8-15-2474 Nicole vs. Yasmine

 

Nicole vs. Yasmine

(The Poison Lair)

It is almost midnight and I have just made it to my ring side seat in time for the Midnight Death match announcement.

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR TODAY’S FINAL FIGHT!”

 

The crowd goes wild in anticipation. 

 

“A BIRTHDAY GIRL DEATH MATCH!!!”

 

Another raucous cheer goes up from the almost all female crowd.  I relax back into my comfortable ringside chair and take another sip of my delicious gin n’ tonic.  As usual, I have no idea who the combatants will be in this battle, but I am obligated to reward whichever one survive the brawl with victory sex.  This is a duty I never complain about.

 

“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE BLACK PANTIES AND THIGH HIGHS….NICOLE!”

A loud cheer goes up as the veteran brawler strolls quickly down the aisle.  She does not look at all surprised to see me sitting next to the ring and swings a leg over my lap before plopping down onto me, her crotch rubbing against my already stiffening member.

 

“I knew you’d come to watch me waste another one of these pathetic whores.” She purrs right before her lips touch mine.  F0rever the tease, the veteran brawler just lightly brushes my lips with hers before swiftly dismounting me and climbing into the ring to go to her corner.

 

“NICOLE IS 32 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 136 WINS…49 LOSSES…AND 26 KILLS!!!”

 

The crowd erupts into frenzied cheers for the seasoned female fighter.  TO last into one’s thirties in the violent world of the Green Tower City fighting venues is an accomplishment indeed.  Few girls make it past age 23 or 24 here.

 

The raven haired woman gives her traditional smirk as she waits for her opponent to be announced.  

The teenage fighter gets substantially less of a response as she walks down the aisle.  A few women cheer, apparently aware of her brief Outer City career, but most of the women on the stands here have never heard of her.  They are used to seeing hopeful 18 year-olds get dispatched here in their first pro fight.

 

I myself have seen the young pigtailed fighter in a few matches in the Outer City, and indeed she is a tough girl, but I wonder if she is any match for the vicious Nicole.  She walks quickly up to me and climbs into my lap for a much more passionate make out session.  The crowd stirs as the young woman grinds her crotch against mine and our tongues dance together.    

 

“All right baby, keep it hard for me while I put this washed up old hag out of her misery.”

 

As she dismounts me, I am certain her request will not be a problem, though I wonder if she really has a chance against the Raven haired Nicole.  She and the older woman glare icily at each other as she climbs through the ropes and goes to her corner.

 

“YASMINE IS 18 YEARS OLD AS OF MIDNIGHT AND THIS IS HER FIRST PROFESSIONAL FIGHT!”

 

“IT’S ABOUT TO BE HER LAST FIGHT!”  Someone in the crowd yells out and several women laugh.  Yasmine seems unphased by the catcalls.

 

The Executioner now enters the ring.

 

“OK LADIES!  APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING!  MAKE NO ATTACKS OR YOU WILL BE EXECUTED IMMEDIATELY!”

 

The two women walk quickly out of their corners and march straight towards each other, stopping just inches apart.  They know it would be foolish to ignore the rules of the Poison Lair with the notorious Executioner standing right there.  The mysterious masked woman continues.

 

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

 

“YES!”  Yasmine calls out excitedly.

 

“Of course.”  Nicole responds much more calmly, sneering at her young foe.

 

“TURN AROUND AND RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS.  WHEN THE BELL RINGS….FIGHT!” 

 For an instant it looks like the two women are going to lunge into each other, but then they turn their backs and stride slowly towards their respective corners as instructed. 

"I'm going to do you slow."  Nicole hisses over her shoulder.

"OHHH I'M SO SCARED!"  Yasmine sneers sarcastically.  This fight is going to be JUICY. 

  The Executioner steps through the ropes and disappears into the inky blackness surrounding the flood lit ring. Time passes.  The Poison Lair will not ring the bell until the exact stroke of midnight, which is still a few minutes away.

 

“ENJOY YOUR LAST FEW MINUTES OF LIFE LITTLE GIRL!” Nicole shouts at the 18 year old standing opposite her in the small squared circle.

 

“HMPH!  YOUR ABOUT TO GET PUT OUT TO PASTURE YOU WORTHLESS OLD HAG!”  Yasmine shouts back fearlessly. She definitely has plenty of confidence.

 

DING! DING! DING!

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1-3-2479 Kendra vs. Suzie

 Kendra vs. Suzie

(The Junior Fight Ring)

I start my day out at The Junior Fight Ring, where rumor has it a promising new fighter from Madagascar is making her fighting debut in the very first match.  I get there a little early as usual, and am relaxing in my ringside seat enjoying my first of many White Russians when the overhead lights darken, indicating that the first match is about to get underway.  The crowd cheers.  The loudspeaker booms into life.

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  WELCOMME TO THE JUNIOR FIGHT RING!”

 

Another cheer from the small sold out arena. 

 

“NOW ENTERING THE RING…IN THE BROWN PANTIES AND RIDING BOOTS….KENDRA!”

 

The brown skinned warrior woman strolls confidently down the aisle and walks over to me for the customary pre fight make out session.  Lately there has been a noticeable influx of Women of Color flowing into the city from all over the world, possibly inspired by my own presence in the city.  The thought makes me proud.  Kendra is a sexy young woman, and her hard muscles pressing against my body as I kiss her make me think she has probably been in quite a few scraps in her home land.

 

She dismounts me and climbs through the ropes, going to her corner for the rest of her introduction.

 

“KENDRA IS 21 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST PRO FIGHT!”

 

The young black woman gets a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. 

 

“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE MAGENTA PANTIES WITH PURPLE BORDERING….SUZIE!!!”

 

The crowd groans as the young blonde jobber runs down the aisle towards the ring.  She rarely wins a fight, but you have to admire her confidence.  She quickly runs over to me and hops into my lap, grinding her crotch against mine as we make out to the delight of the crowd.  Getting the girls horny before a fight always makes the battles that much more intense and the crowd loves it.

 

“I’m going to WASTE that nigger bitch for you baby!”  Suzie purrs as she climbs off me and hops into the ring.  The two young ladies begin to walk towards each other, but a stern look from the City Mod on the outside of the ring reminds them to remain in their corners until the bell is rung.

 

“SUZIE IS 19 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS…36 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!”

 

“BOOOOO!!!!”

 

“HISSSSSSS!!!”

 

“YOU SUCK BITCH!”

 

Kendra displays no emotion as she calmly regards the younger blonde woman standing in the opposite corner.  Personally, I feel like Suzie is about to get hauled off to the hospital, possibly very quickly.  I’m looking forward to seeing what this newcomer can do.

 

DING! DING! DING!

And the two young girls CHARGE into the center of the ring. 

THUD!  Kendra immediately slams a fist straight into the bridge of Suzie's nose, sending her staggering backwards, blood spraying from her nose. 

"AUUGHHHHH!"  she wails and Kendra steps in and slugs her in the gut. 

PLUD!  Suzie drops face first to the canvas and curls into a fetal position.  Kendra swiftly snatches her long blonde ponytail and pulls her up to a squatting position. Then she knees her in the face. 

PLAP!  Suzie flops onto her back, splattering more blood across the gray canvas.  She goes limp.  SHE'S OUT!  Kendra stomps her in the crotch.

SPLUD!  Suzie lurches but then immediately goes limp again.  The black girl bends down and snatches her prey by each foot and drags her butt first across the canvas, spreading her legs apart at just the right angle, at which point she drops a knee straight into her unsuspecting crotch.

The hated blonde is immediately torn back into consciousness.  She lets out a yelp of agony and tumbles over, trying desperately to squirm away.  Kendra rises slowly over her clearly inferior foe. allowing her to squirm a few feet away, then suddenly lunges forward and grabs Suzie by the pony tail, yanking  her back to her feet.  

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING WHITE CUNT?  THIS IS A FIGHT!"  She slugs Suzie in the gut, sending her back into the ropes.  Suzie bounces off and flies straight back face FIRST into Kendra's swinging closed fist. 

THUD!  Suzie spits out a tooth as she flops onto her back and jerks violently. Kendra lunges forward and catches her with a savage flying boot to the face as she is already falling forward.  Suzie plops face first to the canvas, lurches once, then goes limp. Kendra is already raising her boot for a finishing stomp when the warning bell is FRANTICALLY rung. 

DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!

THUD!

The final stomp gets another quick reflexive jerk from the destroyed Suzie, and a bit more blood is splattered, but Kendra then raises her arms and presents her victory flex. 

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The Harmony Chronicles Chapter 4 Harmony's First Hiatus

 CHAPTER FOUR:   HARMONY’S FIRST HIATUS

Late in the afternoon I finally wake up from a deep sleep.  For a few minutes I wonder if the whole thing had been a dream, but I quickly realize I am in bed alone, and the room is still COVERED in blood from the long nasty battle. 

Harmony is going to be in the hospital for at least a week.   She expects me to be in bed with another woman when she returns.  Someone who will give her a good challenge. (Her words.)  I look about at all the blood permeating the pink carpet and make up my mind.  The carpet has got to go.  If my girlfriend wants to be a bedroom fighter, hard wood floors will be much easier to clean, and will hopefully help her dispatch her foes quicker, and not the other way around.

I spend the afternoon ripping up the carpet.  The floors underneath are in pretty good shape but need a quick buffing, so I go rent some equipment.  At the end of the day the floors are sparkling and clean.  I sleep alone for the first time since Misty beat my girlfriend to a pulp.  I go out for breakfast and then visit Harmony in the hospital.  She is once again in an induced coma, and already some of the bruising on her face and stomach is fading.  I sit by her for awhile but she is unaware of her surroundings so I begin to make my way down the road to Stillwell, the closest town. 

The small town we live near has only three fighting venues; the one at the High School where Harmony dispatched Ashley and two pro venues, one a dingy little hole in the wall called Maverick’s, and the other a slightly more upscale auditorium called “Fight Night.”  I need to find someone for Harmony to fight when she gets out of the hospital, so I figure this is a good place to start.

I watch numerous fights throughout the day, and at midnight a special Death Match is announced.  This is the fight I have been waiting for.  I have informed management that I will take home the winner of this fight if she will have me.  This news has increased the excitement level in the sold-out little venue substantially, and I am given a comfortable sort of throne to sit in next to ringside, in an otherwise standing room only venue.

The blood from the last fight is mopped up and then, after a long break in the action during which time I get myself another cocktail from the bar…the first combatant is announced!

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL FIGHT OF THE EVENING TO BEGIN!” 

A loud cheer goes up from the ladies surrounding the small squared circle.  I am the only male present tonight, which does not surprise me too much.  There aren’t many of us left in the world these days.

“THIS FINAL BOUT IS TO BE A GRUDGE MATCH…A FIGHT TO THE FINISH….A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!!”

A wild cheer goes up from the throng of women packed in around the small fighting ring. I look about and take a sip of my gin n tonic.

“NOW APPROACHING THE RING….IN THE MUSTARD YELLOW PANTIES…..ANDREA!!!”

The door at the back of the club sides up and a young woman with long straight deep red hair in dark yellow panties strolls confidently down the aisle.  She is greeted with a mixture of cheers and boos. She ignores them, keeping her attention on me as she walks towards the ring.  She comes up to me and presses her body against me.  We kiss.  The crowd cheers.  She is CUTE.  My dick throbs in anticipation as she approaches me.

“I’m glad you came to watch me kill this sank.” She coos in my ear before tumbling under the bottom rope into the ring.  She hops up spryly and goes to her corner.

“ANDREA IS 22 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 37 WINS….14 LOSSES…AND 4 KILLS!”

Another mixture of cheers and boos.  Andrea crosses her arms and glares at the fighter entrance, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her opponent. 

“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING….HER OPPONENT….IN THE WHITE AND BUE STRIPED PANTIES…GIZELLE!” 

With this the door slides up again and another young woman walks down the aisle.  This girl has short blonde hair and along with her fighting panties she wears thigh high stockings. 

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU WHORE!”  She howls as she quickly makes her way down the aisle. She sees me standing by the side of the ring and runs over to me, wrapping her arms around me and moving in for a make out session to the delight of the crowd.  Andrea glares at us from her corner, and then, right as I’m about to cum into my pants, she pushes off and climbs through the ropes.  For a moment the two young women look ready to spring into each other, but reluctantly remain in their corners.  There aren’t a lot for rules when it comes to these fights, but following the specific protocol of the fight venues is an absolute must for anyone who does not wish to die a quick and humiliating death at the hands of The Executioner, the mysterious masked women who preside over all legally sanctioned death matches.

Several minutes pass.  Venues such as this love to milk the excitement of the crowd as long as they can.  The tension in the packed room builds and builds, then…finally…

DING! DING! DING!

 

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