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.
Occasionally fight promoters in the Club catch a lucky break and manage to find true veterans willing to end each other. In this case two famous fighters with no real grudge have agreed to a death-match.
The match was billed as "Tits Vs. Ass- Smother to the Finish." Even in the largest ring arena available, the tickets fully sold out. Two crowd favourite veterans fighting to the death, nobody wanted to miss it.
The Tits:
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Winter- Queen of the tit smother, Winter has built a fighting career around her massive breasts. While not smothering foes in every fight, she has yet to kill an opponent any other way. Winter will fight anyone, but typically reserves death for women equally as busty as herself. She only agreed to this after being told the proposed name, liking the idea of a good versus match.
Fun Fact: Winter has a large family unit of Club members. Mother, sisters and even a few daughters. All identical except for age, all being clones of Winter's mother.
The Ass:
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Lisa- Less commonly seen in the ring than Winter, Lisa is more known for engaging in bedroom fights. Her title of "the ass" is well earned from both her preferences for sitting on opponent's faces and anal sex, one immediately following the other when possible. Lisa technically instigated this fight, by suggesting the title to a fight promoter she was seeing. Although she didn't care who it was against, just so long as they were properly endowed.
Fun Fact: Lisa's personal porn channel is one of the most viewed outside the Club. Unlike most channels, hers features very little combat (only her official death-matches make it on), instead relying on entire days worth of anal-play footage.
The Fight
Without intending to, the pugilistas wore opposite colours. Winter in her favourite white lingerie, choosing to start topless just to show off her all important tits. Lisa, in a black thong to show off her cheeks, choosing a matching black top that strained against her own impressive bust.
They entered the ring at the same time to an excited crowd. Both wore short robes that only just covered the assets people had come to see. Lisa let hers slip off, kicking it under the ropes. Winter whipped her own robe off and flung it into the front rows. Two blondes scrabbled over the trophy, nobody even payed attention as one used the robe tie to choke the other unconscious (A week later the victor was mysteriously found drowned in her jacuzzi).
Mutually approaching to the center of the overly large ring, the women squared off before the buzzer.
Winter looked around at the cheering crowd before speaking first. "I can't believe you actually called it Smother to the Finish. It's like you wanted me to be the one to kill you." She smiled sweetly and rubbed a hand on Lisa's perky tit, feeling the hard nipple beneath the top's fabric. "You didn't need to get me a crowd for that, I'd have killed you anywhere."
Lisa placed both hands on Winter's ample cleavage, testing how soft or hard her boobs were. Completely ignoring Winter's threats she started on her own. "These really are nice, maybe I'll have them mounted on my wall." She didn't really mean it, but it was a tempting thought (In the Club's ancient beginnings, such brutal trophy taking was once commonplace).
Winter couldn't help but grin, "Why don't you take a closer look then?" She stepped in closer, being taller this put her tits uncomfortably close to Lisa's face. "Going to shit yourself when I force them on you?"
The smaller woman gave one strong shove, pushing Winter back a few steps. Having lost her temper Lisa practically snarled at her busty opponent, "Fuck you, I'm going to tear those tits off and kill you with them, bitch." This time, Lisa was actually angry enough to possibly follow through on her threat.
Having won the verbal fight, Winter smirked and went back to her corner as the ref counted down the start buzzer. She quickly made one last stretch using the turnbuckle, not even facing Lisa, who was limbering up in her own corner.
The ref finished her countdown, needlessly blowing her ref's whistle with enthusiasm as the buzzer drowned it out. As with most death-matches she would have very little to do. Nobody dared to cheat in fatal finish fights.
Lisa rushed forward, while she was typically more of a wrestler than a brawler she really wanted to see Winter beaten to a pulp. The buzzer hadn't even finished sounding when she slammed into the bigger brunette, who had braced in her corner.
Winter manoeuvred to the side as Lisa crashed shoulder first into her midsection. What would have been a devastating blow merely glanced her, while Lisa smashed full force into the barely padded turnbuckle. Doubling over from the hit, Winter grabbed two handfulls of dark, shiny hair and pushed Lisa down beneath her.
Lisa was partially stunned by her reckless charge into turnbuckle. She came back to senses though when Winter slammed her to the ground. Immediately trying to get up she was stopped by Winter stomping down on her.
Winter wished she'd worn sharpened heels. Gripping Lisa by the hair and driving her shoeless heel into the downed woman's back. As she raised up her foot for a fourth stomp though Lisa managed to reach back and grab her standing leg.
A lucky grab on Lisa's part, she still used it to her advantage, yanking so hard she tore Winter's white leggings half-off. Winter slammed heavily onto her back beside Lisa. Even after being stomped on, Lisa managed to get up before Winter could recover.
Winter bashed her head when she fell, seeing stars she tried to shake it off. Not recovering quickly enough, her head was slammed back into the mat as Lisa landed ass first on her face.
The crowd cheered at the early smother attempt. Most wanted to see a real fight, but seeing a veteran like Winter go down so quickly would be entertaining in its own way.
Lisa instantly regretted not facing down Winter's body, as she had no way to attack the squirming woman beneath her. As Winter struggled Lisa managed to grab one of her flailing hands, but the free one painfully punched Lisa in her already injured back.
As Lisa stiffened from the partially accidental punch, Winter yanked hard with her trapped hand and dragged her off.
Thus began a chaotic scrabbling as both women tried to gain the upper hand. Lisa punched Winter right in the tit. Winter kicked Lisa in the thigh. Lisa tried to get up by quickly crawling away. Winter wouldn't let her go, pulling her back by her g-string, which snapped from the tension.
Lisa threw an elbow backwards as she fell onto her magnificent ass. Smashing directly in between Winter's surprised eyes. Lisa smiled as Winter once again thudded heavily to the mat. Nursing her elbow, she slowly got up.
Winter lay semi-concious on the ground. She was completely unable to defend herself when Lisa plopped down on her stomach.
Lisa yanked the tit queen's arms down, pinning them by her sides. She raised her arms in victory for the crowd to cheer her on. There were plenty of women screaming for her to execute Winter, including the ref (she didn't care who won, she just wanted to see death in the ring).
Instead of once again going for the smother, Lisa brought both arms down, slamming a fist into each huge tit. As Winter reflexively tried to sit up, Lisa gleefully punched her in the face.
The crowd counter out how many times Lisa punched Winter in the face. Looming over the still partially concious brunette, Lisa slammed her fist down again and again. Interspersing the heavy blows with slaps back and forth to keep Winter awake.
When the crowd reached twenty Lisa stopped. Hauling Winter over to the corner by her hair, she stopped several times to kick the limp woman.
Winter was completely out, unaware of Lisa positioning her against her own starting turnbuckle. Upside down, with her legs over the middle ropes.
Lisa knelt over her foe, whispering to her, "Well maybe I won't tear them off, but I'm still gonna fucking kill you with your own tits." Without further ado she sat down on Winter's chest. Forcing the stacked brunette to smother herself.
The crowd laughed as Lisa bounced up and down a few times. When Winter's legs fell off the ropes Lisa grabbed them to give herself more leverage. Winter's tits were too perky to seal the smother properly.
With the excitement of not only winning a death-match, but specifically killing a veteran like Winter, Lisa couldn't wait till after the match. Spreading her legs apart he gave the audience in front of her a full view of her powerful orgasm. Helping it along was the thought of maybe killing Winter's relatives when they inevitably sought retribution.
The crowd's cheering and laughter suddenly halted when Winter pitched forward. Smashing the bewildered Lisa face first into the ground. Winter ended up sitting on the back of Lisa's head, surprisingly concious, understandably furious.
The cheering began again, fiercer than ever when Winter, face and chest covered in blood and cum, started laying into the prone Lisa with her fists. Winter didn't get a good reaction from the knocked-out woman though, not until she leaned forward and dug two sharp fingers into Lisa's swollen cunt.
Lisa, her face covered in blood from a broken nose, came awake screaming. Winter's ass thudded down again and again on her head, crushing her injured face against the mat over and over. While expert torturing fingers clawed in her hot box.
Winter kept pummelling, fingering and bouncing till she was covered in sweat. Not stopping till long after Lisa had stopped struggling against her assault. Finally standing, Winter repeatedly kicked the unconscious woman till she was flipped over.
Lisa lay tits up on the mat, her bloody face a mess and her swollen cunt on display for all to see. Winter tore off the clingy black top Lisa wore, leaving her as fully exposed and humiliated as possible.
All four of Lisa's limbs rose in unison when Winter ass dropped directly onto her face.
Winter stood again, walking around the ring with her arms upraised in victory. Many were calling for her to finish it, nobody booing or asking for her to show mercy.
After a few more stomps to Lisa's stomach, hoping the broken woman would wake up enough to be aware of her death, Winter took her expected position. Ass down on Lisa's midsection, dangerous tits hanging over the shallowly breathing mouth.
A timer started when Winter pressed down. Lisa didn't twitch once as it climbed. At three minutes, twenty seconds the death buzzer sounded.
Winter didn't sit up for her victory photo, bloodied but smiling she looked up into the camera. Usually she took bras as a trophy, today Winter took her opponent's thong.
Tits: 1
Ass: 0
