The Club- Poolside Slaughter (Part I)

**mcgoll** · June 10th, 2015, 03:19 AM

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.

The Club is fairly static, women enter, fight, fuck, kill, die. Thus, any real change up is treated as a big event. Members coming out in droves to be a part of something memorable.

In this case, the change up is a brand new venue. Official, unique and fully prepped for crowds and combat. There hasn't been a new full sized venue in over fifty years.

The Club's first floating ring. A fifteen foot boxing octagon, surrounded on all sides by ten feet of six foot deep water. Combatants are allowed to cross the water however they wish.

In honour of the new venue opening up, a major event was planned. Four death matches back to back. Eight randomly matched fighters, four bodies to bloody the water. It was billed as "The Poolside Slaughter" and sold out within an hour of tickets being sold.

Part One

Fighters were allowed to choose their own outfits, but were restricted to "proper swimming or sunbathing attire." The crowd preferred those that started topless, but it wasn't mandatory.

Akira: "The Asian sensation," Akira is dating the fight promoter most responsible for this soon-to-be slaughter. As such he made sure she was both assured a fight slot and given the first (and most viewed) match of the day. Akira is wearing a pink bikini she bought especially for this day.
Fun Fact: Known for her devastating high kicks, Akira often wins via instant knockout. She has also made two incredibly rare instant kills with her kicks, breaking her opponent's necks for a surprise finisher.

Brandi: Ever since her initiation to the club Brandi has been a fan favourite. Fighting in every major venue and killing anyone who tries to steal her man. Always in her mother's shadow, Brandi has seen a way out, to take part in this poolside slaughter and be remembered for the historic venue opening. The brunette has chosen to wear a transparent one-piece that will only get more see-through when wet.
Fun Fact: Brandi's mother Blake is in the audience, cheering her daughter on.

The Slaughter

Once the cheers had died down from her entrance, Akira floated over to the ring. Laying on her side, waving to the crowd like some kind of Club royalty. With impressive grace she managed to get off the plush raft and onto the floating ring without getting at all wet.

The ring bottom sat six inches from the lapping pool. It dipped down with Akira stepped through the ropes, but was far from capsizing. Two people on the edge might get wet though.

Brandi came out next. Unlike Akira, when she got to the pool edge she dove right in, perfect form. Members stood up in the stands as her dark form streaked across the bottom of the pool, disappearing under the ring.

Akira stepped around the ring, trying not to look around too much as she waited for Brandi to surface.

Under the ring, Brandi had just enough room to breathe if she pressed up against the bottom. She pulled herself along looking for the indent of where Akira stood on the taut material

Akira shrieked when Brandi punched the floor beneath her. She was fuming with indignity when Brandi slipped out of the water a few seconds later. The crowd laughed at Akira and cheered harder than ever for the soaked Brandi.

Brandi used her whole body to flip her hair back. Quickly tying it into a ponytail, she settled into her edge of the ring, opposite the Asian sensation.

It didn't take long for the start bell to ring. It took even less time for Akira to charge across the octagon. The enraged Asian fighter nearly went through the ropes as the slippery brunette evaded her. Ducking past her arms and twisting around behind her.

Akira, so used to kicking opponents with enough force to break bones, received a brutal heel to the spine. She was slammed against the tight ropes and rebounded onto her back, bouncing hard on the mat.

Brandi didn't get any time to gloat, one of those powerful legs catching her in the stomach as Akira furiously recovered. The brunette brawler stumbled backwards, getting some distance as Akira stood back up.

The Asian sensation made a low growl, then charged again. When Brandi tried to dodge, Akira was ready for her. She pulled up short, throwing out her hand, easily snatching the wet, brown ponytail as it whipped past.

Brandi's head snapped back, she fell to her knees, chest thrust out. Her tits were probably all that prevented her ribs being crushed as Akira brought her leg straight up before snapping it down with tremendous power right across the downed brunette's chest.

Akira brought her leg down so hard on Brandi's perky tits that she too fell to the mat. She laughed as Brandi groaned and clutched herself tight. Her ass hurt from the fall but it was well worth it. Right up until the brunette lashed out.

Swinging her arm out in anger, Brandi brought her fist right down on Akira's spread apart crotch. The Asian's sudden scream of pain made her own injuries feel better. She decided to inflict some more to see if it too helped.

Akira sat strait up when her cunt got crushed, only to receive a shot to the jaw that knocked her onto her back again. She put out her hands to stop Brandi mounting her but the bitch's one piece was slippery. Her hands sliding to either side.

Brandi managed to get on top of the swearing Asian woman, smacking her hands away with one arm, pummelling with the other. A few well placed punches to the head and Akira quickly got quieter and less energetic.

Tearing the pink bikini top open, the brunette began slamming fist after fist into the Asian woman's tits, using the hard, brown nipples as targets. Every time Akira made any movements other than the brief shudder after each hit, Brandi uppercut her. Fist rocketing up between the swollen boobs into the jaw.

The mat was waterproof, as such, the growing pool of blood just slid around as the ring wobbled with Brandi's strikes. Any liquids left on the mat would squeegee'd into the pool before the next match.

The crowd began their favourite chant of "Kill! Kill! Kill!" as Brandi's punches became much more solid. Focused entirely on the bruised and increasingly misshapen face.

Brandi stood. Grabbing her beaten opponent by blood-slick hair, she dragged her to the edge of the ring.

The ring dipped into the water as Akira was forced face down into the pool. A cloud of red surrounded her as Brandi stood triumphantly, holding onto the top ropes and flexing one arm in victory. The brunette's foot held Akira's head down. Their combined weight tilted the edge of the ring into the water.

Akira struggle slightly at first, but noticeably lessened with every passing second. Finally she laid still while bubbles stopped breaking the surface around her head.

After the death buzzer sounded, Brandi kept her pose for the victory photo. She quickly stripped off the pink bottoms as a trophy then shoved the former sensation into the water with her foot. Face down, the partially stripped body floated across the pool, trailing an expanding red cloud.

To be continued in Part Two