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!!!
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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ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
DeleteIt keeps the fighters on their toes. How much time do you think they get before they know the specifics? 1 hours before the fight?
DeleteThe 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.
DeleteHad 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.