie
sputters as Harmony suddenly lashes out with her left fist, catching the
unsuspecting Goldie right in the throat.
She tumbles off her foe and hits the canvas, grasping at her
throat. Harmony is also coughing, and
crawls away to the ropes, where she pulls herself up first to a kneeling
position, coughs, then pulls herself up to an unsteady standing position,
leaning heavily on the ropes, where she coughs again and shakes her whole body,
trying to regain her composure. Goldie
is writhing on the canvas clasping her throat right where Harmony punched
her. Suddenly Harmony sprints forward
and stomps Goldie in the crotch as hard as she can.
“OOOOOH!!!” Goldie
screams, and quickly reaches down to cover her crotch with both her hands. It’s her last mistake.
CRUNCH!!!! Harmony
slams the heel of her foot down onto Goldie’s already wounded neck with all her
might. Goldie’s neck is instantly
broken. Her body twitches for a couple
seconds and goes limp. Harmony leaves
her foot pressing down on her foe’s throat for good measure until the twitching
stops, then raises her arms high in the air.
“YEAHHHHH!!!” She howls out into the stunned and mostly
quiet arena.
DING! DING! DING!
“SHE’S FINISHED!!!” The announcer yells. A reluctant and subdued cheer finally comes
from the crowd, along with some scattered clapping.
“HERE is your
winner….with her first kill………HARMONY!!!!”
Harmony drags her defeated opponent by the feet to the very
center of the ring, places her foot neatly between her breasts, and shows her
muscles.
Slowly a still somewhat reluctant cheer goes up from the
startled crowd as they begin to realize that, though they’ve lost a favorite
fighter, they have in fact bore witness
to a historic moment in Green Tower City history; The first Birthday Girl
victory!
At this point I am escorted into the ring by TheExecutioner. Harmony locks eyes with me
and licks her lips, keeping her foot planted firmly on the chest of her fresh
kill. I step forward and embrace the
victorious fighter who immediately begins to make out with me to the frenzied
cheers of the crowd. She is exhausted
and suddenly collapses into my arms. I
carry her out to a waiting bike taxi and we are transported to The Castle. By the time we get there she is already
rested and alert. She says she wants to
get her hands on that nasty Farrah bitch again and issues a bedroom challenge
to her. (This seems inadvisable to me,
but I am never one to argue with a determined female fighter, especially one
with a grudge. )
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