The Club- Slayer of Blondes

**mcgoll** · September 29th, 2014, 01:40 AM

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.

Murderer is a bit of a relative term within the confines of The Club. Each member having to win a death match just to join. The term is therefore reserved only for those members that refuse to participate in regular matches, instead fighting ONLY to the death.

The Combatants:

Fran- A murderer and proud of it. Fran has a very specific focus when it comes to combat, she kills blondes, frequently and with the greatest brutality. Hardly a fair fighter she responds to no death challenges, instead challenging new fighters only. Challenging the blonde Carolyn seconds after she joined the roster, Fran had to merely wait a month before receiving a response.
Fun Fact: All of Fran's challenges are made in an "any time, any place" format, allowing those challenged to choose the venue of their death.

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Carolyn- Since joining the Club Carolyn has quickly become a popular fighter, with a dozen fights in her first month (only two losses). Originally wanting to take Fran up on her challenge the day after joining she was instead warned off by a pair of veteran blondes (whom Fran refuses to challenge or accept challenges from) and started training to fight the murderous brunette. Watching tapes of Fran's previous fights she has chosen a venue specifically suited to her weaknesses.
Fun Fact: Carolyn makes a point to wear at least one piece of clothing taken from her last defeated opponent (resizing them first, if need be). Today she wears the pink thong taken from a redhead she smothered unconscious in a Brothel fight.

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As with all of Fran's fights the crowd was a big one. So filled was the seating around the ring that many women were forced to sit in (or kneel in front of) their lover's laps.

The ring itself was a standard square affair, twenty five feet across with turnbuckles coloured red and blue for starting points. The only thing that made this particular ring different from some of the others owned by the Club was that it only allowed boxing.

Fran entered first, wearing a shiny purple robe that ended just past her perfect ass. Thunderous applause met her, despite none of the blondes in the crowd lifting a hand in her favour. A pair of busty brunette twins held the ropes open for her to enter, pulling off the robe as she stepped past to stand in her corner. Resting against the red turnbuckle, thrusting her chest out, she waited.

Carolyn walked in to greater applause, while she had the blondes solidarity the brunettes in the crowd had no such affection for Fran and many cheered Carolyn on as well. Wearing a pink robe equally short as Fran's, she approached two blondes that held apart the ropes for her (the two veterans that trained her, Fran was the only thing keeping them from fulfilling an old grudge with one another). Unlike Fran, Carolyn entered the ring with her robe on before twirling around, removing it and throwing it into the nearest seats flawlessly. Proud in her pink thong she stepped to her own blue corner.

As the ref recited the rules of the ring (no outside weapons, no biting, gloves on till the first knockout) as well as gave highlights on each fighter's combat history, Fran and Carolyn both had their gloves put on by their assistants, one of the twins for Fran and a blonde with pigtails for Carolyn.

Every non-fighter stepped out as Fran and Carolyn advanced on each other. Tapping gloves they had time for one last chat before the bell.

Fran smiled, almost friendly, "Can't wait to get these gloves off and my hands on you, blondie." Fran didn't like fist fights, preferring to grapple her opponents before strangling them for the finish.

Carolyn returned the smile, "Not a chance, bitch. This is your last fight." From watching Fran's old fights Carolyn had quickly noticed that the brunette was a poor fist fighter, using her nails and grappling skills first and foremost in combat.

The warning buzzer sounded and both fighters retreated to their corners. Thirty seconds passed before the starting bell rang and the fight was on.

Both fighters advanced to the center again, this time gloves upraised. They circled for a few seconds before Fran made the first move. With a scream of rage she swung out at the hated blonde with a wild right.

Much to the crowds surprise (and more so, Fran's) Carolyn raised her left arm, stopping the swing dead, before responding in kind with a powerful right uppercut. Her pink glove rocketing up under the shocked brunette's jaw and throwing her off balance.

Fran stumbled back, dazed and tasting blood. She blinked away the stars just in time to see the pink glove flying towards her. She threw her head back but still felt it graze her chin.

Carolyn advanced quickly, throwing rapid right after left. She had hoped to lay Fran low with a one-two combo but maybe softening the brunette up was a good idea too. Although not wanting to get too cocky she was definitely enjoying working over Fran's smaller tits in between blows to the face.

Fran was backed into her turnbuckle by the flurry of blows, none were as powerful as that first uppercut but they weren't exactly love taps either. As soon as her back hit the turnbuckle she started to realise that this fight was different from her others. Feeling pure fury at having been tricked by this blonde whore she lashed out with her elbow.

Carolyn, giddy at how effective this tactic was, stepped up closer to hammer more blows into her opponent. Stepping right into the wild elbow that bashed into her forehead.

Fran's elbow stung like a bitch but she ignored it, now it was her turn to advance on a stunned opponent. While she didn't have the trained finesse Carolyn had so quickly acquired she didn't lack in power. Her purple gloves slamming repeatedly into the blonde's beautiful face.

Carolyn put her gloves up, blocking the face shots but having to withstand stinging blows to her tits instead.

Fran worked over those pale, perky boobs with all the strength she had. Understanding how Carolyn had gotten two veteran fighters to be her ring girls (Fran's twins weren't even members, only allowed in because she sponsored them) she decided that maybe it was time for her to accept their challenges. Teach the Club blondes that she wasn't afraid of a real fight. So absorbed in thinking about revenge was she she didn't noticed Carolyn stop back-pedalling and regain her combat stance.

Carolyn once again deflected a blow only to respond with a powerful counter blow. A right hook that actually spun the brunette right around, an arc of blood making a neat half-circle. Fran fell to her knees, back to the blonde, head lolling about dazedly.

The brunette twins screamed for Fran to get back up, their free ride to be in the building would die with their sponsor.

As the knock-out buzzer rang, Carolyn slowly raised a bloody glove to her mouth and undid the tether. Letting the glove fall to the mat she undid the second with her free hand and threw the glove to the ref.

Caroline placed one hand on the sitting brunette's head and slowly walked around to face her. Gripping the back of Fran's head she brought her knee up and Fran's face down. Blood sprayed out as the brunette's nose practically exploded.

Three more such knees to the face and Carolyn let go, letting the broken woman fall onto her back in the center of the ring. Over the screamed protestations of the twins outside the ring the blonde bombshell stepped forward and drove a heel into Fran's throat. The resulting crunch and gurgle gave her a sadistic glee.

As the death buzzer sounded a scuffle started outside the ring. Carolyn's blonde ring girls attacked the twins from behind. The identical brunette's wore matching silver dresses with plunging neck lines, these were immediately pulled down, baring the massive tits and making it all but impossible for the twins to escape.

The ref and victory photographer ignored this (non-members barely counted as people within the building) and entered the ring together. Carolyn's victory photo showed her proudly standing over her destroyed rival. One hand on her hip, the other flexing victoriously.

In the background of the photo one twin could be seen, her throat pressed against the bottom rope by the pig-tailed blonde. The other blonde stood with her back to the camera, arm upraised. Out of frame she had the remaining twin on her knees and was pounding her face in.

Carolyn stripped the purple panties off the body, smiling to herself that she probably wouldn't have to resize them before her next fight. She walked right past the dying twins on her way out, to thunderous applause.

**mcgoll** · September 29th, 2014, 02:14 AM

Epilogue
Two nights after her momentous victory over Fran, Carolyn found herself standing in the crowds of a related fight. The grudge match between her two mentors. Stacy (with trademark pig-tails) and Tylene (who taught her to always go for the most debilitating attacks possible).

Carolyn cheered them both on equally, unable and unwilling to choose sides when it came to the women who most likely saved her life (and moulded her into a truly dangerous fighter).

After having watched them take down those brunette twins in unison (Carolyn found that the video made of her fight with Fran continued well after she left the arena, as the camera focused on the side fight. It ended only after the twins were dead, dragged up into the ring, and left in a pile on top of Fran) Carolyn had hoped their old grudges were past them. This hope was immediately dashed when she saw the ferocity that they attacked one another. Whatever old hatred they had for one another could not be dismissed with a single partner fight.

The fight was not especially long, although it went back and forth a few times. Eventually Tylene gained the upper hand and after some difficulty forced her pussy over Stacy's face. Using Stacy's own pig-tails as handlebars she rode the smaller blonde into unconsciousness.

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Carolyn nervously applauded for Tylene even as the victorious blonde reached back and pussy tortured her other teacher. By the time Tylene rode herself to orgasm while choking the life from her opponent Carolyn was cheering as hard as the next woman.