The Talent Scout (Part VI)

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.

The Talent Scout
Chapter II
Making A Start

http://img161.imagetwist.com/th/14487/e45spryvjvtu.jpg
Summer was pissed, and felt that her manager was holding her back. While it was true that in the past few weeks she'd made more money than she'd ever suspected a pro-fighter could make in a year (let alone an unprofessional bar brawler like herself), she wanted more than money.

That Summer knew of, she had received three deathmatch challenges by women she'd fought, and Wyatt had made her ignore every one. She appreciated that he'd lost previous fighters due to their impatience, but those bitches hadn't had anything on Summer.

Having just won another bar fight, the busty brunette almost angrily went down on Wyatt. He'd set her up against some blonde that had barely even put up a fight. Barely two minutes in and Summer had stood over the would-be fighter, blood on her knuckles and piss on her feet.

Wyatt had promised his champion that the poor woman he'd lined up was going to be a real challenge. Honestly she'd lasted longer than he'd thought she would, although Summer seemed to have dragged it out as much as she could. The blonde had been nothing more than a warm-up, he wanted Summer to have the pent-up rage she always seemed to feel after either losing or having an easy match (although in several weeks, she'd suffered only four defeats, out of dozens of fights).

As usual, the big TV screen in their living room played videos from the professional Titfighter's League. A taped match having just ended, a cartoonish animation played of the League's mascot. A huge titted blonde, "Voluptuous Velma," tugged a only slightly smaller busted redhead around by the nipples before slamming her to the floor. Pouncing on the doomed redhead, Velma smothered the prone loser as the scene faded to the League's golden logo.

Wyatt sighed and came hard as he heard what he'd been waiting for, the apartment's outer door opening. Summer's real scheduled opponent had just arrived, even if she herself thought she was being sneaky.

Summer reared back at the sound of the door. Wyatt had rigged it right after they got the place, giving it a distinctive squeak to help prevent ambush attacks. Growling at the idea of being interupted, the brunette pulled her cum-slick boobs away from her man and stood facing the room's closed door.

Having stripped down to just leggings and shoes, the interloper kicked the door so hard it splintered. Rushing in to the room, the nearly naked brunette's eyes first went to Wyatt on the couch, before narrowing and snapping to the waiting Summer, she knew she'd been found out and lost any element of surprise.

http://img28.imagetwist.com/th/14463/4maf0og9vty0.jpg
Lisa- A brunette fighter with a grudge, Lisa promised herself the first time she ever saw Summer that she'd be the one to end the would-be pro-fighter's career before it started. Coming from a long line of warrior women, Lisa is a bar-fighter and pro-hopeful like Summer. Being one of the few women to get the better of Summer, Lisa savagely beat her after one of her friends tagged the otherwise winning woman in the head with a beer bottle in a barfight. Wanting to both prove herself the truly better fighter, and maybe impress Wyatt enough to sponsor her, Lisa quickly agreed to this private ambush when Wyatt contacted her. She will beat Summer down, torture her for as long as possible, and then murder her with nothing but two blood-soaked hands.

The brunettes faced off awkwardly, Lisa had expected to take Summer unawares, and Summer hadn't expected to fight again at all tonight. Lisa finally spoke up and broke the silence, "I've been waiting to do this for a while, bitch!"

Summer laughed loudly and untensed, even with her enemy only a few feet in front of her. "Oh please, you think you've been waiting?" Since their first match, Summer had frequently imagined Lisa dying at her hands, "You made a big mistake trying to take me on without your little friend to help you out." Many of her murderous daydreams included choking the life from that friend as well.

Raising her fists and stepping forward, Lisa scowled and threw a jab at the unconcerned Summer. Scoring a straight shot to the surprised brunette's chest, Lisa swore and withdrew her now sticky fist in disgust. "What the fuck?" was all she got to say before Summer retaliated.

While she'd expected Lisa to rant at her first (their first fight had had Lisa going on at length about how screwed Summer was before the bell), Summer launched in to action the moment the fight was on. As Lisa recoiled in surprise at the cumload she'd just splattered her fist against, Summer surged forward, smashing her own fist into Lisa's jaw and carrying past.

Lisa was spun around by the blow, her back slamming Summer off course as she stumbled into the oncoming brunette. Taking a few wobbly steps forward, she snarled and whirled around.

Facing off once again, the two brunettes waded into one another. This time, when Lisa's fist smacked wetly against Summer's breasts, she just kept throwing punches. Taking several potshots to the face, Lisa screamed and hurled herself forward.

Summer screamed in surprise as her opponent slammed into her. Her white silk panties grabbed at the hips, the busty brunette slipped and was hurled into the floor. Her shoulder slamming into the hardwood, she shrieked piercingly as Lisa's knee landed heavily on her crotch.

Still gripping Summer by her panties, Lisa rolled sharply to the side. Levering the screaming brunette up and over with her knee still firmly planted, Lisa grinned evilly as she crashed Summer's head against the floor. Slowly raising to her knees, Lisa gripped the torn pair of white panties in her closed fist as she loomed over the senseless Summer.

Groaning as she was rolled to her back, Summer was blasted back to her senses as Lisa's fist crashed down in to her jaw. Flailing her arms, she managed to redirect the second punch directly into the floor beside her head. Trying to get up as Lisa screamed in pain and rage, Summer didn't see the uppercut coming.

The pain in her left hand was forgotten as Lisa watched Summer's blood spew across the hardwood in a straight line. Overbalanced, the brunette fell to the side and rolled away from the prone Summer.

Summer spat up more blood and one broken tooth as she shuddered on the floor. Gasping and gagging, she lifted herself up to one elbow to get eyes on the cackling Lisa. In fury, she swung her foot up, missing her mark of Lisa's uncovered pussy, she at least dug her toe in to the grinning brunette's kneecap.

As Lisa screamed in surprise and pain, Summer reached out and grabbed a few strands of long brown hair. Tugging hard, it was her turn to cackle as Lisa's skull cracked against the unyielding floor.

The fight devolved briefly into a slapping match, the brunettes smacking and clawing at one another as they hurled curses. Finally swinging their shoed feet up, they kicked one another away with equal gasps of pain.

It was Wyatt's tough little Summer that got up first. Stern and silent in contrast to the cursing Lisa, she slowly got to her feet as the intruding brunette was still on her knees.

Realising Summer was advancing on her, Lisa tried to get to her feet. Putting weight on her purpling knee, she shrieked in sudden agony and grabbed at her injury. Grabbed by the scalp, she was momentarily defenceless as Summer swung her own knee forward.

Blood sprayed out to either side as Summer's knee crushed Lisa's nose. Wyatt's champion grinned tiredly as she drew her enemy's head back to survey her handiwork.

While Lisa's arms hung limply by her sides, it took two more such blows to truly knock her into unconsciousness. Weeping openly, the brunette struggled not to be knocked out as her broken nose was smashed flat.

Throwing Lisa's heavy body to the floor with a wet thud right in front of Wyatt, Summer smiled proudly as she stood over her defeated enemy.

On the tv screen behind Summer was playing a Titfighting League's between match animation. The brunette turned to watch it, distracted by the sudden orgasmic groans. This animation was always played before any match where two fighters fought over a man. It showed the stacked blonde, Voluptuous Velma in the center of the ring, her giant chest pressed down on an unfortunate black fighter as an ebony skinned man fucked the cumming blonde from behind.

Stroking her tits and biting her bottom lip, Summer decided Velma had the right idea. Motioning Wyatt to take position behind her, she dragged Lisa's deadweight to the center of the room.

Her large breasts dangling dangerously over Lisa's upturned face, Summer glanced back at Wyatt, watching hungrily as he took his place behind her. Shaking her ass as he tried to penetrate her, she gleefully kept him from his goal for several long seconds.

When Wyatt finally plunged his cock into Summer's bruised cunt, she screamed in pain and delight. Mashing her tits down over Lisa's face, she engulfed the brunette's head.

Summer bucked wildly, barely managing to keep her breasts pinning the unconscious Lisa's mouth and nose. Screaming in pain as she orgasmed, it was well worth it as she collapsed panting, feeling her dying enemy's involuntary shudders.

Lifting off of Lisa's still frame, Summer laughed ecstatically over her first kill since leaving the brothel. She had Wyatt take a photo of her victory, of her kneeling over the blood and cum covered brunette she'd just killed. Hands on hips and winking, Summer planned to soon send Lisa's friend to meet her in hell.