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 true grudgematch. Everyone loved a good grudgematch, 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 that winner.
At one time, fights were only held in one venue, a sand-filled arena where the battles were typically with weapons. Over the years the beloved bloodsports had been watered down though, now there were dozens of potential legal venues and every fight being done with little more than the fighters hands.
Tonight's match was to be in what was considered the new classic venue. "The White Room" A bare room, white fighting mat on the ground, cream coloured drapes from the roof to the floor on all sides. No distractions, no crowd, nothing but two fighters looking to stain the white venue red.
Anyone watching on TV, whether in the next room over or the other side of the world, would see a closeup on each fighter along with pro stats before any bloodletting began.
Eve
Winning Percentage
85%
Outfit
Black panties with fishnets
Last Match
Two weeks previous, Win, Breast smother KO
Kills
7
As her stats (primarily wins) appeared in black lettering on the lightly coloured cloth beside her, the busty brunette looked more annoyed than excited about her coming fight. Her impressive combat record spoke for itself, this match was going to be as short as the time between her recieving the deathmatch challenge, and her accepting it.
Mylene
Winning Percentage
41%
Outfit
Classic nudity
Last Match
Five days previous, Deathmatch, Win, Choking finish and execution
Kills
6
Bouncing on the balls on her feet, Mylene looked across the room eagerly as her own meager stats appeared to the watching crowd. Spending years just under the 40% winning line, she'd always held the hated title of Jobber. Vanishing from the city for over a year, her recent return had heralded a new start for her. Tearing through a list of women who had previously humiliated her, the Asian fighter had buried six "better" women already, and planned on Eve being her seventh.
There was a single "Ding" to announce to the fighters that their intros were completed, allowing them to wander the room and position themselves before the real start buzzer. While they couldn't touch, there was nothing preventing them from getting within striking distance. As it was, each brunette walked forward to room center. Eve calmly, Mylene skipping forward impatiently.
"I was hoping you'd take out some more weaklings before coming after me." Eve casually looked her enemy up and down as she spoke. As soon as Mylene had shown back up in the city (Eve had always assumed the pathetic jobber had been murdered and dumped anonymously), the veteran Gladiatrix had known she'd be coming after her. As the Asian had killed her way above Jobber status, Eve had begun secretly hoping she'd manage to wipe out a few of the more annoying fighters before getting slaughtered.
"I
am still working on the weaklings, whore!" Mylene snarled back, shoving her face right up to Eve's. "I wish you'd agreed to fight me somewhere a bit more fun though, you deserve a worse death than I can give you here."
Mylene had special reason to hate Eve, while they'd only fought once, the loss was memorable. Over a year ago, Mylene had signed up for a spectacle match, three women with strap-ons in a winner take all setting. The Asian Jobber felt she could use her status to make the two veterans focus on one another, then sneak in a win after they had tired one another out. Instead, Eve and the blonde veteran joining the fray had teamed up and spitroasted Mylene, the brunette nearly choking her to death on hard rubber.
Letting out a low chuckle, Eve smirked at the fuming Asian. "Be happy I didn't want more strap-ons, you'll die nice a quick here." The brunette had watched from the crowd three weeks ago as Mylene took her vengence on the same blonde she'd fucked the Asian with. While she wasn't afraid of Mylene, Eve respected that the Jobber used a strap-on with skill. Quite literally choking the blonde to death with it after a brutal fucking in every other hole.
The brunettes stood room center as they waited out the clock. A bead of sweat rolling down Mylene's face as the tension mounted. They had no way of knowing when exactly the buzzer would sound, neither having been counting down the minute.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
The start buzzer was purposfully so loud that the fighters could feel it. Even a deaf combatant would be at no disadvantage.
Eve buried her fist into Mylene's surprisingly tight belly, and was taken aback by the power the Asian threw into punching her in the side of the head. A year ago, her own blow would have doubled the woman over.
Mylene shrieked in hatred as she fired rapid punches into Eve's face, driving the brunette bitch backwards. She only got a few weak hits in before Eve recovered from her shock though and managed to get her own arms up in defense. Mylene's year away in training had seen a marked improvment in her form and strength, but Eve was no amatuer.
Deflecting a punch that would have probably crushed her nose, Eve snarled back at her oncoming opponent and slammed her own fist up under the Asian's chin. As Mylene's head snapped back, the brunette threw another uppercut, and another, following after as her challenger stumbled drunkenly backwards.
Raising her knee up into Eve's crotch, Mylene launched herself to her back as she then slammed her foot right between the wincing brunette's heavy breasts. Hitting hard on her shoulders, the air was knocked out of the Asian, but she still managed to roll to her feet with alacrity.
As Mylene hit the floor and recovered herself, Eve nearly fell over as well. Thrown back by the blow to her chest, she caught her breath and steadied herself as the Asian came back for more.
Eve caught Mylene's first punch by ramming her own fist into the woman's elbow. Backhanding Mylene across the face, she was unprepared for the woman to throw her whole body forward.
Mylene smashed her shoulder into Eve's chin as she barrelled forward, throwing them both to the floor. Laughing madly, the one-time Jobber launched herself up Eve's prone body, latching her thighs right under the brunette's tits as she straddled her stunned opponent.
Grunting in pain as Mylene's fists smashed into her undefended breasts, Eve snapped out of her daze as she was punched straight in the mouth. Her head slammed into the mat repeatedly, the brunette flailed at the cackling Asian looming over her.
Screaming as Eve's nails dug into her soft breasts, Mylene's trained punches degenerated into slaps, both at Eve's bruised face and clawing hands. Wrapping her fingers around the brunette's throat, she didn't even get to put any weight into the choke as she leaned down and was blasted to the side by a strike to the head.
As Mylene thudded limply to the floor beside her, Eve slowly raised up, spitting out blood and a chipped tooth. Scowling at the downed Asian, the brunette veteran crawled over to the dazed woman.
Crosseyed, Mylene mumbled indistinctly as her face was lifted off the white mat. She groaned as Eve hauled back on her bangs while digging a knee in between her shoulder blades.
Eve snarled down at her challenger, "Shoulda trained up on some more weaklings, bitch." Then threw all her weight into crushing Mylene's face against the mat. Dragging the pinned Asian's face across the rough material, Eve grimly tugged the woman's head by her dark bangs.
Standing, Eve stomped down one last time on Mylene's back then gripped the Jobber by the ankles.
Mylene screamed as she was hauled acros the rough floor by her feet. Her already clawed breasts and injured face leaving a red trail across the white. Lashing out, she manged to overpower Eve's grip on her leg and kicked the brunette right in the crotch again.
Eve fell back against the wall, cream coloured curtain flapping as her ass slammed into it. Hands on thighs, the brunette stayed there, panting as she watched Mylene crawl away. On unsteady legs, she walked forward once again as the Asian fighter got to her knees and turned for another faceoff.
Just barely getting to her feet before Eve was on her, Mylene buried a fist in the woman's bruising tit. She shrieked as Eve returned fire right into her own ravaged breasts. Blood sprayed across the small room as the brunette's fist rocketed into Mylene's jaw, nearly dropping the Jobber.
Raising her knee as Mylene nearly fell down, Eve drove it up into the Asian's ribcage. Grabbing Mylene by the hip and the scalp, she raised her knee up over and over again into the woman's ribs and bloody breasts. The only thing keeping the wimpering Mylene standing at all, Eve screamed in exertion as she shoved her enemy forward, facefirst into the cloth-covered wall.
Hitting with a wet splat, Mylene slid down the wall, leaving a bloody trail as she slumped facedown, bare ass sticking straight up. She didn't even respond as Eve's foot drove up between her parted legs.
Gripping the wall hangings for stability, Eve kicked Mylene faceup. Spitting a glob of blood down onto the unconcious woman's face, the brunette stomped down as hard as she could on the beaten Asian's face.
The only sounds were Eve's gasps in between wet thuds as she pounded Mylene's face in. Red faced and shaking, Eve spat out, "Fuck you,
Jobber!" and knee dropped right onto the dying woman's throat.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
Eve pushed her hair out of her face and stood up, bloodied and bruised. Slamming a foot down on her opponents crushed throat, she placed one hand on hip as she raised the other in victory. Looking once again bored, the brunette had her victroy photo taken by one of the many miniscule cameras taping the fight from every angle.
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With the cameras turning off, the bloodstained drapes lifted up to reveal the doors out. Strutting out her own entrance, Eve nearly hit the cleaning crew with the door on their way to take care of Mylene's bloody corpse.
The brunette walked straight into the arms of her waiting husband Mike. Grinning despite the blood on her face, she pushed her bruised tits into his chest, staining his shirt red as she pulled him into a kiss. "See lover, just another Jobber who thought she could take on a real fighter."
Mylene's killing spree was at an end, and Eve would see to it her body was fed to sharks. But before dying, she had finally breached the 40% winning mark and technically lost her Jobber status.
As for the winner, Eve would probably see free drinks in any bar tonight, once she'd cleaned up. And she'd fuck her man in victory, conveniently ignoring the fact that had she lost, he'd probably have pleasured Mylene just as energetically.
Once again, Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment had brought the finest bloodshed to the masses. Eve's victory photo would grace the daily update magazine's cover, and her win over Mylene would join the archives as yet another thrilling match.
Originally Posted by 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.
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