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 as impressed, he had barely waited twenty minutes while the two victorious slave girls showered (in a healing chamber that had to match all but the most professional venues) before they came out looking clean and refreshed. Whatever medical cocktail Taylor pumped into the fighter's sauna and showers had to be worth a small fortune per use.
Skye looked energised and fresh, but it was Summer whose recovery was truly impressive. The last Wyatt had seen, the brunette hadn't even been able to stand under her own power. Her chest and face previously a bruised and bleeding mess, her skin was now smooth and undamaged, red blemishes all that remained of even her most grievous injuries.
Still laughing over their win, they entered the changerooms arguing over who had the more impressive kill. While Wyatt wasn't hiding, neither one noticed him sitting on the bench near the wall right away so he listened patiently. Skye was congratulating Summer on finally making a kill, and in such spectacular fashion too.
The blonde still claimed that Jess's shattered skull was a harder move to pull off, but that Summer's throat crush was certainly more impressive than her own first kill.
Having dried off completely, each fighter started to select new outfits to replace the torn or stained leggings they had had in the ring. Skye throwing a pair of black leggings at Summer, similar enough to Cailey's that Wyatt wasn't sure if they were a trophy or not. The blonde was just pulling on a similar pair when Summer noticed Wyatt watching them with interest.
Summer's squeak of surprise made Skye whirl around with her fists raised. While Summer still looked surprised a few seconds later, Skye got over her shock almost immediately, dropping her hands to her sides and confidently strolling forward. "Hey baby, here to help us celebrate properly?"
With practised ease, Skye had Wyatt's pants off before he could even try to explain his true motive. Not that he tried to stop the blonde from immediately going down on him. With a talented tongue, Skye furiously went to work on his cock while Summer stood off to the side, having slowly made her way over.
Dragged to the floor by the blonde fighter, Wyatt didn't need to assist Skye as she swung her leg out wide and mounted him expertly, sliding him home in one push. Roughly humping him on the soft floor, Skye laughed wildly and motioned to Summer to join them, "Don't mind my partner, baby. Our regulars are mostly lezzies, the men only ever show up to fuck killers."
Wyatt wasn't too surprised, he was in this section of town mostly cause he knew there would be few if any Talent Scouts around. Most of the brothel whores had likely never been with a man before, most would probably sleep with either the featured deathmatch winners or the Madam herself. But if he was going to make these two in to champions, Summer would need to get over any kind of nervousness, pro fighters had to be confident in every situation.
Summer gasped like a virgin as she let Wyatt's fingers into her tight pussy. Letting himself just simply enjoy the threesome, Wyatt was not the first to bring up his scouting for talent.
Skye didn't leave her perch or stop rapidly fucking Wyatt, just went right in to asking him if he thought she had the kind of talent he was obviously here looking for. From the hungry look she had as she asked, he knew she would be easily sold on the idea.
Wyatt had to talk in between gasps, Skye really knew what she was doing. "I was actually thinking more along the lines of a team. Maybe get you aimed at the tag-team championships, free-for-all is a little too random."
Skye stopped mid hump, slowly, she pulled herself off Wyatt's cock with a wet pop. Suddenly shaking with intensity, the blonde yelled in his face as she dug nails in to his chest. "You want me to share with this slut!"
All traces of her previous good humour and friendship gone, Skye leapt onto the bewildered Summer. The busty brunette had been laying on her back moaning softly as she was fingered, now she yelped with surprise and pain as sharp nails latched on to her breasts.
Skye cocked her fist back as she dug her thighs into Summer's ribcage. "She's nothing! I'll show you a real champion!" The furious blonde smashed her fist down into her brunette partner's face as Wyatt quickly got out of the way.
Teams were notoriously hard to manage, and frequently ended up tearing themselves apart. But still Skye's immediately violent reaction was a surprise. He had been under the impression these two actually liked one another.
Gripping Summer by the chin, Skye punched the squirming brunette over and over again in the eye. Screaming, "I'll fucking kill you you whore!" the blonde backhanded a fist across Summer's mouth in a spray of blood.
As Skye raised her closed fist over Summer's closed eyes, she shrieked in agony. The brunette had her legs together and rammed them right in to Skye's spine with terrific force.
Summer raised herself up with one arm while wiping blood away from her mouth with the other. Skye thrashed on the floor above her, grabbing at her injured back and groaning in pain. Raising to her knees, Summer's naked chest heaved up and down as she panted with excitement.
Skye was just starting to get back up when Summer tackled her. Shrieking, the blonde painfully twisted around, once again wrapping her legs around Summer's middle. Taking a punch to the face, she wildly slammed her fists into the Brunette's sides.
Summer grimaced in pain as her partner's fists drove hard in to her ribs. Smashing her head down though, she stunned Skye with a cracking of skulls.
Climbing off of the unconscious blonde, Summer stumbled walking over to Wyatt and collapsed into his arms. "I for one would have been happy with being on a team." She sighed deeply then spat out a mouthful of blood. "Do I have what it takes to be a champ, baby?"
Skye was shakily getting to her feet behind the exhausted brunette. Wiping tears away from her eyes she shrieked at Summer, "We're not done, you little bitch!"
"Stay down, Skye!" Summer got back up, raising her fists to match the advancing blonde. Ducking the first wild haymaker, the brunette launched into a salvo that pounded the woozy blonde's tits flat as she backed across the room.
Fists and curses flying, the two made a tight circle in the center of the room. Bloody and dripping with sweat, Skye backed off first, one good backhand to Summer's smarting mouth freeing her from the brunette's onslaught.
Skye's spinkick was sloppy and slow, Wyatt suspected she'd never used the move before in a real fight. Summer caught the outstretched leg without difficulty, and with a loud yell yanked it straight down onto a braced knee.
Her knee smashed, Skye shrieked and fell to her back. With her leg still stretched over Summer's, Skye couldn't crawl away, sweat-slicked palms slapping against the floor.
The brunette brought her elbow down on Skye's leg as hard as she could. Rewarded with a loud pop as she at least dislocated Skye's knee, if not broke it entirely, Summer threw the blonde away. Standing as a screaming Skye rolled across the floor, holding her useless leg.
"Stay down this time you backstabbing bitch!" Summer followed the weeping Skye, but much to Wyatt's displeasure, wasn't finishing the blonde off while she had the chance.
With a howl of rage, Skye swung her good leg around, the heel of her shoe slashing across Summer's thigh. As Summer leaned forward to instinctively grab at her injury, Skye's heel stabbed into her shoulder. The blonde shrilly shrieked "Fuck you, Die!" as she withdrew the shoe and stabbed at Summer's face.
Narrowly dodging the heel aimed at her eye, Summer came away with a gash right above it instead. Growling with rage, Summer gripped the leg and tugged hard, dragging Skye forward as she stomped down her own heel right in between the blonde's open legs.
Skye's hoarse scream ended in a coughing fit as Summer stomped down on her ribs. Rolled to her side, she was defenceless as Summer bent her good leg, one heel digging into the blonde's soft flesh.
Blinded in one eye by her face cut, Summer angrily shouted, "You would have killed me from the beginning you goddamn cunt!" Twisting hard, the brunette heard Skye's ankle break with a crunch that made her wet. Knee dropping on to the blonde's ribcage, Summer blasted what little air Skye had out of her.
In the same position Skye had been in at the very beginning of the fight, Summer squeezed her thighs together, crushing the breathless Skye. Gripping the beaten woman by the chin, Summer ruthlessly punched downwards, cracking Skye's head against the ground with each blow.Wyatt didn't interfere, Summer had to get used to going for the kill without hesitation.
Skye twitched weakly with each wet thud, laying spread eagle under the brunette as Summer's arm raised and lowered mechanically. By the time Summer was done, Skye was long dead, her face mashed in to an unrecognisable mush.
Lifting wearily off of her enemy's corpse, Summer flopped down into Wyatt's arms once again.
Wyatt's suggestion that Summer immediately go back to the showers was waved away by the tired brunette. Pushing him down on the ground, Summer mounted the Talent Scout without hesitation. Any previous nervousness gone entirely as she slowly pushed herself down onto his steeled erection with loud gasps of pleasure.
It was a full hour before Wyatt carried Summer to the healing steam chamber. Covered in blood sweat and cum, some of it hers, Summer was pale from bloodloss and mumbling quietly about "Being a champ."
There was still the problem that Summer wasn't a free woman. Taylor would have to be convinced to let the brunette go, doubly hard after she'd just brutally killed the Madam's niece. There was only one way Wyatt could see to free Summer legally, and it risked Taylor just executing her as an unruly slave.
But really, what choice did he have if he wanted to utilise and improve upon her natural talent.
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