Tuesday, June 28, 2022

McGoll

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10-14-2473 @ The Kennel

While waiting for the long awaited team deathmatch at the Padded Room, Ishmael is surprised to learn that The Kennel is just about to host a minor (four fighter) elimination tournament. With barely enough time to even get there before the OC venue’s apparent start time, he didn’t even have time to find out who was taking part before sitting down. He hoped to see some familiar faces, but was a little worried that multiple favourites might be showing up.

As it turned out, the first two were both fighters he knew, if had seen infrequently.

Leslie vs. Maggie
(The Kennel)


The pair of brunettes both stalked out in front of the small crowd to scattered cheering. The jungle girl Leslie paced with a predatory look around the smirking brunette Maggie.

Both brunettes wore yellow taken off a dead enemy, with Leslie in the rough hide of a butchered tiger while Maggie proudly displayed the panties of a house ginger who’s skull she’d bashed into an unpadded turnbuckle. Circling the Kennel’s cage, they both seemed equally proud of their trophies as their names and stats were read out.

Neither being inner city fighters, the pair were officially matched with three outer city kills each, although Ishmael suspected that Leslie had probably fought more back in the jungle. As they stepped into the cage, Maggie suddenly shouted in excitement, “I’m gonna enjoy peeling that musty hide off your corpse, jungle-cunt!”

With the fighters both situated in the cage on their knees, Leslie bracing herself against the chainlink wall while Maggie crouched forward on her hands and knees, the bell was rung.

DING! DING! DING!

Hurling themselves forward with startling speed, the brunettes slammed into one another in an exchange of furious punches. Scrambling madly in the dirt, it’s anyone’s match from the outset.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Rolling back and forth, it’s a unrelenting flurry of blows as Maggie lands some truly potent hits on Leslie’s taut stomach, but the jungle girl expertly hammers her enemy in the face repeatedly. Drilling her punches into Maggie’s mouth, Leslie snarled as her opponent’s head snapped backwards with each focused hit.

Ending up momentarily on top, Maggie reared up and screamed, “You’re fucking dead, you stupid jungle cu-” getting cut off when Leslie’s heels slammed in under her heaving breasts and crushed her into the top of the short cage.

Cackling sadistically, Leslie lowered the stunned Maggie down and plugged her once with each fist before once again shooting her feet out. The cage flexed as Maggie’s body smashed up into its top once again. The stunned brunette wheezed in pain as she was once again lowered into Leslie’s waiting fists.

WHAM! WHAM!

The small crowd cheered as Maggie’s blood sprayed across the dirt, but the brunette somehow managed to respond by swinging a leg up between Leslie’s legs. The jungle girl’s eyes bulged in shock as her spread apart crotch took the blow without preparation. Spasming violently, Leslie launched her enemy sideways to collapse awkwardly against the cage wall.

There was a brief moment of rest as the brunettes both lay there groaning, Leslie clutching her bruised crotch while Maggie tried and failed to pull herself up twice. The crowd was screaming the names of their individual favourites, urging them to get back up and fight, and exploded into cheers as Maggie finally pushed herself up and lurched forward with a wordless snarl.

Slapping Leslie’s hands away when the jungle girl tried to grab at her, Maggie gripped the cage top and drove her knee down into her enemy’s ribs with added force. Pinning Leslie to the dirt floor, Maggie snarled into her face as she latched fingers around the downed brunette’s throat, “I told you, bitch! You are fucking de-”

CRUNCH!

Maggie spewed blood as Leslie’s fist collapsed her windpipe, streaking right up between her blood flecked breasts in a perfect strike once she was in range. As the wide eyed brunette fell to her hands and knees beside the calmly smirking jungle girl, she coughed up more blood and tried fitfully to crawl away in a blind panic.

Rolling off her back, Leslie stalked her prey, moving silently as the choking brunette whirled around, her bloodshot eyes filled with terror. Maggie whimpered pitifully as Leslie gripped her chin from behind and twisted sharply.

CRACK! THUMP!

DING! DING! DING!


Maggie’s corpse slammed face down to the dirt floor as Leslie crowched hands on hips behind her. The jungle girl wasted no time, literally tearing the yellow panties off her victim moments after the victory photo was snapped.

Crawling out of the cage as Maggie’s body was hauled out the far side, Leslie smirked confidentally at Ishmael as she stalked over to him. Swinging around to press her tiger striped ass into his crotch as she faced the cage, the brunette clearly wanted to watch the next fight, and claim her trophy properly later.

Misuki vs. Kozu

(The Kennel)

As soon as Maggie’s naked body was dragged from the ring and carelessly thrown against The Kennel’s inner wall, the next two fighters were both brought out to circle the cage. Ishmael, with a purring Leslie grinding into his crotch, was surprised to see a pair of Japanese teammates come out opposite one another.

Misuki, wearing nothing but black panties and with her long hair dyed a platinum blonde, had apparently challenged her own teammate to this fight to the finish, blaming her for some loss. Or at least that was the rumour as the pair’s screaming at one another was only ever in Japanese. Kozu, in identical black panties but with her shoulder length hair a silky black, had eagerly accepted, just as angry with her longtime ally after their lackluster showing in GTC.

Instead of circling, the pair stood on opposite sides of the cage, shrieking rapidly at one another in Japanese too rapidly and at the same time for anything but a confused gibberish to come out of any listening translator device. Kozu gripped the cage top as she leaned forward and screamed hatefully at her onetime ally, who stood with her arms crossed under her generous breasts, speaking less shrilly but just as quickly.

Smashing her fist down onto the chain link top, Kozu launched herself into the cage, motioning for Misuki to get in as well. The announcements had only just formally introduced each fighter over their continued pitched argument when they both scurried forward, the bell only just sounding before they locked up.

DING! DING! DING!

Kozu definitely landed the first blow, slapping her blonde opponent with a sharp crack that knocked her to the side. But the platinum haired beauty responded with a crotch rake that brought the shrieking Kozu right up into the cage top and falling awkwardly to her back.

Misuki gleefully pounced on her former friend, immediatly sinking her claws into Kozu’s breasts as she drove her knee down between the brunette’s legs. The crowd screamed in bloodthirsty ecstasy as Misuki ducked back, narrowly avoiding a wild haymaker aimed at her jaw, and responded with a brutal downward punch that crushed Kozu’s head against the hard ground.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

One hand gripping Kozu’s bloody tit with whitened knuckles, Misuki used the other to absolutely demolish her former teammates face. Smashing the brunette woman’s head back and forth, as well as throwing in a few more downward slams, it was obvious the blonde could finish this at any time.

To her credit, the stunned Kozu did somehow manage to fight back. Burying her fist in Misuki’s side, the downed fighter slammed an open palm up under the surprised blonde’s chin. Roughly shoving Misuki back, Kozu lamely tried rolling over and pushing herself to her hands and knees. Moving slow, she only got as far as she did because the blonde allowed it.

Jumping on the woozy Kozu, who shrieked in terror, Misuki managed to once again sink her nails into tender titflesh. There was a flailing of limbs as Misuki fell backwards, launching Kozu up and over in a flip that skinned the brunette’s knees on the cage top and crushed her head first into the ground.

WHAM!

The cage’s chain links shook as Misuki expertly rolled to the side, winding up on her knees, looming over the splayed out Kozu. Gripping the brunette’s scalp, Misuki pounded a fist down into the crosseyed woman’s stomach, delivering almost a dozen blows before there was any sign of life from her victim.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUD! THUD! THUD! CRUNCH!

Kozu’s big brown eyes suddenly widened in shock as she both heard and felt her rib break under Misuki’s relentless pounding. Spitting up blood, the brunette feebly tried to thrash her tormentor off her, but screamed wordlessly as the blonde dragged bloody claws across her chest in response. Her weak hands shaking, Kozu craddled her ruined chest as Misuki let go of her head, letting her fall limply to her back.

Gripping the top of the cage, Misuki had her lips peeled back in an animalistic snarl as she shot her heel forward, bracing herself to deliver a savage stomp that caught Kozu in the side of the head and sprayed blood across the dirt floor, dotting the outside of the cage red.

Whether Kozu was dying or not, her jaw was certainly broken as she lay limply in the center of the cage. Misuki made sure to end any speculation though by delivering another full power stomp that flattened the brunette’s throat, a spurt of blood shooting out of the certainly dead woman’s mouth as the devestating blow landed.

CRUNCH!

DING! DING! DING!


Giggling happily as she kneeled over the brutalized corpse of her onetime friend, Misuki gave a big wink in Ishmael’s direction, then drew a thumb across her neck as she locked eyes with the coldly smirking Leslie. Gripping Kozu’s piss filled panties by the top of the crotch, Misuki roughly tugged them off, tossing them out of the cage but remaining in it herself as she waited for the second loser’s body to be hauled out, and her next victim to enter.

Kozu’s body joined Maggie’s as Leslie leisurely stood up, the brunette didn’t seem perturbed by the vicious killing as she calmly walked towards the cage and swung in on her knees. Both fighters grinned at one another, entirely confident of who was going to walk out of here, and who was going to be dragged.

Misuki vs. Leslie
(The Kennel)

Stuck on their hands and knees, the fighters circled the perimeter of the cage, eyes locked on one another. The blonde softly whispering threats that Leslie no doubt couldn’t even understand without a translator, while the jungle girl just stared back with a detached lack of interest.

When the bell did ring, after several tense minutes of buildup, the crowd was howling for blood.

DING! DING! DING!

Leslie and Misuki both skidded across the dirt floor in their eagerness to get at one another. The brunette grabbing the cage top to swing her feet forward in a powerful kick while the Asian fighter lunged forward, managing a very hunched charge at the last moment. Leslie’s foot skimmed the blonde’s firm tits but didn’t land, and gave Misuki a perfect opening.

WHAM!

Leslie was ripped backwards as Misuki spear-tackled her despite the confined space. Smashing her head as the Asian landed on her, the jungle girl thrashed blindly as her vision spun. Catching Mitsuki under the chin with a backhand, she only narrowly avoided being mounted with her arms pinned at her sides.

Failing to catch Leslie’s still free arm, Misuki shrieked in fury at being prevented from securing her victory. Dragging her nails down Leslie’s face, the blonde took multiple blows to the face that knocked her head back and forth as she lost her place on top of the brunette.

Misuki collapsed to the side, rolling away just as Leslie’s fist came down right where her throat had been. Coming up on her knees opposite the recovering jungle girl, the blonde spat blood out to the side and lunged forward again. Even as Misuki tried to overpower her opponent though, the brunette somehow met her punch for punch while getting her knees under herself.

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD

CRACK!

Blood misted into the air as Leslie landed a savage uppercut right through Misuki’s defences. The brunette didn’t pause for a moment though, practically throwing herself to the ground in dodging the Asian’s wild haymker response before hurling herself forward in a blistering flurry of punches aimed directly at Misuki’s chest.

Toppling backwards with a scream, Misuki found herself half-pinned by the brunette, who continued battering her breasts while slapping her defending arm away. Gasping in pain, the blonde rammed her palm up under Leslie’s chin and shoved her back, just far enough that she managed to get a knee up in between them and kicked out hard.

Leslie’s head dragged across the cage roof as she was hurled backwards. Landing in a heap, the jungle girl shoved herself up off the ground and whipped around just as an enraged Misuki closed on her.

This time the flurry of punches between the two screaming fighters was much slower than before. Sweaty bodies pressing against one another, the bruised and bloodied women threw everything they had at one another. Breasts mashed together in the confined space, they slammed blows into one another’s ribs and belly, each trying desperatly to come out on top.

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

The crowd knew that whoever came out on top of the brutal slugfest would probably end up winning this thing, and so there were increasingly loud shouts for each fighter to “Finish her!” and the steadily growing chant of, “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” quickly reaching a feverish pitch. The bloodthirsty audience wanted to see the night’s third kill, and didn’t particularly care who ended up dead.

Blood sprayed up into the cage top as Misuki landed a devastating uppercut that crashed in under Leslie’s chin, knocking her head back with a sharp snap. The blonde fighter gasped in surprise as her enemy flopped listlessly to her back, nearly collapsing forward herself and breathing heavily.

The chanting grew louder as the exhausted Misuki mounted the unconcious Leslie. Squeezing the jungle girl’s breasts between her thighs, the blonde ran her bloody hands through matted hair and worked herself up for the perfect finish.

SMACK!

Misuki wanted Leslie to be awake for her death, and delivered a full power slap across the brunette’s cheek, grinning madly as she watched life flicker back to the soon-to-be-dead girl’s eyes. Swinging a just as brutal backhand to slap Leslie’s head the other way, the Asian fighter laughed wickedly and shouted in rough English, “Die now jungle whore!”

CRUNCH!!!

Spewing blood and broken teeth, Misuki collapsed backwards in confused agony as Leslie suddenly lashed out with her unpinned arm, landing a shockingly powerful blow right to the yelling woman’s mouth. The blonde crawled backwards on her hands in bewildered pain, her eyes unfocused as she shook her head back and forth to clear it.

Looking just as haggard as the drooling Misuki, Leslie awkwardly hauled herself up. Following after the blonde at a determined crawl, the jungle girl caught up with her enemy when she ran out of cage. Grabbing the Asian fighter right by her crotch, she dragged Misuki towards her as she landed a weak punch on the woman’s belly.

Forgetting entirely about their cheering for her death a moment ago, the audience chanted Leslie’s name as she knee dropped on to Misuki’s stomach. Piss pooled out of the Asian’s black panties as the brunette slugged her across the lips, there were wet crunches as Leslie picked up the pace, brutally battering her broken victim’s face apart.

Misuki’s feet kicked spastically as she was demolished. Either Leslie was too weak to finish her off quickly, or she was purposefully holding back to extend Misuki’s suffering. The blonde whimpered pathetically as Leslie dug claws into one of her brusied tits to keep herself up as she leaned forward to begin a much more dedicated series of downward punches.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

Rising up, the blood spattered Leslie howled in victory as Misuki shuddered feebly beneath her. Flexing her tight muscles, the jungle girl watched gleefully as the blonde’s twitches eventually subsided, eventually laying still in the growing puddle of blood and piss.

DING! DING! DING!

Swooning from her own injuries, Leslie gripped Misuki’s black panties with both hands and roughly hauled them off the corpse. Leaving the blonde’s body to be tossed with the others, the jungle girl crawled out of the cage under her own power. Letting Ishmael help her at that point, the brunette nearly had to be carried over to the trophy room.

Swooning from her own injuries, Leslie gripped Misuki’s black panties with both hands and roughly hauled them off the corpse. Leaving the blonde’s body to be tossed with the others, the jungle girl crawled out of the cage under her own power. Letting Ishmael help her at that point, the brunette nearly had to be carried over to the trophy room.

With characters by Ishmael Greentower


Molly VS Hazel

11-12-2478
The Padded Room

Molly is challenged to a death match by an old enemy and readily accepts, asking Ishmael to come watch her make her first kill. Meeting up outside the back entrance of The Padded Room, the redhead is eager to not only engage in her first unregulated fight to the death, but with an old enemy as her opponent, and with her man watching.

Waiting for the prearranged time, Molly and Ishmael fool around, but with the ginger actively avoiding anything that will either rile her up too much, or tire her out. Eventually, too horny to risk continuing, Molly kicks him out to calm down and await being let into the small padded room alone with her enemy. With nearly an hour to go though, Ishmael decides to see if that very opponent had shown up yet.

Molly’s rival, fresh from the academy where she stayed to train while Molly left at eighteen, is a longhaired brunette named Hazel. Wearing the glossy black panties of a House Raven alumni, the smirking Hazel claimed to have recently “won” them a few weeks ago in a private encounter. Much less cautious than Molly, the energetic brunette has no hesitation in stripping off her trophy, and almost violently fucking Ishmael for nearly an hour, only stopping once her five minute warning timer sounds.

Let into the fighting area at the same time, Molly and Hazel circle the edge of the padded wall. Both trying to look as unconcerned as possible, while making sure to not actually take their eyes off one another. While attacking before any kind of bell would be looked down upon, there were no moderators here, and the Padded Room was famous for it’s complete disregard for rules.

Even with the starting bell, neither fighter jumped forward, keeping up the seemingly calm circling.

DING! DING! DING!

Licking her lips as she ran her fingers along the band of her black panties, Hazel called across the small area, “Nice undies, bitch. I think pink will suit me, so try not to shit yourself when I fucking kill you!”

Hands on her hips, Molly was already fuming as she turned towards the brunette and began stomping across the cushioned floor. Growling, “We’ll see who winds up dead, WHORE!” she ended with a scream and dove forward with her fists raised.

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!

Despite looking unprepared right up until Molly was inches from her, Hazel reacted lightning quick, raising her fists and stepping back just enough to match the oncoming Molly on equal terms. Bracing against the padded wall briefly, the brunette kicked off hard, throwing herself forward and knocking Molly off balance with a shoulder to the tits. Pivoting hard, Hazel was grinning with manic glee as she landed a full power haymaker right between the ginger’s eyes.

WHAM!

Rocked back by the surprise blow, Molly’s shoulders hit the wall. Bouncing back slightly, the redhead managed to dodge to the side as Hazel attempted to bury a foot in her midsection. Slapping the brunette with the back of her hand, Molly stumbled back a few paces, accidentally giving Hazel a moment to recover.

The young fighters bodies slapped together as they both lurched forward, fingers digging into one another’s breasts. Having been able to get a little more momentum, Molly slammed her opponent back into the wall, bringing her knee up between the brunette’s legs in a solid stinging strike right at her already sore pussy. Stunned in response when a thrashing Hazel headbutted her, once again hitting right between her eyes, the ginger’s eyes crossed as she momentarily slumped against her enemy.

Shoving Molly off, Hazel slid partially down the wall, clutching at her bruised cunt for a few seconds, gasping from the pain. Seeing Molly start to get back up though, the brunette snarled in rage and pushed herself forward. Lashing out with a kick aimed at the ginger’s face, she instead caught her in the breasts as Molly tried to dodge, nearly lifting her right to her knees with the power of the blow.

Landing a powerful jab right to Hazel’s breast, Molly got her feet under her and charged back into the fray with reckless abandon. The brunette managed to completely redirect the first punch, and grabbed one of Molly’s pigtails, using her free hand to try and punish the berserk redhead.

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD CRACK!

Her head being dragged down by the deathgrip on her hair, Molly still had the advantage due to having both hands free. When Hazel’s grip loosened slightly, the redhead took advantage and raised a fist up under Hazel’s jaw, dotting her face and chest with the brunette’s blood. Shoving the dazed Hazel back with a rough palm strike to the tits, Molly followed after the stumbling woman, pumelling her as she fell against the wall.

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!

Focusing on Hazel’s perky tits, Molly laughed cruelly as the brunette tried to slap her across the face and she blocked the blow, ramming her open palm in under Hazel’s chin. Driving the wild-eyed brunette’s head back into the cushioned wall, Molly kept her effectively blinded long enough to deliver a full power knee once again up between her legs with a solid THUD.

Hazel went rubbery at the knees, her overstimulated pussy crushed, she would have collapsed forward on to Molly only for the ginger to once again uppercut her in an even greater spray of blood. Bloodshot eyes rolling, the brunette swung a wild backhanded fist that actually managed to catch the overconfident Molly in the side of the head, and let her fall in the opposite direction as the stumbling redhead.

On her hands and knees, Hazel spat up blood and moaned, trying to get her feet back under her, she shrieked as her long hair was grabbed from behind. Molly’s knee driving in between her shoulder blades, Hazel screamed in pain and terror as her head was wrenched back, her body forced down as a cackling Molly hauled back on her hair.

Wrapping Hazel’s hair around her fist several times, Molly strained, keeping the gasping brunette in the agonizing hold even as her arm shook from the exertion. Finally forced to drop her knee, she reached down with a free hand to dig her nails into tender titflesh, pulling Hazel up to her knees, whose shaking hands were pathetically trying to slap at the ginger.

Fitfully gasping, Hazel suddenly let out a loud clear scream as Molly’s grip on her breast tightened, whitened knuckles crushing it while sharp little nails dug in deep. Her blood seeping through the ginger’s fingers, Hazel stopped trying to free herself and merely craddled her ruined tit as Molly released it, piss running down her thighs.

With a contemptuous frown, Molly gripped Hazel’s chin from behind with both hands, and ripped it to the side with devastating force. The brunette’s eyes flashed with shock for the barest of moments before her neck gave out with a terrific CRACK!

DING! DING! DING!

Letting the spasming Hazel collapse to her back, knees folded under her body, Molly slammed her heel down between the dying brunette’s tits. Raising her arms in a victorious flex, Molly shouted in sudden elation, “Yeah!” With the realization that she’d come out of her first deathmatch alive and relatively uninjured, she was more ready than ever to get her victory fuck.

With Ishmael being allowed in to pleasure the winner, Molly lowered down over top of her still warm kill. Peeling off Hazel’s own trophy panties as the first of her collection, she crouched over the limp brunette, wanting her other trophy to take up position behind her.

With characters by Ishmael Green


What If Machine: A World Without Beth

1-20-2550
Utilising a recently rebuilt predictive model machine and the viewtron assembly extricated from the strapped-down violent AI that developed it. We can once again see what “could have been” in the city we all know, love, and refuse to move to out of fear for our very lives.

Originally programing in an alternate history where the still reknowned warrior Beth died before getting to the city, three lab techs were lost in the ensuing explosion... So now, the much more likely altering event was made to be “What If Beth had never travelled to GTC.” Which while the machine smoked and made some worrying groans, it did manage a “probably” accurate readout of alternate historical significance.

As an aside, we checked on just what Beth did instead in this fantastical alternate world. Evidentally she was crowned the Death Goddess-Queen of New Austrailia after wiping out over a hundred other fighters in less than a year. Her spreading cult eventually took over the entire nation state and invaded New Japan in the early 2480’s, causing a worldwide crisis... But that’s not what we are here to deal with today! So on to the alternate history.

2-20-2475
Without Beth making her debut, it is an otherwise normal day at the Poison Lair. Some bloody matches, but nothing particularly noteworthy.

2-24-2475 Desiree VS Harmony @ The Poison Lair
The first major difference, and it’s a doozy! With Desiree still alive having never been challenged by a certain birthday girl, she and Harmony have their much awaited showdown, and it is the showdown of the year! Starting out as a true match of equals, the pair managed to keep up a blistering twenty minute fistfight before one started to come out ahead. Bruised, bleeding and woozy, Harmony began to get the upper hand, getting an equally bloodied Desiree down on her knees. In desperation though, the blonde raked her nails up along Harmony’s crotch, dropping her to the ring floor. The screaming crowd never let up as, over the course of three hours, Desiree ruthlessly tortured her opponent before finally, once Harmony was shuddering and on the verge of bleeding out anyway, shattered her neck and dropped the raven-haired brawler’s nude corpse out of the ring.
Desiree KILLS Harmony!

3-20-2475 Daisy VS Layla @ The Bloody Mattress
Without Beth, the timeline becomes even more scewed the longer time goes on. With fighters she killed existing far longer in the city and creating grudges that never existed normally. Once such grudge is that between Columbian wrestler Layla and the blonde brawler Daisy. One day, at high noon, the pair decided to end their recent grudge, having fought four times in the last month with a dead even record. The match is grueling, with the fighter staggering back and forth across the cage before suddenly, Layla gets her legs around the downed Daisy’s neck and crushes her throat with one perfect twist.
Layla KILLS Daisy!

3-30-2475 Andrea & Chrissy VS Babygirl @ Babygirl’s bedroom
In a red light induced bedroom fight, both Andrea and Chrissy arrive at the same time, agreeing to team up, they jointly tear Babygirl apart. Deciding to form up as a tagteam, they easily agree to share Ishmael as they drag the blonde out to the curb.

4-25-2475 Penelope VS Naomi @ The Poison Lair
In a twist of fate, Naomi arrives at the city and immediatly challenges a veteran blonde to a deathmatch. Instead of Beth, she ends up facing off with the pigtailed Penelope. In the following match, Naomi barely even even lands a single blow while getting beaten back and forth acros the ring. Finally landing a stinging punch right to Penelope’s tit, the brunette pays for it by being slowly strangled ring center. After dropping Naomi to the ground, a twitching mess, Penelope lights up a victory cigarette and eventually puts it out on the dying girl’s nipple.
Penelope KILLS Naomi!

4-25-2475 Penelope VS Ewyn @ Penelope’s bedroom
Challenging Ewyn to meet her for a private fight after brutally executing Naomi, Penelope quickly finds she’s bitten off more than she can deal with. Being kicked right through her bedroom door, the pigtailed blonde tries to desperatly grab a decorative glass lamp and swings the heavy object at her oncoming enemy’s face. Ewyn simply dodges the blow, uppercuts Penelope, and finishes her for good with a swift stomp to the throat. As a gurgling Penelope is still dying, Ewyn heads back to the bedroom, in the morning she’ll claim it as a clean kill seeing as Penelope tried to use a weapon on her.
Ewyn KILLS Penelope!

5-7-2475 Farrah VS Camille @ The Poison Lair
The longer the timeline diverges, even just by months, the trickier things get. Now it’s not just Beth’s kills, but the victims of her kills who are making changes. Originally killed by Harmony, Farrah instead challenges the sultry Camille for her birthday girl match. While Camille initially puts up a good fight, it doesn’t take long for Farrah to overpower her and beat her down. The blonde is shrieking for mercy as she tries fleeing from the ring, only for Farrah to grab the ropes for stability, and stomp on the back of her head till the blonde shits her panties and eventually dies facedown in a puddle of blood and broken teeth.
Farrah KILLS Camille!

10-1-2475 Battle Royale @ Amazon Arena
Let’s skip ahead a bit, with Beth out of the picture, the city’s fighting scene will obviously change quite a bit. But in particular the famous Battle Royale will be altered significantly.

Ultimately having many of the same fighters, with only the additions of Farrah and Desiree in place of Beth and Camille, the Royale ended up lasting about three times as long, without Beth to wipe out opposition quickly. Starting with the predicable death of Alyssa by Lori’s foot, the rest of the long match played out significantly different. In order:
Ewyn KILLS Charity, via throat stomp!
Natalie KILLS Inga, via turnbuckle face bash!
Andrea & Chrissy KILL Noel, via smother and strangulation!
Raija KILLS Lori, via surprise neck snap!
Patti KILLS Raija, via neck scissors throat crush!
Ewyn KILLS Monique, via head stomp!
Farrah KILLS Gloria, via knee to the face!
Ewyn KILLS Luna, via face punches!
Brandi KILLS Heather, via ass smother (determined legal as she was unconcious during the kill)!
Desiree KILLS Ewyn, via head stomp!

The Royale would ultimately be won by Rachel of all fighters, having been knocked unconcious by Heather less than a minute after entering the ring, she woke up and managed to sneak attack a barely concious Patti seconds after the redhead throttled an exhausted Desiree unconcious. With eleven dead of the twenty fighters dead, the event was still considered a huge success, even if it was won by a complete jobber. Oddly enough, it also included the deaths of every fighter originally killed by Beth as well.

10-11-2475 Patti VS Rachel @ The Bloody Mattress
As soon as she gets out of hospital, the redheaded Patti issued a challenge to the Battle Royale “winner” to meet her in a grudge match at the Mattress. Rachel, seeing the days rules were the strictest they could be, agreed, hoping to throw the redhead off the Mattress and watch her get tazered unconcious. Instead, two minutes into the fight, an enraged Patti had the screaming brunette pinned under her as she ruthlessly tortured the woman’s pussy and tits. The bloodthirsty crowd was shocked when, at their usual cries of “Kill her!” the furious ginger complied. In a totally illegal move, Patti slowly strangles the life from Rachel, and is dragged off the dead woman’s body laughing madly.
Patti KILLS Rachel! Is thrown in prison immediatly following.

12-7-2475 Janie VS Andrea @ Private Abandoned Area
At long last! Something normal, the (at this point in the future widely known event) time that Andrea set off to face off with her great enemy. Starting out as expected, our viewtron lets us watch the classic duel between two young fighters fully aware that only one will walk away. However, in a surprise twist, Andrea didn’t come alone! As Janie sits on the beaten Andrea, prepared to end this grudge with a smother, Chrissy hops the fence and kicks her right across the mouth. Ruthlessly kicking and stomping on Janie’s ribs, Chrissy waits for the heavily wounded Andrea to recover, and assists her in positioning the terrified Janie on the fence. With Chrissy gripping Janie’s body, Andrea grips her hair and pulls her throat down on the metal bar until they hear the distinctive crunch of her throat giving out.
Andrea (& Chrissy) KILL Janie!

4-30-2476 Desiree & Heidi VS Nicole & Traci @ The Poison Lair
Jumping ahead again, this time we see another matchup that never even came close to happening in reality. Desiree, having been repeatedly ambushed by both Nicole and Traci individually lately, every time she turns on her red light, challenges both brunettes to end their grudge with her. Teaming up with Heidi, who was recently tortured to near death by Traci, it’s a true grudge match. At first the brunettes take control of the entire fight, Nicole keeping Desiree busy as Traci savagely beats Heidi again. However when Heidi buries her boot in Traci’s crotch, things swing right around with amazing speed. Before Nicole knows whats happening, Heidi kicks her in the back of the head from behind, and Desiree shatters her neck with one perfect twist. Traci is pissing herself as she is hauled back from her flight out of the ring, and Desiree holds her down as Heidi goes to work with her boots. A bloody quivering mess is all that’s left of Traci when Heidi finally dispatches her with a stomp to the throat.
Desiree KILLS Nicole!
Heidi KILLS Traci!

5-15-2476 Heidi VS Crystal @ The Kennel
Feeling supremely confident after her recent slaying of Traci, Heidi immediatly challenges Crystal after recovering. In a classic panties only brawl though, Crystal quickly gets Heidi down on the dirty floor and chokes her out with a knee. Viciously clawing Heidi’s panties from a bright blue to a bloody red, Crystal strips the weeping blonde before tit smothering her for added humiliation.
Crystal KILLS Heidi!

2-26-2477 Fiona VS Brigitte @ The Poison Lair
Another decent jump, and we find something interesting indeed. With Janie having never even made it to the pro leagues, and Harmony long dead as well, Fiona’s entrance to the city is about to hit a substantial change. With her brutal slaying of Sarah a week ago, the pink haired fighter is a dangerous opponent for sure, yet otherwise pretty unproven, and able to find opponents. Tonight that opponent is Brigitte, looking exceptionally eager and confident as she paces in her heels. That confidence fades away fast as Fiona easily batters her back and forth across the ring. The fight takes a turn when the blonde manages a high kick that actually stabs into Fiona neck in a spray of blood, but the near fatal blow only enrages the pink haired woman and she actually lifts the shrieking Brigitte into the air before ramming her down on a knee with bone crushing force. Her spine shattered, Brigitte shits herself as Fiona staggers from the ring seeking immediate medical help.
Fiona KILLS Brigitte!

3-27-2477 Fiona VS Yolanda
With nobody yet able to stand up to the dangerous Fiona, the date she was originally killed by Harmony comes up next. Instead, we find the punk rocker going head to head with the stoic Yolanda. The black jungle girl seems entirely unworried, but by now the crowd has gotten used to Fiona’s skill and is cheering her name before the fight can even begin. Unlike Fiona’s other fights, this one is pretty even, Yolanda’s sharp nails cutting across Fiona’s skin as she bashed the black fighter back and forth with superior form. By the time Yolanda is dropped drooling to the ground, Fiona is a gasping bloody mess herself. The crowd still chants her name excitedly as she falls to her knees and proceeds to brutally beat Yolanda to death, one slow face punch at a time.
Fiona KILLS Yolanda!

4-7-2477 Emily VS Tia @ The Poison Lair
Well that’s interesting, with Yolanda dead, Emily decided on challenging a different veteran for her birthday match. While the slender Tia is a much more proffesional fighter than the jungle girl, she doesn’t match Yolanda’s strength and from the outset seems at a suprise disadvantage against the wild Emily. Neatly kicking Emily in the crotch though, the cackling Tia looks about to finish off her opponent with a throat stomp when Emily grabs her ankle and breaks her knee with a savage kick to the side of it. Tia’s shrieks of agony reverberate through the arena before suddenly cutting out with the wet snap of her neck as Emily mounts her from behind and delivers the finishing blow. Taking Tia’s decorative panties as a wearable (after a wash) trophy, Emily avoids the boots, preferring to fight bare foot.
Emily KILLS Tia!

4-10-2477 Farrah VS Fiona @ The Poison Lair
Having racked up more kills than originally, Fiona continues her habit of simply accepting any challenger, and winds up in the ring with Farrah. The pigtailed brunette goes for a completely offensive approach, hoping to overwhelm the punk rocker from the outset. Unfortunatly for the younger girl, Fiona not only matches her but overpowers her inside of the first minute. It’s a slow bloody one-sided affair, with Fiona punishing Farrah for splitting her lip in the first few punches. By the time Fiona forces Farrah up into her armpit and shatters her spine, the fight has been over for a quarter of an hour.
Fiona KILLS Farrah!

4-23-2477 Fiona VS Maria @ The Poison Lair
Continuing her killing spree, Fiona challenges the feisty brawler Maria, and finally meets a proper match. Blow for blow, step for step, Maria manages to keep up to the pink-haired killer. The fight takes nearly an hour of prolonged, tortuous combat, and at the end, both women are on their knees, gasping for breath, their bodies reduced to bloody bruises. The crowd doesn’t know who to cheer for as the pair grip each other around the neck and squeeze, but when the death buzzer sounds, it’s Maria who flops on top of the limp Fiona. It doesn’t take long for the mods to realize that the dark skinned babe is equally dead, her throat crushed even as she choked the life from her enemy.
Fiona & Maria KILL one another!

8-8-2477 Andrea VS Chrissy @ The Hole
After a monumental falling out after a failed teamup against The Twins, Andrea and Chrissy are ending a six month long feud that could only end one way. Choosing the Hole, Andrea challenged Chrissy after losing a particularly unfair bedroom fight. The match is more even than expected, with the pair having been sparring together for years at this point, and fighting competitively for months, but eventually Andrea gets the upper hand when she trips Chrissy face first into the cage and rips her back and forth, shredding her face and tits mercilessly. The small crowd cheers as the redhead slams the quivering brunette to her back and sits on her ruined face, letting her asphyxiate slowly instead of ending it instantly.
Andrea KILLS Chrissy!

11-28-2477 Queen Of The Mattress Elimination Tourney
Originally the tournament where Angela decided to prove her stripes as something other than a bedroom fighter, and was brutally killed by Lori, lets see how the changes have altered it.
Round 1:
Amanda KILLS Mandi- No change there...
Round 2:
Desiree KILLS Zowie- Interesting! One hell of a neck snap too.
Round 4: Finale
Angela KILLS Amanda! In a grueling back and forth, Amanda seems to have the upper hand until she fail to dodge a major uppercut and is stunned long enough for Angela to punch her full power in the throat! The veteran falls to her knees spewing blood until Angela grips her chin and savagely breaks her neck.

5-17-2478 Yvonne VS Ursula @ The Bloody Mattress
Here’s something entirely unique! A match between fighters that both entered the city long after Beth and never had any particular grudge with her anyway. Apparently Ursula, generally nursing a grudge with Stephanie, challenged her younger sister to meet her at the mattress, taunting her to not tell Stephanie. Yvonne apparently complied, as her older sister isn’t there to watch as the Ukrainian fighter gleefully beats her down, and bashes her face into the dirt just off the mat until long after she’s shit her grey panties and stopped twitching.
Ursula KILLS Yvonne!

5-18-2478 Ursula VS Stephanie @ Private Abandoned Area
While I guess this match would never see the light of day normally, our viewtron tech allows us to find it rather easily. At Stephanie’s challenge, Ursula meets her on the roof of an old boxer’s training hall called “The Proving Ground” in the middle of the night. It’s a long and brutal back and forth, silent without the roaring crowd both women are used to by now except for the relentless sound of fists connecting. Managing to get behind Ursula, Stephanie digs fingers into the front of her underwear and lifts the brunette right off the ground by her crotch. Trying to force the desperate Ursula off the roof, Stephanie is stopped when the brunette kicks off the lip of the building, landing on her with a elbow digging into the redhead’s ribs. The sun is coming up when an exhausted Ursula finally climbs down the ladder on one side of the building, walking past the stripped naked broken body of Stephanie lying on a wrecked and rusty junked car roof.
Ursula KILLS Stephanie!

7-2-2478 Alice VS Alison @ The Poison Lair
Another interesting one! Alice the fighting ballerina, shows up and challenges Alison on her 18th birthday. While the white panty wearing brunette savagely beats her initially, the blonde surprises everyone when her legs lash out before Alison can mount her. In a classic ballerina beartrap, Alice gets a desperate Alison under her and chokes her unconcious. By the time a recovering Alice stands, marches around the ring, and delivers a brutal stomping to the brunette’s exposed throat, the crowd is cheering her name.
Alice KILLS Alison!

8-25-2478 Alice & Alicia VS Adrian & Amber @ The Padded Room
With many fighters gunning for the new fighting ballerina, her older sister stepped in to protect her as a tagteam partner. The pair of blonde ballerinas already have multiple wins under their waistbands and have attracted the attention of the city’s premier sister team up. Agreeing to fight in just panties, two vs two, it’s blondes vs redheads in a fight to the finish. It seems the twins are forever fated to die by ballerina hand though, as while Alicia easily overpowers and tortures Adrian, Alice prevents Amber from saving her sister. Her fists dripping blood, Alicia calmly walks over and grabs Amber, pinned by her sister. While Alice is obviously outraged when her older sister snaps Amber’s neck herself, the pair take their victory stances over the dead twins.
Alicia KILLS Adrian & Amber!

11-18-2478 Desiree VS Claudia @ The Poison Lair
Another years long feud that never existed before the alteration! Tonight the crowd cheers on a pair of blondes, one in red, one in blue. Claudia almost casually takes control of the match from the beginning, tripping Desiree at the outset and savagely stomping on her ribs multiple times before backing off. Letting the wounded Desiree recover enough for a fistfight turns out to be a grave mistake though, as while Claudia gleefully takes her opponent apart in a one-sided fistfight, Desiree suddenly trips her in return and sends her crashing face first into a turnbuckle. Before the crowd can even switch cheering names, Desiree stomps on the back of Claudia’s head with a wet crunch, ending the match as the downed blonde pisses herself, barely two seconds after being in complete control.
Desiree KILLS Claudia!

12-22-2478 Andrea VS Molly @ The Bloody Mattress
A long simmering grudge that could have never existed before is actually about to end. The gingers have agreed to a deathmatch after each easily won a lesser fight earlier in the day at the same venue. Each one knowing Ishmael fucked the other already, they each plan to go home with him, the losers panties in their fist. It’s a spectacular brawl, with everything from an extended fistfight, to a long wrestling exhibition, all under the strictest of Mattress rules. Never having stepped a toe over the edge of the mattress, Andrea finally elbows Molly in the nose, and mounts her while she’s still stunned. The crowd hoots it’s approval as Andrea hauls on red pigtails, snuffing Molly for good with her overexcited pussy. Leaving Molly for the mat girls, Andrea leaves with the dead woman’s panties wrapped around her bruised knuckles.
Andrea KILLS Molly!

1-10-2479 Babygirl VS Sherry @ The Poison Lair
Another highly interesting match, as the fighters facing off were both alive in history at this point, but never tried to kill one another. Somehow, Beth never arriving at GTC created a snowball effect where these two, due to perhaps a lack of other grudges, began a rivalry. While normally, the smart money would be on Babygirl, it seems that months of dueling with the pigtailed blonde specifically have made Sherry a much more dangerous fighter than she is classically known to be. It’s a dead even event, with both women periodically looking to make the kill, the crowd switching cheers accordingly. But in the end, it is a bloody and broken Sherry that collapses to her knees, unable to do anything as Babygirl circles her like a predator. Ripping Sherry’s head back by her scalp, the former prostitute delivers a brutal kick to the face that knocks Sherry to her back, and sets her up for a ring shaking stomp to the throat.
Babygirl KILLS Sherry!

2-4-2479 Miranda VS Maria T @ Liz’s bedroom
Another highly interesting match. Ishmael is invited by a pair of slave owning women to watch as their top slaves duel to the death. Miranda having been recently captured by Mary, and Maria T having been a slave of Liz for years at this point... apparently (didn’t notice that one, huh). Allowed their normal outfits, the slave girls both seem overly excited to get to fight for Ishmael once again. It’s not much of a fight though, with Miranda mangling Maria as soon as she’s allowed to. Liz is furious as her top slave is screaming for help from her mistress before being cut off for good by a booted stomp to the back of her neck. Before Miranda can make a victory pose though, Liz marches forward and grabs her by the tits, hammering a punch into her face. Enraged, Mary steps in to break it up and the whole thing devolves into a wild brawl, right over the still twitching body of Maria. Miranda is down and drooling blood as her mistress screams for her to help, followed by the harsh crack of Liz shattering her neck. With Mary murdered, Liz ends up going to jail, while Miranda, and the black fighter’s other slaves are released.
Miranda KILLS Maria T!
Liz KILLS Mary!

2-14-2479 24 Girl Valentine’s Day Brawl @ Amazon Arena
Much like the (in)famous battle royale a few years ago, this one event draws the eye. With the fighter lineup having been altered quite a bit over the years, it’s almost unrecognizable really. Here’s the major breakdown though:
Crystal KILLS Paige! Barely six minutes into the long brawl, Crystal makes history come early with a surprise elbow to the throat.
Regina & Ursula KILL Emily! In what could only have been a pre-agreed teamup, Ursula and Regina single out Emily as she’s nearly battering Trixie into an early grave, and savagely unleash on the blue-panty wearing brunette. Barely considered a clean kill, Emily takes minutes to die of brain damage after the vicious stomping they give her head.
Babygirl KILLS Cyndi! Twenty minutes after the third last fighter (Regina) has finally collapsed, Babygirl scores an entirely clean kill by throwing the exhausted Cyndi back into a turnbuckle, and breaking her neck with a brutal kick to the bottom of her jaw.
Babygirl is announced the winner, a significant departure from her original death at Harmony’s hands.

4-2-2479 Alice & Alicia VS Natalie & Felicity @ The Poison Lair
A curiosity for sure, while the fighting ballerinas have been making a name for themselves, far eclipsing the almost forgotten Lori, another pair of blondes have rocketted to the top of the team fight lists without ever facing them. Natalie and her heeled apprentice Felicity are the undefeated team “Blonde Noir.” Having wrecked every team they come up against, the pair eagerly accepted a deathmatch challenge from the jealous ballerinas. Two minutes into the match though, and all Alicia can do is scream from the sidelines as Felicity stands over her unconcious sister, and ever so slowly pushes her heel in under the limp blonde’s chin. While Natalie isn’t known for her cruelty, her systematic destruction of the grieving Alicia can only be described as sadistic. Eventually cornering the remaining ballerina so that Felicity can brace her, Natalie beats a standing Alicia to death, letting her corpse slump to the ground, shitstained panties sticking straight up.
Felicity KILLS Alice!
Natalie KILLS Alicia!

5-21-2479 Brandi VS Angela VS Tiffany VS Andrea @ The Padded Room
An interesting potential deathmatch is held at the padded room, panties only (which only really effects Brandi anyway). Held between four women Ishmael voted as “top smotherers,” the only way for a fighter to score a kill is to first smother an opponent unconcious, and then finisher her without lifting off, easier said than done in a four way fight. Brandi and Tiffany are both shoe ins, with Andrea joining due to her recent love of facesitting during deathmatches to draw out the kill, and Angela added as she’s the only fighter Ishmael has seen make more than one titsmother kill in her career. From the bell, the fight in complete chaos, all four ending up in the center of the small room. Tiffany claws Brandi’s pussy, Andrea kicks Angela in the head, Angela knees Tiffany in the face, Brandi backhands Andrea across the eye. Eventually, all four are bloody and winded, staggering back into two groups. Angela trips up Brandi by kneeing her in the crotch, and slams her ass down over the redhead’s face, while Andrea manages to force her tits over Tiffany’s mouth in a standing bearhug. Angela, having felt Brandi stop squirming, simply watches as Tiffany breaks out of Andrea’s hold and begins a brutal fistfight with the ginger, gently rubbing her overstimulated crotch as Brandi fitfully tries to breath through cotton. Bashing Andrea’s head between her knee and the wall, Tiffany knocks her opponent out, and is taken down by a flying tackle from the victorious Angela. Smashing Tiffany against the padded wall, Angela traps the exhausted brunette between her heavy breasts, and doesn’t let up till the pink-pantied fighter slides down the wall with her eyes rolled back into her head.
Angela KILLS Brandi!
Angela KILLS Tiffany!

6-20-2479 Regina VS Crystal @ The Poison Lair
After Crystal recently ruined “a night of fun” by mangling Regina with her boots during a bedroom match, Regina challenges the former prostitute to a non-death grudge match. Much to the crowds shock and delight, Regina shows up wearing a pair of black boots she took from Crystal over a year ago after previously wrecking her in another failed ambush. The fight is gruesome, with the two raven-haired beauties tearing into one another with claws and boots, with Crystal eventually choking Regina to the verge of unconciousness. Letting Regina recover as she circles her though, Crystal anounces that she’s not going to settle for a choke out KO, and wants Regina on her feet when she clean kills her tonight. The “rematch” is even more brutal, with Regina managing to get behind Crystal and mangle her tits pretty bad before being elbowed away. As Crystal turns to face her enemy though, a high kick to the chin snaps her head back with a wet crunch. On wobbly legs, a spastic Crystal collapses to the ring floor, a triumphant Regina’s bloody boot slamming down between her breasts a second later in victory.
Regina KILLS Crystal!

8-13-2479 Queen of the Mat @ Catfight Cavern
A special all day tourney, where Molly originally killed Nancy in the finale match. In this altered timeline though, Molly is long dead, and Nancy died alongside her teammate Cynthia at the hands of Andrea and Janie (huh, missed that one). So instead at the far end of a day of violence, we see Gina on one side of the mat, and a overly confident Babygirl on the other. The fight is surprisingly brief, with with Babygirl more or less winning it in the openning salvo, painfully uppercutting Gina, before burying a knee in her cunt. It’s barely five minutes into the tourney’s finale when Babygirl picks a gasping Gina up by her throat, and swings her down into the ground, her skull impacting just inches off the mat.
Babygirl KILLS Gina!

12-1-2479 Kendra VS Holly @ The Junior Fight Ring
While happening on the same night, for the same stakes, this fight goes a bit diferent due to the beating Kendra recently recieved at the hands of Regina two days ago. While it’s no clean win, Holly defeats the black fighter and retains her place in the upcoming tourney.

1-1-2480 @ The Mat Club Opens
Hoo boy, after years of divergence we are finally at the end of our machine’s limit. With just enough life to get us through the famous Mat Tourney. Let’s see the lineup!
Angela- Looking to prove once and for all that she’s a pro fighter, Angela replaces Lori on the roster. Fitting as she was originally killed by her.
Babygirl- Well, with Crystal dead I guess we still needed a former prostitute in the mix.
Ursula- Replacing Stephanie, it seems appropriate given that her murder of the redhead seems to be an open secret in the city.
Joan- Well, I guess somebody had to replace Gina.
Sing-Li- With a life barely changed by the alterations, Sing-Li keeps her place on the roster.
Regina- In place of Harmony... a different raven-haired beauty with terry cloth panties.
Felicity- Fighting without backup, Felicity replaces Mary.
Suzie- “Winning” the lottery once again, confident jobber Suzie takes part as normal.
Misty- There aren’t many chicks that could replace Emily, but Misty will probably do.
Desiree- A brutal fistfighter that loves humiliating her enemies, I can’t think of a woman better suited to replacing the imprisoned Liz.
Natalie- Another eerily fitting replacement, the blonde takes Monique’s place with no idea of the irony.
Andrea- Fate works in mysterious ways. With Andrea replacing Molly, a woman she killed.
Holly- Obviously “replacing” Kendra, who failed to defeat her this time around.
Laina- With Amy a “High Priestess” in the growing deathcult following Beth in New Australia, her spot goes to Laina.
Cassie- Never even having a falling out with Raija, much less a deathmatch, Cassie replaces Sherry.
Erica- And it looks like with Patti still waiting out the last year of her sentence after murdering Rachel in cold blood, Erica is free to replace Heidi in this alternate timeline.

1-1-2480 1st Round @ The Mat Club
Ursula VS Cassie- What a dead even match, if this was a one-day tourney, the winner wouldn’t be making it past her second round after this kind of equal punishment. But eventually Ursula manages to mount Cassie and pummel her to near death.
Angela VS Erica- Erica wisely avoids the bedroom fighters deathmatch challenge, and instead simply gets beaten into a bloody pulp. Angela fully strips the redhead before cunt punting her right off the mat on her face.
Misty VS Joan- The tourney’s first official deathmatch! After a long back and forth fistfight, Joan looks to be on the verge of winning, but when setting up a final stomp to the throat, Misty grabs her foot and wrenches it t othe side with a crunch. Mounting the shrieking brunette, the ginger fighter alternates between chokes and punches to the face to put her enemy to death.
Misty KILLS Joan!
Felicity VS Suzie- Poor confident little Suzie challenges Felicity to a deathmatch. Just like with Mary, Suzie puts up no real fight, and is at the heeled blondes mercy inside of a minute. However, Mary didn’t use a high heel to sadistically slaughter the blubbering Suzie. Felicity scores another kill in her favourite way, pushing her heel through Suzie’s throat in a spurt of blood.
Felicity KILLS Suzie!
Babygirl VS Regina- Another deathmatch of equals. Both women have promised Ishmael they will make deathmatch challenges in every round, so this was inevitable. While it’s the tourneys longest match yet, taking twice as long as any other, it is a cruelly grinning Regina that eventually gets Babygirl down on her knees. Gripping a pigtail, she hammers the former hookers looks away, and lets her eventually drop facedown into a pool of her own blood and piss.
Regina KILLS Babygirl!
Desiree VS Natalie- Ooh, a good matchup of blondes, like the match before it the pair aren’t willing to let such a dangerous foe live. Desiree actually manages to strip off Natalie’s boots after stunning her with an uppercut, but it seems she should have gone for the kill, as while barefoot, Natalie proves the far better wrestler. Desiree’s screams of rage cut off with a surprised whimper when Natalie’s legs close around her neck and the crowd ehar the definitive crack.
Natalie KILLS Desiree!
Andrea VS Sing-Li- In an almost shot for shot remake of the alternate tourney match with Molly, Andrea manages to force her crotch over the Japanese fighters face, with messy results. Ishmael’s wife beats the shrieking Andrea into the mat and calmly walks off, blood still staining her lips.
Laina VS Holly- Holly is a proffesional fighter, desperately wishing she could be Natalie, and is such entirely unsuited to fighting the berserk and underhanded Laina. The brunette claws the poor blonde apart before choking her out for the win.

1-7-2480 2nd Round @ The Mat Club
Ursula VS Angela- In broken English, Ursula makes overt deaththreats to which Angela responds in kind. While the bedroom fighter makes an excellent showing, even mounting and choking the Ukranian girl, Ursula manages to reverse thigns with a jab at the raven haired girl’s eye, and savagely snaps her neck before she can properly react.
Ursula KILLS Angela!
Misty VS Felicity- The blonde is far to savy to accept Misty’s deathmatch challange, but it seems she could have made a good showing if she had. Shocking Misty with her Natalie-trained skill, Felicity doesn’t manage to overpower the redhead, but certainly out performs her. Taking two hits for every one she lands, it’s a desperate Misty that rams right through a kick aimed at her tits and slams Felicity awkwardly to the mat under her. It’s hard to catch on camera, but Misty palms the shattered tip of the blonde’s shoe heel, broken off on her chest, and drives it up under her chin. Misty wearily stands up over the spasming Felicity, responsible for the tourney’s first “clean” kill, via what was either a fortuitious palm strike, or perfectly set up murder.
Misty KILLS Felicity!
Regina VS Natalie- Regina is furious when Natalie calmly declines her deathmatch challenge, and vows to clean kill her anyway. Instead, after a shockingly quick wrestling demonstration, Natalie chokes Regina out with a forearm acros her throat. Kissing the unconcious Regina on the top of the head, Natalie stands up unbloodied, just to show off.
Sing-Li VS Laina- A panties only, fight to the finish, as per Japanese tradition. Laina tries once again to go fully berserk on a pro-fighter enemy, and ends up destroyed at Sing-Li’s superior skill. Laina begs for some kind of mercy as Sing-li choke her from behind, but only gets the Japanese girl’s claws digging in under her waistband is response. It’s a completely defeated Laina who doesn’t even struggle by the time her neck is snapped in a picture perfect manuever from behind.
Sing-Li KILLS Laina!

1-20-2480 3rd Round @ The Mat Club
Ursula VS Misty- The city rarely gets to see such ferocity. Ginger and brunette both refuse to yield and inch in the center of the mat, first fighting on their feet, then their knees, before clawing desperatly at one another as the roll back and forth. Ursula’s screams suddenly raise though when Misty gets claws under her panties, which are cut off by an uppercut that knocks teeth out. Taking her time to properly mount the stunned Ukrainian, Misty pushes her sweaty ass down over the brunette’s face and slips her bloody fingers under her own panties. Misty’s pleasurable gasps are all the crowd gets to hear as Ursula’s groggy struggles become briefly frantic, then stop altogether.
Misty KILLS Ursula!
Natalie VS Sing-li- Bare feet step on to the mat as Natalie agrees to match Ishmael’s wife in a deathmatch. It’s two highly skilled fighters that face off and it shows. Full power blows rarely land as the two circle neatly, until they both attempt spinning high kicks, and Natalie proves the faster, nailing Sing-li in the crotch while dodging the strike aimed at her head. Sing-li’s jaw shatters under a stomp a second after her head hits the match, and the finished woman is lucky Natalie isn’t typically in to torture. Natalie finishes her enemy with one perfectly executed execution stomp to the back of the head, Sing-li’s brow hanging just off the mat.
Natalie KILLS Sing-li!

1-31-2480 Final Round @ The mat Club
Misty VS Natalie- Any hope of the final round not being a deathmatch went out the window when Misty murdered Natalie’s best friend and teammate, a fact which the ginger cruelly rubs in. Taking off her boots without comment, Natalie looks calm and focused in the face of Misty’s cackling. With the bell, Misty misses with every punch she tires to throw, unable to hit the retreating Natalie. When the blonde finally stops evading, it’s for a brutal kick to Misty’s chin that sprays blood across the mat. Getting in close, Natalie ducks and dodges every single wild swing and kick as she piece by piece targets Misty’s tits, crotch and face in rapid succession. The only blood drawn from Natalie is on her unceasing knuckles, which pulverise the bewildered Misty. Getting the ginger down on her knees, Natalie growls for her to get back up for more “punishment” and seems legitimately startled when Misty simply twists around and flees at full speed. There are scream of outrage from the packed in crowd as Misty manages to duck right past a ref coming in from the side of the arena, grabbing the woman’s backup stun baton and clobbering her with it before fleeing the arena entirely.

1-31-2480 Misty VS Natalie @ The City Street
Between the enraged crowd pouring out of the Mat Club, and shocked citizens going about their evening, Misty is chased through the streets like hounded prey. Eventually collapsing in the middle of the main walk, she is gasping for air between terrified yelps as she spots a barely winded Natalie strolling after her, surrounded by cheering crowds. Throwing herself forward in desperation, Misty pisses herself when Natalie easily ducks her haymaker and responds with an uppercut that makes her vision swim. The barefoot blonde has no trouble spinning a kick right in under the ginger’s tits and knocks her back over the lip of a public fountain. Beneath the world-famous statue of Zelda, Natalie climbs into the warm, knee deep water and hauls the gagging Misty up for air. Recycled water gurgling out of the fountain goes from crystal clear to a light red as Natalie dispassionatly beats Misty apart. First aiming at each heavy breast, she ends the ginger with the kind of face punches Beth’s warrior priestesses conduct executions with, hard enough to brutalize, not severe enough to kill right away. Finally letting Misty plop limply back into the stained water, natalie strips her with one fluid move as she sinks to the bottom, standing on the edge of the fountain, she takes her victory pose right in front of Zelda’s statue, above the crowd in victory.
Natalie KILLS Misty!

With characters by Ishmael Greentower, lol duh


The Hat Trick

10-9-2479
Patti vs. Erica
(The Beach)

Patti and Ishmael were enjoying a day at the beach (not that anyone was stupid enough to go in the mutant-shark infested water), after the ginger ran into him at a cafe. Wearing a fully covering one-piece just for fun, Patti led Ishmael to a secluded area where he could tear it off her.

The day trip was cut quite short though when Erica came down the path right after the couple, having followed them right from the cafe. Wearing her usual outfit, the short-haired ginger made it immediatly clear that she was here to beat Patti into the sand, and take her man away.

The fight was short and sweet, with the redheads battering one another across the sand until Erica gripped Patti by the top and brought a padded knee up into her crotch hard enough that the top half of Patti’s outfit tore off (not quite like she’d envisioned when choosing the outfit). Launching Patti into the surf, Erica began savagely stomping the floundering redhead with her boots until Ishmael got her to stop, afraid that Patti was about to be drowned, unable to pull her head fully out of the water as Erica kept punishing her pussy and ribs.

Hauling the semi-concious Patti out of the water, Erica threatened to kill her the next time they fight, then stomped on her kneecap with a wet crunch. Taking Ishmael in hand, Erica joked about performing a “Hat Trick” if Patti was ever stupid enough to come after her, making it a fair fight. Clearly, Patti was just outmatched in the duel of redheads.

An old pro-fighter’s joke, the Hat Trick was the idea that, when already scheduled for a grudge match at the Poison Lair, a fighter would sign herself up at two OC venues that allowed deathmatches earlier in the day. The ideal being three kills within twenty four hours, all at different venues. It had been attempted of course, and actually succeeded on occasion, but few women had the skill and constitution to go the distance, even skilled veterans who made it to their intial grudgematch arriving already exhausted and winding up easily killed.

Back on the beach, Patti was left barely concious, laying in the sun. Ishmael would see to a hospital runner finding her at the secluded spot though. The crippled ginger wept in impotent rage, swearing she’d have her revenge, and completely destroy Erica the next time they met.

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11-15-2579
Patti vs. Kat
(The Bloody Mattress)

It’s been just over a month since Patti was left half-drowned and crippled after a savage beatdown by Erica. Spending that time mostly in training excpet for a few “minor” fights, the ginger challenged Erica to meet her at the Poison Lair just before midnight for a final match. Much to Ishmael’s surprise, that morning he then got an invite from the ginger to meet her at The Bloody Mattress at noon, a time typically denoting a deathmatch as well.

It was no coincidence, the crowd, already excited by the news of a high noon deathmatch, lost it when Patti walked out into view, letting her hooded purple robe fall to reveal herself, and that she was in panties only. Her deathmatch with Erica tonight being no secret, nobody expected to see her entering another one earlier in the day.

Entering after Patti’s cheers had gone down, her opponent was a longhaired brunette named Kat. Wearing a classic catfighter’s outfit, black panties and leggings, with white garters and heels to complete the look, she had accessorized with a pair of black cat’s ears on top of her head as well. Clearly pissed at being given no attention by the crowd, who were still excited by the surprise reveal of Patti, the brunette stood impatiently waiting for the bell.

A veteran fighter from the Rocky Isles, Kat had only recently hit the city and decided to spend a few months in the outer city before buying her pro card. Wearing a brand new outfit, and so far undefeated, she was pissed that as yet nobody seemed to have made much of a deal about her arrival.

With the introductions, consent of the fighters, and a brief window for gamblers to place bets, the fight was on.

With the bell, both women charged forward, getting in too close for strikes after an intial flurry of punches, they slammed to the mattress screaming and grabbing at one another. Both being primarily brawlers, the grapple was uncoordinated but even.

Everything suddenly shifted in Patti’s favour though when she stuffed her hand down the front of Kat’s panties and dug her claws in. Flipping the screaming brunette around and snaking an arm acros her throat, the ginger grinned with sadistic enjoyment as she continued clawing the shrieking brunette’s crotch mercilessly.

As Kat’s cheeks turned purple, Patti’s bloody hand finally pulled out of her ruined crotch, and began mangling the doomed brunette’s defenseless tits as the crying woman weakly slapped at her arms. When Kat finally stopped struggling, the exhilarated ginger let her flop wetly to her front, running bloody hands through her hair and breathing hard with excitement.

The audience chanted for Patti to make the kill as she gingerly plucked Kat’s hairpiece off and put it on herself to laughter from her adoring crowd. Standing up over the moaning brunette, Patti watched as the woman tried to roll over and get off her savaged tits, as soon as Kat had succeeded though, the redhead knee dropped directly onto her throat.

CRUNCH!

HERE IS YOUR WINNER, PATTI!

Inviting Ishmael out on to the mattress, Patti finally admitted to why she had challenged Kat to meet her here, she was going to pull off a Hat Trick, the old idea of a fighter winning three seperate deathmatches in a twenty-four hour period. She’d finally end her rivalry with Erica at midnight, but not before ending some other unfortunate bitch in a few hours.

Not wanting to wear herself out, and believing she’d fight better horny, Patti knealed down over the still spasming Kat, giving her man a blowjob instead of taking her traditional victory fuck. The bloodthirsty audience ate it up, and immediatly began flinging rumours on where they’d be able to see Patti next.

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Patti vs. Zuri
(The Hole)

Those fight fans who had been at the Bloody Mattress earlier were screaming with excitement as soon as the redhead was spotted entering the venue through the back entrance. Just as many of her “fans” wanted to see her wind up too injured to defend herself from Erica later as wanted to see her actually pull off the Hat Trick, but all wanted her to make it to the Posion Lair.

The Hole was only to happy to quickly set up a deathmatch for the cocky ginger. The PR of being the second part of an attempted Hat Trick, especially if it was successful, was too much to pass up. The Hole management declined any of the wave of challengers signing up that day in the hope of ending Patti’s attempt personally, and chose an unproven, but interesting opponent that had arrived in the city a few days before.

Patti’s opponent to be was a complete unknown in the city, a curly-haired black fighter from the jungle. The fact that she wore panties made from the skin of a tiger proved she was no push over though. Silent and serious like most true blooded jungle girls, she didn’t care to explain why her wristbands were apparently made from a pair of yellow panties, exactly like the kind house ginger girls typically wore.

Zuri didn’t care about Patti’s celebrity, or even who she was. The dark-skinned tiger girl had come to the city as a part of the traditional pilgrimage many jungle fighters chose to make. Looking to kill some soft city fighters, and return home with trophies, she’d asked to be matched up against any gingers looking to die for the next few weeks.

Still wearing the cat ear headband she’d stripped from Kat earlier, Patti had wisely put on her usual boots as well, rounding it all out with her classic fishnets. Blowing kisses at the crowd, many of whom where betting against her to die tonight, Patti licked her lips and taunted the scowling jungle girl across from her, “Nice panties, are they as itchy as they look?” When Zuri didn’t so make the slightest reaction, the redhead followed it up with a giggled, “Grrrrrr! So fucking serious!”

When the bell finally rang, Zuri immediatly snapped into a sprint across the small cage, focused entirely on closing in on the cocky Patti and bringing her sharp nails up to attack.

Throwing herself backwards, Patti grabbed the chain link above her ehad as she slammed into the cage edge, and brought both her booted feet up into the surprised black fighter. One foot colliding solidly with Zuri’s face, the other dug into the charging woman’s breasts, using her own momentum against her.

Zuri was hurled backwards by the braced double kick, her vision spinning a she forced herself to roll to her front. There were boos from the crowd as the black fighter was blasted back down, her tits flattening as Patti crashed a boot into the back of her head. The audience loved watching the exotic and crazy jungle girls, but Zuri was so far a disapointment.

Throwing herself to the side after an amazingly brief recovery period, Zuri actually rolled right up to her feet, her firm ass pressing against the cage mesh to stop her from falling over again. As Patti chased after her, she threw herself forward recklessly, meeting the hated ginger hit for hit in a tightly circling fistfight. Spewing blood as Patti uppercut her, Zuri still managed to absolutely punish the redhead’s chest with a series of rapid furious blows.

Keeping on top of Zuri as she stumbled backwards, Patti was screaming in exertion as she backed the black fighter against the cage wall. Taking a pounding herself from Zuri’s uncoordinated but extremely powerful swings, the ginger didn’t back down an inch. Hammering the jungle girl’s face, never giving her a moment to recover, Patti forced the desperate fighter to her knees.

Patti screamed in pain as Zuri’s claws dug into one of her tits, the other hand dragging bloody marks down her back as the woman tried to pull herself back up, clutching on to the redhead just to stay upright. Gripping curly hair, the furious ginger ripped Zuri’s head back, looking down into the black girl’s battered face, she screamed, “Let the fuck go on me!” and drilled a savage series of punches down in between Zuri’s eyes.

As Zuri’s arms fell limply to her sides, Patti didn’t relent. Throwing the junlge girl back into the cage edge, she lashed out viciously with her booted feet. The chain link wall shuddered with each brutal blow as Patti aimed kick after kick into her enemy’s ribcage and tits.

Finally stopping, Patti was heaving with exertion as she gripped the cage wall herself, standing over the shuddering Zuri, who was raggedly coughing up blood and lying on her side. Reaching down, the redhead dug her fingers into the broken woman’s scalp and dragged her to cage center, leaving a trail of blood and urine across the small fighting area.

With one last feral yell, Patti crushed her heel into the back of Zuri’s head.

CRUNCH!

Leaving her bloody boot there, Patti raised her arms and yelled, “I won! I FUCKING WON!”

HERE IS YOUR WINNER, PATTI!

When Ishmael was let into the cage, Patti was actually shivering with desire. Having made two kills in the period of a few hours, she desperately wanted her victory fuck, but once again refused to remove her panties. Crouching over her second kill, the redhead was moaning as she went down on her man once again.

With the bloody scratches, and bruises, it would take a significant portion of Patti’s winnings just to be properly presentable at the Poison Lair in a few hours. Regardless, such quick healing would be tiring, and the redhead would be at a disadvantage no matter how expensive the treatements she sought.

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Erica vs. Patti
(The Poison Lair)

The Poison Lair didn’t care what Patti had gotten up to during her day, all that mattered was that an hour to midnight, the redhead was ready to enter the ring, and looked presentable. The fact that both the grudgematch and Patti’s earlier actions had sold out the venue were just a bonus.

Erica, having been willing to accept Patti’s challenge even before finding out her rival was going to spend the day wearing herself out, looked supremely confident as she entered the ring to heavy applause. Avoiding the urge to tug at her fishnets or panties (regardless of a little thing like a wedgie), she projected the image of calm as she casually cozied into her corner.

Erica’s smug grin did falter slightly though when Patti entered, and the crowd exploded into deafening cheers. The purple pantied ginger was back to her standard look, having removed Kat’s cat ears, and replaced the fishnets that had gotten ripped slightly by Zuri’s claws, Patti looked as ready as ever, and practically skipped down the aisle.

Hurling herself over the top ropes and taking her place as she was introduced, Patti didn’t look as exhausted as she probably was. Her cuts were closed, and her bruises so faded they were nearly invisible, but Zuri had hardly gone down easy, and her freshly healed wounds would be sensitive for hours yet. Smirking over at Erica she mouthed the words, “You’re dead,” at her.

Ordered to face off, the gingers walked forward with equal strides. Meeting up close, Erica leaned into her enemy, hardened nipples pressing against Patti’s overly sensitive breasts. “I hear you had a big day, whore! Hope you had some fun, cause I’m about to tear you the fuck in half!”

Patti just calmly growled back in response, “Try not to shit yourself, cunt. I wanna nail those panties to my wall tonight!”

Agreeing to the rules, the redheads once again stomped back to their corners at an equal pace.

DING! DING! DING!

After two fights, Patti looked a little more cautious as the bell rang out. Erica however charged with a delighted scream, thudding across the ring to pin to pin her enemy against the turnbuckle. Meeting up a foot away from Patti’s corner, the two raised their fists and dove in at full power.

THUD! WHAM! CRACK! THUD! SMACK! CRACK!

Aiming several strong blows at Patti’s head to stun her, Erica ducked back and brought her boot up between the ginger’s tits. Slamming Patti back against her turnbuckle, Erica threw herself forward with a vicious grin, hammering her knee pad in under Patti’s heavy breasts.

Dragging nails down the side of Erica’s face, Patti gripped short hair as strongly as she could and headbutted the screaming woman. Her forehead colliding with Erica’s mouth, both gingers shrieked as they fell apart.

Erica sumbled drunkenly backwards across the ring a Patti slumped briefly in her corner. Her breasts aching after the booted kick, Patti still forced herself to get up and chase after Erica before the woman could properly recover. Missing with a punch, she ended up with the snarling Erica behind her, and gagged as a strong arm snaked around her throat.

Hauling back as hard as she could, Erica momentarily lifted Patti right off the ground, arm cutting off the woman’s air supply as she squeezed with all her might. Spitting blood from her split lip as the desperate Patti smashed an elbow back into her ribs, Erica was nearly knocked off her feet when Patti’s skull bashed back into her mouth again.

Taking shaky steps forward, Patti gasped for air, her neck bruised from the nearly fatal choke. Whirling around despite not being entirely ready, she threw a face punch at the same time an enraged Erica did. The redheads both connected, and collapsed to the ground with heavy thuds, a mutual knockout.

The crowd screamed for blood as a timer started, if both women were still unconcious after a minute, a draw would be called. There were howls of approval when Erica stirred first, lifting herself up looking confused as to where she was.

Erica gleefully laughed when she recognized Patti’s limp form laying tits up in front of her. Pouncing on top of the downed redhead, she feverishly stripped her of her boots, throwing one over the ring edge and swinging the other one around a few times, then bringing it down like a hammer on Patti’s upturned face.

Patti was blasted back to conciousness by her own boot burying into her eye. Coming awake swinging, she clipped the surprised Erica on the leg, but didn’t really do any damage.

Chuckling darkly as she tossed Patti’s second boot from the ring, Erica stepped back into range of the thrashing ginger to slam a heel into her tits. Stomping down heavily on Patti’s belly, she lifted her foot up again, aiming to crush her rival’s windpipe with one final blow.

Catching Erica’s standing leg by the back of the knee, Patti dug her nails in and ripped it forward. Not doing too much direct damage due to the back of Erica’s knee pad, she still sent the woman screaming to the ground beside her. Rolling over quickly, she reared back, slamming her round ass down on the shocked Erica’s upturned face. The crowd loved the sudden reversal as Erica went from in control to being smothered.

Grinding her ass down on her enemy’s face, Patti grabbed one of Erica’s tits in either hand and twisted as hard as she could in either direction. Bucking as Erica thrashed madly beneath her, the upright ginger snarled in hatred and dug her nails in. Pounding a fist down repeatedly as she held on grimly, Patti brutalized her opponent’s chest, laughing madly the whole time.

Patti’s head was snapped back as Erica desperatly swung a booted foot up into her face. Her eyes rolling, the redhead didn’t quite fall off of Erica’s face though, and managed to grab the woman’s outstretched foot, tugging herself back into position with grim determination. Reaching forward, Patti’s fingers slipped in under Erica’s green panties, the smothered redhead’s shrieks of terror muffled by Patti’s ass.

Erica’s free leg flailed randomly as Patti folded her in half, her movements quickly slowed though as she screamed away what little air supply remained to her. Blood staining her green panties, Erica’s body flopped limply to the ground with a heavy THUD as Patti finally released her leg.

Leaning forward to let her unconcious prey finally breath, Patti was snarling as she began pounding her fists down into the defenseless redhead’s breasts and belly.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Erica’s body lurched with every blow, but otherwise remained still. Her limbs splaying out as a pool of blood soaked the bottom of her panties, the redhead woke up slowly, groaning in agony as Patti latched her nails into the underside of the downed ginger’s tits and slammed her ass down once again, ripping her claws up Erica’s chest.

Her chest heaving with exertion, Patti closed her fingers around Erica’s throat, gasping softly as her hands brushed her own crotch. Squeezing as hard as she could, she shook with effort as Erica weakly twitched, her limbs still laying flat on the ground. Letting out a howl of victory, Patti gushed in her panties as she felt Erica’s throat collapse beneath her grip.

DING! DING! DING!

LADIES AND ISHMAEL, WE HAVE A WINNER!!!
WITH A STRANGULATION KILL!

PATTI!!!

Completely exhausted, Patti just continued to sit on Erica’s head. Facing down the splayed out ginger’s body, she raised her arms in a weak victory flex, looking haggard after her three big matches.

When Ishmael climbed into the ring though, Patti’s energy suddenly flooded back. Fumbling with her soaked panties, she practically screamed in frustration before ripping them off entirely. Patti didn’t even bother trying to stand on rubbery legs as she breathlessly begged for her victory fuck, barely even lifting up off of Erica’s face as she made her man take her from behind.

The crowd ate it up as they witnesed the free live-sex show. Those few dozen that had been at every one of Patti’s matches that day cheered the loudest, even many that had bet on Erica screaming the winner’s name.

While hardly the first fighter to have ever actually made the Hat Trick a reality, Patti would be the name most women came up with when joking about the dangerous prospect in future. With three new panties to nail to her wall once she eventually got home, the ginger was going to lock her door and leave the red light alone, being entirely spent.
10-9-2479
Patti vs. Erica
(The Beach)

Patti and Ishmael were enjoying a day at the beach (not that anyone was stupid enough to go in the mutant-shark infested water), after the ginger ran into him at a cafe. Wearing a fully covering one-piece just for fun, Patti led Ishmael to a secluded area where he could tear it off her.

The day trip was cut quite short though when Erica came down the path right after the couple, having followed them right from the cafe. Wearing her usual outfit, the short-haired ginger made it immediatly clear that she was here to beat Patti into the sand, and take her man away.

The fight was short and sweet, with the redheads battering one another across the sand until Erica gripped Patti by the top and brought a padded knee up into her crotch hard enough that the top half of Patti’s outfit tore off (not quite like she’d envisioned when choosing the outfit). Launching Patti into the surf, Erica began savagely stomping the floundering redhead with her boots until Ishmael got her to stop, afraid that Patti was about to be drowned, unable to pull her head fully out of the water as Erica kept punishing her pussy and ribs.

Hauling the semi-concious Patti out of the water, Erica threatened to kill her the next time they fight, then stomped on her kneecap with a wet crunch. Taking Ishmael in hand, Erica joked about performing a “Hat Trick” if Patti was ever stupid enough to come after her, making it a fair fight. Clearly, Patti was just outmatched in the duel of redheads.

An old pro-fighter’s joke, the Hat Trick was the idea that, when already scheduled for a grudge match at the Poison Lair, a fighter would sign herself up at two OC venues that allowed deathmatches earlier in the day. The ideal being three kills within twenty four hours, all at different venues. It had been attempted of course, and actually succeeded on occasion, but few women had the skill and constitution to go the distance, even skilled veterans who made it to their intial grudgematch arriving already exhausted and winding up easily killed.

Back on the beach, Patti was left barely concious, laying in the sun. Ishmael would see to a hospital runner finding her at the secluded spot though. The crippled ginger wept in impotent rage, swearing she’d have her revenge, and completely destroy Erica the next time they met.

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11-15-2579
Patti vs. Kat
(The Bloody Mattress)

It’s been just over a month since Patti was left half-drowned and crippled after a savage beatdown by Erica. Spending that time mostly in training excpet for a few “minor” fights, the ginger challenged Erica to meet her at the Poison Lair just before midnight for a final match. Much to Ishmael’s surprise, that morning he then got an invite from the ginger to meet her at The Bloody Mattress at noon, a time typically denoting a deathmatch as well.

It was no coincidence, the crowd, already excited by the news of a high noon deathmatch, lost it when Patti walked out into view, letting her hooded purple robe fall to reveal herself, and that she was in panties only. Her deathmatch with Erica tonight being no secret, nobody expected to see her entering another one earlier in the day.

Entering after Patti’s cheers had gone down, her opponent was a longhaired brunette named Kat. Wearing a classic catfighter’s outfit, black panties and leggings, with white garters and heels to complete the look, she had accessorized with a pair of black cat’s ears on top of her head as well. Clearly pissed at being given no attention by the crowd, who were still excited by the surprise reveal of Patti, the brunette stood impatiently waiting for the bell.

A veteran fighter from the Rocky Isles, Kat had only recently hit the city and decided to spend a few months in the outer city before buying her pro card. Wearing a brand new outfit, and so far undefeated, she was pissed that as yet nobody seemed to have made much of a deal about her arrival.

With the introductions, consent of the fighters, and a brief window for gamblers to place bets, the fight was on.

With the bell, both women charged forward, getting in too close for strikes after an intial flurry of punches, they slammed to the mattress screaming and grabbing at one another. Both being primarily brawlers, the grapple was uncoordinated but even.

Everything suddenly shifted in Patti’s favour though when she stuffed her hand down the front of Kat’s panties and dug her claws in. Flipping the screaming brunette around and snaking an arm acros her throat, the ginger grinned with sadistic enjoyment as she continued clawing the shrieking brunette’s crotch mercilessly.

As Kat’s cheeks turned purple, Patti’s bloody hand finally pulled out of her ruined crotch, and began mangling the doomed brunette’s defenseless tits as the crying woman weakly slapped at her arms. When Kat finally stopped struggling, the exhilarated ginger let her flop wetly to her front, running bloody hands through her hair and breathing hard with excitement.

The audience chanted for Patti to make the kill as she gingerly plucked Kat’s hairpiece off and put it on herself to laughter from her adoring crowd. Standing up over the moaning brunette, Patti watched as the woman tried to roll over and get off her savaged tits, as soon as Kat had succeeded though, the redhead knee dropped directly onto her throat.

CRUNCH!

HERE IS YOUR WINNER, PATTI!

Inviting Ishmael out on to the mattress, Patti finally admitted to why she had challenged Kat to meet her here, she was going to pull off a Hat Trick, the old idea of a fighter winning three seperate deathmatches in a twenty-four hour period. She’d finally end her rivalry with Erica at midnight, but not before ending some other unfortunate bitch in a few hours.

Not wanting to wear herself out, and believing she’d fight better horny, Patti knealed down over the still spasming Kat, giving her man a blowjob instead of taking her traditional victory fuck. The bloodthirsty audience ate it up, and immediatly began flinging rumours on where they’d be able to see Patti next.

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Patti vs. Zuri
(The Hole)

Those fight fans who had been at the Bloody Mattress earlier were screaming with excitement as soon as the redhead was spotted entering the venue through the back entrance. Just as many of her “fans” wanted to see her wind up too injured to defend herself from Erica later as wanted to see her actually pull off the Hat Trick, but all wanted her to make it to the Posion Lair.

The Hole was only to happy to quickly set up a deathmatch for the cocky ginger. The PR of being the second part of an attempted Hat Trick, especially if it was successful, was too much to pass up. The Hole management declined any of the wave of challengers signing up that day in the hope of ending Patti’s attempt personally, and chose an unproven, but interesting opponent that had arrived in the city a few days before.

Patti’s opponent to be was a complete unknown in the city, a curly-haired black fighter from the jungle. The fact that she wore panties made from the skin of a tiger proved she was no push over though. Silent and serious like most true blooded jungle girls, she didn’t care to explain why her wristbands were apparently made from a pair of yellow panties, exactly like the kind house ginger girls typically wore.

Zuri didn’t care about Patti’s celebrity, or even who she was. The dark-skinned tiger girl had come to the city as a part of the traditional pilgrimage many jungle fighters chose to make. Looking to kill some soft city fighters, and return home with trophies, she’d asked to be matched up against any gingers looking to die for the next few weeks.

Still wearing the cat ear headband she’d stripped from Kat earlier, Patti had wisely put on her usual boots as well, rounding it all out with her classic fishnets. Blowing kisses at the crowd, many of whom where betting against her to die tonight, Patti licked her lips and taunted the scowling jungle girl across from her, “Nice panties, are they as itchy as they look?” When Zuri didn’t so make the slightest reaction, the redhead followed it up with a giggled, “Grrrrrr! So fucking serious!”

When the bell finally rang, Zuri immediatly snapped into a sprint across the small cage, focused entirely on closing in on the cocky Patti and bringing her sharp nails up to attack.

Throwing herself backwards, Patti grabbed the chain link above her ehad as she slammed into the cage edge, and brought both her booted feet up into the surprised black fighter. One foot colliding solidly with Zuri’s face, the other dug into the charging woman’s breasts, using her own momentum against her.

Zuri was hurled backwards by the braced double kick, her vision spinning a she forced herself to roll to her front. There were boos from the crowd as the black fighter was blasted back down, her tits flattening as Patti crashed a boot into the back of her head. The audience loved watching the exotic and crazy jungle girls, but Zuri was so far a disapointment.

Throwing herself to the side after an amazingly brief recovery period, Zuri actually rolled right up to her feet, her firm ass pressing against the cage mesh to stop her from falling over again. As Patti chased after her, she threw herself forward recklessly, meeting the hated ginger hit for hit in a tightly circling fistfight. Spewing blood as Patti uppercut her, Zuri still managed to absolutely punish the redhead’s chest with a series of rapid furious blows.

Keeping on top of Zuri as she stumbled backwards, Patti was screaming in exertion as she backed the black fighter against the cage wall. Taking a pounding herself from Zuri’s uncoordinated but extremely powerful swings, the ginger didn’t back down an inch. Hammering the jungle girl’s face, never giving her a moment to recover, Patti forced the desperate fighter to her knees.

Patti screamed in pain as Zuri’s claws dug into one of her tits, the other hand dragging bloody marks down her back as the woman tried to pull herself back up, clutching on to the redhead just to stay upright. Gripping curly hair, the furious ginger ripped Zuri’s head back, looking down into the black girl’s battered face, she screamed, “Let the fuck go on me!” and drilled a savage series of punches down in between Zuri’s eyes.

As Zuri’s arms fell limply to her sides, Patti didn’t relent. Throwing the junlge girl back into the cage edge, she lashed out viciously with her booted feet. The chain link wall shuddered with each brutal blow as Patti aimed kick after kick into her enemy’s ribcage and tits.

Finally stopping, Patti was heaving with exertion as she gripped the cage wall herself, standing over the shuddering Zuri, who was raggedly coughing up blood and lying on her side. Reaching down, the redhead dug her fingers into the broken woman’s scalp and dragged her to cage center, leaving a trail of blood and urine across the small fighting area.

With one last feral yell, Patti crushed her heel into the back of Zuri’s head.

CRUNCH!

Leaving her bloody boot there, Patti raised her arms and yelled, “I won! I FUCKING WON!”

HERE IS YOUR WINNER, PATTI!

When Ishmael was let into the cage, Patti was actually shivering with desire. Having made two kills in the period of a few hours, she desperately wanted her victory fuck, but once again refused to remove her panties. Crouching over her second kill, the redhead was moaning as she went down on her man once again.

With the bloody scratches, and bruises, it would take a significant portion of Patti’s winnings just to be properly presentable at the Poison Lair in a few hours. Regardless, such quick healing would be tiring, and the redhead would be at a disadvantage no matter how expensive the treatements she sought.

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Erica vs. Patti
(The Poison Lair)

The Poison Lair didn’t care what Patti had gotten up to during her day, all that mattered was that an hour to midnight, the redhead was ready to enter the ring, and looked presentable. The fact that both the grudgematch and Patti’s earlier actions had sold out the venue were just a bonus.

Erica, having been willing to accept Patti’s challenge even before finding out her rival was going to spend the day wearing herself out, looked supremely confident as she entered the ring to heavy applause. Avoiding the urge to tug at her fishnets or panties (regardless of a little thing like a wedgie), she projected the image of calm as she casually cozied into her corner.

Erica’s smug grin did falter slightly though when Patti entered, and the crowd exploded into deafening cheers. The purple pantied ginger was back to her standard look, having removed Kat’s cat ears, and replaced the fishnets that had gotten ripped slightly by Zuri’s claws, Patti looked as ready as ever, and practically skipped down the aisle.

Hurling herself over the top ropes and taking her place as she was introduced, Patti didn’t look as exhausted as she probably was. Her cuts were closed, and her bruises so faded they were nearly invisible, but Zuri had hardly gone down easy, and her freshly healed wounds would be sensitive for hours yet. Smirking over at Erica she mouthed the words, “You’re dead,” at her.

Ordered to face off, the gingers walked forward with equal strides. Meeting up close, Erica leaned into her enemy, hardened nipples pressing against Patti’s overly sensitive breasts. “I hear you had a big day, whore! Hope you had some fun, cause I’m about to tear you the fuck in half!”

Patti just calmly growled back in response, “Try not to shit yourself, cunt. I wanna nail those panties to my wall tonight!”

Agreeing to the rules, the redheads once again stomped back to their corners at an equal pace.

DING! DING! DING!

After two fights, Patti looked a little more cautious as the bell rang out. Erica however charged with a delighted scream, thudding across the ring to pin to pin her enemy against the turnbuckle. Meeting up a foot away from Patti’s corner, the two raised their fists and dove in at full power.

THUD! WHAM! CRACK! THUD! SMACK! CRACK!

Aiming several strong blows at Patti’s head to stun her, Erica ducked back and brought her boot up between the ginger’s tits. Slamming Patti back against her turnbuckle, Erica threw herself forward with a vicious grin, hammering her knee pad in under Patti’s heavy breasts.

Dragging nails down the side of Erica’s face, Patti gripped short hair as strongly as she could and headbutted the screaming woman. Her forehead colliding with Erica’s mouth, both gingers shrieked as they fell apart.

Erica sumbled drunkenly backwards across the ring a Patti slumped briefly in her corner. Her breasts aching after the booted kick, Patti still forced herself to get up and chase after Erica before the woman could properly recover. Missing with a punch, she ended up with the snarling Erica behind her, and gagged as a strong arm snaked around her throat.

Hauling back as hard as she could, Erica momentarily lifted Patti right off the ground, arm cutting off the woman’s air supply as she squeezed with all her might. Spitting blood from her split lip as the desperate Patti smashed an elbow back into her ribs, Erica was nearly knocked off her feet when Patti’s skull bashed back into her mouth again.

Taking shaky steps forward, Patti gasped for air, her neck bruised from the nearly fatal choke. Whirling around despite not being entirely ready, she threw a face punch at the same time an enraged Erica did. The redheads both connected, and collapsed to the ground with heavy thuds, a mutual knockout.

The crowd screamed for blood as a timer started, if both women were still unconcious after a minute, a draw would be called. There were howls of approval when Erica stirred first, lifting herself up looking confused as to where she was.

Erica gleefully laughed when she recognized Patti’s limp form laying tits up in front of her. Pouncing on top of the downed redhead, she feverishly stripped her of her boots, throwing one over the ring edge and swinging the other one around a few times, then bringing it down like a hammer on Patti’s upturned face.

Patti was blasted back to conciousness by her own boot burying into her eye. Coming awake swinging, she clipped the surprised Erica on the leg, but didn’t really do any damage.

Chuckling darkly as she tossed Patti’s second boot from the ring, Erica stepped back into range of the thrashing ginger to slam a heel into her tits. Stomping down heavily on Patti’s belly, she lifted her foot up again, aiming to crush her rival’s windpipe with one final blow.

Catching Erica’s standing leg by the back of the knee, Patti dug her nails in and ripped it forward. Not doing too much direct damage due to the back of Erica’s knee pad, she still sent the woman screaming to the ground beside her. Rolling over quickly, she reared back, slamming her round ass down on the shocked Erica’s upturned face. The crowd loved the sudden reversal as Erica went from in control to being smothered.

Grinding her ass down on her enemy’s face, Patti grabbed one of Erica’s tits in either hand and twisted as hard as she could in either direction. Bucking as Erica thrashed madly beneath her, the upright ginger snarled in hatred and dug her nails in. Pounding a fist down repeatedly as she held on grimly, Patti brutalized her opponent’s chest, laughing madly the whole time.

Patti’s head was snapped back as Erica desperatly swung a booted foot up into her face. Her eyes rolling, the redhead didn’t quite fall off of Erica’s face though, and managed to grab the woman’s outstretched foot, tugging herself back into position with grim determination. Reaching forward, Patti’s fingers slipped in under Erica’s green panties, the smothered redhead’s shrieks of terror muffled by Patti’s ass.

Erica’s free leg flailed randomly as Patti folded her in half, her movements quickly slowed though as she screamed away what little air supply remained to her. Blood staining her green panties, Erica’s body flopped limply to the ground with a heavy THUD as Patti finally released her leg.

Leaning forward to let her unconcious prey finally breath, Patti was snarling as she began pounding her fists down into the defenseless redhead’s breasts and belly.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Erica’s body lurched with every blow, but otherwise remained still. Her limbs splaying out as a pool of blood soaked the bottom of her panties, the redhead woke up slowly, groaning in agony as Patti latched her nails into the underside of the downed ginger’s tits and slammed her ass down once again, ripping her claws up Erica’s chest.

Her chest heaving with exertion, Patti closed her fingers around Erica’s throat, gasping softly as her hands brushed her own crotch. Squeezing as hard as she could, she shook with effort as Erica weakly twitched, her limbs still laying flat on the ground. Letting out a howl of victory, Patti gushed in her panties as she felt Erica’s throat collapse beneath her grip.

DING! DING! DING!

LADIES AND ISHMAEL, WE HAVE A WINNER!!!
WITH A STRANGULATION KILL!

PATTI!!!

Completely exhausted, Patti just continued to sit on Erica’s head. Facing down the splayed out ginger’s body, she raised her arms in a weak victory flex, looking haggard after her three big matches.

When Ishmael climbed into the ring though, Patti’s energy suddenly flooded back. Fumbling with her soaked panties, she practically screamed in frustration before ripping them off entirely. Patti didn’t even bother trying to stand on rubbery legs as she breathlessly begged for her victory fuck, barely even lifting up off of Erica’s face as she made her man take her from behind.

The crowd ate it up as they witnesed the free live-sex show. Those few dozen that had been at every one of Patti’s matches that day cheered the loudest, even many that had bet on Erica screaming the winner’s name.

While hardly the first fighter to have ever actually made the Hat Trick a reality, Patti would be the name most women came up with when joking about the dangerous prospect in future. With three new panties to nail to her wall once she eventually got home, the ginger was going to lock her door and leave the red light alone, being entirely spent.
With characters by Ishmael Greentower



Emily vs. Yolanda

Emily vs. Yolanda
(The Poison Lair)
4-7-2477

Midnight at The Poison Lair, and the crowd was tense, rumors of a birthday girl deathmatch had somehow leaked, and the stands were packed. The fact that the well known jungle girl Yolanda had been spotted entering the building only assured fight fans they were about to see a brutal fight to the death. The black fighter exclusively showing up to take part in deathmatches, she always had an open spot on the b-day girl challenge board.

Coming as no surprise when, after the last matches bloodstains had been cleaned from the ring, the management announced a forty minute hiatus (meaning the last match would indeed be held at midnight), the crowd still filled the stadium with deafening cheers. At a started up chant by the audience, the previous fights winner, Jacquelyn, came out of the trophy room to publicly fuck Ishmael ring center, a warm up act to the nights finale.

As a breathless and still injured Jacquelyn was assisted from the ring, the announcer’s voice filled the stadium. “LADIES AND ISHMAEL! ARE YOU READY... FOR A BIRTHDAY GIRL DEATHMATCH?”

As the audience roared it’s approval, the announcer went right in to the entrance descriptions.

“Approaching the ring from the West entrance, in the leopard panties: YOLANDA!”

The cold eyed black fighter was a crowd favourite, as was any fighter that so brutally tore rookies apart. Never talking, it was actually somewhat unknown if she even spoke English, her name only being known due to another jungle girl filling out her registration for her. Ignoring her adoring crowd completely, the black woman climbed into the ring and stood calmly in her corner, eyes locked on the East entrance.

“And entering now, in her first ever Greentower City appearance, in the classic black panties: EMILY!”

Stomping into the arena to boos and taunts from the crowd, the House Raven graduate that entered scowled up at the ring. Grabbing the ropes, she hurled herself into the ring, ending up ring center and pacing back and forth. Obviously not about to go to her corner, the call was quickly made to just continue as normal.

“Ladies, meet at the center of the ring for face off. NO ATTACKS!”

Yolanda stepped lightly and without hurry as she calmly walked forward, staring blankly at the glowering Emily. Ending up toe to toe, nipple to nipple, Emily had finally stopped pacing, the young girl’s chest heaving already with excitement.

“This fight is TO THE DEATH! No foreign objects and no outside interference shall be allowed. This fight will continue until death or enslavement. Do you both agree to this?”

“Yes!” growled Emily.

Yolanda made one sharp nod, her allowed response.

“Then return to your corners and wait for the bell!”

While Yolanda turned on her heel, and once again calmly walked back to her corner, Emily paced backwards, almost hungrily watching her opponent walk away. With both fighters situated, the traditional hold off of the bell began, with Emily clearly itching to launch forward as Yolanda stood with an almost bored expression on her face.

DING! DING! DING!

Like a gunshot, Emily charged acros the ring as Yolanda took a few small steps forward. The black fighter raised her hands, sharpened nails at the ready as a screaming Emily crashed into her full force, knee lifted up to aim directly at the older woman’s breasts.

Yolanda was knocked right back into her turnbuckle, her nails raking along Emily’s ribs though, she slammed an open palm up under Emily’s chin. Keeping Emily up off the ground, Yolanda brought a fist up into the young fighter’s stomach with devastating strength.

All the air blasted from her lungs, Emily gripped Yolanda’s hair and brought her knee up as hard as he could. Crushing it in to Yolanda’s face, Emily fell backwards, hitting the ground hard as her enemy slumped briefly against the corner pads, her vision spinning.

As Emily rolled slowly away, Yolanda pushed off the turnbuckle with a snarl of anger. Grabbing the House Raven girl by her shiny black hair, the black fighter drew back with a fist as she snapped a foot right in between Emily’s breasts.

The leopard tooth anklets jabbing into her tits, Emily swung a fist up, and caught Yolandra right between her legs, nailing her squarely in the pussy. Slammed facedown to the ringfloor as the jungle girl fell forward, still holding her by the hair, Emily thrashed madly under the older fighter’s weight.

Delivering several furious punches to Emily’s ribs as she tried to manuever on top properly, Yolanda’s head was snapped back when an elbow lashed out and caught her on the chin. Blood dribbling from her lips, the black fighter clawed blindly at the twisting Emily, who rolled over and scooted back on her ass.

As the furious Yolanda chased after her, Emily snarled in defiance and slammed a foot in between the oncoming woman’s breasts, then lashed out with all her strength in a kick across the black fighter’s lips. Sending Yolanda flying across the ring in a spray of blood.

Nearly rolling right out of the ring, Yolanda barely caught the ropes with an outstretched arm. Her leg dangling out, she gasped in pain and gently shook her head to clear it. Spitting out a tooth into the puddle of blood under her head, she growled in rage as she started to pull herself up.

Emily howled in hatred as she recklessly shoved herself to her feet, breaking in to a run before she was even properly standing. As her enemy started to get up, the birthday girl dove forward in a blow that was as much stomp as kick, hammering her heel into a flattened tit and blasting Yolanda right out of the ring.

Smashing to the hard ground, Yolanda someraulted randomly before ending up completely splayed out. The crowd cheered though when she almost immediatly got her arms under her and pushed up off the ground with impressive speed. Charging back at the ring as a surprised Emily was halfway to climbing out throught the ropes, Yolanda slammed a fist into the younger woman’s eye, knocking her back into the ring on her ass.

Grabbing two ropes, Yolanda flung herself into the ring as Emily narrowly dodged to the side, avoiding a kick that could have caved her face in. Diving on top of the younger woman, Yolanda latched on to Emily’s throat with both hands, bashing the back of the birthday girl’s skull into the ground as she throttled her.

As Emily went limp, Yolanda let go of her throat with one hand and drew back a fist, hammering it down on Emily’s eye. Drawing back again as the young fighter’s eyelids fluttered, Yolanda was grinning sadisticly as she looked for the terror in Emily’s eyes.

The crowd’s chanting of Yolanda’s name cut out when Emily’s fist snapped out, crunching wetly into Yolanda’s throat as the black fighter crouched on top of her. Grabbing at her wounded throat with both hands, Yolanda pitched back gurgling as a gasping Emily rammed a palm into her tits and shoved hard.

As Yolanda coughed and sputtered up blood, Emily followed after her, the young girl making a low animalistic growl as she dug fingers into the woman’s hair, and ripped her head back. Smashing a punch down between Yolanda’s eyes, Emily snarled in rage as she bashed her enemy’s face apart with slow, mechanical efficiency.

Yolanda’s body made a wet splat as she was dropped to the ring floor, her ruined face upturned as she gurgled blood. The audience was stunned to silence as Emily stood over the woman, her tits heaving up and down with exertion. After a few seconds though, the first fan shouted in approval and started a riotious cheer that shook the stadium.

Spitting down on Yolanda’s face, Emily brought her foot up and savagely slammed her heel down in one rapid movement, ending Yolanda’s life with a CRUNCH as she crushed the black fighter’s jaw and neck.

DING! DING! DING!

“WHAT A FINISH!!! HERE is your victorious birthday girl… With her first kill... EMILY!!!”

As the crowd cheered her name, Emily reached down and gripped Yolanda’s panties at the hips. There were hoots of approval at the traditional stripping of the dead fighter. Then even louder yells as Emily grabbed the side of her House Raven undies and tore them right off.

Dropping her black panties on top the naked Yolanda’s destroyed face, Emily slipped on the jungle girl’s leopard-hide underwear and finally took her victory pose. Her foot slapping down on an upturned tit as she raised an arm in a flex.

The third birthday girl deathmatch winner, Emily licked her lips as Ishmael was led to the ring. Pulling one of Yolanda’s anklets off as a proper trophy, she met him at ring edge, locking lips as the crowd shouted their approval. Growling in his ear that she was done “warming up,” she pulled him down on top of her as the audience screamed for another live sex show.

-Emily vs. Yolanda
(The Poison Lair)
4-7-2477

Midnight at The Poison Lair, and the crowd was tense, rumors of a birthday girl deathmatch had somehow leaked, and the stands were packed. The fact that the well known jungle girl Yolanda had been spotted entering the building only assured fight fans they were about to see a brutal fight to the death. The black fighter exclusively showing up to take part in deathmatches, she always had an open spot on the b-day girl challenge board.

Coming as no surprise when, after the last matches bloodstains had been cleaned from the ring, the management announced a forty minute hiatus (meaning the last match would indeed be held at midnight), the crowd still filled the stadium with deafening cheers. At a started up chant by the audience, the previous fights winner, Jacquelyn, came out of the trophy room to publicly fuck Ishmael ring center, a warm up act to the nights finale.

As a breathless and still injured Jacquelyn was assisted from the ring, the announcer’s voice filled the stadium. “LADIES AND ISHMAEL! ARE YOU READY... FOR A BIRTHDAY GIRL DEATHMATCH?”

As the audience roared it’s approval, the announcer went right in to the entrance descriptions.

“Approaching the ring from the West entrance, in the leopard panties: YOLANDA!”

The cold eyed black fighter was a crowd favourite, as was any fighter that so brutally tore rookies apart. Never talking, it was actually somewhat unknown if she even spoke English, her name only being known due to another jungle girl filling out her registration for her. Ignoring her adoring crowd completely, the black woman climbed into the ring and stood calmly in her corner, eyes locked on the East entrance.

“And entering now, in her first ever Greentower City appearance, in the classic black panties: EMILY!”

Stomping into the arena to boos and taunts from the crowd, the House Raven graduate that entered scowled up at the ring. Grabbing the ropes, she hurled herself into the ring, ending up ring center and pacing back and forth. Obviously not about to go to her corner, the call was quickly made to just continue as normal.

“Ladies, meet at the center of the ring for face off. NO ATTACKS!”

Yolanda stepped lightly and without hurry as she calmly walked forward, staring blankly at the glowering Emily. Ending up toe to toe, nipple to nipple, Emily had finally stopped pacing, the young girl’s chest heaving already with excitement.

“This fight is TO THE DEATH! No foreign objects and no outside interference shall be allowed. This fight will continue until death or enslavement. Do you both agree to this?”

“Yes!” growled Emily.

Yolanda made one sharp nod, her allowed response.

“Then return to your corners and wait for the bell!”

While Yolanda turned on her heel, and once again calmly walked back to her corner, Emily paced backwards, almost hungrily watching her opponent walk away. With both fighters situated, the traditional hold off of the bell began, with Emily clearly itching to launch forward as Yolanda stood with an almost bored expression on her face.

DING! DING! DING!

Like a gunshot, Emily charged acros the ring as Yolanda took a few small steps forward. The black fighter raised her hands, sharpened nails at the ready as a screaming Emily crashed into her full force, knee lifted up to aim directly at the older woman’s breasts.

Yolanda was knocked right back into her turnbuckle, her nails raking along Emily’s ribs though, she slammed an open palm up under Emily’s chin. Keeping Emily up off the ground, Yolanda brought a fist up into the young fighter’s stomach with devastating strength.

All the air blasted from her lungs, Emily gripped Yolanda’s hair and brought her knee up as hard as he could. Crushing it in to Yolanda’s face, Emily fell backwards, hitting the ground hard as her enemy slumped briefly against the corner pads, her vision spinning.

As Emily rolled slowly away, Yolanda pushed off the turnbuckle with a snarl of anger. Grabbing the House Raven girl by her shiny black hair, the black fighter drew back with a fist as she snapped a foot right in between Emily’s breasts.

The leopard tooth anklets jabbing into her tits, Emily swung a fist up, and caught Yolandra right between her legs, nailing her squarely in the pussy. Slammed facedown to the ringfloor as the jungle girl fell forward, still holding her by the hair, Emily thrashed madly under the older fighter’s weight.

Delivering several furious punches to Emily’s ribs as she tried to manuever on top properly, Yolanda’s head was snapped back when an elbow lashed out and caught her on the chin. Blood dribbling from her lips, the black fighter clawed blindly at the twisting Emily, who rolled over and scooted back on her ass.

As the furious Yolanda chased after her, Emily snarled in defiance and slammed a foot in between the oncoming woman’s breasts, then lashed out with all her strength in a kick across the black fighter’s lips. Sending Yolanda flying across the ring in a spray of blood.

Nearly rolling right out of the ring, Yolanda barely caught the ropes with an outstretched arm. Her leg dangling out, she gasped in pain and gently shook her head to clear it. Spitting out a tooth into the puddle of blood under her head, she growled in rage as she started to pull herself up.

Emily howled in hatred as she recklessly shoved herself to her feet, breaking in to a run before she was even properly standing. As her enemy started to get up, the birthday girl dove forward in a blow that was as much stomp as kick, hammering her heel into a flattened tit and blasting Yolanda right out of the ring.

Smashing to the hard ground, Yolanda someraulted randomly before ending up completely splayed out. The crowd cheered though when she almost immediatly got her arms under her and pushed up off the ground with impressive speed. Charging back at the ring as a surprised Emily was halfway to climbing out throught the ropes, Yolanda slammed a fist into the younger woman’s eye, knocking her back into the ring on her ass.

Grabbing two ropes, Yolanda flung herself into the ring as Emily narrowly dodged to the side, avoiding a kick that could have caved her face in. Diving on top of the younger woman, Yolanda latched on to Emily’s throat with both hands, bashing the back of the birthday girl’s skull into the ground as she throttled her.

As Emily went limp, Yolanda let go of her throat with one hand and drew back a fist, hammering it down on Emily’s eye. Drawing back again as the young fighter’s eyelids fluttered, Yolanda was grinning sadisticly as she looked for the terror in Emily’s eyes.

The crowd’s chanting of Yolanda’s name cut out when Emily’s fist snapped out, crunching wetly into Yolanda’s throat as the black fighter crouched on top of her. Grabbing at her wounded throat with both hands, Yolanda pitched back gurgling as a gasping Emily rammed a palm into her tits and shoved hard.

As Yolanda coughed and sputtered up blood, Emily followed after her, the young girl making a low animalistic growl as she dug fingers into the woman’s hair, and ripped her head back. Smashing a punch down between Yolanda’s eyes, Emily snarled in rage as she bashed her enemy’s face apart with slow, mechanical efficiency.

Yolanda’s body made a wet splat as she was dropped to the ring floor, her ruined face upturned as she gurgled blood. The audience was stunned to silence as Emily stood over the woman, her tits heaving up and down with exertion. After a few seconds though, the first fan shouted in approval and started a riotious cheer that shook the stadium.

Spitting down on Yolanda’s face, Emily brought her foot up and savagely slammed her heel down in one rapid movement, ending Yolanda’s life with a CRUNCH as she crushed the black fighter’s jaw and neck.

DING! DING! DING!

“WHAT A FINISH!!! HERE is your victorious birthday girl… With her first kill... EMILY!!!”

As the crowd cheered her name, Emily reached down and gripped Yolanda’s panties at the hips. There were hoots of approval at the traditional stripping of the dead fighter. Then even louder yells as Emily grabbed the side of her House Raven undies and tore them right off.

Dropping her black panties on top the naked Yolanda’s destroyed face, Emily slipped on the jungle girl’s leopard-hide underwear and finally took her victory pose. Her foot slapping down on an upturned tit as she raised an arm in a flex.

The third birthday girl deathmatch winner, Emily licked her lips as Ishmael was led to the ring. Pulling one of Yolanda’s anklets off as a proper trophy, she met him at ring edge, locking lips as the crowd shouted their approval. Growling in his ear that she was done “warming up,” she pulled him down on top of her as the audience screamed for another live sex show.

-With characters by Ishmael Greentower






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