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.
Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment was always proud to bring the very best violence to a bloodthirsty public. But often, their most anticipated matches were set up by the Gladiatrixes themselves. Fighter organised matches usually took the form of (the crowd pleasing) grudge matches, but occasionally, longtime veterans paid others to fight in their stead.
So called "proxy matches" often had both fighters being sponsored by older fighters. Aside from their match winnings, the proxies were often encouraged by their patrons with things ranging from extra money to personal training. The patron who's fighter won gained face, while the loser was humiliated by her own poor choice.
Tonight was a special rules proxy match. Two Gladiatrix veterans with a years old grudge were once again going to pit their chosen champions against one another in a boxing match. A standard boxing ring, no rounds, win by surrender or KO. The catch being that the chosen fighters were to wear altered boxing gloves.
Each glove was filled with soft padding on the inside, and a layer of iron sand beneath the outer layer. The fighter's hands were fairly well protected, while being given some fairly substantial punching power. It was common for such matches to end with crushed bones and missing teeth.
One of the larger boxing arenas having been chosen, the crowd was equally large. Hundreds of fans and fighters having shown up for the continuation of everybody's favourite grudge. The patrons got to have their own boxes to view the fight, opposite one another along with any friends they chose to bring along.
As the fighters entered, one at a time, the announcers introduced them with just as much enthusiasm as they described the two veterans that had sponsored the match. This was not their first battle, proxy or otherwise. The veterans sat imperiously in their boxes, both clearly confident their proxy would win them honour.
Summer
Winning Percentage
63%
Outfit
Red and pink Panties, Matching red transparent top. Red Boxing gloves
Last Match
Two weeks previous, Hands-free titfight, Win, Breast smother KO
Kills
8
The first fighter to enter, Summer was bouncing with excitement as she made her way to the ring. Barely constrained breasts freely bouncing right along with her. Wearing boxing gloves the same red as the rest of her outfit, she looked forward to proving he was more than just a titfighter.
Starting out her Gladiatrix career with a string of losses that didn't end till after her first ten matches, Summer only started to be taken seriously as a fighter after receiving training from her current mentor and sponsor, where she has become the veteran's star pupil.
Agreeing to be a proxy just by being asked, she didn't even require the additional promise of double her fight winnings and a few nights with her sponsor's husband. This is not her first proxy battle for the woman. Her first being a White Room battle she only narrowly won by slamming her enemy's head into the wall (her opponent being a proxy for another fighter, it was quite the win). The second was just over a month ago, where she effortlessly beat down and smothered a rookie who had challenged her sponsor, killing the newcomer who thought to prove herself by taking out the veteran and her followers.
Summer took her corner with enthusiasm, waving to her fans excitedly. As her opponent entered, she calmed down, leaning unconcernedly against the corner padding as she patiently waited on the woman to approach.
Eve
Winning Percentage
87%
Outfit
Black panties with leggings and garters, Tan transparent top, Black Boxing gloves
Last Match
Two days previous, Four woman free-for-all, Win, Three KO's, Two beatdowns, One breast smother.
Kills
8
Looking much more serious than her opponent, Eve stalked into the Arena to ringing applause and cheers. The busty brunette had agreed to this match eagerly, being officially offered free rent for half a year if she wins, her sponsor also being her landlord. Even for a veteran Gladiatrix such as Eve, her massive apartment's rent is almost crippling.
Slamming her black gloves together repeatedly as she walked, Eve glared up at the waiting Summer. She'd never faced the grinning woman before, but was trying her best to work up a boiling hatred of the brunette. She focused on the fact that her busty opponent was a more famous titsmother specialist than her, despite having smothered fewer women (admittedly Summer had used her breasts for more kills, with six to Eve's two).
As the fighter's stats appeared for the watching crowd (both via large screens above the ring and in simple black lettering hanging beside them for those watching at home and in bars), more than a few in the audience pointed out that the busty brunettes had the same number of kills. Already bets were being made as to just how long it would be before these two fought again, this time to the death. Tiebreaker fights were a common grudge match reasoning.
DING!
With both women ready, a singular bell rang out loud and clear. Prompting the eager brunettes to approach and tap gloves before the start.
As she hammered her fists down on Eve's as hard as she could, Summer smiled sweetly at her enemy. "I think your man is gonna enjoy humping my tits." Since she'd started winning, Summer found she highly enjoyed titfucking the men of her beaten opponents.
At Eve's wordless snarl of hatred, Summer continued. "How bout I let you watch? If you put up a good fight I'll even let you lick his fucking cum off."
Summer giggled as she backed away from the fuming enemy. Before turning around and stalking back to her own corner though, Eve whispered, "Now you've done it, bitch."
The bloodthirsty crowd didn't need to wait long for the bell. The Arena's owners could see the simmering rage in Eve and wanted to unleash her as soon as possible.
DING! DING! DING!
Summer skipped forward, fists waving as she smirked confidently. Eve however marched forward, fists steady, eyes locked on her opponent.
Much to the crowd's surprise, Eve ducked back from Summer's first experimental jabs. Still scowling, the veteran brawler expertly avoided the loaded gloves of her enemy as she moved back across the ring.
Following Eve closely, Summer refused to commit to a full assault. Once upon a time, she would have charged right in, but her sponsor had trained her when to spot a trap. For now, it cost Eve a lot more to dodge than it did her to swing her weighted gloves warily. She had no idea what Eve was up to, but she wouldn't be baited.
Summer quickly backed Eve right against the ropes with surprising ease. Everyone was startled that the veteran had allowed herself to be so easily cornered, a bad place to be against those sand-filled gloves. Summer's eyes bugged out in shock though as Eve simply fell backwards a moment before hitting the ring edge.
Her shoulders hitting the blue ropes second from the top, Eve braced herself by throwing her arms up to catch the ring's top ropes. Her foot swung up between Summer's legs with all her strength behind it.
Howling in agony, Summer stumbled backwards. While the loaded gloves made this appear a classic boxing match, there were few real rules here tonight. The unexpected blow had taken her completely off guard, and set her up for Eve's sudden attack.
Throwing herself off the ropes, Eve lurched forward, barely in control as she hurled herself at her injured foe. Slamming a heavy blow right between Summer's eyes, she smashed her shoulder right in between the backpedalling woman's breasts as she fell forward.
Summer was thrown to the ground with Eve on top, smashing the back of her head into the mat hard. Vision spinning, she lucked out though and drove a wildly flung fist into Eve's jaw as the brunette loomed above her.
With Eve crashing to the ground beside her enemy, there was a moment of tense silence as the brunettes squirmed and rolled away from one another. The audience chanted their chosen fighter's names, stomping feet against bleachers as they waited for the two to recover after that first explosive meet-up.
Eve's fans cheered louder as she rolled to her feet, shaking her head and rubbing her jaw. Those cheers were drowned out though as Summer unexpectedly kipped up though. From laying prone on her back, the brunette swung her legs up and back down, pitching her upper body up with the momentum.
As Summer landed on her feet, Eve charged her. Impressive standing move aside, the woman couldn't properly balance before Eve's fist buried into her barely covered breast. Staggering back, Summer spat blood in an arc as Eve smashed a weighted glove across her mouth.
Following close, Eve was once again taken by surprise as Summer lashed back at her. A backhand breaking the skin above her eye, Eve was blinded by her own blood as she stumbled to the side.
Summer caught herself from falling by grabbing the ropes. Her glove's small thumb barely catching the thick rope as she fell. Throwing herself backwards with a yell, Summer used her momentum to drive a punch right between Eve's tits.
Her sheer outfit ripping as Summer's rough glove fabric dragged down her belly, Eve was pulled down by the sturdy neck of her chosen top. Bringing both arms up, the brunette collided both gloves with Summer's elbow, nearly breaking the screaming woman's arm before driving one fist up into a heavy breast and the other into Summer's chin.
Her own top completely destroyed by the painful titpunch, Summer was once again thown back to the ropes. Getting a foot up, she kicked out at Eve wildly, catching the brunette in the thigh.
Advancing past Summer's kick, Eve hammered several blows into the cornered brunette's body, smacking her huge breasts side to side before stunning her with a powerful uppercut to the chin again. This time, she backed up as Summer flung a wild haymaker at her.
Drooling blood, Summer shoved off the ropes once again. Throwing everything she had at her enemy. Catching Eve's first punch with her own, her weakened arm buckled painfully but let her get in close. Bringing up her knee, Summer slammed it into Eve's belly as she hurled her weight forward.
Eve hit the ground on her ass, and was immediately smashed to her back as Summer's bruising breasts smacked into her head. Growling, Eve brought her fists up into Summer's ribs over and over again with furious speed. Slamming her elbows into the mat every time she withdrew her arm, Eve yelled right into the wincing Summer's cleavage.
Blinded by pain, Summer shoved herself off the wild Eve. Crashing to her side as her enemy rolled away. Gasping for air, she got to her knees and wearily stood up, watching closely as Eve used the ropes to get back up.
The brunettes moved slowly as they circled one another. Both were bruised and bleeding, but Summer showed far more injury, her ribs a dark red and her breasts swollen from multiple hard blows. Eve's worst injury was the gash on her forehead, which she smeared across her face with the back of a black glove.
Summer once again went for a kick, hoping to stagger Eve when they advanced gloves raised. Instead she squawked in surprise as Eve caught her outstretched leg.
Heaving, Eve lifted Summer's leg up high. Gripping her enemy with both gloves, she let go as Summer's other leg buckled, and smacked the back of her fist against the brunette's stretched out cunt.
As Summer pitched shrieking to the floor, Eve stomped down hard on the woman's ribs, feeling something give as her enemy groaned in agony. Backing up, she paced like a feral animal as she watched the pained Summer slowly get to her feet.
Gagging at the piercing pain flaring in her side, Summer determinedly got to her feet. This wasn't her fight to lose. As her sponsor would hardly be forgiving if Summer failed to defeat her enemy, and by extension, Eve's sponsor. If she lost, Summer had no doubt she'd never receive any more training, and would probably be hunted by her own patron's other students.
Eve completely ignored Summer's weakly thrown punches as she waded into the woman. Catching her enemy on the jaw so hard she nearly shattered it before driving her fists into Summer's cleavage like a woman possessed. Summer's blood flecked onto Eve's own breasts and face as she almost mechanically beat the woman half to death.
Aiming only at Summer's torso, Eve swung powerful blows that practically lifted Summer off her feet with each hit. Finally relenting for a moment, Eve stepped back a pace and raised her foot, slamming a straight-kick right in between her busty enemy's swollen and impact-torn breasts. Her own chest heaving with exertion and excitement, Eve watched with wild eyes as her opponent collapsed to the ring edge.
Dropping like a sack of stones, Summer was held up by the ropes. Her arms hanging over the second ropes, her head was braced against the top. Eyes rolling, the brunette was completely defenceless as Eve stepped in close again and hammered dripping fists into her cracked ribs and split boobs.
Once again relenting, Eve smirked down at her broken opponent. Gripping Summer by the ponytail, she almost lovingly brushed the woman's face with her breasts. With a mocking tone, she addressed the barely conscious woman, "Lick it, bitch. Show me how much you love losing."
Summer sobbed dryly as she looked up at the pitiless Eve. She understood entirely what she was being offered. Either she could be humiliated, and pleasure her opponent in return for a swift KO, or she could rebuff the woman's offer, and be legally tortured even past her eventual passing out.
It was a move that only worked on a beaten but still conscious opponent, and only truly counted if the woman hadn't been knocked out yet. But for some, it was worth the difficulty. A willing submission was a humiliation that some fighters never recovered from.
The crowd jeered Summer as she suckled at Eve's breast, licking her own blood from the woman's hardened nipples as she admitted who was the winner. While she feared her sponsor, Eve would be fully within her rights to cripple her if she didn't comply (Really, all Eve had to do was keep her from getting medical attention for a few minutes, her ribs certainly needed immediate attention). It wasn't her first time being humiliated, although this being a proxy match, the dishonour of capitulating wouldn't just stain her standing.
Eve caressed her beaten enemy's head, undoing the ponytail and letting the woman's sweat-slick hair loose. Her own sponsor had wanted more than a simple defeat, and Eve was certainly prepared to give her what she asked for. Whenever she switched which breast she had Summer lick, she smacked it hard into the woman's face, enjoying the wet smack it made.
When Eve finally backed away, Summer tried her best to stand tall. She could barely lift her heavy gloves, but she wanted to meet the final blow on her feet. A true Gladiatrix was supposed to be unafraid of defeat, especially so if it wasn't a deathmatch. While she'd been humiliated, Summer could at least be knocked out with honour.
Summer was still rising when Eve lashed out, once again bringing her loaded glove up in a devastating uppercut. There was a harsh crunch as Summer's jaw was shattered by the blow, the brunette's head lolling as she fell back against the ropes.
"Oh sorry, that was supposed to be a knockout blow." Eve spoke innocently as she looked down on Summer, still desperately trying to stand. "Let me make it up to you..." Eve drew back her arm as tears of pain and terror streamed down Summer's blood-flecked cheeks.
With a wild yell, Eve threw all her weight into a backhand, nearly shattering her own wrist as her loaded glove smashed across the crying Summer's mouth with a wet splat. Blood and teeth actually hit those sitting in the front row as Summer spun completely around from the bone-crushing attack.
Completely limp, Summer ragdolled as she thudded to the mat with finality. Blood oozing from her slack mouth as her eyes rolled upwards.
DING! DING! DING!
The crowd lost their collective minds as nurses surged forwards. Checking despite the obvious, they quickly ascertained that Summer had most definitely been cleanly killed by the "knockout" blow. The head nurse shook her head with amazement, and motioned for Eve to do whatever she wanted with the body. Anything less and Summer would have been rushed to medical attention, if she was too wounded to survive without it.
Stripping off her gloves slowly, using her teeth to remove the first, Eve let them fall onto Summer's upturned ass. Then, gripping the dead brunette by the hair, she hauled the body up and slammed it against a turnbuckle, once again suspended by the ropes by both arms, crucified with both arms sticking straight out. The dead brunette stared blankly upwards, her head resting on her own corner padding.
Hefting herself up on the ropes, Eve sat with her back to Summer's sponsor, slamming her ass down on her enemy's shattered face. Grinning, the busty brunette cupped her tits as her victory photographer took her image.
MGE Magazine would use the image for their next cover. The topless and blood-spattered Summer on full display, her shattered jaw a seat for her killer. While clean kills were not unheard of (any blow that rendered a foe who hadn't been knocked unconscious yet in the match dead was considered legal, obvious killmoves like neckbreakers were still considered murder though), few fighters could boast having made one, but Eve's loaded gloves had given her an obvious advantage.
Within seconds, Summer's sponsor's box was empty, her patron having left immediately before the cameras chose to focus on her. Eve's own patron was the opposite, cheering on her champion with enthusiasm.
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Eve's husband Mike was waiting when she finally made her way to her ready room. Spattered with Summer's cooling blood, she just grinned at him while wiping yet more blood from her still oozing forehead.
All the cheers and money meant absolutely nothing compared to her husband's congratulations.
As he pulled off Eve's panties, Mike handed his wife her phone. She noticed that he'd already switched her display photo to a personally taken photo of her backhanding Summer, the huge spray of blood practically obscuring her in the image.
Eve allowed herself to be picked up and placed on the ready room's waiting bed. Gasping as Mike's expert tongue entered between her legs, she busied herself checking for the expected new text on her phone. Her landlord and patron's name lit up only a few seconds later.
From: Taylor (whatabitch)
Gud job gurl!!!
As agreed!
1 KILL = 1 RENT FREE YEAR!!!
Spend the extra cash on something nice!!!
Came so hard when U finished the cunt off!!! THNX fr that!!!
Party this weeknd! U R CUMMING!!!
Eve scowled at her landlord's text language, she was sure the woman forced herself to sound so bubbly and stupid all the time. If Taylor was having a party this weekend then she'd pretty much be forced to go.
Taylor would want to show her off, which probably meant Eve would have an entire bottle's worth of liquor forced upon her before being shoved into a fight. Her anger dissipated quite quickly though as Mike found her g-spot though.
Her unofficial agreement with Taylor completed, Eve came hard as she thought of all the cash she'd made tonight. Both her winnings from "accidentally" killing Summer and the fortune she'd save on rent. She'd probably have been willing to slaughter the equally busty brunette for her own reasons, but now it had also made her rich.
Letting Mike up by tapping his head, Eve wanted to discuss their new weekend plans. The fact that getting his mouth free also freed up her pussy for his rockhard member was just a lucky bonus.
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