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 many things. Bringing the best violence to the masses, honouring ancient traditions, and making money hand over bloody fist. But one thing they tried to keep at least the image of, was fairness.
A Gladiatrix would never be tricked into taking on more than one opponent at a time. Whether that meant a two on one match, or a group battle, it was always by choice. MGE believed in a fair fight, even if it's individual Gladiatrixes rarely did.
With a metal shutter closing off their only escape, three brunette Gladiatrixes had just fallen into the exact kind of situation MGE tried to avoid. With no way out, the only way they could go was forward, into an apartment suite clearly remodelled to be a trap, with unknown opponents ahead.
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Blair
Winning Percentage
95%
Outfit
Matching blue bra and panties
Last Match
One week previous, Three way deathmatch, win, two kills, beatdown finishes, one titsmother kill, one slow strangulation kill
Kills
60
With a grunt of annoyance, veteran Gladiatrix Blair stalked forward towards a wide curving wall beautifully painted with a mural of her dead daughter. Her own ambush ruined, there was nothing left but to spring Shyla's.
Her blood boiling at the vision of her brutally murdered daughter, Blair marched down one of five hallway entrances, picking one at random. The apartments lowest level was normally wide open, and took up the building's entire floor. If Shyla had completely remodelled, then this could be quite the maze.
Following right on Blair's heels, came the only fighter who had technically been invited.
Eve
Winning Percentage
90%
Outfit
White silk robe, matching panties
Last Match
Three weeks previous, Deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, double neckbreaker execution
Kills
12
Ignoring the image of Blair's dead daughter splayed above them, Eve hid her mounting excitement from the woman. Three Gladiatrixes versus an unknown amount of enemies? That kind of thing only happened in action movies. She would be properly earning her way back to Mike now.
Following after the suspiciously light footed Eve, Blair's former student rubbed her bare as where the metal shutters had missed her by inches.
Sara
Winning Percentage
81%
Outfit
Blue top
Last Match
Five days previous, brothel deathmatch, win, beatdown finish, choking execution, joint sexual humiliation
Kills
12
As Eve walked through the doorway after Blair, another metal shutter slammed down. Nearly striking Sara as she followed right behind the busty brunettes. Slapping the thick metal in annoyance, Sara once again yelled, "Shit!" as several other doors slammed down, leaving her with only one path forward.
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"Well, that's our fodder gone." Eve gave the metal door a solid thump with her fist. Shyla would be no easy fight, and Eve needed to reach her in good shape. To do that, she was fully willing to sacrifice both Sara and Blair.
Blair grabbed the other brunette by her white silk robe and pulled her away from the metal wall. "Then there's no use hanging around here is there?" Stomping down the hallway, she kept a hand on Eve to hopefully avoid being further split up. She didn't doubt that Shyla had cameras on them at all times, the roof was shiny black glass that probably held plenty of cameras able to watch their every step.
Correct in her assumptions, Blair half dragged Eve through a maze of narrow halls. She pointedly ignored the walls, which were absolutely covered in images of Shyla. The blonde had plastered hundreds of images of herself from floor to roof. Many were shots of herself executing Gladiatrixes, but for the most part, they were of the blonde fucking Mike.
Looking at the walls, Eve shook with rage as she was tugged along. Each and every image was unique, with the blonde is a variety of outfits. No doubt some of these had been taken while Mike was still married to Eve, a fact which she would punish Shyla all the more for.
After a dozen turns through the insulting collage, Eve and Blair finally found an open room. Taking a deep breath as one, the brunettes strode through the doorway side by side. Even if there was no audience, Eve wouldn't want to be seen being dragged into any fight.
The wide open area had a used blue fighting mat spread across the hard floor. It took a moment for Eve to recognize the dried bloodstains as her own. It was, predictably, the same mat Emily had beaten her down on, shattering her arm and taking her man in the process.
Whether Blair recognized the mat, or even cared, didn't show, as she glared across the blue surface at the pair of Gladiatrixes entering the room opposite. Pissed of with how this night was going already, the busty brunette was more than glad to finally get somebody to punish for the annoyance.
Blair stepped up to the edge of the mat as a sneering blonde took her place across the blue fighting surface.
Tanya
Winning Percentage
93%
Outfit
Black bra, silver chain around waist
Last Match
Two weeks previous, tagteam deathmatch, win, two kills, strangulation executions, partner killed
Kills
41
A surprise to both Blair and Eve, Tanya had spent years in the shadow of both Blair and Taylor, often warring with both (although maintaining more of a friendly rivalry with Taylor than any actual hatred). Now, with her old blonde rival gone, she wanted to personally slaughter the brunette, and prove herself the better Gladiatrix.
"Finally ready to die then, loser?" Blair laughed across at the confident looking blonde as the woman pulled down her top to expose her perky tits. Tanya was known to prefer fighting effectively naked, fully exposed but with clothing on. Blair kept her own blue lingerie on though, she wanted to maintain her outfit if she could, and face Shyla unruffled as a show of strength.
Tanya took the first step onto the mat, calling out to her old enemy, "Try not to shit yourself when I kill you, bitch. Those cute panties are gonna be the centerpiece of my collection!"
The silent Gladiatrix beside Tanya went to step onto the mat beside the blonde, only for the veteran to whirl around on her in a cold fury. Grabbing the surprised woman by the throat, she threw her back with a shriek of, "She is mine to kill, you fucking weakling!"
Sunny
Winning Percentage
52%
Outfit
Transparent red lingerie outfit
Last Match
Six days previous, cage wrestling match, loss
Kills
6
Rubbing at her throat and worrying that Tanya's sharpened nails had cut her, Sunny backed off the mat hurriedly. Having fought a single champion match for Taylor (and losing badly, nearly bleeding to death after being run across barb wire ring ropes), the brunette had been surprised when Shyla had reached out to her as a mercenary for tonight. Being told to back Tanya up though, she had assumed they would fight side by side.
Wearing one of Taylor's old outfits, the brunette took up her place opposite Eve instead. Standing at mat edge as Blair and Tanya both padded across the stained blue material.
Both veterans briefly turned their attentions to their enemy's backup, Blair chuckling at Sunny and stating, "Taylor filled that whore-suit out better, little slut." While Tanya likewise looked Eve up and down and laughed, "I'm gonna enjoy watching Shyla tear those fat tits off you, cunt. Maybe she'll have them properly stuffed and hung on the wall, huh?"
Snapping back to face one another, the Gladiatrixes marched forward to stand breast to breast. Both calmly assessing the other, both ure that the other wouldn't go for a sucker punch before it was time. Sunny's jaw fell open as Tanya pushed her hardened nipples against Blair's lingerie top, disbelieving that the women hadn't attacked one another already.
"Do you remember our first fight, bitch? How I rode your ass for a full fucking hour?" Tanya shoved her face inches from Blair's as she reminisced. It had been a four woman free for all, with Taylor and a long dead redhead. Blair and Taylor had had an agreement to take out the other two and then focus on their own ongoing war. Instead, Tanya and Taylor had merely wrestled for a few minutes until Blair had choked out her own opponent, then double teamed her.
Blair did indeed remember the blonde bitches attacking her as one. Beating, clawing and stomping her into a quivering wreck before each strapped on a massive dildo and penetrated her from both ends, Tanya digging deeply into her ass, and Taylor nearly choking her to death trying to push the entire rubber cock down her throat. The blondes had left her a half-dead wreck in the center of the ring, sharing the victory instead of fighting it out once Blair was beaten.
"You'll be dead in much less than an hour, idiot." Blair pushed her heavier tits into Tanya's, shoving the blonde back a step. "But I am going to punish you for a bit before I rip your fucking head off." Over the years Blair had beaten Tanya seven times out of their ten matches (not including the humiliating two on one fight, and a bedroom match when Tanya ambushed her after a long night of fucking Taylor's recently stolen boyfriend), and was pretty confident she could wipe the blonde out for good without much trouble tonight.
Tanya backed away, grinning dangerously as she began matching Blair in a stalking circle of the mat. Both veterans spat in the center of their circle, an agreement to begin, and then charged forward.
Blair was silent as she met up with the madly cackling Tanya, swinging a heavy blow at the blonde's head before uppercutting the woman as she ducked to avoid the feint. Stunning her enemy with the surprise blow, Blair waded into the woman's tits with both fists, blasting her back across the blue fighting surface.
Her head spinning from the uppercut, Tanya stumbled backwards, winded by the barrage of strong punches to her bared chest. Throwing herself to the side, the blonde drove her knee into Blair's stomach before falling over. Rolling across the mat as the brunette let out a big breath and leaned forward, hands on knees.
Getting to her feet, Tanya charged back in, screaming in rage as she dug a punch into Blair's side. Ramming her shoulder into the brunette's chest as the veteran turned to face her. Missing with a wild backhanded fist as Blair ducked back, Tanya spewed blood as her enemy slammed a straight punch into her lips.
Snapping Tanya's head back with the straight punch, Blair once again pushed her way forward, throwing punch after punch into the blonde. For every blow she struck against the woman though, she received an almost equally strong punch in return. Grabbing Tanya's knee as it tried to raise between her legs, she took a heavy elbow to the temple and was knocked back as the blonde shrieked with laughter despite the blood running down her chin.
As the veteran's engaged in a brutal fistfight, Eve took measure of the excited looking Sunny standing on the far side of the mat from her. She'd only seen the woman fight twice, and both times it had been against the same blonde Gladiatrix. The first had been an impromptu fight over a man in this very apartment, which Sunny had quickly won. The rematch had been a bit more enjoyable, with Sunny showing much more skill in brutalizing the blonde before inviting her man into the ring.
Eve's cheeks flushed as she thought about watching Sunny smother the broken blonde with her dripping cunt as she almost violently gave head to the man they had been fighting over. While Eve prefered slow, steady motions when sucking on Mike's cock, she still pictured it being Shyla under herself instead. The blonde trying to breath nonexistent air through what would be Eve's ongoing orgasm. She could almost feel the dying Shyla?s last pained gasps sending her over the edge as Mike unloaded between her lips.
Her white panties suddenly a little wet, Eve turned distractedly back to the ongoing fight, which had not abated one bit. Blair had taken some good hits to the face and chest, but her stiffened fighting bra had offered some protection to her tits. Tanya meanwhile was feeling every blow to her swollen boobs, wincing with every punch to her bruised breasts as blood oozed out the sides of her mouth.
Sunny paced back and forth nervously as her ally was beaten back across the mat after having held equal with Blair for several minutes solid. Tanya was woozy on her feet now, but still snarling in hatred as she traded increasingly slow punches with the oncoming Blair.
Tripping backwards, the blonde Gladiatrix hit the ground hard in front of the three brunettes. Blair wasted no time in stomping on Tanya's spread crotch, grinding her heel in as her enemy nearly puked from the sudden agony.
Knee dropping right under Tanya's bruised breasts, Blair gripped the blonde by her black bra and cocked a fist back. Reveling in the feel of crushing Tanya's head into the mat as she drove a full power punch into the woman's face, the brunette laughed darkly. The veteran remembered those few times Tanya had defeated her, every time a brutal and humiliating loss.
The time she'd been double teamed with Taylor became a downward punch to the mouth. When Tanya had knee dropped onto the back of her head during a wrestling match (clearly trying to murder her) turned into a vicious backhanded fist. Raking Blair's bared tits across barbed wire cage mesh was met with her now dragging her claws across the blonde's own. And a vicious uppercut for knocking Blair out with a high kick during a mass melee sprayed blood across the mat.
Gripping Tanya by the bangs, Blair hauled the senseless blonde half up and slammed an open palm under her chin while bracing the back of her head. Thinking back to when she'd nearly killed Taylor in a cage match and taken her then-boyfriend, only for Tanya to break into her small apartment and smash her face apart with an antique vase, the brunette grimaced and threw everything into twisting the whore's neck.
Blair's head snapped back as Sunny's knee smashed up under her chin, throwing the veteran back disjointedly. A second later a charging Eve speared Sunny with a flying tackle, sending the brunettes crashing to the floor off the mat. Seeing Sunny surge forward, Eve had snapped into a run on instinct, unfortunately, she'd been several feet further away from the execution about to happen.
Eve grunted with the impact of Sunny colliding with the hard ground. The light carpeting would do little to break the interrupting brunette's fall, but the woman herself made a good cushion for Eve, as she rolled over the gasping woman's face.
Trying to throw herself forward, despite the crushing pain in her chest that made it hard to breathe, Sunny shrieked as her long hair was tangled around Eve's fist. Yanked back hard, she made a choking sound as her jaw clicked shut from the whiplash a moment before the back of her skull slammed into the floor.
As Eve straddled the weakly struggling Sunny, Tanya raised woozily from the mat. With a sudden shriek of excitement she lunged forward onto the prone Blair, nails extended to try and claw off the woman's top. The blonde wanted to torture those massive melons Blair had shoved in her face so many times, and the stiff fighting bra was in her way.
Ripping Blair's blue bra away, Tanya cackled madly as she grabbed the woman's huge tits, and then screamed as the brunette's shin crashed in between her legs hard enough to lift her into the air.
Ramming an elbow between Tanya's tits, Blair kicked out as hard as she could, leveraging the blonde right through the air to send her crashing to the floor half off of the mat. Groaning and working her jaw, the brunette raised up slowly, breathing hard from the near miss. If Tanya had been at all smart, she would have gone for the kill and crushed Blair's throat while she had the chance.
Ignoring the other Gladiatrixes, where Eve had pinned the screaming Sunny to the ground, arms trapped at her sides by the silk robe wearing Gladiatrix's thighs, Blair pushed herself to wobbly feet and advanced on the groaning Tanya. Taking a deep breath, she stomped down hard on the blonde's head, her heel driving into the woman's ear as she rolled to her side.
Sunny's screams cut out as Eve mercilessly pounded her fist down into the woman's face. Unlike Blair, Eve had no reason to really punish her opponent, other than a fierce desire to inflict pain on any woman who had followed after Shyla. Punching the struggling woman till she saw the glassy look of unconsciousness in Sunny's half open eyes, Eve grimly wrapped her fingers around the brunette's throat and squeezed hard enough to make her entire body shake from the effort.
Blair reached down and once again gripped Tanya by the bangs. Hauling the mumbling blonde to her knees, she snarled with anger as the woman suddenly elbowed her in the tits and tried to stand. Pushing the blonde Gladiatrix before she could deliver a surprise uppercut, Blair kicked her enemy in the hip to gain some distance.
Wild eyed and spitting out blood, Tanya whirled around to face her longtime enemy. Narrowly ducking a punch that would have taken out a few teeth, the blonde managed to successfully uppercut her foe with a strike strong enough to make her arm numb.
Standing up over the motionless Sunny, Eve ran blood flecked fingers through her dark hair. It had been a long time since she'd gotten to truly savour the feeling of ending another Gladiatrix for good. Placing a foot on the dead woman's chest, she scowled with disgust upon noticing the loser had shit herself when she realized she was going to die. While she wasn't exactly in a good place to be taking trophies, Eve wouldn't have minded having one of Taylor's old favourite outfits nailed to her wall, no chance she'd take it now.
As Eve calmly stood over her kill, Tanya laid into what she hoped would be hers with both fists. Happy that the resilient Blair kept her feet despite the stunning uppercut, Tanya unloaded on the woman's bared tits with a flurry of withering punches. As she forced the drunkenly stumbling brunette to the edge of the mat, she let out a scream of raw excitement and launched her foot up in a snapkick that nearly took Blair's head off and threw her to the hard floor just off the mat.
Laughing madly, Tanya felt a warm rush and the feel of her own cum dripping down her inner thighs. This even beat the time she'd thrashed the brunette in her old apartment, long before the bitch had owned an entire building. Forcing the man Blair had just stolen from Taylor to dig his entire cock in the semi-conscious bitch's ass. Remembering Blair's screams of agony as the thick meat pushed deep into her, the blonde decided she hadn't punished the woman enough tonight, she wanted to hear Blair beg.
Soft footfalls on the mat behind her made Tanya spin in a fury, just in time to catch Eve's spinning kick right on the jaw. Blood sprayed in an arc as the blonde continued right on spinning, hitting the ground beside Blair on her hip before smashing face first to the carpet in a heap.
Eve nodded to herself in satisfaction, Tanya's own backup had assisted with a single blow, and now she had returned the favour. The fact that her running spin kick had been much more powerful than Sunny's sudden knee to Blair's face made no difference. Eve wasn't about to tone down her attacks just because Sunny was a weakling.
Blair groaned as she lifted up on her elbows, slowly shaking her head back and forth and working her aching jaw with a definite cracking sound. When Eve offered her a hand up, the busty brunette nearly pulled the woman down as she hauled herself to her feet. Patting her ally on the shoulder in silent thanks for the assist.
Turning to leave the mat, as it was still Blair's match, Eve yelped in surprise as the woman slapped her hard on the ass with an open palm, probably leaving a handprint with the force of it. The normally stern Blair was suddenly in a playful mood apparently, loosening up from her close brush with death.
Gripping Tanya by the ankles, Blair tugged the limp blonde back on to the mat fully. Dropping down heavily, she straddled the unconscious Gladiatrix crotch to crotch and dug her fingers in underneath Tanya's black bra. Pulling the blonde up and cocking back a fist, Blair smashed a punch across Tanya's mouth that very clearly broke the woman's jaw with a wet crunch.
Suddenly conscious, Tanya slapped pitifully at the cruelly grinning Blair as the brunette slowly drew her fist back again, and this time buried it in the blonde's midsection. Lurched forward, gagging wetly from the blow, Tanya slumped against her enemy as she was pulled in, her swollen breasts flattened against Blair's large firm tits.
Whispering in Tanya's ear, "Letting you think you were some kind of rival to me was the greatest joke I ever made, cunt." Blair gripped the blonde on either side of her head and pushed her out to arms length. Her grin fading to a scowl, she growled, "But it's no longer funny." and rammed her open palm under the wide-eyed blonde's slack chin.
Strong fingers gripping the back of her scalp, and Blair's iron arm shoving on her jaw, Tanya barely had time to whimper before her neck gave out with a terrific crack, and she fell spasming to the blue mat, newly stained with her blood. As she lay twitching, her vision quickly fading, she couldn't even feel it as Blair flipped her over, her cheek slamming heavily against the mat as her bruised chest flattened under the weight of Blair standing on her back.
Wrapping blonde hair around her fist, Blair placed a foot on Tanya's shoulders and yanked back as hard as she could. Her arm shaking, the brunette smirked as the dying woman's spine gave out completely beneath her strength.
Eve watched with eyebrows raised as Blair gripped the dead blonde under the chin and twisted hard in the opposite direction from before with another grinding of broken bone. She wondered if the veteran was honestly trying to tear Tanya's head right off.
Blair twisted Tanya's unresisting head from side to side multiple times, enjoying the feeling of finally punishing the blonde for past transgressions. She'd never gotten over the humiliation of having her own man shoved deep into her ass. Taylor had had a knack for always finding the men with the most impossibly huge cocks and every inch of the fat member had been absolute agony as the cackling Tanya forced it into her. She knew the blonde would have murdered her if she hadn't been broadcasting herself fucking Taylor's former man live on MGE's porn channels when the bitch broke in.
Finally smashing the broken Tanya's face into the mat, Blair stood up triumphantly over her kill. Not bothering with a victory stance for Shyla's benefit (she just knew the little whore was watching every moment of this), the brunette still reached down and tore the silver chain from Tanya's hips as a keepsake. It was a trophy from one of the blonde's first kills, and had been used to choke the Gladiatrix who had once worn it to death many years ago. Now, Blair gripped the length of metal links in her fist and twirled it around absently as she walked away from the corpse, already putting Tanya out of her mind.
Kicking the ruined remnants of her bra in annoyance, Blair put a fist on her hip and looked over at Eve. "Well, let's move on, shall we." By her tone, it wasn't a question, and Eve was only too happy to oblige, Sunny's body was really starting to stink.
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As Blair and Eve set off down their chosen hallway, Sara was forced to take the one furthest to the right, which would not have been her first choice. The smallest opening under the mural of Emily's corpse, right near the splayed out feet, the hallway was so narrow the brunette could barely walk straight down it's winding corridor.
Walking briskly, Sara hoped to avoid any more hidden doors by moving too quickly for Shyla to follow. While this hallway was dark and cramped, she had no doubts she was being watched through that glossy black ceiling. Walking past hundreds of images of dead and brutalized Gladiatrixes, Sara had to note that each one was of a slim brunette. The thought that this was all laid out specifically for Sara had worrying implications of just how prepared Shyla had been for their "surprise" assault on her suite.
Coming to the end of the corridor after a turn past a series of images of a long haired brunette slowly having her neck twisted past breaking point by a redheaded Gladiatrix, large freckles blending in with splattered blood on her massive bust, Sara was face to face with an image of herself. Face down against a cage wall, and with a laughing blonde named Roxy burying a dildo in her ass, the image was an extreme closeup of the pained expression on Sara's face. The fact that she'd killed Roxy a few minutes later didn't make the floor to roof poster any less insulting.
The poster crinkled as it clearly laid against nothing, just acting as a door to whatever was on the other side. Taking a deep breath and working herself up, Sara charged forward into it, expecting anything.
What the brunette did not expect was the metal bar placed at crotch height right on the other side of the barely affixed poster. Folding over the bar from her own speed, Sara cursed and tried to brace herself with her hands as she tumbled half into the room on the other side. Nails raked her lower back as whoever had been waiting for her grabbed the bottom of Sara's blue shirt and hauled it up over her head.
A knee crushed into Sara's shoulder as the brunette floundered on the metal bar, blinded by her own clothing. A shrill and familiar voice shrieked at her, "Get the fuck in here and die you little slut!"
Tessa
Winning Percentage
69%
Outfit
Red fighting shorts
Last Match
Five days previous, brothel boxing, win, severe concussion inflicted
Kills
3
Sara was dragged naked into the room beyond the poster, her blue top ripped away by the furious redhead screaming hatred at her. Having stolen the ginger Gladiatrixes man (and exiling her from the brothel she lived at, not even letting her get her clothing) less than a week ago, she had been expected a rematch challenge, but not so suddenly.
Tessa let out a gasp of air as Sara's foot collided with her stomach, the brunette twisting on the floor as the furious redhead tore away the thin blue top she'd been wearing. Falling back on her ass with a wince, the ginger Gladiatrix had tears in her eyes, not from pain, she was too enraged to be hurt by such a glancing blow, but just from looking at the desperate brunette and remembering their last fight.
As Sara had been celebrating her recent tournament win with Tessa's boyfriend, the redhead had barged in, fully prepared to murder the whore fucking her man. Instead, due entirely to a lucky blow, Sara had knocked her out and spent the next several hours punishing Tessa's failure with a host of sex toys, all the while making the crying redhead watch as her man enjoyed the brunette's body in every way.
With a scream, Tessa threw herself forward, clawing madly at the retreating brunette whore. She had set up a high-end flying camera beforehand, in addition to whatever hidden cameras Shyla no doubt had filming. The small flashlight-shaped bauble moved around the room, trying to keep both Gladiatrixes in frame at all times. Once Sara was dead, Tessa would send it to Vincent, and get her man back in the proper Gladiatrix fashion, through victory.
Her ass dragging across the soft carpeting, Sara's back slammed against the wall and as she raised a foot in between Tessa's heavy breasts. Redirecting the redhead to the side, the brunette rolled away to get her feet under her as her enemy slammed into the ground on her side.
Sara barely had a moment to take stock of her surroundings, a plush bedroom, draped all over in the same red Tessa was wearing, before the busty ginger tackled her, shoulder digging right into the brunette's ribs. Flung to the soft flooring with the cackling madwoman on top of her, Sara gagged in pain as Tessa managed to punch her directly in her uncovered pussy.
Tessa's laughter cut off suddenly as Sara somehow slipped right out of her grasp, backhanding a fist across the redhead's eyes in the process. The brunette landed on her shoulders with a soft grunt, her legs tangled up with the surprised ginger's arms as the woman kneeled on the carpeting.
Kicking out as hard a she could, Sara launched her attacker backwards, the shocked redhead landing just a few inches short of having her skull smashed against the wall baseboard. Grinning, Sara pushed herself up, thankful for all the time she'd had to spend extricating herself from Blair's grappling during her recently ended training.
The crimson sheeted bed at the center of the room was in the shape of a heart, and Sara leapt up onto the high edged mattress, sinking at least a few inches into the ridiculously plush spread. Turning around as Tessa got to her feet and stumbled forward, the brunette let out a yell and hurled herself back off the bed, driving a flying kick right into her enemy's breasts and sending them both toppling to the ground.
Screaming in pain and rage, Tessa managed to shove herself off the ground as Sara was still rolling, barely catching herself from slamming into the wall. Knee dropping onto the brunette's side, she gripped the woman by her dark hair and cocked back a fist.
Snapping her head back as Tessa tried to punch her in the face, Sara narrowly avoided being hit as the redhead's fist crashed into the ground. Swinging her arm out wide, the brunette hammered a blow right into Tessa's bruised tits and knocked the woman back. Rolling forward, she came to her feet just as her enemy chased after.
Grabbing her opponent by the hair, Tessa snarled as she punched the brunette in the same spot she'd just dropped onto her. As Sara twisted in her grip and slapped her hard across the face, she kept aiming for that same spot. If she could crack a rib, or break it completely, the man stealing slut would be helpless to fend her off.
Throwing herself forward, Sara's tits slapped against Tessa's face as she dug her knee into the surprised redhead's stomach. No doubt the woman expected a fistfight, but Sara wasn't about to give her one. She knew from the secret videos Vincent had shown her that Tessa was dangerous in a straight up fight, but wasn't very imaginative.
As Tessa stumbled backwards, one hand clutching her belly as the other was still tangled in Sara's hair, she shrieked in pain as the brunette dragged nails across her bruised breast and then slammed an open palm right into her collarbone, flinging her backwards.
Grimacing as some of her hair was ripped out, Sara considered it worth it as the busty redhead's shoulder hit the edge of the huge bed, rebounding her disjointedly to the floor in an uncontrolled roll. Taking a few steps back, Sara charged forward, driving her foot into Tessa's hanging tits as the woman tried desperately to push herself off the floor. Her enemy landing more or less on her ass, her back pressed against the base of the bed, the brunette let out a sharp yell as he raised her foot for a stomp to the woman's throat.
Grabbing Sara's ankle with both hands as it streaked towards her, Tessa yanked it high above her head. The brunette's heel pushing along the top of the bed, the shocked woman was forced into a sudden painful splits, her bared crotch ramming down on the redhead's face hard enough to bash Tessa senseless and prompt a pained squeal from the brunette Gladiatrix.
Collapsing limply on top of Tessa, Sara held her wounded pussy with both hands as her ass dragged down the woman's tits before slamming down on the redhead's crimson covered crotch. Her weight waking Tessa from her stunned reverie, both Gladiatrixes screamed in rage as they latched claws on one another.
Twisting hard, Sara dug her foot into the bed and kicked herself backwards, her nails digging into Tessa's massive bust hauling the shrieking redhead after. Screaming at the pain of Tessa's claws sliding along her ribs, Sara shoved the woman up and punched her squarely in the jaw.
Tessa once again briefly went limp, crashing to the floor beside the gasping Sara before blinking stars from her eyes and rolling away before a follow up attack could land. After a false push up where her shaking arm gave out, the redhead shoved her way to her knees opposite the equally unsteady brunette.
The small flying camera spun a slow circle around the panting ladies, both covered in sweat and dripping blood from a few slash marks. Ending up looking at both Gladiatrixes in profile, it seemed to be pointing at the large bed beside them. Noticing the camera, Tessa nodded her head at the bedspread, "How about we finish this where it belongs, slut?"
Sara spat at Tessa feet before answering, "You're just jealous cause I'm Vince's slut, and I'll kill you wherever you want to fucking die."
Careful to keep their eyes on one another, the Gladiatrixes each took measured steps towards the bed. Circling the red bedspread until they were on opposite ends. Sara at the pointed tip of the heart shaped mattress, Tessa leaning over the symmetrical bumps, bruised chest hanging over the bed as she dug her knuckles into the sheets.
"I'm gonna fuck my man for days, after he sees what I'm about to do to you, bitch." Tessa growled before climbing onto the bed, keeping on her knees as she slowly advanced.
Sara laughed darkly at the threat, "I don't even think I'll bother telling Vince what happens to you. Like he'd fucking care that some worthless cunt like you died." Sliding onto the plush bed, the brunette crawled forward on her hands and knees, smirking at the scowl she'd prompted from her enemy.
As Tessa went to throw the first punch, Sara launched herself to the side, pivoting on her hip and swinging her foot out instead to smash heavily against the ginger's large tits. As Tessa gasped with surprise and pain, she drew her leg back and rammed her heel right into the woman's left nipple, crushing the heavy breast flat.
Knocked to her back with her legs tucked under her, Tessa let out a pained howl as she cupped a swollen breast. She screamed in fear as Sara landed on top of her a moment later, crotch snugging up right below the wounded tits, thighs squeezing the ginger's boobs together. Lashing out wildly, she backhanded her knuckles right across Sara's mouth in a small mist of blood, but cried out as the brunette retaliated with a powerful downward punch directly to her nose with a wet [Bcrunch[/B].
Gripping a sweaty and swollen tit with her nails digging in deep, Sara smashed her fist over and over again into Tessa's face, blood drawing back with every strike to dot her skin as she unleashed everything she had. Slamming her numbed fist down repeatedly into the redhead's shattered nose, the brunette started up a primal scream of rage as her strikes picked up speed without sacrificing strength.
Finally falling back, shaking her aching hand and gasping in body shaking lungfuls of air, Sara looked down at the whimpering mess that had been her enemy. Groaning, she pushed herself off the broken ginger and collapsed to the bedsheets to catch her breath.
Reaching over, Sara gripped Tessa's red shorts and pulled them down around the woman's ankles as she hauled herself to a sitting position. Smacking the limp ginger's legs apart, the brunette chuckled as she sucked on her bloody fingers before driving them deep into the beaten Gladiatrixes cunt. "Be a good little slut and I'll kill you quick, bitch." she whispered at the moaning redhead, who obediently shifted to accommodate her opponent fingering her more easily.
Massaging one of Tessa's swollen tits with one hand, Sara gently worked first one finger then two deep inside the groaning woman. Too weak to even lift her arms, the redheaded Gladiatrix did her best to focus on the pleasurable experience and not the aching in her breasts or the raging agony of her broken face.
Tessa screamed as Sara knee dropped onto her midsection, she hadn't even realized the woman had raised up over her. Done with the light fondling and getting Tessa good and wet, that was when the laughing Sara ripped the redhead's leg up for better access and drove almost her entire hand deep into the shrieking woman's pussy. Pounding her open hand back and forth without rhythm, she worked it up to a blinding speed as she forced the screaming ginger to cum hard all over the crimson sheets.
The flying camera zooming in for a closeup of Tessa's orgasm, it buzzed angrily as Sara's bloody fingers closed around it's narrow shaft. A moment later Tessa's howls became a soundless gasp as the camera was forced entirely into her throbbing cunt, Sara driving it in point first then punching the end to lodge it.
The buzzing device gave off an uncomfortable amount of heat after having been running for the better part of an hour, as Tessa had decided to open up her "seduction" video to Vincent with a prolonged video of her first stripping down before gently masturbating to the camera and only putting on her red bottoms when a sensor warned her Sara was inbound. Now, dug deep within the redhead and struggling to free itself to no avail, the camera was an instrument of pure torture.
Crawling over the weakly thrashing Tessa, Sara hauled the woman across the bed by her hair, blood and cum covered hands digging into the ginger's scalp. Placing her enemy with just her head hanging off the bed, directly between the heart's top bumps, the brunette stood tall on the plush bed and dropped to one knee, smashing down on Tessa's unsupported face with a sharp crack that snapped the suddenly silent woman's neck beyond breaking point.
Gripping the very end of the still shuddering camera, Sara ripped it out of her dead enemy and held it aloft, forcing it to look down her blood spattered and naked body, with the ruined Tessa just in view behind her as the camera focused first on her, then the dead redhead and back again.
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Laughing giddily, Shyla sat in a room surrounded by televisions with her man, Mike, and her redheaded friend Molly. Watching gleefully as Sara yanked her new camera out of the dead Tessa and posed for it. Hitting a button on her specially built remote, she allowed a secret door to slide open on the far side of the room from where Sara had so hilariously entered.
Molly pouted as the brunette cautiously walked out of the room, leaving Tessa where she lay on the bed. While she'd have killed Tessa herself if the woman had ever once gotten in her way, she didn't like seeing her cousin so humiliatingly executed. Unlike Molly's, Tessa's mother had never become a Gladiatrix, and the now dead ginger had been doing a good job of honouring the family tradition until tonight.
Grabbing Tessa out of the gutter had been a total fluke, and if Sara hadn't shown up tonight Shyla probably would have set the redhead loose on her once Eve and Blair were dead. As it was though, the brunette had earned her reward for acting much like Shyla herself wanted to. Stealing another Gladiatrix's man and then executing the humiliated woman when she attempted to get him back. For that, she opened up the hallway that would lead Sara to the entrance of the apartment.
Sara would live on in the knowledge that Shyla had managed to kill the pair of busty veterans she had come with. If, at a later date the slim brunette wanted to seek revenge, then maybe the blonde would let Molly take some familial revenge.
For now though, the pair of Gladiatrixes focused on the same TV Mike was watching, where his ex wife had just butchered the completely out-of-her-depth Sunny. Shyla grinned at watching her rival win without injury, she'd left orders that nobody kill Eve, but if the bitch got roughed up a bit before facing the blonde herself, that would be okay too.
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