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.
Tanya stood in the center of the giant cage, surrounded by the broken bodies of thirteen other would-be victors. Her favourite outfit torn to shreds, one shoe missing in the melee, the other shattered at the heel and kicked off.
She gripped her final remaining enemy by the scalp, keeping the weeping blonde upright and on her knees. Surely at least a few of the others were still breathing, but the one in her hands, Talia, was the only one still conscious. Although the beaten woman's arms were now bound behind her back by a strip of cloth previously serving as somebody's top.
Grinning triumphantly up at her man, the man she'd fought for tonight, Tanya had eyes only for him. The cheering crowd was deafening, but she barely heard them (mostly due to being kneed in the side of the head earlier). She knew she must look a mess, one eye swollen almost shut, her hair in sweat and blood-matted tangles and her body covered in bruises and claw marks, but she also knew he would find that beautiful.
After several years of jockeying for position amongst Warren's many lovers, Tanya was about to take her rightful place as his actual girlfriend. In the brutal world of Bitchtown, that was practically marriage.
But before she could claim her prize... Tanya looked down at the truly beaten Talia. The smaller blonde had put up one hell of a fight, long after everyone else had fallen, and Tanya hated her for it. Gripping the broken woman's hair so hard she nearly pulled it out by it's roots, Tanya slowly raised her free hand in a rock-solid fist. Talia let out one final shriek of terror before the merciless victor brought it down like a hammer.
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Tanya grinned at the sounds of combat from the bedroom as she finished applying her makeup in the master bathroom mirror. Wearing her signature outfit, she just so happened to be dressed the same way she had that night. No doubt that was why Warren had decided to watch that particular match of hers while waiting for her to get ready. Not that the mass-deathmatch in his honour wasn't his favourite video in the first place.
Walking out into the bedroom to the wet splats of Talia's face being beaten in, Tanya pretended to admonish her lover. "Well? Are you going to pause that old thing or are we going to be late?" It actually made her a little wet that he watched her greatest triumph at least once a week, in it's entirety no less. If they hadn't fucked just before getting ready, she would mount him right now.
Warren paused the video just as the on-screen Tanya drove her already bruised knee into Talia's broken face. Vaulting off the bed, he was out the door and slipping on his shoes ahead of his blonde lover, having been ready to go for an hour. Smirking at the surprised Tanya, he reiterated her earlier promise, "Now we're just going there to look around and maybe find some specialty battles. What are you not going to do?"
Tanya sighed, repeating her promise, "I'm not going to pick a fight with the first bitch I see..."
"And?"
"...And if I do get in a fight, I'm not going to go for the kill."
Forty floors below them, in the mega-hotel's massive event's room, was being hosted the world's biggest Catfight Convention. Bitchtown being the world capital when it came to professional female combat, it had strict rules about matches fought. Fighting was fine, as long as it was agreed upon, but no matter how legal, deathfight were grounds for expulsion from the entire event.
While they lived in the city, Warren and Tanya had rented one of the thousands of rooms the hotel offered, booking nearly a year in advance. They didn't want to wait to get into the event in the massive lineup outside. Just an elevator down and they'd be in the thick of it. Crossing the spacious living space, they didn't make it halfway before trouble walked in the door, swinging a housekeeping masterkey on her little finger.
Veronica: A Russian sexfighter, Veronica has two priorities in coming to the Bitchtown Convention, find a man to take home with her, and take advantage of the city's lax murder laws to make her first kill (Most of the women willing to engage in the heavily regulated Russian deathmatches are roided out monsters that would tear Veronica in half). Setting her sights on Warren, a man once known for hopping from bed to bed as his lovers dispatched one another, the Russian sees little threat from Tanya. While in Bitchtown, sexfighters are considered little more than porn stars, in Russia it means beating down your opponent and roughly fucking them till they cum. Veronica is talented at both.
Wearing little but a black see-through robe, the dark haired Russian parted the lacy thing as she confidently strode right into the room. She locked eyes with Warren as she made her challenge, "Blonde bitch? I challenge you for your man!" Her English wasn't perfect, but it didn't need to be. No Bitchtown warrior would misunderstand what was happening.
Much to Veronica's surprise, Tanya didn't waste any time sizing her up or uttering threats. As such, the brunette was caught flat-footed as the blonde rapidly darted around Warren and closed the few feet between them in a flash of blue.
As the unknown Russian let her robe fall from her shoulders, Tanya slammed into her, shoulder ramming in right above the woman's breasts. Reaching behind the brunette, Tanya yanked on the light material as it was still around Veronica's elbows.
Veronica yelped as much in surprise as pain as her arms were tugged awkwardly backwards. Stumbling, she sputtered as Tanya headbutted her, forehead smashing her nose so hard she snorted blood. Eyes rolling, she tried to steady herself only to be dealt a swift uppercut to the chin that sent her crashing shoulders-first into the half closed door.
Without breaking stride, the enraged Tanya followed her downed opponent and dug the toe of her shoe right into the unknown woman's ribs. Gripping dark hair with both hands, she ripped the blubbering Veronica halfway to her feet then angrily threw her facedown to the ground with a crash. Knee dropping onto the brunette's spine, she dug nails into the overwhelmed sexfighter's hair and snapped her head up as hard as possible.
"You're no challenge to me, slut." Warren's blonde lover was a fan of verbally breaking her opponents and didn't disappoint now. "You know how many fucking slags like you I've buried? Cause I've lost count, and I'm probably not even going to remember a weakling like you anyway." Suddenly Tanya's head whipped up and she made eye contact with her man. He saw her mouth the word "shit" as what she did remember was her promise.
Even being attacked, if it was discovered Tanya had killed whoever this brunette was, she'd be thrown from the premises. She'd already (and even for her, surprisingly) broken her first promise not to fight the "first bitch she saw," which even Warren hadn't meant literally.
Shaking with an even greater rage, Tanya made her new enemy an ultimatum. "You're not even worth killing right now! When I get back tonight, you'd better be gone. Cause if I see you anywhere, be it here or the fucking Convention floor, I'm going to murder you." Even at her most pissed, Warren doubted Tanya would resort to a problematic unprovoked murder, but the terror in Veronica's eyes was full of belief.
"So get on a plane back to wherever you usually get your ass stomped into the ground, and leave!" Tanya slammed the brunette's head into the ground for emphasis, "My!" another furniture shaking slam into the floor, "MAN!" a punch to the side of the jaw that sprayed blood out of the distraught woman's mouth, "ALONE!" bracing her palm behind Veronica's head, Tanya crushed the brunette's head into the thin carpet, heedless of the danger of killing her outright.
Standing up over the twitching Russian, Tanya's chest heaved with excitement. She was careful not to use her blood covered hand to rearrange her wild hair as she took a few random steps around the room, unable to vent her barely suppressed urge to slaughter anyone aiming to take her man from her. Rounding on Warren, she pointed at the door, "Let's get the fuck out of here before I kill this stupid whore!"
Tanya still had wild, battle-crazed eyes as they rode the elevator down to the main event. Shivering and wiping the blood from her hand with Veronica's robe, she tried to turn her thoughts to the Convention as she repeatedly imagined grinding herself to orgasm on the helpless brunette's broken face.
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The mega-hotel's main floor was a sprawling arena, already packed with all kind of vendors and team recruiters. Dotting the open area were boxing rings, fighting cages and dirt pits of every shape. With thousands of hot-blooded fighters in tight confinement, there had to be plenty of places laid out for them to vent.
The vendors sold everything from clothing to new medical advancements. As they wandered about, Tanya bought plenty of new outfits, some of which Warren even expected her to wear later. They kept away from the recruiters though. Tanya was a loner, and some teams had a habit of trying to remove gifted fighters that directly refused their offer of membership.
Ultimately though, they were just waiting for one of the scheduled bouts to begin. They had all weekend to see the sights, but a deathmatch between two celebrated veterans was worth hitting the floor on the first night.
Leading up to the bout, Tanya practically dragged Warren over to the large boxing ring. The blonde already had a ticket for the front row (for the amount each seat cost, she'd just sit in Warren's lap), but wanted to beat any rush.
When the announcement finally came, the lights surrounding the ring dimmed, leaving the fighting area itself as a beacon for everyone in the arena to know that a deathmatch was about to be fought. Tanya bounced excitedly in Warren's lap, she was a big fan of both fighters and didn't care who won (not that that had stopped her from placing a pretty hefty bet).
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Both fighters being veterans, the small amount of seating available was packed, with plenty of crowd gathering behind. While those behind would be able to see the fight, their view was worse and much further back than the costly seating.
There were equally strong cheers as the fighters were officially announced. Many hadn't paid attention to the scheduled bouts, and so for them it was a pleasant surprise. Nobody cared if some amateurs tried to kill one another, as most scheduled matches here were.
The fighters entered one after another, clips from their many recorded victories playing out in quick montages. Tanya had watched almost every one of those fights, frequently in person.
Mary: As the challenger, the scowling brunette Mary entered first. A bare knuckle boxer, it was her idea for this match to be during the convention. Having fought her opponent several times, she's never lost an official match, only being beaten in bedroom fights. As much as Mary hates her enemy, she wasn't inclined to risk a deathmatch, until the blonde decided to (once again) seduce her current lover.
Sophie: A perky and excitable veteran, Sophie is just as known for her sexual exploits as she is for her sadistic and underhanded fighting career. Frequently targeting men in long term relationships, Sophie enjoys nothing more than fucking a man in front of his brutally beaten girlfriend. Having made a game of seducing Mary's lovers, male and female, she has finally pissed off the black warrior enough to force a showdown.
Mary's entrance montage was full of shots of her throwing punches into various fighters, along with images of her standing proudly over each defeated opponent. Sophie's however was entirely made up of the times she'd knocked Mary out and fucked men on top of her, topped off with the final shot being her titfucking Mary's boyfriend. The black fighter hardly appreciated it (and very much regretted not filling her own montage with shots of her beating Sophie down in the ring).
The fighters circled tightly as they met up ring center. Of equal height, they locked eyes as they paced inches from one another. Mary's scowl deepened while Sophie only looked more excited.
Finally the brunette spoke first, "You ready for this, bitch? I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
Sophie's barked laughter took her black enemy by surprise. Stopping and turning to fully face Mary, the blonde thrust her tits into her challenger, shoving her back a step. "I think a lof of people have been waiting for the day you die screaming." Grinning widely, the blonde began backing off towards her corner, "Surprised you wanted a crowd for it though, if you'd let me kill you in private, I'd have let you have one final fuck before finishing you off you know."
Mary made as if to follow her enemy, and desperately wanted to just start throwing punches into the blonde's smirking face despite the bell. Restraining herself, she forced her legs to move backwards too, never taking her eyes off Sophie. "And have you cheat again? Yeah right, whore, I'm gonna beat you down in front of everyone!" Throwing her arms out wide, the brunette screamed her hatred at the blonde, "You are fucking dead!"
The ref didn't waste time striking the start bell. There were plenty more scheduled bouts to get through today (although no more deathmatches would be held in this ring), and there was no telling how long each one would take.
DING! DING! DING!
Mary charged out of her corner with a yell. As usual, she would get Sophie backed into a corner as quickly as possible, then overpower her. This time though, nobody would prevent Mary from beating the slut to death.
Bracing in her corner, Sophie grinned evilly. Just as the black fighter was about to crash into her, fist first, the blonde dove to the side. Kicking off her own turnbuckle as she narrowly dodged under the surprised Mary's arm. Rolling in a practiced motion, Sophie was back up on her feet before her enemy could even turn around.
Mary's yell turned from anger to surprise to a strangled gasp as Sophie rammed into her from behind. Crushed against the turnbuckle, her shock boiled over into rage once again as she saw those in the crowd laughing at her breasts roughly popping up over the turnbuckle edge.
Sophie ducked under a wildly flung elbow as Mary shoved off the corner with all her might. Digging a fist into the uncoordinated black woman's ribs, the blonde backed away quickly across the ring.
Mary slumped back against the ring corner, snarling at the smirking blonde. Hit for hit, Mary would bury Sophie with no difficulty, but the bitch was moving too fast. With annoyance, she had to admit to herself that she should have paid more attention in previous fights, as Sophie obviously had.
When Mary came at her again, Sophie actually stepped up to meet her. Taking a hit to the tits, the blonde stepped in even closer and lowered her head, ramming the top right into Mary's nose. In the crowd, Tanya nearly jumped out of her seat, giggling at the blonde using the same tactic she had used only an hour before.
Sophie then went on the offensive, with Mary stunned, the blonde started throwing undefended punches into the woman's ribs. She got in a good dozen flurried blows before the gasping mary was collected enough to retaliate.
Mary's first good hit drove into Sophie's jaw, shoving the oncoming blonde backwards. Ignoring the pain in her ribs, she pressed forward, trading blows with her enemy.
Once again pacing in a circle, the two veterans threw wild punches into one another while the crowd cheered on their favourite. Mary aimed almost exclusively at her blonde opponent's head, busting her lip with one particularly good strike. Sophie however, fired every single blow right into the massive bruise forming under Mary's tits.
Tanya cheered Sophie on so hard her voice was raw. Aside from betting heavily on the blonde, she was wanting to see Mary lose. The black fighter was the stronger of the two, and yet couldn't overcome her foe when fighting for her life and her man.
Both fighters eventually backed off, gasping for breath after several minutes of steady boxing. Despite a black eye and swollen lip, Sophie was laughing. Meanwhile, Mary was coughing up blood and gently trying to touch the massive bruise covering cracked ribs.
Sophie wiped a bloody fist across her lips, further smearing the mixed blood across her face. Without warning she snapped forward, tackling into Mary at shoulder height.
Slamming into the ropes halfway down, Mary shrieked as they rebounded into the ring. Gasping in pain as Sophie's weight landed on her bruise, the black fighter threw everything she had into punching the blonde off.
Sliding off her equally sweat-drenched enemy, Sophie expertly wrapped her legs around Mary's middle. With a snarl, she squeezed her legs together for all she was worth. Crying out in ecstasy as Mary let out an ear-piercing scream as at least one of her ribs broke, Sophie managed to squeeze ever harder as she felt an orgasm mounting.
Mary's eyes were rolling up into her head as Sophie locked eyes with the man they were fighting over. The blonde didn't even want a boyfriend, but she'd enjoy using him for a while once his lover was dead.
Sophie was shuddering and breathing raggedly as she released her beaten opponent. With shaking hands, the blonde tugged at her black thong so hard it tore off. Then, much to the crowd's enjoyment, the victorious veteran slammed her charged pussy down over Mary's open mouth.
Tanya jumped out of her seat cheering along with the rest as Sophie detonated, flooding around Mary's head with her sticky victory. Closing her eyes, Sophie gently rubbed her aroused cunt on the twitching Mary's face before pressing down hard.
The crowd chanted Sophie's name as Mary spasmed from lack of air and internal injury. As the black fighter pissed herself uncontrollably, she finally stopped moving altogether.
DING! DING! DING!
Sophie had trouble standing over the limp body of her opponent, blood and cum dripping down her thighs. Raising her arms in victory, she slammed her bare foot down in between Mary's tits and laughed uncontrollably. Reaching down, Sophie dug her fingers into Mary's hair and hauled the dead woman up.
When Sophie threw her dead enemy from the ring, the woman landed face-down in front of her man with a wet crunch. The blonde vaulted from the ring a second later, and casually swayed her hips as she approached her lover. Placing her foot on Mary's upturned ass, she smiled down at him, "Want to get out of here, lover? I don't think your usual bitch is up for it tonight." She smirked as she then ground her heel into the dead woman's broken neck.
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"That was fucking great!" Tanya was so energized by the bout she was signing her name to all kinds of fight sign-ups. While fighters could specifically challenge whoever they wanted, or sign up for random fights anywhere, what Tanya called the "fun" fights were decided here. Costumes, specialty rules and unconventional arenas among others.
Tanya, flush with money from her successful bet, went wild among the vendors. Focusing on lingerie as she begged Warren to get a mistress. Ignoring that the fight they'd just witnessed was of the mistress killing the girlfriend, Tanya wanted to fight somebody with such perfect hatred as a motivator.
Warren had little problem with this idea. In particular, he could start with any fighter who'd previously beaten his blonde lover. They would fully believe he was seduced, and put up a real fight. Alternatively, Sophie might be looking for a new man soon...
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