The Club-Rise and Fall (Part 5)

[mcgoll]

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.

The Fighters


Darcie: The Club's new brunette terror, for the past few months Darcie has been making a name for herself, fighting infrequently, but effectively. Recently becoming mistress to her old boss, Jack, the brunette has been training relentlessly in preparation for her eventual showdown with Jack's girlfriend, veteran Member Blair. Knowing that every time she sleeps with Jack is another chance for Blair to ambush her, Darcie has taken the initiative and challenged her rival to a deathmatch.
Fun Fact: By chance rather than intention, all of Darcie's deathmatches have been against blonde opponents. Two in private, five in crowd-filled matches. Earning her the unnofficial Club title of "Slayer of Blondes."


Blair: A multi-year veteran, Blair's known kills rank in the dozens. She is both excited and annoyed by Darcie's challenge. The younger woman seems like a worthy opponent, and has been training hard. But Blair had hoped Darcie would be more patient, Jack always has mistresses, and in this case she knew exactly who it was. The veteran hoped Darcie would wait to become a truly legendary opponent before facing her.
Fun Fact: Due to an early and secret investment, Blair is the owner of a highly profitable videogame series based on the Club's many fighters. With her character's subtly faster reaction times, most online tournaments end with a Blair winning.

Darcie had been waiting for this moment for over a year. As soon as Blair first started dating her former boss, Darcie knew she'd one day have to face off against the intimidating auburn-haired fighter. Now, waiting in her prep room, she stretched while watching some of Blair's recent matches for the thousandth time.

As the challenger, Darcie would enter first, she waited for her entrance buzzer. When it sounded she took one final big breath before strutting out into her chosen venue. Not giving Blair a choice, she herself chose the largest boxing ring available.

Darcie's entrance was ruined as soon as she got a look at what she was entering and stopped in her tracks. This venue could hold over a thousand audience members, instead there were barely forty. Furthermore, Blair was already in the ring, standing hands on hips and grinning with a feral gleam in her eye.

Blair had split the cost of all those seats with the Brothel Madam, selling only a few of them to the Madam's inner circle and their various lovers. While there would still be a referee and cameras, Blair wanted this to be as close to a private match as possible.

When Darcie, with some apprehension, had entered the ring, the referee entered after her and stood ring center. Darcie joined the black and white wearing woman a second later, shoving her out of the way to get a direct view of Blair. "What's this shit then? Where are all the fucking people?"

Blair stood proudly, bare chest thrust out in opposition to Darcie's, which was still covered by a black bra. "No tricks, I'll be earning enough off your sorry corpse to pay for all these seats and then some." She motioned off towards the small, spread out crowd, "And now we both get what we want, you get a fair fight in front of a crowd, and I get to fucking murder you, practically in private." The busty brunette then grinned over at her sitting man, "It's just too bad Jack's not allowed in the ring, it's gonna be hard to kill you slow with him waiting fo me to finish."

"Bitch, I'll finish you!" Darcie spat, befoer being pushed back by the ref, who wanted to get things started. The challenger let herself be guided back to her corner as Blair happily returned to her own.

The Fight

The ref held up her hand in the center of the ring. When it dropped, the battle would begin. She had no need to go over rules as they;d always been agreed upon, this was going to be a a standard fistfight to the finish. Aside from their heeled shoes, no outside weapons were permitted.

Those in the audience either laughed or booed when the ref, instead of lowering her raised hand, lowered the other. Slipping her free hand up under he short black skirt, the brunette ref moaned as she worked it back and forth. Taking a few wobbly steps back she finally dropped her hand.

The rival brunettes charged, smashing into one another feet from the excitedly masturbating referee. Both drawing up short, the grabbed at one another. Locking fingers on one side, Darcie got her wrist grabbed on the other.

Blair, being the larger of the two women, pushed Darcie back as she rammed her bare breasts into her smaller opponent's covered chest. Holding Darcie's wrist up high, Blair got the first real blow in as she drove her elbow down, bruising it on the challengers forehead.

Taking the hit in stride, Darcie retaliated with a rapid fast right hook, tearing her arm free from the surprised Blair's grasp. Freeing her other hand, Darcie pushed forward, sending left after right directly into the most obvious target, Blair's heaving tits.

Backpedalling, Blair tried to get her arms up defensively. She did eventually block a strike, but not before a dozen others had hit her full force. Gripping Darcie's wrist again as it flashed forward, Blair ripped her forward with a savage yell.

Darcie was thrown off balance, falling forward she was immediatly stopped by a knee to her own chest. Her bra (it had a small amount of padding that was meant to dampen any chest shots. Legal, but seen as cowardly) snapped from the force of the blow, it's padding probably preventing some major damage.

Darcie hit the ground rolling, swinging her leg out in a sweep that smashed her pointed toe right into Blair's thigh. As the bigger brunette stumbled to the side, Darcie rolled to her knees and pushed herself up, getting distance before turning around.

Blair didn't hesitate, as soon as Darcie back was tunred she skipped forward, even on her suddenly aching leg. As the smaller woman turned, Blair lashed out, kicking her injured leg out in a snap kick. Her heel dug across Darcie's jaw, drawing blood and a prompt scream of fear and pain.

The audience cheered on their favourite as Darcie fell heavily against the ring edge, held up by one arm over the top ropes. A moment later her body shuddered as Blair savagely kicked her again, this time a more solid blow, right in the ribs.

One arm on her bleeding jaw, the other gripping her sides, Darcie fell to the floor. A stomp to the chest knocked her to her back. Out of desperation, she lashed out at Blair's next vicious stomp, luckily grabbing the standing woman's shoe just below the heel as it raised up above her.

Blair shrieked as her foot was harshly twisted sideways. She fell to her knee right in front of the downed Darcie, only to have her wide open crotch crushed by a solidly swung elbow. As she intinctively fell foward, her long hair was grabbed in a death-clutch by the screaming woman beneath her.

Darcie held on tight, screaming utter hatred as she drove her fist upwards into Blair's face. Laying on her back, she didn;t get much momentum, but got in two good shots before similarly having her own hair gripped and her head wrenched from side to side.

Blair used both hands as she ripped out dark hair, whipping the screaming brunette back and forth. Letting go with one hand, she drove it into Darcie's bleeding side, taking several weak shots to the chin and one to the eye in return fro several powerful hits to the younger woman's ribcage.

Letting go as one, Blair flung herself back across the ring, ending up on her back, gasping for breath. Darcie was in a similar situation, one leg hanging out of the ring as she wimpered and clutched her bruising side.

Off to the side, the ref was no longer alone, gasping in pleasure as she was eaten out by a redheaded Member named Tessa. Since only the fighters and the ref were allowed in the ring, the ref held the middle ropes with her lower half dangling out of the ring. The rest of the crowd was much of the same, a small orgy taking place with everyone trying to also watch the match.

The two fighters took several minutes to reorient themselves. Finally, with Darcie still holding on to the ropes, they were both on their feet and glaring hatred at one another. Darcie finally gasped out, "You're fucking dead, slut!" then charged.

This clash of brunettes happened much slower as both approached one another, arms up. Darcie made the first swing, merely skimming Blair's swollen chest and in return getting a full power uppercut to her already injured jaw.

Blair, suddenly much faster and steady than she was a second ago, stepped in close. Gripping that bleeding jaw, she threw all he had into slugging Darcie's terror filled right eye.

Darcie was blinded as she spun to the mat, her bared tits slapping the floor a second before her head thudded heavily down. She didn't get a moment to recover though as she was dragged by her hair across the ring.

Blair grinned for the cheering audience as she drove her knee into the barely struggling Darcie's face. Locking eyes with her lover, Jack, she felt a hot rush in her leopard print panties. It was time to end it.

The orgasming ref screamed in excitement as Darcie smashed down beside her. Bloody, unfocused eyes looking strait up as her head was outside the ring, mere feet from the referee. A moment later she lost all control as Blair lept over the ropes, the victorious brunette coming down with all her weight on that unsupported neck.

Blair landed next to the ref and her redheaded lover as the deathbuzzer sounded. They all laughed as Darcie shuddered her last right above them.

Blair had her victory photo taken as quick as possible. Standing over Darcie in the center of the ring, foot placed between the dead woman's smaller breasts. There was a bloody trail from the ring edge to a pool around Darcie's head.

Blair would be watching all the videos she had of Darcie's deathmatches that night. She'd enjoyed the brunette's rise through the Club, and would fuck her man hard as she watched it play out to tonight's brutal conclusion.

Fun Facts:
-Due to both matches being over Jack, Blair had access to both of Darcie's private fights.
-Had she waited two months, Darcie would have been ambushed by an impatient Blair. After a back and forth battle, Darcie would have been victorious, smashing Blair's head on a desk corner.
-Seeing as her only deathmatch against a non-blonde ended in her death, Darcie was still considered a blonde slayer. A title that would be on all her videos.

[Garren]

That was good. I'm glad Blair was the one who did the deed.

[zero1400]

I loved this multi part series. I was rooting for Darcy through the whole Rise and fall series, but I knew from the get go she was going to end anhilated by Blair at the end(I mean, the title gave away who was going to be the winner). at the very least Darcy really gave Blair a run for the money.

[mcgoll]

Yeah, basically the title gave it away that Darcie wouldn't survive the series. Although I did somewhat consider having her first kill Blair, only to be herself taken out by a new upstart. In the end though I simply liked the idea of her failing right at the climax, but also not going down without a substantial and surprisingly equal fight.

The idea for this series was in my head for a while. It was only when I found a group of Darcie Dolce photosets that I decided on the specifics though.