After I have
satisfied Stachia she gets into the shower and I head downstairs for the next
bout. I know by the time I return with
the next victorious fighter Stachia will be long gone. (Wisely so, probably) I get back to my seat
just in time for the fighters to be introduced.
“HARMONY IS 18 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 1 WIN, 1 LOSS AND 0 KILLS!”
The black haired
fighter stands calmly in her corner as she awaits the introduction of her
opponent.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING
THE RING…IN THE BLACK PANTIES….MELINDA!”
The young brunette
is bombarded with a loud round of boos and hisses as she marches resolutely down
the aisle. She is one of the lowest
ranked jobbers in the Outer City, but that never seems to deter these
bitches. They just keep coming back
again and again, determined to win. Unlike Harmony, she strolls right over to me.
“YOU CAME TO WATCH ME
WIN ANOTHER FIGHT!’ She exclaims as she
climbs into my lap for a pre match make out session. (As we suck face and she
grinds her mound against my stiffening pants, I try to remember when I have
EVER seen Melinda win a fight and am unable to.) Finally she dismounts me and climbs into the ring.
Harmony is just glaring at her. Melinda shows no fear.
“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU
UP WHORE!” she screams at the black
haired Harmony, who makes no response.
Melinda then goes to her corner.
“MELINDA IS ALSO 18
YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 4
WINS…16 LOSSES…AND 1 KILL!”
“BOOOOOO!!!”
“YOU SUCK!”
DING! DING! DING!
And the fight is
over! After just a little over a minute and a half. As soon as Harmony steps off her victory
pose, Two medics rush into the ring and quickly put Melinda into an induced
coma, which is common procedure after a fight in the City. She will be dragged off to the hospital, stitched
up, and released within a few days. She better hope she has good insurance.
Harmony goes
upstairs with me to celebrate her easy victory.
THE END
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