The Club- Tits Vs. Ass (Part 2)

**mcgoll** · June 27th, 2015, 01:26 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.

A sequel, by popular request

After the success of the first "Tits Vs. Ass" match, the Club crowd has been adamant that another take place. Many matches end in smother finishes (some of the Club's bustier fighters refuse to end opponents any other way), but fans want to see another true clash of well endowed titans. Veteran fighters willing to wager their assets against their lives.

Of those that volunteered, two members were finally selected. One would prove herself the better woman, the other would suffer a humiliating death.

The Tits:

Sareena: The blonde bomber. Sareena's massive breasts have been the last thing over a dozen women have ever seen (eight of them members in official deathmatches), as such she was an obvious choice to take part in this match. She has boasted everywhere that once she's done killing whoever her opponent is, she'll be challenging previous winner Winter to a "Best Breast Battle" to prove who really has the greatest tits in the Club.
Fun Fact: Sareena's massive boobs are a recent development. She spent her first few years in the Club nearly flat chested before buying breast enhancements with the money she won beating opponents to death.

The Ass:

Champagne: The Club's favourite stripper, Champagne was the first choice when it came to finding "the Ass." The bright-red haired stripper's large fanbase is devoted to watching her snuff out her opponent's lives with her large, firm cheeks. Champagne has always taken special enjoyment in killing busty chicks, torturing their boobs before ending it.
Fun Fact: Owner of one of the Club's many strip joints, Champagne takes centre stage any night she's not fighting.

The Fight
The pugilistas entered the ring from opposing sides at the same time. Sareena wearing a bright red robe, Champagne in the now traditional black robe. It was actually the same black robe Lisa had worn in the first such match, Champagne already conveniently owned it (having randomly won it in a deathmatch with one of Winter's fans).

Sareena shrugged her robe off, revealing equally crimson thigh-highs, garters and bra. The bra was of course just for looks, she'd pulled it down to reveal the tits she planned on weaponizing.

Champagne tore off her own robe, she was completely naked underneath, much to the displeasure of many who wanted her to strip off layers. She tossed the robe over her corner, if she threw it to the crowd she'd never get it back.

The two stood in their corners waiting for the bell. Neither walked forward to square off or talk shit. Sareena had nothing to say to a (soon to be) dead woman, and Champagne stretched in preparation. The redhead gained a few fans, showing off how limber she was on the ropes.

The ref, a fan of the stripper, waited for Champagne to be ready. When the redhead gave her a thumbs up, the supposedly impartial ref struck the bell and sat back, her job done.

Neither fighter charged forward, both stalking forward carefully. While they were equally confident of victory, taking a veteran killer for granted could be suicide.

When they met up near the centre, Sareena got the first shot. Slamming her fist into Champagne's taut stomach.

The stripper barely even flinched, her stomach was rock hard due to her nightly pole dancing. Instead she returned the blow, driving her on fist deep into the blonde's undefended midsection. When Sareena doubled over in surprise and agony, Champagne grabbed her head with both hands. The redhead brought her knee up hard, directly into those large tits.

Sareena wildly swung her hands out, connecting with Champagne's elbow and freeing herself as the redhead recoiled, clutching her arm. Still leaning over, she charged forward, slamming her shoulder into the stripper's abs.

Champagne was run backwards across the ring, finally slamming into her own turnbuckle. Moving stopped, she brought both arms down on Sareena's back, too pissed to enjoy even the sight of the blonde being blasted to the ground.

Sareena slammed her fist into Champagne's knee. The crowd laughed as the stripper fell ass-first on the blonde's head. The busty contender's face was crushed into the floor.

Finding herself almost exactly where she had to be, Champagne had no time to gloat. The mad blonde beneath her was thrashing too wildly.

Blood was flowing from Sareena's nose when she got her head out from under Champagne's ass. Taking a punch to the face, she flailed her arms at the sitting redhead, trying to claw with her sharpened nails as she rose to her knees.

Champagne threw several punches out as she too tried to rise. While they connected beautifully, they weren't enough to stop the bloodied blonde from getting up.

Sareena threw all her weight forward. Smashing her tits into Champagne's face, she pinned the redhead against the turnbuckle. The blonde laughed in victory as she squeezed her boobs together to make a perfect smother.

Club veterans watching the match were unimpressed. Sareena wasn't even trying to pin the still concious Champagne. As such they were unsurprised when the stripper began driving her fists into Sareena's unprotected stomach.

Champagne had never been smothered, and was going to make the blonde pay for it. With her hands free, she threw full power punches into Sareena's midriff. She was just starting to have trouble breathing when the tits lifted away.

Sareena's ribs were probably cracked from the redhead's punishing blows. She was forced to pull back and defend herself. As she covered her middle, the punches immediately transitioned to her face.

The crowd cheered Champagne on as they watched her batter the busty blonde back across the ring.

Still on her knees, the stripper furiously pounded Sareena wherever the blonde wasn't defending. She got her feet under her as Sareena fell over. The redhead laughing as she stomped her heel down on the squirming blonde.

Sareena was too weak to fight off her tormentor, all she could do was uselessly try to curl up to protect herself.

Champagne crushed the blonde's tits under her foot. Stomping over and over again in an attempt to burst them. After several minutes of the torture, the once perfect orbs were split and bruised beyond recognition.

Sareena barely twitched as she was dragged the few feet to her own turnbuckle. With some difficulty, Champagne lifted the dead-weight woman into place, standing her against the ring corner. Using the blonde's own red leggings, the stripper lashed her unconscious opponent to the ropes, arms outstretched.

Referred to as the crucifix, the move was a popular finisher set-up, typically reserved for deathmatches.

Champagne climbed the blonde and, to the approval of the crowd, placed her firm ass over the woman's upturned face. Hands on her hips, she began her signature kill. Rapidly flexing her ass muscles, a butterfly tattooed on there appeared to flutter. This would be the twentieth kill she'd made that way, although officially she had to say it was the ninth.

The wings didn't stop fluttering till the death buzzer sounded. The victorious Champagne stayed where she was for the victory photo, secretly winded from the rapid flexing following the fight and beating. When she did finally dismount, she yanked off Sareena's bloodsoaked bra as a trophy before leaving the ring.

Champagne's stripclub would be packed tonight for a massive party. All the monitors showing an endlessly looped video of all the smother kills the red-head had ever officially made.

Tits: 1
Ass:1