9-27-2473 Gigi vs. Kylie

 

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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