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.
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