Desiree rarely gets called out any more by birthday girls
for death matches, though her name is still on the board as being available for
a death match from any challenger. She is delighted to hear she has a
challenger tonight, and readily accepts even though she has a death match
against Harmony in less than one week.
When I get to my seat I notice Midge and Marge are sitting at ringside giving their usual color commentary. This must be a big night.
When I get to my seat I notice Midge and Marge are sitting at ringside giving their usual color commentary. This must be a big night.
‘Well Midge it’s
another death match at the Poison Lair, and there’s Desiree waiting in her
corner. She looks mean as always.”
“Yes I’m surprised she
took this fight with her death match against Harmony only a week away. That is
going to be one hell of a fight.”
“I think Desiree will
make mincemeat out of her and whoever she is fighting tonight. And here she comes. Looks like a cream puff in pink panties. A fresh meal for Desiree. She’s coming out to the ring now. Just a young blonde with a pony tail.”
“Holy shit!” I think
to myself. “It’s Beth again! I saw her make a kill at The Bloody Mattress almost
exactly 12 hours ago. So this must be
her 18th birthday. That’s at
least one mystery about this girl solved.
“Well too bad this
girl doesn’t have any trophies Desiree can add to her outfit, unless she
starts taking scalps.”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! I wouldn’t it put it past her.”
“Well the Birthday
Girl has climbed in and is in her corner. I have to say if she’s scared she
sure isn’t showing it. And she hasn’t taken
her eyes off Desiree since she first entered the Arena.”
“Well she should be
scared Midge. Desiree doesn’t just kill
in a death fight. She maims mutilates
and tortures first.”
“Here comes the
Executioner!”
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL! AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT...IT WILL
BE TIME FOR ANOTHER BIRTHDAY GIRL DEATH MATCH!”
The crowd goes wild.
“In THIS corner…in the red panties…..DESIREE!!!”
The booming cacophony of noise increases several decibels
and a good portion of the crowd starts chanting Desiree’s name.
“Desiree is 20 years old.
Her Pro Record is 29 wins, 8 losses and she has 7 kills under her
waistband.”
The Executioner lets the crowd’s cheering die down a little.
“And in THIS corner…her opponent…in the pink
panties…BETH!”
“BOO!”
“DEAD GIRL! DEAD GIRL!”
Beth’s expression never changes. She keeps her icy glare fixated on Desiree,
who is returning it. I do notice quite a
few spectators in thee crowd are remaining silent. Perhaps they witnessed or at least heard about
the extremely efficient kill Beth made at The Bloody Mattress this morning.
“Fighters move to the center of the ring. Stand breast to breast. No attacks of any kind.”
Beth and Desiree confidently stride to the center of the
ring and stand there toe to toe, their hardened nipples brushing slightly
against each other.
“This is a fight to the death. Do you both wish to continue?”
“YES!” Both girls
answer at once.
‘Then return to your corners and wait for the bell.”
Beth and Desiree about face and march to their respective
corners, turning and continuing their stare down while they wait for the fight
to begin. Once they are in their corners,
the mysterious masked Executioner climbs through the ropes and disappears into
the darkness outside of the harsh light that illuminates the ring. A few more seconds pass as the clock winds it’s
way down towards midnight, and then…
DING! DING! DING!
“And the girls are out
of their corners. They’re gonna get
right down to it folks! Their fists are
up…”
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The two blonde brawlers immediately unleash a torrent of
punches into each other. Beth doesn’t
seemed rattled at all. Desiree’s head is
thrown back from the first punch. She is
already spraying blood from her mouth.
Beth cocks her fist and…
CRACK!!!!
“OH DESIREE”S
DOWN!!! DESIREE’S DOWN!”
Beth stands there
calmly while Desiree moans in pain and fear.
She raises her fists, taunting the other blonde to get back to her feet.
“Come on! Get up!
Get up and FIGHT!!!”
It’s the first time
I’ve heard Beth vocally taunt an opponent, but apparently she is
unsatisfied. Desiree warily gets to her
feet and raises her fists. The two women
slowly circle each other with their fists up. After a couple passes they move in and another
quick flurry of punches takes place.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD!
Desiree flops to
the canvas again, this time on her back.
“Goddamn Desiree is getting
the SHIT beat out of her, Midge!”
“I Know Marge, I’ve
never seen anything like it! This Beth girl
is something else!”
As soon as Desiree hits the ground Beth pounces on her and
continues laying heavy punches right into her face. Her legs flop to the canvas. She is twitching. Beth stands up, raises a foot right over
Desiree’s face and:
CRUNCH!!!
Desiree’s body gives a violent lurch and then goes completely limp
across the canvas.
DING! DING! DING!
“HOLY SHIT MARGE! IT’S OVER!
IT’S OVER!!! DESIREE IS FINISHED!”
“HERE is your WINNER, with her FIRST kill: BETH!”
The crowd is going crazy.
They have a new champion!
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
Beth just stands there like a statue, her foot planted
firmly in the middle of a bloody mess that had been Desiree’s face. Beth’s hands are on her hips and she is
staring down coolly at her work. Slowly
she lifts her arms up and takes a victory pose, staring out into the
crowd. I am escorted to ringside and
climb through the ropes. Beth licks her
lips and flashes her giant blue eyes at me.
I walk over and embrace her. Her lips
instantly lock onto mine and our tongues wrestle as she grinds her crotch
against my hardening member.
“I made another kill just for you baby!’ She coos into my ear.
She releases her hold on me and with one quick movement,
reaches down, hooks her forefinger through the crotch of Desiree’s panties, and
yanks them off. When we exit the ring
together, two mat girls run in and pick Desiree’s body up, then haul her nude
corpse over to the shark chute, where it is unceremoniously disposed of.
Thus ends the fighting career of Desiree.
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