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 encouraged it?s fighters to build grudges over the relatively few men that called the fighting capital home. Nothing drew a paying crowd like two women that both wanted to same cock, fighting with all their might. But not all fights had to end in death, and sometimes a Gladiatrix really did just want another to leave her man alone. Thus, if a Gladiatrix managed to get another to agree to give up on a man (usually by forcing her on pain of mutilation), she was prohibited in any way from ever chasing after him again.
While it was an uncommon tactic, some Gladiatrixes prefered the humiliation of having a beaten foe hang around toothless than just killing her. A dead foe was easily forgotten, a humiliated one was a good warning to others.
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Even with Mike's misgivings about leaving his wife, Gladiatrix rules were clear on such things. Eve had declared him no longer hers, and thus, he no longer was. If his (suddenly former) wife ever wanted him back, she'd have to wait till his new girlfriend specifically challenged her first.
Led by the hand by his giddy new lover though, Mike doubted the perky brunette would ever agree to such a match. Not out of fear of Eve, who she had already conquered, but just to make Eve suffer.
Emily
Winning Percentage
82%
Outfit
Black lingerie bra and panties with pink highlights, Black leggings
Last Match
Today, deathmatch, win, humiliation finish instead of execution
Kills
9
Wild with anticipation, Mike's new brunette tugged him along the hallways of Taylor's apartment suite. Breathing heavily whenever she looked back at him, Emily chose the first room that held a bed.
Shoving Mike into the room, Emily slammed the door shut and cursed at the fact that it had no lock. Clearly wanting total privacy, especially in "enemy territory," the brunette panted with desperation. She wanted to find a room with a locking door, but also wanted to jump Mike right that second.
The room was one of Taylor's many bedrooms. With such a long family history of Gladiatrix celebrity, she had furnished this one with many lesser trophies dating back decades. Emily's eyes locked on a particular trophy though.
A hefty bronze statue depicting a generic long-haired Gladiatrix standing with hands on hips, it commemorated Taylor's great grandmother winning a major tourney. The base was engraved with the names of the fifteen other Gladiatrixes who had been killed in the no-doubt amazing tournament. Nowadays, the fights were as forgotten as the long dead women.
Snatching up the piece of Gladiatrix history, Emily bashed the door handle with the statue's bronze head. Ferociously snarling, the brunette mangled both trophy and knob beyond salvage with repeated strikes. With the door now "locked" she dropped the heavy piece of scrap to the ground and turned to Mike with an eager grin.
Lightly shoving her man down onto the bed, Emily was shaking with excitement as she ran her hands down her own body. Humming throatily, the brunette didn't mount him right away. Even as her hands quivered, she ever so slowly worked her bra off with deliberate leisure.
Mike had always appreciated a good strip tease. His first wife had always been too eager to get him inside her to properly take her time, and his current mistress Shyla prefered the act of tearing away her clothing without preamble. Eve had always taken the time to seduce him though, and it seemed that Emily was determined to do the same.
The limber Emily wrapped her lithe leg around Mike's torso, hovering her wet crotch right over his steeled member as she ran one hand through his hair and threw her bra away with the other. Drawing Mike into a passionate kiss, Emily wanted to be the only woman on her man's mind when she finally took him as hers.
It was Mike that tore away Emily's panties as she giggled happily. Her laughter cut out with a massive gasp as she lowered down onto her man's cock. Tight with excitement, she moaned as she only made it down half-way.
The lovers both groaned as Emily worked herself up and down. Too wound up, the brunette was wild-eyed as she tried to take every inch. Both yelled in surprise though as she was suddenly hauled off Mike by her brown hair though. Emily shrieked more in shock than pain as she was torn away from her man by strong hands in her hair.
Shyla
Winning Percentage
92%
Outfit
Black silk panties, black leggings
Last Match
Today, deathmatch, clean kill "guillotine" kick execution
Kills
13
Having entered the room through a secret panel only she and her mother knew of, Mike's blonde mistress screamed with rage as she dragged the usurper off Mike's cock. Fruitlessly trying the ruined door, she had sprinted to the next room over, wanting to get at Emily before the whore managed to squeeze her cunt over her man's perfect cock. Foregoing stealth, she hadn't been quiet opening the secret door, hidden behind a floor length banner for her grandmother's favourite venue. She was enraged that Emily and Mike were so engrossed in one another that she was ignored entirely.
Burying her fist in Emily's stomach, Shyla was surprised when the brunette instinctively elbowed her in the jaw. Launching Emily back across the room, the blonde shook her head to clear it as her enemy crashed against an old venue poster. The faded paper showed glamourous images of four women about to fight over a man, Shyla didn't even know which of the four busty blondes was her great aunt, or even that the woman had died the night of that event.
As Shyla tried kicking her right in the crotch, Emily spun to the side. Toppling a side table covered in porcelain figurines Shyla's grandmother had had commissioned (each one depicted a different Gladiatrix she had slain, oddly, there were ten more figures than her kills accounted for), the brunette one hand tossed the light table in Shyla direction as she centered herself.
Grabbing the table before a corner dug into her knee, Shyla snarled as she threw the thing away and advanced. Catching a weak jab Emily threw her way as a test, she tugged the brunette forward and clotheslined her. Porcelain crunched under Emily's back as she slammed to the floor with a pained yelp.
Swinging her leg up, Emily caught the topless blonde in the back of the leg, preventing the enraged woman from stomping on her throat. Screaming, "He's mine you whore!" the brunette jumped to her feet and rounded on the stumbling blonde.
Twisting, Shyla grabbed Emily by the throat in a steel grip. Snarling in the choking brunette's face, "Wrong slut, he's mine," she smashed a haymaker across Emily's eyes that flung the brunette to the floor face down.
Shyla's kick to Emily's ribs lifted the brunette off her hands and knees, slamming her against a dresser full of panties collected off of her family's many dead enemies. Gripping the top of the fine wooden dresser, the blonde stomped down heavily on Emily's side, gritting her teeth as she dug her heel in as hard as she could.
Swinging her arm wildly, Emily managed to knock the darkly chuckling Shyla back. Frantically clawing at the drawers, she clambered to her feet just in time for the blonde to step back up and smash a foot between her bared breasts.
The heavy dresser shook as Emily was bent backwards over it's top, her head striking the wall behind. Her skull crunching against glass as she broke a framed photo of a long dead veteran (not one of Shyla's relations, just an autograph from decades ago), the brunette twisted sharply to the side to dodge a follow up kick. Pushing off the dresser, she used her momentum to backhand a fist across Shyla's face.
Her head snapped back from the surprisingly strong blow, Shyla tasted blood as she blindly swung a fist in Emily's direction. Her knuckles painfully connecting against the back of the brunette's head, she growled pure hatred as her rival stumbled away.
Mike winced as Shyla's foot drove up between Emily's legs. A direct shot to the brunette's primed pussy, his new lover made a high pitched gagging yelp at the unseen blow, but somehow kept her feet. Standing on wobbly legs, Emily cried out in agony as she tried to turn to face her enemy.
Kicking Emily in her aching side, Shyla danced about the brunette laughing. Striking a boxing stance, she slammed a punch across the beleaguered brunette's jaw. Ducking a blind swing, she flawlessly uppercut her rival with a self-satisfied smile on her lips.
Drooling blood, Emily hit the ground hard on her back. As Shyla stepped over her, about to deliver a rib cracking knee drop, the brunette lashed out with a leg she could barely even feel, driving it deep into the smirking blonde's midsection.
Shyla felt like vomiting, gagging, she fell forward to her knees, awkwardly landing on Emily with none of the finesse she'd been about to crush the woman with. Slapped across the cheek, she was bowled over as Emily got some kind of furious second wind.
Digging her nails into Shyla's round tit, Emily hauled herself above the woman in one smooth motion. Smashing a fist down into the blonde's mouth, she shrieked loudly as Shyla's claws dragged down her back, leaving bloody tracks from just below her shoulders right down across her ass.
Thrashing wildly, Shyla hammered her fist into Emily's side as she clawed at the screaming woman's backside. Blood sprayed out of the brunette's mouth and blinded Shyla as she felt something crack inside the woman.
Grabbing a tit with each hand, Shyla shoved Emily off with all her might. Laying on her back, the blonde calmly wiped the blood from her eyes as the moaning brunette crawled across the floor.
Emily retched blood onto the expensive rugs Taylor had strewn all over the place. Her side was on fire as she pushed her way up to her feet and headed for the door. Slumping against the solidly built door, she fumbled at the ruined knob in desperation. Twisting around, she looked wildly about the room for whatever secret entrance Shyla had entered through, then screamed in terror as her blonde enemy flew into her knee first.
If anyone had been walking by the hallway, they wouldn't have heard a thing, Taylor's soundproofing being perfect. They would however have heard the bang as something heavy smashed against the door enough to shake it.
Shyla grinned wickedly as Emily collapsed like a ragdoll, spewing blood and bile. She'd aimed to hit the brunette in the spine with a flying knee, instead the dumb bitch had perfectly lined her own cracked ribs for punishment.
Somehow still conscious, Emily moaned as she clawed her way across the floor. Shyla calmly pacing along behind her, smiling warmly over at Mike, still on the bed.
Emily crawled out of Mike's sight, pulling her way behind a couch. Mike could only just see a blurry reflection of the brunette in the massive television the couch faced.
Stepping down hard on the back of Emily's knee, Shyla let all her weight down, pinning the weeping woman where she was, only her legs visible to Mike. Reaching over, Shyla picked up one of the many trophies her mother had set around the room.
A bronze bust of a topless Gladiatrix wearing riding boots, it commemorated some fight Shyla couldn't care less about. Whoever the statue was of, her tits weren't as nice as Shyla's.
Emily's legs kicked out spastically as, with a scream, Shyla swung the statue above her head and drove it down on the back of the brunette's head. Blood arced up as the blonde drew back, chest heaving with excitement.
There were wet thuds as Shyla swung the blood drenched trophy down over and over again. Emily's feet kicked out with every blow as a puddle of piss started spreading out from her crotch, soaking the carpet.
When Shyla was finally done, Emily's blood slicked her chest and face as she laughingly smearing it around. Dropping the heavy trophy down on the no longer twitching Emily, the blonde swaggered over to her man.
Smeared with blood, Shyla threw herself head down on Mike's cock. Gasping with desire, she pushed up his body, letting his steeled member slide between her blood drenched tits before tugging her silk panties to the side and slamming her pussy down his entire length without issue.
Gasping, "That fucking bitch! That fucking whore! She lost you to that piece of shit!" To Mike's surprise, she was talking about Eve. "I'll fucking kill her, I'll make sure she knows you're mine!" Shyla locked her wild eyes with Mike, suddenly still as she gripped his chin with bloody fingers. "I want to win you, baby, and that bitch lost you before I could."
Shyla growled darkly as she started roughly grinding her hips, "She has to suffer for losing you, babe. And then, then I'm going to fucking end her!"
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As Emily excitedly left the main room, full of excited and chattering Gladiatrixes, the parties host left out another door.
Taylor
Winning Percentage
97%
Outfit
Blue dress, black panties with matching leggings
Last Match
Two days previous, bare-knuckle boxing, win, beatdown finish, inflicted four broken bones
Kills
55
Her daughter having won the first fight of the night meant little to Taylor. While she was happy Shyla had survived, the two following matches, where her champions were brutally killed or humiliated were bitter losses. Her great rival certainly had the upper hand in their grudge now.
Cursing Roxy and especially Eve (who hadn't had the good sense to get herself killed at least), Taylor pulled a weed-laced cigarette out from her dress as she walked out onto her balcony. Leaning over the railing, she blew a smoke ring as she looked out over the city.
The MGE billboard across the street played out upcoming matches that Taylor had cared about a few hours ago. While she had money riding on several of the women that would be fighting soon, it was nothing compared to what she'd lost tonight. Each champion fight came with a hefty price, that even her fortune would be reeling from.
Sighing loudly as she puffed on the powerful cigarette, she barely heard the squeak as someone approached behind her.
"Rough night, huh?"
Blair
Winning Percentage
95%
Outfit
Leopard-print panties, black garterns with leggings.
Last Match
One week previous, best two of three wrestling match, win, titsmother KO, ass smothering finishing KO
Kills
58
As Taylor whirled around, her enemy Blair surged forward from where she had quietly snuck to. Grabbing the blonde's swung leg, Blair grabbed her rival by the scalp and drove the side of her head into the metal railing with a satisfying crack that dented it.
Glass from the railing to the balcony floor cracked as Blair smashed Taylor's head against the railing again just as forcefully. Letting go of the blonde's leg, she caught the wildly swung elbow before it collided with her jaw. "Not this time, you annoying piece of shit!"
Glass chips fell off the balcony as Taylor's forehead was driven down into the dented metal again. Knocked senseless, she went limp in Blair's arms.
With one smooth motion, Blair tipped Taylor over the railing. Her fingers grabbing the blonde's panties, she let the woman's own weight pull them off as she fell soundlessly of the side of the highrise building.
Smoothing Taylor's black panties out, Blair tucked them under her waistband as she marched right back into the building. Just as she closed the door, she heard the dim bang as the blonde landed in an open garbage bin down below. Grinning at the bitch ending up just where she belonged. The brunette wondered how long before the body was found, or if it would get to the dump without ever being noticed.
Entering the party without anyone having noticed her disappearance, Blair gladly took a drink from one of her students. The picture of calm, she watched as her champion student Sara walked back into the cage the second fight had taken place in.
Blair let out a cheer that was echoed by both her students and many of Taylor's fans as Sara, wielding a hatchet Blair had gifted her, slammed it down on the dead Roxy's exposed throat. She hadn't ordered Sara to do anything with the axe, but was glad the brunette had taken the hint.
As Sara held aloft her dead enemy's head, still with a dildo sticking out of the mouth, he let out a victorious yell. Blair laughed and applauded along with her students as the party started in earnest.
Unfortunately, with Eve still alive, and probably en route to the hospital, Blair wouldn't get to see her daughter do the same to her own enemy. The girl had taken after her mother since her first kill, and Blair always got the thrill seeing Emily's small collection of polished skulls grow. Maybe later, she'd get to watch her beautiful daughter decapitate her new man's ex, but not tonight.
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Several dozen floors below, garbage bags ejected from the building into the nearly empty bin. Covering up the destroyed body splattered within.
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