Tuesday, March 23, 2021

7-7-2473 Kayla vs. Sylvia

 

Kayla vs. Sylvia

(The Bloody Mattress)


I get to the bloody Mattress about half an hour early, and take my place in my cage side comfy chair to begin enjoying my first pre noon cocktail.  The venue fills up around me and the excitement is high as today’s bouts will be starting out with a High Noon Death Match.  The place is completely packed by the time the loudspeaker finally crackles into life.

 

“LADIES AND ISMAEL!  WELCOME TO THE BLOODY MATTRESS!”

 

A cheer goes up from the crowd.

 

“FOR OUR FIRST FIGHT OF THE DAY…..A HIGH NOON DEATH MATCH!!!”

 

A veritable roar of approval explodes from the bloodthirsty women of Green Tower City.  I shift about in my chair a little.  My dick is already getting hard and the fighters aren’t even in the cage yet.   I don’t have long to wait.

 

“NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE….IN THE PINK AND GRAY STRIPED PANTIES WITH PINL SOCKS……KAYLA!!”

 

The young pig tailed brunette brawler gets a decent cheer from the crowd.  She is no stranger here.  She walks over to me slowly and plops into my lap, facing me.  We make out and dry hump to the cheers of the crowd. 

 

“I’m glad you are here to see me finish this slut off for good!”  She moans just as she dismounts me, on the verge of cumming in her fighting panties.  She hops up into the cage and goes to the opposite side, taking her place on the mattress.  They have a king size mattress in the cage today that leaves only about a foot of dirt around the perimeter of the cage.  I wonder what the rules for the day are, and remind myself we will now soon enough.

 

“KAYLA IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 21 WINS…8 LOSSES…AND 3 KILLS!!!”


 

Another cheer goes up for the young fighter. 

 

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE CAGE…IN THE BLACK PANTIES WHITE SOCKS AND TENNIS SHOES….SYLVIA!”

 

An equal roar of approval explodes forth for the raven haired young woman strolling confidently down the aisle.  Just as Kayla did, she climbs into my lap and we grind crotches and suck face for the joy of the crowd.  It’s a wonder that I don’t shoot a load into my pants by the time she gets up and enters the cage.  The shit talking between the two young girls begins even before the cage door is slammed closed and locked.

 

“YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIE SLUT!”  Kayla sneers at her opponent, standing just a few feet away.

 

“YOUR PANTIES ARE GOING ON MY TROPHY WALL TONIGHT BITCH!”  Sylvia responds.  The tension in the air is palpable.

 

“SYLVIA IS 21 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 45 WINS…23 LOSSES…AND 7 KILLS!”

 


Now the tension really begins to mount as the management will wait until precisely the stroke of noon before ringing the fight bell.  There are still a coupe minutes to go so I finish off my drink and order another.


 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Kayla and Sylvia snap into action instantly, lunging forward and grabbing each other  by the hair with both hands. Grunts moans and screeches of pain fill the air as the bloodthirsty crowd begins to go wild, cheering for one or the other of the two young women locked in mortal combat.

 

“AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”  Sylvia cuts loose with a piercing shriek of agony as Kayla reaches up with both hands and plunges her thumbs into the black haired girls eyes!  Blood shoots from both sockets and she topples of her victim then pitches off the side of the mattress, crumpling up into the small space between the pad and the cage wall.  Kayla scoots back on her butt and rubs her mangled face.

 

“OOOohhhhhhhOOOOohhh….”  Sylvia lets out a miserable sounding moan of pain.  Kayla crawls to the edge of the mattress and grabs her enemy by the panties and hair.

 

‘GET UP HERE SO I CAN END YOU!”  She howls as she starts to stand up, dragging her rubbery weeping opponent with her.

 


CRACK!!!

 

Kayla nails Sylvia with a DEVASTATING slap to the face and the black haired girl is sent stumbling off the mattress!  Her body hits the cage wall and she grasps the links with her fingers to keep from dropping into the dirt.  An audible gasp escapes the crowd as we all brace ourselves for the Taser Field, but nothing happens.  Today’s rules allow for full cage fighting.  This could be very interesting.

 

Kayla, apparently cognizant of this, slams her body into Sylvia’s back, smashing her face and breasts into the cage wall.

 

CRASH!

 

“OOOOOHHHH!”  Sylvia lets out an agonized wail of pain as her body is pressed into the metal links.  The crowd goes wild.

 

“YOU GOT HER KAYLA!  FINISH HER OFF QUICK!”  Someone yells.

 

Kayla hauls Sylvia’s head back, looking to slam her face into the chain link wall, but the black haired fighter throws her body backwards, and the two of them land on the mattress, with Sylvia on top.  They begin to wrestle furiously, each of them trying desperately to mount the other.  They tumble all over the large mattress.  The crowd continues to cheer for their favorites. 


 

“YEAH SYLVIA!  GET HER GET HER GET HER!”

 

“COME ON KAYLA!  YOU CAN TAKE THIS SLUT!”

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

 

After several minutes of frantic struggling,  Sylvia secures a mount and punches Kayla in the face. 


THUD!!!

 The brunette’s body lurches violently.  Her legs writhe and kick as she tries to throw her attacker off, but Sylvia winds up for another punch.

 

THUD!!!

 

Another splatter of blood permeate the mattress fabric.  Only a couple minutes into the day’s bouts and the brand new mattress is already speckled  in the blood of young female fighters.  

 


 

“OOOohhhhhhhOOOOohhh….”  Sylvia lets out a miserable sounding moan of pain.  Kayla crawls to the edge of the mattress and grabs her enemy by the panties and hair.

 

‘GET UP HERE SO I CAN END YOU!”  She howls as she starts to stand up, dragging her rubbery weeping opponent with her.


 

“GAK!!”  But Kayla lets out a squawk of pain as Sylvia slams her fist right up into the bridge of her crotch.  The brunette starts to stagger back and then Sylvia slams into her belly to belly.  They wrap their arms around each other and yank each other’s panties.

 

“OOOoohhhhOOOHHhhh!”  They both let out a long moan of pain.  The crowd is loving this.

 

Suddenly they drop to their knees.  Both of them look hurt and exhausted only a few minutes into this violent fight to the death.  They sit there on their knees, barely holding each other, their chests rising and falling raggedly as they try to catch their breaths, then they suddenly stiffen up again, squeezing each other in t a bear hug while remaining on their knees.

 

“OOOOhhhhh GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!” 

 

“OOOhhhh….OOOOhhhhh…OH! OH! OH!”

 


It sounds almost like two lovers in the heat of fucking, but this is anything but pleasurable,  These girls are seriously hurting each other.  Bellies crotches and breasts smashed together, they start to force each other to their feet, struggling desperately.  They are both trying to get behind the other girl, probably to go for a neck snap.  That seems to be the most common finish I’ve seen in death matches.  Quick, brutal and effective.  Sylvia has blood dripping from her eyes, but her sight is clearly still intact.  Kayla didn’t quite manage to gouge out her eyes with her savage attack.  The crowd falls relatively quite as the two young women, locked up in desperate struggle for survival, grunt, moan and groan, only moving a step or two back and forth across the large fighting mattress. 

 

“AAAAIIIIEEEEE!”  Kayla lets out a bellow of agony as Sylvia manages to get her hands down into the front of her striped panties and relieve her of most of her pubes.  She quickly staggers back and slaps the black haired girl in the face.

 

CRACK!

 

Sylvia flies backward and once again off the mattress, her butt hits the cage wall with a large metallic rattle and she drops to her butt, with her feet still up on the mattress.  Kayla steps backward, dropping off the mattress on the other side but grabs the cage behind her to keep from falling in the same manner.  Sylvia keeps her eyes on her adversary and pulls herself to her feet.  They begin to circle the mattress, keeping each other on the opposite side of it for several rotations while the crowd chants.

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

 

Both girls show signs of fear now as they slowly circle each other.  They take their steps slowly and carefully, in sync with the steady rhythmic chant of the crowd.

 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

 

I take another sip of my drink.  I don’t really have a favorite here, and will happily reward whichever of these two young ladies emerges from the cage alive.  They make several rotations around the large mattress, then step up onto the middle of it from opposite sides.  They lunge into each other with both fists flying.

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

The dull thuds of flesh hitting flesh thumps out over the cheers of the excited spectators.  How either of these women still has the strength to keep going is beyond me.  They continue to pump their fists into each other with no regard for defense for several minutes.  Then Kayla tumbles off the mattress.  Her back hits the cage wall and she starts to slide down to her butt.  Sylvia goes after her quickly, grabbing her by the pigtail.

 

“TIME TO DIE WHORE!”  She exclaims as she pulls her foe back onto the mattress.  The one rule of the Bloody Mattress that never changes is any kill must be performed with the majority of the victim’s weight on the mattress.  Anything else will result in the execution of the winner as well.  Kayla looks ready to pass out.  She whimpers and moans as Sylvia forces her back onto the mattress.  She gives the brunette a couple slaps to the face, trying to make sure she is alert for the kill.

 

CRACK!

 

CRACK!

 

“COME ON!  TIME TO DIE!”  Sylvia shouts as she cocks her fist for a finishing blow.

 

“GAK!!!”  The black haired fighter’s eyes widen as Kayla suddenly lunges forward and grabs her in a headlock.  She struggle furiously and once gain the two young women begin to grapple frantically, this time staying on their feet.  Kayla positions herself behind her opponent.  She has her arm around her…this could be it…

 


CRUNCH!

 

Sylvia’s arms drop to her sides and her head rolls grotesquely to one side on a broken neck.  Kayla lets her hated enemy flop lifelessly to the mattress.  She quickly strikes a victory pose and raises her arms high in the air

 

“YEAH!!! I WON I WON I WON!!!!”  She cries out with delight, her breasts still rising and falling as she gasps for air.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….WITH HER 4th KILL…..KAYLA!!!”

 


The crowd cheers in unison for the victorious young girl.  The cage is unlocked and she continues to hold her victory pose while I step onto the mattress to kiss the winner of the nasty fight.  She presses tight against me and the crowd chants her name as we make out.

 

I gently pleasure her right there on the mattress to the delight of the screaming spectators.  Once I have satisfied her, she peels off Sylvia’s black cotton panties and takes off, presumably to add them to her trophy wall.

 

 

 

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5 comments:

  1. Fight to the death for my pleasure, then pleasure me some more

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  2. I like your idea that the rules can change with various fights to allow the fighters to use different tactics,,,,like slamming a rival tits and mound first into the rough chain link of a cage and scraping her along it to rip at her assets. Rick

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    1. Thank you! I like to add some variety in this particular venue. It's fun to write out the concept that the fighters don't know what the parameters are each day and have to figure it out through trial and error.

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    2. It keeps the fighters on their toes. How much time do you think they get before they know the specifics? 1 hours before the fight?

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    3. The rules are never announced in any way, even after the bell rings. They find out if they tumble or step off the mattress and either get tazered, or don't get tazered. The rules will not change until the next day, so fighters later in the day will know what the rules are from earlier fights, but as The Bloody Mattress typically only has one Death Match per day (except during special events) and that fight is always the opening bout, (The High Noon Death Match) the Death Match fighters NEVER know what the specific rules are unless they test the boundaries.

      Had Kayla and Sylvia never left the mattress, the next two fighters (nor the spectators) would still not know the Day's Rules, but as "Full Cage Fighting" has now been established as acceptable for the day, it will be pretty much anything goes until Midnight, when the final bout of the day will take place.

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