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 TV was LIVE, with people all over the world tuning in to watch not just another fight, one of dozens being fought across the city, but a brutal deathmatch. Everyone loved a good fight to the death, when the stakes were truly high. Only one fighter would walk out of the combat area alive, and everyone wanted to see who would be their winner.
Crowd favourite venue "The White Room" had no audience to bay for blood and watch the match up close. Despite this, the clean white mat and curtains had a certain allure. Every spot of blood would show on the pristine surface and stand out for all to see.
The room was barely bigger than a standard boxing ring, squared sides with creamy drapes from the roof to the floor. Those drapes had to be cleaned after almost every match, as it was quickly becoming a Gladiatrix tradition to slam an enemy into the hard walls behind.
Two veterans had been let into the room, glaring quietly at one another as they paced on opposite ends of the white mat. Their stats would be appearing above them in black lettering to all those watching. Although what people really wanted to know was why two Gladiatrixes with no known grudge would be willing to risk their lives in such a brutal venue. One-time lovers, they stared contemptuously across the small arena at one another.
Eve
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
Black lingerie outfit with red highlights, black fishnet leggings and matching garters
Last Match
Seven weeks previous, deathmatch, merciful loss, broken arm, man-stealer humiliation
Kills
11
Eve stalked back and forth across the length of her chosen wall. Breathing heavily, her large tits strained against the sexy outfit she hadn't even chosen to wear. The black lingerie corset was just another stipulation she had to abide by tonight.
The rules were simple, if Eve survived tonight, and killed her enemy in the most painful manner she could, she would get a chance at getting Mike back. Shyla's messages had been very clear, while she wouldn't just hand Eve's former husband back, she wouldn't let the busty brunette near him ever again if she didn't do as she was told, when she was told to do it.
And Eve would do anything to get Mike back, as Shyla well knew.
Wiping the beginning of a tear away from her eye, Eve snarled as she looked across the small room. Trying to imagine her opponent was the blonde Shyla, she shook with rage as she prepared for combat. Her enemy looked no less intense, if not as angry.
Dee
Winning Percentage
99%
Outfit
Black bikini bottoms with gold highlight
Last Match
Eight days previous, beachfight deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, drowning execution
Kills
19
Originally entering wearing a terry cloth robe, Dee shucked it to reveal herself already topless. While she was far from happy to be here, she was a Gladiatrix first, and that meant a certain level of professional dramatics.
Having been trying to get the blonde bitch Shyla into a match for weeks now, she was surprised when Eve had stepped up as the woman's champion. If Eve was so willing to jump when Shyla told her to though, then the bikini babe would just bury her first.
Waiting on the buzzer to sound the beginning of their match, both brunettes marched forward to face off as Gladiatrix fans the world over waited for any clue as to their grudge.
Glaring into Eve's hate filled eyes, Dee finally spat out, "You dumb cunt! What? That bitch say if you kill me she'd let you watch as she fucks him?" Stepping up close, the once undefeated Dee slammed her bare tits against Eve's covered mounds, "If you’d just waited, I’m going to kill that blonde whore myself!"
Eve could have probably attacked Dee right then and there, claiming a retaliation against the chest smack, but she just snarled back into her opponent's face. Pushing her breasts hard against the bikini babe's, the brunette trembled with anger, flattening their matched tits against one another.
With her enemy not saying a word, Dee's own fury only ramped up. Practically screaming in Eve's face, the topless brunette yelled, "You know what? You don't even deserve him anymore!" Taking a step back, the bikini babe shook her head in disgust. Letting out a big huff of air, the brunette turned to go back to her wall.
Spitting on the clean white mat in annoyance, Dee couldn't resist one last word. Speaking loudly over her shoulder, she called back at the turning Eve, "You know, even once I'd killed that slut, nobody ever said I needed to share Mike with you. I was just gonna be nice!"
Just turning back to her own wall, Eve twisted hard on the mat. Hissing, "Share?" she slammed a full power punch right across the surprised Dee's jaw as the brunette spun around in surprise.
MGE refs had no idea what to do as both brunettes threw themselves at one another, screaming in hatred. Dee had initiated physical contact, but had just disengaged when Eve made her first strike. Now, neither woman backing off, it would take interrupting the match to decide who was in the wrong.
Dee took two good shots to the face before deflecting the screaming Eve's arm and uppercutting the oncoming brunette. Stepping inside Eve's reach, she hammered her fists into the woman's stomach in a rapid flurry of blows as MGE officials quickly capitalized on the quickly erupting fistfight and hit the buzzer. Late was always better than never.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
As the buzzer deafened the room, both brunette's took a step back and, in almost perfect unison, brought a foot up and slammed it into one another's chests. Launched backwards, both women hit the mat with equally winded grunts.
One heavy breast popping out of her thin corset, a red faced Eve hurled herself forward without a seconds breather. Staggering on the first few steps, she was already dropping to one knee as the wide-eyed Dee started to roll to her side.
Screaming in pain as Eve knee dropped right on her tits from the side, Dee still managed to backhand the brunette across the mouth before she could establish a mount. As Eve slammed to her back, Dee rolled away, grimacing at the throbbing pain in her boobs. Digging her heel into the mat, the bikini babe kicked herself forward, trying to land a punch right between Eve's spread legs.
Scooting her ass along the rough mat fabric, Eve narrowly avoided having her crotch crushed by Dee's whole weight. Bringing her leg up, she rammed her knee up under Dee's chin with a sharp crack before digging her heel into the brunette's throat as she raised to her knees.
Dee spewed blood in an arc as Eve's foot drove up under her jaw, throwing her backwards to land with a heavy thud. Rolling as Eve tried to kick at her some more, the bikini babe came easily to her feet, spitting blood out to the side.
Grabbing Dee's foot as the screaming woman tried to stomp on her tits, the downed Eve twisted hard, trying to break the standing brunette's ankle. As her enemy spun with the blow though, Eve gasped in surprise as the entirely of Dee's weight drove down on her, then the turning woman's foot kicked across the side of her face.
Sent sprawling by her own attack, Dee landed heavily on her sore tits. Having both stomped on Eve's chest and kicked her in the face though, it was worth it. Rolling to her back, she kicked Eve in the ass as the lingerie wearing Brunette tried to get to her feet.
Her top ripping as she pitched forward into the mat, Eve gripped a cream coloured curtain just at the edge of her reach and pulled herself up to shaky legs. The remains of her lingerie falling to her hips, Eve pushed herself off the wall and pounced of the raising Dee.
Screaming in mutual fury, the brunettes rolled across the mat as Eve landed breast to breast on her foe, smearing small blood stains all over. Dee managed to dig her knees into Eve's sides and momentarily ended up on top. In a crotch to crotch mount, she slammed several good punches right into Eve's pretty features before the downed woman drove her knuckles into the bikini babes ribs and made her gasp for air that wasn’t there.
As Dee folded forward, Eve gripped her by the hair with both hands. Screaming in surprise and pain as Dee did the exact same thing, Eve's back arched as her head was pulled back.
Blood speckled Eve's face and breasts as Dee shrieked in her face. Both brunettes held on tight to the other's scalp with both hands and continued to haul back for all they were worth. Neither could even see their enemy anymore as both had their necks craned back as they pulled.
Suddenly, Eve let go, letting the shocked Dee slam forward from the release and bury her face in the gasping Eve's upturned cleavage. Smashing her fist into the struggling brunette's side, Eve growled as Dee didn't release her hair.
Shoving herself up off her opponent with nails digging into surprisingly firm titflesh, Dee still held Eve by the hair, keeping her face stationary as the beachfighter cocked a fist back.
Eve's head smashed against the mat as Dee crushed knuckles into her eye socket. Twisting under the mounted brunette, Eve grabbed at the woman's arm that held her and yanked on it with both hands.
Her arm pulled forward, Dee nearly lost her balance, then shrieked in surprised agony as Eve's teeth dug into her wrist. Screaming, "What the fuck!" she backhanded a fist across Eve's suddenly bloody lips and fell to the side clutching her bleeding arm.
Eve rolled away, still dazed from the shots to her head, she once again used the wall hangings to pull herself up. Hauling to her feet, the brunette had to shake her head to clear it, feeling at her now busted lip as she saw the streaks on the drapes where her face had briefly brushed against it.
With Dee stumbling over to the far wall from Eve and leaning against the wall, both brunettes glared hatred as they gasped for breath from opposite sides of the bloodstained room. With blood drooling down her chin from split lips, Eve pushed off the wall and staggered at her enemy with a snarl of absolute hatred.
With a scream, Dee shoved off the wet curtains and charged. Swinging a fist at Eve's face room center, she stumbled as the woman fell to her fishnet covered knees and punched her in the stomach.
As Dee fell to one knee, Eve was spun around by her own caught arm. Smashing to the mat on her tits, the brunette grunted in pain as her face slammed into the floor a moment later, leaving a red smear as she pushed up, shaking her head.
Both brunettes were on their knees as they met up in the center of the room. Dee clawing at one of Eve's large tits with one hand while throwing punches at her face. The yelling Eve however returned with a wild flurry of blows with both arms, battering Dee with hits from every side.
Stunned by a straight shot to the temple at the same time that she smashed her forearm back across Dee's jaw, Eve slumped forward limply. Cracking skulls with the equally dazed bikini babe as she likewise collapsed, they fell in opposite directions.
Laying twitching in the center of the once white mat, the brunettes groaned and rolled weakly apart. Eve managed to kick Dee in the tits with no real power, although it did prompt a moan of pain.
Rolling to her front, Eve retched blood onto the mat as her enemy lay on her side, still groaning and massaging her swollen breasts. Pushing up on one elbow, Dee coughed wetly as she glared at Eve with watery eyes, "You stupid fucking cunt! When I butcher that blonde bitch and take my man, I'm gonna watch me killing you on repeat as I fuck him!"
On her hands and knees, Eve's nails scratched marks in the mat as she shook with fury. Bloody spittle flew from her lips as she rounded on the panting Dee and screamed, "That whore is mine to kill!" Stumbling to her feet, she charged the shocked Dee who was still laying on her side.
Dee was skidded back across the mat as Eve kicked her with surprising power. Only narrowly getting her arms up in time to avoid having her tits crushed by the furious Eve’s foot, the bikini babe used the momentum to roll to her front, raising to her knees as the screaming brunette lashed out again with torn fishnet covered legs.
Smashing her foot into Dee's blood streaked arms, Eve knocked the backpedalling brunette to her ass, then drove her heel into the downed woman's nose with a wet crunch. Panting with exertion, she stomped down hard between Dee's spread legs as the bikini babe flopped listlessly to the mat.
Dee was knocked back to consciousness as the snarling Eve knee dropped onto her crotch. Spitting up blood onto her swollen tits, she woke up screaming and clawing.
Eve cried out as Dee's nails dragged across her face. Plugging the bikini babe in the throat, she knocked the woman back as she tried to rise. Mounting the thrashing Dee, Eve traded blows with the woman as she dug her knees into the desperate Gladiatrix’s ribs.
Hammering Eve's hanging tits with both fists, Dee switched back to clawing at her enemy. Wailing in pain as Eve smashed a fist down into her already broken nose, she slashed her nails in a frenzy.
Grinding her palm into Dee's upturned face, Eve grimaced at being bitten as she put pressure on the woman's ruined nose. Ignoring the slashes to her aching chest, she cocked a fist back as she blinded the squirming woman beneath her with bloody fingers.
Blood in her eyes, Dee didn't see the blow coming as Eve slammed a punch down into her throat. Her arms dropping limply to the sides, the once undefeated Gladiatrix rattled out a long coughing breath as she lay at her enemy's mercy.
Wiping sweat and tears from her eyes with a hand dripping with blood anyway, Eve stood tall over her beaten opponent. Running hands through her knotted hair, she looked down at the broken brunette at her feet with eyes half-lidded from exhaustion.
Shyla's "instructions" had been simply put, she wanted Dee to suffer, if Eve even had the mettle to finish her. Scowling at taking orders from the blonde, Eve nonetheless reached down and dug her fingers into her one-time lover's hair.
Dee spewed blood as she was thrown against the wall and kneed in the stomach. Slumping on her enemy, she hyperventilated raggedly as she tried to raise numbed hands. Urine traced down the bikini babes thighs as he was slammed back against the wall by a palm to the forehead. Bloodshot eyes wide with fear, she started to mumble for mercy until Eve smashed a fist into her teeth.
Gripping the drapes with both hands, Eve yelled and smashed her knee into Dee's ruined face as the weeping woman slid down the wall. Stomping down heavily on her doomed enemy's neck, the victorious brunette's knuckles were white as she held onto the bloody curtains, holding herself upright as she relentlessly kicked Dee in the tits and face without cease.
Crushing Dee’s wrist against the wall with a knee as the brunette pled pitifully (whether to be spared or just finally killed was unclear, as her words were little more than sobbed gags), Eve then ground her heel into the downed brunette’s flattened nose until she was quiet. Giving one last stomp to the bikini babe’s split breasts to see in her enemy was even still conscious, the standing Eve rubbed the stinging from her eyes with a bloody hand as she looked down into Dee’s unfocused eyes..
Spitting on the bloody and twitching mess as her feet, Eve reached down and wrapped her arm around Dee's neck. Holding the shuddering brunette from behind and upside down, Eve let out several deep breaths and snarled in the woman's ear, "Mike is mine! And you are in my way," before suddenly twisting hard, snapping Dee's neck with a crack that seemed to echo in the small sealed room.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
Not letting Dee's limp body collapse, Eve switched her grip and twisted the dying brunette's head to the other side with another grinding crunch. Breathing heavily, the victorious Eve threw her opponent to the ground and began stomping her face into a bloody wreck, starting up a scream that didn't end till she nearly collapsed on top of Dee's destroyed remains.
Looping her fingers under Dee's waistband, Eve tugged the dead woman's blood and piss soaked panties off with some difficulty. Standing tall over her kill, Eve planted a foot between Dee's stilled breasts and raised her grim trophy above her head until she saw the victory camera flash.
Stumbling out of the room as one of the hidden doors opened, Eve haggardly made her way to her own changing room. When a nurse followed along to assist her in walking, the brunette Gladiatrix grabbed the woman by the tits, slugged her several times across the face and threw her head first into a wall shrieking she was not to be touched.
The MGE cleanup crew first moved the unconscious and twitching nurse to the venue’s infirmary before dealing with Dee's corpse, following the victor's stated wishes to the letter as to what was to be done with the body.
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Watching the match for the tenth time in a row, Shyla fingered herself to another detonating orgasm. Licking sticky fingers, she leaned back with a big stretch, finally moving her bare ass off the face of the hyperventilating brunette beneath her.
Sammy
Winning Percentage
92%
Outfit
Black panties, matching leggings
Last Match
Two days previous, caged deathmatch, win, chokeout finish, stomping execution
Kills
13
With her hands bound behind her back, Sammy could do nothing but gasp in pain as Shyla shifted back to sitting on her battered breasts instead of her face. The brunette moaned as the pain of having her bruised tits crushed was offset by the cock sliding between her thighs. Shyla’s man having been ordered by the blonde to make the brunette’s punishment at least a little pleasurable, after Shyla had viciously thrashed her in a short fistfight.
It hadn’t been much of a fight, while Sammy was an accomplished boxer, she had been taken down quickly after Shyla tossed her onto a couch and mounted her as she was pushed face first down into the cushions. After beating the defenceless brunette for several minutes, the blonde had thrown her to the floor, and begun stomping on her tits and belly. The fight taken from her so swiftly, it was all Sammy could do to whimper in pain as the blonde did whatever she wanted.
Shyla laughed as the onscreen Eve mangled the dead Dee's face. Reaching down, she gripped Sammy by the scalp and yanked on the terrified woman's hair. Finally looking down into the brunette's fear-filled eyes, she scowled with disgust at the trapped Gladiatrix.
"Have you learned your lesson yet, slut?" Shyla sneered down at her victim. She’d been keeping the brunette under her ass for the better part of an hour, only letting her pull in a few terrified breaths just before the woman passed out. Enjoying the just released video playing on repeat, she tried not to think about just how hard Mike got watching his former wife in deadly combat.
Sammy had been one of Shyla’s mother's favourite mercenary Gladiatrixes, and had killed six fighters purely on Taylor's command. But with Taylor gone, she had been pretty vocal that Shyla had done nothing to earn the respect or use of her mother's fighters. Hence why the blonde had invited the woman upstairs for the night.
Sammy coughed wetly before screaming out, "Yes! Oh Goddess yes! I'll tell the bitches you're in charge!" She groaned and rolled her eyes as Mike drove deeply into her. She'd come here tonight to beat Shyla to a bloody pulp and take Mike for herself, but this wasn't what she'd had in mind when she imagined fucking him.
Shyla laughed shrilly and bounced happily on the brunette's aching chest. "There's a good girl!" Wiping a tear of joy away as she twisted around to face her man, the blonde slid down the bruised body of her enemy. As Sammy coughed and shuddered beneath her, Shyla ran her hands over the woman's crotch, and up Mike's stomach, digging the fingers of one hand into the brunette's small patch of pubic hair.
Cooing at Mike, the blonde rubbed her sensitive pussy on Sammy's stomach as she slowly pushed her man out of the brunette, knowing from experience that he was only a few thrusts from cumming. "You know what's annoying about blowjobs, honey?" She spoke just loud enough that Mike could hear her over Sammy's pained sobs. Continuing the sudden tangent, she locked eyes with her man, "Is how even a single hair in my mouth will get shoved right to the back of my throat." She shook her head laughing then suddenly snarled and tugged as hard as she could on the short dark hairs in her hand.
Sammy screamed in agony as her crotch hairs were ripped from her, once again hyperventilating, she coughed as Shyla's palm mashed down on her open mouth. Hauled forward, the brunette could do nothing but gag on her own shorthairs as the sadistic blonde rammed her head down on Mike's steeled member. Shyla whispering in her ear, “They’ll get the message when your corpse is found in the bay, cunt.”
Erupting as he was shoved to the back of the hot brunette's throat, Mike counted himself lucky that she didn't bite down in reflex as Shyla hauled her choking off his spurting cock. Shyla had invited Sammy up to her penthouse mansion not to teach her a lesson, but to teach one to every other Gladiatrix that fought for her mother at some point. There was a new queen bitch, and she demanded servitude in more than rent money.
Throwing the choking Sammy to the ground as her cheeks went purple, Shyla calmly stood up and walked away from the brunette. Setting the video to restart, she squealed with delight as a package slid into the room near the main door through a private delivery flap. An express delivery by it's markings.
As Sammy slowly spasmed on the ground, drooling as her eyes rolled up into her head, Shyla tore the packaging away from her delivery. Laughing darkly, she pulled the grisly gift out of it's box. An acid-polished skull, it's front crushed in, with a pair of black bikini bottoms stuffed between broken teeth.
Holding Dee’s broken skull aloft, Shyla laughed hysterically, placing one foot on the dying Sammy's swollen tits. Mike just watched as his blonde lover excitedly ran her fingers over every crack as she watched the two brunettes on screen face off once again.
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Having not been to the infirmary, it was several hours before Eve left "The White Room'"s back entrance. Tears streaking her makeup even before she hit the rain outside, the brunette wore a black coat over her fighting attire. Once, she would have had the short jacket open to show as much cleavage as possible, but right now she had it done up as far as it would go.
Walking through an actual downpour in only a short coat and fishnets, she still didn't hurry on her way to the road. Without Mike to celebrate with, she had nowhere to be with any haste.
Just as she flagged down an autocab upon hitting the edge of the sidewalk, Eve was taken aback when a swank limo screeched up to the curb as well with a splash. Smashing the autocab from behind without taking a dent of damage itself as it totalled the tiny robot car.
The door popping open in front of her, Eve was kicked into the limo from behind by one of the few women walking by. Nearly smoking her head on the doorframe, the brunette was sent sprawling as the door slammed shut and the limo took off with a screech.
"Thanks for coming to see me, Evelyn. Why don’t you pour yourself a drink, and sit the fuck down."
Blair
Winning Percentage
95%
Outfit
Leopard-print panties, black garterns with leggings.
Last Match
Eight weeks previous, best two of three wrestling match, win, titsmother KO, ass smothering finishing KO
Kills
58
Sitting at the far end of the plush limo was one of the last women Eve would want to see. Wearing her typical fighting gear, and drinking a clear liquid from a tall glass, the auburn haired veteran Gladiatrix Blair had a warm smile that did not reach her cold as ice eyes. The jug sitting beside her on a silver tray showed that she was drinking straight moonshine. The jug’s label was merely a big XXX with a rough image of a blonde in red fishnets fingering herself to orgasm atop the blocky lettering.
Eve didn't pour herself a drink, merely pulling her opened jacket closed over aching breasts and took a seat opposite the woman. While she'd never had any problem with Blair (watching the woman's fights had made her want to be a Gladiatrix in the first place), she was acutely aware that she had personally killed the veteran's top student Summer, and tried to do the same to the woman's daughter.
Downing the last mouthful of liquor without reacting, Blair leaned forward and snarled at the wide-eyed Eve. "Your man is now fucking that bitch who's house my daughter vanished from. So tell me, my dear Eve, What do you know about my Emily's death?" Sitting back expectantly, the veteran’s cold eyes bored into Eve as she poured herself another full glass of XXX ‘shine.
The limo drove off through the night as rain poured down, slashing like a knife through the growing lake of water. If Blair didn't like what Eve had to say, it wouldn't be the first time the vehicle had tossed a limp, broken carcass out the door while rounding a corner.
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