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 III
Going Pro
Summer panted with exertion as she struggled against Eve’s armbar, when her elbow felt about to break she screamed out, “I give! I give!” and the other busty brunette released her. As Eve’s legs slowly pulled away from her sweat slick breasts, Summer rolled away from her equally exhausted mentor. It had been an especially long training session.
Wyatt had left hours ago, to see the pro fighter Summer was about to challenge in a deathmatch. Summer suspected that he was probably balls deep in the bitch at this very moment, or her opponent if the redhead was unlucky. Ever since seeing him out the door, Eve had been riding Summer constantly, grappling her to the ground and twisting her limbs nearly to snapping point, or shoving those heavy tits in Summer’s face. Summer had gotten in some tricks of her own though, slipping through many holds and even briefly titsmothering Eve on the couch, a first.
Now, both women took a breather, Eve popping out energy pills to be washed down with cold water. The drugs were minor boosters, perfect for training purposes as Summer could push her body past exhaustion then take some recuperation pills before sleeping.
Eve’s white housecoat of soaked with perspiration, sticking to her back as she moved back to the apartment’s open area. If Summer survived challenging Wyatt’s current fucktoy, then that would be the end of their professional relationship, pro fighters didn’t get to have mentors in their corner. Turning to face Summer, Eve grinned with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, “Ready for one last session?”
Dead tired on her feet, Summer hoped the drugs kicked in quick and nodded, taking up her place opposite the experienced teacher. She put her hand on Eve’s silk covered shoulder and prepared to once again wrestle the brunette.
Eve’s surprise uppercut threw Summer off her feet. The brunette mentor was grinning widely as she kicked out at the stunned woman as she bounced on the ground.
Summer screamed in pain as Eve’s foot dug into her sides as she tried to get back up. Except for the occasional slap, Eve’s training was always in how to move, not in fisticuffs, where Summer was already proficient.
Having spent the past year training Summer and watching her fight, Eve was fed up. She had retired from pro fighting when she realised she didn’t have the skill to be a league champ, but having watched her student excel due to her teaching, Eve is wanting back in the game. If an unskilled slut like Summer could come so far so quickly and have a shot, then surely Eve would have no trouble.
Eve dug her heel in to Summer’s ribs while laughing. Being retired, she would be able to re-enter the pro leagues as a full member, and didn’t want to have to deal with a jaded Summer some day coming after her. Plus, stealing Wyatt from the busty brunette was a nice bonus to killing the up-and-comer. Raising her foot again to crush her student, Eve grunted in pain as Summer kicked her right between the legs.
Gasping for breath, Summer crawled backwards as Eve crashed to her ass, holding her injured cunt. While she didn’t know exactly why Eve had suddenly turned on her, she could guess. With everything in the apartment caught on live feed, Eve no doubt planned to use Summer’s one-sided murder as a jumping off point for her career.
As Eve quickly jumped to her feet, she smirked at the much slower Summer, struggling to stand up. Giving Summer only a few seconds to recover, Eve launched herself at the tired brunette, smashing a fist right across her jaw, Eve dug her other fist into the backpedalling Summer’s already bruised ribs.
Summer was pounded back across the room, flailing a weak defence as Eve focused on tenderising her stomach. Exhausted and injured, she correctly guessed that the energy pill Eve had given her was a fake, her gleeful mentor however seemed to be fully recovered by her own pill.
Glass shattered as Summer was shoved back-first into a large portrait hanging against one wall. The image was a blown up poster of Summer’s first ever kill, and was one of several around the room showing her favourite wins (mostly from deathmatches). Summer fell to her knees as the broken frame crashed to the ground behind her.
Gripping Summer’s hair with both hands, Eve hauled her up into a standing titsmother. Mashing the weakened woman’s face between her breasts, Eve whispered delightedly at her, “Wyatt’s going to love having a real fighter to manage, you know. I’m gonna fuck him right on top of your broken corpse, bitch.”
Eve’s sneer turned into a shriek though as Summer swung her arm up and between her legs once again. Stumbling back, she kept up the smother on instinct, wrenching Summer’s head back and forth as the breathless brunette struggled violently against the hold.
Reaching up, Summer hugged her arms around Eve’s middle and grabbed her dark hair from behind. Surging forward, she rammed her head against Eve’s chest as she pushed the surprised woman backwards.
Screaming in anger, Eve was shoved back with Summer’s face still wedged perfectly between her tits. “You’re nothing you whore!” Swinging a fist up into Summer’s ribs, she grunted with pain as her head was slowly pulled back by her hair. “Just fucking die already!”
Gasping for air, Summer managed to drag Eve back enough that they crashed to the floor, finally breaking the smother. Another thirty seconds and she’d have passed out for sure, and then, if she’d been very lucky, Eve would have quickly finished her.
Eve kneed Summer in the stomach hard before throwing her off and rolling away. Raising to her knees opposite the struggling Summer, Eve glared death at her student. “I’m gonna torture you for hours, whore! Beg for mercy right now and I might only go after your fat tits.” Outside of combat Eve typically said very little, but while fighting she was a big fan of threats and shit-talk.
As soon as Summer was on her knees, Eve kicked off, throwing herself at the panting brunette claws outstretched. To her surprise, Summer met her head on, slamming shoulder to shoulder as they narrowly avoided crashing skulls together. Brought tit-to-tit as their combined momentum, she gasped as Summer once again gripped her by the scalp.
Pivoting, Summer sent a screeching Eve sideways, relishing the sound as the big-titted brunette smashed an end table to bits. Several of Wyatt’s fighter magazines were scattered among the wreckage. He used them to figure out potential opponents for Summer, who just liked the victory shot centerfolds.
Woozy from landing mostly on her head and shoulders, Eve braced against the couch arm as she got to her feet. Blasted into the wall by a large flat surface, she fell backwards into shattered glass and wood chips.
Summer had pulled the one poster not of her off the wall. A remnant victory shot from Eve’s pro days, it was an image of a grimly smiling Eve looking down at the battered and bloody corpse of her one-time greatest foe, the night before she retired. Summer had gifted the poster to Eve for her birthday, and even let her hang it in the apartment.
Gripping Eve once more by the hair, Summer dragged her back across the poster’s broken glass. The screaming woman shrieked loudly and kicked at the floor.
Eve lashed out, clawing Summer along the arms until she let go. Whipping around onto her front, she gasped in pain from the cuts on her back and legs. Standing quickly though, she raised her fists and threw herself at the retreating Summer.
Taking a few potshots to the tits, Summer responded with a heavy haymaker that Eve completely failed to dodge. Smashing Eve to the side, Summer stomped down on the inside of the stumbling brunette’s knee.
Eve went down, hard. Smashing her head against the floor with a loud thump.
Summer fell upon the writhing Eve, punching downwards with all her weight on to the downed woman’s jaw with a wet crunch. Viciously backhanding Eve over and over again, blood spewed across her carpets from the brunette’s broken mouth.
Smashing her sweaty tits down over Eve’s face, Summer held on for dear life as Eve still thrashed madly for a few seconds before wearing herself out. Repositioning, Summer laughed madly as she cut off Eve’s air supply for sure. The bloody brunette struggled weakly as Summer’s arms crushed her own to her sides.
Eve bucked fitfully a few last times before finally laying still. Not trusting it, Summer held on tightly till she was sure Eve couldn’t be faking. Slowly lifting up, she let the red faced brunette breathe, if only reflexively.
Too tired to even sit up straight, Summer dug her fingers into Eve’s large breasts to remain upright. Her nails drawing blood, Summer breathed heavily, working herself into a rage as she looked down at the unconscious Eve.
Eve was woken up by the first hit, a punch right to the mouth. Whimpering, there was nothing she could do as her arms were pinned by Summer’s strong thighs. The second punch dug into her eye socket and knocked her back to senselessness.
Crushing Eve’s ribs with her thighs, Summer dug her nails into her former mentor’s tits. Dragging them across till Eve shrieked with absolute agony.
Eve’s voice was hoarse from screaming by the time Summer released her destroyed chest. Gripped by the throat, Eve cried as she was tugged a few inches off the floor only to be smashed back by a fist to the tip of her nose.
Blood dripping from her fist, Summer surveyed the broken wreck that was her former teacher. Spitting in Eve’s eye, she delivered a final punch to Eve’s throat with a crunch that made her quiver with delight, her mentor's eyes unfocused as she gurgled her last fitful breaths.
Standing on shaky legs, Summer meant to stand over her broken enemy, but instead fell to her knees, landing right on the broken throat with what looked like an intentional finisher. Posing with both hands resting on her hips, Summer waited a few seconds before collapsing entirely. Too tired to even remain conscious, she would lay there until being found by Wyatt in the morning.
While the actual fight had very few witness the start (few fans were randomly watching Summer exercise), by the finisher there were a couple hundred, and by the next morning thousands had seen the battle and the victory image was the centerfold of “Babes & Bodybags” magazine, with several pages on the “dearly missed” Eve’s violent career.
Summer would hardly need another match to end her time in the apartments. With the death of Eve, she would be hitting the pro circuits with a splash.
End of Chapter III
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