League Story (My ex and I fight to the death)

**helloimmred** · June 8th, 2008, 05:16 PM

We stared at each other from across the ring. We both knew why we were here, and freely accepted the chances and consequences.
After our fight, but before this:
I hear the cold voice of Eva on the phone,"I've heard about this special underground fight club. You can have any kind of fight there you want. After our fight a couple months ago... I want... I want to kill you. No, not kill you, but beat you to death with my own hands. I want to see your body laying lifeless in front of me, knowing that I did it."
Wow, this definitely caught me off guard. "Huh.... What?"
"I don't need to repeat myself. I want to fight you to the death."
I was blown away. After our fight, I nursed Eva back to where she could barely manage for herself and left. We hadn't talked since then.
I Felt a little ping of fear in my stomach after hearing her cold and hard voice. I was speechless.
"Uh... hmmmm... That's strange. We would be in another fist fight? Then whoever wins gets to kill the other? Until death?..."
"That's right. I'm going to beat you and beat you until I know you're dead, then I'm going to beat your dead body some more. I hate you."
It sounded like she spit out those last words.
Being the confident guy I am, I decided that there was no way she could beat me.
"OK... I guess I'll do it."
She gave me the date of the fight, directions to the arena, and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.
Wow, I thought, that was crazy.
Back to now:
God she looked hot. Her 5'7 frame was in a shiny, sparkly blue sports-bra that showed her flat abs, and some short matching bikini briefs. Here brown hair was pulled up on top of her head. Her olive skin was tanned and toned. She looked like she'd been preparing for this fight since we talked.
I on the other hand had just come off a heavy drinking night with my mates, and didn't do anything special to prepare for this fight. I didn't think I needed to.
I was in a pair of blue, smooth cotton training pants.
We were staring at each other from across the ring, waiting for the bell to sound so we could start the fight.
The crowd was in full force that night, the people loving mixed fights, loving relationship fights, and loving fights to the death. They were getting their money's worth tonight. Almost all of the crowd was supporting Eva, wanting to see her kill me with her bare hands. Although there were a few supporting me that wanted to see me let out some of the blood in her body. Eva had a lot of girl friends from school and work in the audience, and also her current boyfriend, a sleek Italian looking bloke who brought along a few of his mates. I on the other hand didn't invite anyone, thinking that it was a lose-lose situation. If you kick a hot girls ass so bad that you kill her, you're not the most popular person. And if you get you ass beat to death by a girl, you might die of embarrassment before she took your life.
The bell rung, and we approached each other from our corners. I came out with my fists high ready to box, and she came out in a kickboxing style, with her fists raised high. She was dancing around me circling, and we were both feeling each other out to see where an opening was. She threw a couple jabs to my face, then unloaded with a powerful side kick to the outside of my left thigh. It hurt. She danced back off, her eyes shooting daggers into mine, and I started to get more concerned about this fight. One of us was actually going to die.
I leaped towards her so I could start punching her in the face, but she leaped with me, and when I landed, she shot another powerful kick to the same thigh. Ouch! I reached down to rub where she had kicked, and caught a powerful right cross to the side of the head. I stumbled back, and she followed, stalking me. When I took my hand away from my already reddening thigh, she unloaded with another kick to the same part. I was fed up with it though, and when her body was turned, connecting with my thigh, I let loose a devastating right cross that hit her right in the cheek. Her neck snapped back, and she stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. She brought her hand up to rub her face as I took a moment to recover. She looked me in the eyes, and I could see the hate set deeper.
The crowd was booing now after my first strike. Her Italian boyfriend was rushing the ring yelling, but being held back by security. Eva's friends and colleagues all had their jaws dropped, but also a look of curiosity on their face.
Of course at work, Eva was the hottest item there. All the men wanted a chance to be with her, and all the women were jealous of her good looks.
Smack! Another foot to the thigh as I was day dreaming. I stumbled back into the ropes, bounced off, and launched myself in a flying body press. I took Eva off her feet, and landed on her chest. I quickly got to my knees trapping her arms and started to unload punches into her face and chest. I got about 10 hits in before she somehow knocked me over and twisted the position with her on top. She punched me in the face five times before I could throw her off.
We were both a bit slow to get up, and glancing at Eva's face, the first small trickle of blood was escaping from her nose. I rubbed my hand over my face and noticed a smear of blood also. That was a mistake. I should have never taken my eyes off Eva. In the moment I glanced down, she came forward and kicked me hard in the stomach, pushing my back hard against the ropes. On my way back, she grabbed my arm and swung me full strength into the other ropes. I bounced off, and she was waiting with another heel to the stomach. I bent over in pain, and Eva shot out a knee that connected with my nose sending a spray of blood across the ring, and my head shooting back. She then shot lightning fast kicks into both of my sides until my back was against the ropes again.
I pushed my weight back into the ropes, then came off them with an uppercut to her solar plexus, dropping her to her knees in front of me, breathless. It was time to pay her back, and I shot a knee to the middle of her face crunching her nose and joining her blood with mine on the mat. I went over and picked her up by the hair, then collapsed in a heap of pain as she grabbed my crotch with both hands and started squeezing. There was a sickening look of hate on her face as she continued to squeeze my balls and dick. I started giving her dead-arms from my back, hoping she would release the painful grip. It took four hits and her arm starting to turn purple before she let go and rubbed her arm. I laid there in a state of pain I'd never been in before and quickly reassessed the fight. It wasn't going good.
We both started to get up, and Eva managed to get to her feet first. nearly up, Eva unloaded with another devastating kick to my left thigh. I collapsed back to the mat, and she jumped up and came down with both of her bony knees on my back. I arched awkwardly, and grunt out in pain. She got up and started to stomp my body all over, but concentrated mostly on my back and kidneys. She then jumped up and landed with her butt on my lower back with a thump! She wrapped her arms around my throat, leaned back, and pulled with all her strength.
"Ahhhhgg!" I tried to yell at this unhealthy angle where I was forced to look at the crowd in the front row. They all had smiles on their faces, and were obviously enjoying the pain I was going through.
"Pull harder Eva!" Her friend Patricia yelled
"Break his back!" Her well proportioned friend Susan screamed.
They were obviously starting to get turned on by this, and wanted a lot more.
Eva was pulling back further and further, putting her back muscles into it, causing more and more pain. The blood from my nose was running past her hands. If she wanted to at that point, she could have continued to pull back until my muscles were tired and snapped my back in two, killing me, but she eased off the pressure, and slid her arms further under my throat and started to choke me. I grabbed at her arms and scratched them up and down, but she didn't let go. I was thrashing around on the mat, my face turning red, but she kept up the pressure.
I couldn't see, but a wicked grin cam across her face as she realized that this was the second time she had the opportunity to kill me in this fight if she just kept up the pressure and choked me to death.
My face was turning blue from lack of air, and let my head fall unceremoniously to the mat. Air rushed back into my lungs, but I was dazed. She slid back and pulled down my trousers, exposing just my ass and the back side of my balls.
She pulled my penis back in between my legs, pulled her arm back, and connected with my balls with her fist. I've been hit in the balls before, but this pain was much more intense. She pulled back again and this time hit my dick, squashing it into the floor. I let out yelps of pain each time she hit me in the balls or dick.
With a smile on her face, "I guess you're not as tough as you thought, big guy. Letting a girl beat the shit out of you. You're pathetic."
To add emphasis, she smashed down even harder on my testicles.
"Ahhh... (smash) Ahhh (smash).... Please... Stop... That hurts so bad."
By the 10th time she punched my balls and dick, they were swollen to twice their normal size. By the 20th time she hit them, blood started seeping out form my dickhole.
"You're lucky I don't make you my bitch you fucking pussy." and to show she could, she took two fingers and jammed them in my exposed asshole. I arched up in new pain as she withdrew her fingers and wiped them on my back.
"You make me sick."
At that, she got off my back, pulled up my pants,picked up by my hair, and threw me hard into the corner chrome post. My back hit with a thud, and I could see her approach with her fists up.
I put up mine in a defensive gesture, trying with all my will to fight back, knowing the stakes of this fight. she approached, and instead of using her fists, she struck with another kick to my left thigh, buckling my leg and almost putting me on my back again. My leg was really hurting now from those kicks. It was purple in some areas, and dark purple in others. I jumped at Eva just to get out of the dangers of the corner, but she locked arms with mine and flipped me on my back in the middle of the ring. I got up quickly though, and put up my fists ready to fight.
Once we were in striking distance, her leg shot out again connecting with my thigh. I momentarily lost the ability to put weight on my leg and crumpled to one knee on the mat. I took advantage of the only thing available to bring pain to her and put all my strength behind a closed fist punch to her pussy. It was a nice feeling to pay her back a little for almost destroying my genitalia. She crumpled to the mat clutching her throbbing vagina. I stuck out my elbow and fell forward, connecting beautifully with her neck. Eva brought her hands to her throat now as her windpipe was crushed. I repeated the move, this time though aiming to connect with her nose. I brought it down hard, and I'm not sure if it broke, but it exploded in blood that ran down her face into her hair. She reacted quick though, and her hands raced to my eyes to get me off her. I rolled away to protect my self, and was surprised to see that both of us were on our feet again. I guess she wasn't hurt as bad as I thought, although her nose was bleeding pretty bad, dripping off her face and soaking into her blue sports bra staining it. I wasn't even fairing that well, with blood flowing from my nose and mouth, making small streams that went down my chest and absorbing into my trousers. I was limping around the ring, putting full weight on my left leg now was not an option.
This was the first time I really had to observe the crowd again. It was quite a scene! Not only were people yelling and shouting us both on, there were scuffles sporadically through the arena. People who were supporting me fighting against supporters of Eva. She still had more support, but with the drugs kicking in, more and more were getting turned on by the lady violence in the ring.
Near the ring, I heard Susan, Eva's best friend shouting for me to hurt Eva. "Kill her! Finish the job you did on her nose! Break her bon-umph!" Out of no where, Eva's new boyfriend's fist struck the side of Susan's face. He grabbed her red hair, then pulled violently down and started slamming her forehead into the metal guardrail in front of them. It wasn't long before gashes were all over her face, and blood everywhere. He stopped slamming her head into the railing, pulled her by the hair around to face him, and started sending knees to the middle of her pretty face. All there friends nearby were getting her blood splashed on them and were watching and shouting for the Italian to continue to beat Susan, even her friends. After about 20 knees, Susan's face was a mask of blood, her nose broken, eyes swollen shut, jaw broken, teeth missing, facial bones broke into small fragments, and almost dead. He again pulled her by the hair and headed towards the ring. The security let him pass sensing they were about to get an extra show.
Eva and I were sparring, feeling each other out when we saw him get closer to the ring, and both paused, absorbing the sight of the once beautiful redhead with now an almost unrecognizable face.
Before I could react, Eva turned to me and heel kicked me in the same spot on my thigh. I immediately crashed down to the mat, not being able to stand any more. She then walked over and helped her boyfriend to pull Susan into the ring.
"So you wanted to see him beat me, did you Suz? Well, then I guess you deserve what's coming."
Her boyfriend stood on the outside of the ropes on the canvas, and pulled both Susan's arms over the top rope, trapping her in the corner with the venomous Eva waiting, stalking her. She approached her helpless victim, and when she was in striking distance, shot a knee forward into her friend's stomach, sending a spray of blood from Susan's mouth to Eva's face.
Eva hugged the shoulders of Susan looking her straight in the eyes, and brought her knee again into the red head's stomach sending another spray of blood into her own face. Eva's face and front was soaked in the blood of Susan as she continued to deliver knee after knee to her tender belly. By the tenth strike, Susan's belly was completely red and purple. By the 15th shot, Susan was puking up dark red, almost black blood and worse.
I looked on in horror, praying that it wouldn't be me in similar circumstances later on in the match. I wasn't in the best shape though, barely being able to even stand on my left leg. I struggled up with the assistance of the ropes, as Eva continued to knee her already dead friend in the stomach. I limped/hopped over to the back of Eva, and had a good idea that if I took out her right knee, she wouldn't be able to kick my leg anymore. I hid from everyone behind her, lining up all my body weight to come crashing down through my feet on her right knee. I jumped up as high as I could, and landed on the side of her right knee, hyper-extending it inward, sending her straight to the mat yelling in pain. Her new boyfriend drop the dead Susan's arms and tried to come through the ropes, but security grabbed him first, and took the dead friend of Eva back to the stands for the anyone in the audience to have fun with her dead body before it was thrown in a dumpster out back.
I held onto the ropes for support, and stomped down as many times as I could on her damaged knee. It was starting to swell, and turn red. I should have payed attention to both legs though, because when she shot her left leg into my already damaged crotch, I collapsed in pain.
Eva was able to get up first with assistance form the ropes and limped over to fallen body. She roughly pulled me by the hair closer to the ropes so she could lean on the for assistance, then proceeded to stomp down on my body where ever my hands weren't there to protect. I could see her through the beating she was giving me, and I was shocked to notice how attracted to her I was at that moment. She looked so hot in her skimpy tight outfit. And it sucked that it was me, but it was so erotic to think that she was dominating anyone as bad as she was me. The thought aroused me, even though I was in considerable pain.
I noticed the pain stopped for a minute.
"What the fuck is that? Are you seriously getting turned on by this? I always knew you were a pervert. Why did I waste so much of my life with you?"
She roughly pulled down and off my pants, and I lay naked there in the ring sporting a boner that was almost twice as big from the beating it received earlier. She threw my trousers out of the ring and looked down at my broken body. My front side from the chest up was covered in my own blood and hers. My right leg was disgustingly swollen and purple. I didn't have much time to think about how embarrassing it was before she grabbed my ankle, and twisted it between two of the ropes, effectively trapping it. She went over to the friend section, and picked out Sara, a girl that I had always had a crush on. Every time she would come over to our house, I would be dumbfounded by her beauty and charm. The feeling was mutual, because after Eva and I split up, she called me all the time to see how I was doing and go out. We eventually slept together, and had a great time every time we went out.
Anyway, she picked Sara out of the audience, and asked her to come to the ring. Sara jumped at the chance and ran to the ring and slid in.
The two girls looked at each other and Eva spoke first.
"I know you two have been sleeping toge-"
"Who gives a fuck? What do you want me to do. Let's fucking kill this guy."
"Grab his other leg and pull back as hard as you can."
Sara walked over to me and we made a eye contact.
"How pathetic" is all she said to me before spitting in my face and grabbing my leg with both arms. She then did as told and pulled my leg in the other direction as hard as she could.
"AAghhh" I screamed in pain as I realized what the wishbone on a turkey felt like. She was pulling back further and further until I was almost in the splits position.
Eva limped over to me and made sure we looked into each other's eyes and took a step back, leaned on the ropes for support, brought her leg back, and smashed her foot into my swollen balls.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" was all that came from my mouth. It was the worst pain I'd ever experienced in my life. It wasn't to end though as she brought her foot back and connected perfectly with my balls again.
She said with a straight forward face, "You're never going to use these again, so what does it matter if we destroy them?"
I passed out in pain from the position of my legs and the repeated leg kicks.
Sara asked, "Should we get some smelling salts Eva?"
"No, not yet. He'll either wake up when his nuts are exploded, or he'll wake up after when he has no balls. I'm ok with it either way." Some couldn't believe the cool and calculated way that she was talking. She still seemed so calm and unemotional.
But after being distracted by Eva, she continued at the task at hand of ruining my manhood. I wasn't conscience, but by the ninth kick, my sack split open and started to leak clear fluid mixed with blood. Eva was staring at it, and when she kicked again, the rip split wider, leaking more. She punted in the same spot again, and she could see one of my testicles resting against the tear. She continued to kick the same area until one testicle came out, then shortly after the other. She leaned down and positioned them very close together, stood back up, then dropped all her body weight through her knee to where my baby makers lay. It didn't take much for them to be crushed by her knee.
"Yes!" yelled Sara
I woke up screaming, having an odd sensation that no man should have. I looked down around her knee and saw the clear gooie jelly-like substance, and looked at my now bleeding empty sack. I looked at her, and her face was cold, showing no emotion.
"I guess you won't be needing this also" She said, and wrapped her hands firmly around the base of my dick. She squeezed as hard as she could, then started to pull back as she stood up. I screamed again, as my dick was the longest it had ever been. This was an ironic thought that passed through my head about always wanting a longer dick. Be careful what you wish for!
She was straining now, and my dick was getting even longer before I noticed a small rip around the hilt. It became bigger and bigger, and tore faster and faster. Eva almost fell over when it finally came off. She had it in her hands, with stringy like connections still attached to my convulsing profusely bleeding body.
She tossed it into the audience, and yelled that she didn't want me to bleed to death, because she still owed me more.
Being the arena, a burning hot sodding iron fell from above and landed near her. she picked it up and limped fastly over to my passed out dying body, and stuck it into my missing genital area. It burned so fast that it cleanly stopped the bleeding. There were just fresh scab wounds where my dick and balls use to be.
"Go back to your seat Sara, and thanks for your help."
Sara let go of my leg and leapt over to give Eva a quick kiss on the cheek before returning to her seat, high-fiving all her friends. We need a way to keep him awake during all this too she yelled towards the ceiling.
A devise fell from above, and she bent t over to pick it up. It had a strap to go around my head, with cups that fit under my nostrils that contained VERY strong smelling salts. She limped over to my dickless body and strapped it around my head. I woke immediately, as she yanked me up by the hair. I looked down and saw through my pain that I didn't have a cock anymore. The only thing I could do was start to cry. I wasn't a man anymore, and I was about to be killed by my ex-girlfriend.
She grabbed my arm and swung me into the corner. She limped over to me and grabbed me by the throat with both hands.
"Do you still think you're so much tougher than me? Do you still think that you're going to kick my ass?"
I couldn't respond, with her hands around my throat, I just cried. She kept her eyes staring into mine as she continued to choke me. My face was turning red. She let go and positioned herself as she did earlier with Susan, but she kept her head close mine, her mouth by my ear.
"Do you think I can't still hurt your leg?" She whispered.
Getting no response from me, she pulled her leg back and slammed it against my bad leg. She was hugging me with her arms around the corner, so I didn't fall down. I couldn't have stood on my own.
"You realize you deserve this, right?" as she banged into my leg again.
I would have passed out, but the strong smelling salts kept me awake through all the pain.
"I wish I could continue this forever." She continued to whisper, "I hate you so much."
She kept murmuring as she unceasingly smashed her knee into my leg.
"I want to hear the snap of you leg as I break it"
It wasn't long before that happened. On a particularly vicious knee, my leg bent where it shouldn't bend, and there was a loud snap that everyone in the Arena heard as my leg snapped in two.
She then grabbed my arm and swung me towards the other corner. It must have been funny when I took my second step, because when I stop weight on my broken leg, I fell right over. On the ground, you could see one side of the bone pushing against the skin. I was in such pain, death would be a great escape, and I prayed that it would come soon.
Eva stumbled over to my broken dying body, and looked down at me. Maybe she was thinking how she wanted to kill me.
She bent down and flipped me over on my stomach, and sat down on my lower back. She leaned forward and wrapped her hands around my chin and pulled up. She kept her elbows on my back so it was just my neck that was bending. She pulled her head closer and spoke in a cold heartless way:
"This is it. I'm going to kill you. I fucking hate you so much, and I want you to look in my eyes as break you neck and take your life. I want me to be the last thing you see and know that I killed you because I hate you and you deserve to die. You were pathetic in this fight, you were always a pussy. Goodbye, I'm not going to miss you."
She began to pull back on my neck, and bent over so that we had forced eye contact the whole time she pulled back. It got to the point where she couldn't pull back any more, and so she leaned back and pulled harder, straining her neck. The entire time though she had our eyes locked, and after two minutes of pulling, there was a loud snap and my neck bent back at an angle not meant for the living. Eva always remembered and cherished the sound of my neck breaking and the look in my eyes while I went from living to dead. It always put a smile on her face.
After she had killed me, she spent another half hour in the ring, desecrating my body. She grabbed my dead hands and pulled then behind my back. she kept pulling and pulling until she heard two more cracks, my shoulders dislocating. She also broke both of the arms on my already dead body.
The fight was over, and it turned out to be not only deadly in the ring, but in the crowd, 50 others had died in their own fights. Overall it was a good night in the league. All the body's were thrown in dumpsters out back.

**MikeJV** · June 8th, 2008, 06:39 PM

COOL, Great fight, and a great sequel. Sorry you lost, but still a great show! *laughs at your corpse* lol

Seriously though, great story, thanks.

MikeJV