Thursday, March 2, 2023
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
Venus Delight vs. Aanya Prakesh
VENUS DELIGHT vs. AANYA PRAKESH
(by Fred Benson)
Tonight is an amazing match up between a seasoned veteran, and an up and coming rookie. Venus has obviously shown great skill and prowess in her years as Head Diva, which included title holdings of all the major belts before the unification several years ago. A record that will not soon be broken. Those years with Venus at the helm of every fighting promotion for myself were amazing. She was a fighter without peer. But of course, with time, and a record number of death matches, your body breaks down, and Venus is no exception, However, she can still give rookies like Aanya a solid ass kicking, and knowing there’s some royal dick at the end does not make her slow down.
Introducing first, fighting out of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at 150 pounds, wearing the White panties and stockings, the Queen of Kings, the one, the only, Venus Delight!
Venus enters as she always does, with the confidence she has earned. The crowd cheers her on as she walks down the ramp in the Poison Lair. As she circles around the ring, she approaches my seat of honor, whispering in my ear as she grinds her MILF ass on me,
“I can’t wait for a good old fashioned throwback with you tonight”
She bends at the waist, placing her upper body on the ring, and gives her ass a good shake right in front of me, before pulling herself up over the middle rope seductively, and finally into her corner for her opponent to enter. Aanya is a rookie that I’ve heard about in the Indian circuits, who my scouts have determined was ready for a call up. Her skills are remarkable for the training she had access to, but Venus will no doubt be her first true test. International fighters revel in the opportunity to fight an American woman, as beating them shows some level of competitiveness. Aanya has also never fought with me present, and knows what reward is waiting for the winner. Whenever I am a prize for these women the fight’s ferocity increases tenfold.
And now, the reigning Mumbai City Champion, from Mumbai herself, the Goondi (Street Bully) from Kandivali, wearing the bright blue panties, and Yellow Bedlah, Aanya Prakesh!
The young woman runs down the ramp with focused, but obviously nervous eyes. Her tits bounce up and down as she strides towards the ring. Venus looks back at me with a clearly unimpressed look. Aanya walks right up to my seat of honor, and sits in my lap and begins kissing my neck and biting my ear. I can see she is maintaining eye contact while doing so. A very dangerous game for sure. Venus, tired of what she’s seeing yells out,
“Hurry up curry breath, he’s only here to see me knock you back down to where you came from.”
“Just wait till you see what I do to her my love,” Aanya whispers in my ear. She steps off me, and slides into the ring, the metal on her bedlah jingle as she steps over the ropes.
This match is a GTC classic match, the warning bell will be rung when the loser is determined to be truly out cold. Ladies, be brutal.
DING! DING! DING!
Aanya and Venus circle the ring staring intensely at each other. Venus makes the first move and locks the younger woman up. “You’ve never had to fight someone like me before bitch”
“Your fatass is gonna be too easy for me to- Blughhh”
Venus nails Aanya in the face with an elbow up close. The indian stumbles back onto the ropes, stunned at the strength of the blow. “Yeah yeah bitch, I’m gonna be too easy for you, I’ve heard it all before” Venus says as she walks up to Aanya.
THUD!!!
Venus lands an incredibly hard kick to Aanya’s stomach. She collapses to her butt, dazed and confused.
THUD THUD THUD!!!
Venus hops to the side of Aanya and begins stomping the girls stomach with her white wrestling boots. The indian coughs up blood as she cries out in pain. Aanya tries to slip out of the ring, but Venus sees this, and as Aanya is under the ropes, Venus grabs the top rope and swings both feet right into the side of the escaping fighter, throwing her out onto the floor of the arena with a dull SMACK!
“You’re not getting away from me brown bitch! This is gonna show you not to step in the ring with a woman like me.” Venus slides under the ropes and grabs a handful of Aanya’s thick black hair.
“Look at this fake ass bitch” Venus parades the now crying Aanya around the ring for the crowd to jeer at.
“Fuck her up Venus!” “Show her no mercy, beat her curry ass!”
The humiliation is heavy on Aanya’s mind, who is completely overwhelmed in the first minutes of her debut for me. As Venus reaches the turnbuckle closest to me, she takes a few steps back, and launches Aanya into the metal backing. Her head hits with a loud DING! She rolls over, covering her now bloody face. Her sobbing is now clearly audible, as she becomes completely overwhelmed. “Awwww, is the little girl gonna cry? Are you gonna go back where you came from you little curry slut. Fred would never want your pussy you stupid whore.” Again Venus reaches down and grabs a fistful of that dark hair, and throws her back into the ring. Blood drips from her battered face now and she holds herself up on all fours. Venus slides right in the ring, and sprints onto the ropes behind her, launching her back for a doggy style cunt punt that throws Aanya’s hips up into the air.
Aanya tries to get up, gasping, “Oh god, oh god, I give, please, I give”
"Wrong kind of fight pathetic bitch. I’ll end it quick for you now though, I’m getting horny kicking the shit out of you.” Venus kicks Aanya in the ribs to get her on her back. Aanya’s belly is bruised badly, and her face is covered in blood. Venus grabs both her ankles and spreads her legs out on the mat, exposing her pussy, and immediately drops her knee down into it over and over again.
THUD!! THUD!! THUD!! THUD!!
Aanya screams and cries, but can’t do anything about it.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I just can’t let a dumb bitch like you out of this ring without some damage to the only thing you’re good for. I’ll put you to sleep now.”
Venus straddles Aanya at the chest, crushing the Indian's tits under her MILF ass, and cocks her fist high in the air.
THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD
A vicious ground and pound to Aanya’s defenseless face puts her out of consciousness quickly. Her legs stiffen and go limp, and her body begins to convulse with each hit.
DING! DING! DING!
Venus, not wanting to get an illegal kill, stops the beating, and stands up above her opponent. She stomps on Aanya’s womanhood one more time, then plants her boot firmly on the face of her opponent.
Your winner, by knock out, Venus Delight!!!
The crowd roars in approval, and Venus snakes out of the ring and flies into my lap immediately. She is incredibly horny, and we go up to my private suite at the arena, and I pleasure her until she is satisfied. She is certainly one of my favorite fighters in the world.
Toni Sinclair vs. Mischa Manning by Fred Benson
“This washed up old cow is ready to get put down. She’s had this death wish for a while, and she finally chose a woman who can give her what she wants. She’s going to go out with a bang that’s for sure. This is gonna be brutal for her, and I can guarantee she is gonna be awake when I rip that disgusting bush off her old flappy pussy. Be hard for me Fred, I want to fuck as soon as this hag’s heart stops.”
Tori is used to this line though, the younger fighters always seem to forget what Tori is capable of, and Mischa’s words seemed to offend her.
“I heard what she said. She’s a bitch that’s gonna die tonight. You’ll see out there, I’m not scared, she couldn’t say anything that would scare me. When she’s out in the ring pissing herself as she realizes I’m not fucking around You’ll know I told you so. I’m going to make an example of this slut, she’s gonna beg for death before I’m done with her.”
The Poison Arena is packed for the night, and all the women of green tower city cheer in anticipation as the ring is cleaned up from the previous fight. It was a quick and easy one sided affair between Venus Delight and Aanya prakesh, where Aanya got absolutely destroyed.
As the ring attendants finally manage to Clean the blood from the previous match, I emerge from my private Suite to the ravenous cheering of the crowd full of women. Venus, having left perfectly satisfied through the back door of the Arena. All the women in attendance know that the final fight of the night means I go home with the winner. an immense privilege, and one that is highly sought after by the fighting women of the city.
Tori enters first, her entrance music loud thundering hair metal reminiscent of the nostalgic '80s Rock her entire Persona invokes. Tori strides down the ramp confidently. She is one of the few Fighters that prefers to fight completely nude, enjoying the gratification of being able to dispatch her opponents with nothing but her own body. She arrives at my ringside seat and quickly gets close and personal. her tongue runs up and down my neck and her hands wander slowly but confidently below my belt.
“ keep that thing hard for me, I'm going to want to give these fans some post-match entertainment. " she says with a sensual wink. She confidently strides towards the ring and swiftly slides under the ropes. she lands in her corner, confidently awaiting the arrival of her opponent who she fully believes will lie dead in this ring tonight.
The lights cut to Black. The opening Drums of Gwen Stefani’s Ain't No Holla back Girl Thunder through the poison lair’s walls. Misha confidently strides down the ramp, a school girl shirt tied to cover Her perfect breasts. as soon as she arrives at my throne, with evident experience, she removes her top and thrusts my face between her impressive titties.
“I'll talk to you after this, yeah? " She says with naive confidence. Her hand deftly Runs over my dick, and she gives me a final wink of Seduction before Box jumping onto the ring, grabbing the top rope with both hands, and jumping up and down to shake the entire ring, while screaming to show the crowd how psyched up she is to fight. she enters through the middle rope, and spits at the feet of Tori, " stupid fucking cow. I can't wait to see your blood on this ring. "
“They’re gonna have trouble cleaning you off it, cunt.” Tori shoots back.
The god mic crackles to life over the excited humming of the crowd.
Ladies and Fred! This is the final fight of the evening! The crowd roars to life upon this announcement. This is a classic rules death match, winner takes all, fight to the bitter finish. Ladies, use anything and everything, And above all else, be brutal.
DING! DING! DING!
Mischa Sprints from her corner with everything she can, an Amazonian scream coming from her mouth, and drops her shoulder right into Tori’s chest. Tori saw the move coming, but was surprised by the speed with which Mischa made it to her turnbuckle.
PLUD!
Tori’s back slams hard against her own corner, her arms draped over the top ropes. Without hesitation, Mischa bends at the waist, and with her two hands on the middle ropes, slams her shoulder into Tori’s unprotected belly.
THUD THUD THUD!
The ring shakes from the power of the belly blows, as Tori tries to hold back coughs of blood, not wanting to give Mischa that victory, but with a final THUD! She loses control, and spits up blood, her body tensed in an agonized attempt to protect her stomach.
Seeing this, Mischa halts her assault and gives Tori a sinister grin. She raises her arms in celebration and bounces to the center of the ring, in time to the crowds rhythmic chant, “FIRST BLOOD! FIRST BLOOD! FIRST BLOOD!” She is glowing in the attention from the sold out arena, and focuses back on her opponent, still hanging limply from her own turnbuckle, “What’s the matter hag? Already had too much? Why don’t we at least get you out of your corner”
Mischa grabs tori’s brunette hair with her left and looks her in the eyes but before she can say anything else, Tori spits blood into her face, the surprise attack catching Mischa completely off guard. She staggers back, as Tori untangles herself from the ropes and walks confidently to her hunched over opponent who is quickly trying to clear the blood and spittle from her stinging eyes. “You thought I was gonna be that easy bitch? You have no idea what you’re in for.” Tori grabs Mischa’s shoulder, spins her around, and delivers a perfectly aimed Right directly into the face of the young fighter.
She collapses, dazed and hurt from the sudden blow. “You think you’re shit huh? You think you mean anything around here? You think you mean anything to Fred?”
THAM! a solid kick to the back of the head leaves Mischa a moaning heap at Tori’s feet. “Please get back up, don’t let that be what keeps you down, I told all those cameras I would drag this out, you gotta give me at least a little bit to work with, pathetic slut.”
Tori hauls Mischa up to her knees before giving up trying to get the girl to her feet, but suddenly, she flashes a fist right into the hairy cunt of Tori.
PLUD!
Ughffffff! Tori cries, grabbing her vagina and limping away.
Mischa, suddenly understanding the weight of this fight, sprints towards Tori with reckless abandon, hoping to pin her to the corner like how she opened the fight. A harpy-esque scream coming from her, she tackles Tori to the ground, punching, grabbing, and slapping at anything she can. She manages to land a series of good blows to the body and head, but is unable to mount any serious sort of offensive before she tires out, and slumps off Tori, tired, and gasping for air.
“Didn’t get in shape for the fight of your life? Now that’s humiliating.” Tori says, through a bruised smile. She gets up, towering over Mischa, she hisses at her opponent slumped against the ropes.
A lighting quick kick of the heel nails Mischa right in the nose, breaking it. Her head bobs down, she is slipping in and out of consciousness and blood pours out of her nose. “Absolutely pathetic cunt. Why did you even get in this ring with me?”
Tori grabs a fistful of brunette hair, and wraps it around her wrist several times, yanking her foe to her hands and knees, “walk with me slut, and make sure to take in all this attention, all eyes are on you.” Tori begins to walk the whimpering Mischa around the perimeter of the ring, pulling her hair harder every time she fails to heel right at her side. When she lands in front of my seat of honor, she stops and gives a wink.
Then she plants a foot right between the shoulder blades of her helpless opponent, and rips back on her hair with both hands, nearly tearing the woman's scalp completely off.
"AGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! "
Her shrieks barely make it over the deafening roar of the crowd, who can sense they’re about to be treated to a kill. Then, Tori releases Mischa’s hair, pushing her body down with her foot, and slamming Mischa’s unprotected neck right into the bottom rope.
"HUACK!!!!!!!!!"
Mischa violently coughs up blood onto the apron of the ring, her head
hanging limply off the rope. Tears well from her eyes, and she knows I am a
mere 15 feet away. The thought forces her to keep her eyes down in
humiliation.
Tori basks in the cheering of the crowd, and revels in their suggestions on how best to kill her younger enemy.
SNAP HER NECK!!!!!! BREAK HER LEGS!!!! SHE WANTED YOUR MAN!!! FACESIT KILL!!!! RIP HER TITS OFF!!! DESTROY HER CUNT!!!!
This last suggestion seems to catch her attention. Ever creative, Tori loves finding new ways to dispatch her opponents, and a brutal destruction of Mischa’s pussy may be just the way to take her out.
Tori grabs Mischa’s ankles and drags her to the center of the ring. Mischa screams out, and grabs the lip of the ring with their hands, resisting her opponent's thrashing. With her eyes up now, she sees me, watching her destruction intently. ‘This can’t be how it goes’ she thinks, ‘I’m better than this bitch, Fred knows I’m better than this bi…’
Before she can finish the thought, Tori has dropped her ankles, and walked up to her head, “LET GO YOU STUPID SLUT!!!”
THUD!!!
Tori stomps down on the back of Mischa’s head, and her grip immediately releases. Tori drags Mischa to the center of the ring, and flips her onto her back. “Remember how you said you were gonna destroy my pussy bitch? Look who’s legs are spread open now, cheap fucking whore.” Mischa’s eyes flutter open just in time to catch Tori’s seething insult, “Oh! You’re awake, I’m glad you get to see this!”
WHAM!!! WHAM!!! WHAM!!! THUD!!!
Tori delivers three incredibly powerful stomps to Mischa’s pussy, and finishes with a brutal knee drop that silences Mischa’s screaming into breathless agony.
“Sorry Mischa, I didn’t mean to spoil all your fun” Tori whips in before kicking a bare foot into the face of Mischa, who had surly into the fetal position.
SMACK!!!
The young fighter rolls onto her back, and goes limp, her chest jumping up and down in sharp intervals, barely sucking air into her lungs. Tori stands above her head now, facing me, she points at me and yells “get your dick out baby! We got a show to give!” and with this, drops her knee into the exposed neck of Mischa, cleanly breaking it with a loud SNAP!
DING! DING! DING!
LADIES AND FRED, YOUR WINNER BY KNEE DROP NECK SNAP, TORI SINCLAIR!!!!!!! FRED, PLEASE ENTER THE RING AND TAKE YOUR WOMAN!!!!
The women in the arena are going absolutely ravenous as I slide my pants down and enter the ring, already hard and ready to take the winner. Tori runs her hands through her bush and helps me into the ring. She gives me a firm shove into the corner and practically jumps on me, taking me with both feet on the middle rope, then she switches to doggy, grinding my dick into her from behind while looking at her fresh kill. Finally, she throws me down, and mounts me, riding my dick like an animal until we both explode cum. The crowd is loving every second of it.
Tori plants a gentle kiss on my mouth, satisfied for the moment, and ready to get in bed with me. Looking for the last bit of humiliation she can squeeze out of this fight, she saunters over to the body of Mischa, and deftly removes her panties in a single, swift motion. The crowd roars as the now nude dead girls' panties are stripped off (These nude fighters are often criticized for their lack of respect to decorum, but within the nude fighting community, there is an unspoken rule that a thick mound of pubes is needed to fight with any sort of dignity, Tori checks that box (oh man does she check that box) and is given more respect by the general fighting community because of it).
Then, as a final gesture of hatred and disrespect, Tori stands above Mischa, and spreads her pussy lips, then goes into a deep squat over her face. our intermingled cum drips down onto the dead woman’s face, and Tori moans in satisfaction. (it’s a bizarre custom, but I can't help but be incredibly turned on by it, the so called, ‘cum tag’)
“Come on champ, there's more where that came from. I think I could take another bitch on tonight.”
Tori grabs my hand and takes me to her locker room, where she showers up, and we head out into the night, and I anxiously await the next fight.
Fred Benson
FRED BENSON
Fred Benson has been a fan of my work for some time and is also one of my biggest Patreon supporters! He has started to contribute some of his own stories to the Green Tower City universe and this section will serve as the directory for them. I have not edited the writing in these in any way though I have made some format adjustments to make them structured a bit more like my own Green Tower stories.
(As usual, click on the title of the story you want to read.)
STORY 1: Venus Delight vs. Aanya Prakesh
STORY 2 Toni Sinclair vs. Mischa
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