11-24-2476 Felicity vs. Grace

 

Felicity vs. Grace

(The Poison Lair)

It’s been a long day of watching violent girl fights and it is time to find someone to spend the night with.  There is no death match taking place tonight, but the final fight of the night at he Poison Lair is between two long time rivals and should be a good brawl, so that is where I go to finish out the night.

 

The place is already packed almost to capacity, and any remaining seats fill in quickly once I have arrived at my ringside seat.  I’m already feeling pretty tipsy so I ask for a coffee and some snacks to enjoy while I watch the final bout.

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL FIGHT OF THE EVENING!”

 

A cheer goes up from the crowd.

 

“NOW ENETERING THE ARENA….IN THE BLACK PANTIES OVER FISHNETS….FELICITY!”

 

The blonde fighter strolls quickly towards the ring, getting a very mixed response from the crowd.  Some people love her.  Some people hate her.  She has a decent record but she is also one of only a few girls left to still wear heels in the ring, which is genuinely considered an unfair advantage and therefore cowardly.

 

Felicity clearly doesn’t care what any of them think, but she lights up when she sees me sitting ringside and trots over to climb into my lap.  We make out to the cheers and jeers of the crowd.  Then she hops up and climbs into the ring, going to her corner.

 

“FELICITY IS 20 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 78 WINS…41 LOSSES…AND 6 KILLS!”

 

The mixture of cheers and boos continues.

 

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE YELLOW TERRYCLOTH PANTIES WITH LIGHT GREEN BORDERING…GRACE!”

 Grace gets a huge cheer as she walks through the entry way and down the aisle towards the ring.  She is a good fighter and has quite a fanbase in the city.  She sees me sitting ringside and, just like her opponent did a few minutes ago, lights up and trots over to me, climbing into my lap and kissing me.  The crowd eats it up.

 

“I hope you’re ready to fuck ALL NIGHT!”  Grace purrs as she dismounts me and climbs up into the ring.  She and her blonde enemy seem ready to spring at each other, but that would be a violation of Poison Lair protocol and would not go well for either of them, so Grace goes to her corner and the two glare at each other across the empty ring.

 

“GRACE IS 21 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 112 WINS…63 LOSSES…AND 18 KILLS!”

 

More cheers.

 

Now the long wait for the bell begins. 

 

“I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP!”  Felicity shouts from her corner.

 

“WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT SLUT!”  Grace responds.

 

A few more minutes pass.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

The two veteran fighters step out of their corners and move slowly towards each other.  They begin to circle once they get within a few feet of the center of the ring.  The tension in the arena seems about to explode as they slowly, steadily circle each other, their breasts rising and falling rhythmically as they each try to prepare for battle.

 

They make one full rotation.

 

They make a second rotation.

 

Suddenly they both step forward.  Felicity lifts a foot catching Grace right in the crotch with her heel and Grace lifts a knee and connects with Felicity’s crotch at the same time.

 

THUD!!!

 

“OOOOHHH!!!  AAAAHHHH!”   Both girls cry out in pain and stagger backwards, clutching their wounded womanhood.