The Club- Rainy Day Surprise Fight (Part 2)

[mcgoll]

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.

This is a direct sequel to the first part, taking place only a few hours after.


Summer: Brutalized and left to freeze out on the patio, Summer drifted in and out of conciousness for hours. Any concious thought other than escape was directed at her tormentor. While she had entered the apartment planning on a regular knock-out fight, now she wanted nothing more than to murder Chanel any way she could.
Fun Fact: Summer comes from a long line of Club fighters. She and surviving family are always crowd favourites.


Chanel: Currently enjoying the fruits of her labour, fucking the man she and Summer fought over like mad. Like Summer, almost every thought is about killing her rival. Wanting to keep her reputation as a fair and merciful fighter intact, she will wait till she has Summer completely alone to make her move.
Fun Fact: Chanel has been watching every video she can find of Summer and her various (identical) family members losing fights and matches. With a dynastic family like Summer's, that means a lot of lost deathmatches.

Summer spent the entire night out on the patio, her saving grace being that she'd attacked Chanel just before midnight. The heavy rain washed away her blood as well as the cum Chanel had gushed over her face and tits. But she wouldn't forget about it so easily.

She was just regaining full conciousness when the panties tying her hands together came undone. With frozen hands Summer wasn't able to untie her savaged tits, but she was quickly helped by Erik, who had been the one to release her in the first place.

Erik took Summer inside, almost fully supporting her as she tried to rub feeling back into her extremities. She collapsed on the floor as he dried her off with a towel. Through chattering teeth Summer asked the only thing she cared about, "So where's your new bitch? Didn't even spend the night?"

Erik shook his head and pointed at the closed bedroom door. "She didn't want you freezing to death out there. Said I should send you to the lobby to get an ambulance."

Summer's indignation raised to a boil instantly, adrenaline and hatred returning most of her strength. Her tormentor was taking pity on her? The bitch was dead meat.

Erik didn't even know how to respond as Summer threw the towel into his face and sucker-punched him in the gut. While he considered himself to be fit, Summer's boxing honed punch still winded him and left him staggered. He chose not to say anything though as Summer moved towards the closed door to try and get her revenge.

Unlike many Club bedrooms, Erik's bed didn't face the door. The classic "Blowjob Ambush" style of private match meant that most men liked the ambusher to be able to sneak up on their victims. As such, when Summer snuck in, she was looking over the headboard, facing the same direction as Chanel who had her eyes on the wall-sized television.

Chanel lay on the sex-soiled bedspread, legs apart as she lightly fingered herself. She waved her other hand back at what she thought was Erik returning. "Quiet, this is the best part!"

Summer knew the video playing on the TV well. No-one would easily forget footage of their mother being killed. Her mother's final grudge match wasn't at the fatal finish yet though. Chanel apparently got off more on the moment Summer's mother got titsmothered by her romantic rival (while the woman simultaneously titfucked the man being fought over).

Chanel shuddered with delight as the video progressed through a closeup of terrified eyes so similar to Summer's. "You got back quick, did the stupid whore actually die?"

Summer marched around the side of the bed, "No, but you will!"

Erik just entered the room in time to see the surprised Chanel get grabbed by the throat.

Summer rammed Chanel back to the mattress before leaping on top of her. Knee landing on the oversexed brunette's sensitive cunt. As Chanel reflexively tried to sit up Summer slammed a fist into her head, knocking her back down. Screaming in the downed woman's face, "Who's! The! Stupid! Whore! Now!" punctuating each word with a heavy punch.

Having been punched six times in the face, Chanel finally gathered her wits and retaliated. Digging her fingers into Summer's swollen tits immediately loosened the screaming woman's grip on Chanel's throat.

Chanel spat out blood as she shoved Summer off, the busty brunette was vicious but was nowhere near full strength. Chanel grinned despite the pain in her jaw, before it would have been so out of character for her to kill Summer that Erik would talk about it. Now though, it was practically self-defence, so long as she limited herself on how much torture she subjected the dumb bitch to first.

Summer hit the ground hard after Chanel pushed her off the bed, groaning as she tried to protect her damaged chest. When Chanel, standing over her victoriously, kicked her hands to the side she didn't have the strength to bring them back up. One of her hands slipped under the bed and found something hard though. She gripped as hard a she could as Chanel set up for the finish.

Chanel, laughing, purposefully fell to her knees, perfectly straddling her busty opponent. Grabbing a bloody tit with one hand she prepared to return the face striking she'd just received.

Summer didn't know what she'd grabbed, but swung it as hard as she could at the laughing brunette sitting on her. Only to find it was a massive dildo somebody had left under Erik's bed (Earlier that week it had been used by one of his lovers to sexually torture the loser of a similar nights entertainment).

Erik winced as blood sprayed across the room, blasted out of Chanel's no doubt shattered nose. The unsuspecting brunette had taken the hard rubber right acros the face before toppling drunkenly sideways.

Both women lay still for a full minute before Summer, the only one still conscious, tried to get up. Breathing hard from exhaustion and pain, she grabbed the limp Chanel by the hair and dragged her towards the bedrooms patio door.

The rain was finally letting up when Chanel was pulled out onto the patio, only a few feet down from where she'd tied up Summer for the night. Summer held her up and slapped her back and forth across the face till she started to come around.

Summer took one look in Chanel's bleary eyes before grabbing her by the hair with both hands. She rammed her rival full force into the balcony railing then reached down between her spread legs.

Chanel was too dazed by the blow to even cry out as fingers dug into her newly bruised pussy. But when one hard shove launched her out into space, tits brushing past the railing, she shrieked louder than ever before.

Erik was going to run out and look down as Chanel's scream echo'd around the apartment block, but was stopped when Summer collapsed into him. Out cold, he carried her back inside before anyone went out on their own patios to see what had happened. A car alarm sounding from the street bespoke Chanel's messy fate.

It was all over so fast the video playing wasn't even over yet. Summer's mother on screen still being humiliated on camera. Erik decided to restart the match while Summer slept off her own near loss beside him.

[princedargon]

Well you didn't say which floor she fell from, so if it was only the third floor or lower then she could have survived, setting up a club grudge match between the two with foot long dildos being used as weapons (after Chanel gets out of the hospital, of course). :P

[mcgoll]

Shit, I must have deleted that part cause I did actually originally write it as being the fortieth floor. Not much hope of a rematch from that...

[princedargon]

Ah, well in that case then she's definitely a puddle of goo.

[mcgoll]

Club medicine is highly advanced, but not enough to save somebody who fell forty floors onto a car, no. That being said I like the idea of a dildo or strap-on grudge match. Probably taking place at the Brothel it would have rules of being regular knock-out fight unless the victor can bring her opponent to orgasm, only then can the defeated be finished for good.

I might also write the match that Chanel was watching when she was ambushed. I haven't written any prequel matches yet but have mentioned a couple throughout the stories that I wouldn't mind fleshing out. Any suggestions or requests are of course always welcome.