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

During any Championship Tournament, the fighters were kept in almost total seclusion. Kept on constant A/V watch, any visitors were absolutely forbidden from telling them anything about how the rest of the matches turned out, or even who was fighting them. As such, the only fighter Summer knew to be dead, was her own first opponent, Darcie.

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Summer was allowed some very limited contact with her next opponent though. Each of their messages being monitored as they discussed what to wear in their upcoming fight to the death. Summer happily agreed to wear something similar to her unknown enemy, the other woman stating that her favoured outfit was a white stretchy-mesh piece. Summer had just the thing to match it, much as she had worn similar clothing to the now dead Darcie, and her whore-house leggings.

As soon as the Round 1, Match two fighters had been announced, Wyatt had known Summer would be overjoyed no matter who won. One was her favourite fighter (who she would love to match up against) and the other was that woman?s chief rival (who Summer would dispose of with extreme pleasure, ?avenging? her hero). With the rival now dead, he waited to see Summer?s reaction at walking into an Arena with her favourite titfighter as an enemy.

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Pandora: One of the biggest names (although not the biggest breasts) in the tournament, Pandora has been eyeing the Championship and retirement for the past few years. Hearing that her most hated enemy, Nikki, had joined up, the blonde followed her rival in, she?d be damned in Nikki somehow became Champ. Fighting for years over the same man, Pandora was typically on the losing side and knows full well that Nikki could have outright killed her several times, but she never gave up. Now, with her new man in the stands behind her, she is ready to take on whoever this tourney throw at her, and leave them a battered corpse.

Summer?s look of excitement when she saw Pandora in the ring was exactly what Wyatt had expected. Bounding into the ring with enthusiasm, his lover walked right over to the surprised blonde and, leaning on the ropes, told Pandora she was a huge fan for years and years and years.

Whatever surprise she felt from being gushed over by a woman she was about to duel, Pandora didn?t show it. Casually resting on her turnbuckle she chatted with the wide-eyed brunette like an older sister.

The crowd watched in confusion as the two laughed and talked instead of threatening or otherwise slinging mud.

?So who was your first match against??

?That little slut Darcie, the short-haired brunette? The one that slaughtered Elaine during her birthday match??

?Ohhh yeah, she seemed like one tough little cookie, good job girl. Guess who I got fucking matched with.?

?I hope it was Cynthia, I know she?s somewhere on the bracket and I?d rather not have to take her on unless I have to.?

?No, I bet that bitch I still kicking though, I?ll probably have to put her down myself... But no! I had a bit of a trophy fight with... Nikki!?

?Shut up! First round and everything? Oh that?s so fuck?n great! I?m so happy for you! You?d better have fucked her man good as you ended her miserable life!?

Pandora jerked a thumb over her shoulder and smirked, ?My man now, and oh yeah. I titfucked him and smothered her at the same damn time!? The blonde bit her bottom lip thinking back on the warm memory, ?I don?t think I?ve ever cummed by just giving a titfuck before, but I could barely walk before he ever even gave me my trophy.? Her crotch getting wet just from reliving the fresh memory, Pandora stroked her hardened nipples as she looked off into space. Imagining the feel when her cum-covered breasts had snuffed the life from her greatest foe.

Summer patted the distant Pandora on the shoulder and whispered, ?Guess we?d better get to it then, yeah??

With a nod, Pandora shooed her fan back to her own corner, ?You bet, I promise I?ll kill you quick, baby!?

Both fighters blew kisses at their respective men and one another as the entirely confused referee just decided to ring the start bell. The crowd had been barely able to hear the exchange and had no idea what had occurred between the two.

DING! DING! DING!

Any worry that Wyatt had about Summer possibly pulling her punches were almost immediately dispelled. The two fighters matched one another stride for stride to meet up ring centre with fists raised. Pandora got in the first few hits, strong blows to Summer?s mesh-covered tits but it was his brunette champ that drew first blood. A straight punch that flew right through Pandora?s defences and smashed into the blonde?s mouth.

Blood spewed across the ring as Pandora stumbled back from the surprise blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood from having bit her own cheek, the blonde grinned and launched herself forward. Levelling a slow punch at Summer?s head, Pandora perfectly executed a full-power uppercut that nearly took the brunette?s head off as she predictably ducked under the easily dodged feint.

Summer stayed standing, if only barely, as she was knocked back by the blonde. She was promptly blasted right off her feet as Pandora delivered a devastating kick to her right tit. The brunette spun from the blow, landing with one arm hanging out of the ring, tits down.

When Pandora gripped Summer by the hair, dragging her nails across her scalp, the brunette shoved herself back up off the ground and forcefully as she could. Smashing her head right up under the blonde?s chin before spinning to the side as Pandora kept her deathgrip on the brunette?s hair.

Pandora grimaced in pain as Summer slugged her over and over again in the ribs. Ripping the brunette back and forth by her mussed up hair, the blonde kept letting go with one hand to rain blows down on Summer?s back before grabbing back on as the brunette nearly tore away. Twisting on her heel, Pandora strained hard and finally let go, launching Summer face-first across the ring. Panting hard, she internally debated whether she actually came out ahead from the lock up.

Summer hit the ground on her bruised tits, her neck and back sore from the thrashing it had just received. Rolling quickly though, she was on her ass and then her feet in an instant, facing off against her favourite fighter once again. The brunette was smirking as Pandora tenderly touched her purple belly.

Raising their fists once again, the two stalked forward a lot slower than before. A straight up fistfight ensued as they locked up.

Summer got in a good right hook to Pandora's jaw, but had to watch out as the more accomplished blonde made several acurate and debilitating blows to her sides as they moved about. The brunette finally broke off the brawl though with a sudden backhanded fist that knocked the blonde away. Each stumbling slightly, they squared off uneasily.

Both breathing heavily, the two locked their hands together and slammed bodies. Large sweaty breasts rubbed against one another as they glared one another in the eye. Pandora hissed right at the brunette, ?Getting tired yet, baby??

In response, Summer drew her head back and slammed it forward with a wet crunch.

She didn?t manage to fully break Pandora?s nose with her forehead, but blood certainly sprayed out of the suddenly glassy eyed blonde?s nostrils as she reeled backwards.

Pandora was hardly out from the sudden blow, but the crowd could see her blood was in the water. The blonde was backpedalling across the ring with Summer right on her, frantically throwing punches out, she took at least one blow to the face and several to the tits for every strike of hers that landed on Summer?s chest or shoulders.

Backing the overwhelmed blonde against the ropes, Summer hammered her idol relentlessly. Slamming her fists over and over again into soft titflesh as Pandora slumped against the ring edge. Bringing down a two-fisted blow on the back of the struggling blonde's head, Summer blasted Pandora to the ground. Her own bruised breasts heaving with exertion, Summer stood triumphantly over her groaning opponent.

Wyatt had to fight to remain calm. Going into this match even he wouldn't have put good odds of Summer winning, but here she was, putting down the more experienced fighter with aplomb. For the first time, as he watched Summer drag the beaten Pandora into a bearhug, Wyatt honestly started getting excited for the future Tournament fights. Pandora was one of the top four fighters in tourney according to her pro record. One other was already dead, and the other two were set to fight in this round. Summer had a real shot at the Championship.

Lifting up the sweat-soaked mesh of her top, Summer slowly sunk to her knees as she fed Pandora's face between her slick breasts. Dropping the white mesh down over the back of the blonde's head, she almost gently hugged the unresponsive woman to her.

This being a titsmother tourney, the finishing rules were easy. If the first knockout was via violence, then the winner had to smother her enemy for the kill (like Summer had done to Darcie). However, if a fighter was able to titsmother a conscious opponent for the knock-out, she could attempt to kill the woman any way she saw fit. While Pandora limply lay in Summer's arms, she was very much awake for the entire event.

Summer rubbed her crotch on Pandora's own as she straddled the beaten blonde. She'd been a fan of Pandora for years, and now was going to be the one to finish off the famous titfighter. She'd always been jealous of her former mentor Eve for once fighting the woman (one of Eve's more memorable losses), now she would one-up the long-dead brunette and beat Pandora herself.

The crowd loved it as Summer stripped off her top, slowly pulling the wet fabric over her head as Pandora fell backwards to the floor. Summer ignored them though, running her hands along the blonde's bruied body as if worshiping it. She drew hoots from the audience as she then roughly yanked Pandora's blood and sweat covered one-piece off. Rolling the stretchy fabric over each swollen mound before tugging it off as the blonde flopped listlesly on the ground.

Pandora was groggily slapped awake, held to her feet by an arm looped around her throat. Looking around drunkenly, her eyes suddenly snapped wide open with fear as she saw where her biggest fan was dragging her.

When Pandora planted her heels and screamed, "Oh please, no! Not that! Don't!" Summer rolled her eyes and slammed a fist between the blonde's eyes. Pandora's one-piece balled in her fist.

The crowd knew as well as Pandora what was about to happen. As Summer half-dragged the senseles blonde back to her own corner, she let the bloody mesh outfit untangle from her fist. Pandora had a well-known kill move, and was about to be subjected to it.

Summer had some difficulty with the turnbuckle, stripping off the padding one handed as Pandora struggled weakly against her. Throwing away the padding, she revealed the iron pole underneathe as urine streaked down Pandora's thighs.

Pandora wept as her own outfit was looped around her neck, then shrieked as strong fingers dug into her pussy and hefted her over the ropes.

Narrowly managing to get the armholes of the stretchy outfit over the iron post, Summer stepped back with a wicked grin from ear to ear as the fabric yanked tight. Pandora kicked feebly as she was lynched off the side of the ring, just as she herself had done to over a dozen fighters through the years. Although she was being hung directly in front of her newely aquired man.

Placing one foot on the bottom ropes, Summer squeezed her bruised tits together and leaned down to have them at head level with the wetly gagging blonde. Victory photographers jumped on the chance to get the perfect shot of the veteran's death.

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Later that night, wearing the bloody and stretched outfit used to execute her idol, Summer screamed in orgasm as Wyatt pounded her from behind. Not taking her eyes off of the screen in front of them.

On-screen, a still living Pandora smothered her greatest rival while titfucking her new man. As he blew his load all over her belly, Pandora did indeed cum without being touched.

Drawing back from the unconscious Nikki, Pandora looped her outfit around the woman's neck and started gleefully punching her over and over again. Hauling Nikki back from each hit, the victorious blonde beat her enemy to death, one blow at a time.

Summer detonated with pleasure at the finish. Slumping face down on the bed, exhausted by the fight and wild fucking, she barely responded as Wyatt kept gently pushing into her.

The brunette winner was happy her favourite fighter had managed to kill Nikki before facing her. She felt no shame in having brutally executed the blonde, instead she was simply glad she had been the one to do it. Now no lesser fighter would get the honour she herself had.