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
The third night of the "Best Bust Championship Tournament." Of the sixteen busty fighters to be awarded a place on the roster, only four remained alive, and by the end of the night, it would be down to one.
While each of the previous rounds had been held in one night, for the final two the rounds would be held one after the other. These final three matches would see the rise of a potential Champion, and as such the Arena was overpacked. Audience members jammed up so close that many were forced to literally sit on one another.
To ensure that the winners of the first fights would enter into a fair third match, two large coffin-like structures had been erected near the fighter's entrances. Affectionatly named "The Maidens," they were the the most advanced healing devices available. They were shaped like ancient goddesses of medicine carved from obsidian.
As she had through the entire Tournament, Summer entered for the first match of the night, opposite her enemy. Wearing white leggings, with matching panties for once, Summer strolled nonchalantly towards the ring, swaying her hips. For the moment she wore a flowing silk white robe, closed just in front of her dangerous breasts.
As she climbed through the ropes, Summer undid the clasp barely holding her straining robe ends together. Long as it was, the torso was several sizes too small for her by design. Letting the soft material flow off her, it slipped out of the ring into a puddle as she marched into the overwhelming cheers of her fans.
Opposite Summer, her enemy skipped into the Arena to only a slightly less enthusiastic response from the crowd.
Sareena: "The Bouncing Blonde," Sareena has so far beaten the odds getting this far in the tourney. A gifted fighter in her own right, she does have a habit of wearing out quickly and getting scared when losing. No matter how many enemies the blonde defeats, no matter who she kills, she will always be remembered for the many times she has begged for mercy. Wearing a red lingerie outfit she took off her opponent in the second round, Sareena plans to soon strip Summer for hers.
True to her nickname, Sareena did indeed bounce as she made her way to the ring and the waiting Summer. Her crimson bra pulled down to expose her bouncing breasts, the blonde's anger rose as she recognised that Summer got more cheers than her. A lowly brothel whore was getting more accolades than she, a seasoned veteran.
Sareena hopped over the ropes and charged Summer so quickly there as an instinctive gasp from the crowd, briefly assuming the blonde was going to attack before the bell. Instead she came up short just shy of the calm brunette, practically caging her in her corner by placing a hand on each toprope.
The blonde snarled in Summer's face as she pressed her large breasts against the brunette's equally durable bust, "I've slaughtered two top bitches without trouble, what makes you think you'll be any different?" Sareena's first match had been a one-sided affair (after a lucky first hit), but she could barely claim the second. The blonde had ended it with a broken rib, crying her eyes out as she smothered her enemy for the win.
Summer leaned in even closer, whispering in the enraged Sareena's ear, "And I killed Pandora," reveling in the blonde's sudden wide-eyed fear. Twice, had Sareena fought Pandora, both times sobbing a surrender and being forced to lick the better woman to orgasm.
Backing up in a stupor, Sareena had to shake her head to recover. Giving Summer the finger, the blonde retreated to her corner. Still visibly shaken, she put on a brave face and assured herself that Summer must have gotten lucky.
The crowd hadn't heard the back and forth, but could still tell Sareena had gotten the worse of it. They booed the furious blonde and cheered her smirking opponent.
Sareena tore away her restricting red bra as she waited for the bell, glaring death at the confident looking brunette. Bracing in her corner, the blonde readied to charge.
DING! DING! DING!
Summer charged in equal stride to the bouncing blonde. Dodging to the side as Sareena screamed and threw a fist at her face, the brunette buried her own punch in the blonde's ribs.
Sareena spun with the blow, driving her elbow down into Summer's neck as she fell to the side. Landing on her knee, the snarling blonde rounded on the flinching brunette. Launching herself at Summer, she slammed her elbows in right under the stumbling brunette's tits.
Surprised by the blow to the neck, Summer gasped as all the air was blasted from her lungs. Tumbling backards with Sareena on top of her, the brunette wrapped her legs around the screaming woman's middle. Preventing the blonde from moving up for a quick smother while she already had no breathe to spare.
As Sareena dug a hand into Summer's tits and pushed herself up with a grunt, she cocked her other fist back to pound Summer's face in. She was stopped though when the gasping brunette slugged her right in the throat.
Wrapping both hands around the blonde's throat, Summer gritted her teeth and squeezed with all her strength. Her thighs crushing Sareena's ribs at the same time, she ignored the choking woman's panic driven slaps to her face.
Backhanding Summer hard enough that she let go, Sareena threw herself to the side. Coughing and sputtering, the blonde broke free from her enemies legs and scrambled across the floor.
Summer grabbed Sareena by a crimson covered foot and hauled her right back into a kick to the crotch. Stabbing with her thick white heel, she grinned at the fact that Sareena hadn't even worn panties. Driving her heel into the shrieking blonde's cunt over and over again, Summer finally released the thrashing woman with one final toe-kick to the pussy.
Sareena was gasping due to the throbbing pain in her crotch, Summer's heel having severely damaged her insides. Crying out, she kicked weakly as Summer clambered over her.
Calmly gripping blonde hair in one hand, Summer locked her thighs just under the crying Sareena's breasts and slugged her in the cheek. Driving the blonde's head into the floor with every blow, Summer slapped away a flailing hand between strikes.
It didn't take many hits before Sareena was begging for mercy. While uncommon, a fight winner could enslave an opponent instead of going for the kill. The blonde was weeping as she haltingly begged for her life, in between wracking sobs.
Nobody outside of the ring could hear what Summer said as she leaned over Sareena, hovering her breasts dangerously over the blonde's tear-filled eyes. But the crowd wanted blood and called on her to smother the beaten blonde.
Sareena didn't fight back as Summer slid up her body. The brunette yanked her white panties to the side as she roughly shoved her already wet pussy into the blonde's face. Supposedly Sareena had a very talented tongue, practiced after many humiliating defeats like this one.
Even with the audience wanting to see more blood spilled, Summer still got cheers as she vigorously rode Sareena's face. The brunette gasped as she personally confirmed just how talented her beaten opponent really was with her tongue.
It took several minutes, but eventually Summer screamed out in a victorious orgasm. Even holding back, there was only so much she could do against the blonde who she had told to give her an orgasm or die. Gasping for breath, the brunette gripped Sareena's hair even harder and held her still.
The cum-spattered blonde's eyes went wide with sudden realisation. Her hands, previously gripping Summer's buttcheeks, started slapping the brunette first warningly then in a panic. Already barely able to breathe anything around Summer's soaked pussy, it didn't take long for her to suffocate, choking on a mouthful of the victorious brunette's juices.
Summer cummed even harder when Sareena stopped struggling. Wasting no time, the brunette hopped up, hauling the limp blonde by her hair. Slamming Sareena into the turnbuckle nearest Wyatt, she went about tearing off the blonde's crimson leggings and strapping her arms to the top rope. Crusifying the doomed woman face up.
Sareena never even got to wake up, indignant over being lied to. Instead she was still unconscious when Summer's sweaty tits were smashed down over her face.
Breasts slick from her own cum and Sareena's blood, Summer winked at Wyatt over the head of the fight photographer as she kept them pressed down over the barely struggling blonde's face. She had never intended to let Sareena live, no matter how many or how good the orgasms the woman forced out of her.
Eventually raising up over the dead blonde, Summer raised her fist in victory as she stood on the middle ropes. Barely injured, she'd be fully fighting fit for the final battle, whoever her opponent.
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With Summer still climbing out of the ring, one of the next fighters barged into the arena from the same entrance the brunette victor had used. Technically she was supposed to wait till Summer was placed in her healing Maiden, but nobody was about to ask how she knew when to come out.
Cynthia: While not originally the most veteran titfighter on the tournament bracket, the creamy-skinned brunette was by far the most feared. Even Pandora couldn't instill the kind of terror Cynthia's reputation made her now dead opponents feel upon seeing her. A deathmatch specialist, Cynthia is assumed to have only chosen the Best Bust league to kill women as busty as herself, as she only grudgingly smothers after beating her enemies to death's door.
Chuckling as she looked up at the dead body of Sareena, Cynthia turned her attention to Summer. "Don't get too cocky, whore. You're still gonna be injured by the time you have to get back in the ring." Summer would only be given as much time in the Maiden as it took for Cynthia's match to be over.
Summer just raised an eyebrow as she walked past Cynthia. It would take about a minute for her to be fighting fit. Clearly the dangerous brunette had a poor idea about who was the cocky one.
The crowd gasped as Cynthia suddenly smashed her right fist into Summer's eye socket with a crunch. Her hand dripping blood, the brunette stood grinning as her victim collapsed convulsing to the ground from the sucker punch.
Ring attendants followed quickly by a distraught Wyatt rushed over as Cynthia calmly walked away. Normally, such an attack would have dire consequences, Cynthia being brutally beaten with batons by security before Summer was allowed to execute her. But right now, if the crowd didn't see a proper match, there would certainly be a riot. As it was the attendants and nurses simply avoided the smirking Cynthia and dragged the limp Summer to her Maiden.
Climbing into the ring early and undisturbed, Cynthia watched as ring girls quickly cleaned up the various pooling fluids. Locking her eyes on the ring attendant hastily trying to undo the dead blonde's bonds, the brunette marched toward the unsuspecting woman.
There were once again gasps of surprise (and a few cheers) as Cynthia punched right over the ropes. Crushing the nose of the long-haired blonde that worked to remove Sareena's corpse. Taking her corner as the blonde landed on her skull with a wet crunch, Cynthia called out, presumably to the other horrified ring girls, "Leave the loser where she is!"
After a minute of trying to quietly decide whether Cynthia meant the dead Sareena or the twitching blonde employee, some nurses ran forward and hauled off the dying blonde attendant. With the audience loving Cynthia's pre-fight brutality, nobody dared suggest she face consequences.
Cynthia chose her corner, to the left of the dead Sareena, as her own Talent Scout took his seat behind her. At the beginning of the tourney there had been four Talent Scout sponsored fighters. Now there was only Summer and Cynthia, neither of the other two having survived even the first round, one even personally killed by Cynthia.
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With Cynthia in position, and Sareena's body apparently not going anywhere, her opponent was brought in. The busty brunette already situated grinned down at the woman as she faltered in seeing a corpse already displayed in the ring.
Beth: A busty redheaded fighter, Beth is widely considered to have chosen the wrong league. A talented boxer, Beth enjoys smothering opponents only after toying with them using her fists. So far easily holding her own in the previous two rounds, Beth's last opponent practically bled to death as the redhead cruelly beat her against the turnbuckle. With the crowds response to that last match, Beth intends to continue that execution method from now on.
Wearing a tight black-silk robe that did nothing to hide her physique, Beth quickly got over her surprise at seeing the dead blonde in the ring and continued towards the ring. Unlike Cynthia's other recent opponents, the redhead grinned at seeing the brunette. Pulling her silk robe's front down even further, the lip stayed less than an inch above her hardened nipples.
Beth walked a circuit around the ring, knowing her enemies eyes were on her as she let her robe slip off her shoulders, right in front of Cynthia's man. Throwing the black silk into his lap, the redhead leaned over and whispered something in his ear before kissing him on the cheek (and rubbing her hand on the obvious bulge under the robe), she turned and marched right back to the ring.
The two fighters casually walked to the centre of the ring, circling as they looked one another up and down. Beth spoke first, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this, I guess I shouldn't be surprised I'd have to be the one to fucking end you though."
Cynthia broke into laughter that nearly doubled her over, "You've been waiting for me? There are less painful ways to die, you know." Straightening, she sighed happily, "But lets do this, I'm on a timeline." The brunette wanted to be done before Summer's probable concusion was healed.
Beth nearly followed the retreating Cynthia back to her corner. Pointing at the dead Sareena, she yelled tauntingly at the unconcerned brunette's back, "That's you in about ten minutes, bitch. Maybe if you beg for death I'll kill you quickly! How's that fit in your fucking timeline!"
With the fighters eventually in their corners (and Sareena suspended in hers), the bell was rung.
DING! DING! DING!
Beth skipped forward, fists raised as she sneered at the calmly approaching brunette. Lunging fast, she threw her all into her first punch.
Cynthia caught the blow easily, stopping Beth's arm dead. Grinning at the redhead's bulging eyes, Cynthia's arm was solid, her opponent's shaking.
The audience laughed as the brunette drove her own fist deep into Beth's left tit. The redhead's large tits were firm, but Cynthia still felt ribs as she punched as hard as she could.
Gripped solidly, Beth screamed in pain and fear as she was beaten back across the ring. Her right arm trapped in what felt like an iron vice, she was helpless as the cruelly grinning Cynthia slammed punch after punch into her torso. Each blow hit like a hammer, flattening her tits and bruising her ribs.
Flinging her overmatched opponent back into the turnbuckle she'd left barely a minute ago, Cynthia stood hands on hips in front of the twitching redhead. "You tried to beat me in a fistfight? Dumb whore." Not that it had mattered how Beth had come at her.
Blood frothed at Beth's lips as her eyes spun in their sockets. She couldn't even stand under her own power, much less defend herself as Cynthia layed into her with both fists. Pounding her tits and belly for what seemed like an eternity.
Barely three minutes into the match and it was all over for the redhead. Blood spattered Cynthia's creamy breasts as she layed into her doomed opponent. Never once aiming at Beth's face, Cynthia's assault would be causing internal injures that even the Maiden wouldn't be able to fix at this point.
Beth's breathing was ragged, blood flowing from her mouth as Cynthia roughly shoved her bloody tits down over the redhead's upturned face.
Cynthia only pretended to smother her enemy, not pressing her tits down hard, she left a gap for the dying woman to breathe around. Nontheless it only took about a minute for the redhead's injuries to do her in. Lungs punctured by her own shattered ribs, Beth died in agony, drowning in her own blood as she uncontrollably wet herself.
Lifting off her brutally killed opponent, Cynthia posed for her photographer with an almost innocent smile on her face. Dripping from the dead redhead's bloody death, she leaned against the turnbuckle, her elbow digging into Beth's throat as she put the woman's body on display.
No ring attendents made even the slightest move to remove Beth's battered corpse from the ring. Quietly and quickly cleaning up the spilled blood without getting in Cynthia's way as the victorious brunette used Beth's silk robe (thrown in by her proud Talent Scout) to mop the blood from her chest.
"Well," Cynthia addressed the arena employees. "Get the next bitch in here." While allowed a duration in her healing pod that lasted as long as her match had, the busty brunette was barely winded from beating her redheaded enemy to death. She wanted to lay her last opponent on an open turnbuckle and be done with it.
Only a few minutes after she had been put in, Summer's Maiden was opened up. Healed or not, she'd have to face her final foe.
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