I arrive at The Poison Lair for the last fight of the
evening, a scheduled death match between Beth and the dark skinned Latino
fighter Layla. Layla has been talking up
a storm about how bad she is going to fuck Beth up before killing her, so it
will be very interesting to see how this turns out.
The venue is packed as always, and it takes me a while to get through the throngs of bloodthirsty women who have packed the stands to see the violent confrontation. Doctor Green and I eventually get to our ringside spot, and just in time as the Executioner climbs through the ropes with her megaphone shortly after we get there.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! ARE YOU READY FOR A DEATH
MATCH!?!” She inquires. The crowd explodes with delight. I quietly nod my head, maintaining my
taciturn demeanor as always.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE PINK PANTIES….BETH!!!”
The crowd cheers as the young blonde fighter strolls calmly
down the aisle. She stops to give me a
wink before climbing though the ropes and into the ring. She walks slowly to her corner, turns, and
relaxes against th ropes as the Executioner finishes her introduction.
"BETH IS 18 YEARS OLD!!! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 3
WINS 0 LOSSES AND 2 KILLS!!!” The crowd
explodes yet again for the pony tailed blonde girl standing quietly in her
corner. She’s only been here a couple
weeks and she already has a devoted following.
Of course, that could change quickly if Layla proves to be the superior
woman.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING….IN TIGER STRIPED PANTIES AND
LEATHER BOOTS……LAYLA!!!”
The dark skinned Latino brawler gets a decent amount of
cheering as she strolls down the aisle.
She looks completely unconcerned as she makes her ay to the ring, and
when she sees me sitting in my ringside chair she mounts me for a make out
session.
“Another white girl’s about to get put down in front of you
baby!’ She purrs into my ear just before
she dismounts me and climbs into the ring.
She looks like she is going to make a grab for her opponent, but The
Executioner is still standing in the center of the ring, and any such move
would be ill advised indeed. Layla retires to her corner and glares at Beth,
who simply stares back.
“LAYLA IS 26 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 118 WINS…41 LOSSES…and 22 KILLS!!!”
The crowd seems to have been reminded of how impressive
Layla’s long fighting career has been.
They begin to cheer more loudly for her now and several fans begin to
chant her name.
“LAYLA! LAYLA! LAYLA! LAYLA!”
“FIGHTERS!!! APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING! PRESS CHESTS TOGETHER BUT MAKE NO ATTACK
MOVES!!!”
Beth and Layla dutifully respond, marching slowly to the
center of the ring. They slam their breasts
together and glare into each other’s eyes.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS?”
“YES!” Both girls
reply quickly. They continue to glare
into each other’s eyes as their large round breasts, smashed together, rise and
fall as they gasp for breath.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS AND WAIT FOR THE BELL!” The Executioner commands and the fighter’s
back away, turn, and stroll calmly to their corners where they turn and face
each other across the empty ring. The
masked MC climbs out of the ring and disappears into the darkness.
Several tense minutes pass.
DING!
DING! DING!
The two young women sprint out of their corners with their
fists up and ready. They meet in the
center of the ring in a split second.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! Blood sparkles in the air and Layla drops to
her butt. Beth swiftly grabs one of her
pig tails and holds her face upturned into a barrage of rapid face punches.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Beth releases her victim and Layla sprawls to the canvas,
face down. She begins to squirm away but
Beth gives her a savage doggy style cunt punt.
PLUD!!!! Layla is
scared. Beth drops down onto her prey, straddling
her in the middle of her back. She grabs
a pig tail and hauls Layla’s head up.
THAP!!! She slams her face back down into the canvas. Layla’s legs jerk and squirm. Beth hauls her head back again.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! Beth stops the onslaught and arches
her back, soaking in the energy of the bloodthirsty crowd. Layla moans in pain and fear and continues
trying to squirm away. Beth stands
slowly over her, and gives her another doggy style cunt punt.
PLUD!!!!
“OOOohhhhhhh….” Layla
lets out a loud guttural moan of agony. Slowly
she slides her right leg forward, still trying to belly squirm to the edge of
the ring, maybe meaning to escape. Beth
crouches over her, grabs a pig tail and forces her partway onto her back.
“I give….I give….I give….”
Layla pleads desperately. Beth
cocks her right fist and buries it in her face, shutting her up.
THUD!!! Layla’s body jerks and goes limp. Beth cocks her fist again.
THUD!!!
The crowd is going wild.
Any fans of Layla have now been converted into Beth fans. Clearly the Latino girl is no match for the
blonde juggernaut. Beth takes couple deep
breaths, then goes to work.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!”
The booming voice of the Executioner rings out over the crowd and Beth
again arches her back, her perfect round breasts pointing out as she straightens
up over her mangled foe.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!” She catches her breath for a few moments,
while half crouching over her latest kill.
Finally she undoes the leather belt at the tp of Layla’s fighting
panties and yanks her trophy off before striking a victory pose with her right
foot planted firmly on the dead Layla’s chest.
The Executioner enters the ring and holds Beth’s hand aloft.
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER THIRD PRO KILL……BETH!!!!”
The volume of the crowd’s roar increases as I climb into the
ring to kiss the winner of the short one sided death match. Beth seems to have barely broken a sweat and I
suspect she is hungry for a bedroom fight tonight. My fun is just beginning.
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