Gladiatrix Modern (Part VIII)
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 had venues spread out over an entire city, and beyond. Not all matches taking place within the confines of the urban sprawl.
The "Warrior's Spirit" was one of the few "seabound" venues, a flat-topped yacht that typically sailed just within view of the city. Tonight, that flat top had been built up to feature a massive boxing ring, with reinforced stands on all sides. At this point, the stands were absolutely packed with impatient crowds.
Two veterans willing to end one another's lives over a personal grudge was common, if exciting. But a night like tonight, which would see two teams of women who had never fought side by side, dueling to the death, was a rare event indeed.
This was to be no tag-team match, all four fighters would be entering the ring at once, hence why such a large boxing ring was found to accommodate the fight. Standard Gladiatrix rules applied, which meant there would be few things restricting the violence to come.
The crowd waited impatiently for the teams to emerge. Their excited chatter about who might survive, who might fall, and who would be gunning for who keeping them just barely occupied as the official clocks counted down to the match.
Everyone had an opinion, and there was some big money to be made in being correct.
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MGE's largest seabound fighting venue had appropriately large preparatory chambers. Over twenty across an entire deck, allowing an entire roster of fighters to be kept apart while they waited for their allotted time. Tonight though, the teammates would have to share with one another.
Trapped in the spacious ready room with her ally, Shyla tried her best to ignore the woman for now. Arms crossed under her breasts, she sat impatiently on the far side of the room from her happily moaning teammate.
Blissfully ignoring her blonde teammate, Eve prepared for the match to come. Having changed into her black and gold bikini long before even embarking on the Warrior's Spirit, she readied herself in a much more enjoyable way.
As Shyla occasionally looked over in jealousy, Eve tucked her husband Mike's cock under the strap of bikini top, running him slowly between her heavy breasts. While she pretended to be ignoring Shyla entirely, Eve got a secret thrill from not asking the blonde to join in. Getting herself worked up before a fight would probably be easier if she could watch Mike fuck her ally, but Shyla hadn't earned it yet.
The whole team up was hardly Eve's idea anyway, she was merely here to assist Shyla in her own grudge. Agreeing to help the blonde only after being asked by Shyla's mother, for a generous amount of money. The brunette knew that Mike would enjoy watching her fight back to back with the blonde Gladiatrix who's matches they'd been following lately.
Gritting her teeth, Shyla didn't lower herself to asking to join in. Having secretly been Mike's lover for the past few months though, watching him titfuck his wife without ever so much as looking up at her had her going mad with desire. Once she was done executing her enemies out on deck, she would take him for all he was worth, and if Eve still declined to at least share him, then maybe it was time to put the wife down too. Nobody would notice a lone brunette body being dropped into the sea, with weights attached.
As the last few seconds counted down, Shyla and Eve both got up from where they were and approached the locked doors. "Hope you're ready for this..." Shyla shook her hands and jumped from foot to foot.
Eve merely grinned at her blonde ally, wiping precum from between her breasts and tasting it with obvious (and exaggerated) pleasure. "You're the one they are here to kill, I'm just here to assist."
As the door unlocked, the Gladiatrixes walked out as one. The quiet of the ready room immediately overwhelmed by the cheering crowd.
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While Shyla jealousy watched Eve and Mike, her enemies waited in their own ready room, impatient to get at the blonde.
The Gladiatrix that Shyla had actually challenged, it was "the undefeated" Dee who suggested the team up idea. Figuring that a well hated bitch like Shyla would have few allies, and several strong enemies. Not afraid of a deathmatch with the blonde, the brunette is merely suspicious that Shyla thinks she stands a chance.
Preferring her matches outside, mostly on the sandy beaches along the city's coast, Dee has been wanting to fight aboard the "Warrior's Spirit" for a while now. Jumping at the idea to both enjoy the superyacht and kill her blonde enemy at the same time, the brunette has little interest in killing Eve, but will if she has to.
Dee's partner, a much more veteran Gladiatrix, had no such compunctions. While she would help Dee kill Shyla, she was here to tear Eve apart and take her man for her own.
Cracking her knuckles repeatedly and stretching, the veteran brawler was a lot more eager than her ally. While Angela had no problem frequently beating down Gladiatrixes with boyfriends when she wanted to get laid, the idea of killing Eve and finally getting into a permanent relationship with the dead woman's man had her excited.
"You just focus on blondie, I'll take your little dyke friend apart on my own." Angela smirked confidently, unlike Eve, she would never consider having a threesome with her new man. "Once I'm done with her, I don't think you'll be wanting to sleep with the bitch ever again."
Dee shrugged at her ally, while she'd enjoyed joining Eve and Mike on a few occasions, she wouldn't stop Angela from butchering the brunette if she got the upper hand. "Watch yourself then, Eve's no lightweight." She smirked right back at the more veteran fighter, "I'd hate to see her beat you to death while I was too focused on blondie."
As the last few seconds counted down to their door unlocking, Angela scowled at her teammate. "Oh I'll have no problem with the bitch. But just remember, once these sluts are fucking dead, you keep away from my man." As the buzzer rang out and the lock clicked, Angela stepped in front of Dee, blocking her from going through. Leaning in, she hissed, "You try any of that lezzie threeway shit with me and I'll have your broken corpse dumped overboard with the other dykes."
Turning on her heel, Angela blew through the doors and out into the crowd, followed closely by the undefeated bikini babe.
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Entering at the same time, the teams were greeted by a cacophony of cheering fight fans. Shyla and Angela immediatly skipping forward into the shouted adorations with obvious glee.
Shyla slipped through the ring ropes, holding them apart fro her brunette ally to easily step through. She grinned as Angela jumped the ropes and left Dee to climb through herself though. It was a good sign if Angela and Dee didn't work together on the small things.
Angela strutted forward immediately, walking right past Shyla to face off against Eve from a few inches away. Jabbing a finger into the busty brunette's slick chest, Angela loomed over the slightly shorter woman as she practically yelled at her, "You made a big mistake agreeing to help this slut out, cunt! I'm gonna have you screaming for me to kill you before I finish you off!"
Much to everyone's surprise, Shyla stepped forward, shoving Angela back hard with a push to the shoulder. Snarling in the brunette's face, the blonde nearly knocked the veteran over as she rammed her blue covered tits against the woman's pink outfit. "You think you stand a fucking chance? I'm gonna laugh as my girl here makes you piss yourself in fear."
"I'm not here for you, bitch!" Angela stepped away from the growling Shyla, with the blonde unwilling to let her step past, she looked Eve in the eye over the woman's shoulder. "Your guard dyke won't stop me slaughtering you, slut!" The brunette then pushed away and made her way over to the waiting Dee.
Resting against her turnbuckle, Dee just grinned as Angela approached. Normally she would have expected Shyla to call her out for a faceoff. Instead, the blonde was taking her place on the far side of the large ring.
While this was going to be a fairly standard no holds barred match, there were a few special rules in place. While MGE fully agreed with Gladiatrixes occasionally ending one another, losing two or more veterans in a single match would be quite a hit to future profits, even worse if there was only a single survivor. As such, the deathmatch rules were restricted.
Once knocked out, a Gladiatrix would have thirty seconds to either wake back up, or be killed, before being retrieved from the ring. Many similar matches had seen neither team being completely wiped out, and in several cases, all four fighters surviving entirely. In some cases, it was better for a fighter to stay unconscious and be saved, rather than waking up helpless.
As Dee and Angela stood silently in the corner, the taller Angela glaring death at their opponents, Shyla and Eve looked relaxed. Mike's wife suddenly hitting it off with his secret mistress, they joked about how exactly they could both get the ultimate torture experience out of Angela, and still kill her before she was pulled from the ring. Shyla was a fan of a classic neck nap, while Eve suggested a much more brutal beating was warranted.
When the start bell finally rang, all four women were impatient to begin.
DING! DING! DING!
Angela jumped forward at the bell, fists waving threateningly as she advanced across the large ring. Her teammate, the woman actually challenged to be here, made her way much less slowly, raising her fists as all four Gladiatrixes met up ring center.
Breaking away from one another, Shyla and Eve exchanged looks before readying against their opponents. Eve circling wide to draw off Angela, while Shyla went right in at the bikini babe.
With only a few feet between the four fighters, Angela suddenly shouted, "Switch, bitch!" and turned towards Shyla.
Focusing entirely on Dee, Shyla jumped at the implication, it wasn't an unknown tactic for a team to switch targets at the last second as a surprise. She tripped over her own feet though as Dee surged forward, having never planned to switch targets at all.
Slamming a punch right between Shyla's breasts, Dee was just about to laugh when Eve's foot dug into her ribs. The brunette had also fallen for Angela's trick, but instead of backing up, had charged forward and attacked the bikini babe directly.
Grabbed by the hair from behind, Eve yelled in pain as Angela hauled her back across the ring. Swinging around, she grimaced in pain as her scalp was tugged from one side to the other. Despite the pain, she rounded on Angela, throwing everything she had at the other brunette.
As Eve and Angela began circling in a flurry of fists, the stumbling Shyla and Dee recovered from the surprise hits they'd received. The blonde shrieking in rage at being tricked, she managed to dodge a straight punch and responded with an uppercut that skimmed past the topless brunette's breasts before crashing into her jaw.
As Dee was nearly knocked off her feet, Eve was sent crashing to the ground by an elbow to the side of the head. Dazed, the brunette got a foot up just in time to stop Angela pouncing on her. Her heel driving between Angela's tits, Eve launched the yelling woman off to the side.
Angela hit the ground rolling, completely by accidentally ending up crashing right into Shyla's legs as the blonde advanced on the stunned Dee. The brunette's face was slammed into the mat as the shocked Shyla's ass landed on the back of her head.
Laughing, Shyla rubbed her ass on the back of the squirming Angela's head before yelping in surprise as Dee attacked her. Dragged to her feet, one hand digging into her scalp, the other hauling at her bikini top, Shyla threw herself forward as soon as she had her feet under her.
Dee's breath was blasted from her as Shyla's shoulder rammed between her bared breasts. The undefeated brunette managed to get Shyla off her downed ally, but suffered a flurry of punches to the ribs for her teamwork.
As her teammate dragged Shyla off her head, Angela shoved herself off the ground, her tight pink outfit pulling aside and baring her breasts. There were several wolf whistles from the crowd as she tugged the one-piece back into position. Hardly a prude, she simply enjoyed stripping her apparel off by choice before going for the kill.
Shyla spat blood in an arc as Dee slammed a punch across her mouth. Backing across the ring, she did her best to block the raven-haired Gladiatrixes blows, but Dee was undefeated for a reason, and easily maneuvered around the blonde's futile attempts to block her.
Eve met up with Angela again on her knees, catching the veteran right on the chin while receiving a heavy blow to her right tit. Falling back to avoid a second blow at her smarting chest, she kicked out a foot and grinned as it rammed up under Angela's breast, once again popping the woman's tit out into the open.
Trying her best to gain distance as Dee kept on her, Shyla was pushed all the way back to her turnbuckle. Lifting a foot up on to the lowest rope, she dove forward, launching herself at the surprised brunette.
The undefeated Dee was blown off her feet as Shyla's breasts slammed into her face. The blonde gasped in pain though as she landed awkwardly on top of the brunette fighter. Muffled by the impromptu tit smother, she groaned in pain from her head smacking the ground.
As Shyla and Dee dazedly lay in a heap, Eve rolled to her feet and jumped the groaning Angela. Yelling in surprise as the snarling brunette kicked her in the knee, Eve was sent crashing tits down to the ground.
Angela kicked at Eve's face, missing as the brunette rolled to the side, she did manage to crush a heel into the moving woman's shoulder. Rolling the opposite way, she came to her feet just as her enemy did.
Groaning, Shyla pushed her way up, one hand digging into Dee's large tit. She was blasted backwards as the bikini babe slammed a straight shot right into her nose with a crunch. Reeling back, the blonde blinked away stars as blood flowed down her face.
Seeing her teammate's predicament, as Dee grabbed the blonde's bikini top and dragged her back into another punch, Eve lurched forward to engage the smirking Angela. Having a wild swing caught, she stepped in close and drove her knee into the startled woman's belly. Angela was clearly taken by surprise when she moved so fast.
Shyla's bikini top was torn off as Dee once again slammed a punch into her broken nose. Collapsing to the ground disjointedly, the blonde gagged on her own blood as she tried to kick away from the laughing Dee.
Tripping Angela, Eve ran across the ring as Dee stood up over Shyla. The undefeated brunette dropped to a knee, blood spraying out on all sides as she landed squarely on the downed blonde's face.
Eve grabbed Dee by the hair and hauled her backwards, keeping her from mounting the twitching Shyla. Driving a punch into the surprised brunette's ribs, Eve hurled the bikini babe acros the ring.
As Angela got to her knees she was knocked back to her side as Dee rolled awkwardly into her hip. Backhanding a slap across Dee's cheek, she shoved the younger brunette down to get herself back up and after Eve.
Shyla's bloodshot eyes flickered before she eventually passed out completely, her blonde hair haloing around her head in a spreading pool of blood. A blue counter started up on each side of the ring, beginning at thirty seconds.
Angela charged the defensively stanced Eve with a scream. Ducking as Eve threw a punch at her head, she elbowed the brunette in the tits and fell upon Shyla as hard as she could.
Grabbing Angela by the heels, Eve hauled the yelling woman off her unconscious ally. Screaming as Dee grabbed her from behind, Eve was thrown off balance, one hand pulling at her hair, another gripping her black panties.
Dee fell forward as Eve's heel dug into her knee, taking both brunette's to the ground on top of Angela, who was clawing at Shyla's tits, trying to crawl back up the limp blonde's body. Angela screamed in frustration, aware that the thirty seconds were nearly up. Her nails dug bloody tracks across the blonde's undefended breasts as she desperately tried to get at the woman's exposed throat.
A buzzer rang out as Shyla's counter hit zero. Dee grunting in annoyance and Angela screaming in rage as the blonde's life was assured.
Angela, forbidden from attacking the blonde right underneath her, swung an elbow back at the brunettes squirming on top of her. Dee cried out as her teammate blindly hit her right in the mouth.
As Dee spat blood from having bit her cheek, Eve rolled out from under her. Gaining distance as her two opponents recovered, she considered just how bad her situation was. Either Dee or Angela was easily her match, two on one she'd be lucky if she didn't get held down and executed.
"Leave this bitch to me!" Angela snarled as she advanced on the lone brunette. Dee followed her closely, while her own real opponent was being gently pulled from the ring, the fight wasn't done.
Lunging forward, Eve crashed into Angela, who had expected her to back against the ropes. Tit to tit with the veteran brawler, Eve swung her leg out, clutching Angela for support as she managed to slam her foot deep into Dee's stomach.
Angela raked her nails across Eve's back as the brunette clung on to her, she spat up right into the snarling woman's face though as Eve's leg came back in a crushing knee to her ribs.
With Angela letting go, Eve nearly fell to her back, forcing herself forward, she headbutted the gasping veteran. Dazing herself, she was rewarded though with a wet crunch as Angela's nose was the second to be broken in the match.
As Angela stumbled back across the ring, screaming half finished curses, Eve ducked past her and charged right at the still doubled over Dee. Bringing her knee up into the undefeated brunette's shoulder, Eve only managed to knock the woman upright, and gave her momentum on an uppercut to Eve's chin.
Dee and Eve were both unsteady on their feet as they circled tightly. As Angela fell to her knees, blood flowing through her fingers as she cupped her flattened nose, the two standing brunettes slugged one another with quick weak jabs.
Pounding her fists into Dee's bruising belly, Eve winced with pain every time the other brunette jabbed her in the tits. Backing up, she panted from exertion as Dee didn't follow after her. Hands on thighs, both brunette's watched one another warily as they stood apart.
As Eve looked about to wade back into her, Dee jumped forward, gripping the wide-eyed woman's rumpled bikini top, the undefeated brunette ripped Eve forward into a heavy blow across the jaw. Nearly falling as Eve's top tore off, Dee retched from the multiple blows to her stomach, doubling over as she gagged on the cramping pain.
Spinning to her knees, Eve ended up on hands and knees as her vision spun. Her jaw making a cracking sound as she rubbed a fist across her mouth, she wearily got to her feet as Dee didn't follow up while she was down.
Letting out a piercing, "Fuck!" as she was tackled to the ground by an enraged Angela, Eve thrashed wildly as the bloodstreaked brunette rolled her to her back and went for the mount. Backhanding a fist across the shrieking woman's broken nose, Eve lay on her back gasping as Angela crashed face down and sobbing to the mat beside her.
Eve cried out as Dee grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her forward, her black bikini bottoms wedging uncomfortably up her ass as it was pulled across the mat. Kicking hard, she narrowly stopped Dee from stomping on her crotch by knocking the woman's foot off course.
Dee's foot slammed into the ground between Eve's legs, the undefeated brunette then let out a gasp of pain as her downed enemy managed to once more strike her in her aching middle.
Managing to weakly kick Dee in the face as she rolled to her knees, she crawled away as the bikini babe hit the ground hard on her side. Grabbing one of Angela's feet, she pulled herself up the squirming woman's body.
Angela screamed in fear as her head was ripped backwards, Eve's nails digging into her scalp. Crying out as her broken nose was mashed into the ground, she lay still as Eve was hauled screaming off of her back.
Both Dee and Eve grunted with exertion as they locked up, Eve stomping on Angela's lower back to shove Dee off balance as she pulled her off the downed woman. Dee's legs went rubbery as she was slugged in the belly, clutching Eve for support as she fell to her knees.
With a yell, Eve dropped, slamming her elbow down on Dee's temple with as much power as she could muster. Standing with her legs out wide for support, she panted with excitement as the no longer undefeated Dee collapsed unconscious to ground.
A bright red counter started at thirty seconds as the crowd lost their collective minds. Women screaming for Eve to finish off the bikini babe, and kill the defenceless Dee as a punishment for her first loss.
Crawling away on her elbows, Angela shrieked as Eve turned towards her. "No! Finish her off! What are you doing!" The bloodied brunette had reached the ring edge and was trying to pull herself up the ropes as Eve slowly advanced on her. "Get the fuck away from me!"
Eve slapped away a pathetic swing in her direction and slammed a punch right into Angela's mouth. The veteran drooled blood as she slumped against the ropes, her front already streaked crimson from her crushed nose.
Gripping Angela by the chin, Eve calmly lifted the brunette's unfocused eyes to face her, and punched her again in the nose with a splat.
A pink counter started up beside Dee's red one as Angela collapsed limply to her side. It disappeared almost instantly though as Eve stomped down hard on an exposed breast, making Angela come awake with a pained groan.
Slapping the struggling Angela several times in the face, Eve roughly manhandled the woman, unzipping her one piece and pulling it off in between the sharp cracks as she backhanded the brunette. Holding her pink trophy in a fist, she placed a foot victoriously on the sobbing woman, laughing as Angela pissed herself in fear. "Guess I got my trophy just in time, huh?"
Dee mumbled incoherently as ring attendants pulled her from the ring. Just coming round as her teammate shrieked in terror, Eve's hands closing around her throat and cutting off the yell.
Bracing Angela against the middle ropes, Eve mounted the defeated brunette. Crotch to crotch, she dug her thumbs into Angela's throat and threw all her weight against the doomed woman.
Urine trickled over the ring edge, streaking across Angela's own timer as it once again turned on. Eyes rolling back into her head, the veteran gurgled blood as Eve choked the life from her.
DING! DING! DING!
Spitting on Angela's corpse, Eve placed a foot between the dead woman's naked tits as a victory photographer took position in front of her.
Shyla still lay limply at a nurse's station set up beside the ring, but Dee was sitting up, if holding her head as she was checked over. Looking up as Eve yelled triumphantly, hands over her head, Dee grinned at the victor, knowing she'd been spared.
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The Warrior's Spirit could accommodate several hundred passengers at any one time, but most of tonight's audience would have already disembarked since the match was done. It's most opulent rooms were set aside for the victors of whatever fights had happened up on deck though.
In the victory suite right now, Mike had a full view of the ocean from the wide bay window at the front of the ship, not that he was paying any attention to it. Resting his hand on dark hair, he groaned, trying to hold back as a talented tongue worked furiously around his cock.
Finally blowing his load, he slowly pulled away from the panting brunette. Dee wiped cum away from the edges of her mouth as she was immediately replaced by Mike's wife, who pressed her fully aroused pussy down hard on the slippery erection.
Despite her first loss, Dee giggled happily as she forced her tongue in wherever it would fit. Secretly, she was relieved, maybe now that she wasn't considered undefeated, she'd have less dangerous challenges all the time. Constantly having to fight off and even kill some of the most veteran Gladiatrixes around was exhausting, at least her first loss hadn't ended in her death.
Televisions all around the suite played out a myriad of videos. The largest showed the fight from an hour ago, currently still at the point of Dee hospitalizing Shyla with a knee drop, but shots of both Eve and Dee battling and fucking could be seen on every wall.
A camera set up caught the brunettes joint efforts tonight as well. As Dee took Eve's place and back, they played the video to a porn channel anyone could watch.
Laying in her hospital bed, Shyla watched with bloodshot eyes as her teammate and biggest grudge fucked her man together. Holding her videopad with white knuckled hands, the blonde shook with rage as Mike once again shot a load into the previously undefeated brunette riding him for all she was worth.
The first nurse to come check on Shyla was knocked out cold as the viewing pad was flung into her face. The blonde shrieking to be left alone over the moans coming from the broken screen.
Re: Gladiatrix Modern (Part VIII)
Love a nhb free for all idea simply because, not particularly in the grudge format. Tbh tho, the one that actually got me the most though, was the nurse at the end. A random civilian, while most likely hired by the gladiators league, still being in the line of fire trying to do her job,....hot
Re: Gladiatrix Modern (Part VIII)
Shyla be scheming and I love it! More Eve and the evil blonde! :D
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Shyla be scheming and I love it! More Eve and the evil blonde! :D
No worries, their (one-sided at present) rivalry will be coming to a head soon. Probably not in quite the way you might expect!
Stay tuned!
