The Talent Scout (part VII)

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

Summer sat in her waiting room, pumping herself up for the coming match by watching her previous weeks fight on her phone. She was one of eight people who had access to the video, although Wyatt had made sure to spread "rumours" that let everyone that cared to know just who had won the deathmatch.

It had been a completely one-sided fight to the death against that bitch Lisa's cheating friend. Her third deathmatch since murdering Lisa, it had been the most personal, most satisfying, and simplest. Set up by Wyatt to happen in a small private venue owned by a retired Sexfighting Champion. Aside from Wyatt and the fighters there had only been half a dozen rich women in attendance.

The brunette grinned as her on screen self straddled the doomed blonde's back, her knee digging into her enemies spine. In an extravagant room filled with sex toys and plush cushioning, she gripped blonde hair with one hand while shoving an unlubed dildo into the screaming woman's ass.

An uninjured and naked Summer showed no mercy, brutalising the battered blonde for several minutes. Switching between the dildo and simply punching till the blonde collapsed from exhaustion and agony. Yanking the thick rubbered cock out Summer swung the purple torture device around and calmly placed the thick rod under the blonde's chin.

Watching herself, Summer resisted the urge to masturbate, she would need all her strength soon. It was difficult though as he watched for the hundredth time as she slowly ground her knee into the back of the blonde's neck. Hauling up on the purple dildo, the on screen Summer pulverised her enemies spine, cumming hard as the dying blonde shit herself and twitched her last.

A counter above Summer lit up, one minute till the doors unlocked. Just in time to watch as the camera panned around the room. The grinning and exultant winner sat on her destroyed opponent's cum drenched head, one arm raised in victory. Several excited women exchanging money based on their own bets, and finally Wyatt, getting probably the greatest blowjob of his life from the retired champ who let them use her venue. Summer had easily resisted the urge to challenge the woman, who would have certainly killed her without difficulty (even Summer could admit that, the champ was a grappling master, and her sharp nails would have turned Summer's womanhood inside out before the bloody end).

In the present, Summer locked her phone and threw it into her bag. Standing up, she cricked her neck and jumped up and down, waving her hands to limber up, having stretched extensively for the past hour.

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The small venue was still the largest Summer had ever been in. With just over five hundred audience members, "The Bitch Lair" was the largest venue to allow deathmatches outside of the pro leagues. Tonight it was packed to capacity, from the cheap seats to the "splash zone" at ring edge.

As Summer entered the arena, her opponent was already in the large square ring. The nearly nude brunette waited impatiently for her chance to tear Summer to shreds.

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Anne- Sister to the recently deceased Lisa, and only just informed of her missing siblings exact end, Anne has no patience for showboating tonight. Just about to try for the pro leagues (Aiming at joining the "Muff Snuffers" crotch smothering league) when Wyatt showed her Summer's victory photos over her sister, Anne has put her career on hold to first kill Summer. Hardly her first deathmatch, Anne has gained quite a crowd of fans in the past two years, snuffing over a dozen women of varying skill in various underground venues (and according to rumour, even more in ambush fights). Her challenging of Summer, and wearing her missing sister's style of outfit, has only cemented the new rumour that it was her buxom brunette opponent that killed Lisa (Lisa had too many enemies for it to be obvious).

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While it had been Wyatt's idea,Summer had jumped on it, she wore a white version of Lisa's classic outfit. A simple pair of white leggings with matching heels. Classic fighting apparel, and practically the uniform of every brothel fighter.

As Summer climbed through the ropes, Anne walked right up to her, so close that Summer had to press against the ropes just to keep her in focus. The furious looking brunette leaned in close till her eyes were only inches from Summer's. She hissed, "Normally I tell my opponents 'Hope you're ready to die, bitch' but right now? Right now I hope you aren't ready." Anne placed a hand on each side of Summer, caging her against the ropes. "I'm going to make you suffer for a long fucking time before I crush you beneath my heel."

Summer smiled widely back, "You know I'm gonna cum when I take you out, right? Just like when I killed your slut sister." They talked to lowly for the ring mics to pick up, not that anyone but Anne would punish her for the confession. "You're gonna die with a mouthful of my cum, bitch."

Anne shook with barely contained rage, breathing hard, she pushed her forehead into Summer's and whispered, "I'm gonna feed you to my fucking dogs, whore. You're dead meat walking." Then spun on her heel and took her place in the far corner as Summer positioned opposite her.

The Bitch Lair had no start bell, once the fighters simultaneously touched their turnbuckles the fight was on, at any point before that a combatant could leave without issue (although backing down from a scheduled deathmatch pretty much destroyed even the most promising career). Summer's hand had barely grazed the blue fabric when Anne silently charged her.

Summer snapped to the side, throwing a jab that connected squarely between Anne's large tits. Unfazed, the pissed brunette slammed her own fist right in to Summer's jaw with all her momentum and weight.

Anne let Summer bounce on the ropes and stepped aside as the murderer rebounded on to her face. Scowling, she stomped down on the prone woman. While she didn't typically fight in shoes, preferring complete nudity, she'd make them work for her.

The ring thudded loudly as Summer rolled out of the way. The busty brunette bounded to her feet and backed up a few steps as Anne advanced on her, fists swinging wildly.

The audience chanted "Fight! Fight! Fight!" as Summer backed around the ring, ducking and dodging the oncoming Anne. The dodging streak was impressive, but these people wanted to see blood. They got it when Summer stepped forward and smashed her fist up under Anne's chin.

Blood sprayed in an arc as Anne's head snapped backwards. Hitting the ground on her shoulders, the brunette was stunned by the sudden blow, but her skull smashing in to the floor did more damage. Snarling, Anne swung her shoes at her opponent to keep her back. Her feet met nothing but air though Blinking to clear her spinning vision, Anne finally noticed Summer still standing back, hands on hips as she grinned down at her.

Summer stalked back and forth, licking her lips as she waited patiently for Anne to get back up. She giggled as Anne wiped blood away from her mouth with a fist and growled angrily up at her.

As soon as she was on her knees, Anne surged forward, barrelling her shoulder into Summer's midsection. Driving Summer against the turnbuckle, Anne screamed with exertion as she ignored several potshots to her ribs and forced her way up. Still crushing Summer against the rough blue fabric, they were now face to face.

Repeatedly digging her fists into Anne's ribcage, Summer was surprised at the strength Anne was exerting. Grunting in pain as Anne's knee smashed up between her legs, Summer gave up on trying to push her off and focused entirely on fighting back.

Anne finally got her hands to bear and dug her fingers into Summer's bust. Headbutting her enemy, Anne savaged the overwhelmed brunette with repeated knees to the crotch as she twisted her hands in opposite directions.

With another headbutt right between her eyes, Summer went limp against the ring corner. Completely unresponsive as Anne's nails sliced at her breasts, Summer was completely at the mercy on the ecstatically laughing Anne.

The crowd cheered Anne on as she climbed the ropes, "Snuff her!" The brunette had made several kills in this very ring, every time, smothering her foe with a fully aroused pussy. Anne had no intention of letting Summer die quite yet, but she'd enjoy rubbing out a quick orgasm on Summer's face before starting the real torture.

Anne positioned herself over the limp Summer, smiling for the camera she shook her ass excitedly, her cunt an inch above Summer's upturned nose.

Anne's shriek of agony reverberated throughout the arena as Summer bit into her undefended crotch.

Having faked unconsciousness, even as her tits were ripped into, Summer knew that Anne would go for the bait. Now, she lifted off the ropes, locking her teeth into soft cuntflesh as she hefted the shrieking Anne into the air.

The audience oohed and aahed as Summer took Anne to the ground. A standing bodyslam as the wailing brunette was dropped from headheight once more on to her shoulders.

Anne's screaming cut out instantly as her head bashed into the ground. Summer bounced on her bloodied tits, her forehead crushing Anne's pelvis as her teeth clenched together, drawing further blood.

Anne gasped in pain, her head lolling as her eyes spun wildly. The brunette shuddered and slapped weakly at Summer as she climbed up her body.

Summer gripped one of Anne's bared tits and hauled herself up the dazed woman. Ignoring the uncoordinated slaps, Summer cocked her fist back slowly, waiting for Anne to make eye contact.

Once again blinking away the stars, Anne's vision cleared, just in time for Summer's fist to bury into her eye. Her head ruthlessly pounded into the floor, Anne's scream of pain was almost instantly cut off by a followup punch right in to her top teeth.

Summer gleefully smashed her fist down over and over again. Holding back, Summer kept Anne conscious as she beat her to a pulp. After the initial few shots to the face, Summer worked on tenderising the struggling brunette's body.

Audience members called out areas for Summer to assault. It didn't take much for Summer to be convinced of exactly where to attack. Swinging her leg out wide, the victorious brunette slammed her bare ass down over Anne's face, gripping a knee as Anne's legs reflexively kicked out, Summer hauled the limp woman upside down.

Anne's legs stuck straight out to either side as Summer forced her in to an upside down splits. Her bloody crotch on display for the cheering crowd, her muffled scream was still highly audible as Summer's elbow crashed right down into it.

Summer kept bringing her elbow down in a constant barrage with mechanical consistency. Eventually Anne stopped responding at all, having passed out from pain as her pelvis was crushed completely. The dying brunette's body twitched with each hit.

Summer lifted her ass up off Anne's face, giggling once again as the woman beneath her gagged and sputtered uncontrollably. Shifting only slightly, Summer gingerly brought her primed pussy down over the coughing mouth.

The crowd cheered Summer on as she slowly grinded away on Anne's upturned face. Gasping loudly every time she cummed right over the slackly open mouth. Bloody cum pooled around Anne's head as she was bearhugged in a deadly sixty nine hold.

Anne twitched a few times as Summer had her ninth bodyshaking orgasm. The panting Summer let the dead brunette's body collapse to the floor as she got to shaky legs, grinning ear to ear.

Her chest covered in sweat and blood, her white leggings stained red and licking Anne's sticky blood from her fingers, Summer had her victory photos taken ring center. One foot proudly placed between Anne's bruised tits, Summer had a hand on her hip and the other at her mouth as the illegal venue's "official" photos were taken.

Wyatt was practically dragged into what had been Anne's ready room. Summer queued up all of Anne's previous deathmatches from the venue archives before climbing on top of his cock. Watching the deathmatches of women she herself had been able to kill was one of her greatest turn-ons.

She was making great progress on her way to joining the pro ranks. But fighters like Anne were just a start. Any pro fighter probably would have made sure Summer wasn't faking via much more intensive torture, if not just going for the kill right when the opportunity arose. Her training would just have to continue and increase.