Darcie is my honey.... but here comes trouble...
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.
Most Club fight promoters have a favourite venue they try to book matches for. Aside from the private matches for his girlfriends, promoter Jack enjoys filling up the booking for a small venue called "The Match-Up." While he is a part-owner, it isn't for the personal wealth that he does so.
The Match-Up doesn't care who is fighting, only that the combatants be opposites or otherwise interesting to pit against one another. Blonde Vs. Brunette is the most common mix, but costumed fighters are always a fan favourite (Angel Vs. Devil, Nurse Vs. Schoolgirl, etc). Tonight though is a familiar twist on the old classic, a Blonde Vs. Brunette tag-team match.
The Teams
Kagney (left) & Maddi (right): One of the very few long-term teams currently operating in the Club. The blonde couple have been fighting together ever since Kagney was initiated six months ago. Maddi, a Club killer for over a year took an immediate liking to the younger woman after seeing how effectively she killed her first opponent. Since becoming teamates and lovers they have yet to lose a match, even killing six other teams in amongst all the knockouts, all deaths at the hands of the more vicious Maddi.
Fun Fact: Unlike Kagney, Maddi still fights solo matches. Always taking the bra off her defeated opponents as a trophy. Preferably removing it from a dead body.
Ami (left) & Darcie (right): Unlike the blondes, the brunette team has no personal history together. Both having worked for Jack before joining the Club, it was his idea that they team up against the dangerous blonde duo. Ami, the taller of the pair has been a Member for only a few months, hoping for the chance to get at Kagney in a solo match (the blonde was initiated against one of Ami's co-worker friends). Darcie, only a Member for a few weeks, has her own reasons for agreeing to the match.
Fun Fact: Both brunette's fought proving matches in Jack's office basement before being initiated. Darcie smothering an annoying blonde whereas Ami broke the neck of a redhead she had an office rivalry with.
The Match-Up is in most respects a standard boxing ring. A moderate amount of seating surrounds the ring on all sides, with four preparation rooms, one in each corner.
The blondes entered first. Holding hands, the topless pair wore matching lingerie panties and leggings, as always. Kagney stepped on the ropes to allow Maddi to enter, the young blonde took her place in the outside corner as Maddi paraded around the ring, her arms held high to applause from her fans.
Ami and Darcie entered as soon as the audience started to calm down. Unlike the blondes they walked in single file, Ami leading, head held high. Both wore black bikini outfits, taking Jack's advice to wear something different than the blonde's usual lingerie. Ami, planning to be the first to fight, hopped over the ropes as Darcie took her place opposite Kagney.
Like almost all Club tag-team matches, the rules were simple. Out of ring teammates can not lean in past their navel when trying to tag their partner and have to stick to their two sides of the ring. Tagging out has a one-minute timer attached, making it a tactical choice when possibly outmatched.
As per an agreement made before the fight (mostly between Maddi and Ami), this team deathmatch will have a slight twist. As soon as a kill is made, the surviving team will be allowed to double up on their final opponent. A common enough agreement, few have ever survived being teamed up on.
The starting pair circled one another in the ring, sizing each other up. Maddi shook her chest at the brunette while starting the pre-fight threats, "I can't wait to smother you, bitch, maybe I'll kill your partner first so Kagney can hold you down."
Ami stepped in close, taller than any of the other combatants she loomed over Maddi as she glared down. "Whatever blondie, you'll be dead soon, I just want to kill your little whore."
Maddi retreated to her corner without another word, more pissed that she wasn't the target than she was about the threat against her life. When Kagney tried to loosen up her shoulders the older blonde swatted her hands away.
When the start bell rang both combatants charged. Smashing into one another at full speed. Ami looking for a quick win and Maddi wanting to punish the flippant brunette.
Neither brawler had any real boxing training, Maddi preferring to pin and strangle opponents, and Ami just relying on brute force. As such their flurry of punches was uncoordinated and equally damaging. Both punching the other's upper body while trying to go for face shots.
After a full minute of pacing in a circle, slugging one another, Ami was the one who finally changed tactics. Shoving Maddi back after a particularly painful punch to the blonde's nipple she used the extra space to drive the pointed toe of her shoe right up into her opponents lightly covered crotch.
Maddi shrieked in pain as her legs gave out. The crowd laughed as she crashed to her tailbone. A moment later she was knocked senseless by a followup kick to the chin. Her arms thrown out wide she lucked into Kagney tagging her out. The young blonde reaching at maximum into the ring.
Kagney rolled to the side as Ami attempted to stomp on the back of her head. Effectively flipping into the ring fully before springing sideways onto her feet. Kagney redirected and charged strait into the surprised brunette, crashing into the unprepared midsection in a flying tackle right over the legs of her recovering lover.
Ami folded as she was thrown back, landing heavily with the irate Kagney on top. She suffered several undefended blows to the face before a sharp tug at her long hair jerked her back to reality. Screaming in rage, she punched upwards, driving the small blonde's head back. The hit itself didn't have much to it, but Kagney was still lifted off and to the side.
Rolling as soon as she hit mat, Kagney was on her knees and pouncing back in without hesitation. While Maddi typically got more press and attention due to being the partnerships death dealer, Kagney wasn't just kept for her looks. Ami had barely raised herself to one arm when she took a full force elbow strike to the jaw, all of the blonde's momentum driving it forward.
Falling back with Kagney laying across her, Ami switched tactics again. Digging her nails into soft titflesh and twisting hard. She got a rush as the blonde she came here to kill screamed in pain, the vicious brunette wrenched the soft mounds as far apart as she could.
Ami managed to get to her knees, putting her weight down on the thrashing Kagney. She gripped the small blonde's chest hard enough to draw blood as she dragged the screaming woman back and forth. The brunette laughed at her victim's pain and started kicking her repeatedly in the ribs as she got to her feet.
Maddi watched anxiously from her corner. Her lover was in the middle of the ring, way to far away to even attempt tagging. She chewed her lip as Ami tortured the other blonde, if Kagney died she'd be facing the injured but still dangerous Ami and the completely rested Darcie together.
Ami wasn't going for the kill though. After scratching deep furrows into Kagney's breasts, cracking three of her ribs and beating her face purple, the brunette suddenly let the barely concious woman go. Kicking her over towards Maddi she triumphantly prowled around her edge of the ring.
Kagney pathetically crawled over to her lover's extended arm. Having to pull herself out of the ring as Maddi jumped over her a second after tagging in.
Maddi ran soundlessly right at Ami who was pacing with her back to the blonde's corner, only to fall right into her trap as the brunette sidestepped her. A kick to the knee as she tried to stop sent the blonde sprawling, rolling right into Darcie's turnbuckle. Although she never knew it, the brunettes had shared a pre-planned hand signal right when Ami dodged.
Darcie reached down and gripped blonde hair, jumping off the ring she ripped Maddi's face into the floor as she landed on the few feet of mat that counted as her turf. She felt the ring shake as Ami stomped on the back of Maddi's skull. The tall brunette held the top ropes to give herself traction as she brought her heel down again and again. The brunettes had opted for short, blunt heels for just this sort of manuever.
Maddi was completely helpless, her head stomped on every few seconds with a punch from Darcie to the face in between each heavy thud. Mashed into the corner between the turnbuckle and the ground, she twitched spasmodically as the brunette's jointly beat her to death.
It was hard to tell who got the kill as the death buzzer rang out a full two seconds after Darcie's nose-shattering uppercut, but right before Ami tried grinding her shoe down on the exposed neck. Either way, Ami kept the pressure up till she heard a telltale crunch. Maddi's legs kicked one last time as Ami withdrew the crimson heel.
Darcie finally climbed through the ropes as Ami turned, hands on hips, to stare over at the doomed Kagney. The pitiful, bleeding blonde glanced back at the exit, if she tried to run from this she'd be hunted down by any Club Member interested in a reward (she'd be sure to be beaten to near death again and probably violated before being handed over to let Ami finish the job), which meant almost literally any female Member.
Bravely facing her fate in a way that very few (let alone injured) Club Members ever managed, Kagney awkwardly stepped into the ring. She advanced slowly with fists raised in a boxer's stance. She didn't want Ami to have the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy.
The brunette's circled to either side, forcing the lone blonde to make a choice and turn to follow Ami. This proved the correct choice as the tall pugilista struck first. Kagney failed completely to block and received a full power right hook to her already bruised jaw. Completely exhausted, that was all Kagney could stand.
As Kagney hit the ground she saw Darcie's feet step over her. A second later there was a heavy thud and the crowd gasped.
Darcie's completely unexpected uppercut was devastating. Blood blasted out of Ami's mouth as her ally's fist forced her to bite her tongue. Ami tottered on her heels for a second before another full power punch crunched right into her nose.
Spraying blood out in an arc, Ami collapsed to the ground, limbs splayed out randomly. She lay there twitching as Darcie calmly slapped Kagney back to conciousness. Holding the blonde's head on both sides while looking down into the unfocused eyes, Darcie spoke loudly and clearly, "I need you to make the kill, I'm not allowed to!"
It was true, combatants were prohibited from killing their own teammates (back before that rule many a tagteam had been destroyed by internal bickering. Sometimes the traitor even dying soon after at the hands of her real enemies). That didn't stop some women from refusing to tag out a clearly outmatched ally, but moves like Darcie's traitorous sucker-punches were almost unheard of these days.
Kagney nodded dumbly. She knew that the second she killed Ami she'd be dead meat, but at this point it was the only revenge she'd ever get. With Darcie the sole survivor the cunning brunette would get the belongings of all three women plus all of the venue winnings for herself.
Darcie dragged her former ally over by the hair, guiding Kagney's limp hands to the out-cold woman's throat. From there she watched in silent glee as the blonde pressed down, hard. She'd always hated the woman Ami was here to avenge, and had never planned to let the other brunette succeed. At the same time she cemented her reputation as a truly bad bitch, which was a nice bonus.
Ami gurgled weakly for a minute before the death buzzer sounded a second time. Kagney rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, completely submitting and hoping for a clean death. Once again she wouldn't beg for her life though.
Kagney was hauled up to a sitting position and found herself placed against Darcie's leg, a hand on her head. Opening her eyes she immediately saw the victory photographer already in the ring, facing her.
Darcie's victory photo showed her standing over Ami's bloody body. One arm flexing in victory, the other politely holding up Kagney, who instinctively clutched the brunette's thigh in her bid to stay upright. Maddi's defeated heap of a body was in the background, clearly not what Darcie was so proud of a she stood grinning for the camera.
Much to the surprise of the audience, Darcie let Kagney leave the ring alive, unenslaved and even fully concious. One last "fuck you" to Ami, who had entered this exclusively to kill the other new Member. Leaving the blonde with most of the money didn't bother her either, already rich as most veterans since killing a celebrity in her initiation.
Darcie is my honey.... but here comes trouble...
That was an unexpected surprise. Really like how that one turned out.
Thanks! I like to change it up once in a while. Also I realized I've never written a tag-team match, and that was unforgivable. I also really liked the photo of Kagney & Maddi and wanted to use them as a team.Originally Posted by Garren
This doesn't take place in the Club-Verse. Although it is in a similar-but-different existence, where there is no formal organization controlling female combat. Instead its a lot less specific, warrior women being much more plentiful and rarely agreeing to any set rules or boundaries.Darcie is my honey.... but here comes trouble...
Anyway, here's a nice and short story for Ted Mark. Bitchtown Brawlers
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Darcie hadn't seen the ambush coming. When she'd been going down on her man she got attacked from behind. The dirty blonde her man had been seeing on the side was apparently a dirty fighter to boot.
Juliana had only just found out her boyfriend was apparently not as single as she'd been led to believe. Made evident when she followed him home hoping to surprise him. Walking right through the unlocked front door she immediatly heard his typical sex groans coming from the living room, and a second later she found a naked brunette taking his entire shaft right between her little whore lips.
While he'd planned to work both women for a little longer before introducing them, just seeing Juliana's enraged face was enough to bring her boyfriend over the edge. He let loose right into the back of Darcie's throat.
Darcie screamed as her head was ripped backwards by a strong hand gripping her hair. She barely got a glimpse of some pissed off blonde before a fist smashed into her cum filled mouth.
Juliana didn't let go of the whore's brown hair as she slapped her back and forth. Grabbing Darcie by the throat she lifted her to her feet. With a scream of rage Juliana threw the sputtering and surprised brunette across the room. The blonde took a moment to glance around the room, seeing all the pictures her man had of Darcie, it was clear she wasn't just some prostitute as she'd originally hoped.
Darcie landed half-on half-off one of the room's couches, ramming her face into the upholstered arm. If she'd hit the couch opposite, she'd have probably cracked her skull on it's wooden edges.
Juliana had come here wearing easy to remove clothing that only just covered her. Tearing her tiny shirt off she stood, chest heaving with excitement in front of her still erect boyfriend. "Time to trade up, babe. You're little sluts gonna wish she was dead in about thirty seconds."
Moaning in pain and confusion, Darcie shook her head and tried to get up. Only to have a knee slam into her back and wedge her further into the couch. Her head was once again wrenched backwards as the unknown blonde laughed in her ear, "You think you're the only one who's killed for that cock? I'm gonna enjoy fucking you up, whore!"
It was true, just three nights before Julianna had fought over her man in the private back room of a gentlemen's club. Usually two of the club's whores would be purchased to duke it out, but Julianna had insisted on the much more dangerous option of letting her tangle with one of the warrior women. After a short but intense battle, the blonde crushed her petite Asian opponent's throat against the central dancer's pole.
Now, Julianna dragged Darcie off the couch and threw her rolling across the floor. The brunette's tits slapped against hardwood as she roughly bounced twice before ending up on her back in the middle of the room.
The blonde had her arms wide as she confidently walked over, yelling at the senseless Darcie. "Big bad bitch, huh? What a fucking joke!" Having taken the time to truly look around now, Julianna had noticed the two dozen or so victory photos Darcie had. All took place in this room, and just from glancing about the blonde could tell she'd enjoy a closer look later, before she threw them all out to start filling the room with her own.
As Julliana went to stomp on her victim, Darcie lashed out with a foot and caught her directly in the knee. The blonde toppled forward, unable to brace herself before landing heavily right on the squirming brunette.
Darcie hadn't won so many fights purely by ambush, she frequently had to beat her opponents down before the finish, now, screaming, she thrashed wildly at her aggressor.
Combative killers both, the two rolled painfully across the hardwood floor. Trying their best to punch and knee one another as they struck the unforgiving floor over and over again. Darcie usually laid down a carpet before attacking, but hadn't expected to be interrupted tonight.
Gripping Darcie's ribs with her knees, Julianna screamed in exertion as she crushed the brunette with jean-covered legs. Grabbing Darcie's arms at the wrists, the blonde forced the struggling woman onto her back beneath herself.
Darcie was stopped from having the power to punch at the woman crushing her to death. Sputtering with panic and rage, she managed to grip onto the heaving chest above her and dig her nails in. Forcing all she had into it, blood immediatly formed around her steeled fingers.
Julianna had been punched in the tits before, but this was something entirely new. Hot daggers slicing into her magnificent breasts. Her hands lost their grip and she was immediately dragged down into a jaw-crushing punch.
Darcie gasped for air as she rolled Julianna over, smashing the blonde's head into the hard floor as they reversed positions. Typically she didn't finish opponents fast, but this time she wrapped both hands around that exposed throat and pushed down with all her weight.
Used to being fought over, Darcie's man calmly got his camera ready. Taking several shots as his brunette lover laughed through her coughing as she throttled the dying Julianna, smashing the dirty blonde head into the floor over and over again.
It wasn't Darcie's favourite victory photo, simply leaning over the splayed out blonde, who's purple face was twisted due to a crushed neck. Nonetheless she hung a large version of it right above the couch she'd been thrown onto.
Fun Facts:
-Darcie never fought at the gentlemen's club, preferring "to kill on familiar ground."
-Julianna's first opponent was a complete rookie, having been hired that very night.
-Darcie's favourite victory photo didn't actually show her opponent dead. A busty blonde with short curly hair was laying on her front, looking back in shock and pain. Her arms bound by cord, the blonde was helpless as a wickedly grinning Darcie shoved the long heel of a shoe into her ass. She had of course killed the tortured blonde minutes later, but no after shot showcased the right amount of suffering her boyfriend's former lover had endured.
Thanks!
It "worked" for me.
Kate looks pissed!
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