I’m sitting ringside at The Poison Lair, where the last bout
of the day is about to begin, a scheduled death match. The sold out crowd of bloodthirsty women is
BUZZING with excitement for this fight.
At long last the notorious “Executioner” climbs through the ropes with
her megaphone.
The crowd explodes with cheers.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN
THE PINK PANTIES….BETH!!!”
An even louder cheer fills the arena as the young blonde
warrior strolls quickly down the aisle.
She simply gives me a sultry glance as she strolls by, never having been
one for a pre-fight make out session. I
can see as she winks at me that her nipples are already hardened with
excitement for battle. Beth LOVES to
fight. Especially to the death. She climbs through the ropes and walks
casually to her corner. The Executioner
continues her introduction.
“BETH IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PROFESSIONAL FIGHTING RECORD STANDS AT 25 WINS…0 LOSSES AND 12
KILLS!!!”
The crowd ROARS its approval while the ponytailed juggernaut
stands stoically in her corner. No girl
has EVER made a record for herself like this in just the 5 months since Beth
has arrived in the city on her 18th birthday. (And that’s not counting the many bedroom
victories, Outer City victories and victories she had already racked up before
she even turned 18, many of which have also been kills.)
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE
ARENA…IN THE GRAY AND PINK STRIPED PANTIES…REBA!!!”
A healthy cheer goes up for the veteran red haired
brawler. She strolls confidently down
the aisle towards the ring, and stops to straddle my lap for a make out
session.
“I’m gonna END that blonde hussy and fuck the shit out of
you ALL night baby,” she coos into my ear right before dismounting me. Her nipples, hard as diamonds, scrape my
chest as she rises over me and hops into the ring. She glares at her young opponent as she
strides over to her corner of the ring.
“REBA IS 25 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 112 WINS, 42 LOSSES, AND 22 KILLS!”
Though it was clear from the beginning that the young blonde
is the favorite in this fight, Reba still commands a decent following in the packed
arena, and many of them begin to chant her name.
“REBA! REBA! REBA! REBA! REBA! REBA!” The Executioner holds up her hand and the
arena amazingly falls silent almost instantly.
“FIGHTERS! APPROACH
THE CENTER OF THE RING! STAND BREAST TO BREAST AND MAKE NO ATTACKS!”
Quickly the two female gladiators walk towards each other
and press their supple breasts together, glaring into each other’s eyes.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS COMBAT?”
“YES!” Reba shouts enthusiastically.
“Yes.” Beth adds, almost nonchalantly.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS.
WHEN THE BELL RINGS……FIGHT!”
Beth and Reba linger for a few more seconds, pressed against
each other, and Reba hisses an inaudible insult or warning at the teenage girl
before finally pushing off of her and walking to her corner, where she relaxes
calmly against the ropes. The din of the crowd settles down into an excited buzzing
as we wait for the sound of the bell.
DING!
DING! DING!
With no hesitation the two young females march towards the
center of the ring with their fists up and ready.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A furious exchange of punches ensues. Reba takes a nasty jab to the face but nails
Beth in the gut with s powerful blow that doubles the blonde over. They both step back and begin to circle. Beth suddenly spins and connects with a high
kick to Reba’s face. The red head drops
to the canvas. Beth moves in for a
finishing stomp but Reba manages to roll away and scrambles towards the edge of
the ring on her hands and knees. Beth
quickly catches up to her and snatches her by the pony tail and the waistband
of her panties. She hoists the older
woman back up to her feet and Reba moves in for a bear hug.
THUD!!! Their bodies slap together with a loud thud and they
quickly snatch each other’s hair and waistbands as they struggle for control of
the bout. Reba raises a leg, trying to
climb her foe and force her down, but Beth lifts a knee up into her crotch just
as she exposes it. The hold is broken
and Reba drops to her butt with a grunt of pain. Beth stomps her in the crotch.
THUD!!!
“OOOHHHHHH!!!” Reba
cries out in pain and curls up into a fetal position. She is in trouble! Beth grabs her feet, flips her over, and
gives her a couple more crotch stomps.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Reba spits blood as her body lurches in response to the
nasty blows. Beth lets her feet drop
heavily to the canvas and slowly circles her prey while the crowd chants.
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”
Beth is known for making quick kills in death matches but
she seems to be savoring this a little more than usual. She reaches down and grabs Reba by the bun on
top of her head once again.
“OOooooohhhh” Reba moans
in pain and fear as Beth again drags her up to her feet.
CRACK! She gives the
red head a sharp face slap.
‘Come on! Fight!” Beth taunts, raising her fists. Reba staggers away a couple steps, but doesn’t
drop to the ground. Beth darts out
another open hand and cracks it across her face.
CRACK!!!
“FIGHT!” She commands
again. Reba shakes her head, and finally
raises her fists. The two women begin to
circle once again.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd chants in unison.
Reba lunges forward with a jab but Beth ducks under it and
comes up with a savage uppercut.
THRACK!!! Reba sprays blood up into the lights as her head
is thrown backwards. She topples to the
canvas. Beth steps forward and stomps
her in the crotch.
PLUD!!!
“WHoulf!!” Fresh blood sprays from Reba’s mouth. She rolls over and frantically begins to
squirm away from her attacker on her belly.
She appears to be trying to escape.
Beth simply follows along behind her and suddenly gives her a nasty doggy
style cunt punt that flips her pelvis in the air and drops it to the canvas
with a thud.
“OOOHHHH!” Reba grunts in agony. Suddenly Beth pounces on her back, straddling
her at the shoulders. She grabs the
sides of Reba’s head and…
CRACK!!!...with a brutal yank she snaps Reba’s neck.
DING!
DING! DING!
The crowd roars at the sound of the kill bell. Beth continues to sit on the corpse of her
victim for a couple seconds, taking in a few deep breaths. Finally she stand slowly over the face down
red head and gingerly places a foot on her before raising her fists in victory.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER 13th
KILL!!! BETH!!!”
The crowd explodes with enthusiasm.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!” They chant the name of their champion as I
climb through the ropes and approach her for a victory kiss. I can tell as she pulls me in close and
presses her mound against my hardened member that she is barely satisfied from
the short one sided death match. Without
a doubt there will be another fight tonight in Beth’s bedroom if anyone is
woman enough to challenge her.
After a quick make out session she reaches down and swiftly
peels the urine soaked pink and gray striped panties of her fresh kill. Yet another trophy to be added to the growing
collection pinned on the wall above Beth’s headboard.
As we exit the arena, Reba’s body is dragged out of the ring
by a couple mat girls and tossed unceremoniously down the Shark Chute; An undignified ending to Reba’s otherwise illustrious
fighting career.
I think Beth is my favorite blonde
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