It’s been a long day and it is almost midnight. I have taken my usual reserved ring side seat
at The Poison Lair. Another grudge is
about to be settled for good n a scheduled death match. I will be going home to spend the night with
whichever woman survives the upcoming brawl.
As usual the Poison Lair is sold out (possibly and most likely beyond
capacity, in fact.)
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL BOUT OF
THE EVENING….A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!!”
An all-female roar of approval rocks the arena all around
me. The women of Green Tower City love a
good death match more than anything else. I take another swig of my gin n’ tonic.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE LIGHT GREEN TERRYCLOTH
PANTIES….HARMONY!”
A huge cheer goes up for the raven haired brawler strolling
confidently down the aisle. She has made
quite a name for herself here and I have to admit she is one of my favorite
girlfriends. She sees me sitting in my
ringside chair and sidles over to me, lifting a leg to slowly straddle me where
I sit. She kisses me, grinding her
crotch against my hardening member. The crowd goes wild.
“This shouldn’t take too long baby, keep it hard for me.” She dismounts and climbs through the ropes,
going over to her corner. The Executioner
concludes her announcement.
“HARMONY IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 31 WINS…9 LOSSES AND 7 KILLS!!!”
Another ripple of cheers goes through the crowd. There is a
slight pause.
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE BROWN PANTIES AND
SANDALS…HER OPPONENT….RITA!”
“A murmur of excitement rumbles through the spectators as
the curly haired brunette marches quickly down the aisle towards the ring.
“ARE YOU READY TO DIE SLUT?!?” She shrieks as she rapidly closes the
distance. Right before she gets to the
ring she turns towards me and hops into my lap, kissing me passionately with
her full red lips. I kiss her back, and
I can almost feel Harmony seething with rage inside the ring. Finally Rita dismounts me and swivels slowly,
giving Harmony a nasty sneer. Harmony
simply glares back, while stretching out against the ropes in her corner. Rita climbs through the ropes and goes to
the opposite corner.
“RITA IS 22 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 74 WINS…29 LOSSES…AND 10 KILLS!”
Rita gets a decent amount of cheers from her fan base in the
audience. Her fighting career got off to
a rocky start but by the time she got to Green Tower City she had improved
substantially and she has a brutal fighting style using a lot of high kicks and
stomps. Her leather sandals add to the lethal
nature of her foot attacks and she is known for stomping her victim’s faces
beyond recognition.
“FIGHTERS APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING! STAND BREAST TO BREAST! MAKE NO ATTACKS!”
The two dark haired young women stroll nonchalantly out of
there corners and do as they are instructed, glaring into each other’s eyes as
they press their breasts together.
“LADIES THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS COMBAT?”
“YES!” They respond
without hesitation.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS!
WHEN THE BELL RINGS……FIGHT!”
They comply with the Executioner’s instructions
silently. (To do anything else would be
suicide.)
Many minutes pass, as per the usual Poison Lair
tradition. Building tension always increases
the level of excitement in the sold out arena.
DING!
DING! DING!
Harmony and Rita rush out of their corners, reaching each
other in the center of the ring within a second. They exchange a flurry of punches and then
grab each other by the hair.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
“UNGH!!!”
“OHHHH!!!”
The crowd goes wild, cheering on one girl or the other or
simply yelling “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
For a few seconds they stagger around the ring, yanking at each other’s
dark locks mercilessly. Grunts, moans and occasional sharp yelps of
pain fill the air. Rita finally manages
to back Harmony into the ropes, and gives her a knee to the crotch.
THUD!!!
“UNGH!” Harmony grunts
and pitches forward, wrapping her arms around her attacker. Rita does the same and now they are
staggering the other way, locked up in a tight crotch grinding bear hug.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd chants in unison.
They get to the center of the ring and Harmony gives Rita a
slap to the face.
CRACK!!! She immediately
retaliates in kind.
CRACK!!! Now their bodies
separate and they grab each other by the hair with their left hands and begin
slapping each other in the face with their right hands.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
After several blows apiece they stumble away from each other. Their tear streaked faces are red and blood
trickles from their mouths. They slowly
circle each other with their arms down at their sides, their bosoms rising and
falling quickly as they suck in deep breaths.
Then they step forward. Harmony is raising her fists but Rita suddenly
spins into the air and catches her full in the nose with a spinning high kick.
PLUD!!! Blood sprinkles the air and Harmony flops to the
canvas, landing HARD on her back.
THUD!!! As soon as she hits Rita moves in swiftly, raising
her foot to stomp her, but Harmony manages to roll to the side. Rita’s foot hits the canvas and she is
momentarily thrown off balance. Harmony
tackles her and they hit the canvas together in a tangled knot of arms and
legs.
“UNGH!!!!”
“OOOhhhh! YOU FUCKING
WHORE!!!”
They tumble all over the ring, first Harmony on top, then Rita,
then Harmony then Rita. Neither of them
is able to secure a mount for long. They
get to the edge of the ring and get tied up in the ropes, Harmony’s back is
pressed into them. Rita uses it to her
advantage and lifts a leg, trying to get on top of Harmony. It looks like she is securing a mount but then
she lets out a blood curdling screech and tumbles back, rubbing her
crotch. Harmony managed to sneak a claw
down into the front of her panties and gave her a nasty crotch rake.
“OOOOOHHHHHH!!!” Rita lets out a long tortured wail of agony
as she curls into a fetal position.
Harmony crawls over to her and lifts a leg over her side, getting ready
to mount her.
PLUD!! Rita rolls onto her back, playing limp, but then lifts
a knee up into Harmony’s crotch just as she is starting to straddle her and now
the black haired girl is on her back, also massaging her crotch. Loud moans of
agony fill the air as they both lie on their sides and rub their wounded
womanhood. They squirm a few feet away
from each other. The break in the action
goes on just a bit too long for the liking of the bloodthirsty spectators and
after about 30 seconds they start to chant again.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
Tortuously the two young women struggle to a crawling position
and begin to circle slowly on their hands and knees. They both look a little reluctant to get back
into the fight and make three full rotations before cautiously rearing up on
their knees and crawling towards each other.
THUD! Harmony nails
Rita in the face with a jab just as they get close enough. Her head is thrown
back and blood sparkles in the overhead lights.
She shakes it off and moves forward, slamming her body into Harmony’s. Their sweaty bellies slap together and they lock
up in a tight squeeze on their knees, grinding their breasts and crotches
together as they desperately try to force each other down to the canvas.
“Ohhh you WHORE!!! OOOHHH!!!”
“Ungh! Ungh! UNGH!!! YOU’RE DEAD SLUT!!!”
“YAHH!!” Harmony’s eyes bulge as Rita suddenly grabs a handful
of her jet black hair and yanks her head back. She reaches forward and yanks at
Rita’s brown curly hair with both hands.
“OOOOhhhhHHHHH!!”
Rita moans loudly in pain. She
tugs harder at Harmony’s hair.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!” Harmony
shrieks and suddenly topples backward with Rita on top of her. The brunette is getting the advantage,. She cocks her fist and slams it right in the
middle of Harmony’s face.
THUD!!
Blood sprays the canvas and Harmony’s body gives a violent
jerk before she goes limp. Rita rests her
butt down on Harmony’s stomach and sucks in a couple deep gasps of air. Then
she stand over her victim and looks around at the crowd.
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” It seems everyone is rooting for Rita
now.
“I’M NOT DONE WITH THIS SLUT YET!” She announces and bends over her victim,
giving her a couple sharp slaps to the face.
CRACK!
“GET UP!”
CRACK!
“GET UP AND FIGHT!”
CRACK!
PLUD!!! With lightning speed Harmony kicks up into the
bridge of Rita’s unsuspecting crotch. Rita winces and immediately doubles over, then
drops to her butt. Harmony gets to her
feet quickly and grabs Rita by the hair, hauling her up to her feet. She spins
her around and gets behind her, putting one hand on her chin while keeping the
other buried firmly in her curly brown hair.
Rita’s eyes widen with fear and she flails her arms backward, trying to
get a hold on her attacker, but Harmony has her positioned perfectly…
CRACK!!! Rita’s neck
is snapped like a twig. Harmony
immediately releases her, letting her corpse flop face first to the canvas with
a loud thud. The fight is over. The
crowd explodes.
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER! WE HAVE A WINNER!” The Executioner shouts
through her megaphone as she climbs into the ring. Harmony places a foot on the small of Rita’s
back and calmly regards the spectators.
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER….WITH HER 8th KILL….HARMONY!!!”
Harmony raises her arms up in the air to show off her
muscles, then pulls one of Rita’s sandals off and tosses it out into the
crowd. She pulls off the other one and
tosses it out into the opposite side of the crowd; souvenirs for 2 lucky fight
fans. Then she peels off Rita’s brown cotton
fighting panties to be added to her growing collection of kill trophies.
I climb into the ring to kiss the victor.
“I still need some more action, baby. Let’s head to my place.” I know she’s been spoiling for a rematch with
the notorious bedroom fighter Misty, but I really wonder if she is up for that
tonight. I know it is useless to argue
with her though, so off we go into the darkness towards Harmony’s house, about
a 20 minute walk away.
THE END
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