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    The Club- Brothel Madams Fight For Supremacy

    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.

    For years the Club has had only one large-scale brothel. Plenty of women whore out their slaves, but making a business of it is dangerous.

    The danger being the brothel Madams. Any wannabe Madam finds herself fighting the current MAJOR Madam at some point. Either in a highly publicized deathmatch or, if she doesn't agree to one, a much more dangerous ambush late at night.

    The current wannabe, a longtime member named Marilyn, has chosen the much smarter option. She knows she has a greater chance of survival in a stand up fight. Also, the winner gains all the loser's possessions, including her business.

    As with all Madam fights, a tradition going back years, the pugilistas will wear classic style corset outfits of their own choosing.

    The Upstart
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    Marilyn: A feisty brunette that never set out to own her own brothel. But after slaving a dozen fighters in deathmatches, she found good money in making whores of them. From there it wasn't long before she was titled a Madam by others. Not wanting to be murdered in her sleep, she agreed to a deathmatch challenge.
    Fun Fact: Aside from her entrance match, Marilyn has never killed an opponent, despite winning sixteen deathmatches (every opponent eventually begging for mercy). She plans to slave the current brothel owner, then, after taking her place as Madam, keep her as a free whore for anyone to use.

    The Reigning Madam
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    Taylor: Brothel Madam, veteran fighter, blonde, and severely pissed off. Like the past hundred brothel Mistresses, Taylor does not take kindly to upstarts on her turf. She is however secretly delighted, as it's not often she gets legal deathmatches herself any more, everyone being too afraid of her. The last five women to start up mini whore-houses declined her challenges (she still wore a corset when she brutally murdered them in their sleep, tradition). She doesn't plan on ending this fight quickly.
    Fun Fact: Taylor's corset is a trophy, stripped off the body of the previous Madam. She had to fix where it was torn, increase the bust size, and have the blood and urine cleaned off.

    Madam Match
    Taylor had been waiting a long time for a match like this. It was Six years since an up-and-coming Asian member had tried to take her business and challenged her to a proper Madam match. She'd had deathmatches since, but they just didn't get her going like the traditional corset matches did (she also caused a number of "disappearances" too, but those were mostly one-sided beat downs).

    The blonde Madam had her boxing ring removed in preparation. Instead there was just an empty expanse in front of the bleacher-like couches arrayed around the room. Once the fight started, there were no boundaries, people might just have to get out of the way.

    With plush carpeting instead of the usual fighting mat, both women chose to go barefoot except for their leggings. High heels would be more traditional, but neither fighter would risk tripping on carpet just for looks.

    Marilyn entered first, normally whoever issued the challenge would be first out, but Taylor owned the place. If the blonde said she got to make the second entrance, then that's what would happen.

    The brunette's entrance was met with ecstatic applause and cheering, led by her slaves. Marilyn had brought her perma-slaves to the match, naked or topless they were sitting on the ground behind her starting point. At her eventual victory she'd declare all her whores free for the night.

    The applause Taylor received completely overpowered any sound Marilyn's fans could put out. The brothel Mistress received a standing ovation just for entering the room. Everyone was eager to watch Taylor make another brutal kill, or finally die (The blonde had long outstripped the average brothel owner's life expectancy of six months).

    Taylor let the cheering die down before stepping up within speaking range of Marilyn. Always a fan of shit-talking, Taylor made sure to threaten all the women she killed. For Marilyn she'd even come up with a new threat.

    The Madams squared off, walking slowly in circles as Taylor started speaking first, "If you've got any last words, say them now bitch. You won't get another chance, I'm gonna have you choking on blood in about two minutes."

    Marilyn just rolled her eyes before responding. "Do me a favour, give up before I have to torture you too much. I don't want to get blood all over my new carpets."

    Taylor grinned a she walked back to her start point. She liked it when her opponents had original threats.

    Marilyn slipped the top of her corset down, she'd always found the topless corset look to be the hottest. With the talking done, she got prepared for the buzzer.

    Taylor had one of her favourite fighters on the bell. Technically the woman was also referee, but this fight would have so few rules it wouldn't matter.

    Blair, the ref, sitting at the top of the bleachers, hit the buzzer. She made sure to wait till both fighters were ready, not wanting to appear biased.

    Standing only a few feet apart in the first place, the Madams met up before the buzzer had finished. Taylor getting in the first blow with a powerful punch to Marilyn's ribs.

    Marilyn's corset was made of a stiff material that softened the blow, allowing her to respond instantly. The brunette brought her knee up into Taylor's right side, forcing the blonde to stumble.

    Pressing her small advantage, Marilyn threw herself at Taylor, trying to punch right where she'd just struck a moment ago. She got three good punches into the blonde's midsection before getting cold-cocked by a blow to the side of the head.

    Both women fell to the mat. Marilyn twisting around, landing in a daze on her back. Taylor clutching her suddenly aching side, falling to her knees. They recovered equally well, as one returning to their feet, standing as far apart as the beginning of the match.

    After a few seconds staring each other down, Marilyn charged. Taylor met her head on though, driving an arm up under the brunette's chin, forcing her head painfully back.

    Marilyn swung wildly, grabbing a hold of Taylor's top and tearing the front. There were many whistles and catcalls from the crowd as the blonde's large chest poped out of the tight corset.

    Taylor wasn't phased by this, few members would be. She used the opportunity to grab a hold of Marilyn's jaw though. Holding the brunette still for the second it took her to wind up a full-power right hook.

    Marilyn was thrown across the carpet at Taylor's punch. Landing amongst her startled slaves. The area immediately around Marilyn cleared, members climbing up the bleachers, slaves moving to either side, still on the floor.

    One of the slaves though, a cute brunette (made a slave after foolishly challenging Marilyn one week after initiation), made the mistake of helping Marilyn back up.

    Marilyn stood, only to knocked back down by a kick to the jaw. Her vision blurred as she fell back to the plush carpeting.

    Taylor ignored her semi-concious opponent. Instead focusing on the slave that had just rendered aid mid-fight. The bewildered brunette didn't see the blow coming, paying attention to her injured mistress.

    Thirsty for blood, the crowd cheered Taylor on as she drove her knee up under the slave's jaw. With the young woman down, the blonde Madam grabbed her by the throat with one hand and started viciously beating her with the other.

    The slave screamed out at first, but was quickly knocked unconscious. Taylor stopped punching and wrapped both hands around the narrow throat instead.

    Marilyn came to to find Taylor right beside her, killing her most profitable slave. Not that she cared, she'd have sacrificed every woman in the room (not just her slaves) for a free strike at Taylor.

    The brunette struck as hard as she could, driving her heel into Taylor's injured side. She felt at least one rib crack, if not break. The brunette grinned evilly as Taylor screamed in pain.

    Taylor fell back, pressing on her crushed side. It was only by luck that she got her knees up as Marilyn pounced on her. Holding the brunette off before kicking out savagely, throwing the upstart away.

    Marilyn landed on her ass and was immediately surprised when Taylor was at her throat, trying to finish her the same way she had K.O.ed the slave.

    The blonde held Marilyn still with one hand, ignoring the flaring pain in her side she struck out with the other arm. Her first punch resulted in a satisfying crunch against the brunette's jaw. The second blow was a backhand so hard it felt like she'd broken her fingers. The third hit was an uppercut, blood sprayed out of Marilyn's mouth in an arc as her head was blasted backwards.

    Taylor's earlier threat became very real, very quickly. If Marilyn was trying to beg for mercy, nobody could understand it over the blood in her mouth. She held her hands up as if surrendering, Taylor slapped them aside and started pounding her fists down into the once-beautiful face.

    The crowd cheered ever harder over the wet smacking sound of Taylor beating in Marilyn's face. The blonde sat on the pink corset, occasionally grabbing a handhold of brown hair, dragging Marilyn's head into a punch that tore hair out.

    Typically Taylor liked sexually abusing her opponents, strap-ons and other sex toys being used frequently to the approval of the crowd. Today though she just beat her opponent to death, blood covering her previously pristine blue gloves.

    When the death sensor picked up Marilyn's expiration, Taylor didn't let up. Not stopping for another five minutes, after which the broken mess on the ground was no longer recognizable. For her victory photo she propped the dead woman up, blood covering the "face" and bared chest, urine soaking the floor beneath.

    Taylor personally broke the still-unconscious slave's neck before divvying up the other slaves. The blonde's favourite fighters got to use the whores she gave them however they saw fit (although she made sure they promised that not a single one of Marilyn's sex-slaves would survive the night).

    The victory photo joined the others in the main hallway. Anybody entering the brothel had to walk down the hallway. It was thus stocked with all her favourite and most recent victory images.

    It would be a long time before Taylor saw another upstart in an official fight.

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    Re: The Club- Brothel Madams Fight For Supremacy

    Not much of a fight! No ripping breasts off, kicks in the cunt and so on, crusched ovaries. Instead boring hits to the head. Disappointed!

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    Re: The Club- Brothel Madams Fight For Supremacy

    Love this series. Good decisive fights, excellent wish I could write, I would love to contribute to this and the elevator fights. Please keep up the great work

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