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 Entertainment prided itself on being able to bring female violence to any setting. Whether it be a crowded boxing arena, or a small private beach. If cameras could be set up, MGE saw it as a proud duty to broadcast the most brutal combat available.
Tonight, just before sunset, the chosen venue was in a island glade being used for the first time ever. One of many islands owned by MGE, the place was overgrown with vibrant greenery, except for a sandy clearing in the direct middle. The fights only physical audience would be those Gladiatrixes that could boat out to the venue.
Veteran Gladiatrix Eve and her husband Mike had such a boat, and had arrived a half-hour early due to Eve not wanting to chance arriving late. It was fortuitous for Mike that his wife wanted so badly to watch this match up, as his mistress of two weeks was one of the fighters. While she'd probably be finding that out at some point, Mike didn't want to make it too obvious.
Shyla
Winning Percentage
92%
Outfit
Shiny Blue Bikini
Last Match
Five days previous, kickboxing match, win, pre-knockout sexual humiliation
Kills
10
Mike's mistress Shyla had been keeping an uncharacteristically low profile. From what he knew, the blonde prefered quite loudly announcing who she was sleeping with in order to draw jealous girlfriends into fights. Yet for over two weeks the blonde had been content to merely get fucked on the side while Eve was at matches or the gym.
Tonight though, Shyla wanted her man to watch her fight. Her enemy being an undefeated, the blonde hopes to use her momentous victory to convince Eve to let her into a threesome. A classic reward that a traditionalist like Eve might agree to.
Shyla got to the glade, a sandy expanse with a number of water filled divots spaced around, along with her entourage (her mother did not come along, apparently only really interested in her daughters deathmatches), just as her opponent did.
Dee
Winning Percentage
100%
Outfit
"Classic" ancient Gladiatrix underarmour and belt.
Last Match
Six days previous, Deathmatch on a beach, win, headkick finish, drowning execution
Kills
12
The undefeatable Dee marched into the glade to much more aclaim than her blonde opponent. The auburn-haired fighter had been a Gladiatrix for barely over a year and had yet to lose a fight, official or otherwise. Falling into the same trap as other "undefeated" fighters, she is constantly challenged and hunted by those that want to be the first to take her down. Unlike most, she has kept up and put down all challengers, showing as much brutality as possible to dissuade as many as possible.
A fan of beach-fighting, Dee jumped at the chance of being the first to scatter this virgin sand in combat. Typically fighting in a bikini, like Shyla, the brunette has opted tonight for a more classic look often associated with a different kind of sandy venue. The mesh underclothing of a classical Gladiatrix, while she wears no armour over her mesh, and no dagger hangs from her belt, she plans to do the outfit proud.
Eve believed heavily in Dee's undefeated status. While she was a fan of the brutality Shyla frequently dished out, she had put money down on Dee remaining undefeated. As the fighters left the spread out crowd to both march into the center of the glade, Eve stroked Mike's cock through his shorts. Barely clothed herself, the brunette frisked at the wait, whispering how much she wanted to see a great fight, no matter who won.
Both fighters looked supremely confident, swaying their hips as they picked their way past cold pools of water to the rough centerpoint of the glade. Shyla's glances at Mike weren't so unusual, he was the only man in sight, Dee's own looks showed no less desire.
Shyla sneered as they neared to within a pace of one another. "And here I thought you were the 'Bikini Babe,' looks like I'm gonna have to take your title as well as hand you your first real beating."
Dee's unofficial title of Bikini Babe was hardly self-chosen, she merely enjoyed the classic beachware. It was her first kill who had proudly carried the title, Dee merely let others use it on her since drowning the woman a year ago and stripping her favourite outfit off.
"This is funny, huh?" Dee kept her blue eyes locked on the blonde's as she slowly paced around the woman. "You wearing a bikini like I was expected to, and me, wearing the kind of outfit your ancestors would have had to wear." The brunette had no known Gladiatrixes in her family, but liked to imagine that at some point in the murky past her ancestors had worn such outfits in the Great Arena.
Shyla stepped up closer to her opponent, feeling the brunette's hardened nipple through the sheer fabric of her top. Hissing in Dee's face, the blonde showed real hatred for her enemy, "Next time we fight, I want to see you in the correct outfit, bitch. I'm only gonna be satisfied if I get to kill the Bikini Babe."
Dee grinned, rubbing her excited breast into the blonde's, "Confident aren't we? You haven't even gotten your asskicking today and you think you're gonna want another beating?" Shoving hard, she smiled warmly as Shyla took a step back. "'Next time' I'm gonna let you choke on my fucking bikini."
Pleasantries done with, the fighters kept their position, one pace apart, as the starting bell was set to it's minute long countdown. The blonde's hate filled eyes never left Dee's half-lidded expression. Both women began breathing harder as the seconds counted down, readying for the imminent violence.
DING! DING! DING!
Dee ducked back as the hissing Shyla slashed claws right at her eyes. The blonde's sharp nails missing blinding her by less than an inch of air. Stepping around her opponent, the brunette slapped a backhanded blow across the blonde's cheek while circling.
Having sharpened and hardened her nails, Shyla raked the air with them as she tried to draw blood from the swiftly moving Dee. Her actual hope was to grip the mesh of the woman's outfit and haul her off balance, but the brunette just moved too damn quickly.
Shyla yelled in pain as Dee dug a fist into her ribs, a surprisingly powerful shot as she avoided the blonde's nails. Outright ducking a wild swipe, Dee pivoted and slammed a closed fist into the small of Shyla's back, shoving the blonde forward. The brunette squawked in surprise though as the stumbling blonde's heel hit her in the back of the knee.
Hearing Dee's yell, Shyla threw herself backwards blindly. Her elbow digging into Dee's breast, the blonde laughed madly as she headbutted the undefeated brunette under the chin, driving her to the sand with Shyla on top.
The crowd cheered as Shyla drew blood, dragging sharp nails across Dee's belly as the Gladiatrixes chaotically grappled on the ground. Shyla was just as much a crowd favourite due to her lineage as her own merits, and people would love to see the legacy fighter be the one to finally beat Dee.
Smashing her elbow into Shyla's mouth, Dee raised her knees into the woman's midsection and crotch and kicked her off. Rolling across the sand, Dee hopped to her feet with the practiced ease of an experienced beach fighter. Kicking Shyla in the tits as she floundered in the sand, Dee tried to knee drop on to the blonde's exposed throat.
Shyla screamed as Dee landed heavily on her shoulder, narrowly pushing herself away from what could have been a clean killing blow. While this was no deathmatch, she wouldn't put it past Dee to try wiping her out for good.
Dee's eyes went wide with shock as Shyla's legs closed around her neck. The limber blonde's feet dug in under the brunette's chin and prevented any sort of pin. Gasping for air as her head was craned back, Dee clawed at Shyla's legs as she awkwardly got to her feet and stumbled around.
Releasing Dee as the woman tripped, Shyla scrambled to her feet as the brunette hit the ground. Rounding on her enemy, she found Dee already standing, having shoved herself up as quickly as she had fallen. Charging the brunette, Shyla rammed her shoulder into the woman's large breasts as she shoved her backwards.
The two Gladiatrixes mutual scream was cut short as Shyla toppled Dee right back into one of the glade's many pools of water. Only a foot deep at its deepest, it still submerged both women for a full second as they splashed down heavily. The fine sand didn't turn to mud, instead just sticking to each fighter as they both pulled themselves gasping and gagging from the water.
On her knees, up to her waist in cloudy water, Shyla gripped auburn hair in one hand as she tried to drag Dee back under the pool. As she slapped, punched and scratched the brunette the blonde as trying to come up with a way to make drowning the woman look like a clean kill. Latching her claws around Dee's throat, she managed to muscle her head down below the turbulent surface.
Swinging blindly, Dee pounded her fists into the thin fabric covering Shyla's chest. While normally she could hold her breath for over two minutes (in her line of fighting, being drowned was a real danger, so she took diving lessons), she'd been yelling when first dunked and had never taken a good breath in. Finally getting her feet under her, the brunette shoved as hard as she could, bursting from the water coughing and gagging as she managed to plant her knee squarely between the blonde's sore tits.
Shyla pitched backwards screaming, her yell cutting off with a rasp as Dee's full weight landed on her chest. Dragging her nails down the brunettes thigh, the blonde choked on her own sand matted hair falling across her mouth.
Cursing as she lifted off the sputtering blonde, Dee winced at the cuts on her leg, which were the first real deep ones, and stung with salt water. Nearly falling back into the pool that Shyla was half laying in, she yelped as her enemy's leg swept into the back of her knee, sending her into the water again with a splash.
Still choking on sand, Shyla forced herself to get up. The front strap of her bikini top, torn when Dee knee dropped on to the too-tight fabric, gave up completely. There were hoots and cheers from the small crowd as the blonde's tits were bared. Not even pausing to strip off the flapping fabric, Shyla pounced on the floundering Dee with nails outstretched.
Crying out as Shyla raked claws across her back, Dee twisted hard, catching the blondes hands in the mesh of her own top. Swinging her elbow into Shyla's jaw, the brunette flung her dazed enemy on to the sand and stumbled across the small expanse of water to gain some distance.
Shyla rubbed sore tit and massaged a bruised jaw as she slowly raised first to her knees, then fully to her feet. Injured as she was, she still grinned at her enemy, who paced shakily a few meters away. Dee had blood dripping from several no doubt painful cuts, her white mesh top, stretched by Shyla's abuse, staining red as the sand caught beads of blood dripping from the brunette's leg.
This time when the women approached, it was Shyla who got the first good shot in. Dodging nimbly to the side as Dee tried to catch her off guard with a front kick, the blonde lunged back in and gripped the woman's top. Yanking Dee off balance, Shyla drove her heel into the side of the brunette's leg before kneeing her in the tits.
Dee's fist rocketed upwards in an uppercut that hit her blonde enemy square in the pussy. The strength of the blow lifted Shyla right to her tiptoes, before Dee rose under her. The brunette stood up fast, slamming her shoulder into the blonde's midsection as the woman folded forward.
Falling across Dee's shoulders, Shyla screamed high pitch before being dropped face first into the ground. The sand being the only thing stopping her neck from snapping, the blonde still landed awkwardly, her body ragdolling as she collapsed into a twitching heap.
As the disoriented Shyla tried to rise, Dee stomped on her face. The brunette drove her heel down into the blonde's nose, forcing sand deep in a moment before blood shot out to stain the beach.
The blonde fighter gagged on bloody sand, her broken nose making it feel like her face was on fire. Barely able to breath, she sputtered and weakly swiped her arms in Dee's direction. Although the brunette was quickly becoming a hazy blur, she rose to her knees to fight the woman off.
Dee smashed a fist into Shyla's wrist, blasting the weak defence away completely. Then, as the kneeling blonde started to slump forward, the still undefeated Gladiatrix spun tightly, smashing a perfect roundhouse kick into the beaten blonde's tits, hard enough to crack ribs, and sending her sprawling to the sand, completely out.
DING! DING! DING!
Shyla was knocked out cold, and from the blood pouring out of her destroyed nose, potentially facing death if not given over to MGE medical staff. But first, Dee got to have her victory shot taken.
The undefeated brunette stripped Shyla of her bikini bottoms, then kicked the limp woman in the crotch (lightly enough for the refs not to step in) until she was posed as the victor wanted her. Shyla's ropey blonde hair obscured her face in the shot, face down in the bloody muck.
Dee placed her foot on Shyla's upturned ass, proudly holding aloft her blue trophy as she stood with her other hand on her hip. Even as the camera flashed, the grinning and bloodied brunette turned to regard the only man watching.
Mike met the gaze but was distracted by his horny wife currently kneeling in front of him. Having been torn between watching the fight and servicing her husband’s throbbing erection, as soon as Shyla had hit the sand for the last time Eve had been madly titfucking and sucking his cock for dear life as it stabbed through her huge bust.
Twirling the bikini bottoms of Mike's mistress on her finger, Dee calmly approached the couple as the audience went quiet. Interrupting a Gladiatrix as veteran as Eve in the middle of fucking her husband was a poor idea, doing so while already injured could almost be taken as a deathwish.
Dee made no announcement, simply leaning over Eve's shoulder and forcing her lips down along Mike's shaft as it once again pushed up through the panting brunette's bared breasts.
The audience cheered as Eve accepted the arrangement without incident. While they would have cheered equally hard if a fight broke out, everyone wanted to see their victor rewarded properly.
As Shyla was loaded on to a stretcher, her eyes flickered open. Dee, her enemy, was giggling as Eve pressed her to the ground, Mike's wife gently pushing her charged pussy down on the victorious brunette's face as she leaned forward to both sixty nine the woman, and guide Mike's slippery cock between the woman's spread legs.
The beaten blonde moaned in agony as she was carried out of the glade, her sounds overwhelmed by cheering from the crowd and throaty groans from the still undefeated Dee.
Originally Posted by Wilckinson
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