Friday, October 14, 2022

7-3-2473

 Casey vs. Inga

(The Bloody Mattress)

In the morning I leave Lauren sleeping soundly in bed and Doctor Green and I head out for breakfast at Alice n Mel’s.  I am enjoying my second cup of coffee at an extraordinarily leisurely rate and entertaining the notion of having a quiet solitary day for once.

 

“What if we just didn’t watch any fights today at all and kept to ourselves?”  I query to my robotic companion.

 

“Our hosts seem content to let us do whatever we want.”  He responds, “However, you do have a message from Casey.  She says she is going to make a kill for you today at The Bloody Mattress and really wants you to be there to watch her and for me to illustrate her victory for posterity.

 

“Oh man, that annoying bitch?  Doesn’t she ever give up?”

 

“The odds of her succeeding in a death match are about 1 in 1328.” Doctor Green offers up.

 

“Well, I guess we’re starting our day at The Bloody Mattress.”  It’s still a couple hours until noon, so we stroll around the Outer City for a bit.  Doctor Green messages ahead that we will be attending at least the first bout today, so management can be ready for our arrival. 

 

After a pleasant morning walkabout, we make our way to the venue. 

 

The place is already filling up with female spectators, all wearing the traditional togas of the time, all of them very eager to catch the first bout, but when I walk through the doors the excitement really begins to build.  The Bloody Mattress hospitality girls rush out to greet me, delighted that I have chosen their establishment to start my day.  I am escorted to my cage side booth and given a Tom Collins.  (My drink of choice for the day.)

 

Before long loudspeaker crackles into life…

 

 “LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  WELCOME TO THE BLOODY MATTRESS!!!” 

 

A cheer goes up from the women packed in around the cage.

 

FOR OUR FIRST BOUT TODAY…..A HIGH NOON DEATH MATCH!!!”

 


The crowd goes wild.  High Noon Death Matches are never announced in advance, but everyone is always hoping that the first match of the day will be to the death. (In fact, I suspect the bloodthirsty women of Green Tower City probably wish every fight was to the death.)  The only reason I knew is because Casey told me she is fighting to the death.

 

“NOW APPROACHING THE MATTRESS…IN THE YELLOW FLORAL PRINT PANTIES… LIGHT YELLOW FOOTIES AND SCHOOLGIRL CLOGS…..CASEY!!!”

 


The crowd groans, boos and hisses.  Casey is one of the most despised fighters in the city.  She has been stalking me ever since I first encountered her in Harbor City but has lost almost every fight I’ve seen her in.  She strolls down the aisle towards the mattress, showing no sign of apprehension. She may be an awful fighter, but she is cocky as hell. 

 

“CASEY IS 24 YEARS OLD.  HER RECORD STANDS AT 18 WINS…136 LOSSES….AND 2 KILLS!”

 

“BOOOOO!!!”

 “YOU SUCK BITCH!”

 

“DEAD GIRL WALKING! DEAD GIRL WALKING”  (They don’t even know who her opponent is going to be yet!)

 

Casey just sneers at the spectators as she steps up onto the mattress. She flashes a smile at me and mouths the words “Hey baby.” I give her a noncommittal nod.  I may end up having to fuck her after all.  Just like everyone else here I have no idea who her opponent will be.  It could very well be an ever worse jobber than she is.  At this point, nothing would surprise me in this bizarre and insanely violent world.   

 

“I’M not the one who is about to die.”  She says.  

 

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE MATRESS…HER OPPONENT… IN THE TIGER SKIN PANTIES…..INGA!!!!”


An explosive cheer goes up from the crowd.  Inga is a savage veteran of the Outer City who actually took her fighting panties off a Jungle Girl she killed and modified them to her liking.   A little bit skimpier than the typical Green Tower City fighting panties that I have seen, though thankfully not a thong, because there is just something off-putting to me about thongs.  (I can’t explain it)

 

“INGA IS 26 YEARS OLD!  HER FIGHTING RECORD STANDS AT 119 WINS…12 LOSSES…AND 24 KILLS!”

 

“INGA! INGA! INGA! INGA! INGA!”

 

Inga marches straight toward the mattress never taking her eyes off Casey, who glares back at her with contempt.  As soon as she steps up onto the mattress, the cage lowers down, trapping both girls inside the fighting area. Their breasts rise and fall heavily as they glare icicles at each other from just a couple feet away, on opposite sides of the fresh mattress.  I can tell they are making a conscious effort not to spring at each other immediately, but to do so before the bell would mean instant death for everyone  inside the fighting cage.  As always, Green Tower City protocol stands supreme.

 


“LADIES…THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!  DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS COMBAT?”

 

“YES!”  Casey and Inga shout without hesitation.

 “WHEN THE BELL RINGS…..FIGHT!”

 

Now the wait begins.  It isn’t quite noon yet and the bell won’t be rung until the exact moment the clock turns 12:00.   The excitement pulsates through the room like a wave of electricity.

 

“You should have put yourself out to pasture a long time ago you old bag.” Casey sneers at Inga, (only two years her elder)   The dark haired woman responds in a thick accent that I would identify as Hungarian, though no such place exists anymore.

 

“You are the one who will soon be dead bitch.”

 

“HMPH!”  Casey responds.  “I’m going to enjoy dragging your death out you nasty skank.  What kind of name is “Inga” anyway?  What are you some kind of gypsy?  HA!” 

 

As usual, Casey NEVER stops talking.  

 

DING! DING! DING!

 


SPLAT!!!

 

With lightening speed Inga cunt punts Casey, lifting her entire weight off the mattress for a spilt second.  She lets out a yelp and crumples into a fetal position.  She lets out a pathetic wail of agony.

 


“FIGHT IS OVER!’  Inga announces as she yanks the whimpering girl up by her hair.  She drills her in the face a couple times, speckling the mattress with blood, making her piss herself,  then Inga maneuvers herself around Casey’s back, puts her hands on both sides of Casey’s bloodied face, and…



 


CRACK!

 

Neck snap!  Casey’s body drops face down into the mattress, her ass sticking up in the air.  She is finished.  


DING! DING! DING!

 

“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!! WITH HER 25th KILL…..INGA!!!!”

 

The crowd goes wild, chanting their champion’s name. 

 

“INGA! INGA! INGA! INGA! INGA! INGA!”

 

The victorious 26 year old strikes a victory pose, showing off her perfect muscles to the ecstatic women packed in around the fighting cage.  Then the enclosure is lifted.  Inga peels the panties off the dead girl, to be added to he trophy collection, and I go up to her, ready to reward her for her easy kill.  Inga presses her body against mine eagerly, then she roughly boots the dead girl’s corpse off the mattress and into the dirt.  She pulls me down to the mattress while we kiss, to the delight of the crowd.

 

This day is off to a good start.

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