Gigi vs. Kylie
(The Padded Room)
It is still quite
early when I arrive at The Padded Room.
This particular venue has no standard hours. They simply open whenever two girls decide
they must fight to the death, and Gigi and Kylie, who have been
scrapping almost weekly for the past few months, are here to settle their long
running feud for good.
In the Padded Room, all
gear is stripped off except for a girl’s fighting panties. They enter a small 10 by 10 cube shaped room
that is heavily padded on all sides. The
idea is that these women must dispatch each other with only their own
bodies. This concept has spawned MANY
epic and legendary brawls to the death. Two
girls enter the room, but only one will exit.
In fact, on more than one occasion, neither fighter has lived to tell
the tale.
I take my seat in
the waiting room, where the fight will be broadcast via holographic image. Nobody but the fighters enter the fully
enclosed chamber, but we can watch the fight as if we were right there.
Both fighters are
already in the room, and they are glaring at each other with intense hatred
from opposite corners. They both know
that to make an attack before the bell rings would men instant death for both
of them. As always, Green Tower City
protocol, even here in the sordid Outer City, must always be followed to the
letter.
The announcements
begin. A husky female voice crackles
over the loudspeaker. Nobody ever sees
whoever the mysterious woman is that MCs the fights at The Padded Room, but I
have my suspicions it is The Executioner.
She seems to be somehow involved in almost every death match in or
around the City.
“IN THIS CORNER….IN
THE GREEN AND GRAY STRIPED PANTIES…..GIGI!”
A small cheer goes
up from the crowd of women (and me) watching the bout from The Waiting
Room.
“GIGI IS 18 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 18 WINS…4
LOSSES…AND 5 KILLS!”
More cheers. Gigi
has made quite name for herself in a
short time here in the Outer City.
“AND IN THIS CORNER….HER
OPPONENT…IN THE BLACK PANTIES….KYLIE!”
The other red head
gets as much cheers and applause as Gigi did.
“KYLIE IS 20 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 47 WINS…22
LOSSES…AND 8 KILLS!”
“Might as well mark
it 9!” Someone in the small crowd yells
out.
DING! DING! DING!
With no hesitation
the two young women in the padded room march straight forward and slam their
bodies together in the center of the small padded room with a loud “UNGH!!!” Their bellies slap as they frantically
grapple for dominance and within seconds they have their hands around each
other’s throats. The Waiting Room erupts
into chaos as the fighters press their bodies together tightly, moan, groan,
yelp in pain and fear, and desperately choke the life out of each other. The
women all around me are LOVING it. Without
a lot of room to maneuver in the small fighting chamber, strangling fights are a
common occurrence in The Padded Room.
“OHHHhhhhh…” One of the girls lets out a wail of agony.
“OOOOOHhhOOOhhOOHhhhhh…” The other sobs in response. They are hurt. They are exhausted. They are scared. This has quickly turned into a savage
endurance contest between two equally skilled young fighters.
PLUD!!! Kylie gives
Gig a knee to the crotch, lifting her off the floor briefly. Gigi responds with a SAVAGE slap to the face,
spraying the pad with blood. Kylie
follows with a punch to the face and Gigi stumbles into the wall, but is bounced
back by the padding. Kylie spreads her
arms and lunges forward and their bodies collide with a heavy.
THUD!!!
“UNGH!” They both let out a breathless grunt of pain
as their bodies slap together once again.
They swiftly grab each other by the hair with one hand and the waistband
of the panties with the other, a classic close body fighting move, especially in
the throes of exhaustion. They stagger
around the small room, bouncing off each wall more than once in their drunken
dance of death all the while their sweaty breasts and no doubt tingling vaginal
mounds smashed together in erotic hatred for one another. This goes on for several
minutes as the women all around me shout encouragement for one fighter or the
other.
“GET HER KYLIE!”
“COME ON GIGI! PUNCH HER!
PUNCH HER IN THE FACE!”
“CHOKE THAT BITCH!
CHOKE HER OUT!”
Suddenly the two
fighters separate and engage in a fast furious exchange of punches.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splatters the
pads in all directions. Somehow neither
girl goes down.
They spread their
arms wide and once again lunge into each other.
SPLAT!
“UNGH!” They grunt with the impact. They scrabble frantically to get their hands
around each other’s throats. They
stagger drunkenly around the room. Suddenly Gigi drops back, moves a shoulder in.
I can’t tell what’s happening. Did she
take a punch?
CRACK!!!
Kylie face plants
into the pad. Her butt remains in the
air for a second twerking, then suddenly her body belly flops the rest of the
way to the ground. She twitches then
suddenly goes completely limp. A split
second later an EXHAUSTED Gigi drops
onto her back, straddling her.
DING! DING! DING!
“THE WINNER…..OF
THIS FIGHT….WITH A NECK SNAP KILL……GIGI!!!”
The victorious ginger
flexes her muscles to the delight of the crowd.
The whole room
cheers, as if they were each and every one of them rooting for Gigi all
along. The door to the small padded
fighting chamber opens. I am expected to
go in and reward the victor. Gigi smile
sup at me, her small but perfectly round breasts pumping up and down with
excitement as she reinvigorates herself with gulps of fresh air. As I slowly enter the room, she stands up
over her prey, places a foot on the back of her head and flexes, just for
me. I go to her. She has fought to the death for me, and now I
must do my part.
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