I get back to my
seat after rewarding the victorious Trish, who has just won a High Noon Death
match. The body of her opponent has been
dragged from the cage. This will only be
the second fight of the day and the mattress is already splattered with blood.
“LADIES AND
ISHMAEL! ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT
BOUT?”
The crowd roars it’s
answer.
“YES!!!”
“NOW APPROACHING THE
FIGHTING CAGE….IN THE LIIGHT GREEN TERRICLOTH PANTIES…..HARMONY!”
This is the first
time I have seen Harmony since her nasty
beating at the hands of the veteran brawler Lucy. She looks fully healed and ready to redeem
herself. She doesn’t come over to me before
entering the cage. She is most likely embarrassed
that the last time I saw her she lost a fight.
“HARMONY IS 18 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 2 WINS…2
LOSSES….and 0 KILLS!”
She gets a mixed
response from the crowd, as would be expected from a relative newcomer with a
50/50 record and no kills. She steps up
onto the mattress and walks to the opposite end of it before turning and facing
the doorway, waiting patiently for her opponent.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING
THE CAGE….IN THE LIGHT CRÈME FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…..JULIE!”
The young brunette
gets a healthy cheer from the majority of the spectators as she strolls
casually down the aisle. She sees me
sitting in my cage side chair and rushes over for a pre bout make out session. I can see Harmony sneering at us as Julie
grinds her crotch against my crotch. I
massage her butt, running my fingers along the inside of the waistband of her
floral print panties. The crowd is
loving it.
“OOOohhhh… I’m gonna
WASTE that skank!” She purrs into my ear
just before she dismounts me. I came
very close to splooging into my pants, but I need to save that for whoever the
winner of this fight tends up being. From
this point on the two fighters lock eyes and appear completely focused on each
other. Julie saunters slowly into the
fighting cage and steps up onto the mattress.. They look like they want to
spring right into each other but that would be a violation of Bloody Mattress
protocol and they would find themselves quickly at the mercy of the CityModerators who oversee the proceedings here.
“JULIE IS 21 YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 47 WINS…26 LOSSES…AND 7 KILLS!”
“WHEN THE BELL RINGS…….FIGHT!”
The megaphone rings
out into silence and now a few tension building minutes slowly pass. Harmony and Julie glare icily into each other’s
eyes. Their nipples are hard with the
excitement of impending combat and they bounce up and down on their heels with
excitement. It was already established
in the last fight that the whole cage is open for fighting today, so there will
be no fear of the Tazer field rendering them unconscious if anyone ends up off
the mattress.
I’ve never seen
these two go at it before, so it should be interesting…
DING! DING! DING!
Before the bell is
even done ringing the two girls step forward and exchange a couple vicious face
slaps.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK!
Then they grab each
other by the hair and let out a wild howl of pain and determination. The crowd goes nuts.
Harmony continues to
straddle her destroyed opponent for several seconds, gasping in lungful’s of
air as her perky round breasts rise and fall excitedly. She is victorious! The cage is unlocked and I walk in as she
stands slowly over her victim. She
grinds her heel into Julie’s neck as we make out to the delight of the crowd.
“Come on baby” she gasps into my ear. “I want you inside of me. Right here.”
With that she boot Julie’s limp body off the mattress. Her dead weight rashes against the wall,
rattling the chain links loudly before settling into the dirt ground between
the mattress and the wall. Then Harmony
pulls me down onto the blood soaked mattress and within a few seconds we are
engaging in sexual intercourse while the ravenous women surrounding the cage
cheer us on.
“OOOOohohhhh…” Harmony
moans as I finish her and her arms fall back onto the mattress.
“That was good…” She
purrs as I pull my shorts back up. Then she pulls her fighting panties back on,
spits a glob of bloody mucus at her still out cold foe, and strolls out of the
arena. I return to my chair while the at girls hurry in and drag Julie’s limp
and bloody body out of the fighting cage by the feet. She will be in the hospital for a few days I
think.
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