The crowd at The Poison Lair is especially unruly
tonight. Yet another long standing and
especially heated rivalry is about to be decided tonight by a death fight
between two GTC favorites: Raija and Lori the Fighting Ballerina.
These two girls have had a long standing and extremely
bitter feud. In the past several years
they have fought no less than 11 pro fights, 3 private bedroom fights, and 4
Outer City fights. Raija has won the
vast majority of the fights, but Lori’s fighting ballerina skills have
continued to improve in the past couple years, to the extent that she has truly
evolved into a fighter to be feared.
The ringside commentators are discussing the upcoming death
match.
“So Midge, what do you think of this next fight?”
“Well honestly I think the Ballerina has bitten off more
than she can chew tonight. I think this
is going to be the end of her, because Raija is definitely not going to take a
slave, She can’t wait to finish off the
dancer for good. Raija is tough mean and
absolutely one of the nastiest and dirtiest fighters in the city, though she
will play by what few rules there are in the Poison Lair Ring. I think Raija will very quickly overpower
her, torment her for quite some time as is her custom, make her beg and cry and
piss herself, then finish her off for good.
It’s not going to be much of a contest.
What do you think Madge?”
Well I have a little bit more faith in the ballerina putting
up at least a little bit of a fight.
Now the two women stare at each other from across opposite
sides of the ring, waiting for the fight to begin. At long last the announcer’s voice comes over
the loudspeakers.
“Welcome to The Poison Lair!
Tonight we have a No holds barred FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!!”
The crowd erupts into a blood thirsty frenzy as always when
a death match is announced.
“Fighters! Approach
the center of the ring! No attacks!”
Lori and Raija slowly walk to the center of the ring,
glaring icily into each other’s eyes. They press into each other, breast to
breast.
“This fight is to the death.
Only rules are no foreign objects and no outside interference. Do you both agree to this death match?”
“Yes.” Lori says.
“Yes.” Raija says.
“Fighters, return to your corners and wait for the opening
bell.”
For a brief second Lori and Raija continue their stare
down. A couple hushed words are sneered
between them which nobody can hear, and they turn and walk back to their
corners. They both stretch against their
ropes, never taking their eyes off each other.
This is going to be one juicy fight!
DING! DING! DING!
Quickly the two young women charge towards each other. Their
lithe bodies slam together in the center of the ring and they immediately start
strangling each other.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
The crowd roars.
They stumble about the ring, fingers locked on each other’s
throats, for several seconds, then Raija suddenly knees Lori in the crotch.
“WHOULF!!!” Lori
squawks.
THUD! Another knee to
the crotch, and Lori’s grip on Raija’s throat weakens. Suddenly Raija lets go of Lori’s throat,
grabs her ponytail, and yanks down with all her might, dropping Lori onto the
canvas.
SPLAT! As soon as
Lori hits the ground Raija stomps her in the crotch.
“OOOOOOHHHH!!!” Lori
moans in agony, and rolls over, trying to crawl frantically away. Raija simply follows her to the side of the
ring, and when Lori grabs the bottom rope, reaches down and snags her by the
pony tail. She hauls the ballerina back
up to her feet, spins her around to face her, and slams a fist deep into her belly.
“OOF!”
Lori doubles over, but Raija presses her against the ropes,
and brings another knee up into the dancer’s crotch.
“Aaahhhhhh!!!!” Lori yelps in pain. Raija grabs her red ponytail and hauls her
over to the opposite corner of the ring, to the frenzied cheers of the
fans. It seems like this is going to be
a pretty one sided fight.
“Come on bitch!
FIGHT!!!” Raija screams as she
shoves the whimpering Lori into the corner turnbuckles and starts to mount
her. Lori doesn’t seem to have much
fight in her. Raija climbs onto the ropes,
her right foot on the bottom rope and her left foot on the middle rope. Lori is completely limp in the corner. Raija winds up with her right fist.
CRACK!!
She wallops Lori in the face, splattering blood all
over. She then relaxes, holding Lori
against the ropes, and regards the cheering masses of the Poison Lair. Though she hasn’t taken much damage in the
fight, Raija takes a moment to catch her breath.
“FINISH HER!!”
“KILL HER!!!”
Raija dismounts, turns around, grabs Lori by the neck, and
savagely flips her through the air and onto her back. Lori’s body hits so hard she bounces off the
canvas once before her arms and legs flop down.
She twitches slightly as Raija reaches down and grabs her purple shoed
feet, dragging her to the very center of the ring. She is out cold. This could be the end for the fighting
ballerina.
Raija has Lori down, spread eagled on her back. She could easily inish the ballerina any time
she wants, but Raija wants more revenge.
She suddenly shifts herself around so she is now facing Lori’s outspread
and lifeless legs. She positions herself
squarely in the middle of Lori’s tummy, cocks her fist and:
THWUCK!!!!!
Slams her fist into Lori’s completely unprotected
crotch.
“SKLURG!!!” Lori
suddenly wakes up while coughing a stream of fresh blood from deep inside. She starts to groan then shakes her head and
sees Raija, unaware that she’s woken, cocking her fist back but looking at
Ishmael with wide eyes and blowing him a kiss.
She doesn’t notice Lori suddenly raise her legs up over the back of her
head….
THWACK!!!
Raija’s head is jettisoned into the mat. Instantly Raija’s arms and legs drop to the
canvas like sausages. She is out. A fan of blood sprays out from wear her face
hit the canvas with all the force Lori could generate with her tight ballerina
legs.
Lori sits there regarding her opponent for several seconds,
gasping for air and trying to compose herself.
The blonde almost had her. Suddenly
she springs forward and mounts Raija’s slightly plump ass. She grabs the blonde ponytail and hauls her
head back.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Repeatedly Lori slams Raija’s face into the mat. A puddle of blood soon forms at the impact
point. Finally Lori stops, arches her
back and howls with a victory whoop. She
is going to kill this bitch. She sits on
top of her opponent’s but for about 20 seconds, then suddenly dismounts, and
flops Raija’s body over. She mounts her
again, this time crotch to crotch, and drills her in the face with a right left
right left pummeling that leaves not much of Raija’s face recognizable. Suddenly she whips an open hand across
Raija’s face and manages to bring her somewhat back to consciousness.
“WHORE!” She screams
and swiftly stands up, placing the heel of her ballerina slipper against
Raija’s throat.
CRACK!!!
Raija’s eyes widen, her tongue lolls out, her arms and legs
flop to the canvas as dead weight, and she spurts a tiny bit of shit into her
light blue panties. The fight is
over. Lori the Fighting Ballerina has
killed Raija, but she is nearly wasted herself and plops back down onto her kill, straddling her at the neck. She flexes one muscle to indicate she has finished her enemy off.
DING! DING! DING!
‘HERE IS YOUR WINNER:
WITH HER 23rd KILL:
LORI THE FIGHTING BALLERINA!!!”
Lori is hurt, battered bruised and exhausted, but she struggles to her feet and plants one foot firmly in the middle of Raija’s chest and strikes another victory pose. Then she beckons to me and I walk out to the
center of the ring where she kisses me and grinds her crotch against me with
her foot still planted firmly on her kill’s chest.
It's going to be a good night.
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