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 Talent Scout
Chapter I
Brothel Brawlers
Wyatt was as down and out as a Talent Scout could be. A laughingstock of his profession of finding the best fighting women, and managing them to be true champions.
His last six attempts at finding the perfect combatant had all miserably failed. A total three years spent on fighters that completely failed to make an impact on the real fighting circuits. Each one dying while in mere "training" matches.
The so-called perfect combatant was of course an exaggeration. All Talent Scouts merely looking for an unknown that matched their criteria. She had to already be a fighter (or in the rarest of cases, have obvious potential), have the looks of a beauty model (even if a heavily muscled and scarred fighter would win more matches, she would never be a celebrity), and most importantly, be willing to unreservedly slaughter each and every opponent that threatened her future.
Wyatt had had great hopes for his last attempt. Grace had had the looks, flowing red hair, perfectly sculpted proportions and creamy flawless skin. She had had the ability, easily decimating every foe she ever faced. But what she had lacked was the killer instinct, being ambushed and murdered by a humiliated opponent minutes after leaving her alive in what was allowed to be a deathmatch. Her skull caved in by a slamming locker door, a partying Wyatt didn't find out about it till her cold body was found an hour later.
Now, spending the last of his dwindling cash reserves on booze and brothel whores, Wyatt wondered at what he was going to do next.
Luckily for him, since learning of his Talent Scout status, the brothel's owner had been trying non-stop to impress him. Frequent free drinks and girls stretched his cash a long way, but the Madam wasn't what he was looking for. He highly doubted she'd be willing to leave her lucrative business to embark on the dangerous road to championship.
Sitting at the bar, Wyatt stewed in his own thoughts. Only barely listening to the brothel Madam leaning across the counter. The blonde was shamelessly flirting as usual, her top pulled down so far he could just spot the top of her nipples.
Like most Friday nights, the main room of the brothel had been turned into a ramshackle boxing ring. Wyatt had been visiting it for the last few weeks, among several other minor fighting establishments. The Madam was bragging about tonight's big fight, a match up between two of her best fighters against a rival's best girls.
With the lights dimming, Wyatt turned to face the ring. Despite the Madam's obvious excitement, the crowd was small, and mostly made up of regulars.
Wyatt finally started to take interest when the ladies were introduced. The Madam hopping in to the ring to personally describe her own fighters.
Summer and Skye- The Brothel's top fighters, and most frequent team up. The busty brunette Summer and her blonde partner Skye. The Madam personally removed each fighters panties, leaving them in nothing but coloured fishnets and shoes. As agreed with her rival, all fighters tonight would be slaves, each one born with her life in the hands of others. Much to Wyatt's interest, one team would be permanently wiped out tonight.
The rival, a redheaded Strip-Club owner, took the ring a moment after the Madam left the other side. Making as much a show of her introduction.
Jess and Cailey- Two of the Stripper's finest dancers, the limber blonde and brunette were also it's very best fighters. Jointly entering in full outfits, they delicately stripped down to match their opponents, in black and white leggings and heels. Their owner very proudly stated that they had never lost a team match, and that the dark haired Cailey had even "accidentally" killed three opponents in the last year.
This was not to be a tagteam match, all four fighters would be in the ring at the same time. No rules against team-ups, no rounds, no mercy.
Summer and Skye huddled in their corner, giggling together as they decided who got to fight who. In return, Jess and Cailey stood proudly facing them, having already made up their minds as to who they wanted to kill.
With the fighters squaring off in the center of the ring, brunettes facing off a few feet from the snarling blondes, the Madam took her place near the bell. She waited till both the combatants and crowd were ready to start throwing blows before ringing it.
DING! DING! DING!
Jess and Skye were only inches apart, and hurled themselves at one another with shrieks of fury. The limber Jess immediately hooked her leg behind Skye, trying to drop the bigger blonde to the floor under her. Skye in return rammed her shoulder right in between Jess's breasts as she fell, slamming to the floor on top of the surprised woman.
Standing further apart than their teammates, the brunettes started off much more carefully. Raising their fists and quickly skipping away from the snarling blondes rolling on the ground. Cailey, sneered at the bustier Summer, "Last bitch I killed had punching bag tits like yours, whore! I'm going to enjoy boxing them before finishing you off!"
Summer's response was a perfectly thrown punch to Cailey's big mouth. The dark-haired dancer struck back instantly though, rolling with the punch, she twisted around and drove her elbow right under Summer's giant tit. Following up with a rapid-fire assault of body blows before rocking a surprisingly powerful fist into Summer's jaw that sent her back against the ropes.
Wyatt took immediate interest in the brunette stripper, ignoring the blonde scuffle on the ground almost entirely. Although he did briefly look when Skye shrieked in agony, having Jess in a headlock, Skye was forced to let go when the dancer bit into the side of her large tit.
Cailey advanced on the stumbled Summer, a flurry of tit-shots ending with another blow to the chin kept the bustier brunette against the ropes. Much to Wyatt's surprise though, Summer came right back from the assault. Throwing herself at the surprised Cailey, Summer got off two good shots, one hitting just above the dancers eye, the second digging into her ribcage, before being flung back to the ring edge by a sudden uppercut.
Different sides of the crowd cheered as the blondes rapidly switched places on the ground. At one moment Jess had Skye in a pin, only for Skye to knee her in the crotch and throw her off. A second later it was Jess in trouble, with hands gripping her throat, until she clawed Skye's tits enough to make her let go. The back and forth kept the blonde's rolling across the floor, neither gaining the upper hand for more than a few seconds.
Wyatt's attention was focused on the brunettes, no longer only watching Cailey though. While the stripper had excellent form, throwing punches in an unending volley, Summer just kept coming back for more. Cailey's blows were clearly powerful for her size, rocking Summer back with each loud thud, but the bustier woman managed to block or even dodge two out of every three, ducking to the side or throwing out her elbows. In return, Summer was able to throw out her own weak punch every few seconds, each one finding it's target in Cailey's face.
Only a few minutes in to the fight and Wyatt was starting to get a picture of just how this fight would play out. While the pugilist brunettes were still a bit of a wildcard, the fight for the floor was getting an obvious future. Every time Skye got knocked off or rebuffed from strangling Jess, it was a shorter amount of time before her fingers found their way around the stripper's neck. Wyatt gave Jess maybe another minute before she was doomed. Only a decisive knock-out (or sudden kill) and assist by Cailey could save the slender blonde now.
With a uppercut to Summer's chin, Cailey got enough room for a full on haymaker that threw the ragdolled brunette against a turnbuckle. The quickly constructed ring sagged under Summer's dead weight as she lay face down on the pillowed ring support.
Skye locked her knees right alongside Jess's tits, throwing all her weight into crushing the exhausted blonde's throat with both hands. Screaming in annoyance as she was grabbed by the hair, the busty blonde was silenced by a downward punch from Cailey as she was dragged into the fist.
Cailey laughed as she cocked her fist back for another strike at the dazed Skye. Jess beneath them rubbed at her injured throat and moaned, still pinned under Skye's weight.
The small crowd roared approval as Summer smashed into the unsuspecting Cailey in a flying tackle that threw both brunettes across the ring and Skye to the ground.
When Jess, suddenly filled with adrenaline, tried to leap up, she was stopped short by a wicked kick from Skye. Digging her heel in just under the dancer's jawline, she withdrew it to find the point bloody as Jess fell back thrashing in agony.
Summer, her face and tits a mass of bruises and cuts, landed heavily on top of the unprepared Cailey. Bouncing slightly, her heavy breasts mashed against the gasping stripper's head before coming to a rest. Her tits having crushed Cailey's face against the floor, Summer had a few seconds to regain her composure before the smaller brunette began struggling wildly.
Raising to her knees, Summer sat on Cailey's hips and grabbed her by the hair. Cailey shrieked in terror as her head was craned back, her scream stopped short as her chin was ruthlessly smashed into the ground.
The Madam giggled in Wyatt's ear that she had personally trained each of her fighters, especially Skye, who was her niece. Apparently Skye's mother had once tried to take the brothel for her own and been enslaved for her attempt. The Madam bragged she had made sure all her girls knew to take their time when finishing an opponent for good.
Cailey took half a dozen more ring shuddering head slams before going limp, vainly resisting the whole time. Her partner Jess meanwhile was in much worse straights.
Skye had mounted the smaller blonde, pinning her arms by her side, punches to the face taking what little fight Jess had left out of her. Now, with Jess trapped on her side, Skye wrapped her hand in the dancer's golden hair and tugged as hard as she could. Blood flowed freely from Jess's slashed jaw as the terrified blonde moaned in agony and fear, on display for the whole crowd.
Summer was no less brutal than her ally, stripping the limp Cailey of her remaining fishnets and shoes, she tied the toes of each legging together and tugged on the knot. Looping it twice around Cailey's neck, Summer dug her heel down in to the unconscious woman's bare ass as she hauled back on the material.
Cailey woke up with a sharp heel penetrating her and her spine being bent to snapping point. Pulled not quite to her knees, the flailing brunette was braced against the bottom ropes, rough fibre dragging across her tits as Summer's foot pulled out of her ass and dug into her shoulder instead.
Skye punched Jess over and over again in the already wounded jaw, rubbing her bared crotch on the trapped woman's hipbone with cruel delight. Noticing as Summer suspended Cailey on the ropes, Skye would not be outdone. Standing quickly, Skye dragged Jess to her feet with both hands gripping the limp blonde's scalp.
Cailey's throat gave out at the same moment Skye dropped Jess from standing into a max-speed face plant. The ring shook from the blonde's impact as Summer stumbled backwards, having lost her footing when Cailey's neck snapped.
Summer, still clutching the stretched leggings and dragging Cailey's twitching body, slumped to her knees in exhaustion. Her eyes closed, the brunette let Skye lift her fist in victory. The standing blonde placed her bloody heel on the back of Jess's head as she held Summer's hand aloft while flexing proudly with the other arm.
DING! DING! DING!
The Strip Club owner made a disgusted sound and looked away from the ring as the Madam once again jumped in to stand with her victorious property. No one even bothered to make sure if Jess was actually dead, the quickly spreading pool of blood surrounding her shattered face offering enough proof.
Summer practically had to be dragged out of the ring by Skye, her legs having gone weak once the adrenaline wore off. The dead bodies were less ceremoniously hauled out behind them by slave-girls. Two gripped Jess by the feet, leaving a crimson trail as they removed the blonde's corpse. A third slave picked up the now limp Cailey by the leggings Summer had dropped, grumbling as she pulled the brunette out all by herself with sharp tugs.
The Madam slinked over to Wyatt, inviting him to a more private party in the VIP room with her rival. She seemed genuienly shocked when he simply asked where her fighters would be headed after such a win. Pouting, she gave him free reign to wait for them in the changerooms. Her steam showers had a cocktail of healing effects that would have even the brutalized Summer refreshed.
Wyatt had never before considered sponsoring a team, less angles to work when going for a championship title. But with Summer and Skye's potential, it might work.
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