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 a business first and foremost, but when convenient, it would honour the ancient traditions that it was built upon. While the old pagan religions had officially died out, their old holy ceremonies were still respected dates by the many Gladiatrixes who considered themselves descendants of that time.
On the anniversary of the ancient world's Goddess of War (who's mythology included killing the Goddesses of Lust and Personal Valour,leaving her the patron of Gladiatrixes everywhere), every fighting venue found itself packed with spectators. Every able bodied Gladiatrix in the city hoping to prove herself a capable devotee.
Among the many rings, cages and arenas were every manner of fight. From no holds barred cagematches to multiwomen sexfights. The only important thing was winning, whether an opponent was merely forced to cum, or brutally beaten to a paste, didn't matter. The Goddess only looked kindly on victory, not the manner in which it happened.
The MGE's largest boxing arena was one of the few venues that allowed deathmatches on the important date, for fear that the Gladiatrixes fighting across the city might otherwise wipe each other out in too great of numbers. Starting at midnight, the morning of the holy day, the deaths were meant as an offering before the days lesser battles.
Five no holds barred ring fights. No mercy could be given, and it was considered good luck to defeat an opponent in as many ways as possible.
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As his wife Eve was to be one of tonight's main attractions, Mike sat in a private box overlooking the large fighting ring. While it was unknown which of the five matches was to be hers, it could be inferred that she wouldn't be either of the first two.
Watching over the first deathmatch, Mike stroked his wife's dark hair as she slowly sucked on his cock. Always fighting better when horny, the brunette planned to keep herself in a state of desire until she was called down to her ready room.
In the ring, the end of the entirely one-sided match was wrapping up. A short-haired redhead having been completely dominated by her Asian opponent, despite having almost six inches on the diminutive Gladiatrix. Now, the ravaged body of the ginger fighter slumped against the turnbuckle, one arm hanging on the bottom rope, the other higher up on the middle rope.
Wiping her mouth, Eve raised up over the lip of the box just to watch the end. Cheering along with the crowd as the petite Asian fighter gripped the top ropes and drove her heel into her beaten enemy's exposed throat. The amplified crunch was heard throughout the arena, followed by the bell as the winner posed, bloody hands held up in victory over her dead opponent. The Goddess smiled on a well executed finishing move.
With the first deathmatch done, the once beautiful redhead was carted out of the ring and her blood quickly washed away. There were many fights to get to, and the packed crowd wanted to see blood as soon as possible.
With Eve still not called away, she absent-mindedly stroked her husband's member with one hand while watching for whoever the next fighters were with interest. She would likely not watch the match too much itself, but wanted to bet on who would win the random matchup, and Mike would warn her before any finishing move was made.
Eve didn't see Mike perk up when the first fighter was announced, unknowing of just how much he'd been looking forward to her entrance.
Shyla
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
Garters with black fishnets, High-heeled shoes
Last Match
six days previous, cagematch, loss
Kills
10
Mike's mistress entered the arena to scattered applause. While she was the descendant of a Gladiatrix dynasty, the blonde fighter had lost several of her last matches, several times against foes seen as her inferiors. Most of the crowd hoped that this would be her last match, nobody (other than her enemies) wanting to see the blonde's impressive winning percentage drop any lower before her death.
When finding out that she was to be one of tonight's fighters (one of hundreds to sign up for a chance), Shyla had insisted to Mike it was her only chance. To win the Goddess's favour, and get back on her game, the blonde was sure she needed to slaughter whoever was unlucky enough to be matched against her tonight. She had spent a great deal of time describing exactly why she hoped her opponent would be Eve, once Mike told her his wife was also one of the chosen few.
Rolling into the ring, Shyla took her place as her stats appeared for any watching from home. Despite her recent lackluster performance, the blonde looked confident. She ignored her cheering mother, who was sitting in a private box much like Mike's. The older blonde seemed to have complete faith in her daughter, or perhaps just wanted to see that she died well.
When Shyla's opponent was announced, the blonde and her mother traded giddy looks of excitement. Taylor having killed the woman's mother years ago.
While the fights were touted to be completely random, it was suspicious just how many grudges were ended out of the hundreds of potential random matchups. This was generally agreed to be the work of the Goddess (or lying MGE officials to the cynical).
Vanessa
Winning Percentage
85%
Outfit
Black leggings
Last Match
Two weeks previous, four woman round-robin tournament, 2 wins, 1 loss
Kills
10
While not a descendant of ancient Gladiatrixes, Vanessa is hardly the first of her family to become one in modern times. Taking after her mother, who was killed many years before she herself could join up, the black beauty has made more of a name for herself than any of her foremothers.
Knowing that the sadistic and veteran Taylor is beyond her in skill, the black Gladiatrix has been eyeing up Shyla for some time. With the blonde's current losing streak, and this fortuitous match up, she has her chance. Her mother's ignominious death will be avenged, if only somewhat.
Grabbing the top ropes, Vanessa vaulted herself into the ring, landing with a loud thud. Glaring hot death at the smirking blonde, the brunette stalked forward menacingly. Her own impressive stats solidifying over her head, there were many who noted the two Gladiatrixes were currently tied for kills.
Shyla met her opponent ring center, eyeing her up and down. "Well isn't this a surprise! Here I thought I'd just have some no-name to torture and kill."
"I'm gonna make you eat those words, slut." Vanessa stepped up close, hard nipples brushing against the blonde's. "Hope your mommy is okay with watching me tear her little girl's tits off."
Shyla leaned in, flattening her chest against the ebony fighter's. "At least I have a mom still. Nobody is going to give a shit when you die like a bitch."
Fuming, Vanessa looked very close to taking a pre-bell swing when the warning buzzer sounded. Stomping back to her corner, the black fighter gripped the top ropes behind her hard enough to pale her knuckles. Across from her, Shyla calmly made some last minute stretches against the turnbuckle.
DING! DING! DING!
Neither fighter charged, instead simply walking swiftly at one another, fists raised. Vanessa opened up first, throwing a wild haymaker she expect Shyla to duck under.
Taking a step back beyond the reach of her opponent's swing, the blonde brought her foot up and rammed the thin heel of her shoe deep into the woman's dark breast. Twirling to the side to avoid falling over, she swung out her fist and backhanded it into the surprised woman's ribs.
Gasping in sudden pain, Vanessa didn't need to look down to know Shyla had already drawn blood. While there were rules on how sharp a fighter's footwear could be, the blonde was sure to be wearing something just shy of illegal. Scowling, the black fighter advanced immediately, not letting Shyla recover.
Shyla narrowly dodged a swing at her head, then grunted as her enemy landed a blow on her large tits. Stumbling backwards on her impractical (for anything but kicking) heels, the blonde took several heavy blows to the chest and ribs before being backed right against the ropes.
Vanessa was thrown off balance when her enemy simply dropped to her ass. The blonde gripped the middle ropes for stability and kicked her foot up right between the brunette's legs, which were spread in a classic boxing stance.
Howling in pain, Vanessa stumbled backwards, legs clamped shut as she held at her injured pussy. Shyla's hard little shoe having perfectly driven into her bare cunt.
Hauling herself up the ropes, Shyla shoved herself off the ringside and drove a punch into vanessa's belly, cutting off the woman's cries of pain. Uppercutting the black fighter, she laughed as the woman crashed to the ground.
Kicking wildly, Vanessa managed to sweep the laughing blonde's leg out from under her. As she rolled to get back up, she was rewarded with the sound of Shyla disjointedly slamming to the floor beside her. As she tried to get back up though, the black fighter shrieked in sudden pain as Shyla once again kicked out a heel. This time, the sharp point perfectly slid between the recovering black fighter's ass cheeks.
Her shoe breaking as Vanessa spasmed violently, Shyla kicked what was left of the footwear out of the ring. Scowling at the pain in her injured knee, the blonde calmly removed her other shoe and threw it out as well. The shoes had served their purpose now, and wearing only one would make fighting too difficult anyway.
Vanessa was cursing loudly as both fighters recovered, rubbing her aching backside as she stood up opposite the grinning Shyla. The blonde giggled as she called out loudly enough for the ring mics to pick up, "You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait..."
With a scream of hatred, Vanessa charged in swinging wildly. Bashing a fist across Shyla's mouth, she ran straight into a punch to her already bleeding tit. Grimacing in pain as the blonde dragged her knuckles across the open wound, Vanessa plowed into her with all her weight.
Shoved back to the ropes, Shyla lifted her knee up into Vanessa's side, bracing herself against the ring edge. Rapidly slamming her knee into the screaming black fighter's ribs, she did everything she could to keep the woman's punches at bay.
Having only landed some weak blows while receiving a fresh knee to her aching side every few seconds, vanessa finally relented. backing off a few steps she was blasted to her back when both of Shyla's feet connected with her breasts.
Nearly kicking herself over the ropes, Shyla collapsed to her ass laughing wildly as vanessa was sent rolling across the ground by the double kick to the tits. Picking herself back up off the ground, the blonde walked hands on hips over to the struggling black warrior.
Vanessa forced herself to her knees, breathing hard and readying herself for Shyla's next attack. The blonde took one big step forward before raising one leg up high.
The limber blonde's foot was at her own headheight when she sent it crashing down into the wide-eyed vanessa. Shyla's heel dug in where the black fighter's shoulder met her neck and sent the woman crumpling to the floor. She'd been practicing the move for a while, and was happy it had worked out so well.
Ripping the gasping Vanessa up by her hair, Shyla smirked at the wounded woman, "You like that one? It's called 'the guillotine.'" As Vanessa weakly tried to raise a fist, Shyla brought her own down hard on the black fighter's face, hammering her back to the floor, tits down.
Barely able to function from the blow to her collarbone, vanessa could do nothing as Shyla cruelly stomped on her shoulders and arms. The blonde gleefully knee dropped several times onto her enemy's spine, and drove her bare heel down on the splayed out arms so hard she nearly broke the black woman's elbows.
Finally, Shyla wedged her foot under the tits of the face down Vanessa and flopped her to her back. "How was it, exactly, that you mother died again?" The blonde looked thoughtfully down at the weeping and broken fighter. "Oh yeah, like this!"
Vanessa could no nothing as Shyla pounced on her, the blonde slamming her bare ass down over the beaten fighter's face. Years ago, Taylor had pulled off the exact same humiliating execution, ass smothering Vanessa's rookie mother after a much shorter and one sided beatdown.
Digging her nails into the dark flesh of Vanessa's breasts, Shyla twisted as hard as she could. Delighting in the soundless screams beneath her, she gasped in pleasure as she caught Mike's eye up in the stands. Growling as she saw Eve looking over the edge of the private box, the blonde dug her claws in deeper and punished the black fighter for her own frustrations.
Squirming weakly, Vanessa's bruised arms barely shifted as the blonde let go of one of her ruined tits. Shyla slipped her bloody fingers into her waiting pussy, gently masturbating on top of the dying black fighter. The audience loved the added humiliation of the blonde pleasuring herself while her enemy was helpless to stop her.
Shyla came hard, gushing over her fingers as Vanessa stopped moving beneath her. Barely even paying attention anymore, the blonde was imagining she had been matched up against Eve and it was that brunette's movements ceasing entirely.
DING! DING! DING!
With one fighter dead, the MGE staff wanted to get to the next match as quickly as possible. With Shyla not responding to the photographer asking her to strike a victory pose they simply took a shot of her as she was.
Sitting on the motionless face of her fresh kill, the blonde had her beaten enemy's body on full display. One hand still slowly fingering herself, the other was leaving bloody marks as she rubbed her hardened nipple, lost in bliss.
Up in their private box, Eve laughed as Shyla punched out the first ring girl to startle her out of her victorious revery. "I like that girl!" was all Mike's wife said before a MGE attendant knocked at the door and announced she'd be wanting to get to her ready room.
That meant one more fight before Mike's wife risked her own life. Leaving one lingering kiss on her man's lips, the brunette skipped off, confident that no matter who she faced, she'd be back to celebrate with him later.
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After Vanessa's body was finally removed from the ring, along with the senseless ring attendant Shyla had one-punched, the cleaning crew finally managed to wipe away the dead woman's blood, and other fluids.
Wasting no time, the next fighter was announced only a few seconds after Shyla left the arena. A crowd favourite, the pink haired fighter entered to massive applause.
Bell
Winning Percentage
95%
Outfit
Black fishnet onesie, matching thong.
Last Match
One week previous, deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, strangulation execution.
Kills
18[/CENTER]
With her boyfriend of one week watching, Bell skipped into the arena waving her arms to her adoring crowd. This was the pink haired brawlers second time taking part in the holy day's deathmatch event, and she planned to dispatch this opponent the same way as the other. Shattering her neck with one fluid and practiced motion.
Bell gripped the top ropes and lifted her body into the ring with a gymnast's grace. Executing a cartwheel that brought her to her turnbuckle, she smirked as the audience ate up her performance. Her impressive stats spoke for her skill, and even before her opponent was announced, she was surely to be heavily betted upon.
Her eyes widened with excitement as her enemy was announced. The Goddess was smiling on her for sure.
Emily
Winning Percentage
50%
Outfit
Transparent pink top, matching skirt
Last Match
Three days previous, kickboxing, loss, post-KO sexual humiliation
Kills
0
Daughter of the celebrated veteran Gladiatrix Blair, the rookie Emily has only just finished her first ten matches and been given an official winning percentage. Showing a much more lackluster combat expertise than was expected from such a famous lineage. Losing every second match, often badly, the brunette signed up for tonight to prove as much to herself as anyone else that she is a real Gladiatrix.
As Emily climbed through the middle ropes, her less than impressive stats appeared over her shoulder for the watching world to laugh at. The brunette held her head up high though as Bell slowly approached her.
Swaying her hips as widely as possible, the pink haired veteran licked her lips as she strutted over to her opponent. "The Goddess must have really liked my last offering to let me have a go at you!" Bell's eyes were full of hunger as she surveyed the rookie.
Tightly circling, the fighters looked one another up and down. Bell seemed unimpressed while Emily's eyes kept coming back to the pink haired woman's breasts, hardening nipples stabbing out through the mesh that only technically covered them. Bell had a large steel stud going through each nipple, dangerous for a Gladiatrix.
Bell was one of Blair's biggest fans, and had personally been to every one of the veteran's matches for years. She was affronted by the lack of skill her hero's daughter showed, and planned to punish the brunette for it. Sneering, she leaned in close to the rookie, "Maybe, once we're done, Blair can get a new and worthy daughter."
Growling, Emily stepped back, undoing the knot holding her top together. Letting the pink fabric fall to the ground, the brunette shook her whole body energetically. Suddenly looking much more sure of herself, she surged forward and nearly knocked Bell off her feet by ramming her bared breasts into the woman's own. "Oh, you think my mother would really be willing to adopt a corpse then?"
While it was uncommon, a Gladiatrix could adopt another into her family. It didn't matter whether Bell was related, if she was adopted, she would be Blair's heir. Assuming she won, and that the veteran didn't slaughter her for Emily's assumed death.
With the fighters snarling into one another's faces, inches apart, the warning buzzer rang out. It took a few seconds, but eventually Emily broke off first. Bell spat on the ground between them before she too turned away to return to her corner.
DING! DING! DING!
After the end of a tense minute, with both women breathing heavily as they prepared for violence, they both sprinted forward at the bell.
Ducking to the side to avoid Emily's first swing, Bell was taken by surprise when the brunette lifted her knee up into the pink haired fighter's firm tit. Winded by the blow, she narrowly avoided a followup downward punch that would have blasted her to the ground.
Keeping up to the raggedly breathing Bell, Emily got in several good shots before her enemy recovered. Gripping a handful of mesh covering Bell's shoulder, the brunette tugged hard to throw her back off balance.
Standing firm as her mesh outfit ripped, Bell slammed a fist up under Emily's chin. Blowing the brunette off her feet, Bell didn't let her fall. Digging her nails into Emily's soft titflesh, she hammered her fist into the cute brunette's face over and over again, backing her across the ring with a look a savage glee on her face.
Thrown against the ropes with a groan, Emily threw herself to the side the moment Bell released her breast. Nimbly tucking and rolling, she came to her feet as the pink haired fighter stomped the ground where she'd landed.
Kicking Emily in the side as she came back up, the snarling Bell chased her enemy about the ring. Shouting, "Get back here, slut!" the veteran tried grabbing the brunette as she skipped rings around the pink haired fighter.
Avoiding Bell's strong punches, Emily snuck in several jabs as she kept in constant movement. Suddenly stepping forward a moment before she was cornered against the turnbuckle, the brunette slipped under Bell's outstretched arms and drove her knee into the woman's midsection, bracing her arms around the pink haired fighter's back.
Bell spat up as she stumbled forward, taken aback by the blow to her gut. Wiping drool from her lips with the back of one hand, the veteran chopped her other hand down on Emily's neck.
Emily hit the mat on her knees. Screaming in blinding pain, she clutched at her injured neck and shoulder.
Gripping her younger enemy by the throat, Bell yanked the woman to her feet with one arm. Digging fingers in under the frilly pink skirt, the wrathful veteran lifted her brunette enemy bodily into the air. With a yell of exertion, Bell threw the screaming Emily into the rope, upside down.
Rebounding off the ropes, Emily bounced awkwardly on her head before collapsing in a tangle of limbs. Coughing, the brunette was picked up off the ground by strong fingers digging into her scalp. panting in fear, she turned wild eyes up to face the picture of fury that was Bell.
Burying her fist in Emily's stomach, Bell lifted the brunette off her feet with a yell of exertion. Once again lifting the rookie overhead, the pink haired fighter threw her enemy to the ground with a ring shaking thud.
Parading around the ring with her arms held up in victory, Bell howled in wild exultation. Her only regret was that unlike her last fight, she couldn't have her man take part. Sucking his cock while strangling the man's previous girlfriend had been the most enjoyable moment of her career.
Savagely kicking Emily in the tits, Bell rolled the brunette to her back. Leaning down, she grabbed the moaning woman by the throat and hauled her up. Throwing Emily limply against the ropes, the pink haired brawler smirked and wound up for the finishing onslaught. She'd leave the brunette a ragged bloodied corpse, suspended on the ring edge.
Lunging forward, Emily slammed into the laughing Bell. Gripping the desperate brunette by the throat as her hands slapped against the pink haired woman's mesh covered breasts, Bell threw all her strength into launching Emily back. She shrieked in abject agony though as one of her nipple piercings tore from her chest.
Gripping the bloody steel stud in her fist, Emily hyperventilated as she slumped against the ropes. In front of her, blood streamed down Bell's chest as the woman looked down in paralyzing horror at the ragged tear in her breast.
Stumbling back, Bell clutched her bleeding tit, her only reaction being to let out an ear piercing scream. Her yell was cut off as Emily uppercut her right under the chin, sending her crashing to the floor on her back.
Still clutching the removed piercing in her fist, Emily reached down and dug her nails into the stunned Bell's unravaged tit, fingers tightening around the second stud. Placing a foot in between the pink haired fighter's breasts, she made shushing noises at the terror filled pleas Bell frantically started gasping, and then hauled back in a fresh spurt of blood as the audience cheered her on.
Bell's gurgled cries cut off as Emily knee dropped on to her chest. Landing squarely on the destroyed breasts of her enemy, the brunette slid her blood streaked legs out to either side, perfectly mounting the breathless woman.
The crowd couldn't believe the turnaround. One moment Emily was about to be brutally beaten to death, the next she was pinning the bloodsoaked Bell to the floor. The cheers the brunette received were unlike any from earlier in the night.
"Brought your boyfriend along for the show, huh?" Exhausted and injured as she was, Emily still took great pleasure in wrapping her fingers around Bell's throat. "I hear he likes watching his lovers go in a certain way." Pushing down, the brunette didn't use enough force to crush, just making sure her pink haired victim couldn't breathe. Like Bell, she found herself regretting that the woman's boyfriend wasn't allowed in the ring tonight.
Her arms pinned to her sides, Bell still tried her best to fight back. Unable to breathe, she strained mightily against Emily's crushing thighs. Physically lifting the brunette up, she only succeeded in placing the entirely of her choker's weight on her throat.
As Bell's desperate strength gave out, Emily laughed uncontrollably. Landing heavily on the woman's ruined breasts, the brunette bounced up and down to take what little fight Bell had left out of her. Sadistically grinning down at the defeated woman, Emily hissed through clenched teeth, "I'm gonna take your fucking head off, bitch!" and threw everything she had into crushing the choking veteran's throat
The pink haired veteran's eyes rolled back into her head as she lost what little skintone she had. Laying in a spreading pool of her own blood, Bell gave one last violent shudder before lying still beneath the excited Emily.
DING! DING! DING!
Gasping in ecstasy, Emily ran bloody fingers through her hair. Her first kill, sure to be the first of many. Stripping off the once pink skirt that stuck to her sides, the brunette stood up over her enemy's unmoving body.
Yanking off Bell's black panties, Emily held the trophy over her head with one hand as she placed the other on her hip. Digging her toes under the mesh of the dead woman's torn outfit, the brunette had her victory photo taken while the crowd's applause shook the building.
The thong in Emily's hand wasn't the real trophy of course. Although she couldn't decide on whether the real reward would be in having the woman's head removed, or fucking Bell's boyfriend in the woman's own private box.
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Up in Eve's private box, Mike's hand bobbed up and down on the back of Shyla's head. As long as his mistress, who had probably had to sprint to make it up to the box so quickly, didn't raise her head to high, nobody would be able to see he wasn't alone.
Shyla showed none of Eve's interest in the fights below. Although she did giggle when Mike told her exactly how Emily turned her fate around. "That's why the smart Gladiatrixes wear false piercings, baby."
It took several minutes for all of Bell's blood to be cleaned from the ring, her body would have a meetup with a ceremonial axe before joining it in the incinerator. When the ring was finally clear, the next match was announced.
Mike's busy mistress grinned as the first of the fighters was announced. Knowing that Eve would be next, she was happy with who her brunette rival would be coming out to face in a minute.
Frankie
Winning Percentage
66%
Outfit
Black bra with matching thong
Last Match
Two days previous, deathmatch, win, beatdown finish and execution
Kills
12
Wearing a sturdy bra, meant to absorb blows to the chest, the blonde Gladiatrix Frankie strutted into the arena to cheers from her rabid fans. A crowd favourite due to her tendency to lose herself in beating her opponents, the blonde has on multiple occasions cleanly killed her enemies when in a proper rage.
Frankie's winning percentage was kept low due to her love of sexfights, win or lose. Mike could think of few fighters he'd rather have Eve avoid if at all possible. Worryingly, Eve had twice fought Frankie before, once in a cage, and once in a ring much like this. Both times, the blonde had savaged his wife and taken him as a trophy for the night.
Gripping the padding of her turnbuckle, the blonde hauled herself up. Swinging her legs over the ring edge, Frankie sat relaxedly on her corner as her stats appeared above her head.
When Eve's name was announced, Shyla started bobbing her head in double speed. Hoping to turn Mike's attention away from his own wife as she walked into a dangerous fight to the death.
Eve
Winning Percentage
88%
Outfit
Pink bra with matching panties
Last Match
Nine days previous, strap-on sexfight, win
Kills
9
Eve showed no hesitation as she entered the arena. No doubt recognizing Frankie, who was openly smiling, Mike's wife calmly walked to the ring. Climbing over the ropes, she swung one leg over and let it dangle for a few seconds, looking back over her shoulder at Mike. With a confident looking smile she then hopped fully into the ring. Her stats fading in over her shoulder just before she dropped down.
Frankie slipped off her turnbuckle and slinked over to her opponent, meeting the brunette ring center. "You know I had to kill a bitch just to take her place tonight, right? Guess it really was worth slaughtering that fucking rookie after all."
Eve had to admit, if only to herself, she wished the woman Frankie had beaten to death just a few days previous was her current opponent. But the Goddess would appreciate the blonde's death much more than the untested Asian fighter Eve had apparently missed facing.
"What's up? Cat got your tongue? Maybe I'll just rip that out for ya then." The blonde stepped up close to the stoic brunette. Her sturdy bra dragging across Eve's bright pink top.
Ignoring the impulse to headbutt Frankie as she leaned in so perfectly, Eve finally replied. "Just trying to decide why you're so excited that you fought so hard to get killed, blondie."
Frankie's eyes flashed hatred and she actually raised her fist before the warning buzzer made her jump. "Oh, I am going to get a lot of enjoyment out of beating you to death, cunt." Turning on her heel, the blonde looked back over her shoulder at the unmoved brunette, "Try not to die too quickly, dear. I want to take my money's worth out of your tits before heading up to your little private box there for my real reward."
Eve kicked her shoes under the ropes as she walked back to her corner. The thought of Frankie once again stealing Mike away made her blood run cold, especially cause if she lost this time, the blonde would keep him forever.
DING! DING! DING!
Letting her ramped up horniness crush any hesitation she might feel at once again facing Frankie's fists, Eve braced herself as the blonde charged.
Screaming, Frankie sprinted across the length of the ring. Coming up just short of the backed in brunette, she swung her leg in a head high kick.
Blocking the crushing blow with two upraised forearms, Eve was blasted back into her corner with a grunt. Throwing herself forward, she dodged around Frankie as the blonde rounded, fists swinging.
Rolling to her feet, Eve kicked back into the oncoming blonde's midsection. As Frankie stumbled forward, the brunette spun tightly and drove her elbow into the woman's eye.
Frankie pitched backwards screaming, her feet sliding out under her and planting her on her back. Kicking wildly, she managed to hit Eve in the tits as the brunette went to pounce on her. Blinded as she was, the blonde reacted fast when she found her target, hammering her heel repeatedly forward until Eve fell away.
Gasping from the strong kicks to her chest and belly, Eve stumbled backwards to get out of range of the screaming Frankie's kicks. Holding her aching tits, the brunette tore away her constricting bra and threw it hatefully at the downed blonde.
Blinking away stars, Frankie swung her legs around and leapt to her feet using the momentum. Getting a headrush, the blonde stumbled and was taken completely unawares when Eve's foot smashed in between her breasts.
Yelling in anger, Eve slammed her fist into the unbalanced blonde's face. Backing the woman across the ring, the brunette kept up a steady onslaught aimed at Frankie's tits. Throwing all of her power into the attack, she avoided face shots for fear of damaging her hands of the blonde's thick skull.
As she as backed into the ropes, Frankie finally got her vision back, and viciously backhanded a straitpunch away from her throat. Uppercutting the surprised Eve, the blonde shoved her way off the ropes and with a snarl, drove her fists deep into the brunette's bust.
Expertly dodging Eve's wild swings, Frankie let out a sharp yell to punctuate each punch she dug into the stumbling brunette. Backhanding a fist across Eve's jaw, she threw her shoulder into the woman and sent her tumbling to the ground.
Groaning on the ring floor, Eve took in several deep breaths as her enemy slowly circled her. Rolling to the side as Frankie advanced, all she earned was a strong kick to the tits as the blonde kept up. Thrown against the bottom ropes, she slipped through, her top half falling towards the cement below.
Laughing, Frankie grabbed Eve's foot to stop the brunette from falling fully out of the ring. Running forward to grip the brunette by the knee, she gagged in surprise as Eve's legs kicked out of her control and locked around her neck.
Falling to the arena floor, Eve landed upside down on her hands. Her weight pulling her shocked opponent out through the ropes after her by her neck. Eve collapsed forward onto her shoulder, throwing Frankie out beyond her.
Frankie pitched screaming out of the ring. Crashing face first into the cement floor, the blonde bounced before flopping down half on top of the winded Eve.
Both fighters lay moaning on the hard ground as the audience chanted the name of whoever they wanted to see get up first. It was generally assumed that whoever recovered first would have a pretty easy time of dispatching her senseless opponent.
Up in Eve's private box, Shyla moaned happily as she rode Mike's cock. Leaning far forward to avoid being seen, she growled Eve's name. While the blonde mistress wanted the brunette to suffer, she didn't want her to lose. Going behind Eve's back like this was fun for her, she'd probably just end up killing Frankie a few nights from now if the bimbo won.
Eve's fans shook the bleachers as the brunette shoved herself off the cement with great effort. Crawling over to the motionless blonde, Eve scowled as she wound the still limp woman's hair around her fist.
Frankie's face made a wet crunch as it was driven into the floor by Eve's weight. Knocked awake, the blonde cried out in terror as her head was wrenched back.
The blonde fighter's cries were cut short as Eve threw all of her weight into crushing the woman's head against the cement. Wild eyed and breathing heavily, the busty brunette picked up speed, ripping the limp blonde's head back and smashing it down repeatedly.
A puddle of urine spread out from Frankie's crotch as her face was ground into the floor. Her spastic arms completely unable to grip of hit anything vital, they quickly stopped waving frantically and lay still. The blonde was completely limp as Eve finished with the last heavy slams into a pool of blood and broken teeth.
DING! DING! DING!
Standing on shaky legs, Eve placed her foot on the back of Frankie's head. The blonde's destroyed face lay down in a spreading pool of fresh blood. The brunette raised both arms in victory as the photographer set up in front of her.
Yanking off Frankie's piss drenched thong as a grim trophy, Eve kicked the blonde to her back. Leaving the dead woman's annihilated face for all to see.
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As Eve left the arena, Shyla flipped around, moaning loudly as she deepthroated her man. Keeping it up for over a minute, the blonde seemed to be ignoring that Eve was no doubt on her way up.
Giving Mike's cock one last loving kiss, the blonde slowly made her way past him and out one of the doors. As it clicked closed, the other whipped open.
Staggering into the private box, Eve fell into her husband's arms. Jumping him, she tugged off the pink panties and gasped with long awaited pleasure as he entered her. He had to thank the fact that she came almost immediately, if she'd chosen to suck him good and hard first she might have tasted Shyla's own orgasmic leavings.
With Eve dragging Mike down for a rabid fucking on the floor, neither could see over the ledge as the next match was announced. Laying the throatily groaning Eve on her back, Mike kept half an ear out as a pair of redheads were called out as the fighters as he avoided putting any pressure on his wife's swollen chest.
Making bets with his wife on who would be the winner, Mike resigned himself to not watching the fight as Eve required his full attentions right there on the ground. She'd made her sacrifice to the Goddess, and demanded her reward be as rough and enduring as possible.
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