The Bloody Mattress
is just opening up when I arrive at the front entrance. They are very pleased to see me and I am
quickly escorted to my Cage Side seat. I
sip another cocktail while I wait for the first bout.
“LADIES AND
ISHMAEL! WELCOME TO THE BLOODY
MATTRESS!”
A cheer goes up from
the sold out venue. Wherever I go in
Green Tower City, Inner or Outer, a throng of bloodthirsty “sports fans” follow
me. I’ve gotten used to it. The loudspeaker crackles into life.
“NOW APPROACHING THE
CAGE…IN THE FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…AUDREY!!!”
A moderate cheer
goes up for the young auburn haired fighter.
She’s not a great fighter, but she can’t really be called a jobber
either. She can put up a good fight and
has pulled off a few unexpected wins in her time here. She lights up when she sees me sitting next to
the fighting cage and runs over to kiss me and give me a short make out lap
dance session before taking her place on the fighting mattress.
“AUDREY IS 18 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 12 WINS…15 LOSSES…AND 1 KILL!!!”
Audrey stands
patiently on her end of the small cream colored mattress. As this is the first fight of the day, the
mattress is brand new and not yet stained with all manner of bodily fluids, as
it certainly will be by the end of the day.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING
THE CAGE… IN THE DARK GREEN PANTIES….OLIVIA!”
The young lanky
brunette strolls confidently down the aisle towards the small fighting
cage. She swings a leg over my lap and
plops down facing me with her legs around my waist. She grinds her crotch against mine as we make
out. Audrey glares at us. Without a word she suddenly dismounts me and
enters the cage, stepping up onto the mattress a few feet away from her
opponent. The cage door is locked behind
her. The two young female fighters face each other with a mutual sneer of
contempt.
“OLIVIA IS 20 YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 42 WINS…38 LOSSES…AND
4 KILLS!”
She gets a mixed
response from the crowd. Clearly
allegiances are divided among the spectators here today.
DING! DING! DING!
With no hesitation
they lunge into each other with a flurry of face slaps. The crack of open hands on flesh rings out
sharply over the din of the blood thirsty spectators.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The fighters each
let out a wail of agony and stagger off the mattress on either side, each of
them hitting the cage and grabbing the links to keep themselves from going
down. The crowd tenses, expecting the
fighters to get Tazed, but it doesn’t happen.
Today’s rules apparently do not include staying completely on the
mattress. Audrey and Olivia circle the
mattress, keeping each other on opposite sides.
They do this slowly, one full rotation, then they both suddenly step up
onto the fighting surface and begin pummeling each other in the face with both
fists.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Eventually Olivia
manages to gain the mount on Audrey and pummels her until the warning bell is
rung. The fight is over! Olivia is the superior woman!
I fuck her on the
mattress and then move on to see more fights while Olivia limps off to get some
much needed rest and recuperation from the brutal fight.
Monique takes me to a rowdy tavern/ fighting venue called
Daisy Duke’s. In the center of a crowded
bar there is a simple ring, with makeshift ropes made literally out of
hemp. Drunken patrons cheer and cajole
as girls have bloody fist fights to the finish in the ring.
Monique takes on Noelle, and gets utterly annihilated. Monique is carted off to the hospital. She will need extensive plastic surgery.
Jessica is facing off against a girl I have not yet seen, a red head named Dana. Dana wears yellow panties with darker yellow mottling. An intense struggle ensues between the two young ladies. After 20 minutes of violent back and forth brawling Jessica actually manages to face sit Dana unconscious and could easily claim a victory, but she decides to further torment her foe instead and slaps the other red head awake. Just as the brunette is coming to she smashes Jessica in the face with a punch that sends the auburn haired girl sprawling to the matted floor. She then mounts and pummels her into oblivion for the win.
Rachel vs. Sloan
Rachel, who has been
on one of her usual losing streaks, has shown up here to challenge one of the
residents, a girl named Sloan, to a fight.
I liven the event up a bit by announcing I will go home with the
winner. Rachel runs over to kiss
me.
“You came to watch
me win a fight!” she exclaims, though I
haven’t seen her do anything but lose in quite some time.
Her opponent is a
young schoolgirl named Sloan, age 19.
She has been a resident of “The Orphanage” for some time, and has
apparently built herself a decent reputation, though this is to be her first
fight against an Outsider. If she wins
the fight, she will claim Rachel’s fighting outfit as her own. If Rachel wins,
she will receive nothing but an unofficial win for her overall record, but many
low level fighters come here for little more than a confidence boost after a
long losing streak.
The two young women
stand on opposite corners of the small fenced in fighting area, glaring at each
other with sheer unbridled hatred. A
crowd of Orphanage residents, all in their schoolgirl uniforms, have gathered
around the small fenced in area to watch the battle and I am given a special fence
side seat for the bout.
The schoolmaster
raises her hand, which immediately quiets down all the giggling and chattering
girls surrounding the fighting area.
“IN THIS CORNER….IN
THE RED PANTIES AND WRESTLING BOOTS…..RACHEL!”
Most of the girls
begin booing and hissing the curly haired brunette, though a few, apparently
enemies of Sloan, are cheering her on.
“AND IN THIS
CORNER…IN THE WHITE PANTIES…SHOES AND SOCKS…..SLOAN!”
“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU
UP LITTLE GIRL!” Rachel howls across at
her opponent, who just sneers back at her. They don’t waste a lot of time here. The Schoolmaster raises the cowbell she is
holding in her hand, raises the hammer, and quickly strikes it three times to
begin the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Rachel and Sloan step
out of their corners slowly and apprehensively to the cheers and jeers of the
women crowded around the chain link fence.
They raise their fists threateningly and begin to slowly circle each
other. Watching the fight, you can tell
they have never encountered each other before and are a little nervous. They begin to circle.
“GET HER SLOAN!”
“WASTE THAT BITCH!”
“COME ON FIGHT!”
They make one full
rotation around each other, their round breasts rising and falling rhythmically
as they breathe heavily and nervously.
They start a second rotation and the crowd gets a bit more anxious.
“COME ON!”
“PUNCH HER IN THE
FACE!”
“FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT!”
They complete
another circle and take one step each into a third rotation, then suddenly they
both lunge forward and a flurry of punches ensues!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD!”
Both girls seem to
be giving as good as they are taking and blood peppers the air as they go at it
toe to toe. The throng of schoolgirls
surrounding the fenced in area love it. After
just a few seconds of intense fighting they lock up in a tight bearhug and let
out a mutual moan of pain and desperation.
“OOOOOOhhhhhh…”
“oooOOoOOOooohhh…”
They stagger around
the fenced in area like a couple drunken lovers, clutching each other tightly
to avoid taking any more blows. The schoolgirls clustered in around the
outside of the fence shout and jeer.
“COME ON FIGHT!”
“FUCK HER UP SLOAN!”
“YOU GOT HER!”
Suddenly they separate
and begin to once again circle, their breasts rising and falling rapidly as
they gasp for air, fighting to get their courage back. They have done some damage to each other. They make one full rotation, then begin
another, at which point the crowd begins a familiar Green Tower City chant:
“FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
They move in…
PLUD! THUD!
They each score a hit
in the cunt at the same time! Both girls
drop to their asses, crying out in agony.
“OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!” They moan in pain, rubbing their wounded
vaginas, while keeping their eyes fixed one each other. The crowd noise has died down to an excited
murmur. The tension is the air is
palpable. Finally the two young fighters
rise up into a kneeling position and begin to slowly crawl towards each other
on their knees.
They inch towards
each other, their breasts heaving up and down, their arms spread slightly and tensed,
ready to strike. Suddenly…RACHEL MAKES A
MOVE!
RIIIIIIIIP!!! Rachel’s curls her fingers and rakes delivers
a NASTY upward crotch rake.
Sloan squeals in
agony.
“AAAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!” Sloan start to crumple but Rachel wraps her
arms and legs around her, preventing her from curling up in a fetal position. Both girls let out a frightened groan of
desperation as they begin to desperately struggle for the upper hand. It is clear this fight is going to end
soon. Whichever one can get on top here
will be the victress!
THUD!!! They hit the
dirt with Rachel on top! It looks like it’s
all over for the young blonde schoolgirl!
THUD!!! And Rachel
punches her out! The blonde’s arms and
legs quiver and go limp. Rachel slides
up the unconscious girl’s body, securing
her mount right across Sloan’s belly.
She cocks her fist.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Now it seems ALL the
schoolgirls are cheering for Rachel as she pulverizes Sloan’s face.
“YEAH!”
“FUCK THAT BITCH UP!”
“PUNCH HER AGAIN!”
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD!
Finally the Schoolmaster
rings the warning bell repeatedly to stop the savage beating. This is not,
after all, a death match.
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
“OK! She’s had it.
Fight’s over!”
Rachel leans back,
still straddling the completely unconscious girl. She draws a few deep breaths, then finally
stands, placing one foot on the chest of her vanquished opponent. Her large round breasts rise and fall as she heavily
sucks in deep gasps of air.
“RACHEL! RACHEL!
RACHEL! RACHEL! RACHEL!” The schoolgirls
surrounding the fenced in fighting area chant the name of the clear
winner. At long last, Rachel raises her
arms and strikes a victory pose.
DING! DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS
FIGHT….WITH A TOTAL KNOCK OUT…RACHEL!”
The victorious
brunette locks eyes with me as she holds her victory pose, and the Schoolmaster
opens the gate for me so I can kiss the winner.
Rachel keeps her foot planted firmly on the defeated blonde and presses her
sweaty body tightly against me as we make out to the delight of the small
throng of excited spectators.
“I’m just getting
started tonight, baby!” Rachel whispers
into my ear. “I have plans to put that
nasty Nicole bitch down right in front of you before we spend the night
fucking!’
With that I Rachel
takes my hand and leads ne out of the fighting area, out of the venue, down the
street and towards her small Outer City house.
She stops at a self-med booth for a brief clean up.
While I wait for
her, I wonder if she really thinks she is any match for the brutal Nicole, who
easily beat the shit out of Rachel the last time they fought just a few weeks
ago at The Junior Fight Ring.
Either way, this is
sure to be an interesting night.
