WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.
Parts
i. The characters
ii. The night before
iii. Paparazzi intermission
iv. The fights themselves
v. The finish
i.
Like many male Club members, Edmond chose to hop from lover to lover. Rarely staying with a fighter longer than a week, shorter if she then lost a fight with another single fighter. However, recently he's been planning to shack up permanently (or until the fighter he ends up with loses a death-fight) with one of a few women he's been keeping an eye on (although he'd be okay with two at once too).
In addition to this, Edmond's son Damian is just joining the Club. As an initiation gift Edmond decided to set up a private entrance fight. Two Club hopefuls duel for inclusion in the Club (and also for Damian's first Club fuck). As long as they tape the fight , nobody would mind the breach of tradition (most entrance fights being before a crowd).
With amazing luck, of the fighters Edmond has been contemplating, two have daughters trying to enter the Club. With both mother's drooling over him he had little difficulty setting up a double fight. The mother's would fight over him while the daughters simultaneously fight for membership and Damian.
The Mothers:
A pair of veteran fighters, both Wendy and Blake have been member's since before their respective daughters where "born" (in vats).
Wendy- A blonde fighter known primarily for two things. Her truly massive tits, and said tits indestructibility. Wendy uses her chest as a weapon and a defence. Using them to smother opponents unconscious (or to death if so allowed), and as a shield against her foes fists. For years Wendy has (literally) fought for Edmond's attention, in addition to regular fights she has killed twice in the ring and three times in private purely for him.
Fun Fact: While Wendy's private death fights are illegal, she never fought fellow Club members (so nobody in the Club cares). Instead brutally finishing Club fans looking to gain the notoriety of killing a member.
Blake- A red-head with a preference for private matches, Blake is rarely seen in the ring or cage venues. Like Wendy, Blake has been chasing Edmond for a while now, and has even fought Wendy twice privately for the chance to screw him. Both times Wendy has beaten her, fucking Ed on top of Blake's unconscious body.
Fun Fact: Blake has killed six Club members in illegal private matches just for Ed. If she had ever defeated Wendy then the blonde would already be dead. Edmond neglected to tell Wendy this, in order to build up their grudge.
The Daughters:
Blondie and Brandi, a pair of Club hopefuls that could pass as twins. If it weren't for their imminent fight to the death, Damian would try to set them up as a tag-team.
Blondie- Daughter of Wendy, Blondie couldn't be more excited about this fight. She has watched all of her mother's taped fights and can't wait to move out of Wendy's shadow.
Fun Fact: Blondie plans to convince Damian to head strait to the Club brothel to further celebrate her victory. Possibly even getting into another fight there.
Brandi- Exactly like Blondie in every way but hair-cut, Brandi can barely wait to kill the blonde. Having been personally trained by Blake, she plans on using her mother's combat techniques (like viciously attacking her opponents tits) to win.
Fun Fact: In all their sparring, Brandi has only once pinned her mother. She lost the practice fight anyway, but proved herself at least competent enough to try for membership.
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ii.
The night before the fight Edmond's doorbell rang, he opened it to find Blake, wearing a floor length dress with a neckline that plunged so low he was surprised he couldn't see pubic hair.
The red-head stepped into him immediately, he could feel her hardened nipples, even through two layers of fabric. "I need some company, I'm scared about tomorrow," she looked up at him and smiled before adding, "I'm scared I'll kill that bitch before I've had my fun."
Somebody else knocked on the door.
With the door still ajar from Blake, it swung open, revealing Wendy. The blonde had, in opposition to Blake, worn a dress that was so short that if it wrinkled even slightly Ed would see the underside of Wendy's ass. It's straps barely contained Wendy's expansive bust.
With the door opening towards him, Edmond had a second to get in between the two. Narrowly stopping Wendy from being able to grab Blake from behind.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" Wendy hissed. Trying to reach around Ed at the surprised Blake.
""Getting ready to fuck my man, whore!" Blake also started clawing past Edmond. "If you want to die early though, I can kill you first!"
Ed's warnings to stop went unheard as Wendy laughed and finally stepped back, one boob popped out of her dress. "And just how do you see this ending? Every time we do this it ends with you tits up on the floor."
At this Blake redoubled her efforts to get past Ed. Various insults were heard from both women as Ed tried to hold them away from one another. Blake's dress wasn't really built for such stress and fell away.
Edmond tried to plead with the two fighters. First he suggesting that an illegal kill was a bad idea. This only prompted Blake to point out that there were official cameras set up out back. This spur of the moment fight could be made entirely legal.
Next he pointed out their respective daughters would want to see their mothers in action. Wendy offered up that she and Blondie would get off on Brandi walking in to find Blake's dead body on the lawn. Blake agreed to the reverse situation.
Lastly Ed was forced to admit that he had planned all this in order to date the winning fighter. This stopped both women from trying to get at one another (by this point both were at least topless and had red marks on their breasts from where they had managed to reach around Ed's muscular frame).
Wendy jumped forward, wrapping her arms around Ed's neck and lip-locking with him. He could feel Blake's expert hands undoing his pants from behind. He was forced to half-drag, half-carry the women from the foyer to the living room, otherwise they'd have probably tried to screw him on the hardwood floor.
Despite having been about ready to slaughter one another by any means a minute ago; the two women worked surprisingly well together when double teaming Ed. Trading off who got his cock every few minutes, although they were clearly competing to see who could get him off.
His first load of the night was shot fully into Blake's eager mouth, he never saw a drop of it.
The second blasted between Wendy's tits, a sight he'd started to get used to by now.
The third was finally coaxed out of him by Blake, riding him reverse cowgirl, with Wendy's tongue helping out.
Hours after they had started, Edmond shot his fourth and final load into Wendy, fucking her from behind as he often had before. Blake was passed out beneath them and when Wendy glanced back at him he noticed how easy it would be for the blonde to take advantage of the situation.
"What do you say lover? We could always say she tried to kill me first." Wendy's breasts hung a mere inch above Blake's face. Ready to smother.
"Who would believe that." Ed asked despite knowing for himself that it would be totally believable.
Wendy laughed so hard she nearly collapsed, "You think everybody doesn't know about Molly, or Kendra? How about Britt (Three of the fighters Blake killed specifically for Edmond)?"
When Ed didn't respond Wendy just giggled to herself and sighed. "Fine, I'll kill her later today, it'll be more fun, I guess." She braced herself with Blake's tit to push herself up. Blake was so exhausted she didn't even wake up, just mumbled in her sleep.
Wendy pulled on her dress, wrinkled now it did an even worse job of concealing her curvy body. Putting her sweaty hair up, she suggested Ed get some rest before tomorrow night and left the house.
***
iii.
With a fight as unique and interesting as this, the Club's press core (paparazzi) had set up cameras in various places to get any kind of story before the fight.
As such, the cameras outside Ed's house caught an interesting (and misunderstood) drama unfolding.
First, both mothers showed up at Ed's door, the door itself closed though just as the two started to try and get at one another.
Two, both women, having a history of hating one another stayed in the house for several hours. As well as a few select photo's were attained by getting glimpses through the main window whenever the furnace turned on and shifted the blinds.
Three, before print, only Wendy had been seen leaving. Dishevelled and sweaty, but not badly injured (her breasts where maybe a little scratched).
From this it was assumed that the two had fought over Edmond last night. By early morning it was "fact" that Wendy had kicked Blake's ass. And by the time the evening edition came out it was almost "common knowledge" that Blake was dead after trying to kill Wendy first. None of this was confirmed or denied by Wendy herself, and Blake never saw a magazine until a few minutes before the fight.
The popular tabloid magazine itself was eye-catching and sold out almost immediately. Its cover was a massive photo of Wendy facing the camera, clearly being fucked from behind while smothering a red-head with her oversized bust (the picture was actually a staged photo from when Wendy first fought Blake, she posed the unconscious Blake and smiled sweetly for the camera).
In large crimson letters was the question, "BLAKE DEAD?" followed by the hook, "Exclusive photos inside of this late night fight, be caught up before the daughters finish the grudge."
The "exclusive photos" themselves were (aside from the photos of Wendy arriving and leaving) of three taken when the blinds shifted.
The first was blurry, but clearly showed Blake laying on top of a blonde blur. The caption mentioned how the fight over Ed was just beginning. In reality Ed had been fucking the two women in turn as they angrily groped eachother.
The second was clear as day but only showed Ed's lower half, and a smiling Wendy pressing his cock between her tits. The caption read that at this point Blake was clearly unconcious (seeing as Wendy was free to fuck the lucky Edmond), but probably still alive. Really Blake was just out of shot, being eaten out by Ed
The last photo was the most damning, taken from behind, it showed Wendy's favourite move. Getting fucked doggy-style while smothering an opponent for the big finish. The caption pointedly mentioned that Blake looked unresponsive, and that if she wasn't dead in the photo, she soon would be. Of course this was the ending of the night, wherin Wendy only threatened to smother Blake, but never quite leaned down that far.
***
iv.
Brandi got to the house first, and was the first to show the suddenly furious Blake the popular new magazine edition.
Blake tore the thing apart, strewing pictures around that only made her angrier. The magazine had had three entire pages of Wendy's victory photos, as well as one page devoted to pictures of Blake's loses. The magazine's fold-out was a pin-up of the cover photo (for years after that, the pin-up would be found in all kinds of garages, sex-dungeons and hobby rooms)
Wendy and her daughter arrived together minutes later. Quickly stripping they joined the others in the back yard.
Edmond had given loose specifics on what the fighters should wear (black lingerie, high heels). With surprising coordination the fighters matched their opponents.
Blake and Wendy both wore traditional black lingerie with garters and thigh highs. Blondie and Brandi wore nothing more than thigh highs and shoes.
Ed and Damian stood on the patio, looking out at the grass. The mothers faced off in front of Ed while the daughters likewise stood before Damian.
As the thirty second countdown began, the mothers started circling slowly, watching one another intently. The daughters however, like amateurs, merely began throwing insults.
Brandi squeezed her boobs together and called Blondie's pathetic. Blondie promised to rip said tits off. Brandi claimed she'd suck Damian off while smothering the blonde. Just before the starter bell Blondie made a final threat to see Damian's cock in Brandi's ass, not mouth.
The bell rung and the fights were begun. Blondie tackled into Brandi, throwing both of them to the ground, to claw and grapple at eachother.
Wendy and Blake started up the way they always did, fists raised, Wendy thrusting her chest out.
Blake was given little option but to punch at Wendy's tits. The blonde was taller and had a greater reach, forcing Blake to backpedal across the lawn while trading weak blows. The red-head took a few glancing blows to the chin while dishing out blows that against any other fighter would have quickly turned the battle in her favour.
Unfortunatly for Blake, she faced Wendy and her invincible knockers. Wendy's insensitivity to pain was letting her soften Blake up. While a few slight blows to the chin weren't much, they were more than the red-head had gotten in yet. All Blake had succeeded in doing was destroying Wendy's bra.
Brandi was the first to get on top, Blondie was ferocious, but had trained less in grappling. The brunette straddled the thrashing blonde, gripping a handful of hair with her left hand she brought the right down in a blow strong enough to tear out a good amount of blonde hair.
Blondie had never focused on grappling when sparring with Wendy (Wendy always just smothered her unconcious when she tried), but if there was one thing she'd learned, it was how to take a punch. As soon as Brandi lost her grip Blondie was viciously shoving her off, claw fingers digging into the underside of Brandi's tit.
Brandi was thrown off, Blondie rolling on top of her, nearly drawing blood with the death grip she had on Brandi's aching breast. One hand trying to remove Blondie's, the other holding back the blonde's free hand, the two were again in a grapplers stalemate.
Blake's own fortunes mirrored her daughters. Just as Brandi straddled Blondie, Blake managed to strike a powerful blow to Wendy's jaw, knocking the blonde mother backwards for once. However as Blondie recovered so did Wendy, as Blake stepped forward Wendy brought her foot up, digging her sharp toed shoe deeply into Blake's tender cunt.
Blake had been fucking all night and day, her pussy felt like it had just exploded. Blake shrieked as her legs gave out and she fell backwards onto her shapely ass.
Without hesitation Wendy dove forward onto her foe. Crushing the red-head beneathe her, she attempted to go for the pin (and the smother).
Blondie finally got her "free" hand away from Brandi and delivered a devastating strike to the brunette's cheek. Brandi was knocked senseless by the blow.
"Got you now, bitch." Blondie muttered as she finally released the now bloody breast. Brandi mumbled something indistinct and Blondie slid up her.
At the same time Wendy forced her giant tits over Blake's face, her daughter was pressing Brandi's face into her wet pussy. Both blonde's pressed down hard, hoping to smother their foes unconcious.
Blake thrashed about under Wendy, this was the third time she'd felt this happen. This time however, she managed to shift Wendy up slightly. Through the bruising Wendy couldn't feel her already insensitive breasts, and didn't notice that Blake's mouth was partially free to breathe.
Blake had been smothered half a dozen times in her life, as well as seen hundreds of other women smothered, she knew how to fake it. With Wendy holding her wrists out she wouldn't be able to throw her off, so she waited.
Brandi woke up from her stupor with her air blocked and her pussy being violated by thin fingers. Blondie was leaned far back, one hand holding Brandi's head in place, the other digging into Brandi's crotch.
The brunette squirming beneathe her was quickly bringing Blondie to orgasm. As Brandi's spasms became less strong Blondie screamed at Damian to come over. She wanted to taste his cock before shoving it in Brandi's ass, as promised.
Blake slowed her fighting quickly, before going limp beneath Wendy. The blonde gave it a few more seconds before sitting up.
She looked around to see what was happening with the daughter fight and laughed. "That's right baby, muff snuff her!" Wendy knew that the crotch smother was Blondie's favourite kill to watch, mostly due to the dozens of pictures Blondie had pasted to her bedroom wall of such. She could only imagine how much Blondie was getting off on finally doing it herself.
With Damian walking over to join Blondie, Wendy decided to call Ed over, shaking her ass suggestively she let out a giggle. "You know how this should end, Eddie."
Blondie removed her hand from the limp Brandi's cunt. Bringing the wet fingers up to guide Damian's rock-hard member to her eager mouth. But as her tongue just started to touch she felt legs wrapping around her neck.
At the same time as Brandi (gasping for air) managed to pull Blondie off, Blake snapped into action. Wendy was looking at Ed and sliding down her panties when the red-head's fist smashed into her jaw, bowling her over onto her back.
Blake hauled herself up over Wendy, grabbing ahold of a bruised tit she used her free hand to start delivering full power punches to the blonde's surprised face.
Brandi squeezed her legs together, right over the windpipe of a shrieking Blondie, who quickly stopped being able to make noise. The blonde thrashed madly, but trapped as she was, Brandi simply slapped her hands away when they got too near.
Blondie gurgled weakly and twitched instead of screaming and thrashing. Her face bright red going on purple, she finally passed out.
Brandi laughed exctatically before releasing Blondie, she spasmotically started breathing again. Brandi was breathing heavily too as she got up and looked around. Seeing her mother, topless, sucking Edmond off while throttling the unconcious Wendy reminded Brandi of her earlier promise.
Across the Club, watching from their apartments and on big screens in bars, Club members cheered Brandi on as she took position like Blondie had had a minute before. Straddling her opponents face Brandi pressed her wet pussy down on the blonde's shallowly breathing mouth.
The Club brothel ignored the amatuer fight, it's massive TV wall was focused on the cameras watching the mothers. Blake had stopped squeezing Wendy's throat and focused entirely on Edmond now. The brothel crowd couldn't get enough of it. Among the ongoing orgy several minor fights had erupted and these were made all the more violent as the endgame approached on screen.
v.
Brandi made good on her promise to kill Blondie while blowing Damian. With no official death-bell set up though nobody noticed till after he had shot his load and she decided to reposition.
Damian and Brandi had their first official club fuck inches from Blondie's head. Hours later, Brandi would have her victory photo taken and, in keeping with tradition, strip the blonde for trophy clothing.
Blake didn't feel like upstaging her daughter's moment. Instead she suggested to Ed that they make this "fight" more private. Dragging the blonde mother by the hair, she pulled her into the house (and up a hardwood flight of stairs, for no reason other than spite).
Out of the view of official cameras, nobody would have had proof of Wendy's fate. That is if a certain magazine hadn't set up cameras looking into each window.
The next magazine issue had more "exclusive photos" of a Wendy/Blake fight, this time though, no incorrect assumptions could be made. Five pages were filled with images of Blake handcuffing Wendy to the bedroom wall (Ed had gear for all kinds of kink), then going back and forth between fucking Edmond and using Wendy as a punching bag whenever the unfortunate loser woke up. The magazine had a fold out of the final image, Blake sixty-nining her new man directly under the limp, bloodied blonde. Blake later allowed this to be her victory photo, and also had one framed.
***
Back at the Club brothel, seven fights had been fought and finished. Five ended with typical knockouts, one ended with the loser being made a sex-slave for six months, and a final one had been to a final, sticky finish.
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