The Club- Sibling Rivalry

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.

***Based on a Story suggestion by SwordKing. Two sisters duke it out in a non-fatal boxing match over issues of inheritance at the Club's poolside venue. I don't know how good I am at describing real boxing, so I gave the match a little bit of Club flair to make up for it***

When a Club Member is killed in a legal deathmatch, her accounts, possessions and even property are given fully to her killer, or split up in the case of team matches. Not all Members die in official matches though.

In the case of an illegal kill the deceased's estate is given to next of kin, if the Member has no family then it is simply absorbed into the Club's own bank.

Last week longtime veteran Amelia, a boxing extraordinaire, was one such illegal kill. The fit brunette, a Member for fifteen years was attacked and killed in her sleep (killed by a new Member she'd humiliated in the ring, long after she'd forgotten about the short match), although her killer set up the room afterwords to make it look like it had been a fair fight. As such, all of her accounts and possessions left unstolen were given directly to her two daughters, Members both.

Completely unable to divy up their mother's belongings, the two sisters immediately fell to what they always did when in disagreement. Beating the shit out of one another. With two broken windows, a shattered chair, and countless bruises, no definitive decision was reached over who should get what.

Now, two days later (long enough for the bruises to be healed, soon enough that feelings still ran hot) the sisters are meeting up again, this time in an official capacity. A boxing match at the Club's poolside venue, winner take all.

The Sisters

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Desi: A celebrated boxer, just like her mother, Desi thinks of herself as the proper heir and plans to beat her sister unconscious as viciously as possible. Far more professional than her slut of a sister, Desi has been responsible for dozens of knockouts, and more than a couple kills of her own. Feeling she won the fight a few days ago, she is confident that her sister will soon suffer a sufficiently epic beatdown.
Fun Fact: Desi is one of the few Members to make a legal kill in a non-deathmatch. Snapping her opponent's neck with a solid punch to the face. Since her foe went from fully concious to dead, it was declared a clean and legal kill.

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Gabby: Rarely seen in the ring, Amelia's slutty younger daughter prefers the cage and private fights to boxing venues. Not as fundamentally skilled as her sister, Gabby makes up for it by being a dirty fighter. Not interested in continuing her mother's legacy like Desi is, Gabby just wants the money.
Fun Fact: It would surprise everyone to know that Gabby actually has more kills than her more celebrated sister. Rarely stopping when her opponent is unconscious in any private fight with a man present.

The Match

Not about to start anything before the match, the sisters walked out together. Their rivalry had never escalated into outright hatred, even if one of them was about to be beaten into unconsciousness.

Each wore gloves taken fro their mothers collection. Amelia had worn different gloves for every deathmatch she ever fought over fifteen years, and her daughters had both chosen special gloves. Desi's were from her mother's first boxing deathmatch; used to relentlessly pummel a busty redhead to death against a turnbuckle. Gabby had opted for the pair Amelia had once worn in a Brothel grudge match; those black gloves had once been covered in both blood and cum, from different sources.

Using the complimentary rafts, both brunette's floated out to the ring. The shaky floating footing was sure to make the boxing interesting.

Desi, like her mother, wore only a basic pair of black athletic panties. Leaving her firm tanned breasts bare for the crowd. Like any Club Member she was no prude, but did feel that a sports top would sometimes be a good idea.

Gabby, wanting to spice things up if her sister wouldn't, was going to start the fight already nude, aside from some non-combat booties that would soak instantly if touching water. She made sure to warm up with stretches against her corner turnbuckle, to the pleasure of the men and lesbians in the audience.

The ref, an excitable brunette happy to witness any kind of violence, wore her black and white stripes in bikini form. Swimming to the ring she didn't even squeeze the water out of her long hair, dripping as she set up in the center of the octagon.

With the sisters prepared and the audience waiting, the ref got the fighters to touch gloves and shouted "Begin!" as she backed off.

Desi, in a proper boxers stance, came out swinging high. Her sister, aimed much lower and dove forward. They traded equal blows, a heavy thud to Gabby's face was met with a solid thump right into Desi's box.

Gabby hit the mat on her tits and rolled right back up as Desi quickly backed off, covering her crotch with one gloved hand. The older brunette spat out, "Goddamnit Gab, you are such a bitch sometimes!"

With one hand cradling her now aching cunt, Desi still managed to block a flurry of blows from her advancing sister. Punching one of Gabby's arms out wide she retaliated with a strong uppercut that finally knocked the young slut backwards. Now beginning her own advance, she raised both gloves and stepped forward.

Gabby took one step back only to purposefully fall to her back, sending her swinging foot right up into her sisters already punched pussy. Water sloshed over the ring edge as Desi screamed in pain and backed off.

The ref's whistle pieced both fighter's ears as she lept forward. Keeping Gabby from attacking her currently downed sibling. Kicks below the waist were not allowed (only standing kick-boxing style strikes ere allowed above the waist, stomping on a downed opponent was a different violation) and Desi was given a minute to recover. Another violation and Gabby might be subjected to punishment at the ref's discretion. She usually chose to give herself one free punch to the rule-breaker's eye for every infraction (in regulated deathmatches the cheater might even have a hand tied behind her back).

After her minute had passed, Desi got to her feet with fire in her eyes (and a throbbing in her crotch). When the two brunette's met up again in center ring it was for the crowd to witness true boxing skill. After several experimental jabs back and forth, Gabby tried for a strong right hook only for Desi to deftly dodge it and return with another devastating uppercut.

This time when Gabby backed away, Desi stepped in close. Placing herself one leg inside her younger sister's backpedalling stance Desi threw her elbow back, relishing it the crunch it made against Gabby's nose.

Once again the ref's whistle sounded as Gabby hit the mat. This time with an arc of blood instead of a smile. No using elbows offensively was another rule broken, now if either sister cheated there would be ramifications.

The ref tore off her own bra (prompting cheers from crowd), using it to press under Gabby's surprisingly unbroken nose. The blood flow quickly stained the white and black top, but was mostly mopped up within the minute alotted.

Sniffling from her bloody nose, Gabby tapped her gloves together to signal she was ready. Desi was waiting against one of the turnbuckles, standing in the water seeping onto the ring due to her weight.

Gabby moved forward less recklessly than usual, keeping her guard up as she advanced on her sister. When Desi first threw a punch the younger brunette stepped back and rocketed forward with a surprise strait shot that connected solidly with a wap.

Desi's return uppercut met with nothing but air, Gabby having moved to the left after striking. Getting into two good punches to Desi's body, Gabby retreated across the ring as her older sister recovered from the shock of being outboxed.

The audience's cheering was reaching a fever pitch as the sisters met up in the center of the floating ring. Trading practice jabs it was Gabby who got in the first good hit. Feinting a strait shot at her siblings face, the young slut fell to her knees and once again slammed a gloved fist right into Desi's bruised cunt.

Desi, despite blinding pain aimed all her anger downwards. Hooking her kneeling sister right across the face with enough force to bodily throw the girl across the ring.

Gabby spat blood out as she dazedly rolled to her knees. She didn't have any kind of guard up when Desi, stumbling because she couldn't feel her legs, threw all her weight into a cross-ring punch. Running as fast as she could across the five feet separating them she dove fist forward into Gabby's face.

The crowd erupted as both sisters hit the mat, a blood stream from Gabby's face already hitting the ring edge. Neither shifted an inch, splayed out side by side unconscious. Gabby by clean knock-out, Desi finally succumbing to pain and bashing her head as she hit the floor. Whoever woke up first would be the winner.

A counter started, if after two minutes both were still unconscious, it would be one of the Club's few official ties (first of the year too). At a minute thirty neither had so much as shifted. At a minute fifty both started to twitch.

With two seconds to go, Gabby sat up strait, an adrenaline surge at not knowing where she was. She blinked blearily as the roar of the crowd overtook her, and nearly jumped when the excited ref grabbed her left arm and hoisted it high, declaring Gabby the winner.

Gabby laughed nervously as the fight came flooding back to her. Suddenly as excited as the referee she waved at the cheering crowd. Beside her, Desi grumbled and started pushing herself off the ground.

Desi looked around as dazedly as her sister had a moment ago. Only to be knocked back to a long sleep by a vicious backhand by the victorious Gabby.

Supported in part by the topless ref, Gabby smiled happily for the camera beside her tits up sister. She now had enough money to keep herself on top for a long time. Desi would just have to get by on her own skills.

I'm a bit disappointed. I was pulling for Desi. the finish also feels odd as I just can't see Gabby recovering first from that attack.

Basically any ending I made with Desi winning felt too expected. And Gabby probably wasn't hit by as much force as it seemed, Desi was just about to pass out on that final punch.

I can understand that to an extent. The problem is the finish just makes Gabby look stronger which is likely what is bothering me considering the build pointed out Desi being the better fighter. It just doesn't really show at all in the writing.

I like to think they are actually pretty even when it comes to power and durability, Gabby is just more reckless and unprofessional. Desi would have won a strait up fight with no low blows, instead her one cheating move didn't do as much damage as she thought and in return she gets box boxed multiple times (and kicked without warning). I did flip back and forth while writing it even more than I typically do, Desi wasn't exactly destined to lose, I just ended up liking Gabby's bitchy fighting moreso.

I think it was another of your excellent tales. I have been watching this "world" of yours and enjoy the new twists that you come up to keep it fresh. As always, I look forward to our next journey to The Club!