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.
Typically, Modern Gladiatrix Entertainment did not like the idea of losing its fighters without good reason. When Gladiatrixes chose to fight to the death, MGE wanted to have as many cameras and paying fans watching. But with the right bribes, threats and promises, those rules could be sidestepped somewhat.
It was uncommon for MGE to allow Gladiatrixes to host legal deathmatches in private venues, but not unheard of. Many fighting women wishing for both the chance to kill an enemy in the private setting of a bedroom or apartment, but also having everyone aware of just who was the better woman. Usually, these private fights were between those fighting over a man, or settling a very old grudge.
Tonight, it was not the fighters themselves that would be fighting over a grudge. They were merely being paid by the hostess and her longtime enemy to further the veteran's own grudges.
Taylor
Winning Percentage
97%
Outfit
Blue dress, black panties with matching leggings
Last Match
Two days previous, bare-knuckle boxing, win, beatdown finish, inflicted four broken bones
Kills
55
The hostess, Taylor, had been planning this event for a long while. Willing to sacrifice just about anything to get the better of her greatest foe, the bribes and promises she made to set this up were well worth it.
The few officials that couldn't be swayed by the blonde veteran's money responded better to physical violence
This whole event was Taylor's idea, even offering up her own luxury suites as the venue. Inviting her old enemy into her own house, the blonde expects a major victory over the woman tonight.
Blair
Winning Percentage
95%
Outfit
Leopard-print panties, black garterns with leggings.
Last Match
One week previous, best two of three wrestling match, win, titsmother KO, ass smothering finishing KO
Kills
58
While Taylor and Blair typically equal in combat, over the past couple years they have turned to using others in their ongoing grudge. Blair relying mostly upon her eager to please students, while the blonde spends her massive fortune on the more mercenary Gladiatrixes.
While neither woman would ever admit it, they have become increasingly worried about fighting face to face. Both having become adept at cleanly killing enemies even in the least violent matchups. Having stayed equals in skill, it really is fifty fifty as to who would survive a fight at this point.
Instead of facing the blonde personally, Blair has agreed to Taylor's challenge. To bring three of her best fighters to face off against the blonde's. Each veteran would have a fairly large group of friends, fans and allies along to make sure there were plenty of witnesses.
Nobody knew who had been chosen as the veteran's champions. But everyone wanted to see the carnage that followed whenever the two sent their minions at one another.
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By the time Blair and her posse arrived, en masse, Taylor had the wide open bottom floor of her apartment suites set up. Each of the three fights would be taking place in a slightly different area.
Every Gladiatrix in attendance was dressed to impress. Aside from the occasional robe, every one wore the kind of lingerie and bikini's they would traditionally wear in combat. Every fighter, whether she was there to just watch or not, looked ready for a fight.
Taylor waited patiently as Blair's entourage took up position across from her own. The first match's ring sitting between them. The blonde had had eight poles driven into the floor, with four white ropes tautly pulled around them for a floor level boxing octagon.
The veterans glared across the ring at one another, each grinned eagerly though, ready to watch their champions earn them more victory over the others. As one they motioned to the side, calling their first fighters forward from the small crowd around them.
Keeping their fighters identities secret ahead of time, nobody knew ho to expect to step forward. Everyone on Taylor's side cheered though when the blonde motioned her own daughter forward though.
Shyla
Winning Percentage
92%
Outfit
Matching black silk bra and panties, black leggings
Last Match
Nine days previous, Team grudge match, Technical win, Knocked Out
Kills
12
Agreeing to fight for her mother's grudge, Shyla could care less about the war with Blair. Having nearly been killed in a grudgematch just over a week ago, she wants to score a kill only for her own pride. Ready to fight, the blonde will gladly slaughter whoever Blair puts in front of her.
Slowly stripping away a black robe to reveal her fighting outfit, the younger blonde didn't react as her mother patted her on the ass to push her forward. Slipping through the ropes, Shyla confidently squared off against her opponent.
Crystal
Winning Percentage
65%
Outfit
Red one-piece, black fishnet leggings
Last Match
Five days previous, caged deathmatch, win, ass smother finish and execution
Kills
4
Once the laughingstock amongst even Gladiatrix jobbers, Crystal still took her place with calm patience. Smiling with self assurance, the raven haired brunette smirked at the scowling blonde.
Until six months ago, Crystal had been on the bottom of the Gladiatrix lists. With a 5% winning percentage, most fans wanted to see her finished off, and no few Gladiatrixes had open deathmatch challenges directed at her. Since pledging herself as Blair's student though, she has rapidly risen in standing and skill, even killing several of the women who had previously abused and challenged her.
Now, facing off, the two Gladiatrixes circled, looking one another up and down. Shyla finally spoke first, sneering at her brunette enemy, "Fuck! I was hoping for a challenge, not some jobber bitch that doesn't know when to lay down and die."
Crystal smirked darkly, "Keep thinking that as I lay you out, bitch. Your momma's gonna be screaming when I crush your fucking throat."
Shyla stepped up close, hissing in the former jobber's eyes, "Maybe I will enjoy this after all. Put up a good fight and I'll even kill you quick." Turning on her heel, the blonde stomped across the thin mat to her corner.
With the fighters in their spots, Taylor waved at the one MGE official in the room. Only there to declare the fights official and ring the start bell, she very much wished she'd accepted the blonde's earlier bribe attempts. If she stopped any of tonight's fights, Taylor had threatened to toss her off the balcony.
DING! DING! DING!
Before her learning under Blair, Crystal probably would have charged acros the ring, now, falling into a boxer's stance, she advanced in measured strides. Opposite her blonde opponent, who merely stalked forward, arms at her sides.
Shyla ducked back as Crystal threw a jab at her jaw, letting out a yell, she raised a foot and crashed it into the brunette's tits. Sending Crystal flying back across the small ring, the blonde barely broke stride as she advanced.
Shoving herself off the mat, Crystal swung a fist blindly back as she heard Shyla's feet approaching. Yelling as her arm was grabbed, she was thrown off balance as the blonde yanked her across the mat.
Kicking Crystal hard in the ribs, Shyla backed off as the woman thrashed to get free. The blonde patiently watched the brunette as she awkwardly got back to her knees.
Crystal swung wildly for a few moments before realizing she wasn't being attakced. Stumbling to her feet, the brunette screamed in rage and threw herself at Shyla. She hit nothing but air as the blonde calmly evaded her every punch.
Blair scowled at her student's sloppy punches. The woman was all power, telegraphing each blow so obviously that even Shyla could dodge. Across the ring, her enemy Taylor had a wide grin though, just to rub it in.
When Crystal finally managed to score a blow, driving her fist deep into Shyla's cleavage, she was nearly knocked off her feet by the return uppercut. Having left herself completely open to the blow, she stumbled backwards in a daze as the blonde suddenly surged forward.
The small crowd either laughed or frowned depending on which side they were on, as Shyla began a furious onslaught. Pummeling the overwhelmed brunette, the blonde worked her enemy backwards across the ring with finesse. So far, Blair's top student was a let down.
As the beleaguerd brunette was backed into the ropes, she threw her arms back. Bracing against the ropes, she raised both legs up into Shyla's midsection and kicked out. Falling back against the ropes, she gasped in relief as the blonde was launched back to ring center on her back.
Lurching forward, Crystal threw herself at the downed blonde, who lay panting and holding her stomach. She hit the mat on her face as Shyla rolled to the side though. Her yell of pain was cut off as the blonde's elbow smashed down on the back of her head.
Smiling at the wet crunch of Crystal's face crushing into the mat, Shyla made a big show of slowly getting back up. Completely unworried that the brunette was about to leap up.
Panting, Crystal shakily pushed herself off the mat, lifting her face out of a pool of blood. Her nose probably wasn't broken, but blood poured down and dribbled off her chin.
Shyla gripped the brunette by her red outfit, slamming a foot down on the woman's shoulders as she hauled back on the tight one-piece. Taylor's crowd laughed and applauded as Blair's champion was stripped. The crimson fabric tearing away as it was tugged off the brunette in one smooth motion.
Naked except for her leggings and a gold bracelet she'd gotten from her mother (a skilled Gladiatrix in her day, until she was beaten, fucked and executed by a better fighter), Crystal screamed in rage and managed to punch her blonde enemy in the stomach hard enough to double her over. Grabbing blonde bangs, the snarling brunette pulled herself off the ground as her enemy shrieked in sudden pain. Crystal's screaming cut off wetly though as Shyla's knee slammed up under her bloody chin.
Free from Crystal's suddenly limp grip, Shyla straitened up so fast she nearly fell over. Snarling, she drove her foot between the brunette's bared breasts, throwing the woman backwards into the ropes.
Blood sprayed onto Blair as her student's head was snapped back by a full power roundhouse kick. Red droplets speckled the veteran's large tits as she contemptuously watched her top performer have her face worked over by a flurry of strong kicks.
Grabbing the limp and moaning Crystal by the scalp, Shyla hauled the naked Gladiatrix to the center of the ring. Roughly pulling off the woman's gold bracelet, she dropped the thin piece of metal to the ground and dug her heel into it, flattening the heirloom. Lifting up the barely concious brunette's chin, the blonde smirked down into the kneeling woman's vacant eyes, "And you seriously thought you were ready for a fucking deathmatch with me, cunt?"
Suddenly screaming, Shyla shouted, "You're fucking dead!" and stood up straight. Throwing her leg up high, the limber blonde's foot reached her own headlevel before she brought it snapping down like a guilotene on Crystal's slackly open jaw with a distinctive crunch.
DING! DING! DING!
Crystal spastically hit the mat, facedown on her mother's warped bracelet. Twitching, she shook uncontrollably as Shyla's heel ground into the back of her shattered neck.
Picking up her red trophy, Shyla wound it around her fist and grinned widely at the furious Blair. Not only had she won, she'd done it without taking any major injury. Her mother's voice echoed her own thoughts though, as the older blonde called out delightedly, "So much for your top student, what else have you fucking got?"
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Crystal was left laying tits down in a spreading pool of blood as the crowd moved to the next fighting area.
Blair's fighters looked ready to pounce on the smug looking Taylor's at a moments notice. The lone MGE official hoped that these fights didn't kick off a riot, she'd be powerless to stop the kind of bloodbath that would be. With over forty charged up Gladiatrixes and no security readily available, it would be a meat grinder until security could get access to the suites.
Having agreed ahead of time on the fight layout, this second match had been pushed for by Taylor especially. The crowd gathered around a ceiling high cage, excited for whatever special rules were getting the blonde so worked up.
Instead of waiting for Taylor to be ready, Blair, Crystal's blood still smeared across her tits, grabbed one of her fighters and pulled the Gladiatrix forward by the arm.
Sara
Winning Percentage
75%
Outfit
White bikini top and panties
Last Match
One week previous, Strap-on boxing, win, Added humiliations: Begging, broken arm
Kills
9
Unlike most of Blair's students, the crowd darling Sara was not a jobber looking to improve her survival chances. The brunette had always had a winning percentage somewhere in the 70-80% range and merely wanted to reinforce her own combat ability.
Surprised at how suddenly she was pushed towards the cage by an impatient Blair, the brunette nevertheless looked calm as she strode forward, ignoring the boos of Taylor's assembled fighters.
Taylor laughed uproarously upon seeing who Blair had selected. Motioning her fans aside, she revealed her own champion.
Roxy
Winning Percentage
88%
Outfit
White panties
Last Match
Two weeks previous, deathmatch beachfight, win, choking finish, beatdown execution
Kills
24
Taylor's champion was a sadistic blonde veteran, having only agreed to fight for Taylor after being told exactly what kind of matchup the blonde wanted her to be in.
Even if their champions weren't introduced as one, both Blair and Taylor presented their fighters with a strap-on didlo at the same time. Sara calmly snugging the ribbed white dick up to her crotch without comment as Roxy cooed happily and inspected the giant black knobbed cock Taylor had picked out.
Once Taylor had affixed her strap-on for her champion, Roxy smiled wickedly and rubbed her hand up and down it's impressive length. Moaning throatily as if she could feel it, the blonde's hand became a blur as she focused her gaze on the stretching Sara. Yelling out, "This thing is going right up your ass, slut!" the blonde made a big show of "finishing" before entering the cage through a door that clanged shut behind her so fast it nearly caught her on the ass.
Sara didn't respond as she walked into the cage opposite her enemy. Cracking her knuckles, the brunette limbered up as she kept eye contact on the grinning Roxy. Blair had asked her to take part in this match because it was exactly the kind she excelled at. Outwrestling opponents and fucking them till they begged her to stop, the brunette shook hereslf ready without replying to the blonde's unending tirade about exactly how she was going to die.
DING! DING! DING!
At the bell, both Gladiatrixes walked forward, fists raised, rubber cocks swaying along with their hips. Roxy took special care to wave the big black dildo as widely as she could without breaking stride.
Roxy chuckled as Sara swiped at her, backing up slightly to avoid the first few testing punches. "Ooooh, the cunt is a fighter, eh?" She then lunged forward and buried a fist deep into Sara's stomach.
As the brunette fighter gasped in surprie from the powerful blow, Roxy stood up straight in a rising uppercut.
Blair's frown deepened as Sara was backed acros the small cage. Her newest student had more potential than many who'd been with her for months, and she'd been sure the girl could do better than the useless Crystal.
Dodging most of Roxy's expertly aimed attacks, Sara still took a beating as she was forced backwards. Trying to duck past the oncoming blonde, she lurched to the side as Roxy grabbed by her the bra. The white matierial gave out easily, breaking into component scraps, but not before she tripped over Roxy's legs.
Sprawling her enemy facefirst to the hard white mat, Roxy giggled and circled the downed woman. She kicked Sara in the ass as she tried to get back up, but otherwise kept her distance.
When Sara got shaily to her feet, Roxy charged her. The blonde was taken by surprise though as the topless brunette fell right back to one knee though and kicked out with her other leg, catching the charging woman right in the thigh.
Rolling away, Sara got to her feet much more steadily than before as her blonde enemy slammed facedown to the mat. The black dildo strapped to Roxy's crotch kept the woman's ass in the air as she skidded on her bared breasts.
Grunting in pain, her tits burning, Roxy threw herself to the side as Sara slammed to the mat on her knee, just a moment behind crushing Roxy's skull against the floor. The blonde tumbled disjointedly but slammed her shoulders against the cage mesh and scrambled up, pressing against the metal wall.
This time when the fighters met up, it was in an equal flurry of fists. Both pushing forward yelling as they tried to bulldoze their way through.
Sara squeeked as Roxy's elbow slammed into her nipple, but the blonde yelled in agony as the brunette smashed a fist squarely into her ribs. Roxy tried backing up to gain distance, but had her enemy right on her the whole way, burying wicked jabs into her larger bust.
Grabbing Sara by the white dildo affixed firmly to her hips, Roxy once again yanked the brunette off balance. Raising her knee into Sara's middle, she yelled in exertion as she flipped the woman to her back with a thud.
Roxy grunted in surprise as the tenacious Sara kicked her in the crotch. Protected by the heavy piece of rubber, she grinned as the brunette gasped in pain, her toes in agony from crushing them against the black dildo.
Taylor cheered on her blonde champion as the woman stomped down hard on Sara's tits. Driving her heel down with all her weight behind it. The veteran grinned wickedly over at Blair, if her fighters managed to slaughter all three of the brunette's, Taylor would have won a great victory over the woman.
Catching Roxy's next stomp with weak hands, Sara tried deperatly to throw the blonde off. She gagged as all she did was divert the blow to her stomach, the sadistic Roxy grinning widely down at her.
As Sara was doubled up by the blow to her stomach, Roxy reached down and grabbed her by the bangs. Not caring whether she pulled the brunette up, or merely tore out her hair, the blonde yanked as hard as she could on the yelling woman's scalp.
Pulled partially to her knee, Sara managed to get her feet under her for a brief moment and surged forard with all her strength. Slamming her shoulder in under Roxy's tits, she lifted the blonde off her feet and with a yell slammed her against the cage mesh hard enough that they rebounded with force.
Roxy crashed to the mat on her shoulder as she accidentally buried her knee between Sara's breasts beneath her. Bouncing off the gasping brunette, the blonde flopped listlessly, knocked snesless as her head rammed against the mat.
Both Gladiatrixes groaned in pain as they lay in a jumble on the mat. Sara rolling to her front as Roxy dazedly pushed herself to her knees.
As Sara started to push to her hands and knees, she suddenly screamed as strong hands gripped her bikini bottoms. The white panties tore way just as easily as her top, leaving no piece large enough to choke with, and leaving her ass exposed to the furiously scowling Roxy.
Taylor's fans howled with laughter as the blonde Gladiatrix dug her giant black dildo deep inside the shrieking Sara. While the fake cock was covered in a thin sheen of lube, the blonde had partially rubbed that off already, and it's lumpy surface was hardly ideal in the first place.
Sara's voice cut out into strangled gasps as Roxy gripped her by the hips and hauled her back into the rubber strap-on. The blonde's nails dug furrows in the brunette's skin as she humped the naked woman as roughly as she could.
Roxy confidentally laughed as she pushed the facedown brunette across the small cage mat. Each thrust shoving Sara a few more inches until she met the cage mesh and was trapped. Only a few feet from Blair's feet, the brunette's teeth ached she clenched her jaw so ahrd as the blonde mastered her from behind.
Using the cage wall to brace her brunette victim, Roxy dug fingers into dark hair with one hand while grabbing the cage mesh for stability. Grinding her soaked pussy against a hard nub on the inside of her strap-on, the blonde's eyes rolled back as she tried her hardest to shove the entire brutal length of her cock inside her opponent.
Sara let out a choked sob as Roxy came. Her usual geyserlike orgasm halted by the strap-on harness, the blonde flooded the mat underneath herself as she rubbed herself to another already mounting orgasm.
Her cheeks flush, the blonde champion rode a continuous orgasm as she continued grinding her fake cock in deeper. No big pushes anymore, she just worked her exploding pussy in a circle around the hard rubber nub as her whitened knuckles held the brunette in place.
Warm cum spattering on her ass as the agonizing punishment continued, Sara screamed ear piercingly loud and swung her arm backwards full force. Nearly breaking her hand as her fist collided with Roxy's wide open mouth, she sliced her knuckles on the blonde's teeth as she knocked her off her perch.
Roxy hit the mat hard, her dildo twisting cruelly inside the brunette before coming free. Barely able to feel her lwoer half, the blonde was bewildered by what had hit her and shook her head to clear it.
Sara screamed in rage as she pounced on the downed Roxy. Gripping a tit firmly in one hand, she slammed her bleeding fist down on the woman's mouth, crushing her head against the mat. As the blonde blindly slapped at her, the brunette let out an unending shriek and just started throwing punches as fast as she possibly could.
Taylor was as shocked as her brunette enemy as she watched the total reversal happen in mere seconds. One moment Roxy was riding an unstoppable orgasm, moments away from probably beating Sara to death (the blonde's favoured killing tactic), the next, the brunette had the blonde pinned, as she unleashed a punishing beatdown that had blood flinging across the cage.
Gripping Roxy's black cock with both hands, Sara yelled with exertion as she pulled as hard as she could on it. Her own weight pinning the blonde down, her muscles flexed as the straps first dug into Roxy's hips then snapped off completely.
Blair's shocked expression shifted to a satisfied smile as Sara swung the black cock like a cudgel, battering Roxy's face from side to side. With the blonde knocked senseless, the brunette let out a feral yell and plunged the overly large dildo down Roxy's throat, punching the rubber nub with her injured hand as the blonde choked and gagged on the hard rubber.
Ripping Roxy's soaked panties down, slightly tearing them in the process, Sara's ribbed white cock found it's mark without difficulty. Roxy's primed pussy offered no resistance as the entire dildo slid inside her. The blonde shuddered as her body recieved what it desperately wanted, even as she couldn't breath.
One hand gripping a round tit for support, the other working Roxy's own dildo like a stabbing knife, Sara expertly fucked the overwhelmed blonde to the approval of Blair's crowd. Smacking away the blonde's weakly defending hands, Sara laughed maddly as her enemy's arms went limp and thudded to the mat on either side.
Blood poured out of Roxy's mouth around the excessively large dildo as the purple cheeked blonde twitched, her eyes crossing. Unable to breath, Roxy blacked out as the ribbed dildo rapidly diving into her produced one final explosive orgasm.
DING! DING! DING!
Gasping, Sara undid the straps on her own dildo properly, leaving it fully buried in the dying blonde. Shoved in as deep as it could go, like the blonde's own black cock was, blocking the woman's breathing completely.
Pulling the soaked panties off her enemy, Sara stood on wobbly legs, slamming a foot down between Roxy's unmoving breasts as much for stability as in victory as she loomed over the dead woman. Sqeezing any excess juices out in her fist, the brunette grinned wickedly as she held her trophy over the blonde's vacant eyes as the victroy photographer commemorated the victory.
Even though a dead mercenary didn't need to be paid, Taylor still stomped away from the cage as Sara was let out and hugged by a proud Blair. The girl was now on Taylor's mental list of Gladiatrixes that needed killing.
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With Crystal laying facedown in a congealing puddle of blood, and Roxy humiliatingly left with a pair of rubber cocks stuffed in two holes, each veteran was down one fighter.
Angered by Roxy's loss, Taylor none-the-less regained her composure while walking across the room to the final setup. A simple blue fighting mat spread across the floor. Smiling widely, it was the blonde's turn to announce her fighter before Blair had a chance to.
Having a good idea of who Blair would be calling upon, Taylor was very pleased with who she had chosen as her thrid and final champion. Originally thinking about giving Shyla the esteemed position of being the last fighter, she figured that she had the one fighter she could trust more than her own daughter to tip the scales in her favour.
Eve
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
Grey panties, matching bobby socks
Last Match
Nine days previous, Team grudge match, Win, One KO, One kill, Beatdown finishes, choking execution
Kills
11
Taylor announced her favourite fighter with obvious glee. While Eve hadn't originally wanted to be a part of tonights event, promising her access to several of Taylor's less than legal videos had gotten the brunette to grudgingly agree. She hoped Eve had enjoyed watching her little home movies, cause the brunette would have to earn them by brutally executing the bitch Blair no doubt had chosen a her third.
Blair didn't look at all worried as she let through exactly the Gladiatrix Taylor had been counting on. The thought of sending her own daughter up against a veteran like Eve didn't phase either woman a hair.
Emily
Winning Percentage
82%
Outfit
Black lingerie bra and panties with pink highlights, Black leggings
Last Match
One week previous, ten woman battle royal, win, six knockouts, one clean-kill
Kills
9
Blair's daughter swaggered forward out of the concealing crowd. The cocky brunette had been hoping all week that she would be matched against Shyla, and be the one to win her mother a true win in her war with Taylor. But she would settle for butchering the crowd favourite Eve.
Eve handed the short white robe she'd worn in to her husband Mike, frowning at the obvious interest Emily took in checking out her man. Only a few weeks ago, she would have laughed out loud at being matched against the rookie, but Emily's quick and brutal climb up the Gladiatrix lists had been unprecedented.
In just two months, Emily had completely switched from a fifty fifty fighter to a top killer. Starting with her first kill, Blair's daughter had fought enough deathmatches that everyone was just waiting for her to be taken down.
Riding high on her killing spree, Emily made a big show of looking Mike up and down, licking her lips as she completely ignored his wife, her opponent. She confidentally called out "You want to fuck those fat tits one last time before I rip them off, big boy? I'll wait." before giggling at the deathglare it produced from Eve.
Eve didn't say anything, merely readjusting her panties and stepping onto the mat. Emily happily stepped forward a second later with a smirk, muttering "Hey, I tried to let you have one last fling, bitch."
With the brunettes obviously not about to step forward and trade insults, Taylor motioned for the MGE official to ring the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Emily skipped forward across the mat, bringing her arms up at the last second before crashing into Eve. Throwing all her weight forward, the rookie faked a high punch only to fall to one knee and punch Eve squarely in the crotch as she threw her arms up defensively.
Flinching, Eve instinctively raised her knee right into Emily's jaw, blasting the rookie brunette back as she nearly fell herself. Trying to ignore the numbing pain, the veteran stalked forward as Emily crawled backwards across the mat.
When Eve tried to stomp down on her enemy, Emily kicked out in retaliation. Catching Eve under the knee, she expertly diverted the woman's blow into the mat, and then dug her heel in between the veteran's heavy tits.
Eve grunted as her downed opponent's foot buried into her cleavage. A second foot crashing between her legs sent her airborne.
Emily sent Eve tumbling threw the air with a laugh. Rolling as she sent the brunette crashing to the mat, the rookie ended up on top of her enemy. Thighs snuggly on either side of Eve's body, she unleashed a brutal assault, pounding her fists down in a wild flurry.
Winded from slamming to her back, Eve did her best to fend off the punches aimed her way. Gasping, and pinned down by Emily's weight, she traded blows as best she could while being pounded into the mat.
Mostly aiming at Eve's impressive bust, Emily was definitely focused more on injuring her opponent over going for a quick win. Ignoring the veteran's hammering of her own midsection, she kept up the onslaught, smashing her fists into Eve's battered breasts without stop.
Women on both sides of the mat screamed for their side's fighter as the brunettes traded punishing body blows. Taylor's fans screamed for blood as Eve finally managed to score a decisive blow, clipping Emily on the chin and knocking her backwards.
Eve wrapped her legs around Emily's bruised middle and squeezed. Crushing the rookie's ribs in her strong thighs, she suddenly spat blood as Emily's heel smashed down on her mouth.
Rolling away as Eve's legs spasmed, Emily laughed as she came to her knees as the veteran was still flat on her back. Once again eyeing up Mike, she rubbed her tits with obvious arousal but scowled at the flaring pain from her bruised ribcage.
Eve got up much more slowly than her opponent, her swollen breasts aching as she climbed to her feet opposite the frowning rookie. Gasping from the pain in her chest, she still raised her fists as eagerly as Emily, she growled, "Stop looking at my man, whore!" as she stepped forward.
"Won't be yours for long!" Emily yelled giddily as she stepped into Eve's first punch, letting her covered breast absorb the blow as she rammed her own fist into Eve's mouth. Knocking Eve back, she screamed with exhileration as she threw herself forward.
Eve was backed across the mat, trading body blow after body blow with the oncoming Emily. Desperate in the face of Emily's full power punches, the busty brunette winced every time a fist struck one of her injured tits.
Taylor paced back and forth along the mat edge as her champion was slowly overpowered a few feet away. Her eyes looking right past the fight and focused on the cooly confident Blair, who stood with her arms folded under her heavy breasts in calm expectation of her daughter's win.
The brunettes knocked one another to the side, Emily hooking Eve across the jaw as the veteran kneed her persistant enemy in the hip. Emily spun with the hit, backhanding a fist right across Eve's face and sending her crashing to the ground.
Eve's face landed beyond the mat, bouncing hard against the lightly carpeted floor. Spitting out a chipped tooth, the veteran did her best to push up off the ground. She screamed in pain though as Emily knee dropped onto her back.
Winding Eve's dark hair around her fist, Emily bashed the veteran's face down into the hard ground. Yanking the stunned brunette's face up, she rapidly slapped Eve's cheek to make sure the brunette was conscious. When Eve groaned in reply, Emily grinned widely.
Both brunettes were facing Mike, who suddenly stood all alone as the crowd parted to give space. Even Taylor's group would love seeing a Gladiatrix humiliated and executed in front of her man, no matter whether they were ostentatiously rooting for her or not.
Eve cried out as Emily gripped her amr and hauled it straight out. Bracing her knee on Eve's shoulder, the rookie made it clear to everyone, especially her victim, that with one strong blow he could shatter the veteran's elbow.
Pulling back hard on the panting Eve's wrist, Emily shouted victoriously, "What would you rather, bitch? I take your man? Or fucking kill you?"
While in Emily's situation, most Gladiatrixes would simply go for the kill and take Mike as a trophy. But Emily wanted to go down a much more humiliating route. If Eve gave Mike up, she'd never be allowed near him again. Many married Gladiatrixes would rather die than see their man so stolen from them.
Eve shrieked as Emily's palm pressed down on her stretched out elbow. A couple pounds more force and it would undoubtably break. Yelling a defiant, "Fuck you!" only earned her an even more threatening push on her arm.
"Say it, slut!" Emily was laughing exctatically as she tortured her trapped enemy, "Let everyone know he's mine!"
Feet drumming the mat, Eve tried her best to fight off her oppresor, to no avail. All her struggles earned her was a firmer push on her shaking arm and a heavier knee pres on her back, further crushing her wounded breasts down into the mat.
When Eve finally choked out a few mumbled words, Emily shrieked for her to repeat them, nearly breaking the woman's arm in excitment.
"He's yours!" Eve broke down into sobs upon losing her husband in front of the crowd.
Blair's side of the mat erupted into cheers for their champion. A collective gasp stoping the cheer though as Emily slammed her palm down on Eve's braced arm with a wet crack.
DING! DING! DING!
With Emily not going for the kill, the bell was rung, even as Eve's screams of agony deafened the room. She was quickly shut up though as Emily brutally stomped on the back of her head.
Emily took no clothing trophy from the broken Eve, Mike being more tha enough for her. Slamming a heel down on Eve's ear, Emily stood on top of the moaning brunette as the photographer found a spot right in front. One hand on her hip, the brunette blew a kiss both at the camera, and Mike behind it.
As The groups of Gladiatrixes now mingled, the fights done, the Hostess spun on her heel and left the room. Taylor was crushed by the two to one losses she'd suffered, losing Roxy was no big deal, but failing to get Emily killed almost moved her to tears.
Stomping down hard on Eve's broken arm for good measure, Emily took her new man by the arm and suggested they find somewhere a bit more private for personal introductions. The crowd booed the horny brunette for not wanting to fuck in front of them, but allowed her to pull him aside and out of their view as everyone discussed how amazing the night had been.
Already bets were being made on whether Emily would ever let Eve fight her for Mike. While Eve was forbidden from challenging the woman who took her man, she could earn him back if challenged directly by his lover (or in the exceedingly unlikely event that they were matched together randomly), although it would take an official kill for her to get him back permanently. Most people figured Emily would refuse to ever let Eve have a chance at winning him back, let the brunette simply watch from afar, powerless to interfere.
After recieving a few congratulations from women in either camp, Blair briefly disapeared as well. As drinks were being broken out though, she returned and took control of the party. It was after all, her victory.
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