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 V
The Best Bust
Wyatt?s mood switched between the two extremes of excitement and worry. After several close calls over the years, and a lot of dead bodies, Summer had made it to the final leg of her Pro fighting journey. In choosing her he had never suspected that she could come so far so quickly. Few women made a championship attempt in their first three years, and the number of Champs that had actually succeeded so quickly was worryingly small.
Now, there was no going back. Summer?s bid to enter the ?Best Bust Championship Tournament? had gone through, and she was to start the fights, Round 1, Match 1. If Wyatt had any consolation, it was that at least this first fight wasn?t against one of the multi-year veterans otherwise filling the bracket. Summer?s first opponent had joined up only a few months ahead of her, still making Summer the newest pro fighter taking part.
Darcie: A former Brothel slave like Summer, Darcie was originally sponsored to be a Pro fighter by her Mistress. However, with the ?mysterious? death of her owner, along with the Brothel?s top three other fighters, Darcie was free to buy her freedom and make a name for herself. A pragmatic fighter, if given the choice Darcie would have joined the sexfighting league, but stuck where she is, she is determined to get to the top and then leave a rich woman. Earning her place in the tournament by winning a twenty woman battle royal, Darcie got four kills before the match was called (The bell being rung when only one woman was conscious, no one other than Darcie managed to score more than one kill during the melee, and even then there were only two other deaths).
Summer stood proudly in her corner opposite Darcie, wearing nothing but white leggings to counter the other woman?s black. It had been Darcie?s idea for them to engage in combat wearing the traditional (lack of) clothing that all Brothel fighters wore. Summer would be allowed to change her outfit between all matches, most long-term veterans had something of a uniform though.
To allow the best matches possible, each round would take place on a separate day, the fighters getting some of the best medical treatment overnight. The final two Rounds however would be held on the same day, sometimes only minutes apart. But Wyatt wouldn?t have to worry about that danger right now.
Summer blew a kiss over her shoulder at her man, sitting behind her corner in the front row of the circuits biggest arena. With thousands of fans piled in to watch the nights carnage, she wanted him to know his were the only eyes she cared about. Snapping her own eyes back though as Darcie moved forward, she glared contemptuously at the smaller-breasted woman. Stalking out from her corner, Summer pressed her large mounds right against Darcie?s. In normal matches, touching was forbidden, in this titfighter?s tournament though, it was expected for the women to test each other before fighting.
Darcie just rolled her eyes as her breasts were clearly flattened by Summer?s. ?Yes yes yes, they?re very impressive, bitch. Mine are still gonna kill ya though.? She locked eyes with Summer for the threat. Pushing forward, she managed to force Summer back a step without making it look aggressive enough for the judges to intervene.
Pissed of by Darcie?s small smirk, Summer pushed back with equal force, getting a small jolt of excitement when Darcie?s smile faltered as her hardened nipples were dug into her ribcage. ?You?re out of your league little brothel slut, you shouldn?t have signed up for this.? With one last shove that knocked Darcie back, she turned and walked away, hissing over her shoulder, ?I bet you don?t survive five minutes after the bell!?
Darcie shook with rage, shrieking at the retreating Summer, ?You?re dead-meat whore! I?m gonna tear those tits right off your fucking chest!? Stomping in rage, Darcie stalked back to her corner, practically gnashing her teeth. While she often dressed in her Brothel leggings, she hated other women bringing it up. She?d made some pretty risky illegal kills over the years entirely because of women looking down on her. Her own Madam had died a horrible death for that exact reason.
While the bell was held off to allow for both the fighter?s and crowd?s impatience to reach a fever pitch, it couldn?t last forever as the audience looked just as likely to start some violence as the brunettes in the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Summer braced in her corner as Darcie charged her, feet pounding hard on the ring floor. The smaller brunette?s face was a mask of cold rage as she flung herself bodily at the smirking Summer.
Blown back against her turnbuckle as she let Darcie ram into her with an elbow just above the tits, Summer brought her knee right up into the oncoming brunette?s midsection. Falling forward, Summer grunted as she slammed to the ground on her breasts. Looking around wildly, she started uncontrollably laughing as she couldn?t find Darcie anywhere in the ring. Her kick having flung the brunette right over the top ropes.
Darcie hit the ground outside the ring hard, lifted by Summer?s knee and her own speed, she had only just scraped past the top ropes. Landing heavily on her side, the brunette?s head was cracked against the thinly carpeted cement. One eye half-shut, she raised up after only a few seconds of shuddering rest. Planting her feet firmly, she stood up facing the ring. Snarling, the brunette wiped blood away from her mouth and went to climb into the ring again.
Summer let Darcie slowly climb back in unmolested. If she wasn?t sure she could beat the whore before, she was now. The small brunette?s hair was slicked with blood that dripped down on to her shoulder and she was shaky on her feet. Hands on hips, Summer spoke in a mockingly gentle tone to the injured brunette, ?You need a minute to rest hon? That looked like quite the fall.?
Nobody was more surprised than Summer when Darcie skipped forward two steps and executed a perfect spin kick to her jaw. Blasted backwards in a spinning fall, Summer nearly fell out under the bottom ropes herself, narrowly catching the ropes as her vision kept right on spinning.
Screaming in anger, Darcie charged. Kicking Summer right in the tits, she began viciously stomping down on the downed woman?s breasts while gripping the top ropes for stability. ?Here?s your fucking minute, bitch!?
Summer?s foot swung up suddenly, catching Darcie right between the legs mid-assault. Gasping for breath, Summer rolled fully into the ring as her tormentor pitched to the floor holding her wounded cunt and squealing in pain.
Darcie gripped her crushed pussy, gritting her teeth in pain as her enemy loomed above her. With a shriek, the wounded brunette reached out and dug her fingers into Summer?s bared crotch. Yanking back, she pulled out both of Summer?s pussy piercings, it was her last hope to overpower the busty brunette. To her horror they gave absolutely no resistance.
Summer stomped on Darcie?s face, reveling on the look of shock as she crushed it. She hadn?t worn real piercings since her days in the Brothel. Raising her foot again, she rammed it down into Darcie?s flattened nose. Blood soaking her white-fabric covered foot, Summer ground her heel down on the wailing woman?s face.
Standing on one leg, a kick to the ass knocked Summer to her knees. As she turned around a snarling Darcie, blood flowing freely from her destroyed face, smashed a fist across her cheek. The false piercings clenched between Darcie?s fingers drew bloody streaks across Summer?s face and nearly blinded her.
Swinging wildly, Summer caught Darcie by the hair and dragged her forward. Mashing the crushed nose into the mat, Summer wrenched the exhausted fighter?s head back and forth as viciously as she could.
Flipping Darcie over to her back, Summer easily grabbed the still resisting brunette?s arm by the wrist as she tried to scratch at Summer?s eyes. A closed-fist backhand had the bloodied Darcie finally knocked senseless.
Furious at the smaller woman for her amazing resilience, and grimacing due to the slashes on her cheek, Summer dug her nails into Darcie?s soft tits. Struggling to her feet, Summer hauled the unconscious brunette up purely by her breasts.
Darcie was smashed back against Summer?s turnbuckle, arms straight out to either side as her head flopped listlessly over the edge. She didn?t react at all as Summer raked claws across her defenceless body. Bouncing on the turnbuckle as her tormentor slugged her over and over again in the chest and face, Darcie?s eyes eventually fluttered open.
The ring shook as Summer smashed her large breasts down over Darcie?s just opening eyes. Grinning wickedly as the smothered woman immediately started thrashing under her, Summer lifted her knee into the doomed woman?s belly. Blood dripping down from Darcie?s ruined tits stained Summer?s white leggings even more.
Darcie clawed at Summer?s back as her movements slowed. Flinching as Summer repeatedly kneed her in the crotch and stomach, her arms flopped weakly to her sides as the crowd cheered the victor.
Keeping her bust pressed down over Darcie?s mouth and nose for another minute, Summer only lifted off when she was absolutely sure the limp brunette was dead. Standing on the middle ropes, Summer loomed proudly over her broken enemy with hands on hips. ?Impressive enough for you, bitch??
The audience?s cheers were deafening as Summer dragged the limp Darcie to the centre of the ring by her hair. Gripping the dead brunette by the chin and locking her other arm behind her head, Summer strained, and with a loud snap made sure that Darcie was out of the tournament for good. Letting her enemy fall face-down to the mat, Summer grinned widely as she saw the supposedly dead woman convulse slightly before laying completely still.
Placing her foot on Darcie?s upturned rump, Summer smirked down at the dead slut as her victory photo was taken. One Round down, three more to go before her chance to take down the Champ.
Originally Posted by InThisCorner
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