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 II
Making A Start
Wyatt flicked through the Pro-Circuit channels. A full channel spread was expensive, but he would need it for research, and Summer had been making good money fighting in bars and other small venues. Chump change to what he saw her someday making, but enough for now.
Laying on the couch, he had a hard time paying full attention to the screen as Summer happily practised her oral skill with great vigour. Ever since they had gotten this apartment, the brunette had spent all her downtime on her back or facedown in his crotch.
A large purple bruise ringed Summer's eye, and partially healed claw marks on her breasts showed distinctly from her match last night. Fighting in a bar ring against another patron, Summer had been on the cusp of winning when her opponent's friend pegged her in the head with a full bottle of beer. It had taken all of Summer's winnings to pay off her medical bills, after her enemy had beaten her half to death. Even then she was still injured, although she would not scar.
Switching channels without watching full matches, Wyatt searched for the league that best suited Summer's talents.
Sadistic Sluts-The Sexfighter's League
Just catching the tail-end of the match, Wyatt watched with interest, even as he dismissed the idea of Summer ever joining.
A dark-skinned redhead sat in the middle of a boxing ring, her golden haired enemy trapped beneath her ass. Long platinum-blonde hair fanned out from the redhead's bare and tattooed cheeks.
Pinned and unconscious, the blonde was helpless. Her legs sticking up in the air as the redhead rapidly finger fucked her spread apart pussy.
The crowd cheered as the senseless blonde cummed like an eruption. Spasming as her body betrayed her and geysered into the air, spattering her maliciously laughing tormentor.
Many sex-fights were pure tests of sexual skill, with little true combat. This was not one of those, this was a full fistfight to the finish. The catch being that if a fighter wanted to score a kill, she had to bring her enemy to orgasm first, and do it within a minute of the first KO.
The blonde was never even aware of her body's betrayal. Her redheaded foe simply pressing down harder with her large butt while calmly licking the unconscious woman's juicy cunt to the crowds approval.
A counter at the top of the screen clicked from sixteen to seventeen as a loud buzzer rang out. This was the redhead's kill count, updated as the blonde finally succumbed to the final black. The blonde's own counter of five would never uptick again.
Wyatt dismissed out of hand the idea of Summer trying to become a Sadistic Slut, at least in any offical sense. After years in a brothel, and weeks of shacking up him him, Summer still took only minutes to cum like the fountain blonde killed on screen. A dedicated sexfighter needed to be able to hold out against all but the most talented fingers and tongues. Wyatt had seen even the very best fighters killed in sexmatches where they were restrained, allowed only to rely on their sexual prowess to save them.
While Summer might be good at pleasuring lovers, Wyatt had slept with sexfighters before and knew that they fucked on a whole different level. Wild and almost violent even when not fighting, they would leave Summer exhausted and dried out without even trying.
Shaking his head, Wyatt switched channels.
Boxing Beauties-The Boxing Circuit
Again catching the end of what was clearly a long fight, bodies lay sprawled all over the large boxing octagon. With two fighters standing, Wyatt quick-counted seventeen more laying about the ring. Assuming that one fighter went over the ropes, that meant tonight had been a twenty woman battle royal match.
The two left standing were barely a match up. A tall amazonian blonde pounding her red gloves together as she faced off against a petite and haggard brunette, blue gloves already spattered with blood and hanging limply by her sides. The blonde having probably entered the ring last, she was barely even perspiring.
The smaller-chested brunette scowled and slowly raised her dukes to match the cocky blonde. At a height, weight and reach disadvantage, the brunette probably wanted to just make as good a show as she could before being beaten down.
Widening the counter on the side, Wyatt looked for names and numbers, the blonde (who he recognised) had an intimidating twenty five pro kills to her name, and was probably going to go for the championship soon. The unknown brunette though had none, obviously a newcomer, she would be lucky if the dangerous blonde didn't murder her with a few well placed punches.
Summer watching with great interest as the two fighters stepped in to striking range. Absently stroking Wyatt's cock as she inspected the bodies laying about the ring, trying to figure out which were still breathing. The side counter had three names with a red line through them, the fighters having died of their injuries either from a powerful final blow, or succumbing while the greater fight raged on.
"C'mon, bitch! Come on!" Verbally psyching herself up, the brunette threw herself forward, trying to get inside the blonde's reach.
Grinning serenely, the tall blonde let several weak shots hit her in the belly and tits as she positioned. Driving her fist into the tired brunette's belly like a rocket, the blonde lifted the gasping woman off the ground.
Landing on her feet, the brunette pushed on much to the surprise of her opponent. Driving forward, the bloodied boxer threw everything she had at her tormentor, shoving her back through sheer ferocity.
Annoyed at the petite fighter's attack, the blonde decided to end the show, permanently if possible. Interrupting another salvo to her smarting breasts, she swung hard at the weaving brunette's head.
Putting all her power in to what would have been a vicious backhand, the brunette got clipped on the ear and spun hard into her own blow. A wet crunch from her wrist as it struck the blonde's face at fantastic speed made her bite her lip so hard it bled.
The crowd, Summer, and even Wyatt gasped in surprise as the towering blonde stumbled drunkenly backwards. Her eyes glazing after the hit to her now misshapen nose. Going cross-eyed, the blonde fell to her knees with a thump that echoed in the silence.
A red line drew across the blonde's name as a deafening buzzer sounded in the stillness. Her skull as shattered as the stupefied brunette's wrist, the blonde smashed facedown to the bloody mat as the crowd exploded in ecstatic frenzy.
The winner of the battle royal, the still shocked looking brunette was in too much pain to even raise her fist in victory, holding her purpling and useless wrist with a bloody blue gloved hand. Beside her name, the former zero rolled over to a golden "1," and unless Wyatt missed his guess, it wouldn't stay a one for long.
Considering the clearly excited Summer, Wyatt had to pass, even though he figured she had what it took to get far in the boxing venues. Summer was certainly tough, often tiring out her opponents simply by taking a beating and outlasting them.
In over a hundred years, no Boxing Champion had ever survived the five years to pro-retirement. One of the largest pro-circuits, battle royals like this helped cull the numbers of women that didn't want to spend time in some more gimicky league. Most fighters simply fought for a few years then took a lesser retirement on their winnings, those that survived anyway.
Summer could probably make some good money later in boxing matches, but it was not the league for her to try and master. Shaking his head at the pouting brunette, Wyatt changed the channel.
The Bone Breakers-"Modified" Fighting League
Even Summer looked horrified at the idea of joining the Bone Breakers. Women who wore various weapons on their fists and/or feet as they beat the shit out of one another.
The smallest pro-league in the world, the vicious and psychotic fighters that joined in had the highest mortality rate, with less than 1% ever actually retiring. No Champ had ever survived to retirement.
The two women on screen were some of the most beaten chunks of meat Wyatt had ever seen. Wearing metal strips on their leather gloves, the two blondes circled in a sandy pit, not even dodging as their blood made mud of the ground.
Summer quietly whispered, "Holy fuck," echoing Wyatt's own thoughts. One blood drenched blonde had a kill-score of forty seven, the other thirty two.
Somehow, the match didn't end in a kill, eventually one blonde simply collapsing to the red mud while the other wiggled her ass happily at the camera. As if she wasn't even aware she had barely enough blood left to keep herself alive.
The spectacle over, Wyatt switched the channel as two fresh-faced redheads entered the pit. Wearing steel-edged boots, they didn't seem perturbed by the chunk of bloody meat being dragged out of the sand.
The Best Bust- The Titfighter's Circuit
Wyatt's laugh made Summer jump with surprise. He couldn't believe he'd missed it, especially after witnessing the former slave win her freedom primarily because of her large breasts. Without any training in proper use, Summer had already shown that she was fully capable of using those beautiful breasts as fine weapons.
Practically reading his mind, Summer slid forward, engulfing Wyatt's cock with those same tits, flickering her tongue on the tip whenever it poked out.
On screen, two busty women squared off in a cage venue. The rules were simple, a standard fight to the finish, no moves illegal except for biting. The titfighters catch, if the winner managed to smother her foe unconscious using only her tits, she was allowed to keep it up till that enemy lay dead.
Carolyn- The blonde belle, a newcomer to the circuit, Carolyn has two pro-kills to her name. Spending a lengthy time as a minor fighter before going pro, the blonde's long list of illegal kills is well known. Choosing the titfighters league after realising her skill at pure titfights (battling with her hands tied behind her back), the belle does occasionally like to take part in regular matches like this one.
Bianca- A busty redheaded fighter and the crowd favourite, it was Bianca who made the challenge that resulted in tonight's fight. With five kills in even less time on the circuit, Bianca has made it her mission to murder any newcomer that isn't worthy of being pro. Enjoying the feel of smothering opponents with her breasts, it didn't take long for the redhead to choose her league.
The cage had sliding doors on either end of it's square design. Once closed they would not open till only one fighter was conscious, or alive. As the two combatants made their way in, waving at their adoring fans, the doors slammed shut with a ringing finality.
Both starting topless, the two otherwise had different ideas on what constituted combat apparel. Carolyn wore bright yellow shorts, tight though they were, they would probably stay in place and fully covered her vulnerable pussy. Bianca however wore light and frilly black lingerie, that was sure to tear or fall away soon after the bell.
Blonde and redhead immediately met up in the center of the cage, a pair of bare breasts drawn on the floor beneath them. Both snarling, they circled tightly as the crowd cheered and waited for the start.
Carolyn spoke first, "You made a big mistake, bitch! I'm gonna finish you tonight!" The blonde stepped forward and gently smacked her tits into Bianca's.
Not even responding, Bianca just swung her fist as the blonde pushed into her. The redhead's unforeseen punch cracked across Carolyn's head and threw the blonde to the ground. Laughing excitedly the redhead addressed the crowd, "This dumb whore touched me before the bell! Who wants to see her die!" It was a rule of the cage that the fighters weren't allowed to touch before the bell, the first to break protocol having to suffer one free blow, as Carolyn just did. Although, the Titfighter's League rarely enforced this, it's fighters typically enjoying testing their breasts against one another.
As Carolyn shakily got to her feet, the crowd, even her own fans, screamed that they wanted to see her slain. Shaking her woozy head, the blonde took her place, a red line drawn across the floor a few feet from Bianca's own. Glaring death at the redhead as she took her own line, she tensed for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Bianca, with a scream of feral joy, threw the first punch, aiming to strike Carolyn in the head where she had before. Missing as the belle ducked back, her scream turned into a raspy gasp as Carolyn buried her fist right in the redhead's ribs.
The blonde didn't hold back, throwing herself fully in to a withering assault. Smashing her fists over and over again into her redheaded foe as the startled woman backed across the small area.
Backed in to the cage corner, Bianca was helpless as the determined blonde ruthlessly beat her all over. As her hips rubbed against the rough chain edge, her frail panties tore off, barely a minute into the match.
Taking a step back from the bloodied redhead, Carolyn laughed and licked blood from her knuckles. Her teeth dug into her own hand though as Bianca's shoed foot crushed into her barely covered cunt though.
Carolyn pitched screaming to the floor, holding the suddenly red-stained crotch of her yellow shorts. Bianca slowly pushed herself away from the cage wall and advanced on the downed blonde.
Blood sprayed across the cage floor as Bianca kicked the moaning Carolyn across the mouth. The redhead wiped blood away from her own lips and kicked again, catching the blonde just under the chin.
The audience yelled at Bianca not to finish it yet, as Carolyn rolled senselessly in agony. Bowing to them with a big grin on her bruised face, the redhead backed off to let her opponent recover.
Unaware of her enemy's leniency, Carolyn cried in fear as she rolled to her front and raised to her knees. Gripping the cage mesh, she pulled herself to her feet before slumping with her back to the wall, facing the redhead.
Bianca charged as the blonde turned, by the time Carolyn had the chance to see it coming, she was already in midair. The cage edge reverberated as Bianca slammed her knee into the unprepared blonde's chest.
Carolyn crashed once more to the floor, gasping for air with two broken ribs. With the fight clearly taken from the blonde, the crowd now chanted for blood.
Falling to her knees straddling the moaning blonde, Bianca squeezed her thighs together, reveling in the pained squawks it prompted. Leaning forward, the redhead cupped her tits perfectly, sealing them over Carolyn's face without difficulty.
The blonde belle struggled fiercely at first, but she had been out of breath even before the smother. With sharp jerks, Carolyn stopped resisting and lay still after little over a minute.
Bianca trusted that her enemy was unconscious without double checking like all good titfighters would. Raising up, she rubbed her blood smeared tits with obvious enjoyment, gasping excitedly as she tweaked her own pointed nipples.
Carolyn was dragged to cage center, Bianca gripping her by the bangs and slamming her head down face up, her head positioned right over the painted pair of tits on the floor.
Carolyn groaned, her eyes flickering open as she spat up blood. She didn't struggle this time though as bared breasts were shoved over her mouth and nose.
Bianca didn't make any attempt to pin her enemy, although kept both hands at the ready till she knew for sure Carolyn was out cold for good. Reaching between her own legs, the redhead fingered herself vigorously as she felt the blonde shudder. Screaming out as she flooded Carolyn's stomach with a victory orgasm, Bianca collapsed limply on top of her still opponent.
DING! DING! DING!
The audience cheered on the victorious Bianca as she lay gasping on the dead blonde. Shaking the cage edge as they flooded out of their seats.
Summer gasped with her own pleasure as Wyatt shot his load deep inside her. Both were paying rapt attention to the screen. "I wanna fuck that redhead, baby, just look at how hot that fucking was!"
As the cumming brunette squeezed his cock, Wyatt just gasped out, "Me too."
Slamming her fist into his chest, Summer was immediately pissed, "You fuck that whore and I'll kill her! I'll show her what real tits are!"
Having decided on what league she should aim for (and apparently having also decided on who her first nemesis was to one day be), Wyatt started making a mental checklist of just how to start her training. Although for now, it was time to get more serious about her taking part in non-pro fights.
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