STORY COMPLETED!

 Finally finished one of the fight stories I have been working on for weeks.  Hope you guys like it. 

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Harbor City Map Progress

 I'm making this post primarily for myself, but feel free to enjoy it. I thoroughly enjoy making these maps, and I find it is an easy thing to occupy time when for whatever reason I am feeling a slump in my drawing ambition.  It may be a long time before this is "complete" 

The Pro Registry

 THE PRO REGISTRY

The Pro Registry is recognized by the New World Council as the overseeing authority in all professional fighting venues throughout the world.  Venues must live up to a certain core of standards to be allowed into the registry, and are subject to annual review once they are. 

First of all they must not be Death Match venues, unless they are given special dispensation from the NWC.  (New World Council)  The death match license has been given to several venues over the years, but there  is usually only one recognized Death Match Venue per city. (Though there are almost always several non registered ones.)

If a girl is registered as a pro fighter and fights in ANY venue that is on the Pro Registry, the results of the bout will be added to her official fighting record. 

  

LATESHA

 

Latesha was born on 10-13-2449 in Girl's Town which is 95% white.  She was bullied a great deal growing up by the white girls and learned to fight very young.  

Upon reaching high school age, she chose to attend Junior Academy, and finally found some sisterhood among the white girls on House Brunette who accepted her as one of their own.

For her senior graduation, upon turning 18, she and 2 of her House sisters who had also turned 18 engaged in a 3 on 3 death match with three 18 year old House Blonde Seniors.  Latesha was the sole survivor of the bout, and claimed the outfit of her first kill as her new uniform.  At this point she set out on her own.

Eventually she settled sown in Harbor City and began to build herself a decent reputation in the violent fighting circuit there. 

STORIES FEATURING LATESHA:

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3-17-2473 Danielle vs. Latesha vs. Mabel vs. Tanner

 

Danielle vs. Latesha vs. Mabel vs. Tanner

(The Harbor City Death Cage)

I wake up early in the morning with a naked Danielle squirming around on top of me. 

 

“I NEED TO FIIIIIIIGHT!”  She moans as I wake up with her pressing her lithe young body hard against me.  It’s been almost 5 days since her last bout, and he is anxious to engage in combat again.

 

“It’s a few hours until opening bell at the Harbor City Death Cage.  Do you think we could have some breakfast first?”  I venture.

 

“Ok” she says in a somewhat pouty voice as she slides off of me and darts into the bathroom.  “But no sex until I have won another fight!”  I hear the shower turn on and realize I am probably expected to join her, but if she is going to play games, I will play games.  I lean back into the soft warmth of the hotel bed, honestly savoring this brief moment of solitude.

 

I put in an order for sausage, eggs, toast, bacon and orange juice, and by the time Danielle gets out of the shower a hearty breakfast is arranged on the table for us.  All through our dining experience she excitedly talks about some of her kills.  It is indeed a long and violent career of fighting she has enjoyed, and I suspect this is the longest amount of time she has gone in years without engaging in battle.  After breakfast she goes out for a quick run and I rest up in bed for a bit.  She returns, takes another shower, and then it is time to head to the Harbor City Death Cage.

 

As usual, my arrival turns every head in the house.  Danielle heads off into the sign up area, and I am escorted to a specially arranged cage side seat for optimal viewing of the bout.  All the women who have gathered here to watch the fights are behind a fence roughly ten feet away from the large fighting cage.  Inside there is no ring, mat or mattress, just a large open dirt ground fighting area.

 

I go over to the bar to get a gin n’ tonic, and by the time I get back I see that the fighters are already in the fighting cage, each in her own corner.  There are 4 girls in the cage!  So this is to be a 4 Way death match!  I knew these sorts of matches were common here and I find myself wondering if I have seen the last of Danielle.  I notice that she is on my side of the cage, and almost as if she senses me thinking about her she turns and gives me a sultry wink.  She is the sheer epitome of confidence.  

 

“This won’t take too long, babe”  she assures me through the chain link wall and blows me a kiss.

 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  WELCOME TO THE HARBOR CITY DEATH CAGE!  FOR OUR FIRST BOUT….A 4 WAY FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!!”

The sold out arena full of bloodthirsty women howls it’s approval.  A spotlight shines down on one of the fighters in the cage.  It’s my companion, Danielle!

 

“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE BLACK PANTIES….DANIELLE!”

My blonde lady friend doesn’t get much of a response from the crowd, which is unsurprising as she has never been here before.

 

“DANIELLE IS 27 YEARS OLD!  SHE HAILS FROM NEW AUSTRALIA WHERE HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 125 WINS…41 LOSSES…AND 31 KILLS!” 

 

Now my blonde warrior girl gets  a healthy cheer from the crowd in response to her impressive fighting record.

 

The spotlight disappears then instantly reappears over the dark skinned girl in the opposite corner.

 

“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE DARK BLUE PANTIES…LATESHA!”

A decent roar of approval goes up from mostly from one corner of the arena, where apparently Latesha’s fanbase has congregated.

 

“KILL THEM WHITE BITCHES!!!”  Someone yells out from the back of the arena.

 

“LATESHA IS 24 YEARS OLD.  SHE HAILS FROM ZELDOS AND HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 74 WINS…9 LOSSES…AND 15 KILLS!!!”

 

The spotlight switches off and then on again, now illuminating a cute young brunette with bushy pigtails.  

 

“AND IN THIS CORNER…IN THE LAVENDAR FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…..MABEL!”

An even mixture of cheers and jeers erupts from the crowd.  It seems the ladies of Harbor City are pretty evenly divided on their opinions of this young fighting girl

 

“MABEL IS 19 YEARS OLD!  SHE HAS LIVED IN HARBOR CITY HER WHOLE LIFE AND HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 20 WINS…0 LOSSES AND 20 KILLS!”

 

The pig tailed brawler adjusts her panties and juts her hardened nipples out defiantly, clearly unimpressed by any of the other combatants, or the scattered heckling from the crowd.  Judging from her record she is a Death Match fighter, someone who ONLY engages in lethal combat.

 

The spotlight switches off and then back on again.

 

“AND FINALLY…IN THIS CORNER…IN THE LIGHT BLUE PANTIES… TANNER!”

Tanner gets a healthy cheer from the crowd, with only a few boos and hisses thrown in here and there from the darkness.  She is clearly the fan favorite here tonight.  I find myself wondering already what she will be like in bed, but of course I shouldn’t think that way.  I must remain impartial until the final victory bell is sounded and only one of these lovely women stands triumphant.

 

“TANNER IS 25 YEARS OLD AND HAILS FROM HARBOR CITY.  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 112 WINS…32 LOSSES…AND 40 KILLS!

 

Tanner gets some more cheers and applause, and eventually the crowd quiets down enough for the announcements to continue,

 

“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!  WHEN THE BELL RINGS IT IS EVERY GIRL FOR HERSELF UNTIL ONLY ONE OF YOU REMAINS ALIVE!”

 

It’s crazy to me but NONE of the girls in the cage look nervous at all.  If anything they look excited.  They cant WAIT to fight!  Latesha and Tanner are sneering at each other with visible contempt and it is pretty clear they are going to go at it as soon as the bell rings.  I turn my focus on Mabel, who is indeed glaring icily at Danielle, who is returning the glare with a complete lack of emotion.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Latesha and Tanner practically dive into each other and begin a savage fist fight, rapidly exchanging punches without making any defensive moves at all. 

 

Danielle and Mabel are circling each other slowly, warily, their fists up and ready  They make two full passes then they also begin to fist fight.  The air is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, and the dull thud of flesh hitting flesh.  The crowd is loving it. I’m on the edge of my seat, wondering which of these lovely ladies I will be taking back to my hotel room with me.

 

“YAAAAH!”  Danielle and Mabel have locked up in a tight bearhug and are staggering around the cage, struggling desperately for control. One of them has cried out in pain but I can’t even tell which one.

 

Tanner and Latesha have slowed down a bit, but are still exchanging blows, albeit without as much energy.  Suddenly they lock up and crash into the cage wall, then topple to the ground, wrapped up in each other’ arms and legs.

 

Mabel is on her knees. It was SHE who cried out in agony!  Danielle has scored one of her infamous crotch rakes!  (That’s my girl!)  She grabs one of the younger fighter’s puffy pigtails and cocks her fist for a punch, but takes a solid uppercut to the bridge of her own unsuspecting crotch.  PLUD!!!

 

“GLURF!!!”  Danielle falls backward but does not let go of Mabel’s hair, thus taking her down with her.  Mabel belly flops onto Danielle and they both grunt in pain before beginning a savage grappling ground fight all over the caged in area.

 

The two pairs of locked up fighters end up on opposite corners of the cage, but then tumble and roll back towards the center. Mabel and Danielle lay on their sides, facing each other, their hands clenched tightly around each other’s necks.  It’s a strangle out.  One way or another, their fight will come to a close soon. 

 

Now the two pairs of girls tumble away from each other, towards opposite ends of the cage again.

 

Latesha has managed to gain a straddle mount on Tanner.  She blasts her in the face with a KNOCK OUT BLOW!.  Tanner lurches and quivers, then goes limp.  Latesha moves quickly, darting over to her side and lifting a leg, posing it to clamp her victim up in a neck scissors.  She takes a couple breaths, listening to the encouragement of her fan base, then strikes like a rattlesnake.  Her legs clamp tightly around Tanner’s throat and the red head lurches violently several times before her whole body goes completely limp.  She is FINISHED! Latesha quickly spreads her legs, letting Tanner flop facedown into the dirt.  The red head’s butt twerks slightly but then she goes limp again. 

 

Danielle has managed to roll herself over on top of Mabel and has arched her back gaining leverage for her strangle hold.   Within seconds Mabel’s hands release Danielle’s throat and she makes a frantic, last ditch effort to pry the blonde’s fingers  off her throat, but it is too late.  Suddenly her legs stiffen and her arms flop lifelessly into the dirt.  Danielle issues one final squeeze.

 

“CRACK!”  Mabel’s body gives a reflexive death rattle as her neck is crushed.  Danielle starts to rise off her dead opponent.

 

THUD!!! Latesha’s full weight slams into the blonde and Danielle is driven into the dirt.  The black girl quickly mounts her and slams a punch into her face.

 

THUD!!!

 

Danielle shudders.  She is in trouble.  Latesha grabs her ponytail and pulls her head up, preparing to finish her with a savage punch. 

 

“YAAAAAAHHHH!” Latesha lets out a piercing shriek of agony as Danielle suddenly drags her clawed hand up across the front of Latesha’s unsuspecting vaginal mound.  The black girl tumbles onto her back and scoots away.  Danielle does the same, taking the opportunity to catch her breath.  Both of them are clearly hurt and scared now.  The tension in the air is palpable.

 

“OOOOhhhhhh…you SLUT!”  Latesha howls at Danielle while massaging her wounded womanhood.   They begin to slowly circle each other on their hands and knees, their breasts pumping up and down rapidly as they gasp for air.  They make several cautious rotations on their hands and knees then suddenly scamper forward, rearing up just before they reach the center of the cage.  I think they are about to lock up in a bear hug but instead they raise their fists at the last second and lunge into a SAVAGE fist fight!

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! Blood sprinkles the air in all directions as they pummel each other desperately.  Then there is a loud wet PLUD as their bellies slap together and they lock up in a frantic bearhug. 

 

THUD!  They topple over onto their sides and quickly make a move to get their hands around each other’s throats.  It looks like it’s going to be another strangling fight but suddenly Danielle throws her body forward and brings her knee straight up into Latesha’s crotch.

 

THUD!  Latesha starts to squawk in agony but Danielle grabs her chin and one of her pigtails and…

 

CRACK!!!

 

The kill is quick, unexpected.  Latesha’s lifeless corpse drops into the dirt quivers once, then goes limp, her face grotesquely looking backward.  Danielle drops over her on her hands and knees, panting desperately for air.  She is still clearly rattled and exhausted.  The bell has not been rung yet.  She looks down at Latesha’s wide staring doll eyes.  Dead.  Definitely. She glances over at Mabel, laying spread eagled in the other corner.  She has not moved.  She glances at Tanner, who has rolled over onto her belly and is trying to squirm away to…where?  Perhaps she intends to scale the wall of the cage and make an escape.  It is not unheard of, but she would never be able to show her face anywhere on Zeldos again.   Danielle struggles to her feet, marches quickly over to the squirming red head, grabs the sides of her head and…

 

CRACK!!!

 

DING! DING! DING!

“WE HAVE A WINNER! WE HAVE A WINNER!”

 

The crowd goes wild and many of them start chanting Danielle’s name, in spite of the fact that she was arguable the least favored of the four girls going into the bout.

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH THREE KILLS…DANIELLE!!!”

 

“DAN-YELL! DAN-YELLL! DAN-YELL!” The crowd chants furiously.  It is a rare and unexpected accomplishment for a fighter to make every kill in a multi girl fight to the death such as this.  Danielle has already made a name for herself here on her first day in Harbor City.

 

The victorious blonde brawler flexes her muscles for a few seconds, then collects the panties of each of her dead opponents, as is her right, to be added to her trophy wall.  (If Latesha had succeeded in killing Tanner, Danielle would not be able to take the red head’s panties, but as it was she who delivered the coup de grace, the panties are hers.)  A Grand Slam under Danielle’s waist band!  Once she has collected all her trophies a harness is lowered down for me and I am lifted up and over into the fighting cage. Danielle quickly walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist while she presses her body against my throbbing member.  We begin to make out.  The crowd is going WILD.  They’ve seen a lot of girl fights, but this is the first time they’ve seen one take place over the right to fuck a man!  

 

“I need to get to a med booth”  Danielle murmurs into my ear and seconds later we grab the harness and are instantly lifted out of the fighting cage. 

  

The crowd continues to chant her  name as she exits the arena.  At the door she is unceremoniously handed 6000 credits for her victories.  (2000 for each kill)  She will need some rest after this so we head back to the hotel room to celebrate her triple victory in peace.

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Mischa

 

Mischa was born in the Eastern Alpines on 11-16-2457.  At a young age she began aspiring to learn how to fight, and as a teen spent a couple years fighting in the Ukrainian Underground Fighting Circuit before heading to Green Tower City on the eve of her 18th birthday to fight in a death match.  By this time she had already made several kills, but no fighting records are ever considered until a woman has turned 18. 

She particularly despised  redheads, and delighted in using her boots to stomp the back of their skulls at every opportunity,  She called out the notorious ginger haired Brandi when she arrived in the city, but turned out to be no match for the slightly older brawler. 

Now her panties are on the wall over Brandi's bed, along with the panties of dozens of other girls who were also Brandi's inferior. 

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11-7-2474 Harmony vs. Raija

 

Harmony vs. Raija

(Catfight Cavern)

It’s been yet another long fun day of watching attractive women bet the shit out of each other so they can have sex with me.  What a life I have.  Now it is getting late and I decide to go to Catfight Cavern for the final bout of the day, and it promises to be an epic battle between two of my favorite girls.  Girls that have not yet encountered each other but are chomping at the bit to do so.

 

I take my mat side seat in the crowded arena full of excited bloodthirsty women who just can’t wait to see these two tear into each other. It will not be long now before the battle begins. 

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