Thursday, February 13, 2020

2-20-2475 Beth vs. Desiree


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. 

‘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!”



The Executioner strides down the aisle from Arena North and hops into the ring. 

“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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